Zi Xiwen, a politician and writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, was born in Wuxian, Suzhou. Fan Zhongyan's prose, poetry and ci are all famous.
There are not many ci poems in the world, only three are relatively complete, but the artistic conception is broad and the weather is magnificent, so as to reflect the frontier fortress scenery and combat power.
Go through all the hardships. Have a certain spirit of innovation.
Yujiaao
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. All around, the horn sounded. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke is isolated from the sunset.
A glass of turbid wine was Wan Li's destination, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home. Everywhere in first frost, people don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Water bag dance
Autumn blue sky, yellow leaves, cold smoke, green. The mountain reflects the water in the sunset, and the grass is outside the sunset.
I miss my hometown. I chase my thoughts. Every night, unless I have a good dream, I will sleep alone. The bright moon building rests alone, and the wine turns into homesick tears.
Yujiexing
The leaves are fragrant, the night is silent and the cold sound is broken. The real bead curtain is empty, the sky is pale and the milky way hangs down. Every year tonight, the moon
Hua ru Lian, a thousand miles a day.
The sadness is over. Before the wine arrives, it turns into tears. Turn off the pillow with the broken lamp, and you will know the taste of solitary sleep. They are all here, Mei.
In my heart, I have no intention of avoiding it.