Tang huixiu

Tang huixiu

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Tang huixiu, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, was named MaoYuan. The year of birth and death is unknown. He was a monk in his early years and was called "master huixiu". He was appreciated by Xu zhanzhi because he was good at writing poems. Liu Jun, Emperor Xiaowu, ordered him to return to the common customs and went to Yangzhou to do history. Zhong Rong's poem "master Qi huixiu" probably died at the beginning of Southern Qi Dynasty.

Literary achievements

There are 11 poems in Tang huixiu's works, the most famous of which is the line of complaint poems, full of folk songs. In the poem, "the sad wind swings the curtain, and yaocui sits down to hurt herself. My heart depends on the end of the day, thinking and floating clouds grow. Whistling song as autumn grass, quiet leaves no longer Yang. In the evening, the orchid does not wait for the year old, but is far away from Huaneng. Other poems are also influenced by "Wu Sheng", "Xiqu" and "Bai Jiege", which mainly focus on children's feelings. Therefore, Yan Yanzhi, who was contemporary with him, thought it was "the ballad in Weixiang", and "shipin" denounced it as "obscene". In fact, Tang's poems are delicate in writing, but they are all healthy in content. His poetic style is gorgeous and fluent, which has a great influence in the song and Qi dynasties. Most of the critics call it "Xiu Bao", but its achievements are not enough to compete with Bao's.

According to the book of poetry, Tang huixiu once said that Yan Yanzhi's poems were "as if he had wrongly picked gold"; Xie Lingyun's poems were "as if lotus had come out of the water" and "Yan had been ill all his life". It can be seen that Tang huixiu advocates nature rather than carving in his poems. From the existing works, its poetic style is also consistent with this theory. His poems were collected from the poems of the pre Qin, Han, Wei, Jin, Nan and Bei dynasties by Hu Qinli

Appreciation of works

Autumn Thoughts

Autumn cold wind across the river, White Dew Xiaoxiao Dongting wave.

The light is gone at the end of the king's thought, and he is sad to see what he thinks.

Three songs of Bai Xiang

In front of you, the young man will be gorgeous.

For the sake of your grace, I'm afraid to smile.

Long sleeve brush face, heart fried, wish you flow and prime.

The autumn wind curls into the curving room, and the account is full of sorrow.

Crickets break people's heart by singing at night, and miss you by night.

Others miss each other and you forget each other.

The Qin and the zither are not adjusted, and the heart is sad. Let Luo Shengqi be strong and self-sustaining.

Bear to think, dance, look at the thought, will not turn, constant as doubt.

Peach blossom water spring breeze, dance sleeve meandering Luan according to the day.

The wandering crane turns to be gorgeous and elegant, and you have the same heart to welcome the song.

Chu Ming Fei Qu

Qiongtai Caiying, guisu Diao. The golden boudoir is shining, and the jade is full of beauty.

The fragrance is sweet and the pearl is precious. Wen Luo, Qiu Cui, Wan Qi, Chun Qing.

He drives Luan crane, and comes to the fairies. With posture and soft vision, smile to greet each other.

Jielan branch, send eyes into, then for Jun Rong.

Thoughts on Jiangnan

Youke Haiyin Road, stay in huaiyangjin. Love to spring grass, know is hometown.

Three Yanghua songs

Luxuriant Chinese knot feeling, like wind with thinking. Cover Zishou spring heart, fold orchid also left.

Acacia in the south of the Yangtze River is more popular than in the Han Dynasty. Yellow crane to the northwest, holding my heart.

Grass grows under the deep levee, and clouds enter the high city. Spring people think, think long for the king.

The line of complaint Poetry

The bright moon shines on the tall building, and contains the light of a thousand miles. Lane full of love, cut off the lonely concubine intestine.

The sad wind swings the curtain, and yaocui sits down to hurt herself. My heart depends on the end of the day, thinking and floating clouds grow.

Whistling song as the autumn grass, the quiet leaves do not raise again? How far away from Huaneng?

I'd like to be Zhang Nu's guide, and I'd like to be sad around your hall. The Royal Hall is strict and secret, and the unique style is flying.

A poem for Bao Shi Lang

Dai Zhi Xi Jin Ying. Green leaves and golden stems. No king's cup. Low color and self pride.

I don't think you are gorgeous. Wine makes dust. It's time for Fang to take heart. Nothing makes the best of the year.

Chinese PinYin : Tang Hui Xiu