Tan Sitong
Like Zeng’s poem (What grievance does Liu Huasu have?)
What grievance does Liu Huasu have? Pingmo meets Naerqi.
Until it turns into mud, it can only be gathered together, but now it can only be separated when it falls into water.
How can we endure this and live forever, and we can live without it?
I, the Buddha and the descendants of demons, suddenly gave up and robbed the monks.
Similar to Zeng’s poem (The flow of life and death is not worth it)
The flow of life and death is not worth it, and the world turns upside down suddenly.
I am happy that the heartlessness has become a liberation, and I am already confused by wanting to pursue the past.
The aconite in the tung flower courtyard is white, and the fragrant grass in Tingzhou is red with tears of wild geese.
The golden ring of another life passed by with a flick of the finger, and the sky became color and it was empty.
Similar to Zeng's poem (Living in a lotus flower, realizing the Four Zens)
Living in a lotus flower, realizing the Four Zens, an empty smile is Hengtian.
Only the red Dharma rain appears occasionally, but is blown down to the sky by the black wind.
The big problem is that the body has no phase, but the small words break the path and relieve the sorrow.
Over the years, chewing wax has become a taste, and I have entered the ten kinds of immortals in Shurangama.
Like Zeng’s poem (unprovoked events in the past life)
Unprovoked events in the past life come with a hazy eye of karma.
Which one of the skulls under the lamp has a sword? There is a dream of three locust trees in the corpse grave in front of you.
The golden fur spurts out blood and fights with the sky, and the cloud bamboos hear the song and mourn on the ground.
Xu Jiatuan repented deeply and wished that his body would turn into bones and his bones would turn into ashes.
Inscription on the broken Lei Qin inscription
Swinging a big ax with a loud sound that broke the sky,
Dry bones, broken bones, broken bones,
Long work It’s hard to meet good people.
I have suffered so much,
Weeping and wailing forever!
Tongguan
High clouds have always clustered in this city,
The autumn wind dispersed the sound of horse hooves.
The rivers and fields are still unruly.
The mountains enter Tongguan to resolve the injustice.
Wuchang Night Mooring
The autumn night is green, the rooster crows, the sky is rainy and frosty.
The Milky Way is white for thousands of miles, and the city is cool with drum horns.
The stirrup shows off the new ship, and the phosphorus crows on the old battlefield.
The green hills will never change, and personnel expenses will rise and fall.
I entered the capital in 1898 and made friends
My family and my country are both in trouble, but people and nature are in a state of brilliance.
I am alone with my heart, watching you for thousands of years.
There are only a few traces of dreams in the world, and thousands of lotuses are in the dust.
Later, I paid tribute to this mountain and river.
Evening view of Xiaoxiang
The sound of flute and the wind,
The Xiaoxiang water is green and the sky is clear.
Point people to the depths of the mountains,
My home is in the mist of orchids and bamboo rain.
What I am thinking about is separated by wild smoke.
The mood in the painting is the most tragic.
Hang Zhi on a small boat,
The cool moon fills the lake and the autumn dream comes true.
Inscription on the wall in prison (Looking at the door to stay and thinking about Zhang Jian)
Looking at the door to stay and thinking about Zhang Jian, he endured death for a moment and waited for Du Gen.
I am smiling towards the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact.