The complete collection of Zhu Shuzhen's heart-breaking poems
Zhu Shuzhen: a female writer in the Song Dynasty. No. Youqi Jushi, a native of Qiantang (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang). His ancestral home is Shezhou (the state governs present-day Shexian County, Anhui Province) and he was alive in the early Southern Song Dynasty. Born into an official family, it is said that he died of depression due to dissatisfaction with his marriage. Able to draw and understand music. The poems are full of resentment and sentimentality. I can also write poetry.
There is a poetry collection "Bangchang Collection" and a collection of poems "Bangchang Ci".
Recalling Qin'e The moon on the night of the sixth day of the first lunar month
The crescent moon of the new year is hooked on cold jade. The hook is cold jade, the phoenix shoes are small, and the green eyebrows are frowned.
The moths and snowy willows add to their makeup, and the candles, dragons and fire trees compete with each other. The competition on the third and fifth day of the Lantern Festival is not as good as the sixth day of the Lantern Festival.
Huanxisha Qingming
The young peaches in the spring lane spit out crimson flowers, and the spring clothes are thin and light for the first time. The wind and smoke warm the swallow's nest.
The Xiang curtains in the small courtyard are not rolled up, and the red doors in the curved rooms are long and boring. The annoying scene is clear again.
Sheng Cha Zi Yuan Eve
On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. In the moonlit willow branches, people meet at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.
Shengchazi
When there is not much cold food, there is a bad east wind for a few days. I am tired of searching for fragrance without any thread, but I am idle on the swing.
The jade and emerald skirts are intertwined, and the sick clothes are thin. I can't bear to roll up the curtains to see the lonely pear blossoms falling.
Birth of Zhazi
Every year the jade mirror stands, and the Mei Rui Palace makeup is sleepy. If I don't return home this year, I'm afraid of seeing Jiang Nanxin.
The wine faded away after farewell, and the tears ran out in sorrow. Thinking of Chu Yunshen from afar, people are far away and close to each other.
Visiting Kinmen in the middle of spring
Spring is already half-way, and the emotions that can be seen are endless. The twelve corridors are full of dry places to lean on, worried about the future.
The good thing is that the wind is gentle and the sun is warm, but it is worse than the orioles and swallows. The flower curtains all over the courtyard are not rolled up, and the heart-broken grass is far away.
Jiangchengzi Enjoying Spring
The slanting wind and drizzle make the spring cold. Facing the respect, recalling the joy of the past, I once shed tears of loneliness and pear blossoms.
The fragrant grass breaks away from the smoke on Nanpu Road. Say goodbye to tears and look at the green mountains.
We had a wonderful relationship last night. Between the water and the clouds, I was speechless. When I woke up, I still felt sad and resentful.
I am upset when I turn around my quilt, it is easy to see the sky, but it is difficult to see the Yi.
Reduced word Magnolia Spring Resentment
Walking alone and sitting alone, singing alone and paying alone, and lying alone. Standing there makes me nervous, helplessly touching people in the cold.
No one can see this love, tears will wash away half of the remaining makeup. The sorrow and illness are still there, and the dream of removing the cold lamp cannot come true.
Beautiful eyes
The late spring day is gentle, and the flower paths are filled with fragrance. The Qingming Festival has passed, and I can't bear to look back. The clouds lock the Zhulou.
The clever sound of a warbler sleeping outside the window at noon evokes the sorrow of spring. In the shadow of the green poplar, beside the Begonia Pavilion, there are red apricot tips.
Partridge Sky
Leaning alone on the balcony, the days are getting longer, and bees and butterflies are fighting frivolously. One day, the east wind was blowing with catkins, and the road was filled with peach blossoms and the fragrance of spring water.
At this time, the meaning is long, and the luxuriant grass is next to the pond. Qianzhong still wants to be drunk with spring, but fortunately there are Tumi and Begonia.
Qingpingle Summer Lake Tour
The smoke stirs up the dew, leaving me to stay for a moment. Hand in hand with Ouhua Lake on the road, a sudden drizzle of yellow plum blossoms.
The charming and infatuated girl is not afraid of people guessing, and she sleeps in people's arms with her clothes on. It's the most important time to separate and take care of each other. When I return, I lazily sit by the dressing table.
Qingpingle
The scenery is urgent, March 30th. I want to linger but I can't make it, the smoke in the green field makes me cry.
Qian Who sent a message of spring night, and the drums were painted and beat lightly on the city wall. Linqi asked me to pay, and I will arrive at the top of the plum tree early next year.
Red lips
The yellow bird chirps, but when dawn comes, it listens to the tinkling wood. My heart is gone, my eyes are full of tears.
Seeing that I have no intention, I even tune out the love song. The mandarin duck curtain is alone. Looking back, the mountains and rivers are green.
The lips are lowered
The wind is strong and the clouds are thick, and the late afternoon cold has no choice but to invade the curtain. The bun is swept sideways, and the plum makeup on the hands is thin.
