Excerpts from the famous poems of Jiang Kui, a writer in the Southern Song Dynasty
1. There is no end to the flow of fertilizer and water to the east, and acacia was not planted at the beginning. The meeting in the dream is always not clear, can not catch up to see the portrait more clear, and this kind of wet dream also often helpless will be startled by the cry of mountain birds. Spring is not green, the temples are first silk, and the world will not be sad for a long time. I do not know who, let me miss the twilight, the happy reunion night, this feeling, only you and I understand. -Jiang kui's "partridge sky"
2. Huaizuomingdu, a beautiful place in the west of Zhu, is less in the beginning. Ten miles after the spring breeze. All the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees in the pool and still hated talking about soldiers. Gradually dusk, clear the angle and blow the cold. All in the empty city. Du Langjun's reward, now, is too heavy to be surprised. Longitudinally speaking, the dream of a brothel is good, but it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24 th Bridge is still there, and the waves are swaying and Leng Yue is silent. Read the red medicine by the bridge, and you will know who to live for every year. -Jiang kui's "Yangzhou Slow"
3. Read the red medicine by the bridge, and you will know who it is for every year. -Jiang Kui's "Yangzhou Slow"
4. The 24 th Bridge is still there, and the waves are swaying and Leng Yue is silent. Read the red medicine by the bridge, who will you know for every year? -Jiang kui's "Yangzhou Slow"
5. It takes a long time for the world to be sad, and the two thoughtfully know each other. -Jiang kui's "partridge sky"
6. What is it today? Looking back on the past on the railing, the lingering willows dance irregularly-Jiang Kui's "Diancrimson Lips"
7. On the 11th day of the first month of the partridge, when watching the lights and enjoying the scenery in the lanes, the cage yarn hissed before it got out. Only my daughter, accompanied by company, sat on her shoulder. Flowers fill the city, the moon invades clothes, and juvenile affairs are always sad. Come to the bustling shahe pond, early spring a little cold climate, watching the lights of the people, walking slowly towards the home. -Jiang kui's "partridge sky watching the lights on the eleventh day of the first month"
8. The cardamom ci works, and the brothel dreams well, but it is difficult to bear deep affection. -Jiang Kui's "Yangzhou Slow"
9. The 24th Bridge is still there, but Leng Yue is silent? -Jiang Kui's Slow Yangzhou
1. A long time on earth will not make you sad-Jiang Baishi's Partridge Sky
11. Who taught Red-violet to ponder over each other at night-Jiang Kui's Partridge Sky
-Jiang kui's Yangzhou Slow
13. Before the spring is over, the green hair will not be sad for a long time. Who will teach the red-violet to ponder over each other at night?-Jiang kui's "Partridge Day, Yuanxi Dream"
14. Lotus leaves are like clouds, and the boat swings into Xiling. -Jiang kui
15. Chun Xibing applied to Japan, and I passed Weiyang. At the beginning of the night snow, the wheat is looking forward to it. When entering its city, it is depressed, the cold water is green, the twilight is gradually rising, and the angle is sad; Yu Huai is sad, feeling the past and the present, because he is enjoying this song. Qian Yan's old man thought that he was sad to leave. Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place, and the saddle is less in the initial journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees in the pool and still hated talking about soldiers. It's getting dusk, and it's all in an empty city. Du Langjun's reward, even now, is too heavy to be surprised. Longitudinally speaking, the dream of a brothel is good, but it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24 th Bridge is still there, and the waves are swaying and Leng Yue is silent. Read the red medicine by the bridge, and you will know who to live for every year. -Jiang Kui's "Yangzhou Slow"
16. The bright moon in Huainan is cold in Qian Shan, and it is left unattended. -Jiang Kui's "Walking on the Sha River and Coming from the East"
17. My family used to live in Chilan Bridge, and the neighbors met each other not far away. If it is half autumn by then, the west wind gate lane will be rustling. -Jiang kui's "Yellow Willow"
