Son. Xuzhou people. In the second year of Song Dynasty (96 1), he ascended the throne in Jinling, where he reigned for fifteen years, and was known as Empress Li in history.
Lord. When he ascended the throne, the Southern Tang Dynasty had served Song Zhengshuo and settled in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River. Song Kaibao seven years (97
4 years), Song Taizu wrote to the North many times, and all resigned. In October of the same year, Song Bing went south to attack Jinling.
. Next November, when the city is broken, the queen's flesh will come out naked, and she will be caught in Bianjing and sealed there, and she is not allowed to disobey her orders. Emperor Taizong acceded to the throne and entered
Seal the duke of Longxi county. Taiping rejuvenating the country for three years (978), Qixi was his 42nd birthday, and Song Taizong hated him.
There is a saying that "the old country can't bear to look back at the bright moon" and ordered people to poison him with drugs at the banquet. Wu zhuifeng
Wang, buried in Mangshan in Luoyang.
In the early days of his reign, the style of his poems was beautiful and soft, and he did not get rid of the habit of "flowers". After the national death, it is evening.
Lacrimosa "during his house arrest, thousands of kings perished with a tearful swan song."
The "Southern King" in the field of ancient poetry (Ancient and Modern Thorns by Shen Xiong in Qing Dynasty) is precisely "the unfortunate poet of the country is lucky.
When it comes to vicissitudes, it begins to work. "These late poems are sad and solemn, with profound artistic conception, which has been called by Su Xin.
The "uninhibited school" laid the foundation for Wang Guowei's great masters in the history of Ci, such as Ci on Earth.
It said: "When this word came to Li Houzhu, my vision began to widen and my feelings began to deepen. "As for the beauty and rhythm of its sentences,
This kind of harmony is unprecedented.
The late Lord has a collection that has been lost. There are 44 existing words, some of which were written by others.
Only thirty-eight songs can be confirmed. Among them, Fu Xiao and others have entered more than 20 famous songs.
This time, our school corrected and supplemented it, which was roughly arranged in the chronological order of writing.
Xie Xinen's cherry blossoms fall at the end of the stage, like a bed leaning on a fumigation cage. Much like last year today, hate is the same. Clouds gaunt, tears red. Where do you miss each other? Screen window drunk in a dream.
On September 10, I woke up in the autumn rain, and my mood was hard to calm down. Yellow flowers are cold and not beautiful, and red leaves beat drums. Back on earth, I can hate vulgarity, and I have not forgotten my affection. Since the sideburns are all white, I'm surprised not to learn from An Ren.
In Lou Yu's evening makeup in spring, bright muscles appear, and moths file in the Spring Hall. Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress. Who smells better in the wind, drunk. Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple.
Autumn warbler and residual warbler know nothing about autumn, but they still swim alone through the secluded forest. The old tongue leans its ears in every way, and a little dark yellow enters the smoke stream. Live late, share the same sorrow with Lu, be clear and bright, and be broken to the ground. I don't even want to stay home, which shows China's sadness and sadness.
The onset is that the mountain house is light at the beginning, and the stick towel is brown, which is called leisure. As soon as the stove is turned on, the fire will warm up deeply and a new stream will flow out of the ditch. For the time being, Peng Juan 'an is rotten. In the end, Zong Yuanwen has no life. Who can be tired of dust, greedy fish and dragons build a strong name.
Li Yu's anthology is even more leaking.
Plantagenet hairpin, pink face, meet in the flowers. Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it. Fragrance is an ear, wax is a tear, like the hearts of two people. Pillow fatigue, kam cold, sleep more disabled. (When it comes to writing, it's dry)
There are even more leaking willows, fine spring rains and leaking flowers. Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge. The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy. Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing. (When it comes to writing, it's dry)
Sauvignon Blanc has clouds (eddies), jade has shuttles, shirts are thin, and snails are light. There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long. It is even slower to send Deng Wang's twenty brothers from Xuancheng to take care of Ge. Don't be reluctant to take care of them. The waves invade the sorrow and the light ripples, and the chaotic mountains congeal and hate the color. What is your passion? I want to go to the west on a dry day. There are many cigarettes and rivers at hand, so there is no need to embrace heavy sadness.
Crossing Zhongjiang, seeing Shicheng, Jiangnan Water Town, and crying in Jiangbei Hometown, a dream of 30 years. Nowadays, Wuyuan Palace is neglected, and Guangling Taidian is desolate. The clouds are full of sorrow, and the rain hits the boat and tears flow. There are four brothers with 300 mouths. I can't just sit back and think.
