Xiong Lian
Xiong Lian
Xiong Lian (1757? —1822？） It's named Shangzhen. It's called Danxian. It's also called ruxueshan. It's from Rugao, Jiangsu Province. It's a talented woman in Qianjia period of Qing Dynasty, whose ancestral home is Nanchang, Jiangxi Province. Talent, wisdom, life and hardship. Poor family, late for the boudoir school teacher, according to the mother and brother. There are many poems and prose handed down from generation to generation. There are many amazing sentences in the collection, but the words are too sad to read. He has written four volumes of Danxian poetry notes, four volumes of Danxian CI notes, one volume of Danxian Fu notes and one volume of Danxian Wen notes.
Profile
Xiong Lian was born in Nanchang, Jiangxi Province. His grandfather came to visit Rugao and moved his home here. Father outline, work poetry, early death. Lian and his younger brother Hu lived according to their widowed mother. "They are weak in age, love books, can write articles, and are better than men. They are both long and good at learning.". Lian has been betrothed to Chen Zun in Tongyi since he was a child. According to the cloud, Chen Zun's father promised to repent of marriage, but Lian "insisted on not" and died in the Chen family, so "his neighbors called him virtuous.". After getting married, the family was poor and couldn't give them. They lived in accordance with their parents and brothers for half of their lives and chanted bitterly for life. In his later years, he set up an account as a private school teacher. Learning poetry from the poet Jiang pianshi, his poetry is from his life experience, out of the spirit, reading it makes people "sad, as if hearing his voice, as if seeing a person." (Pan Ying, Gao Cen, a collection of poems of the state Dynasty).
Xiong Lian has written four volumes of Danxian CI Chao, four volumes of Shihua and several volumes of poetry, prose and Fu. The poems were copied by his younger brother Xiong Hu, who was studying in the Academy, and spread in the local area. The poem was printed in the first edition of the second year of Jiaqing (1797), with inscriptions by Weng Fanggang, FA Shishan and Luo pin. It can be seen that Xiong Lian lived in the Qianlong and Jiaqing dynasties.
Achievements of works
His works include four volumes of Danxian CI Chao, four volumes of Danxian Shi Hua, and several volumes of poems, essays and Fu. The poems "seeing butterflies" and "chanting fireflies" were selected by Yuan Mei into "Suiyuan Shihua".
Poetic theory
Qian Yong's "Lu Yuan Cong Hua" says: "when (Dan Xian) tasted the four volumes of poetry, it said:" the nature of poetry is like the wind among the pines, the spring on the stone, the sound of touch, the sound of nature. The ancients had their own good points in writing, so we should not hold on to one point of view He also said: "the realm of poetry is the realm of painting. Painting should be steep, poetry should be steep, poetry should be Qu, painting should be Qu, poetry should be far, painting should be far. The spirit of the wind and the spirit of the spirit of the wind are from the beginning to the end, so people say that there are poems in paintings and paintings in poems. "
Character evaluation
Yuan Mei, a writer of Qing Dynasty, said in Suiyuan Shihua: "Xiong Danxian's women are not only good at poetry, but also good at Ci and Fu. So the day (husband) is not the solution, so chant firefly cloud: "the surface light at the beginning of chaos, the shadow before the wind is lighter. It's not clear to people to carry the lantern and the moon. "
Cao Longshu, the county magistrate of Rugao in Qing Dynasty, said in his collection of poems on the female history of Rugao by Xiong Danxian: "Lian Youhui is good at reading and writing poems. He is surprised by the strange sentences in his poems and Fu, and the old man is interested in it. We are all skilled in manufacturing. "
Qian Yong, a litterateur in Qing Dynasty, said in his lvyuanconghua: "all the poems of Dan Xian are wonderful because of their spirit. "The picture of Huang Yuexi begging for food" says: "the countryside is full of old friends, dancing Pavilion and singing feast is not a dream. It's not necessarily that all of us are blind when we meet, because he barks at the quail coat. " Let's make use of the topic and scold the whole world. "
Kuang Zhouyi, a critic of Ci Poetry in the late Qing Dynasty, praised in his Yu Qi Shu Ya: "Xiong Danxian holds the chastity of Bing Bo, shakes the sound of Jin Quan, washes the beauty of spring, and is close to simplicity and firmness Qingliu's pen and elegant voice are experts' styles. Those who regard Xiaohui as a CI are more than going up and down stairs! "
Mao heting, a modern scholar, wrote in the song of Longyou River: "there is no woman's poetry in ancient times, and Lian's article is better than others (Cao's). The female is Dan Xian and the male is Guan Liu (Wang Guan). Donggao's study of Ci is not isolated. "
Selected Poems
Poetry
See the butterfly
Xiaolu zero powder, spring breeze blowing painting clothes,
Light Wan was in her hand, but she couldn't bear to fly.