18. Good flowers are not in harmony with fragrant people, and the waves are sparkling. I am afraid that the spring breeze will return to green and become cloudy. Where can I find jade? Mulan sculls in a dream, the clouds are small and horizontal, but she looks for Yingying at the foot of the lonely mountain, and the green birds sing for a spring. -Jiang kui's "Mei Ling in the Creek"
19. The high willow hangs in the shade, and the old fish blows the waves, leaving me in the flower room. How many fields are there, nine times to return to the sand. -Jiang kui
2. Spring is not green, and the first silk is on the temples. It will not be sad for a long time. -Jiang Kui's "Partridge Days, Yuanxi Dreams"
21. It is not sad to be apart for a long time. I do not know who, let me miss the twilight, the happy reunion night, this feeling, only you and I understand. -Jiang Kui's "Partridge Days and Yuanxi Dreams"
22. In the old moonlight, how many times did you take a look at me and play the flute in the plum blossom? Arouse jade people, regardless of cold and climbing. He Xun is getting old now, and he has forgotten it. But strangely enough, the flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the incense is cold into the Yao mat. -Jiang kui
23, the old moonlight. Take a look at me a few times, and Mei Bian plays the flute. Arouse jade people, regardless of cold and climbing. He Xun is getting old now, and he has forgotten it. But strangely enough, the flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the incense is cold into the Yao mat. Jiangguo, it is silent. Sigh and send away, the snow begins to accumulate at night. Cui Zun is easy to cry. The red calyx is silent and nostalgic. Chang Ji once joined hands, pressing a thousand trees and making the West Lake cold and blue. Piece by piece, blown out, when will you see it? -Jiang kui's Dimfragrance
24. In the old moonlight, take a few photos of me, and the plum side plays the flute. -Jiang Kui's Dimfragrance
25. A pomegranate tree is soaked in red water and scattered in the east of the small bridge. On the fifth day, I was sad and worried. Shan Yu hit the awning. Know the taste of the world, Chu people bow, do not worry. White-headed travelers, not picking apples, are lonely and fragrant. -Jiang kui's "Complaining about Love"
26. At the beginning, it was not a kind of acacia. Spring is not green, the temples are first silk, and the world will not be sad for a long time. -Jiang Kui's "Partridge Day Yuan Xi has a Dream"
27, Yu Ke Wuling. Hubei is governed by the constitution: the ancient city is wild and the trees are towering. Yu and two or three friends, boating in the meantime. Drinking mint flowers, the image is leisurely, and it is not human. Autumn water is dry. Lotus leaves go out of the ground to find their feet, because they sit under them, and the sun can't be seen on them. Breeze Xu Lai, Lv Yun automatically. It is also a pleasure to catch a glimpse of tourists painting boats in the sparse place. Thirst to come to Xing Wu. There are many sheep and lotus flowers, and the West Lake is flooded at night. The scenery is amazing. So write it in this sentence. When I remember coming, I tried to be a companion with Yuanyang, but thirty-six vicious people didn't arrive, and there were countless styles of water. The green leaves are cool, the jade makes the wine disappear, and the rain is sprinkled. Shake, Leng Xiang fly on the poem. At dusk, the green pavilion is graceful, and the lover is gone, so why bother to endure Ling Bo? I am afraid that the dance clothes will be cold and easy to fall, and people will be worried about Nanpu. High willows hang in the shade, old fish blow in the waves, leaving me to live in the flowers. How many fields, how many times to return to the sand. -Jiang Kui's "Nian Nujiao Noisy Ge"
28. The gas is clear and thick, and the grid has high and low elegance and customs-Jiang Kui
29. The moss is decorated with jade, and there are small green birds, and the branches are the same. Meet in the guest, hedge corner dusk, no words to lean on bamboo. Zhaojun is not used to Hu Shayuan, but he remembers the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River. I want to wear a ring, come back on a moonlit night, and turn into this flower. I still remember the old story of the deep palace. The man was sleeping and flying near the moth green. Nothing is like the spring breeze, no matter what it is, it is early to arrange the golden house. I also taught a piece to go with the waves, but I complained and mourned the jade dragon. When you wait, you will find the fragrance again, and you have entered the small window banner. -Jiang kui's "Thin Shadow"
