Lin Kuan
Lin Kuan
Lin Kuan, a poet of Tang Dynasty, wrote many works.
Life of the characters
(around 873 ad in the world) unknown word, marquis. The year of birth and death is unknown, about Tang Yizong around the end of Xiantong. At the same time, his life story is unknown. Kuan wrote a volume of poetry.
Character works
Early works
Lin Kuan
The first moon of Goujian River, the pine beside the guest star platform. I haven't seen you for a long time.
The bird pulls the beach rope, the flower empty charges the bell. Far away people think of the cut, rest on Wuyi peak.
Lin Kuan
The rhyme of the law is withered and the words are in harmony with each other. The sun and the moon are everywhere.
Yingti Xie Shoulei, old moss banished immortal monument. After a long time of mourning, the eastern part of the poem is regarded as the mourning.
Lin Kuan
Cast trace according to huaiguan, wasteland Pavilion grass together. The snow is deep, the kite is howling, the salary is wet, and the ding is singing late.
I don't know who to sit with. Kuanglu waterfall, when the vice heart period.
Lin Kuan
The name of the constitutional hall is the most important, and the holiday is easy. The bed is full of seals, and the court is high with five pines.
Well to find Yun Li Ji, tea to remove Yue Seng Feng. The birds go through the curtain at dusk, still chanting the bell across the garden.
Lin Kuan
With the spring far away, the lake has been a prophet. When the flowers are drunk, the Orioles are broken.
The sky is cold and the mountain is thousands of feet high. The bamboo fern is still suitable to be picked, and it will return to the state of honor.
Lin Kuan
The poet's life is strange, and it is worth fighting.
Don't be the young master of Jiangning king. Who knows how to chant bitterness all your life.
Mid term works
Lin Kuan
Yan Guo Jun has not yet entered the city. He is well-known in the Qing Dynasty. I'll meet you when the storm is cold,
He is still on the move. There is no frog in Xianfang, there is spring in bielaihe temple.
Furong garden is on the North Bank of the river. I hope to see the new snow in Zhongnan.
Lin Kuan
The southeast still blocks the invaders, but who can climb the lishing mountain. There should be no salary to be a butcher, but there must be a monk to return to the ship.
The flat beach sleeps the otter stone, burns off drinks the ape vine. Only when you are old enough, can you see the power.
Lin Kuan
At the beginning of the imperial capital, the Phoenix chariot came out of the deep palace. High on the terrace, looking into the middle of bachan.
The battle is frosted and white, and the robe is red in the sun. When the willow eyes are frozen, the sound of the warbler turns to the wind.
Yu Gou breaks through the mist, and Li Xiu shines obliquely in the sky. When Chen you Xing, because of the view of farming work.
Lin Kuan
In the late Qing Dynasty, when the door was closed, Wu Fu was next to him. The flowers bloom early, the snow falls frequently.
Strange wood wind blowing Pavilion, waste nest when pay. Every time I feel pity for my way, I will talk to my friends.
Lin Kuan
Zhu Po looks up, not like Qin Jing. Gradually feel the stream and mountain show, higher fish and bird feeling.
Chanting at night, chanting at night, chanting at dawn. Depending on this to steal the good reward, the nine thoroughfares do not sing.
Lin Kuan
Frustrated leisurely sleep later, and will be Jibo Xie know. The bag of books was whirled into the restaurant,
The gauze cap is long and hanging on the monk's wall. Waiting for the new moon sentence by the ghost cry, looking for the mountain appearance of the ancient ape peep.
There are so many talented people in Yuanhe, but what can Qingyin do.
Lin Kuan
Temple corner bell residual standing crow, Chaoyuan back to drive, looking boundless.
The fragrant spring empties into the grass in front of the palace, and flowers bloom before spring.
Lin Kuan
The mark is extraordinary, towering, strong and Chang'an, and the shadow enters thousands of families.
I rely on the sky and look angry. Who is in the dust.
Lin Kuan
Wormwood thorn empty storage hundred feet base, drunk once sang wind words.
Mo Yan won the world at once. Since ancient times, all heroes have interpreted poems.
Lin Kuan
Cangming West Bank look, a look at the heart destroyed. The earth is the same as zhengshuo, and the heavenly religion blocks the communication.
Waves turn into electricity in the night, whales roar into thunder in the day. Ginseng path outside the door, when the flowers will bloom.
Middle and later stage works
Lin Kuan
West mother a cup of wine, empty words havoc spring. Heroes return to the earth, and the sun and the moon shine on idle people.
The decaying grass, the Pearl and Ji mound, the cold gray dragon and Phoenix body. Maoling lixiu late, who hurt God.
