Guan Kai

Guan Kai

Guan Kai, whose name is Qiufu, is Jiang Tan's wife. In the seventh year of Daoguang, he was engaged to his childhood cousin, Jiang Tan, whose name is Pingbo. In the 23rd year of Daoguang, he was married and lived in Hangzhou West Lake for many years. Married life is more happy. She is well-known in Jiangsu and Zhejiang for her communication with the poetess Shen Xiangpei and Shen Xiangtao.

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Qing Dynasty Zhejiang Qiantang people, word autumn Fu. Zhu Sheng is Jiang Tan's wife. Gongshu, painting, Qin and poetry. They are sentimental, they recite sutras and learn Buddhism. He died early and wrote the story in Autumn Lantern. There are "thirty six Hibiscus poems" and "mengyinglou Ci".

Married life is more happy. She is well-known in Jiangsu and Zhejiang for her communication with the poetess Shen Xiangpei and Shen Xiangtao.

Bodhisattva · xiaiqing returns from piling

Last night, there was a sudden east wind in the small building, and the flowers in spring were in decline. Slanting moon green window low, dream back to smell horse hiss.

Pear flowers are bright as snow. With a smile, he opened the door and said: "last night, I really got home today!"

Her husband, Jiang Tan, wrote a story about their married life, that is, a story about Autumn Lantern, which moved many people.

Works: memories of Autumn Lantern

Daoguang guimao run autumn, autumn Fu come and go. If you miss three times, Zang Huo will sleep. Qiu Fu Wan is in a bun with a falling horse and a red silk dress. In the shadow of the lantern, he laughs and talks about the fun in the new year. When it comes to poetry, I can't get off my tongue. It's said in the early winter poetry that "the snow is heavy on the eaves, and the wind is half an arm". I suspect that it's ah Qiao's pretext, and I believe it. Yu Shigui's tent flies, but he can't sleep when he's tired. In the basin, the fragrance is fragrant and flowing. Qiu Fu asked for a couplet to observe Yu Cai. Yu also wanted to try Qiu Fu's poems, so he was very happy. Yu Shoufu said: "the night of the mandarin duck is green," Qiu Fu continued: "red cloud * * building. The flowers welcome the moon, and the clouds continue for the rest of the time Still want to continue, and the eaves of the moon warm slant, adjacent bell slowly move, outdoor small servant girl has chirped to promote Xiao makeup. Yu naige started writing.

After a few days of staying away from the nest garden, there was gradually moss in the shade corridor. Because of the feeling, he wrote two unique words: "when you feel the dream of red Prinsepia, you can't remember it in the morning. Last night, the wind and dew were heavy. Do you remember the cold weather "There is no one to brush the mirror sill, and the room will not open for a long time. If you want to remember each other, there is moss under the door. " It was thirty-five days since autumn. The group of seasonal green silk, should not be shallow, but also remember the deep night, someone is still wandering, the wind exposed?

The lute of Qiufu is half given. Since the beginning of autumn, he has been abandoned due to illness. Since then, fingering gradually sparse, strong for Li Xi, but with the ball in the sunset red half upstairs. After tuning for a long time, the tone will not be high, and then it will be five emblem. Qiufu cable on the new string, suddenly smoke lost in the air, the window paper to black. Go downstairs to see it, know young maid not ring, fire extension curtain. The beginning of a boy's servant's attack is gone. It's the string of sudden break. Its prophecy is not far away. Kuang Wu, the number of fire, should be the emblem but the end. Is it the language of Qin?

Qiufu uses gold basin to pound sunflower leaf juice, mixed with mica powder, and dyed with paper. Its color is green. Although it is made with clear heart, it can't be better than that. I once recorded a hundred chants of the West Lake for Yu, but I'm sorry to take it with me for Guo Jihu. Ji Hu wrote more than a title of "the painting of writing books in autumn forest", which said: "when a poem is finished, you don't need to write it on moss paper, but you need to laugh and ask for LAN boudoir's money.". Qiu Fu did not work in the book, but traveled to Wei Zibo, the gate of Wu Yishan, and began to study Jin Tang Ge. Unfortunately, after the disease, poor eyesight, can not often brush. However, the figures are pretty and lovely.

