Li Dong

Li Dong

Li Dong, with the name of Caijiang, was born in Jingzhao, and was also the son of all kings. Mujia island as a poem, casting its image, things like God. Wu Rong was the only one who made a mockery of it. When Zhao Zong was not in the first place, he traveled to Shu. Three volumes of poems.

Personage introduction

Li Dong, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, has more than 170 Poems (six sentences) which have been handed down to the present day. Among them, there are about 30 poems about Shuzhong, accounting for one sixth of his total creation. This shows that Shuzhong experience plays an important role in his poetry creation.

Main works

To tangshanren

His beard is as long as his hair, and his seventy colors are like his hair. Drunken eyes, blue sky, low singing. A thousand years of pine trees encircle the house, and it rains in the middle of the night. The road of qiongshu is endless, and you can travel by yourself.

Send Yunqing to Annan

When spring comes to the south of the sea, I hear cicadas in the middle of the night in autumn. The whale swallows the water, the rhinoceros touches the light boat. the island is divided into different countries, and the river of stars lasts for one day. But Chang'an returns to the sun, in front of the old house of Songyan.

Zheng buque Mountain Residence

Gao Jie admonishes yuan Ke, and white clouds live in Jingfang. The horse starves for the fallen leaves, and the crane suffers from the sun. The wild fog dim the morning candle, and the stream paper provokes the Royal fragrance. How long is the sentence night. When he sent Cao Lang Zhong back to the south, he used his army to guide GUI Shuijing and Tian, and returned to the south like a banished immortal. Tie the rope light like wat, buy cloth to connect the man boat. the sea air is steaming and soft, and the river wind drives the arrow. The emperor is far away from being wise. Jinjiang accompanied Zheng Shilang of the Ministry of war to write a poem about chess. The fallen leaves splashed on his body, and he knew how to play chess. When the sea is dry, the sky will be fresh. on the first day of the month, the questions are divided into several parts, and the bell remains are distributed evenly. Forget meal two desperate situation, take the meaning to cast Tao Jun.

harvest moon

Forty five in autumn, the moon is thousands of miles away. Cold and heavy, the mountain is short, the light is high. sleepless, clear eyes, moving habitat wet crane hair. Lu Hua said goodbye on the stage, chanting for ten years. Send Shen Guang to Fu mu (one for Fuzhou) birds fly in the spring, ripe in the rain, and plump in the litchi. The southern dipper should be close, but the northerners are afraid to be rare. the feast of the tide's frivolous and incorruptible envoys, and the return of the monks from Zhuzhao island. Under the curtain every move worship, he Guan Qian clothes. On the outskirts of the mountain, the title of Zhao's residence is a scholar Pavilion, and the Guifeng peak is piled up in autumn, with leaves falling from the ruins. Four or five hundred bamboo poles, two or three thousand books. The clouds are deep, the apes pick up the chestnuts, and the rain leaves the ants and vegetables. Only the water in front of the door is like a thousand li Yu.

Fu De sent Jia Dao to exile

The Yangtze River

He knocked on the donkey and chanted the snow moon. He was banished to the west gate. Walking in the shadow of the Yangtze River, worrying about the soul of the deep water. He took the bamboo temple with him, and the Qin code was in Hua village. Who knows Jia Fu sun when he is hungry for pine nuts.

Heyang daozhong

The wind is still creeping, the bridle is lifting. We should get things early, but we should not worry about many people. the snow fields level into the fortress, and the tobacco fields bend with the river. I remember the river, sleeping in the boat.

Send friends to Puzhou

In the middle of the road, monks pay homage to the sea. The sword shakes, the forest falls, the flag flashes, and the birds are high. Moss in the sky, the state prison, flowers in the dream province Cao. Puyang is politicized, and half of it is coquettish.

Seeing off the foot monk

bottle pillow hanging around the waist, where to go out. The rain is heavy on my clothes, and the mountain is heavy on my brown hat. Night view into the dead tree, wild sleep every broken monument. Next door mother tears, phase class parting words.

Longzhou sends people to the examination

give advice to recruit and carry, and gather Cuixi in the palace. Pull out the bag autumn volume heavy, turn stack late peak Qi. Step on the moon to the golden palace, brush the clouds to see the imperial title. The only crane trapped in the mud of the river.

Send to pacify from elder brother Yi and my husband Zhong Cheng

In front of the army after the imperial edict, the red robe was shining with snow. Bridge blowing horn frozen, Yueyue roll flag round. The monk saved and burned the Sutra fire, and the man repaired the fishing boat. After six states appeased, ten thousand households undressed and fell asleep.

