Life experience
Zhang Zhengyuan was born on the 18th day of the seventh month in the sixth year of Jiaqing in the Qing Dynasty (1801), and died on the seventh day of the seventh month in the sixth year of Xianfeng in the Qing Dynasty (1856). On the eighteenth day of the month, he lived to the age of fifty-six and was the eldest son of Zhang Fangzai. Zhang Zhengyuan has been a genius since childhood. At the age of Bingzi in the 21st year of Jiaqing (1816), at the age of fifteen, he entered Pan with the first place in the scientific examination and became the youngest Yixiang student. The first place student will receive 4 taels of silver per month as a supplement to their grades. In the second year of Daoguang (1822), at the age of Renwu, he was elected as an outstanding Gongsheng student by the governor of the province and entered Fuzhou Aofeng Academy as Chen Gongfu. He was highly regarded by two gentlemen, Huang Dongcang and Huang Dongcang; in the eleventh year of Daoguang (1831), Enke, at the age of Xinmao, and his uncle Zhang Fangche took the same subject of Chinese examination, ranking eighth in the province; in the twelfth year of Daoguang (1832), Renchen Ke Lianjie The 16th Chinese-style Jinshi, the top eighty in the palace examination, returned to class to be selected by the county magistrate, willing to take up a teaching position, and was appointed as a professor in Taiwan Prefecture, a professor in Quanzhou Prefecture, and a professor in Zhangzhou Prefecture. Ding You was promoted and died. The tomb is at Jinwu Mountain, Jijiuling Mountain, outside the west gate of Fuzhou, with Ren Xiang Bing sitting on the cave.
Volume 6 of "Pingnan County Chronicles": "At the beginning of the opening of the county, there was very little reading, and this was the time. After Zhang's uncles and nephews became Jinshi, the sound of string reciting filled the ears in both urban and rural areas. It can be said to be prosperous! The country has implemented a new policy, and the atmosphere in Xiangxu has taken on a new look..." The "Uncles and Nephews of the Zhang family" in the article refer to Zhang Fangche and Zhang Zhengyuan of Toutou Village, especially Zhang Zhengyuan, who was the first literary scholar after the first Chinese-style Pingnan partition and pioneered the reading culture in Pingnan. Pingnan is off to a good start with its talent pool. It's a pity that Zhang Zhengyuan and his family moved to Wenrufang, Fuzhou since he took office. After that, the current situation was turbulent and there was no contact for a long time. People in his hometown now don't know what happened to his descendants. Part of the selected poems: Poems about the sentry pavilion in Ttou Ridge
For the sake of love, the pavilion is quiet and open, where travelers can stay temporarily. Look sideways at the blossoming stamens and listen to the chirping of birds.
The sky is long behind the ridge, and the mountains are high and the wilderness is low. Looking up here, there are white clouds on all sides. A poem about building a bridge made of gold.
The twenty-foot-long bridge spans both sides of the bank, and you can see three thousand fish playing in the waves. In the former village, dogs barked among the flowers, and cows plowed the houses and went to the fields across the water.
The light of the twin streams shakes the trees in the distance, and the shadows of the four peaks cast their shadow on the front river. The colorful clouds slant across the floating clouds, and the wind calms the sky in the mirror. Poems about the Orchid Basin Reunion
The Zhongyuan Festival is held in the ancestral hall, tea, fruit, fragrant flowers are offered to the World Honored One; bay leaves are turned over amid the sound of bells and chimes, and orchid basins are arranged in Yangzhou. A poem about the Octagonal Pavilion in Tangkou
The high golden platform overlooks the wine pool, the calyx altar and the pine islands overlap each other; good mountains and good waters come and go, and the south of the screen is regarded as the south of the sword. Thoughts on paying homage to the tomb
The people who visit the tomb are named Baiyujia, and they drink chicken, dolphin, millet, and rice as libation tea. I recall that when I was a child, I used to follow a team and break azaleas along the way. Reminiscing about the mountains at home
I haven’t been here for another six years. I want to go back to the mountains but I still have to pay for the mountain. The vast expanse of cloud trees is a place of thought, and I spend one day each way from the west to the south. A poem about fishing trees
A canal of flowing water returns to Qinglian, with old trees crossing the two banks. The color reflects the green color of Changchuan, and the branches are green and smoky.
The sound of fishing waves is broken in front of the wind, and the shadow of the fishing rod is hanging in the sunset. The proud fisherman came here and loved him for many years. Five Poems of Feelings
Original publication of "Pingnan County Chronicle·Art and Literature Chronicle" (edited by Zhixian Jiang Shuo)
(1) There is no greater function of creation than hand wind and thunder. One movement and one dispersion, the transformation is endless. When it is extremely violent, the weather changes.
The whole situation is shaken by the tremors, and the haze is miserable. The sun and the moon are dark, and the mountains are prone to collapse. The trees were uprooted and the houses were destroyed.
The heart of heaven is benevolent and cannot be turned back when angered. The living are turned to killing, and everything suffers disasters. One thing is used for two purposes, and there is a final decision.
Ask who is responsible for the key, who can reach the rooftop.
(2) Quack doctors misuse medicine and know that they kill more people. He changed his path and learned witchcraft, hoping to redeem himself. Once the heart is moved, Fu Yan will harm those he loves.
If you get money and are proud of your wife and children, you say that you don’t pass on the salary. A son died of a ghost, and he didn't care about the fate. Alas, those who commit evil will eventually lose their true nature!
