In Wang Jian's Hundred Poems in the Palace in the Tang Dynasty, there are five poems describing the cuju movement in the palace:
The new white horse is afraid of flogging and rides around the temple. In order to report the Kings' early entrance, they urged the players' names through the door.
My wife hurriedly finished singing Qiuci, and the scabbard of the son of heaven returned to Lou Yu. Try to be the first in defense, and don't hit the back ball in front of the temple.
The east wind poured fire and rain, and the spring mud swept the snow ditch. With a horse and a calf as the royal road, the owner of Hanyang Palace will score a chicken ball.
Buildings on both sides are laid in front of the temple, and the cold food palace people step to play ball. Half of them came to bow down and won the first prize when they went to the shed.
There will always be a flower tree in Zhaoyang before the makeup powder is exhausted tomorrow. Cold eaters fight for nothing, and money is scattered in the library first.
Wang Wei's Cold Food in the East of the City
A clear stream runs through the peach and plum trees, and the water waves ripple green and moist.
There are only a few families by the stream, and most of the fallen flowers float eastward.
Cuju repeatedly crossed the bird, and the swing competed for weeping willows.
Young people go to play separately for a few days every day, and there is no need to wait until Qingming and Shangsi.
Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, described this scene in his poem "Pavilion at the Spring Festival Evening": "Liangzhou has a cold food of 100,000, and the swing is still luxurious."
Lu you
Feeling old, the last chapter of the four poems is full of ideas.
The road into Liangzhou is flat, and the cuju is clear. It's not that the sun is far and near, I like Nanshan and the sky.