Shen Yiliu

Shen Yiliu

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Shen Yiliu (1898-1993), a famous poet. From Gaoqiao, Pudong, Shanghai. He graduated from the Department of Chinese literature of Shanghai China Public University in his early years and has been engaged in newspaper work for a long time. In the 1950s, he participated in the publishing of new poetry and rhymes by Zhonghua Book Company in Shanghai. There are Shen Wu's poems, Xiao Ping Shui Zhai's poems, fan Shuang Xie's poetry collection, fan Shuang Xie's sequel, and Ba min's local records. He cooperated with Fu Shou sun to be a brilliant poet of the Qing Dynasty.

brief introduction

Yi Liu Weng is a famous poet in Southeast China. He is especially good at discussing Ci and his works. He has been commenting on CI works of Qing Dynasty and modern and contemporary Ci writers. He makes the finishing point, is unique and subtle, and his writing style is extremely vivid and refined. Together with Mr. Fu shousun, he selected "Jinghua of Ci Poetry of Qing Dynasty", which recorded 380 Ci poems with 1018 characters. His comments all came out of his own hands, penetrating into the inner world. The style of yiliuci is unique: it uses many obscure and astringent tunes, likes narrow rhymes and dangerous rhymes, and its language is strange and its official affairs are rare. His writing is full of vitality, like the clouds and clouds, and the ancient scenery is gorgeous; his writing is fierce and unrestrained, which is similar to Chen Jialing. It was Wuding who started the mountain and was the enemy of thousands of people in the state of CI. Weng was full of hardships and difficulties. He was not able to hold the throne of the emperor. He was depressed and lonely. What a pity!

poetry

Read the biography of Qiu Ranke (Modern and contemporary, Shen Yiliu) < br > five character rhyme poem, you Yun Yue country to stay in the air, plain knight errant travel. He threw his hat in the snow and combed his hair in the corridor. Who's the only one who wants to push the end of the game. Ten years a cup of wine, each take the king. < br > it's 40 years since I heard the news of Wu San (modern times, Shen Yiliu) < br > the seven character rhyme of the poem is gray. I always talk about the sword slaying the dragon, and I'm a parrot talent in the world. The autumn water is still here, and the salt cart is always in Taihang. Chu song and Chu dance in those years, Tianbei and Tiannan look at the gorge. Do you remember the taste of Wuyi tea? A light rain to be reopened. < br > seven character jueju pays homage to Professor Wang juechang (modern times, Shen Yiliu) < br > seven character jueju rhymes with Zhiyun. The people in the mountains return to the North Branch, and the dawn in the south of the Yangtze River is the most prophet. Dongpo old mind change, Yangxian no field, no poetry. < br > the owner of Xiqu Pavilion is worried about life. One of the three poems is (modern times · Shen Yiliu) < br > seven character quatrains: the Qi of the sword is two minutes in three months when the upper east gate is opened. At night, when you knock on the Danxia and burn the bergamot, the fire of fahua turns slightly warm. < br > the owner of Xiqu Pavilion is worried about life (three poems) and (modern times · Shen Yiliu) < br > the seven character quatrain rhyme by the Qinghai Lake, people from Jiangtou go to nianjiashan. A curtain is fragrant and moistening, the Zen heart is quiet, and the unique Acacia bone has not been deleted. < br > the owner of Xiqu Pavilion is worried about life (three poems) the third one (modern times · Shen Yiliu) < br > seven character quatrains rhyme Yuanyun he Sanqu was surprised in the past of Yangchun, and Zeng Kui was a little eight Zun of the painting school. The old chickens and dogs of huaiwang are still alive in the world. < br > in the spring of ancient style, Wu San can't be seen (in modern times, Shen Yiliu) < br > in the spring of ancient style, the moon can't be ancient, and each of them is clear and blue. When I look at the sea, my thoughts lie in my reverie. Cold dew drives high, drowning the white sunlight. The residual warbler, the old spring leek, and the minwu fragrance of Menzi. The three mountains and the old stars gather together to shine on Aofeng square. On the flat stone platform, string poems are in the hall. I've been parting for 40 years, cherishing the cream of Ling bin. Green bird suddenly to, bitter road is very. I'm surprised that I live without a house, and there are thousands of chapters on the wall. When we have tea and smoke, we can make up for the two kings. Chen Fang's secret is that all of us will make the best of it. An de Penglai wind, blowing flowers into the confusion. He holds the olive branch in his hand and flies down the pond. < br > reading Zhou Tui Mi's Weng Kai fa (Modern and contemporary · Shen Yiliu) Si Ming meets Kuaiji, and the art is unique in the world. Orchid Pavilion Yigu Huan, Xuedou visit now Yi. The grass window arranges the front thread, but the ten urn pen fades. There is no ancient, not a grass. In the world, the snake and vermis are used, and the public only retreats, but the density is high. The white goose knows the meaning, and the mountain Yin knows the strict law. So it's time to burn the Yellow court, and the veterans will call for robbery. Thank you for going out and chasing Tu Yi. < br > entitled "the painting of chariots and hats" (Modern and contemporary · Shen Yiliu) chariots are far away, Ma Xiaoxiao, one chariot and one chariot, the present and the past. The horse ascends, meets the old farewell, gets off the car to play the hat roadside Yi. I'll try my best to give thanks to the chariot.