Summer night is bitter and hot, autumn is about you Li'an. As soon as he went out, he was thundering and thundering. My servant, please return to the bus. I'll have a pleasant trip. Forever and Nanping, and black clouds four vertical, mountains and rivers Ming he. Russia see white light such as practice, out of the Duxiu Peak, after the day more than Zhang, rain such as note, stop under the big pine. Rain Ji more line, feel bamboo coquettish Sao, Wan cuinongdi, two mountains such as residual makeup beauty, Cu Dai drooping eyebrows, beautiful food. I and Qiu Fu are both watching and walking, and I don't know whether the clothes are wet or not. Chakai Shi was the speaker of Li'an Temple mat, Liufan Yipu, and the painting frame of white lotus was used to see Yi. On the poem written by Qiu Fu, there is a sentence that "when the sky is empty, the color is fragrant, and how can it be Zen without words". Tea talk is both harmonious, and then from yangmeiwu to Shiwu cave, the rocks in the cave row arch, just like a few observations. Autumn Fu An Qin pan Deng, drum "Ping Sha Luo Yan" of the exercise, return to the clouds, stream water answer each other, at this time, a few forget me, two people still live in the world. Russia and the residual heat gradually close, dusk smoke everywhere, return to the car Xu, has been on the Su dike willow tip. On the other day, in front of the leaking bed, the windows were wet, and the child servant locked the door heavily, so he was not seen. As soon as he returned home, he was already in a butterfly tent cupboard, half of which was in the state of Ze. He called on his maidservant to iron it with a Yun cage, and then he began to sleep with five drums.

Qiu Fu likes to paint peonies, but she is quite proud to write. He followed his old friend, Yang Zhu, for a visit, and entered the room of Nantian. Among his contemporaries, Yu thatched cottage and his followers in the morning and evening, Wen Tao and Fei zitiao, Yan Wenqiao and Jiao Zhongmei, who are rich, are always appreciating the leaves and flowers. After Qian went to Yang and died, Jiao Yan and others returned to their hometown. Qiu Fu also worries about salt and rice and abandons her pen and ink. Only Yu Wanfan is a painting brush of all people. His spirit and attitude are the same as those of those years. When I watch it in my spare time, I can't help feeling that my friends and guests are scattered.

Peach blossom is destroyed by wind and rain, scattered on the pool, Qiufu picked up petals to build words, and wrote the poem "Ye Jinmen", which says: "in the middle of spring, the life of flower is as short as spring. The night falls red to blow gradually diffuse, the wind crazy spring does not care The word "spring" hasn't been completed, but the east wind comes suddenly, and it floats all over the ground, and Qiufu is disappointed. "I said," this is really a "wind crazy spring regardless of" carry on! "With a smile.

Yujiu has a green parrot, which is called "cuiniang". The verses were taught by shi'er Xiujuan. After Xiujuan married, cuiniang lost her time in drinking and pecking. One day, I began to wash up. I heard a whisper outside the curtain. It was like a kiss from Xiujuan. When I saw it, I saw cuiniang. Yang Zhi has been gone for several months. Does Cui Niang know about it and remember to teach poets?

Qiu Fu said to Yu Yun: "one hundred years of life, half of dreams, half of worries and half of illness, and half of the days of infancy and old age. The only thing that remains is one or two ears in ten years. The quality of Pu Liu in our generation is not necessarily one hundred years old. Yu Lan Cheng Yun: if you are happy in January, you will get four, five or six days. If you want to, you can understand yourself. " This is true.

He never traveled a hundred miles in his life. In the battle of e river in Jiachen, Qiu Fu's prescription was cold and ill, and he wanted to go further. But the line installs already sends, the yellow head urges me to carry on. When I crossed the Qianjiang River in the evening, there was a hurricane, and I crossed the mountain across the bank. All my servant girls were low, and their eyebrows were gathered. I was depressed and I was in a relative state. I recalled that Zian's preface to Tengwang Pavilion said: "the sky is high and the earth is wide, I feel the infinite of the universe, I feel the sadness, and I know the number of the emptiness." I don't know where to put it. The bright river is in the sky, and the lights are still shining. It's five o'clock when I wake up. If you want to add clothes, and the tent is hanging down, there is no one to answer. When you open your eyes, you will know that you are still lying in the boat.