3. Jingluo is a peerless person. Why did it fall into Xijin? Cage shoes are more shallow than crow's head socks, knowing that they are Ling Bo's ethereal body. Red smiles, green grows. Who will spend the poor spring with? Yuanyang used to stay alone and turned into a wisp of cloud in the west building. -Jiang Kui's "Partridge Sky"
31. It's empty to travel in the alleys, and the ancient trees are slanting. Old Testament boat, the mind has become wrong. -Jiang kui
32. There are many readers, who can be like a pavilion tree? If a tree has feelings, it will not be so green. -Jiang Kui's "The Long Pavilion is slow to complain and gradually blows out the branches"
33. It is easy to leave the world for a long time. Seeing plum branches, I suddenly miss you. A few small windows, dreaming hands with you. I have nowhere to find in my dream tonight, wandering around, being invaded by cold, and I don't know yet. Wet red hate ink shallow seal. Treasure Zheng is empty, no geese fly. A handsome tour of the streets is empty and the ancient trees are slanting. Old Testament boat, the mind has become wrong. The song "Huainan Spring Grass Fu" is flourishing again. Wandering guests, tears full of clothes. -Jiang Kui's Introduction to Jiang Mei
34. The Twenty-four Bridges are still there, swaying in the heart, and Leng Yue is silent-Jiang Kui's Slow Yangzhou
35. Today, there is no reason to miss the past, and there are still uneven dances. -Jiang kui's
36, the language is expensive and implicit. -A Complete Collection of Jiang Kui's Famous Words
1. On a partridge day, two rows of bead curtains hung on Izayoi's way out, and thousands of silver candles danced sadly. The east wind seems to be under the red chamber, who knows Du Muzhi of Sansheng? Huan is just right, and the night is how. Momo Branch crossed in the spring of Ming Dynasty. The drums are gradually drifting away, and there is a month to know when you come back disappointed.
2. Yu Mei ordered Shihu (Gao Pingtiao) to make this sound, but there was no truth in it, so she ordered it to be made. Shihu House is in the south, and there is Puyueyuan Village across the river. The plum blossoms and the snow fall, and the bamboo courtyard is deep and quiet, but Shihu is afraid of the cold, so it is played. Sparse the snow flakes and scatter them into the southwest garden. Spring cold lock, old pavilion. There are several trees of Yumei, with their backs against the east wind, but the flowers are high and the fragrance is far away. When the public comes to appreciate, plum blossoms can persuade, flowers grow well, and the public is willing to be healthier. Then knead the spring for wine, make a new poem with snow, and fight for a day and turn around the flowers.
3, thin shadow moss branches decorated with jade, there are small green birds, and the branches stay together. Meet in the guest, hedge corner dusk, no words to lean on bamboo. Zhaojun is not used to Hu Shayuan, but he remembers the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River. I want to wear a ring, come back on a moonlit night, and turn into this flower. I still remember the old story of the deep palace. The man was sleeping and flying near the moth green. Nothing is like the spring breeze, no matter what it is, it is early to arrange the golden house. I also taught a piece to go with the waves, but I complained and mourned the jade dragon. When you wait, you will find the fragrance again, and you have entered the small window banner.
4. The trip to Tasha came from Miandong, and Ding Weiyuan arrived in Jinling, where he was dreaming on the river. Yan Yan is light, Yingying is delicate, and she clearly sees Hua Xu again. The night is long for a fickle knowledge? Early in spring, I was dyed by acacia. Don't write later, don't sew at the same time, and travel far away from the soul. The bright moon in Huainan is cold in Qian Shan, and nobody cares about it.
5. Huanxisha Bingchen is less than five days old, and Wu Songzuo. The geese are afraid of heavy clouds and refuse to crow, and the boat is worried about the west of Shitang, and the wind and waves at the head are forbidden. Chunpu is gradually welcoming the green, and Xiaomei should grow branches; A year's lights bring people home.
