Li Jianxun
Li Jianxun
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Li Jianxun was born in Guangling. All Tang poems are written by Longxi people. He was born in 872, the 13th year of Xiantong, Yizong of Tang Dynasty, and died in 952, Guangshun, Taizu of Zhou Dynasty.
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Less eager to learn, can belong to the text, work poetry. Li Min, the leader of the Southern Tang Dynasty, was an assistant envoy in Jinling. He predicted the strategy of Chan Dynasty and paid homage to the Minister of Zhongshu and Tongping Zhangshi. In the fifth year of Min yuan (941 AD), it was released and returned to private land. Li Jing, the heir, called to worship Sikong. He became an official with situ, and was named Zhong Shan Gong. He was 80 years old. In the Song Dynasty, Qiqiu lived in seclusion in the west mountain of Hongzhou, and Jianxun often paid homage to Zaoye. After returning to Gao'an villa, one night, no disease. Jianxun wrote twenty volumes of Zhong Shan's collection, and the biography of Tang Caizi was handed down to the world.
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Volume 739_ Li Jianxun
What's more, if you get drunk frequently, your mind will faint and your body will be empty. Lung injury asked medicine, hair does not profit comb.
Love bed, suspicion of the Ming room, Xiusheng shame road book. Xifeng old monk's words, how can we persuade each other.
Volume 739_ 2 "white goose" Li Jianxun
Dongxi a white goose, hairy he Jiaojie. Dusk bath clear wave, the setting sun is out.
It's a long time to be out of the group, but it's a long time to be alone. Travel food Lai zizanpu, single habitat fear frost and snow.
The edge wind came up last night, and Gu Ying was empty and mournful. Not as black as the wall, Xiang will be around the double que.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun
It's spring again. The old man feels that time is fast, and there are many roads in the world.
The wind and the willows, the snow to see Tingsha. If you want to get drunk in Dongxi, you can have a crazy sleep and sing.
Volume 739_ 4 "Dongshan main hall in spring" by Li Jianxun
When leisure comes, the weather becomes more and more peaceful. There are many ancient temples in the Southern Dynasty.
The early flowers are slightly colored, and the new wine is ready to produce waves. From then on, I'll have nothing to worry about.
Volume 739_ 5. Li Jianxun
Most apricot flowers, branches if hand knead. You should not be tired of looking back.
The birds are singing, the wind is blowing, and the bees are late. If you can drink or not, you can also give a crown.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun
A branch opens at the beginning of the morning, and a branch falls at the end of the evening. I'm afraid the rain is dripping and the spring is bleak.
In the morning of the invasion, Jiesi took the drunkard to find Fang and set foot on Chang'an Road. Consider that young people are not happy,
In the future, the white head sighs.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun in spring sickness
Only then can we go back to leisure and teach the sick to lie frequently. There is no way to win, but to lose youth.
The green willows are gradually brushing the ground, and the yellow warbler is like calling people. Fang was advised by the doctor to stop drinking for ten days.
Volume 739_ 8. Li Jianxun
I'm a professional, but I'm in a hurry. At that time, my heart had already regretted, and my hands were still fragrant all night.
Hate pillow piled cloud bun, cry placket on yellow. When I get up, I still bear to cut the embroidered mandarin duck.
Volume 739_ 9 "in front of the bottle" Li Jianxun
I hope you can enjoy yourself quickly, not return home. Although there is no rain, the east wind will drop flowers.
The poem is slightly sticky and the wine is light, and the sleeve of the song is inclined to people. At dusk, I forget my way home.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun
Don't be tired of looking for spring. It's more like the first month. It's a day off.
Spring warm sound just came out, cloud cold potential did not close. Late to make snow again, turned into apricot sorrow.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun
White hair today, red Fang Mo more urge. Thank you for your worry. I'm afraid I'll leave you.
Every drop of rain, desolate moss. A cup of wine at leisure, only waiting for old friends to come.
