In the late Tang Dynasty, Miracle, a Hunan poet, who claimed to be Samana Heng Yue, wrote a poem "Early Plum" and took it to Yangshan, Yichun, Jiangxi Province, and asked Zheng Gu, a poet friend. There is a couplet in the poem: "How many branches opened in the old village of Zita Law last night". Zheng Gu looked at it and said, "It's not early to count, it's better to count one." After that, I changed "opening several branches" to "opening one branch". After listening to his words, Miracle was deeply impressed by his change. He bowed his head unconsciously and marveled at the wonderful use of the word "one", that is, he called Zheng Gu "a word teacher". Since then, Zheng Gu's reputation as a "Ci master" has been widely circulated among the literati, and relevant historical books have been loaded one after another, which has been passed down to this day.
Zheng Gu wrote more than 1000 poems in his life. Because he once lived in Yuntai Daoshe, he called his poetry collection Yuntai Compilation, and one was Yiyang Collection, also known as Zheng Shouyu's Anthology, which was divided into three volumes: upper, middle and lower. In addition, there are books such as Yiyang Foreign Compilation and Right and Wrong National Style, some of which have been lost. There are more than 300 poems written by Zheng Gu in the whole Tang Dynasty.
Zheng Gu's official career is smooth, and his poems are mostly about praising things and expressing literati's lofty leisure, lacking social content and few classics handed down from generation to generation.
Zheng Gu's poems pay attention to the refinement of words and sentences, but they are clear and easy to understand. Its quatrains are graceful and graceful. Three addenda to tang poetry.
These poems are as follows:
Farewell to Friends in Huaishang (Famous Articles)
Yangtze River Yangtze River Chun Lv, Xiaoyao De is dancing around the river to kill people.
The breeze blows gently, the flute whimpers, and the pavilion dyes dusk. You want to go south to Xiaoxiang, and I want to run to the west Qinling.
Qizuyuan mountain
Small and small, it is a rain moss spot, and the porch car is loose every day.
No one went to Emei, but I watched the rockery from the monk window.
Xiaxia
In my memory, the children were crying, the apes were whining under the trees, and the rain crossed the balcony alone.
This wave didn't come for nothing. I caught a glimpse of the spring breeze.
Step back from the second song.
I haven't climbed the ladder for many years, fishing for the old stream.
Pear blossoms are full of spring, and it is late to break the fence.
Never leave Chang 'an with an apricot. Shi Hao should be suspicious of peony.
Only returning farmland to fields can't work, and the water in the village has been blown away.
Shu Dong Chun Wan
Such a floating life is a parting, which can be as long as spring.
Yang Huaxue on Tongjiang just flew around by boat.
Premier Xia Meng only recommended ten southern suburb rhymes.
When the festival is waiting, the suburban affairs are clean and shameful.
Listen to God sincerely, and Mingde will worship the dome.
Use exquisite pottery utensils, and the fragrance will not flow.
On the Yang Chen Victory, Kuang Guo prayed for a grand rest.
It's getting blue and dew, and the wheat is cool in autumn.
The Hengzi Pavilion in Ai Rui Shou Shan embraces Huangzhou.
In foreign countries, the class is orderly, and the middle is strict and the west is excellent.
Play songs and prepare three kinds of wine to show respect and gentleness.
Red cliff returns phoenix, ask cow again.
Wanfang looks forward to the auxiliary wing, and * * * congratulates Huang You.
Five Topics on Sino-Thai Confucianism and Songsong
Song Ge is as tall as he is and he is as hairy as he is.
It's freezing at night, so I'm sorry to accompany Cao.
Weiyang Building, Wang Xian
Thousands of flowers and two flowers see the imperial state and look at this building.
The drizzle does not hide the color of Qin trees, and the sunset shines on Weihe River.
Learning from the past is not as good as learning from the past. Today, I never forget the worries of yesterday.
I haven't started the dust yet. Maybe I can rest alone.
A partridge
Warm play is plain and colorful, and the product flow should be close to the pheasant.
When it rains, the grass on the southeast lake of Dongting Lake passes through from Anil Kumar Bachu Lake; The petals of Huangling Temple fall and partridges sound.
A wanderer smells wet sleeves, and a good man sings low eyebrows.
They call each other Xiangjiang River Pu, and the bitter bamboo cluster is deep in the west of spring.
Huaishang fisherman
There is a white-haired old fisherman in the Bailang River. As soon as the river bank wind blows, the old fisherman's home will be settled wherever his boat goes.
He just caught a bass, and his son and grandchildren are busy collecting firewood in the silver grass to make a fire and roast fish.
lotus
The moving boat splashed green, and the handle greeted the wind.
Thank you, Huansha, for staying in the rain.