Lin Kuan
Willow smoke invades the imperial Road, and the gate opens in Jiacheng. Don't spend the day in vain, youth will never come again.
Take revenge and rush to the snow, and ride the drunken Eagle back. Take a look at the place of singing bells. The setting sun is full of broken platforms.
Lin Kuan
No reason to travel, no reason to return to temples. Jung Jie around, sand sleep immediately.
The grass withers frequently, but the ears are cold. From then on, I'm willing to sit in poverty, but I don't want to talk about it.
Lin Kuan
Chariots are rare. There are masters in the three dynasties. He who carves a poem to the bone will never leave poverty until he dies.
Wind account solitary fireflies into, frost level accumulation leaf frequency. The door of the setting sun is half closed, and there is no reason to pass it.
Lin Kuan
If you don't meet the east wind, it's hard for you. The shadow of the sea and the mountain is still moving, and the potential of the Peng is not stable.
The stars sink, the locks are cold, the chickens sing, the post lights are broken. Who is like two guests.
Lin Kuan
You can't wait to hear the chicken. The wind blows and the mist disperses, and the moon shines brightly on Huashan Mountain.
The Yellow River is clear day and night. I'm the only one who has nothing to do with each other.
Lin Kuan
At the beginning of the Qujiang River, the grass is green, and thousands of hooves are on the bank. The beauty of the country,
Young master Bo Tu is light in snow. Qiong dance around the wine, Jin Cu ward off evil spirits.
Willow catkins and apricot flowers are not allowed to stay, singing with the wind everywhere.
Lin Kuan
Drunk down the tower, wake up again, let floating thin smile ability.
On the three gates of Qinglong temple, it stands as Nanshan, not as a monk.
Lin Kuan
It's too white to travel deep in the clouds. Don't cherish exploring all over the world. There are many miracles on the top and few visitors in the dust.
The cliff leans against the frozen waterfall and flies over the solitary branches. When we meet, there will be poems.
Lin Kuan
God moved not cremation, new tower dew sparse Tamarix. All things are destroyed, only the teacher is born.
Empty hall scattered fishing old man, strange wood cry mountain essence. The road under the forest is long.
Lin Kuan
He lived in Guanju, where he sold all his clothes and books. Driving the horse to find the frost shadow,
To the door is often at the beginning of the drum. Toad branches cross color, clear blue department, Luan Pei row light Ying Yu except.
A Gu Shen en body did not kill, fight for jiaori negative boast.
Lin Kuan
Then shadow across the sky, back snow fly, voice cold out jade pass late.
In Shangyang palace, there are three thousand dreams. The moon is cold and the wind is clear.
sb.'s later works
Lin Kuan
Under the imperial edict, we searched the yanye, and the experts entered the bamboo forest. As a result of the long resistance to Shuri, he became an official.
Qing salary for monks, Cangzhou deep traces. There is a way back in Dongmen, but I abandon my hairpin.
Lin Kuan
Beggars with numbers are urgent, and heroes are surrounded by thieves. The river and the mountains are still not quiet, where do the fish and birds want to go.
City dew mulberry elm, when flat, old and young rare. After the war, books were read with blood and clothes.
Lin Kuan
At dusk, the drum finally returns to the rooster. How can the nine gates plan to indulge in it? The woodcutter boy beat the golden drum at random,
The horse raced to the prime minister's Causeway. Jadeite maid, hairpin, swallow, unicorn shirt, rhinoceros in the sea.
It is not a matter of poets to remember the sound of spring and the border of chrysanthemum.
Lin Kuan
The ancient trees cover the gate, but the deep river only. There is no need to be more reclusive.
The name and surname are inscribed in the book, and the Scriptures are written one by one. Word with flying beetle missing, step and falling star Qi.
Accompany straight monk talk quiet, invade frost, rhyme low. Sticky dust and grass, peeling powder and birds.
The wall of decaying moss is blocked up, and the chrysanthemum in the sun is half covered. Drum residual crow to the north, leakage in the West.
Every time I remember the snow in the south, I climb the cloud Pavilion ladder. When the search sentence times, that cherish a move to carry.
Lin Kuan
When the sun and the moon shine, the poor Lane becomes a ditch. Suddenly sprinkle fiber branch break, run tilt bad block flat.
It's hard to see the guests coming from Mengzhen, but it's hard to see the frogs. The clogs were covered with moss, and the eaves were wet.
Oblique fly through the split tile, burst down and hit the empty bell. Butterflies return late at the bottom of the leaves, and warblers emerge in the forest.
Moisten and invade the book, sew it black, and soak it in cold. The shadow is dark and uneven, and the steps are cold and intermittent.
The price of an inch is higher than that of a grain. If you think about it from afar, there is no reason to know it.
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