Lime Song in Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian
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.
I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world.
(One Work: Thousands Hit the Deep Mountain/Thousands Hit the Deep Mountain)
(A work: don't care about being broken/not afraid of being broken/not afraid of being broken)
1, about poets
Yu Qian (1May 39813 ─1February 457 16), Han nationality. The word Tingyi, a native of Qiantang, Zhejiang, was a famous minister of the Ming Dynasty and a national hero. At the age of seven, a monk was surprised by his appearance and said, "This is the prime minister who will save the world in the future." In the 19th year of Yongle (142 1), he was a scholar in Yu Qian's examination.
In the early years of Xuande (1426), Yu Qian was appointed as the censor. Xuande was promoted to the right assistant minister of the Ministry of War in five years, and served as the governor of Shanxi and Henan, reorganizing armaments. Orthodox thirteen years (1448), served as the left assistant minister of the Ministry of War. In the autumn of the following year, the main force of the Ming-Jing army was defeated in the battle of the civil fort, Yingzong was captured, and the Mongolian Vara army captured the capital (now Beijing). At this juncture, Yu Qian opposed the move of the capital, advocated the war of resistance, was promoted to the post of Minister of War, led the army to defeat the Walla army, and won the battle of the capital. After the war, he initiated the regimental battalion system, strengthened border defense and appointed famous guards. He advocated promoting peace through war, repelled the attacks of the Walla army many times, and forced its leader to release Yingzong back to the DPRK. In the eighth year of Jingtai (1457), in the middle of the first month, Yingzong seized the door and regained the throne. On the 22nd, Yu Qian was framed and killed. Later, I got my revenge, gave them to a teacher and changed my loyalty to Su Su. Be disciplined.
2. appreciation?
This is a poem written by Yu Qian 16 years old. This poem with profound implications expresses his ambition by praising lime, and enthusiastically expresses the brave dedication and magnanimous and noble mind of young poets. The first two sentences of the poet Yu Qian's poem are about the exploitation and calcination of lime, and the last two sentences are about the integrity and ambition of lime. The little poet expresses his feelings by sending things, but every sentence is more than others. Taking the production process of lime as a clue, he profoundly revealed the lofty quality of lime step by step, and expressed his extraordinary ambition to be like lime, not afraid of hardships, not hesitate to sacrifice, and stick to innocence, determined to hone in hardships, stick to innocence, and prepare to contribute all his strength to society.
3. Other works of this poet
Guyi
My face is like a flower, and my life is like a leaf. Marrying a lover is far from harmful.
Don't keep an empty boudoir alone and burn incense to Yue Bai every night.
The moon will reunite for a short time, and life will last forever.
I would like to hold my body in the shadow of a toad and see my lover when he is awake.
Lotus picking song
Lotus picking at dawn, lotus picking at dusk, fresh lotus leaves.
It is not necessarily good to spend a good face, and leaves are like skirts.
Autumn wind blows blue waves, and green resentment and red sorrow will be helpless.
It is no good picking lotus flowers to show off their colors every year.
Although the lotus is good and heartless, the husband is often a guest.
Wan Li can't close the river, and the mandarin ducks fight in the pool.
Double to double to white.
Picking a lotus and then picking a lotus is still poor.
May the lotus be connected with the lotus leaf, regardless of life or death.
Lyrics of fallen flowers
Yesterday, the flowers were red, but today, the flowers are empty.
Flowers bloom and fall, not all because of the wind overnight.
Eat, drink and be merry in life, and it's poor to be old enough to see flowers.
Drink before selling hops in clothes, and sleep on the floor when you are drunk.
The wind blows the flowers and leaves the grass, and the rouge color is good.
Time is limited, butterflies are busy, and years are ruthless.
Seeing that spring is the sorrow of flowers, it's a pity that Zhu Yan has gone bald.
If you don't send flowers to fly to the river, the residual red will easily flow eastward from the water.
Title calligraphy and painting
Last night, the west wind rose in Jiangcun, and konoha rustled into the river.
Flowers bloom by the water, and makeup is in the painting.
A boat leaves waves, and perch wine tastes good.
When drunk, crazy songs scare the geese, and the flowers on both sides are gray.
Boudoir in autumn
The boudoir night is better than the year, and the knife is as cold as ice.
I can't sleep when sewing, and the pulley is around the golden well.
Xichun
I don't intend to stay in spring, I will return from teaching.
The flowers will be better next year, but they are always urging each other.
Dawn of spring
It's quiet and warm during the day, and the curtains hang thin.
Draw a picture of Shuang Yanzi and dare not fly beside others.
Climb stairs in spring
Wicker is like moss, and thousands of strands weave spring sorrow.
Block Dongfeng road, no chance to enter the painting building.
Light rain in late spring
Rain does not touch clothes, and the wind is dense.
It's so wet, the incense dust sticks to catkins, so don't send it home in spring.
Memories of West Lake in Summer
Ruyan Liu outside the Golden Gate was flooded, and the water at the head of Xizi Lake slapped the sky.
Jade wrist skirt sculls, Yuanyang flies close to the lotus picking boat.
Quasi-Wu Nong Qu (three songs)
Until now, I recalled Lang's memory, but I didn't expect a deep resentment.
Carving wood for a rooster can't be done. Yuan Lai has a careless mouth.
Yi Lang has a scrawny memory. He wishes Mandy wouldn't come every night.
At first glance, eating Rhizoma Coptidis is bitter, and pepper is numb, so it is difficult to speak.
There are farmers in the west, Langs in the east, and many shrines.
It is difficult to touch the floating wheat when grinding, and the thick paper window is airtight.