Firefly
The light on the water is in disorder, and the shadow before the wind is lighter.
Back stirrups and back on the moon, the original people do not know.
Fisherman's Ci
I don't want to fish, but I don't like to get fish.
Change the village mash at will, and the moon will be full of water when you come back.
Drink alone and listen to the sound of autumn.
Village girl
Listen to the singing dove on the soft mulberry branch, and pick up the basket at dawn.
Who has a good spring dream? Half the window is red and the sun is not combed.
Cauliflower
The soil is still full of rain and dew, yellow flowers and butterflies.
It's a period of spring for a poor family to look at the window.
"The picture of begging for food in huangyuexi"
It's not a dream to dance, sing and feast in the countryside.
May not meet all white eyes, with his yellow dog bark quail clothes.
Pillow
Douhua mengmi covers penglu, people lie in the west wind in early July. Disease is like a lonely city, suffering frequently, worry is like disorderly hair.
It's hard to get rid of a book if you don't finish your third career. At this time, the middle age is full of twists and turns.
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Feeling the old
Sigh that I am not free in my floating life, and I am not used to worrying. Weak age has awakened the dream of prosperity, poor life first points of flesh and blood.
If you are old, you will be sick. If you are poor, you will not be in autumn. In front of my eyes are all sad things, several times in the wind tears undercurrent.
When I was in school, I also visited famous teachers from flowers. Greedy to see the moon, hate sleep early, tired spring cloud to go to school late.
Qin case repeatedly chants autumn willow sentence, Jin Jian frequently writes falling flower poem. Now memories are dreams, looking at the old Dongying.
Ci works
"Red lips in illness"
The autumn wind is early in Biwu courtyard. Geese come, looking back at the end of the world.
Several dusk, people to worry in the old. The soul is misty, the cold is more quietly, counting through the screen window.
Memories of qin'e: Leisure
The sound of leakage is silent, and the rain drips in front of the window. Xiaoxiao drop, residual lamp back against the dark wind.
It's hard to find a dream. No one knows the music of Yao Qin. No one knows, white head chants, tears stealthily wipe.
"Bodhisattva man · yuexiakouzhan"
The west wind rustles on the eaves, and the moon is lonely. Cold dew drops cold light, wandering people do not return.
Poetry into heavy self-examination, frequent pity shadow. If you make this life rest, you will never know sorrow.
A hundred word order: on Mr. Wu tui'an's poems in Jiangxi Province
Sad in the scroll, surprised sad, the word poor taste. The price of rice on paper is not expensive.
The lonely River, the barren mountain, the slanting sun and the falling leaves. Hard customer condition, white head not dust tired.
It is said that the past and the present, the wind and the moon are the tears of talented people. The article of mourning is peerless and clear.
It's hard to laugh. There are several sounds to enjoy, but they are only intoxicated. The boundless chants alone, and the Yao Sheng blows through the back of the crane.
Queqiao fairy: reading Wentong's henfu
In the dream of joys and sorrows, on the paper of rise and fall, life is easy to grow old. Life hate color pen write desolate, pass all, sad embrace.
Rise and sink in the present and ancient times, the vast life experience, who asked the vast heaven. The first lover in a thousand years, assimilated, plain grass.
"Hundred word order: feelings"
No reason for the world, two eyebrows worry lock. It's good to burn inkstones and books, but it's good to save the wisdom of Sansheng.
