"Shi'er" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
When you die, you know that everything is in vain,
But the sadness is not the same as in all nine states.
Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day,
The family sacrifices did not forget to tell Nai Weng.
My motherland is wandering in my mind, my affection should laugh at me, my hair should be born early, my life is like a dream, and I can still see the moon in the river.
"Song of Dengyouzhou" by Chen Zi'ang of the Tang Dynasty
There are no ancients before, and no newcomers after.
Thinking of the beauty of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness.
Crying for Li Shangyin (Part 2)
Cui Jue
Important and talented, I have never opened my arms in my life.
Where are the birds and the fallen flowers? The bamboos are dead, the tung trees are withered, and the phoenixes are not coming.
A good horse has no owner, and the heart of an old friend is mourning.
Jiuquan Mo sighs, separated by three lights, and sends Wenxing into the night stage.
On November 4th, there was a heavy storm in Lu You
Lying stiffly in the isolated village, I did not feel sorry for myself,
I still thought of guarding Luntai for the country.
I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain,
The iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
Revealing one’s true feelings Lu You
Back then, I traveled thousands of miles to search for a feudal lord, and I used my horse to garrison Liangzhou. Where does the dream of Guanhe end? The old mink fur is dark in dust.
Hu is still alive, his temples are beginning to fall, and his tears are empty. Who would have expected that in this life, my heart is in Tianshan and my body is in Cangzhou.
Shu Ang
Year: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You Genre: Qilu
When I was young, I knew that things were difficult in the world, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain.
The building boat is crossing Guazhou in the snowy night, and the iron horse disperses in the strong autumn wind.
I walled the Great Wall and promised myself that it would be empty, but the faded hair on my temples was already stained in the mirror.
If you are a master, you can show your true name in the world. Who can be compared to others in a thousand years?
Lu You Shuangng
In his early years, he knew that things were difficult, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain.
The building boat is crossing Guazhou in the snowy night, and the iron horse disperses in the strong autumn wind.
I walled the Great Wall and promised myself that it would be empty, but the faded hair on my temples was already stained in the mirror.
If you are a master, you can show your true name in the world. Who can be compared to others in a thousand years?
I think Lu You's late works are better able to express his depression of unrealized aspirations and no way to serve the country. There are also works like this in Xin Qiji's poems.