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Ye Shaoweng Ye Shaoweng, a poet in the middle of the Southern Song Dynasty, was born in Longquan, Chuzhou. His ancestral home is Jian'an (now Jianou, Fujian), his surname is Li, and he is descended from the Ye family in Longquan (now Lishui, Zhejiang). The year of birth and death is unknown. He once served as a minor official in the imperial court. His learning came from Ye Shi, who lived in seclusion on the shores of West Lake in Qiantang for a long time. He had close contacts with Zhen Dexiu and sang with Ge Tianmin.
The "Records of Hearings and Seeings of the Four Dynasties" [1], which records the anecdotes and interesting stories of the four dynasties of Song Dynasty including Gaozong, Xiaozong, Guangzong and Ningzong, as well as the beginning and end of the "Qingyuan Party Ban", can make up for the shortcomings of history and earn income. "Sikuquanshu". Ye Shaoweng is a poet of Jianghu School and the author of the collection of poems "Jingyi Xiaoji". His seven-character quatrains are the best, such as "It's Not Worth It to Visit the Garden": "I should pity my clogs and their teeth are stained with green moss, and the small buckle firewood door cannot be opened for a long time. The garden is full of spring scenery and I can't close it, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall." It has always been for recited by people. Others such as "What I See in a Night Book" describe children weaving at night, the scene is vivid, reflecting the loneliness among guests; "Jiaxing Jie" describes the scenery of the Jiangnan water town, which is full of flavor; "Three Odes of the Tian Family" describes fragments of the Tian family's life, which is plain and subtle , the words are light and the meaning is far-reaching. The year of his death is unknown.
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"What I Saw in the Night Book"
Ye Shaoweng Xiao Xiaowu leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river stirs up the guest sentiment. I know that there are children picking and knitting, and a light falls on the fence late at night.
"A visit to the garden is not worth it"
Ye Shaoweng "A visit to the garden is not worth it"
Ying Lian's teeth mark the Cangtai, and the small buckle firewood door cannot be opened for a long time. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
"Jiaxing Realm"
Ye Shaoweng There are no mountains in the plains, and the whole sky can be seen, nine points of reeds and one point of smoke. The long green water branch port has a duck boat to the south.
"Three Odes of the Tian Family"
Ye Shaoweng There are no mountains in the plains, and the whole sky can be seen, nine points of reeds and one point of smoke. The long green water branch port has a duck boat to the south. I would like to accompany the collection of Xizhai on the last day of Zhiyuan Youshi. In the Qing Dynasty, there were few edicts in the sky, and many commoners were allowed to swim in the winding river. The floating feathers are full of cold food and wine, and we lean on the railing and recall the old mountain weg. The green peaches are surrounded by the quiet spring breeze, and the soft cognac trees are swaying in the evening light. I think about Orchid Pavilion just like yesterday, when the sand gulls flew down to fish for Qianji.
"Three Odes of the Tian Family"
Ye Shaoweng The fields were damaged by water and the rice seedlings had to be replanted, and the family was closed because of silkworms. When the yellow calf returns, the sedges are wide, and the green mulberries are gathered all over the bamboo ladder. Bao'er even sent rice to the fields, painted his hair on his temples and added smoke to his forehead. The girl with red sleeves is fighting for the spring breeze, and the green poplar is swinging in the courtyard.
"Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty"
Ye Shaoweng The palace name is long, the autumn flowers are silent, and the stage name is Sizi grass. There is no one who enjoys the joy of reunion in the world, and it is in vain to recognize Penglai as the imperial hometown. He Ge Tianmin presented Wu Tao and Zhongyun to all the palaces. The tide mark of the far river is fine, and the city loop is sloping. The rows of bamboo shoot through the bamboo shoots, and the wind falls through the wall flowers. The seal leaf insect left a word, titled Ni Yan, to manage the family. The owner is pure to the core and only has a cup of tea.
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"Looking at Han Xiaoguanren with loyalty"
Looking at Han Fengzi, he seems to have a spirit without intention. While walking around the corridor, I muttered to myself and felt myself oblivious to the lice. The pine eaves are warm during the noon storm, and the cypress leaves are green during the morning meal. When guests come, they know they will be given something to give, and they stand in the atrium with a smile.
"Two Miles Out of Beiguan"
I took off my clothes and ordered my servants to wash away the dust, but there was no plum blossom in the house under the fence. Just a few steps outside the city gate, a white gull appeared on the bow of the boat.
"Dadi Mountain"
When I am tired, I just want to sleep in the forest hills, and the traveler understands and pays the money to stay. The spring is trickling, the night rain is falling, and the wind is blowing in the four seasons of autumn. The moon in Huyan is lost in the fairy road, and the clouds in Longdong penetrate deep into other states. The green mountains with nine locks are not locked at all, and you will come to visit after the peach blossoms bloom.
