Li Yangong

Li Yangong

Li Yangong (1541-1599) is a native of Xuyi (now Jiangsu Province), Fengyang Prefecture, southern Zhili. The eighth grandson of Li Wenzhong, who was the founder of the Ming Dynasty, attacked the Marquis of Huaihe in the third year of Wanli and guarded Nanjing. He knew that the governor of Taibao was in charge of military affairs in Jingying, and died in the 27th year of Wanli. He is eager to learn and be able to write poetry. He has made great efforts in the field of Ci, such as Bei Ye Zhai manuscript, Qinglian Ge Ji, and Japan Kao.

brief introduction

Li Yangong's Ancient Poems

seven

First.

Selected Poems

[interview with Yang Yiren Mountain Residence]

Where the savage lies, only on the top of the white clouds. There is no road in the cliff, but smoke in the deep forest. When the door is open, the dog barks in front of the peak. I also raise the male generation, and there is only grass in the mountains.

[Xiaodu]

smoke trees, crows in the morning, Changting with white sand. The new water floats fast. the clouds fight with people, and spring comes home with guests. We know the colorful day from afar, and the flowers are blooming in Shicheng.

Xiaofa Yingcheng

the ancient road is connected by wind and smoke, and the dream is lost in the end of the world. The ape crows in the dew of a thousand trees, and the man is a chicken in a village. In Yuanpu, the lights are dim and the moon is low. At this time there is a high lying, to the solitary shame Jiqi.

Hanjiang tower

the pavilions rise from the mountains, and the city rises to the outer space. Masts into the smoke, waves over the curtain. the lights are deep in the woods and the stars are flowing. People who are half fishermen hang autumn wind in coir rainbows.

[village evening]

Several dogs barked at the foot of the mountain, and several people returned to the village. Piccolo drunk horizontal cattle back, the setting sun is on Chai Ye.

Two songs of mountain dwelling music

There are no chariots and horses along the road, but there are people in the mountains. I don't know the years, but I can only see the blooming and falling flowers. The night is quiet, the white clouds and cranes sleep, and the mangrove warblers sing in the deep spring. If you ask where you live, flax flows out of the mountain stream.

Chinese PinYin : Li Yan Gong