Appreciation of Xu Heng’s poems (Xu Zhaolun copied and proofread the embroidered version of “Xu Wenzhenggong’s Posthumous Letters” from his family collection based on the appraisal of the Dazhong Prime Minister Mu in the 55th year of Qianlong’s reign in the Qing Dynasty) Xu Heng’s poems mainly reflect Confucianism The traditional education of the world and the lyrical expression of aspirations are also unique in the artistic style. His poems were included in one volume of "Selected Poems of the Yuan Dynasty", and the "Author's Biography" commented: "The founding Confucian scholar is not famous for his articles. However, his ancient poems are also in a style of their own, and there are sometimes beautiful sentences in modern styles." In this biography List of his famous poems include "The clouds are falling with the sun, and the grass is flat across the dike" in "Dengdongcheng", "The cloud shadows are gone by the water, and the wild geese are coming from the sky" in "Qiu Qing", and "Yong Wu Xingfu Rhymes" is "In front and behind the five acres of mulberry and hemp house, there are two lines of flower and bamboo roads to the west and east" and so on. It is said that these poems "while being satirical, it is as if they are singing about the wind and the moon." Other poems such as "Occurrence" expresses feelings about life, "Zhao Shinanzhuang" describes the natural scenery, and the poem "Qinyuanchun·Kentian Dongcheng" describes the leisure life at home, etc., all of which reveal the true feelings from the heart, and the style is fresh and natural. They are all excellent works in Yuan Dynasty poetry. Based on the "Xu Wenzhenggong's Posthumous Letters" printed in the 55th year of Qianlong's reign, some of Xu Heng's poems are transcribed and edited as follows for the appreciation of interested researchers. One of the Ancient Style Observations: Between heaven and earth, the gross and the fine occupy two sides. The two sides lean on each other, and one qi is constantly circulating. Good things cannot be slowed down, and peace and stability can be transferred. This is what life means, so be careful and work hard. Ancient style·Qiu Qing Qiu Qing Qingqing gazes, walking high and leaning against the ancient city, the cloud shadows go to the water, the geese come from the sky, the land is remote and quiet, and the mountains are far away. In the ancient style, Xunzi went to war without restraint, and there was no one to save him. The deer was lost in the Central Plains, and the vast sea turned into flying dust. What can I do to save myself from chaos? Yi Fang is from a distant ancestor, and Yin Li is the ancestor. It's hard to imagine this joy. The family has nothing but stone storage, but the heart has the spring of heaven and earth. How could you, my two sons, know that I am poor? The eldest son wishes to be as honest as the ancients, and the younger one wishes to be as true as the ancients. We have been close to each other through many hardships in our lives, and we are close to you because of your hard work. When you are living in the countryside, you think of the king, and when you are in the court, you want to help the people, but always be upright, loyal and trustworthy. The picture is fine and the fame is new, this statement can be written to all the gentry. Ancient Style·Miscellaneous Words in Illness (1) I hope my son can read, he may as well be poor and have no money, the head has flesh and it is difficult to thicken, the neck has tendons, and it is self-joining. In the dark, multiplication and division are all fortunes, and the conduct of dividing the middle is a good plan. I have learned through the years. Although he is proud and unreasonable, he laughs at Su Zhang's naivety. (2) Zhixu's eyes are as big as a wheel, illuminating the future that is far and more real. The scene has been mine for hundreds of years, and the Huayi people have been the same for thousands of years. The cold and cold snow falls in the clouds, and the peaceful atmosphere is spring underground. This means if you teach a wise man I will get it, and I will be happy with my poverty in Ganyanxiang. Ancient style: One of the Western Mountains, the big mountains are like crouching dragons, the hills are like tigers, the mist is lush and green, and the distance and the near are intermingled. I come to Sumen to live in a paradise, wandering into a paradise, leaning on my staff to look at the morning clouds, rolling up the curtain to watch the evening rain, and feeling good intentions. The smell, the scenic spots in Rutanlu have made me feel depressed and healed from my hard work. The stinginess in my life has been washed away through the ages. When I look back at famous people, how can I be sitting in jail? I am not in the mood for long-distance service. Besides, I have to travel hard, chanting the whip The spring breeze is blowing, as if I have been to Lu for a long time. In February and March, I am pursuing a trip to Shengmeiwu. When I return, I will be happy, and I will hold a cup of wine