Yu Gui

Yu Gui

Yu Gui, whose name is Xiying, was born in Renhe (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province) and was an official and poet in Song Dynasty. Shaoding five years (1232) Jinshi, yizuo Duanping two years (1235) Jinshi. He was once an official in the coastal area and a prefect. He was friendly with Chen Qi, and had poems to return. He is good at quatrains in his poems. He often looks at nature with a calm state of mind, and sometimes has unique discoveries. The writing is clear and fluent, and also full of poetic and picturesque.

works

Yu Gui: there are two volumes of Yu Xi Shi Gao and one volume of Yu Xi Yi draft. Yu Jia's poems and the copy of sixty collections of Southern Song Dynasty by Guge Yingsong are the base books. Based on the collection of Mingxian in Song Dynasty, a new collection of poems is attached at the end of the volume.

Catalogue of poems

Four days before Laba, cold spring Pavilion and ye Guangwen rhyme Ganlu Temple spring return, spring evening on the lake, spring chant on the lake, spring chant on the lake, spring chant on the spring day, Fengqiao temple, wuqiutan rhyme, zhuseng rhyme, lotus picking song, Lake stroll, Chen Yunju's boudoir, Begonia, Yuetian's early summer rhyme, buy fish, South stagger, Shangren's Pingjiang qiuhuai, Sheri stalagmite peak's head in summer, Xiyu in Xigan Shangbie great ginseng fragrant forest cave heart Xinzhu Misty Stone Wall chanting poetry feather gas after the rain, ancient mixed with early spring present cloud Lu Qinshi planting bamboo return in the rain two poems in Beijing two poems in Yuzhang tengge moonlit night reading the collection of famous poems observing the nature of the summer morning summer summer summer summer leisure spring River Shuhuai library Songjiang Songjiang spring moss money swing autumn Impromptu Singing in autumn night singing in autumn night enjoying the moon in the mountains occasional farming Peifen Pinghu Tanabata mourning Qingming cold spring Pavilion sending a Book home river long rain residence in the idle army seeing the poem mouth of former uncle Qingsong Huqiu Huishan picking lotus picking lotus picking lotus picking lotus picking lotus picking lotus in early summer Arrive at the Songjiang tower one night after the evening of the seventh lunar new year, arrive at the Songjiang tower one night after the seventh lunar new year, pick lotus, tune the Dongshan mountain of diaotai, rhyme the snow rock of Song Dynasty, rhyme the spring return of elder brother zitan'an

Selected Poems

Send friends in spring and evening

The sun is warm, the pear flowers are snowy, and the wind is blowing. Spring is more than March and a half, a dream of ten years ago. The poem is written with the sound of a warbler, but the book is not written with a wild goose. Dongjun is still old. I sigh at my temples.

Spring Festival Gala on the lake

The flower business is over, and everyone is lazy to travel. Water add smoke, waves wide, mountain sunset sorrow. Willows sing yellow birds, sand banks lie white gulls. It's a long way back. Why buy a boat.

Brother rhyme of Zitan nunnery

A sentence is better than a book. Two years later, suddenly spring is over. Dream galloping sentiment not between, the heart you trace he Dan. I'm old now. I live in a house bound by lakes and mountains.

Second visit to Zhu Seng Yun

Chaoshi is a soft city with deep mountain and forest smell. Let the wild crane take care of you, let the spring bird take care of you. The stone stream calls the spring jade, the pine hairpin falls the sun shade. To live in seclusion is to cultivate the mind of reading.

Sweet Dew Temple

The west wind enters the temples. One river is endless, and the highest is the multi view. When the sun is slanting and the trees are mistaking the smoke, you can see off the guests by sailing alone. There are few people in Xinghuai, such as qiuhao.

Huishan

Path into the ancient pine pass, autumn clouds with tree smoke. I only suspect that there is rain in the mountain, which is the stream spring. The poet's poems stay on the wall, and the tourists tie their boats on the shore. Who can recruit Lu Yu and fix the ancient fence.