6. On the New Year's Eve of the Revolution of 1911, I celebrated the palace, gave a farewell to Shihu and returned to Xing Wu. After the snow, I hung over the rainbow at night and tasted the poem cloud: "The wild geese in Lize are faint, and the jade peaks overlap the cloud protection clothes; On a lonely spring and cold night in Long Bridge, only the poet returns home. "In the winter of the last five years, Fu and Yu Shangqing, Zhang Pingfu, and Park Weng claimed to be carrying the Yi Liangxi, passing through Song Wu, and the mountains were cold and the sky was cold, the clouds and waves were in harmony, and the middle and evening phases were weeping, the stars were drooping, the fishing fires were mixed, the new moon was blowing, and the wine could not be supported. Park Weng wrapped himself up with the quilt, and the Jewish phase sang, because of this. Park Weng blames it for nothing, but he can't help himself. Ping Fu, Shang Qing, and Park Weng all work on poetry, and they are also eager to chase after the strangeness they produce. Since this trip has returned, each has more than 5 solutions. Double oars and waves, a dull rain, and the twilight sorrow is gradually full of emptiness. Call my gull, and I want to go down, and my back is still over the wood. Then go back, swing in the clouds and snow, and send it alone at night. Sad to see you again, according to the Meishan, Daihen low pressure. It's cold in the spring in the fragrant path, and I'm dancing, so who will answer the song? Looking down at the rainbow in the west, floating away, this prosperity is hard to stop. The wine awakens the waves far away, and the political thoughts and plain socks are clear. Now it's safe, only the railing, with people for a moment.
7. Linglong's four criminals are over the middle of the year, and they smell the flute and drum. The drums are cold at night, the lights are hanging in the spring, and current events are in a hurry! Tired of swimming and less joy, the pitch is sad for the present. Jiang Yan also sang and hated Fu, remembering the time and seeing off Nanpu. Wan Li Gankun, with a hundred years' life experience, is the only bitter feeling. Yangzhou willow hangs down the official road, changing horses lightly, and looking at the households correctly. Wine wakes up under the bright moon, and dreams go with the tide. The article believes in beauty and knows what it is for, and it has won a journey to the end of the world. Teach and talk, spring comes, and find a flower partner.
8. It hurts the spirit and is perfunctory and explicit.
9. The 24th Bridge is still there, and the waves are swaying, but Leng Yue is silent.
1. The high willows hang in the shade, while the old fish blow the waves, leaving me in the flowers. How many fields are there, nine times to return to the sand.
11. In Qutong Village, Yishui, west of the bridge, there are traces of duckweed on the shore.
12. It's not winter yet. I crossed Song Wu to be a wild goose unintentionally, and the west bank of Taihu Lake went with the clouds. Several peaks are bitter, and Shang Lue is yellow and rainy. Next to the fourth bridge, it is planned to live with you every day. Why today? Looking back on the past on the railing, the residual willows dance irregularly.
13. Partridges in the sky, cypresses, greens, peppers and reds in the day, everything is new, and people celebrate the New Year through the hedge lights. Three Mao bells move the west window to dawn, and poetry is another spring for no reason. Be careless with the guests, open the door slowly, and the plum blossoms will come with the old. Jiao Er learned to write human characters, while Yu Lei and shentu wrote untrue ones.
14. On the 11th day of the first month of the partridge day, when watching the lights and enjoying the scenery in the lanes, the cage yarn hissed before it got out. Only my daughter, accompanied by company, sat on her shoulder. Flowers fill the city, the moon invades clothes, and juvenile affairs are always sad. Come to the bustling shahe pond, early spring a little cold climate, watching the lights of the people, walking slowly towards the home.
15. In the autumn when the partridge sky is full, there is a peerless person in Jingluo as seen in Tiaoxi Ji, so why did it fall into Xijin? Cage shoes are more shallow than crow's head socks, knowing that they are Ling Bo's ethereal body. Red smiles at first sight, green grows long, and who will spend the poor spring with? Yuanyang used to stay alone and turned into a wisp of cloud in the west building.