to each other. Ancient style·Farewell to Xishan 2 I love Linlu Mountain, there is no important road to Jin, it has been here for thousands of years, and it is far away from the dust of the other dynasties. We have become friends, and we are getting closer day by day. We forget each other's body and body. Who is the master and who is the guest? , I am full of joy, my soul is inhabited happily, the morning light is connected to the dusk, the good intentions are left behind in the spring, the mood is in harmony, the taste of the world is not real, the grass and trees are bright, the birds are docile, everything is happy and supported, I Thoughts and deeds are also new, poems and books are recited and returned, and there are virtuous neighbors. Ancient Style·Traveling in Huanghua I was born in love with Linquan. I often use martingale palms to do common things. After ten years of hard work, I become more and more enamored with every thought. I look at pictures of mountains and mountains, and the clouds and smoke enter my imagination. I have become addicted to it for a long time. I can't bear the desire. I have a lot of respect for the Lord. , always be kind to each other, take me to visit Huanghua, wash away the dust and feel refreshed, walk and marvel at the wonders, every eye can admire it, the mirror tower is hundreds of dangerous, the waterfall falls thousands of feet, the stones are covered with moss, and the wind in the stream stirs the quiet countryside, making me restless. Breathing makes me have a broad mind, as if I were in a dream, soaring through the ages, looking back to make a fortune, who can escape from the world? I am old and have a benevolent heart, and my actions can all be like it. I return home to be a neighbor, and ask for fields and Hebei borders, so I promise. The simple and dull nature is nourished in this tranquility. Quatrain: Picture of Wind and Rain. The fog was already dimming in Nanshan, so I hid and did not go out until it was windy and rainy halfway through. I was in a hurry to find the village in front of me. Quatrains·Climbing the East City in the Great Heat (1) The clouds are afraid of the sun and refuse to set. The good wind in the sky is different from the future. It rains down three feet, and the dust is washed away in the summer. (2) Climb to the dangerous city of Sanzhang at dusk, and the majestic summer heat will not make you climb up to the mausoleum. When will you be on the peak of Dahua, chewing the pine-yin June ice? Rhythmic Poetry·Dengdongcheng Walking up to the East City, the autumn wind becomes clearer in the evening, chaotic clouds follow the sun, the grass is flat across the embankment, the wild hills are wide and peaceful, the completion of poetry promotes future generations, why should it always be like this, comforting me in my illness. Rhythm and Poetry: Traveling to the North to see the ancient city is desolate, and the wandering mind can be hurt. The smoke of Taoist palaces locks the trees, the rain falls on the walls of farmhouses, the arresters are looking for suspected bandits, but ordinary people are laughing wildly, with their long legs and heads raised in the sky, the sky is clear. Rhythm and Poetry·Beimen watch the rising rains add new ones, the slope lake has no trace of the old, people are lost in the dikou road, in the Shutou Village on the boat, the old things are known before the mistakes are made, the autumn plowing is undetermined, who pities the corvee, God also pities the deep kindness . Rhythm Poetry·Zhao's Nanzhuang. At dawn, the north window is cool, and we talk about the wine glass. The scent of flowers entering the curtain is strong, and the fragrance of swallow mud falls on the ground. In the dream, the green mountains are small, and the day is long beside the song. The autumn wind carries books, and the opposite builds a mao hall. Rhythm Poetry: When I visited Huanghua Palace, I heard that the mountains and rivers of Huanghua were beautiful. I came to take a look at it and it became grander. Thousands of peaks rise up from the mirror platform. The waterfall spurts thousands of feet high. The clouds and smoke grow in the cave at dawn. The sky is full of mist. Who can be early? Then the final plan was made, and he would not be afraid of hard work when he came to the moon. Rhythm Poetry: The spring snow and jade dust are like grains in the east wind, the humane heaven promises a prosperous year, the wheat has been buried deep in the green suburbs, the flowers are all covered with red tree tops, half a year withered and now moist, thousands of miles of fragrance is empty, to ask the king, grandson and the farmer , sorrow and joy should face the same dilemma. Rhythmic Poetry: Use the rhyme of Wu Xingfu to describe the centenarian in the civilian area, who will never envy Chen Gong. There is a career in the mountains and fields, and it is an ancient custom to be thrifty and uphold integrity. In front and behind Wumu Sangma House, there are two lines of Huazhu Road to the west and east.