To Chen Yunju

He grew up in Beijing and was well-dressed in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. The dust in the book can't be found, but the sentence in the pen can communicate with the spirit. The famous day of the river and the sea, the dream of spring in the pond. The spirit looks old, and the more fresh it is.

Long rain

When I stay in Beijing for more than a month, I don't know the spring. Can hurt even night rain, as if in autumn. When there are guests, there is no wine; when there are people, they only talk about poetry. When the officials heard that they were closed to buying, it should be because the people were hungry.

Lingyin

Looking back for two years, I went to Lingyin. I couldn't see it all the way. I had truffle on my clothes. white clouds come to greet each other, streams and waterfalls are pure. This view is far better than Lushan road.

On Poetry

The main road has no body, where is the text. Pleiades from the congenital painting, poetry from the sage delete. It's a long way to go. It's hard to judge who's son.

Chant occasionally

To subdue my mind is no more than to go to the devil. The more clumsy the poem is, the more wrong the words are. As time goes by, the old green shirt wears away more white hair. Not only for the world to abandon, but also from the volume of chanting ah.

Pei Fen

If you buy a boat and go through a secluded path, the grave is the deepest. Near the mountain, the wind is often cold, the pine is flat, and the day is overcast. when you come here, you don't have a whole ride. There are songbirds on the road. Who would like to visit the residents of Jiyu city.

Autumn is the day

There are poets in the house, but no secular knowledge. It's good to see the countryside in autumn. Wine is the only thing to worry about, but poetry is the only thing to worry about. When people don't sleep and the lights are warm.

Autumn chant

The scroll of chanting is still open, and the line of singing is full of happiness. Buy flowers to water and change leaves. The towel is like cool yarn, and the clothes are cut from thin ramie. Pan Lang is shy and white, mostly for autumn.

Shuhuai

The secluded nature stops the book, and the village dwells. The heart only seeks the matter to save, the body and the name. the autumn wind blows on the leaves, and the rain begins at night. I'll live tonight. I don't have to.

Shuzhai

Weeds along the court building, leisure day cover the door. In the evening, when it is cool and rainy, the fallen leaves feel like cicadas. The sound of nature calls for bamboo, and the sound of anvil makes the clothes. There's no reason why there's such a mystery.

Cold spring Pavilion

Step into Yunling, Tinggao road is just flat. By the pool, there are secluded trees and fine sand under the water. it's hard to chant poems without friends, but it's clear when you meet monks. This is a real resort, silent forest birds. If you want to visit Feilai scenery, rent a boat at the head of the lake. White clouds invade the mountain, green trees beside springs. those who enter the temple must come, and the shadow of the deep forest is round. The mountains are close to each other, and they learn to meditate at night.

Ancient meaning

Without love, beauty is separated for a long time. Road resistance repair and long, spring grass several times green. Phoenix hairpin cold temples cloud, Luan mirror light clouds. In the past, it was a winged bird, but now it is a solitary flying crane. If you are worried, you should send your clothes to your husband.

Live at leisure

The rich and the poor are the source of their wealth. LAN Huiqing is not as shy as Xiao AI. fame is like dew grass, floating tile is like empty boat. After thousands of years, Tang met Gao Kui and Yi Zhou. If you are poor, you will find a hill in a gully. The source of my section, Si heart has been carefully prepared.

The charm of summer

The foot of the rain comes to the mountain, the stream mark rises and the shore sand rises. Flag more wine households, hang Gang to make fishermen. The ground shoots and the garden flowers. The warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler warbler war. cup of green lotus leaf, Ou fried white jade tea. Lonely village water late, a few points to crow.

Early summer

The rose has withered and the peony is going downhill. There are fine trees in the afternoon, and the scenery sequence is still clear and harmonious. ri De's poems are chanted, and there are no vulgar guests. The baby of bamboo shoots is young, and there are many small pools of lotus leaves. More than ten days after the spring, the clouds in summer are already rugged. Last year, I had no time to laugh. but if you want to lie in the white stone, you can find Qingluo in the dark rock. You don't have to ask how to cook with your heart.