Words

Shuitianyuan (Modern and contemporary, Shen Yiliu) < br > a little rhyme < br > when the white stream of Qu Chan's hermit drizzles, a seven foot coral will burst out. See Du Zhuo horizontal empty, Jian mang Jiedi, early astrology left Zhejiang. In the wind, I live in the West and fly fast. When I ask who is in danger, I can see five colors of wonderful flowers. The end of the pen is refined and ten years of war. Who and? The night before ji'e, Luo Jin Zeng su. To be quick but residual smoke, used to support a hundred robberies, eye empty flowers by falling. Insects boil, light spread, four dynasties end flame, floating graupel Spring Song destroyed. Double tears through the day, Hushan good make up the cold lesson. Chen Xiaocui, a Chimonanthus Candlestick, is half in the twilight. She is disappointed that she has gone to the West and is used to the emblem of Qing Dynasty. At that time, I wrote all over cuilou, and even begged for the title of Yaoye. The old society is nothing. Who is the guide or Wenyuan? At the thirteenth hour of the century, Furong was fighting for the sun, and Fu could fly. The beacon fire has not returned for a long time. Forging the soul of poetry and yellow flowers should be rare. Dream fall Cangjiang, almost late, wake up crazy chew red Wei. The dew is falling and the smoke is falling. The stars are small and scattered. Cold fragrant meal Du, smell Jibei harvest, once won the Tang banner. < br > gaoyangtai (modern times, Shen Yiliu) Shu birds singing smoke, river waves rolling snow, dew flowers playing in tears. When will you fly to Pengshan? the red silk of the wandering scoundrel is short, and it's wrong to follow others and steal from the curtain. Hard to say, limited time, unlimited barrier. It's strange that we are in a hurry and miss the Chinese New Year. Don't rely on the tide's information. It's still noisy when the tide goes. when the laboring swallows die separately, the sea is green and the sky is still long. The former dream is absurd, and the latter dream is lost. < br > Yu Meiren (Modern and contemporary · Shen Yiliu) the green mountain is ready to move and the curtain is fixed. Dream of selling tripod. There is no shade in the forest. From the beginning, we can see that the river goes East and the sun goes West. Penglai has waves, so it's immortal to die. The cocoon is old and the wings are red. Come late and let go of the fishing dragon. Countless flowers and fallen leaves fall into the wind. < br > Ganzhou Dahe and Huang Jingli's younger brother, Chengdu (modern times, Shen Yiliu) < br > take Xiao Yun to fight against the South cuckoo, call the soul of the drafting hall, and the plum blossom moon is at the beginning of the night. Accompanied by a soft flute, Sansheng Qiye blows the sky. When I look around, my eyebrows are all green, and I suddenly fall into a frenzy. Don't ask Xi Lai why, waiting is boring. Looking back on the View Lane, the fireflies were released and the bamboo flute was repaired in the white pagoda. I'm glad to go to the East. He is lonely, Su men's affairs, Guangling Qin and Weijie's howling. Near the end of the world, love is hard to break, tears. < br > in early summer, Chen Bingzheng, the younger brother of Lin Tong, recited songs for Yu's lyrics and recorded the music (modern times, Shen Yiliu) the wind of Azadirachta Azadirachta, the rain of peach blossoms, and Jiang Xuan's slight dip in Shuyang. Heartless grass, several times to block the ileum. Jianxi, Liu Lang. Gengchen, erzhongmen wall. At the foot of Longqi Mountain, there are people holding strings. It's cool in the middle of the night. three years of dreams, a thousand disasters. It's the end of time. Green shirt short sleeve, sad thin pinch neon clothes. Cui Jiugao hall. I'm afraid I'll come back and talk about king Qi. Most unforgettable. He Kan is not old, a