Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan
Liu Yin is straight and smoky. On the Sui Dyke, I have seen it several times, and the water fluttered to bid farewell. Who knows how tired Beijing guests are when they visit their old country? Changting Road, which came last year, should be flexible across thousands of feet.
Looking for old traces, drinking and mourning strings, leaving a watch and light. Pear blossom and elm fire urge cold food. Worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. I can count posts as soon as I turn around, hoping that people are at the ends of the earth.
Mourning, hate accumulation! Farewell to Pu is lingering, Tianjin is silent, and the sunset in Ran Ran is endless in spring. Read the moon and join hands, and smell the flute on the bridge. Meditation on the past is like a dream with dark tears.
Translation:
At noon, Liu Yin fell straight, and in the fog, willow branches swayed with the wind. On the ancient Sui Dyke, how many times have I seen catkins flying and rushing away? Every time I climb the high platform and look at my hometown, Hangzhou is far away from mountains and rivers. Living in Beijing makes me very tired, but who knows the hidden pain in my heart? On the road of this Shili Pavilion, there are thousands of pieces broken by "I" in Qian Qian, but I always send others away year after year.
I used my leisure time to go to the suburbs. Originally, I came to find Lao whereabouts, just to send a farewell party to my friends. Bright lights, "I" raised my glass, and sad music danced in the air. Pear blossoms beside the post station remind me that the Cold Food Festival is coming, and people should use elm willow as firewood. "I" sadly watched the boat leave like an arrow, and the bamboo pole at the tip of the boat was inserted into the warm water waves and moved forward frequently. When the guests on board looked back, the post station had fallen far behind and left the worrying capital. He wanted to take another look at the "I" in the north that day, but found that it was already a blur.
"I" a person is very miserable, with Qian Qian's endless grievances. Farewell to the riverbank twists and turns, and the ferry bunker is silent. Spring is getting stronger every day, and the sunset is hanging in the air. I can't help but think of that time, holding hands and playing in the waterside pavilion, and the moonlight dissolved. We were at the Dew Bridge together, listening to people playing flutes until the end of the song ... Alas, recalling the past is like a big dream. I have been crying secretly.
He Xinlang nine days
Song Dynasty: Liu Kezhuang
It's dark, with oblique wind and rain inclusions. Unbearable, my heart is full of chaos, like a thousand strands of melancholy, like weaving. I like to climb high and look around the world in my life, thanks to the high-rise buildings now. Looking around, thousands of valleys are full of autumn, and my heart is full of affection. Although he is just an ordinary white-haired scholar, he shed tears, but he will always cry for the land of China, unlike those who once boarded the ancients in ancient times, because his life is short and sad. Memories of the past, the rise and fall of honor, everything disappeared. ?
I was in my prime when I was young. I thought there was a pen on it. Nowadays, talents wither like flowers in spring, leaving only a depressed and lonely heart. I often resent that people's new ideas are too few, and only like to talk about the sparse distribution of scholars in the Southern Dynasties. Whenever poetry is sung on the Double Ninth Festival, it is a bit boring to mention the fun of the hat. If you don't give chrysanthemum a drink, I'm afraid chrysanthemum will laugh at people too lonely. I only saw Hongyan flying north, and a yellow sunset gradually sank.
Translation:
The dark sky is dark, mixed with oblique wind and drizzle. Really unbearable, utterly confused, countless worries intertwined. I have always liked to climb high and look far, but fortunately there are hundreds of feet of tall buildings now. Looking around, all the valleys in Qian Shan are dotted with autumn colors. I am broad-minded and affectionate. Although he is just an ordinary white-haired scholar, his tears will always be for the sake of China, and he will never cry for his short life like the ancients who visited Niu Shan. Recalling the ups and downs of the past, everything vanished.
When I was a teenager, I was in my prime and was very angry with bullfighting. I thought I had a lingyun pen on me. Today, talents wither like spring flowers, leaving only a depressed and lonely mood. I often resent the lack of new ideas in the world, and only like to talk about the past of the literati in the Southern Dynasties. Whenever Chongyang recites poetry, he always brings up an interesting story about Meng Jia's hat falling off. If you don't drink in front of chrysanthemum, I'm afraid chrysanthemum will laugh at people too lonely. I saw Hongyan flying north, and a yellow sunset gradually sank.
Cherish the red dress, Wu Xinglian.
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
The pillow was cold, and the piano and book were changed the next day. After a sleep, I felt weak. Sprinkle an ice spring and break gambier with a knife. The wall calls for wine, who asks, a poet in the south of the city. Cenji, Gao Liu late cicada, said the news of the west wind.