Sad songs and beads break the treasure in front of you, and flowers fade away from the world. I didn't hate it in my heart, but I missed. Jade barnyard grass is still full of medicine, and the incense has been stained with dust. There will be feelings before and after the funeral, and there will be no tears when touching the towel. Beauty is like a fragrant tree, but the dangerous road is similar. It is sad to practice spring, but it is also bitter and rainy. Where is the beauty now? It's all gone. Nowhere to ask, the Millennium thanks the east wind.
Mourning poems are hard to take off and lonely. Loneliness in the rain and late autumn leads to an increase in diseases. Swallow the wind before thinking, blinding time. The empty king will miss me, and the poor son is left at home.
Look at the old branches of tung flowers, misty rain on the first floor. Who will be disappointed because of the aperture, and will not feel tearful. The mountainous city is no longer charming, and the festival is not self-sustaining. There was an old smoky moon that year, and the moths in Furong City cried.
Plum blossoms are transplanted frequently, and the small bar is bent. * * * worry about the day, and you can't worry. Clear the way against the wind and irrigate the cold spring by the moon. Unexpectedly, before and after the flowers, the moth eyebrows are incomplete. Dong Jun knew nothing about the loss of the fireworks master. What's the use of incense? Last year.
Book spirit banquet towel floating * * * gaunt, strong lost ChanJuan. Handkerchiefs can smell the perfume that my wife used to use, and Lin Daiyu's black smoke left a little trace on the handkerchiefs.
The back of Pipa is as sharp as a shoulder, and several tapestries are difficult to play. Sweet days leave phoenix tail, and the rest is the warmth in sandalwood trough.
I feel haggard when I am sick, but depression is good for me. The wind invades the diseased bones, and the rain is suffocating. The night tripod is only an antidote, and the moustache is half frosted. What is the frontier like? Who will ask the king of space?
When you are ill, you are ill, and you are strong and deep, and you are self-sufficient in banquet. The bright moon shines in the secluded place, only to stir up medicine, and only birds come to the secluded courtyard. The quack is too lazy to obey, and the little girl can't help it. Ask an empty door to know the taste, or trouble will invade.
The custom of celebrating slaves for the people in the Forbidden City is to be ashamed of spring, and wandering around feels old. Thank you for your familiarity, and thank you for blowing your head with cigarettes.
The toothpick shaft on the back of the urn is red, and RoyceWong's book is on fire. If you don't lose face, you will get it today.
Morning glory is in Heyang. Hey, Huang Gu's daughter, far away. Ying Kuang should hate, there are not many butterfly dances. (Falling Flowers) Let the bright moon be in your hand and shake the wind. ("Fan Yong") sick as weak, tired of five years. (hereinafter referred to as "Notes on Pulp Method") It is difficult to cure the disease of aging face, and Xiaodian King's Landing is quite ashamed. Many dissenting Confucian classics far slightly sneer, static flow Ji Man bitter tour. The temple is white from today, and the chrysanthemums are still yellow last year. (hereinafter "Han Fu Tan Ming") There will be death through the ages, and there is a plateau in the drunken burial place. Life is less than 100, and I just made a Millennium painting. The sun shines on the thin fairy clouds, and the autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light. ("The Story of the Sea") When the black light first appeared, the dragon and candle fought for it. (hereinafter referred to as "Kong Tie") The condensed beads are full of exposed branches. It's time to travel to the west, and the solemn cold is coming. 10% off fan mandarin fish, four fish. Forget it. Pour a bowl, prolong life, and get a deep reward.
When is the spring flower and autumn moon in Yu Meiren, and how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. The wind in Yu Meiren has returned to the yard, and the willow eye continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow. The rain is gurgling outside the sand curtain, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
The past of Langtaosha is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai!
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing. The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
Seeing flowers, Xie Chunhua, I was in a hurry, but it was cold and rainy, and the wind came late. When is the weight of tears? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
If you have nothing to say when you meet each other, go to the west wing alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
I just put on my evening makeup, so I will pay more attention to my heavy sandalwood. Show people a lilac, sing a clear song, and temporarily lead the cherry to break. The sleeves of the sleeves are still black, and the cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash. Embroidered bed leans on jiao without that, chewing red velvet and laughing.
The red sun in Huanxisha is three feet high, and the golden furnace adds fragrance to the beast twice, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles step by step. Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can play flute and drum.