Send far superior

There is no boundary between the sea and the mountain. It's by chance. The teeth are cold after singing, and the heart is round in tranquility. Insect net, flower well, the day after tomorrow. If ye Shu returns to the old temple, it should be accompanied by a bell boat.

Sufeng xiangtianzhu Temple

Tianzhu meet at dusk and think of Tianzhu peak. Ink research green dew month, tea absorption white cloud clock. lie down and talk, stick moss on the body, and brush pine on the top of Zen. We will go to Linqiong tomorrow.

Send Zhang Xia back to Jiangnan

this way goes back to the time and brings back a poem. The tree is deep, the bird is far away, the wind is strong and the donkey is late. When the grass goes into the singing room, the tide rushes and the fishing stone moves. I'm afraid I'll hurt you. I'll pick my mustache on the way.

The platform of giving away

A piece of luggage, cloud edge Xiao buckle ice. If the Sutra is not fallacious, how can white hair be. Shallow well, fairy land, pearl and Sea guest lamp. He is a hermit who knows the truth, and laughs at the Han Dynasty.

Vimochang forest residence

(a title of Weimo, shangrenfang) you can visit Jila in all directions, and you can find five peaks in the five summers. More talk about riding an elephant, Fanzhai confession archery. It is cold and snowy, decaying oak with cloud burning. Since then, the old Xilin has seen 30000 dynasties.

Send Zhang Qiao back to Xuanzhou

It's difficult to understand the way of poetry in the world. In the early days, the moon lingers on the mountain, and the bell stands at night across the Huaihe River. A mirror with temples, the whole family old half peak. No one ever came and went, but Xie Tingsong gave up.

Send doctor Lu to Jinzhou

Cloud tomorrow ridge high, thorn County stop Xiancao. Dangerous stack peeps ape top, public court sweeps crane hair. When he came out of the blue wall of the army, he spoke with white eyebrows. Far set ballad guest, state before berth a few.

Jiang Gan is just about the job

After lying in the fourth watch, I was worried about hearing about it. There are birds in the water and crows in the garden. Li thin meal cypress, body lean by the sea. The man Dynasty chants five words, should not be old haze.

Congratulations to Mr. Zheng Changshi

The mountain is also a land of kindness, and the birds fly down. Officials wear xiapianwang, monks sweep the moon. The smoke of Bailong is near, and the jade of Lin juyu is tiny. Once ordered to stay in tin to talk and comfort.

go upstairs

On the Sichuan duty building opens, the cold mountain all around comes. The bamboo blows far away, and the peak hinders the birds from flying back. life and death, parting from strangers, toward the dark clouds and rain pile. Who knows the meaning of independence, tears fall on berry moss.

To Zen friends

Scattered flowers stay in the inner hall, maids dream about Zen. The tree opens the lock of the building, and the clouds recognize the lotus. The sound of the river is too long, and the sound of the river is too long. Fly sentence phase, often on the day.

Early spring friends return home

When you come back from the south to take leave, you will find moss in the poor lane. A thin wine, a few scattered plum. When the tide rises, the Chu post closes and the stars open in yuelou. Tomorrow, I will be on the fengyuetai.

On Yunji Temple

open the door, wind and snow top, trapped birds. Apes play in the green, people walk in the purple Pavilion. La spring comes out under the ice, chimes at night and finds in the middle of the month. If you want to live in the rock room, you can't help yourself.

Old monk of mountain temple

among all the monks in the clouds, they are sad. Protect tea, high summer wax, love fire, old spring and autumn. the waves were sick in the south, and the rivers swam bitterly in the north. The return of the disciples, white after the head.

The same monk staying in the Taoist temple

take Wen to sleep in the water and brush the dust in the four corridors. The falling fruit knocks on the tile, and the high firefly reflects on the crane. Light the lamp, blow the leaf fire, talk about Buddha and mountain people. He has the ambition of Qixia, and is willing to seek the three religious neighbors.

cooper

hand planted trees know what the age is, and in the year of Qi Yan they covered pines. Take root to grow another tree, blow the son to fall next to the peak. the ancient trunk passes through the smell of the dragon, and the high smoke passes through the Yanchong. Can be good to do leaves, sound does not hinder the autumn bell.