Color pen empty back, Yao Qin slow stroke, are singing cuckoo blood. If you eat high and lie down, you will arrive at the festival.
Let him be a female fool, and enjoy the scene without any trouble. How many romantic figures are there in the prosperous spring dream.
The flowers and the moon are desolate, the articles sing and cry, and there is no difference between today and ancient times. The hero has cold eyes and white hair.
Stepping on the autumn soul
It's gloomy and sad, and it's confusing, unless Song Yu can describe it. If you have doubts, if you don't, you will be afraid of cold hair.
The ancient tombs are floating with phosphorus, the barren steps are being beaten by rain, and the willows of the Six Dynasties are hanging in the West. After several dreams, I was surprised to see the leaves falling one after another.
Butterfly in love with flowers
Lake sea style, the sky makes snow, vast and boundless, where to escape the ordeal. My lucky life is full of twists and turns.
Jishou remote space first mixed pharynx. If you want to tell Chang'e that the moon is covered by clouds outside the flowers, you can't say how affectionate you are.
Qinyuan spring: the independent painting of master Tiaoshi
There is an amazing saying that no money makes ghosts clear with water. Looking at the sky, the night scene is bleak; in the wilderness, the sound of autumn is vast.
If you have a wonderful book in your chest, you can be philosophical in your mind. Besides, why not have a shadow with your form. What else? There are Xi Nang, Jincan and colorful peanuts.
The flow of CI has been drifting from ancient times, and only a thousand words can express injustice. Sighs the blue cloud dream to be cold, the talented person lives miserably; the red world blessing turbid, the upright son becomes famous.
The door is covered with light, the village is covered with bamboo, the wind is cold, the thunder is high and the crane is singing. Who can draw it up? It looks like the pines and the bright moon.
Golden Melody
It's hard to live a miserable life. It's very sad, life and death. How many you Zhen people do not know, orchid fragrance disappear wasteland garden, can't bury, vast loess.
The flower falls the cuckoo to cry sad desire to be absolutely, cuts the light gauze, that is the place which evokes the soul. Quiet in the number of Fangming.
One cry makes three mistakes. So groundless, smart, no difference between the present and the past. Pity color pity just by hanging in, see the sky wind sea fog. Not all of them have entered, and Jiang Lang hates Fu.
I exhale frequently for the beauty, brush the frost, fill the desolate spectrum. Who should complain about the grievance in the boudoir.
Memories of playing flute on phoenix stage: insomnia in illness
Light dim douzhang, leaves ring empty step, virtual wall wind to pillow bottom. Is suffering for no reason, sad to cry. All kinds of old grudges and new worries are in the morning and the fifth hour.
How to ban it, the dream is difficult to become, not yet. So, Shuo bone ecstasy, ask weak breath How can, floating life how many?
Want to fall into the universe, the vast history, how many beautiful heart. It's lucky that people never die. And strong from, embrace by Qing Yin, put the heart high send.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River
Jiangnan is good, carrying wine and listening to warblers. Jinbi tower, Huali temple, melodious Water Pavilion. I like spring best.
Jiangnan is good, red powder is light. Cover the forehead with a fragrant cloud hairpin and write a palindrome with a small clay and gold fan. Palace like blue gauze skirt.
Nanxiangzi·
Painting
Let the crane go to the sky. Who plays Ziyu Xiao across the bank. The indifference of poetry can be described by painting. The broken hat passed the Banqiao in the wind.
Step on Qiongyao. Before selling wine, the snow in the village did not disappear. Smile at where my house is, Mei tip. The fragrant bamboos flutter in bursts.
Su Mu Zha: spring night
The leakage is desolate and the wind is misty. Pear blossoms on the moon, smoke from the stove. A string of ice is still playing. Twelve Ping mountain, Jinzhang people empty old.
There are many tears, but small ones. Three glasses of light wine can relieve the sorrow. Drunk in the hazy sky around. Who is surprised by a good dream.
Chinese PinYin : Xiong Lian
Xiong Lian