song is a window. < br > the flutist remembers Gu Ming, southern Yunnan (modern times · Shen Yiliu) the willows in the garden peep at the yellow, build the Yingsu green, and the east wind moves. There is no place for fireworks. Thin steaming wadding, mist flying, incense boring soul, curtain wave surrounding dream. No idle warbler, gradually born geese, secret meaning by who send. Looking at the western mountain, jealous of the southern country, wandering all day, recording the demerits of Guangdong and Jiangxi. Who is in common. Hometown before degrees, knock poetry month, tea couch can be warm, chisel stone cloud edge, temples light together. most of all, it is a little bit of snow, which is picturesque, and the night waves of Erhai Lake are flowing slowly. Ten years of pingpeng, bijijinma, thousand li Acacia heavy. It's hard to stay in the spring, but it's even more difficult. Wu Jiri, the arm of Chu, was confused several times. < br > cherish Yu Yan's memory of Hu Yihua's society (modern times · Shen Yiliu) spring is red and day is quiet. When the sun is shining, the flute is broken. The dream falls to the east of the river. Travel along Wan'an bridge to find out how many times you can talk. It's hard to find. More endure the Yellow stove, only to the good. Let's have a quick break. He relies on the horse to work, and he is in the north of Hebei Province. After falling powder and remaining fat, it was incorporated into the mourning dowry. My heart is full of hatred. And then he put it together and cut it into pieces. Sad. All over the sky, male and female neon. < br > Guoxiang answers Wang Datie slowly (modern times, Shen Yiliu) < br > Qi Yun and Ji Niandong. The ship of Wu was at the end of the line, and the two places were at the end of the line. The river waves shine on the river, but there is no plan. He began to remember the north of Qinhuangdao, the sea and the sky, and saw the Qingqi. The wind branch altogether Hu Yue, abandons the clip to return, just surges the whale salamander. ten years wandering place, several Xiongguan hanging on the moon, relying on the sky alone. A dream surrounded by mountains, a frost hoof on the wall. thousands of miles of sand painting angle, and blowing, grass waste chicken. If you plant a orchid, you can sing. < br > the moon of the West Lake Shi Shufan (Modern and contemporary · Shen Yiliu) dreamed of the West Lake for ten years. On thin Su dike, Nanping medical Buddha, wine blind poetry chronic. Frost clamp dew ring, see who is stubborn. Silver beard floating like graupel, with sword and gall Qin, heart long secret depression. Listen to Dianmao, kill autumn insects at leisure, and bend to a dish. Yao River spreads beacon every night, and looks at Zuojia mountain in Zhejiang Province, where the dust of war can spread. The short spear Flower Hat, the lone army makes great efforts, Da lanxiong grottoes. Head tens of millions of price, left old double sweet potato wave not ironed, more clean up, shield nose time, drunk to materialism. < br > send Baijiao through Bixiao (modern times · Shen Yiliu) < br > write Weiyun liushuwei. The musk coal is full of charm. Two Wangs have gone, three Tangjiao coax, North matter who return. silver hook and Allium macrostemon, Xuanhao wrinkle stone, flowers and rain. Change the appearance of the husband, open rotten early light. He admires the artist's mind and the poet's heart, and sets up his own banner. the pain of rural blood and tears, the beacon smoke of Nanpu, the atlas of gray fly. To turbulence, empty melancholy, return to the old place is not. When Xianglan is written all over the world, the golden knife is rusty, so it's hard to be hungry. Painting curtain hanging, high lying Chai Ye. There are still brocade bags, pearls, sandalwood boards and spring clothes.

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