Ancient poems written by Putian poets

Hu Linngneng

The year of birth and death and his place of origin are unknown. Poet of the late Tang Dynasty. When he was young, he worked as a carpenter and a blacksmith, and was known as "Hu Dingjie". Later, he believed in Buddhism and lived in seclusion in Putian, Fujian Province. Only four of his poems have survived.

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Collection of Poems by Hu Linngneng

Hu Linngneng, a hermit in Putian, rarely had a negative career. The dreamer cut open his belly and found a book inside, and he was able to chant it. His name from far and near was Hu Dingjiao. The four poems are all very vivid, expressive, exquisite and extraordinary. They are worthy of being gifts from immortals. "Children's Fishing" writes about a "shaggy-headed child" learning to fish, "sitting sideways on the strawberries and grass". Passers-by waved to him and wanted to ask him something, but the child was "afraid of being frightened by the fish" (fear of being frightened). (catching the fish without saying a word), it is really vivid and lifelike, and its artistic achievement is no less than that of Du Mu's famous poem "Qingming".

Children's Fishing

A child with a shaggy head learns fishing, sitting sideways in the shadow of strawberry grass.

Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.

Happy to visit Han Shaofu

Suddenly I heard that Mei Fu came to visit me, and I came out of the thatched cottage with a lot of clothes on my face, smiling.

Children are not used to seeing carriages and horses, so they hide deep in the reed flowers.

Viewing the embroidery patterns of various prostitutes in Cui Lang in Zhengzhou (a work of "Ode to Embroidery Barriers")

At dusk, the delicate flower stamens in front of the hall are scrambling to draw with small pens on the bed.

The embroidery is like Anxiang Spring Garden, attracting the orioles to drop the willow branches.

Wang Zhaojun

Hu Feng is like a sword picking up human bones, and the Han moon is like a hook fishing for the stomach and intestines.

I don’t know where I am in my dream, and I still feel like I am in Zhaoyang when I come at night.