Poem written on a round fan. Spring is late. The little dream is frightening and the pond is full of green grass. A silver hook curtain is half rolled up. The sound of a sleeping warbler is soft under the green window. Loss of weight and loss of clothing. I was romantic before, but suddenly I felt lazy. Who has a new tune and a green pipe? The painting building spreads the resentment throughout the south of the Yangtze River. ——Liu Han, Song Dynasty, "Die Lianhua·Poetry on the Tuan Fan, Spring is Late" Die Lianhua·Poem on the Tuan Fan, Spring is Late. Poem on the Tuan Fan, Spring is Late. The little dream is frightening and the pond is full of green grass. A silver hook curtain is half rolled up. The sound of a sleeping warbler is soft under the green window. Loss of weight and loss of clothing. I was romantic before, but suddenly I felt lazy. Who has a new tune and a green pipe? The painting building spreads the resentment throughout the south of the Yangtze River. Liu Han, courtesy name Wuzi (one says Wuzhi), was born in Changsha (now part of Hunan). He lived around the time of Guangzong Shaoxizhong. He was a guest of Wu Yiziju, the nephew of Emperor Gaozong Xiansheng, Empress Wu. He submitted poems to Zhang Xiaoxiang and Fan Chengda. He has been a guest in Lin'an for a long time and has lived in civilian clothes all his life. One volume of "Xiaoshan Collection" is preserved today. See Volume 305 of "Collections of Famous Sages of the Song Dynasty" and Volume 23 of "Old Collections of Yuan Xiangqi". Liu Han's poem is based on the Song Dynasty's "Sixty Masters Collection" written by Ji Guge of Mao and Jin Dynasties. The editor made a photocopy of Wenyuange's "Sikuquanshu·Collections of Famous Sages of the Two Song Dynasties" (referred to as the Collection of Mingxians), and compiled it into one volume with the newly edited excerpts. Liu Han followed the "Four Spirits" in his poetry, but Wang Yuyang's "Xiangzu Notes" did not rate him highly.
Liu Han The old Double Ninth Festival. The city is full of sighs, the wind has stopped and the rain has gone, it is lonely and desolate. Creation is churning with new machinery, and does not tread on the poet's traces. All are swept away, and everything is clouded in one day. With the guest in hand, the west wind is high, and the evening kites are flying, and the autumn sky is endlessly blue. I really mean it, Hao Wuji. Poems, wine, hats and dogwood seats. Counting today, there is no one who doesn’t drink it, and no one really gets it. Beauty is not born in Yuan Ming Lao, and there are only a few good guests in thousands of years. Infinite things, if you want to forget them, remember them. The gold energy is brilliant and the bow is strong, and it is unbearable, looking back to the south and north. Who is Yiyan? Ask for information. ——Wei Liaoweng in the Song Dynasty "Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Old Double Ninth Day"
Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Old Double Ninth Day
Wei Liaoweng in the Song Dynasty Read more ∨ The old Double Ninth Day. The city is full of sighs, the wind has gone and the rain has gone, it is lonely and desolate. Creation stirs up new opportunities, and does not tread on the poet's footsteps. All are swept away, and everything is clouded in one day. With the guest in hand, the west wind is high, and the evening kites are flying, and the autumn sky is endlessly blue. Really, Hao Wuji.
Poetry, wine, hat and dogwood banquet. Counting today, there is no one who doesn’t drink it, and no one really gets it. Beauty is not born in Yuan Ming Lao, and there are only a few good guests in thousands of years. Infinite things, if you want to forget them, remember them. The gold energy is brilliant and the bow is strong, and it is unbearable, looking back to the south and north. Who is Yiyan? Ask for information. ▲ Beifeng Bujing is in the imperial class. The rain is full and the orange leaves are idle. Let the envoys of the lake hide their clumsiness in silence and enjoy their lives in busyness. How black and white will look like in the end cannot be seen now. He thinks he is stupid and cannot be used by the world, so he is only called a field official. ——Wei Liaoweng of the Song Dynasty "Yan'ermei·Beifeng Bujing in the Emperor's Class"
Yan'ermei·Beifeng does not compete in the Emperor's Class Beifeng does not compete in the Emperor's Class. The rain is full and the orange leaves are idle. Let the envoys of the lake hide their clumsiness in silence and enjoy their lives in busyness. How black and white will look like in the end cannot be seen now. He thinks he is stupid and cannot be used by the world, so he is only called a field official. Quickly manage the green branches, and drunkenly sleep on the fragrant grass. The cloud breaks and Wu Yang's dream can arrive. When I woke up, I was still sleepy, and the clear shadows moved my gauze hat darkly. The old meaning of leisure has been forgotten. Spring is late this year, but early spring last year. A little bit of red and how much. When I return home in the spring, my alcoholism turns into flower trouble. The few calls of birds make people feel old and startled. ——Han Hui of the Song Dynasty "Thanks to the Emperor for his kindness and hastily managed the green branches"
Thanked the Emperor for his kindness and hastily managed to save the green branches
Hastily managed to save the green branches and slept drunkenly on the fragrant grass. . The cloud breaks and Wu Yang's dream can arrive. When I woke up, I was still sleepy, and the clear shadows moved my gauze hat darkly. The old meaning of leisure has been forgotten.
Spring is late this year, but early last year. A little bit of red and how much. When I return home in the spring, my alcoholism turns into flower trouble. The few calls of birds make people feel old and startled.