Volume 739_ 12. Li Jianxun
After the Qingming Festival, they were all red. Cherish the sad day, not because of the wind.
Butterflies scatter fragrance, and warblers sing in the air. It's sad to have a wine, and it's like the West and the East.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun, 13 "Liu Hua sent to song and Ming Fu"
Every love river city, youth to the end. Once the new rain stops, it's a good place for the wind to blow.
Breaking the net of slime insects and flying wine flags in high buildings. Tao Ling house is known from afar, and five trees are leaving.
Volume 739_ 14. Li Jianxun
Meet not more than a month, sad far away. If you don't care for me, you'll be in the south.
The rain is forcing the clear tomorrow, and the flower is overcast in Du Yu's time. When you look at the sail, the gulls are slow.
Volume 739_ 15 "leisure" Li Jianxun
Carrying wine and wine cups is as busy as morning. The horse knows the road frequently, the monk borrows the old bed.
Dao Sheng is a man of few plans, and his body is idle and his days are long. The boat moves to think back, the high place sees the waves.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun, 16 "Bai Liang's rhymes"
I don't like the willows in the pavilion, but I want to send them to you. But I pity the North window, the tree leaves the people.
Round and missing are like the moon, things are just like clouds. Worry about leaving the table, return to cover moving dust.
Volume 739_ 17 "to Zhao Xueshi" Li Jianxun
Chang Qin and Zhao Fuzi were the five Marquis guests. Meet today, worry like the ancients.
Drunk with Chinese banquet less, chant visit wild monk frequency. On the Bank of the long river, the temple is adjacent to the barren house.
Volume 739_ 18 "Chunyin" Li Jianxun
The old rain is not willing to rest, but the east wind is still strong. If the grass is not put, the flowers are already withering.
What is the hardship of floating life. If you want to be a doctor, you should know that wine is better than medicine.
Volume 739_ 19 "Golden Valley Garden in spring" Li Jianxun
When you are in a hurry, please don't be tired of traveling. The day is as long as the year, and the flower is not spring.
If it rains at night, the east wind will be uneven. It should be noted that three months is not negative.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun's visit to song ERGONG in summer
Thank you for coming out of the thatched cottage all the time. Calm is not an appointment, thin does not forget.
The pool is old in spring and the eaves are fragrant with summer fruits. West Peak is clear Ji, from and Fu Yin bed.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun, a 21 year old Buddhist monk
Taste the memory of caoxizi, niche living face blue song. After the new summer of Chinese fir and pine, there is rain and hail at night.
The Taoist and bandit's mind can move towards emptiness because of their understanding. When autumn comes, it's in Shandong.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun
Although the autumn light is good, the guest thinks about it. When you leave your country, you will be old, and the geese will come again.
Yehongdui late path, chrysanthemum cold by empty. It is difficult to open the way without visiting teachers.
Volume 739_ 23 Li Jianxun, who wrote 40 words to Qingxi thatched cottage in winter
Mo road without quiet, often come to Rixi. Although the earth should be the North que, the heaven should be the east stream.
Sparse reed cold fold, Jingfu to uneven. Sitting in the middle is the author, long love to find points.
Volume 739_ 24 "Xizhai" Li Jianxun
The water and trees surround my house, and the curtain of my bed is empty. It's cold and dew magpie, but the fruit falls and frightens the fish.
I love wine, but I'm still poor. I'm even older. It's not a train.
Volume 739_ 25 "Aijing Temple" Li Jianxun
How can you live in the imperial court without changing your wildness. The air is the head of a hundred officials, but I love qianfengqing.
After the south wind and the new rain, I went with the guests. When the setting sun goes back, there are thousands of gullies singing.
Volume 739_ 26 "Xiaoyuan" Li Jianxun
Small garden I like, planting forget labor shape. The late fruits are red in autumn, and the cold vegetables are nearly green.
Bamboo and pineapple lead to vines, while shallow wells lead to duckweed. More from the people to persuade, with high grass Pavilion.
