Zhou Bida (1 129- 1204) was born in Luxi and Jishui (now Ji 'an City, Jiangxi Province). Southern Song Dynasty writer and prime minister. Zhou Bida was a writer and official in the Southern Song Dynasty. He mainly writes poems, and there are many poems, but at present it is impossible to determine the ten most famous ones.
The following are ten famous poems by Zhou Bida:
retire
When I was young, I dared to discuss what to laugh at. I often feel that Lu is absolutely lucky, and I am sending out my old memories. Eighty-one stars came in an endless stream, and Shun said that it could be built in the Tang Dynasty. It's cheap to make friends in a false name, but alas, the ancients slept well.
Three poems over eight feet in the rain
A rain can wash away a disease, but it is not nourishing at all. The mountain trip tired Tianjia Road, and it was even sadder to go to Xitou.
The second rhyme of the disease and what the unlucky Weng is about to encounter.
Stop what non-human beings can do, and your heart is full of snakes. The article is open to the sun and the moon, and the flavor is not diminished. * * * smile seeks the body is still stagnant, eyes crying at Yang Yun.
Zhao's farewell poem, No.2
Learning poetry has amazing sentences, which can be achieved without measuring one's own strength. But knowing that wine is hospitable, don't let Huang Gong look for plain books. If you are bitter, you can despise the nobility and you will believe that you are a great scholar. However, after a series of efforts, this line is heavy for Dexing Automobile.
Hold two poems by Wu Zhicai.
Jade Festival flies to print, I don't know Dongguan abandoned talent. It is a great reward for Liaocheng to mention the Zhu Mo tree in Heng Yue Temple. Dust rises and dies, and the frozen kite violently rapes and falsely accuses. The two men dare not look at each other, they will see Quan Ming grow old.
The heavy rain on June 29th was out of place, so I'm going to call three songs at Ziqi's place in the evening.
Rain washes the empty hall, summer is cool, and the north wind climbs the wall to keep the sound. Hu Chuang stayed on a moonlit night and got drunk at midnight. The old people knew today and agreed, but they hated each other and forgot each other. I'm always disappointed, but I'm glad to be a neighbor.
"Six days and seven minutes shocked the years, and at three o'clock in the evening, I recalled the class trip. Whoever belongs to a car will fight from Huang Hui, and the fishing boat will fly for nothing. It is better than last year's three pavilions, with ten people and eight sides. I am also a small garden flower, and I want to vote for the old in my class. " In his later years, Gaigong began to give clouds. "