"Ascending to Xie Xie Ting Pavilion as a Gift"
The Jun family has a spiritual habit of mountaineering, but only a few clogs in their lifetime. People call him a mountain bandit. Who knows if his internal history is romantic? I am exhausted from taking a nap at the west window, and I dream of poems about spring grass in the pond. Only today's clog poems are immortal, and no one can follow the five-character syntax. I'm still excited to see the rooftop, and listen to the flowing water in front of Tianzhu Mountain. The people of Qin were ashamed of calling themselves emperors, and they would rather leave their clogs and teeth in the green moss. Yi'an is his grandson for several generations. He can recognize the marks of clogs and teeth when climbing mountains. After sitting for a long time rubbing the moss on the stone, I feel like the roots of this rock have grown old. I persuade him to go back and ask you to learn more from your distant ancestors. The distant ancestor Ding once went out of Dongshan to catch the rain.
"Visiting the Hermit"
Wearing mountain robes to welcome guests, there is a macaque and a peach tree by the well. The son looked for fallen fruits among the grass, and the wife passed the fragrant mash from the corner of the wall. The pine nuts planted in the old days are now big, but the new thatched cottages are not very high. I have never experienced this taste during my travels to Guizhou. Leeks and spring bamboo shoots are the same as bad ones.
"Visiting the Hermit"
Don't dream of the king's door, come and knock on the hermit. The child has become a solitary crane, surrounded by clouds. The new path is blocked by bamboo shoots, and the low wall is used to view the mountains. After loosening it several times, the Poria cocos was returned by hoeing. "Fu Ge Tianmin Plants Reeds" The leaves hinder the entry of fishing boats, and the clumps divide the water and the country is wide. The low-lying Luzhu looks like a fishing rod. Danghu and Pingsong, the stream Weng looks at the bamboo. What a pity for me, I can't stand the snow, frost and cold.
"Ge Tianmin's Seclusion"
Plant bamboos to form new rows, and move orchids to form old shades. The old clang still has ears, but the old willow has no heart. The sentence is enough to fill the cup, and the stove is greedy until late at night. Let’s chat about school under the bonfire, but the spring water has no clothes.
"Guiyou"
Wuling was very romantic when he was young, so he planned a one-day trip in ten days. The secluded man in the forest came to save trouble, so he boarded the boat with his pen bed and tea stove.
"Guo Chongde"
The spring in the wild spring pours out, and the willows on the broken bank remain empty. Rain and clouds open the tower, and the boat passes the barking gate. The firewood gate faces the water, and the grass leads to the village. Looking through the Tianjiale, the old tile basin is filled with water.
"Report to the Yellow Sect on the Lake"
The door is quiet and close to the temple, and the official is cold and has not yet married. The building uses the mountain as a barrier, and the wind and water create flowers. The poems are written in the north, and the scriptures are written in the south. Hearing about the new phoenix, guests come to call for tea.
"Two Poems to Zhao Meiweng"
I wrote twice but did not report the news. Wenling's ruler and paper were worth a thousand gold. Many Yingyi envoys visited us, but the short boat was nowhere to be found in the smoke.
"Two Poems to Zhao Meiweng"
The king refused to grant the West Lake, so he borrowed land to live among the gulls and herons. The haggard and handsome man looks like an old man today, but he still longs for letters from old friends. "Nine Days Presenting the Zhenzhiyuan" The autumn burden blows the guest and misses home, and the broken hat is tilted freely from the canal. My heart was broken, so I couldn't return to the mountain, so I borrowed someone's fence to plant yellow flowers. "Heron" I came to Li Fengtian when nothing happened, but I was surprised several times and went back to the ship. The frosty posture is not loved by others, and even the shadow of Cangbo is self-pitying. "Cat Picture" Drunken with mint, flapping cicada moths. Master, what's wrong with the mouse? "Qingxi Pavilion" Mr. Jiang can write about local people, but he has nothing to say about his guest's name. The old foundation is occupied by barren grass, and the abandoned gardens are cultivated by barbarians. There are no old willow trees, but the first sound of the new cicada. Qingxi Gu is dead and ill, and is still isolated from the city. "An Autumn Tour of Longjing" There are two cranes on the way, and a boy carrying a bag. In the shadow of the bamboo cup, there is the sound of people talking in the water. When there is no rain, the clouds are always wet, and when there is no frost, the leaves turn red. I came here to listen to the wind in the pines. "Appreciating Plum Blossoms" Plum blossoms are as suitable for the snow as they are for the moon, and they are even more amazing by the waterside and the mountains. The fourteen-character biography of He Jinghou was followed by the five-character poem of Junji. "Stone Touches the Ancients" The Yifu people have died in Qiu. But I can wave jade dust, but I can't understand the crown and pocket. Zhengshuo is from Jiangzuo, and his business is only stone. Although the Central Plains is promising, I can’t bear to go upstairs. "Send Feng Jichuan back to Sichuan" Bravely call the boat thousands of miles away from Dongwu, and the soap bag comes to play the nine heavens. How can an official be Su Xunduo? All the elders would rather let Jia Yi go first. The full moon returns to its destiny, so how can it be that there is no field left just to plow the clouds? The bamboo branches are singing, the awnings and windows are covered, and I feel deeply saddened by my lovesickness. "Moss Money" The family is poor but the money flows out of the land, and it is too old to