Luo's works

Text into the "old set". He wrote the first and second episodes of "Poems of Zhanliutang". Today, there are poems of Luo, which are ancient and beautiful. Look at the seven sentences and two clouds in the order to answer the city in the mountains: "bamboo and horses welcome the winter temperature, and the wind blows far away from Longtou village." Shouyang also belongs to Zhoujiangli, and it is not kind to dare to eat Wei. " Two clouds said, "Sweep away the floating air, and now the sky is clear, and a few chickens and dogs are running around in the middle of the month. Taoist priests only accept the top of the lonely peak and lie down to listen to the sound of Kangqu hitting the soil. " After Qing entered the customs, Luo vowed not to be a second minister, and answered the city order with this poem. Although he lived in the Qing dynasty, he was willing to live in seclusion in the Zen forest, emphasizing morality and intellectuality, eating Wei and drinking dew. When he is happy, he is free and happy while listening to the songs coming from the dirt-digging game beside the avenue.

* * * There are 190 poems, which no longer exist today.

Feng called his poem: "The wind is beautiful, the voice of grief and indignation is hidden, and the feeling of vicissitudes is integrated into the voice of Bayeux in the past 30 years." Tsung i Jao, a master of modern Chinese studies, once commented on Luo's "bold style of poetry, rough and fresh atmosphere of rivers and lakes, all of which are concerned about the country and the people, and the pain of the skin." Now I'm going to copy eight of Luo's Mountain Miscellaneous Poems from Fengshun's Records of Poetic Arts:

In the depths of Wanshan, there is an idle man whose hands are mending Mao Peng's old body.

The porridge is full of leeks, and the family style does not change the old poverty.

The rugged stalagmites are planted in the clouds, and there is no wild moss on the firewood road.

Love the east wind and bright moon, and lean on bamboo leaves at night.

After irrigation, the lotus hoe returned home at dusk, and wormwood shone everywhere.

Yellow leaves begin to sing and white clouds fly around.

It's very cold in Chai Fei, and the evening smoke reflects the haze of dusk.

Straw sandals turned into maogang, and plum blossoms were folded into bottles.

Half-hooked oblique moon hangs on the rock screen, and Xiang Zhuan wakes up at the beginning of sleep.

Press a perforated flute horizontally, and the summit will blow to hear the stone man.

Singing in a half bow, I picked up the residual jar, and suddenly the sandman refused to drop it.

A pot of incense and a wick of incense, lying listening to the light rain hitting the cold window.

The stick looks at the dusk, and the moss points to it.

Short songs should be picked up with Li Lao, and Long song doesn't expect to pick Zhi Weng.

I want to sell village-brewed firewood, and the dwarf trees are hanging up.

I'm used to loneliness, but I don't go to savages for ten days.

Ding Richang, a famous minister in Qing Dynasty and governor of Jiangsu Province, collected ancient and modern poems of Bai Lan Shan Ting. Five poems, seven rhymes, inscribed by Mr. Luo Yongan of Ming Dynasty. Now, two of them have been chosen. The poem says: "A hundred trees and plum blossoms are fragrant, and the lake is a meditation field. Spell a good sentence to eliminate the residual robbery, all by the wind. The old country is full of dreams, and the empty mountains are full of frost in autumn. So far, the topic of Taoshe has caused a long discussion. " "I have given vicissitudes of life, and there are still books to worship Wen Lang. I was born in Russia and the land is the sea. The court still says that tigers are like wolves. Rumor has it that the military is trying to open politics, and tears are everywhere. Leave firewood clothes hanging on the grass wall, and it's cold at night. " Fully understand Romania's attitude and position of not cooperating with its new owner.