A secluded person loves himself and lives in seclusion, and is unwilling to bury himself in the interests of others. Rhythm Poetry·Oucheng is only forty-three years old. He returns home haggard and helpless. His long-term ambitions have not been fulfilled before his death. Many worldly affairs are difficult to understand later. Hundreds of acres of mulberry and hemp are lost in the city. A garden of flowers and bamboos faces the mist. Things come to an end one after another. In terms of discussion, the old writer Shan Jia also shared his joy. Rhythm Poetry·and Li Sheng (1) It is difficult to have the same life expectancy and death at a young age. One case can be used to explain the nourishment of disciples. There is no perfect cure in the Ming Dynasty. There are thousands of differences in the prescriptions for the disease. The doctor can ask for the disease tactfully and deeply, and the disease can be solved skillfully and avoid the problems. Doctor, life and death are determined by destiny. Don't blame destiny on human beings. (2) To prevent disease, you must prevent it before you are sick. When you are sick, you can rely on medicine to cure it. If you have a sore, the whole body will die. If you are short of breath, the five internal organs will be in danger. To ban theft, it is better to ban gambling first. Preserving hair may not be better than preserving skin. All kinds of nourishment will last. The only thing to worry about is the regulation. Yuefu · Qinyuan Chun · Kentian East City, the moon is under the eaves to the west, the sun rises to the east of the fence, and I am sleeping on my pillow at dawn. Call the old wife to get busy, and provide the morning meal, freshly cooked quinoa grits, and old salted vegetables. After he was full, he arranged to cultivate ten acres of land near the city. In small talk, the filth of the past is once driven away. He became a Confucian in exchange for being a farmer. Let others laugh at their own incompetence and become more clumsy. Thinking of old age and having a career, there is no other skill. If you want to be stable, you dare to avoid rough things. The reputation of being a great scholar is so arrogant that no one has such a good heart. In the happy place, there are children and poems on the knees. Yuefu·Qinyuanchun·Zhongdongguan Road
Laughing at myself in my life, accomplishing nothing, preparing for the dangers, remembering that I went to the country in the year of Ding, wars and wars, the traces are scattered, the dust of Lu Road, the scenery is sealed, the journey is long Hundreds of hatreds are growing. In the setting sun, I shed tears to the west wind, and my soul is broken.
My homeland has not yet been cultivated, and I have lived in the ancient Wei city for ten years. I have a clumsy plan and a stubborn heart. I lament that time is easily lost. There are stars on the temples, five acres of mulberry fields, and a hut in one area. I will be with you soon. The mountains and rivers organize old alliances, the willows beside the bridge arrange green eyes, waiting for my return. Yuefu·Manjianghong·Farewell to famous names and close friends with old friends. Wandering on the river, not separated, feeling lonely and timid. After middle age, how can we not say farewell when we are so haggard? Bitter tears make my lapels wet, and my heart becomes knotted with sorrow. Leaning against the east wind, scratching one's head is boring and hard to describe. In the yellow scroll, the sun is pure; in the blue mirror, the beauty is increased. Remembering the cold weather and making friends, the mountains are misty and the moon is shining. It's good to go back to life in vain, but good things are hard to come by. From now on, when will the wedding be held? Long memories. Yuefu·Manjianghong·Shuhuai lingers with relatives and friends, they are all on their way, and the return journey is in a hurry, but there is nothing to worry about, the war is swaying, and the journey is difficult. Nothing can be done in a busy schedule. Once peace is found in leisure, he will take his wife, hold a piano and write, on the side of a green mountain. I can recognize action and cessation, but who can measure success and failure? But living a simple life, with a small window to accommodate his knees, his family arranged to move to his old place, and poems and books prepared for family heirlooms, which made Su Zhang rise again, talking about vertical and horizontal positions, and it was difficult and easy.