The rainbow beams and waters are strange, the fish waves are fragrant, and the red skirt is half messy. Try to look at the boat, so the country will be far away. Unfortunately, there are no * * * beauties traveling outside Liu Bian. When is the same blessing, thirty-six vicious autumn colors?
Translation:
Every day, I enjoy the cool on the bamboo pillow, fiddle with it and read books to kill time. Even when I wake up, I feel tired and weak. Wash it carefully with spring water and chop the fresh and sweet fruit with a sharp knife. I carefully arrange my life every day, but I am lonelier than Du Fu, and there is no room for wine through the wall. Who will meet me? I am not a poet in the south of the city. Lonely and cold at home, the west wind is slightly cold, deciduous willows and mourning old cicadas are all telling me that autumn has arrived.
The arch bridge is like the moon, the lake embankment is long, the fish swim with the waves, the lake is fragrant, but the lotus is half yellow. Tie the boat to the shore and see my hometown, in the north of the vast sky. It's a pity that you can't visit with the old beauty on this beach. I would like to ask when I can enjoy the autumn scenery in this water town and lake.
Dong bid farewell to Jizhou section Langzhong.
Tang dynasty: Fang gan
The front hill contains far green and is listed in the window. Every day, no one will come and no one will be the same. ?
Cool with the rain of lotus leaves and avoid the wicker wind in summer. Have you been silent for too long, and tomorrow there will be the Supreme Duke.
Dong bid farewell to Jizhou section Langzhong.
Tang dynasty: Fang gan
The front hill contains far green and is listed in the window. Every day, no one will come and no one will be the same. ?
Cool with the rain of lotus leaves and avoid the wicker wind in summer. Have you been silent for too long, and tomorrow there will be the Supreme Duke.
About the author: Fang Gan
Fang Gan (809-888) was born in Qingxi (now Chun 'an), Zhou Mu. Good at prosodic poetry, clean and compact, with many epigrams. Some of his poems reflect social unrest and sympathize with people's sufferings; Some express their feelings of failing to satisfy their talents and pursue fame. In the first year of Wende (888), Fang Gan died and was buried in Tongjiang. His master praised "Mr. Xuan Ying" and collected more than 370 poems, which were compiled into "Poems of Fang Gan" and handed down from generation to generation. The Complete Tang Poetry consists of 6 volumes and 348 square dry poems. During the Song Dynasty, Fan Zhongyan drew a portrait of Fang Gan as a defense and shared it with others in Yanling Temple.
Tizaowei Zen Master College
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Hu
When Ye Xiang heard this, he closed his double doors. According to the bamboo lamp and snow, wearing clouds and moon clothes. ?
The thatched cottage is sparse and broken, and the old friends of Jiangsi are rare. I only remember the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the spring breeze came back alone.
About the author: Zhang Hu
Zhang Hu, a native of Qinghe, Xingtai, was a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. Zhang was born in Qinghe, with a prominent family background. He is called Zhang Gongzi and has the reputation of "a celebrity in the sea". Throughout Zhang Hu's life, he has made remarkable achievements in poetry creation. "Thousands of miles away, a maid-in-waiting lived here for twenty years" was named after Zhang Hu, and 349 of his poems were included in The Whole Tang Poetry.
Xixi
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
It's good to be near Guo Xixi, but no one can match the hip flask. I am more afraid of Yang Zhu than I am of songs. ?
The wild crane follows the gentleman, and the cold pine respects the doctor. The end of the world is often sick, and silence is better than pleasure.
About the author: Li Shangyin
Li Shangyin, a native of Yuxi, xi, was a famous poet Fan Nansheng in the Tang Dynasty. His ancestral home is Qinyang, Hanoi (now Jiaozuo, Henan) and Xingyang, Zhengzhou. He is good at poetry writing, and his parallel prose also has high literary value. He is one of the most outstanding poets in the late Tang Dynasty. Together with Du Mu, it is called "Xiao", and together with Wen, it is called "Wen Li". Because his poems and essays are similar to the paragraphs and essays of the same period, all three of them rank sixteenth in the family, so they are also called "Thirty-six Style". His poems are novel in conception and beautiful in style, especially some love poems and untitled poems are touching, beautiful and moving, and are widely read. However, some poems are too obscure to be solved, and there is even a saying that "poets always love Quincy and hate that no one writes about Jian Zheng". Caught in the struggle between Niu and Li, I was frustrated all my life. After his death, he was buried in his hometown of Qinyang (now the junction of Qinyang and Aibo County in Jiaozuo City, Henan Province). His works are included in Li Yishan's poems.