16. When the partridge can't recall yesterday's street preview, Liu Jiemei didn't know it. Now it's time to enjoy the evening, but I'm afraid of the cold spring. The curtain is silent, the moon is low, and the old feelings are only crimson words. After the dark night of Lotus Shadow, I lie down and listen to my neighbor's laughter.
17. The partridge had a dream in the morning and evening, and there was no acacia at the beginning. The meeting in the dream is always not clear, can not catch up to see the portrait more clear, and this kind of wet dream also often helpless will be startled by the cry of mountain birds. Spring is not green, the temples are first silk, and the world will not be sad for a long time. I do not know who, let me miss the twilight, the happy reunion night, this feeling, only you and I understand. Excerpts from the poems of Chen Jiru, a writer in the Ming Dynasty
Time: Ming Dynasty
Chen Jiru's works: You Ji in a Small Window
Brief introduction of Chen Jiru: Chen Jiru (1558 ~ 1639) was a writer and painter in the Ming Dynasty. The word secondary alcohol, number eyebrow male, elk male. Huating (now Songjiang, Shanghai) was born. Zhusheng, 29 years old, lived in seclusion in Xiaokunshan, and later lived in Dongsheshan and Dumen. He wrote, wrote poems, and was good at calligraphy. He was also able to draw things and was repeatedly requisitioned by imperial edicts. Good at ink plums, landscapes, and painting plums, the album pages are small, natural and casual, and the attitude is sparse. On painting advocates literati painting, holds the theory of southern and northern sects, attaches importance to the cultivation of painters, and agrees with the homology of painting and calligraphy. There are "Plum Blossom Book" and "Yunshan Volume" handed down from generation to generation. He is the author of "Ni Gu Lu", "Chen Mei Gong's Complete Works" and "Small Window".
excerpts from poems of Chen Jiru, a writer in Ming Dynasty
1. Leave seven points for being serious and three points for being demented to prevent death. -Chen Jiru's
2. Restrain your feelings with forbearance and your feelings with forgiveness. -Chen Jiru's "Small Window"
3. Love is the hardest for a long time, so many lovers will be widowed. Sex has its own nature, so willful people will never lose their sex. -Chen Jiru's "Small Window"
4. Before Xing Lai was drunk, the world was a pillow; On the rock, the ancient and modern are all ephemera. -Chen Jiru's
Notes on Small Windows
5. Original text: Silent and often lonely, the lonely land is not disturbed. Silent and often, the silent land is not disturbed; I am often silent, and my thoughts are not chi. In a state of silence, always stay awake, but give priority to not disturbing the silent state of mind. In the state of awakening, we should always keep silent, so that our minds will not run at full speed. -Chen Jiru's "Small Window"
6. Hide the cleverness in the clumsy, use the dark and bright, combine the clear with the turbid, and bend for the extension. -Chen Jiru's "Small Window"
7. Original text: I don't know if I don't know, and I don't know if I don't know. The Buddha is just a fairy and a saint. People don't know, I don't know; If you know, you won't. The Buddha is just a fairy who is good at doing things but holding emotions, and also a saint who is good at doing things but worrying. Although people are alert and discerning, they don't know how to get rid of all their troubles. They don't know that everything will be fine if they put it down. If they still have the idea of putting it down in their hearts, they have not completely put it down. -Chen Jiru's
8. Under the bamboo window, only cicadas sing and magpies make noise, so you can know that Kun is dry in the quiet. -Chen Jiru's "Small Window"
9. Make people have a reputation in front of them, if they don't make people ruin behind them; It makes people happy at first sight, but it doesn't make people bored for a long time. -Chen Jiru's "Small Window"
1, unprovoked s-curve, and eventually become a spring; Having a reputation is a butterfly in my dream. -Chen Jiru's "Small Window"
11. Sleeping on my pillow leads to my heart, but when I wake up, my heart will not return. -Chen Jiru's "Small Window"