The bright moon of Yuhua Bodhisattva is dark and foggy. Today I will go to Lang's side! Well, socks smell good and gold shoes are portable. See you at the south bank of the gallery, always shivering. It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful.
In spring, the fairy cherry blossoms in Linjiang have run out, and butterflies fly lightly. Zigui crow on the west of the small building, jade hook holding curtains, melancholy dusk hanging down. After the lonely people scattered in the doorway, the tobacco collapsed. The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.
In the past 40 years, the country has been home, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi. How many times have you known each other? Once classified as ministers, Shen Yao and Pan were killed. The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song. Drop (a "wave") tears to Gong E.
How can we avoid the sadness of midnight songs in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny. The past is empty, still like a dream.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, dreaming of the south of the Yangtze River and letting a hundred flowers blossom. On the boat, the orchestral river gurgles, and the city flies and rolls, killing the people who enjoy the flowers!
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, the dream is far away, and the south is clear in autumn. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building.
How I hate seeing Jiangnan. I dreamed of it last night. Also like the old garden, the car is like flowing water in Ma Rulong; Flowers and the moon are spring breeze!
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, many tears will break your face after swallowing. Never mind the tears, Shengfeng will blow them; There is no doubt about heartbreak!
Three sets make you sleepless, get dressed and go out. The autumn moon is cold and bamboo is cold, and the night wind cuts the window.
Mulberries were picked late to attack the golden well phoenix tree, and several trees were shocked in autumn. Rain brings new sadness. A hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook. Joan's window broke through two moths, looking back at the edge, wanting to send scales to swim, and the nine cold waves did not flow back.
Willow branches are getting old and ashamed of spring, and the soul feels old everywhere; Thank you, long street seems to know each other, and forced the smoke ear to brush his head.
Shane Qin Lou didn't see the blowjob girl, so she went to the garden in her spare time. Pink cherry is low and proud. The east wind bothers me. It makes me feel fragrant. Joan window □ (original lack) dream of leaving the sunset, how long will you hate those years! The weeping willows are reflected outside the green trees. Meeting for a while is like dreaming.
It's heartbreaking that qingping music doesn't come to the spring half. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Ruanlang returned to the mountain as the twelfth brother of Zheng Wang, and he was idle in spring. Lovelorn, drunk, drunk in my dream. Her voice is silent and she doesn't make up at night. Who should make the whole thing beautiful? I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk.
In the spring before the mulberry pavilion, the red and the heroic are exhausted, and the dance falls. When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows. The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash. Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream.
Practice makes the deep courtyard quiet, the small courtyard empty and the cold anvil blows intermittently. But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.
The juggler's hair is messy, his evening makeup is incomplete, and his eyebrows are gone with hatred. Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears? The fisherman has a spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook. Flowers are full of Zhu, wine is full of Europe, and you are comfortable in the waves.
At first glance, butterfly lovers was injured at dusk in spring. Counting the sound of rain and wind, hazy moonlight clouds come and go. It's a dark spring day in Tao Li Yi, who is on the swing, laughing softly. There are thousands of hearts in Qian Qian, and there is no place in the world.
It is better to look at the flowers than to wait for the old branches. The light green jade is soft and clear, and the surface of the floating lamp is clear. Why don't you always smile and ban the garden for the Spring Festival Evening? The drunkard's intention is not wine, but poetry has become an industry.
Bodhisattva Man Penglai Courtyard is a closed rooftop girl, and the painting hall sleeps day and night without words. Cui Yunguang threw the pillow and embroidered clothes smelled strange fragrance. The hidden beads lock and move, feeling the dream of the silver screen. With a slow smile on her face, I look forward to it infinitely.
Bodhisattva's copper spring is brittle, and the new sound moves slowly. Eyes are black, eyes are flowing. Rain clouds are deeply embroidered, and when they come, they will be harmonious. No matter how empty the banquet is, the soul will lose its spring dream.
Xiao Yue, the migratory warbler, fell down and Sue was speechless. Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare. The warblers are whispering, the flowers are scattered, and the solitary painting hall is deep in the courtyard. Red Hugh swept Iraq, leaving the dancers to return.
It should be that in the first month, the makeup mirror is hooked, and the cicadas are sloppy. The heavy curtain is quiet, the floor is swaying and melancholy. Willow dike grass path, dream broken pulley gold well. I was sober last night and worried about treating diseases in spring.