Drink less and enjoy the joy, and the silver candles will fall frequently. So desolate. The spring workers have awakened, and the calyx of the fragrant plum has been broken.
Die Lian Hua brings spring
Thousands of willow trees hang down outside the building. If you want to tie your youth, the spring will return if you don’t stay here for a long time. Just like the willow catkins floating in front of the wind, I wonder where they will go with the spring.
The mountains and rivers are full of green and Du Yu is heard. Just be ruthless, don't worry about people's suffering. Sending wine to spring without saying a word, but it rains lightly at dusk.
The Bodhisattva Man
The mountain pavilion and the waterside pavilion are half autumn, and the phoenix curtain is lonely and unaccompanied. The melancholy is new, but the two moths are old.
When I get up and approach the embroidered house, there are sometimes sparse fireflies. Thank you for your sympathy with the moon, I can’t bear to be round tonight.
Bodhisattva Man Autumn
The sound of autumn suddenly rises and the parasol trees fall, and the chirping of crickets adds to the desolation. Sleeping with a pillow and a lamp behind you, the moon and lingering dreams come true.
Get up and hook green foil, where is the cold anvil? Leaning alone on the small railing, the wind and dew make you feel cold.
Bodhisattvaman Osmanthus
There is no new standard of plums and willows, and no enchanting color of peaches and plums. It's just annoying and fragrant, and all the flowers are vying for it.
Love and knowledge are planted in the sky, falling into deep caves. Regardless of the cold moon and palace, compare the branches and look at them side by side.
The Bodhisattva Man
The wet clouds do not cross the stream and the bridge is cold, and the ehan first breaks the shadow of the east wind. The sound of water under the stream is long, and a branch and the moon are fragrant.
People feel pity for flowers as they look old, but flowers don’t know how thin people are. Leaning against the railing alone, it’s late at night and the flowers are cold.
Magpie Bridge Immortal Chinese Valentine's Day
Qiaoyun makeup is late, the west wind has stopped the heat, and the light rain is in the sky and the moon is falling. The morning glory and the weaver girl have been through autumn for many times, but they still shed tears with regret.
The slight coolness enters the sleeves, the quiet joy is in the seat, the heaven and the earth are satisfied. Like twilight and morning, they change year by year.
Nian Nujiao's two poems to encourage snow
There is no snow in the clear winter, because God is not willing, and chemical engineering is not clumsy. Don't let the jade flowers fly to the ground and stay in Guanghan Palace.
At the same time, the clouds are about to gather, and the graupel will gather, and the three red sun poles will be revealed. There are six flowers in the garden, but I don’t know where to install them.
I should think of the cold plum blossoms in Longshou. The flowers bloom without a companion, and I am really sad about the scenery. Waiting for the golden cauldron to be used for making soup, it is to spread the jade salt.
The ravines are all flat, the universe is picturesque, and the ice is clean. Liang Yuanyan guest, the night is bright and not afraid of the lights going out.
Again
The goose feathers are scattered densely and accumulated in a short period of time. Reclining in the east wind, the wind is overwhelming and full of feet in an instant.
The jade towers are made of jade, the lead melts into the sky and the earth, and there is no distant Cenbi. The beautiful woman is playing, breaking some pieces into pieces and throwing them away.
It’s hard to stay in good times, and the wind and rain shatter the light and color. There is always a very light and wonderful attitude, who seems to pity the old days.
The beams of the pavilion are singing, the lonely Chu dances, and the lions are smiling. The plum blossoms are still there, and the pine and bamboo trees are all good as the year goes by.
Bu Shuanzi
A slanting branch in the bamboo reflects the tranquility of the forest. It’s impossible to paint a picture of something strange after the rain, with only a few shadows scattered across the shallow water.
The little Chanyu was blown away, and he thought deeply. There is a faint fragrance in front of the blowing wind, and the moonlight penetrates the cold flowers.
On the Xijiang River, half of spring
Wear a dancing skirt and a singing fan to enjoy the spring, fearing the cold. Rolling up the blinds, I looked at Nanshan speechlessly, feeling green, fat and red.
Go and cherish your idleness, and take a leisurely stroll along the river. Just like a bird returning when it is tired, the pear blossoms are wandering deep in the courtyard.
Yue Huaqing Pear Blossom
The snow is heavy on the garden in spring, the fragrant flowers float on the moon, and the clothes are still timid and thin. After sleeping on my pillow, I heard another sound of dry magpie.
Pink tears, lingering rain, clear dreams, cold clouds and loneliness. Except, it was Jiangmei Zengxu, and the poet sang it.
I always regret the wandering in the morning breeze, and don’t let my fragrant skin lose its weight. The deep apricots and peaches are scattered for whom.
Depending on the weather, decorate for the Qingming Festival, and enjoy the beautiful scenery. Mix it, take it from the flowers, and drink it alone.