Huang Jingren is a descendant of Huang Tingjian, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. Huang Zu Dale is a school official in Gaochun. Father Huang Zhi? For the students in the county. Huang Jingren lost his father at the age of 4, his grandfather 12 and his only brother 16 died of illness. It was raised by his mother Tu Jiapei. At the age of eight, he was able to write prose. 16-year-old boys, ranking first among 3000 people. "Pan Junyi, the former magistrate of Changzhou Prefecture, and Wang Junzu, the magistrate of Wujin County, were all rewarded by Right Qi." 17 years, a disciple of Dr. Bu, in Yixing? When I was studying at school, I was very friendly with Wang Zhong, but since then, I have repeatedly failed in the list. In the thirty-first year of Qianlong, Hongtong Town met Jiangyin, each of which was a poem. People comment on Huang's poems like Li Bai, and Hong's poems like Du Fu, so it is called "Hong Huang". The next year, I married Mrs. Zhao.
In the thirty-third year of Qianlong (1768), 20-year-old Huang Jingren began to roam in Zhejiang, Anhui, Jiangxi and Hunan. He was a guest under the curtain of Hunan provincial judges, Taiping magistrate Shen and Anhui scholars. Under the curtain of Zhu Yun, the poem "Mr. Qihe sang in the drunken banquet of Taibailou in Quarrying" was circulated for a while. On his 24th birthday, he wrote the poem Qinyuanchun, which was very sad:
God, why did you give birth to me? It's generous. Sigh that the year is hard to reach, and times have changed; It tastes spicy and pungent when it is cold. Like water and smoke, it is a good dream, breaking the bitter bamboo shoots of the yellow horseshoe crab. Sighing in the breeze, only 60-year-old mother, hard work. When a man fell to the ground, he was injured. It is strange that there is no frost in the mirror. KuangXiao speechless, Deng Zeng worship it; The place where he lives is splendid, and Zhou has always been called Lang. Longevity is not a blessing, and providence forbids alcohol. When I think of this, I think of five lakes and three acres. This is my luggage.
After 40 years of Qianlong (1775), he entered Beijing at the age of 27. The following year, Emperor Qianlong should make an east tour, get second-class merit, and be awarded the bookmark officer of Wuying Hall. Forty-three years old (1778), studying under Miss Wang Changmen of Quik Temple. Being poor at home, he begged food from an actor in Beijing. Hei Pinke debuted and entered the Bi Yuan shogunate, the governor of Shaanxi Province. Bi Yuan donated Xiancheng to him. Forty-eight years after Qianlong (1783), Huang Jingren was thirty-five. Forced by the debtor, he went to Taihang Mountain in the north, to Xi 'an, where he was sick, and to Yuncheng, Xiezhou, Shanxi. He died in the official residence of transporting salt to Shenyang in Hedong. A friend of Hong's lost his life.
random thought
The immortal Buddha didn't make it, only knowing that the night was uneven.
The wind shed is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with poverty and happiness.
Nine out of ten people are contemptible, and none is a scholar.
Don't worry about poetry. Spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices.
Strange feelings (the first choice of sixteen)
The star room is quietly exposed, and the rivers and lakes are pillow fairies in autumn;
All sentient beings have a bright moon and a lonely shadow, and the prodigal son sleeps alone when he is idle.
Put an end to lead flowers and return to less work, and eliminate the middle age of silk and bamboo people.
The vast future is like an ocean of sadness, and the news is that xi is whipping.
Quanhuhang
At the beginning of Doumen, Chen Baiji, ichthyosaurs and monsters are rare;
What's the hand of the upstream? It's a joke to serve the mountain king.
When the tiger pounce circle came to the square, the whole city was crowded with people;
Draw a tiger around the fence, and the hair will not be angry.
First, the tiger must be a tiger, so? Li;
People roar like thunder and pounce on their claws.
The tiger's mouth is as big as an ox, and people turn to calmly explore their hands;
I even took my head off and put it in the tiger's mouth and fed it to the tiger.
A tiger's tongue licks people like a hub. Suddenly press the tiger's spine to give an order,
Tigers prowled around the fence.