Enjoy the moon

There is no cloud in the sky and no dust in the earth. The 16th month is full, and the white jade wheel is bright. ancient and modern times are the same as this month. Night long square bath, dew sitting wind full lap. The clear shadow enters the window, chatting with my heart. A bottle of wine, a piano. such a beautiful moon, I'd like to be at the seaside. Crazy official, empty self tired spirit. You can't enjoy the new moon, and you can't make friends with each other. Tonight, poetry is flourishing and people are singing. When you are alone with you, you will meet your relatives and guests.

Lotus picking music

Female companion song picking lotus, Wang Sheng Du running water. I didn't mean to startle the mandarin ducks, but they started flying. The morning dew moistens my clothes, and the evening glow shines on my eyes. A leaf is as small as a melon, so it's easy to live. It's like singing in the water, walking in the wind. Lu Ye Ying harbor clear, catch the mandarin duck bath. There is painstakingness in the lotus. If you want to break your hand, you can still bend it. If the lotus is broken, it will hurt the lotus. The painting boat will return to laughter, and the mandarin ducks will rise and sink. My heart first cherishes Lang's bitterness, but I'm afraid to chew lotus's bitterness. the lotus leaf bridle learns Tao Qing, and the flower make-up looks clear. Two heads white still cross neck, turn smile mandarin duck not mature. In the past, people carefully counted the hidden depth. I don't like the prick of my hand. I'm afraid I'll hurt you. Pinghu Lake is Miaomiao, the lotus wind is clear, the flowers are blooming and the sun is shining. A pair of birds flew away, singing for the blue sky. Who's the girl in the blue circle, the girl in the cloud bun and the girl in the black eyebrow. Pick lotus full sleeve fragrance, lotus deep forget to return to the road. There are many lotus flowers on the West Bank of the West Lake. The Golden Horse beside the road is hard to resist. He put the boat into the deep of the flower, but he didn't say a word when facing the current. The rain from the south mountain is so heavy that the lotus does not return. The water splashed on the hibiscus dress. Hate no flying feather to your side, Shuo Hui from the cloud road is long. The west wind brings cool clouds, and the Mandarin oars help the boat float in the water. Luqinhuazhiqian powder fragrance, full handle sharp thorn onion finger. The red gauze is half full of gold, and the LIULANG on the dike sings. In the middle of Hunan, the evening rain is lost, and the East and the West are empty. The boat swings in the waves, the heart is smoky, and the returning flowers fall from the singing. The river is deep, and the spirits at the bottom of the river are not aware of it.

On the river

River head cloud Pavilion rain, willow color and deep spring. Who knows the heart of the guests when the ship is in spring. it's only after a light rain that the wine flag is planted in two or three places. Jiangtou is decorated with autumn scenery, half with reed and half with Polygonum.

Tiger Hill

The two temples are now one, because the Qin tiger occupies the hill. The crane flies, the king swords, and the bird sleeps in the ancient grave. The stone is connected with the spring, and the pool is connected with the sea. There are more than ten wonders to win, but not all of them can catch up with you. The story of the king of Wu is not true. Before the temple monk closed the mountain gate at night, the clouds were flying.

Autumn night

Autumn night more melancholy, empty hall wind dew cool. Reading lamp can be near, sleepy leakage at the beginning of long. The fireflies fly and shine. Rain outside the window, scattered into the fragrance of rice. the moon is as clean as water and dust, and acacia is always one heart. It's hard to sing along the fence. It's very deep in autumn.

Bantang

Due to the visit to Yunyan, the fragrance of wild flowers in Qingming. The boat took advantage of the rain and the wind, and could not find the monk above.

Early autumn

The fire is old, the gold is soft, the heat is broken, and you can enjoy the cool just to see the west mountain. The sound of autumn comes from the bamboo leaves in front of the window.

Spring chant

All day long, I only cover my door when I read poems. I'm afraid I'll touch my clothes when I go out in the drizzle. The apricot flowers have turned rouge. How the swallow did not return.

The rhyme of Wu qiutan

When we meet, we talk about the west side of the eaves. It's just the right time for you to arrive at baipingqiu, full of wind and moon

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