Volume 739_ 27 "sushanfang" Li Jianxun
The stone window lamp wants to do, the loose threshold moon is also bright. Sleepless on the pillow, but travel in clothes.
Rock high spring drips in disorder, forest moves bird when startle. Suddenly the mountain bell dawns, the sound of servants and horses.
Volume 739_ 28 "Qingxi thatched cottage in Jinling" by Li Jianxun
Outside the window are even water, fir and pine for forest. Self pity tends to compete with others, only love leisure.
I've read all over the plain wall, but I don't want a hairpin when I'm drunk. Jiang Seng visits each other at dusk, and the curtain rolls to see the autumn dust.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun, 29 "sending my book to sun Yuanwai"
Chang'an is a place where the noble and the humble live together for a long time. Who promotes each other in the day, the laborer never stops.
Fengxiang double que dawn, cicadas noise six streets autumn. Only Nangong guest can talk about fishing boats from time to time.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun, the doctor of Wei
Lu Lu but with the crowd, Haolan any not divided. I have never been modest enough to ask you to meet me.
Yijia autumn temple, long song drunk look at the clouds. Gaozhai paper screen ancient, dust dark Beishan text.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun
Fallen leaves all over the mountain state, leisurely sleep disease not. Window Yin even bamboo pillow, medicine gas dye tea ou.
When the bandits cover the road, the officials must find their own rest. Yan Yi is more frail and old, holding the staff as a marquis.
Volume 739_ 32 "picking chrysanthemums" Li Jianxun
The clusters are so fresh that each branch blooms several times. It's sweet and fragrant, better than LAN sun.
The wind of the ancient road is far away, and the barren hedge is exposed. When the basket is filled, the bait is taken close to the gate.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun, the official water of Doctor Wang
Looking to the south at Luling County, the mountains are even five ridges long. I love you for being far away from the common people, and I am a famous man.
Most of the moving households have no soil, and the spring silkworms are not satisfied with the baskets. However, in response to the praise of the painting, the condition of the stream and cave is strong.
Volume 739_ 34 "lone goose" Li Jianxun
If you want to eat, you dare not eat. If you live together, you will never live. The wind also surprised, avoid pay hate fly low.
The water is wide and the edge of Hunan is sleepy, the clouds are cold and the moraine is lost. Sad and touching, no black cry at night.
Volume 739_ 35 Li Jianxun, a gifted doctor
He is thin and angular, and his moustache is as white as silver. The clothes and crowns are ancient, and the appearance is unusual.
Listen to the snow add poetry, watch the mountains stagnate wine patrol. Xifeng return to the road, only the wild monks.
Volume 739_ Li Jianxun, 36 "staying with friends and living in the mountains to send situ Xianggong"
It's raining and snowing. The furnace monk sits warm, the mountain fire sound fat.
The paper is used to bake tea core and peel taro coat. Zhijun in Xiaohan, this is still rare.
When the guests look for the night, the snow sprinkles on the pole. Xu Tang looks at the dawn and forgets his work.
The freezing sound of the stream is completely reduced, and the cold flame of the lamp is not high. Don't laugh at other people, but don't know me easily.
Volume 739_ 37 Li Jianxun, the "two songs of gangufu"
Qi Qi and Qi Qi Qi, Huaian period can be explained. A hundred year old heart of gold and stone, life and death in the middle road.
New graves should be grass, old ground empty moss color. The sun is shining, and the dust is gathering.
If you feel depressed again, you will be able to think of you. Forever in front of the steps, clothes with the wind.
The corner of the tall building is broken at dusk, and jackdaws gather far away. Melancholy a few running letters, trace ink still wet.
Volume 739_ 38 "three heads of the Tian family" Li Jianxun
At the end of one's life, one knows that nothing is wrong. Bamboo mulberry narrow path, spring rice border green.
When the dog barks, the fence falls, and the chicken flies on the pestle.
If you don't know the road in the city, you will be happy for a long time. Mupanqing Society
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