Turn over and squat on the ground to freeze the dust and wave the flowers;
Back to dancing to learn from Hu Xuan, I like the true charm of Zhang Huwei;
If you lie on your back and play dead, throw it with meat;
The viewer laughs and fights for money, while the man wags his tail with Qian Hu.
Or drive into the circle, and forget the joy here.
According to the people, tigers are at the mercy of others, and everyone who accompanies them is spurned.
I think this anger has disappeared: why be a slave!
Never be unwise, never break the threshold, and never try to be brave.
This Cao has eaten and worn you all his life,
Is he as strong as yellow and as strong as Yang Liang?
Do we have to study leftovers? Ghosts are also more ashamed;
If Laoshan's companions meet, it is better to laugh than to hide.
Juvenile hanging
Men are eager to go to the battlefield. They love the stage and don't look forward to their hometown.
Taibai is five feet high, and the bright moon is in the sky.
Anqing Hotel
The moon on the east wall is empty, and the dream of autumn is in full swing.
Just like waking up and listening to latitude, tonight Jiangbei yesterday Jiangnan.
New Year's Eve is one of them occasionally.
Time passed slowly, and there were faint bursts of laughter from all directions.
People standing high on the stone bridge seem to be on earth, staring at the sky, but seeing a star like a moon.
Secondly,
Every night, I groan, and my children snicker frequently in front of the lamp.
How can your generation know that I regret myself and wasted my efforts as a poet?
Distinguish between the capital and the capital (six first choices)
Parallel and GuiHong * * * expedition to the north, get the moon first, and their lives are worrying.
The grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River and the warbler flies, and the wanderer leaves the country to love.
Five nights of fear, a hundred years of left-handed practice.
Self-loathing poetry is not so romantic, pretending to jump on the ice.
Dumen Qiusi (four first choices) I.
In the five plays, the sound of cars is like thunder, but there are thousands of graves in Beimang.
The sunset advised guests to go upstairs, and the mountains were surrounded by Qiu Lai and Guo.
It's cold and there is no bamboo pruning, so I'm worried about buying poplars.
Family style, September clothes are not cut.
Secondly,
The sea of people sighing sideways came late, and the waves said that the article was so dyed.
Tired customers buy fu, and students are full of poetry.
A comb of frost and kindness, a half-baked dust coagulation sick woman cooking.
Send a message around the branches: it's cold to rest next to the tallest branches.
Chunxing
It's hard to make a dream come true when it rains at night, so this is a place to listen to music and sell drinks at the head of the stream.
Peach blossoms at the bottom of the demon are half scattered, and Jiangcun will be bright tomorrow.
Beginning of spring, the flower seller.
Drinking spicy dishes alone will make you frown. The window will be closed tonight. The previous red flower flowed to the sea and the swallow returned it.
Book stickers are more enjoyable, and old examples have been deleted. It will snow heavily in Qian Shan. Last year, I was not old, and spring was more stubborn than people.
Ugly Nur Man Chun.
Climbing stairs every day, changing spring scenery every day, people seem to be rolling in spring, who is slow?
A gust of wind blows the grass and white smoke flies behind it. On the left side of the rotten wall, Momo released it, but no one knew.
Wandering under the flowers, remember clearly, three or five years. who is it? Take off the bamboo tears and stick them on the branches.
Please try to bow your head, your shadow is haggard, and soak in the spring pool. Deep here, it's easy to go home, don't provoke lovesickness.
He Xinlang's Taibai Tomb has a harmonious childlike rhyme.
What makes people old? Just a few places, the remnants of mountains and water, hanging around. This is the graveyard of violet, and the house is near Xie Jiazhi? .
Always like this. What good can it be to ask for the name of my husband? Make a picture, the four kings draft.
In my dream, I came to see you yesterday and smiled. Make the Millennium and Penglai shallow, and tell each other about the old tour. I even asked who was like me later, and I said, I am as talented as a gentleman.
There is also an island in the cold suburbs. After saying this, I watched your longbow go away, and I was as light as a bird. Wake up from a broken dream and the rooster crows.