Nalan Xingde, a poet in the early Qing Dynasty, read a lot of poetry books since childhood and studied both civil and military. He/Kloc-entered imperial academy at the age of 0/7 and was appreciated by Xu, so he was invited to drink. Nalan Xingde died on May 30th, 24th year of Kangxi (June 65438+ July 1, 65438), at the age of thirty (a nominal age). Nalanxingde's ci wins with "truth", and the scenery is vivid and vivid. The style of his ci is "beautiful and graceful, sad and stubborn, elegant and far-reaching, unique" He is the author of Tong Tang Zhi Ji, Fang Mao Ji and Shui Shui Ci.
Mulan ciqing Nalan Xingde
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
The young mermaid Qing Na Lan Xing De
Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces.
What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other.
Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.
Sauvignon Blanc's Qing Nalan Xingde
Ride on the mountain, ride on the water, and have a thousand lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
The young mermaid Qing Na Lan Xing De
The silver bed is green and old, and the autumn color sweeps the powder.
There is a lot of money in the incense shop. Why can't you hate it when you pick it up?
The cloister is full of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely.
Ten years' journey and ten years' heart.
Huatang Chun Qing Nalan Xingde
Two people from one generation have been fighting for the disappearance of two places all their lives.
Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?
Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck.
If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.
Man Qing Nalanxingde Bodhisattva
The north wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon. Don't wake up when you have a good dream, so that he can benefit.
Listen to the corners for no reason, and the red ice on the pillow is thin. Marseille hissed and the remnant stars waved the flag.
Yu Qian was born in Qiantang County of Hangzhou (now Shangcheng District of Zhejiang Province). He and Yue Fei are also known as "the Three Masters of the West Lake". The expression of seclusion and generous and sad style in Yu Qian's poems indicate the turn of poetic atmosphere. At the peak of Taige style's popularity, literati taboo to express intense feelings and sad emotions, thus maintaining the elegance of their creative style and playing their famous political role.
Yuqian lime printing
It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing.
Not afraid of broken bones, leaving innocence in the world.
Yu Qian's north wind blows
The north wind is blowing, blowing the cypress branches in front of my yard.
The tree is strong and not afraid of the wind, but its integrity is self-sustaining.
First frost has been all over my heart, and things are getting better and better.
Idle flowers and weeds are still flourishing. What will the wind do to the branches of cypress trees?
How long can the north wind blow?
Yang Shen, a famous writer in the Ming Dynasty, was the first of the three gifted scholars in the Ming Dynasty, and the son of Yang Tinghe, a university student in Dongge. His poems flourished in the Six Dynasties, adopted in the late Tang Dynasty, and became profound and successful, independent of the prevailing atmosphere at that time.
Linjiang County, Yang Shen
The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes.
Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time.
Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.
The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.
I met an old friend and had a drink.
How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.
Tang Yin, the word Bohu, was born in Wuxian County, Suzhou Prefecture, South Zhili, such as a layman, owner of the Peach Blossom Temple, a Tang native of Lu State, and a Buddhist monk. Famous painter, calligrapher and poet in Ming Dynasty.
Song of Taohua Temple in Yin Mingtang
Taohuawu Taohua Temple, Taohuaguan Taohuaxian;
Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees and picks them to sell wine.
When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flower and get drunk. You have to sleep in the flower.
Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.
I would rather die of old age than bow before horses and chariots;
Cars and horses are rich and interesting, and hops are poor.
If wealth is better than poverty, one is in the ground and the other is in the sky;
If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.
Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through;
There is no tomb of Wuling heroes, no flowers, no wine, no hoes and no fields.
Chen Weisong (1625— 1682) was born in Yixing. The first poet in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, the leader of Yangxian Ci School. Son of Chen Zhenhui, one of the four sons in the late Ming Dynasty.
Drunk, get down, Winghawk.
The mountains are as low as the city walls, and the eagles are on the vast plains, sweeping across the earth in the autumn wind. There is no such thing as blue sky in autumn.
Drunk streaking, write down the paging station. Who is this man betting on to win?
Who can an empty man compete with when he has martial arts skills? I am still angry in my later years, because there are still many foxes and rabbits! When the dark day of the month comes, it is the time for eagles to hunt. At such a moment, I miss you very much!
He Xinlang vs Su Kunsheng
Wu is embroidered. Laughing at wild old men, spending money and getting angry with wine, everything.
I've been reduced to half my life, and I don't have many intimate friends except blowing my dick and killing dogs.
Besides, who is my friend? Suddenly I heard that the river was full of children, and it wasn't wet blue shirts.
It's cuckoo blood.
Wuchang Wandiege boat roared. Remember the sun, sign the sail, and cover the mouth of the fan.
The faint song of the tower sounded, and the Sixth Army scratched its head under the moon.
When birds fly south. Nowadays, the scenery of Huaqing has changed, leaving a bleak and prosperous new century.
Me, too. People are past middle age.