(3) The trees are blooming in spring, and they are surrounded by shade. The nesting bird appreciates the support and pecks at it, forgetting its purpose. The autumn wind is blowing and the fallen leaves are flying.
If the branches cannot protect themselves, the trust will be safe! Wouldn't it be contrary to your wishes if you don't follow the rope again? Cicchao said the road ahead, the situation is no longer the same.
(4) Tigers and wolves have fathers and sons, and ants have monarchs and ministers. Be it small insects or ferocious beasts, kindness and kindness are always extended. It is said that stupidity is nothing more than an object, and that a spirit is nothing more than a human being.
Why do you think that the fat and barren country looks like Yue Qin? The nature of things can still be disturbed, and the world is full of thorns and hazelnuts. Wherever clothes and clothes are worn, machines follow each other.
Knowing that you are happy is not false, and your anger is not necessarily true. The purpose is as the wise man said, because he will not lose his relatives.
(5) Wherever people come by chance, they often achieve extraordinary results. There is nothing more wonderful than eyepieces, which can rejuvenate old eyes. I only care about my ears, but I have nothing to save my deafness.
If you have g, you can use t, but if you are stuck, it is difficult to use it. You can know the essence of preciousness. There is wisdom and wisdom in it. If you are blind, your skills will be poor.
For example, if the roots and plants are cut off, it is difficult to cultivate them. Why should there be no heroes in the late Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty? Zhaitou Kouzhan
Originally published in "Pingnan County Chronicle·Art and Literature Chronicle" (Editor-in-chief by Zhixian Jiang Shuo)
In the blink of an eye, the light is passing, and the old scene is shocking.
A spring has passed in sorrow, and everything comes before sleep;
I have sparse poems due to illness, and I have spent a lot of time drinking and drinking. Shanzhai Jishi
Original publication of "Pingnan County Chronicle·Art and Literature Chronicle" (editor-in-chief by Zhixian Jiang Shuo)
The sound of drums in the hall has already been updated, the sky is full of wind and dew, and the moon is hazy. The color of the banana shadow is suspected to be the old tree spirit in Nakong.
Sitting there late at night checking my books, it was as quiet as a monk in meditation. The sly mouse seems to be tired of spying on people, and puts its head next to the inkstone to look at the broken lamp. 11. Six poems about herbal ointment
(1) He did not hesitate to be the cause of the figurines back then, and the poison of aphrodisiac spread all over the world. There are no rotten intestines in the world, but there are many rotten bones in the world.
If you get rid of it, it is not your true face, and if you earn it, it is all a false spirit. But pity the useless person, hurt and waste, and mistakenly hide the seven-foot body.
(2) Living with a bamboo tube every day, neither the rain nor the wind will move it. The concept is similar to that of Sanshang, and the knot is really like entering Wuzhong.
If you cause a terminal illness for no reason, you can't attack it even if you have needles and needles.
(3) There are more times of hatred than love, and nothing can be done about it! Half of the bed is filled with mist and chronic illness, and hundreds of years sit and pass away.
The jade tower looks like a frame just before the sun, and the silver sea ripples without wind or tears. I would like to ask who among all living beings is the most similar, but the moths dancing under the lamp are pitiful.
(4) A crab lives in a snail's house or on a balcony, and apes and cranes are in the same group without guessing. They were just chatting and joking around, but they didn't know that if they love wine, they will be greedy for it.
Beauty’s color is blushing. The prince's clothes turned into ashes. When our talents are exhausted and our appearance is gone, we all look back with great sadness.
(5) Guests and friends gather together to have fun, and enter the customs as soon as they are obsessed with it. He Qiao was obsessed with money sometimes, but he was banished to immortals because of his frugality in drinking.
Old ghosts and new ghosts share the same bed, looking sad and sick all day long. How could it be that you, sir, are used to lying high and lying down high, so that you can enjoy it?
(6) He has no desire for fame, wealth and honor, and he is lazy and stealing. The red sun is already high but I still close my eyes, and the gold will never look back.
One's wealth seems to be in danger, and one's life is willing to be plotted with rotten grass. I am willing to connect the golden ropes and lead them to transcend all beings and go to the fairy continent. 12. Songs about cursing smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke, cute but disgusting, reciting the family motto, before falling into bed, saliva dripping on the bottom of the plate, tears dripping on the edge of the plate.
Thousands of acres are buried with hoes, and thousands of coins are strung on wires. A tin box for taking souls hangs on the waist, holding a bronze sign for reminders, and a lamp, which can burn all the heroes and heroes. Two bamboos in a foot can measure all the village sticks and wild immortals.
Note: Chierzhu, a bamboo tube used for smoking opium. 13. Lovely Winter
When the cold day approaches the clear day, you can look up to the distant sky. Before the snow on the path is buried, warm the reading curtain first.
It is difficult to stay in the light of thoughts, and the shadow of comfort is like a shadow. The ministers of the Jin Dynasty once compared their virtues, and thanked the guests for their poems.
It is better to be warm when the color is scattered, but not to chase when it is dark. If the afterglow is available, I will be selfless in returning to the candle. 14. Linchuan Fish
There is a guest with all kinds of worries, asking for fish today. Guangchuan is so vast, yet so many high shores are there.
Feng Shui is peaceful and hinders each other, but the haze is not afraid of being deep. They should not compete with deer, but should compete with birds.
It is not because of weakness that we can build a net, but because we forget about it. The everlasting aroma is there, standing there in deep thought.