A brief introduction to Qing Dynasty calligrapher, painter and poet Sun Yuanxiang, author of "Pastoral", "Xiling Gorge" and other works

Character introduction

Sun Yuanxiang was born in the 25th year of Qianlong reign of Emperor Gaozong of Qing Dynasty and died in the ninth year of Daoguang reign of Emperor Xuanzong of Qing Dynasty at the age of seventy. He was known as a child prodigy when he was young. At the age of 4, he could recite the poems of Han, Wei, Jin and Tang Li and Du. At the age of 8, he studied "Mencius", "The Analects of Confucius", the Four Classics and the Three Rites. Later, he lived with his father Sun Hao in Fengtian (today's Liaoning) and Shanxi. The song was sung by all the famous mountains and rivers he visited. He was already famous in Kyoto in his youth, but he failed to succeed after repeated attempts.

In the 41st year of Qianlong's reign (1776), 17-year-old Sun Yuanxiang married Xi Peilan from the same city. After the marriage, he also wrote poetry under the influence of his wife. Sun Yuanxiang said in "The Collection of Tianzhen Pavilion: Preface": "Yuan Xiang didn't know what poetry was when he was twelve or thirteen years old. He began to learn poetry after Peilan returned to him in the winter of Bingshen." The couple had the same interests and the same affection, and they often lit the lamp in front of the window. Next, we recited poems and wrote poems together, discussed with each other, and left many good stories. Yu Biyun said in "The Poems of the Ladies of the Qing Dynasty": "Xi Daohua from Yushan returned to his grandson Xiao Taishi. He recited the imperial examinations, mentored and mentored each other, and composed many harmonious works." Zixiao's "Poetry to Nei" says: "Lai There is a boudoir like a school building, with two people looking at each other. "In the fifty-third year of Qianlong's reign (1788), Yuan Mei came to Changshu. After Wu Weuguang's introduction, both husband and wife joined Yuan Mei as a disciple. His wife Xi Peilan later became known as "Yuan Mei's first female disciple".

In the 10th year of Jiaqing ( 1805) When Sun Yuanxiang was forty-six years old, he won the second place in the imperial examination and became a scholar of the Hanlin Academy and a co-educator of the Wuying Hall. Soon after he returned from leave, he became ill and could not leave the Yufeng Academy in Kunshan. Literature Academy, Zilang Academy in Tongzhou, and Youwen Academy in Benyi. Literary achievements

Sun Yuanxiang's poems were deeply influenced by Yuan Mei. They focused on temperament and believed that temperament is the "master" and rhythm is the "skin". His works by Li Bai and Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty are fresh and beautiful, and they are as famous as Shu Wei and Wang Tan. In the Qing Dynasty, Fa Shishan once wrote "Ode to the Three Kings" for them. , Tan Kuang, but Yuan Xiang writes about the soul with talent and can win with rhyme."

The contents of Sun Yuanxiang's poems are mostly about travel, chanting ancient times, expressing feelings, and giving gifts. There are also some that reflect the sufferings of Lu Yan and satirize current affairs. Poems such as "The Poor Girl", "The Flood in Xiong County Turned the Flat Fields into Giant Floods, and I Feel So Damaged", "The Tiger Walks", "The Words of a Bird", "The Prefect Comes", "The Ballad of Kaicang", etc. from the Qing Dynasty. Zhang Weiping believes that Sun Yuanxiang's poems are "not as gloomy as Chuanshan (Zhang Wentao), but there is no clamor for Chuanshan's concentration; the talent and support are not as good as Suiyuan's (Yuan Mei), but there is no concentration of Suiyuan" ("Listening to Songlu Poetry"). The poems are full of caution and can be compared with the masterpieces of the predecessors, such as "The Tomb of Yue Zhongwu"; the poems are touching and unique, such as "Entering the Capital and Staying Farewell"

He is the author of "Zhenzhen Pavilion". "Collection" 54 volumes, "Outer Collection" 6 volumes Selected poems

Song Fengtai

Han Peng killed all the rebels in Huainan, and he cried out the generous song of "Long Yan". , There are not many warriors in the world.