collect it. If you use it to buy a noble title, you will also be granted the title of nobility. "Inscribed on Sun Duanfu's Villa" It is a secluded place that few people know about, with wild water and spring breeze and tangerine hedges. Check the calendar to look for the day to move the bamboo, write on the wall to remember when to plant flowers. It's a shame that a cunning rabbit has three burrows, but only a wren can occupy one branch. Sweeping away the green moss and pouring out the turbid wine, the neighbor blows wild tang pears. "Having a Rest in the Farmhouse" The dogs are tame and bark, and the children are laughing and crying. The cherry blossoms are ripe and fish nets are used, and the mulberry trees are lying on the bamboo ladder in the empty sky. The dead branches are pecked and broken by birds, and the wild grass and deer sleep low. There is a hiking trail behind the house and the cattle pen is further to the west. "Wendingshan Taoist Xu Revised Divination" Only Baiyun is allowed to know about Mr. Xu's new divination house. Wild honey and peaks are cut, and rock flowers and butterflies move. I know the moss and rocks are stable when I sit, but I forget the danger of the wooden bridge when I am drunk. The winter plum blossoms are blooming behind the house, and one branch is sent by the wind. "Autumn Evening at West Lake" If you love the mountains, you won't buy land in the city. If you are afraid of guests, you will always hold a boat behind the house. There are not many lotus leaves. Autumn is late, and I spend the last years of my life with the gulls and herons. "Xixi" A horizontal log crosses the front stream, and the village girls climb up the leaf-picking ladder. The spring rain in Zihengmen is gentle, and the white chicken flies up to the treetops and crows. "Xianxing" The golden book palace and the jade railing are covered with snow, waterfalls and springs, and the mouth of the cave is cold. At dusk, the fairy rides a crane, and peach blossoms fill the stone chessboard. "Smoke Village" In the smoke village, you hear dogs barking, but you can't find anyone's house. Only where the bridge breaks and the stream returns, three green peach blossoms flow out. "Wild Butterfly" Silver is the whiskers and wings, powder is the muscles, and the spring breeze drives away the fat. The peaches and plums in the forest do not get a share, but they are pitiful and fly beside the cauliflower. "Visiting Banshan Temple" When I returned to Tianchou, I asked the old farmer what success he had achieved by practicing the new method. It is known that I have made offerings to the Buddha in memory of my past mistakes, and I cherished the opportunity to compile a book to express my gratitude to the Duke. The statue can hardly accompany Confucius on the wall. Who can visit the ancient temple of King Jue? It's been two hundred years, and Oat Rongkui has been winding down several times. "Yi Dui Pavilion" After talking, I came to set up a low lantern. The cassocks were thin and the green light was cold. Master, please don't think about the cloud screen, just look at the wall as before. "Yong Xianpai" You have been traveling thousands of miles with me, how can you be driven away by your fame? What's the use of hanging on the wall? It's indispensable to leave home. The shopkeeper first drinks and sweeps, and the Jin official recognizes the title. I don't have the money to engrave it, so I just paste it on paper. "Living in Seclusion" A guest opened two pagodas, and the water surrounded several fish houses. The leftover wine stains the neighbors, and he usually buys a fishing cart. When children are idle, they only have cranes to accompany them, and when trees grow old, they become trees of their own. I care about things on the pillow and sweep away the fallen flowers in the morning. "Residence" The clouds make up for the lack of green mountains, and the days are long when the piano is sold. Gulls disappeared from the rain, and snakes hid in the trees. The guest's clothes are often black, and the boy's hair is half yellow. There are many fireflies and few neighbors, which means it is desolate. "Residence" It is difficult to entertain guests without wine, so you can only enter the city by borrowing books. I know when the water is falling when washing clothes, but I am afraid of the bright window when I am snoozing. Wild bamboos and vines entangle and kill, dead branches and grasses parasitize. After ten years of hiding in the woods, I feel that my fate in the world is light. "The Image of the Guest in Praise of the Cave" Twisting the mustache and holding the sword in front.
The moon is in my heart, and the sky is round. "Gift to Chen Zongzhi" The Guanhe River is deep and green, and the sycamore trees outside the door have many autumn leaves. Among them is Chen, a bachelor of martial arts, who writes poems to relieve his life's sorrows. "To Chen Zongzhi" For ten years, the dust of Beijing has stained the common people, and the mist and rain of the West Lake are contrary to my heart. There were thousands of books in the car, which he planned to sell to the Jun family but returned home. "Paper Tent" There is no need to hang down the five-color tassels, and wooden pillows in quilts are more suitable. Gao Mian is allowed to stay as a Zen guest, but singing in a low voice should be difficult for the waiter. The window is as white as snow and warmer than when one is half drunk. Practice meditation on the futon and observe the body, and you should be aware of yourself at the end of the year. "Zhou Ci Chongde" The tired body only sleeps in the forest at home, and the guests waste away the emotion. There are no plum blossoms in spring in the water country, and the fog is still deep in the mountain city at noon. I don’t remember the place names. Wei Zhou asked, but I was familiar with the smell of wine when I went into the alleys to find it. When is the time for Fanzhai and Fujia? The bamboo planted at the head of the village has become overcast.