To Wang Feng

Brother Shan looks at the crane and believes, brother Shan listens to Wuzhan. Raise medicine with open Ding, rest chess each pillow Lian. we meet at the bottom of Jiujiang River and reach the top of five peaks. I wish I could be three friends, but I'm ashamed to be white.

The winter night in hiding place and the two or three monks chanting together in Maozhai

the four seas are connected with Zen visitors, and they search the grass Pavilion. His moustache is white and his eyes are closed. Hang the ice stick loose, and pour the moon bottle warm. Only worry about hanging old, wat cold standing residual star.

To Zen master Daowei

The copper bottle is astringent and drips water, leaving the moraine and creeping lotus layer. The tiger lowers the mouse and the eagle looks at the fly. after five days of meditation, we can light our ancestors' lanterns. If you have short hair, why not shave it. The Chan Master of diaocaotang, the staff and the four walls of Fangguan, suspected that the master was there. Storage bottle by wax water, ring tower mountain bell. pigeon along the moss well, zhaiape scattered snow peak. How not to see sex, rely on the pine in front of the temple. Su Yong, the chief bookkeeper of Chang'an County, was poor in the Qing Dynasty. Listen to the crane on the pond, accompany the people of Yueyang. Lock the well and fry the tea, close the hall and stamp the medicine dust. There are many steps to go, and the same house is the neighbor. In autumn, I stayed at the river Pavilion of Liu Chushi in Runzhou. Sing the moon and see the stars. When the waves are still and the fish rush to lock, the window is high and the crane listens to the Scriptures. The East and the West are boundless, and the world is half clear. In autumn, Qujiang's books are written. The gate shakes the withered reed, and the setting sun returns with gulls. The garden is close to deer, but the river is cold. a cloud passes through the tower and withered leaves fly into the city. I'm afraid that the guests will arrive, but I don't know what to do. In autumn, there is no room for the master. In the river room, there are no leaves falling, and the pines shadow the mountains. Full Temple mid autumn moon, lonely window into the night waves. the old Zhen hung on the stone wall, and the decaying hair fell on the bronze sword. If you lie down and listen to the tiller, you will know the hardship with your teacher. In winter, I feel like a bull's head is like a orchid. Ding water to see the mountain swab, Taiwan incense snow burning. When the crane returns to the temple, the monk will never leave the cloud. After the stone chamber opened, the wheel bead Xie Shengjun. He sent Huangfu to proofread from Shuxia gorge and returned to Xiangyang. Songyin covers Wuxia gorge, and the rain penetrates Jingmen. the green hills of the temple are all over, and the colorful clothes of the forest are turned over. Mourning bitterly, cherishing cold and disheartened, mourning the soul of Haoran. Who sent a letter to the south of Hunan? The inkstone in the shade window rises. Burn mark stele into set, Cape Temple stay true. There are birds in the sky in the tower, and the bell startles half of the people. Yugou full moon meeting, like in the thatched cottage body. there is no master to send to Cuiwei (no Zen master to learn) the hearts of all the people are far away, and they actually occupy Cuiwei. The ape can read, and the tiger can hear. The spring notes the dream of the city, and the rosy clouds serve the guards. It's impossible to learn the mystery. Xiluan Gong returned from Shu to the opposite platform of the forbidden courtyard and found his teacher in lvhuai. Temple High ape see say, bell move bird know Zhai. The moon sweeps the stone and the spring is full of flowers. Return to meet the holy festival, chant step Yao stage. Title Xin'an temple Buddha also encountered difficulties and revived the fold and scrap altar. The old branches of Yansong are folded, and the new bamboo powder is dried. let's talk about gongwa's listening and throwing away birds' meals. Bell into the emperor's dream, Tianzhu Chang'an. When the Tibetan invaders invaded, they returned to daozhong in the south, rode 30000 horses in Yunzhou, and went south to fly eagle. Return to Qi Star low goose, lonely city moon companion monk. Knock on the pass to pass the Han Festival, pour the house to guard the river ice. There is no place to talk about the border affairs, but to return to the river to settle the disputes at night. Send to the East Palace Jia Zhengzi of Shu, present the history of Jin Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty, East Shu overlooks balou. Long stack huaigong tree, sparse peak dew sword state. snow in the air, a stream of white clouds. If the second riverside town, Zong poetry for the search. I attach great importance to your ability to write poems, and you praise me for my understanding of poems. One visit in three halls, two hearts in four seas. The shadow hanging monk picks up the candle, and the name is passed on to the crane to brush the stele. A lonely grave in Fujiang, Emei under the moon. Yan shangrenfang

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