The hero is still tired of love, and there is no way to return to his hometown with wealth. Don't look back when you go to Guanzhong, you should only love the mountains and rivers.

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The sound of the waves is heard, and the boat travels hundreds of times a day. The weather is windy and foggy, and it is a dangerous place. A great trip should not make the guests feel sad.

Zhang Chuanshan Taishi asked Tao Gouluo Mountain House

On the Emei moon, I come to sleep in the jade office. I wander through the world of poetry and play with the gods of wine.

The blue eyes are empty and the sea is full of people. The sun is smiling on the mirror, and the steps are colorful.

Climbing to the top of Baiyunqiu

A peak penetrates the clouds, and the left shoulder of the mountain suddenly leaks out of the clouds. The clouds are making mischief, and the clouds are moving away from each other to change the shape of the mountain. The mountains are suddenly pushed out of the clouds.

The mountains are not green when you look at them, but the clouds are invisible when you enter the mountains. The sky is sparse and the sky is dark.

I don’t know that outside the deep forest, I can walk freely in the sky. Thousands of flowers are flying, and the shadow of Qingxiao is seen below.

Inscribed on the Jiangbai Stone Statue

Seven hundred years of events are like autumn smoke, and there are immortals among the ashes of calamity. After six attempts, he finally got it all, how could Cao Yi and Wu Dai be there?

At that time, the Poyang hero was a young man, fighting against the awning boat on a snowy night. Wandering around Nanyue, unable to spin, I pulled out the dragon's horn and played the Xiang string.

Fortunately, I met Xiao Dongfu in Yiling and went east to visit Fanshi Lake. Once his reputation spreads all over the world, who can recommend Sima?

It is too often and elegant to write and write, but Huang Zhong is not as good as Wa. Occasionally, Wuxing has wonderful mountains and rivers, white stone caves and sky fences.

The piles of white stones do not cure hunger, but only the poems of swallows and pans are in my belly. I carry my jade flute with me in high spirits, and the gulls lead me across the Songling Bridge.

The eagle's seal is worn on the waist in the air, and the water shines white, and the wind rustles. The flowers of Macheng are blooming and the fragrance is clearing the soil, and the little red secretly sprinkles the rain of Yanzhi.

N|The silent words of stone people are gone forever. The carved box of Shen Tan is decorated with Wu silk, and the pearl is hidden deep in the fire.

The wind blows the cranes and turtles like smoke, and the ancient fragrance on the paper smells like Southern Song Dynasty.

He presented the Ming Sutra to Zhu Qiuping and inscribed his picture of washing inkstones

There were no ancient Liu people in the south and north of Liang Dynasty, and later Cai and Chen were promoted. Since Zhong Xi's old virtue was clear of his illness, many offices and pavilions recommended Qilin.

Zhu Jun rarely has a habit of visiting the pond, and he closes Xiaozhai to visit the ancient ruins every day. Kill all the purple rabbit hairs in the mountains and scatter the remaining gold pecks in the entire area.

The fifty-year-old man has dandruff on his temples and his wrists are about to break. A piece of paper appears in the west of Camel Bridge, and the wind and spirit of humanity are like pines and snow.

The calligraphy of my hometown traces back to Er Feng, who is male and female, Weng, Zhang and Wang Shao? Although there is no trace of Xi's contribution to Juelun, the ancient method has not lost its favor with Hu Feng.

Since the popular books show off their beauty, every family has studied the Yao sect. The fragrant petals know Fenghua Pavilion, but who knows about the pen array and the Jin Dynasty.

You now live in Linshui Village in a remote place, listing gold and stones to entertain you in the morning and evening. There are white-boarded houses surrounding the tomatoes, and the green sky wraps the iron-leaf doors.

The ancient fragrant ginger inkstone floats on the cold green, and when immersed in the bright ripples, it rises to the color of the clouds. I want to know the usefulness of your book, but I can only see the dark water in a pool of autumn water.