Jiang Yan's works,

Jiang Yan, hate fu, try to see the plain, creeping weeds haunt the bones, arch trees gather souls. Life is here, what is better than heaven? So the servant was afraid. People who think about the past will die of hatred. It seems that the emperor of Qin pressed the sword and the princes marched west. Even in the world, it's the same rule, Huashan is the city and Zi Yuan is the pool. Be full of ambition, but not enough. The box is like a beam, and the right patrol the sea to send the sun. Once the soul is broken, the palace car will leave late. If the prince of Zhao was captured, he moved to Fangling. At dusk, I am moved and excited. Don't be gorgeous and beautiful, lose today and Yucheng. If you want to drink, you will be full of sadness. Long live the Millennium, because it is difficult to win. If Li Jun goes to the north, he will feel humiliated and wronged. Draw your sword and hit the column, hanging shadows and shaming your soul. Love goes to the county, but heart stays at the wild goose gate. Rip is a book, and I swear to give it back to Hann. What's the point of shaking hands when the morning dew appears? If the husband goes to Fermin, he will face the sky and breathe too much. The purple platform is a little far away and the mountains are infinite. The wind blows suddenly and hides in the west during the day. Longyan geese fly less and the clouds are less colorful. When do you expect the king? Finally, it is strange. The most respectful thing is to see the arrival and then return to the field. Shut the door and sweep it. Blocking the door is not an official. Leave it to Confucianism and care about children. Off the official, literature and history ups and downs. Without land, there is no self. I went to prison among my husbands, and I was very excited. Turbid mash leads late, and the piano opens in the morning. In autumn, there is no light in the clouds Yu Qiyi, not at night. Or there is an orphan crying, and the evil son falls into the heart. It was cloudy when he moved to the seaside, but when he heard Hengtai bubbling, his blood was on sale. Also after acid Confucian sigh, pin Shen Yan. If you ride an overlapping track, the car is on the track, yellow dust is everywhere, and songs are everywhere. The fireworks are extinguished, and the bones are closed. It's over! Spring grass withers, autumn wind surges, autumn wind stops, and spring grass grows. Continue the billiard hall at the front edge, the piano sounds and the hills are flat. Since ancient times, people have died, so we have to submit to humiliation. [Brief Note and Introduction] yíng: Winding. Yuán: Tortoise. Tuó: A crocodile. Hey (kè): Suddenly. Dàng: indulgence. (jρ): hug, belt. Lao (láo): wine. (Yang): Bright. Jρn: skirt. This is a famous lyric parallel prose in the Six Dynasties. The whole fu is full of chapters and sentences, full of sorrow, depicting many sorrows and resentments from the successful emperor to the frustrated literati, and summarizing all kinds of bitterness and resentment in the world life. It is worthy of being the first "hate tax" in the world. Quanfu has fresh language, exquisite writing and high artistic value.