Autumn moon is good, autumn Fu life young maid negative Qin, put the boat between the two lakes. When I came back from Xixi, Qiufu came out first and met under the second bridge of SUDI. Qiufu Fang Guqin composed the song "autumn resentment in the Han Palace", while the rest listened to it with their lapels. At that time, the four mountains were covered with smoke, the stars and the moon were in the water, the clouds were singing, and I didn't know the sound of the wind. At the end of the Qin music, the lip of the boat has moved to the shore of Yiyuan. Knock at the gate of baiyun temple. The nuns knew each other and sat down to pick new lotus in the pond and make soup. The fragrance is clear and refreshing. You can see it in your intestines. You can see the smell of the world. It's more than the difference of fumigation. Back to the boat to duanjiaqiao landing, Shi bamboo mat on the ground, sit for a long time. The noise in the city is like a fly barracks. The stone pillar on the bridge is the place where the poem was written last year. It is nearly denuded and has no writing. If you want to attach importance to books, you have no book in your heart. At that time, the stars began to fade away, the lake became white, and the city became more and more prosperous. The fourth channel was sinking, so he went away with his harp.

Yu Lian village came to visit Wulin and paid for a jar of Huishan spring. He also sent tougang tea. Cooking and drinking in bamboo stove is like dripping water from Tathagata, moistening 84000 pores, not waiting for Lu Tong's seven bowls at first. Liancun Zhiyu cottage has more than ten days to cut candles and write essays, which are more than lacquer. The end of speech and joy, hunger to drive away. It's been three years since we met. Chang Yi's comments on the poems of the scholars of the Wumen school were highly regarded as the first to hear and see. Jue a was a famous scholar. Before he shaved the Buddha, he polished the bricks for ten years and got the right insight. There are more than 300 plum trees in my house. When the fragrant snow is full, I sit down and meditate. "Yonghuai poem" says: "since I saw Lengyan, I don't read the book of human bran meal." In the past, the old man of jianzhai said in the Huayan Sutra, "the meaning is like a bucket of water, pouring back and forth." I don't understand Huayan, but I haven't seen Huayan. In order to see ah, wait to stop the bed! I regret that I have not seen the whole poem. I heard that the Lotus Village is near the guest piling, so I should ask about it in my spare time.

The sound of wind and rain at night makes the pillow cool. Autumn Fu Fang discharge night makeup, I sit next to the case. Before making the book of hundred flowers, I heard the sound of yellow leaves blowing down the window. Qiu Fu Gu Jingyin said, "yesterday is better than today, this year is older than last year." Yu sadly said: "less than a hundred years old, an Neng wipe tears for others!" It's easy to throw a pen. Late at night, the autumn lotus is drinking, the tile is warm, and there is no fire left. If you want to call the little servant girls, they are all covered in the door, and have been called for a long time. More than the case lamp tea stove, warm lotus seed soup a Ou drink. Autumn Fu Lung Disease for ten years, late autumn cough, must pillow before sleeping. This year, I have strong physical strength. I have a bun in my arms. I often go to midnight. How can I sleep and eat? However, it is still a few days before autumn, and I don't know what will happen in August and September.

I am the plum blossom painting clothes made by the United States in autumn. I am covered with fragrant snow. I look like a green calyx fairy, flying on earth. Every spring dusk, green sleeve with fence, sideburns butterfly, still vivid, I do not know the east wind both go. Sweeping the floor and burning incense is a metaphor for the Buddha's ear. If you can become a Buddha in this way, it is worth the temple and is full of bliss. Qiufu sex clean, there are fine dust, will be married dustpan. Yu Weiju, Wang Qiyun said: "sweeping the floor day by day, the more sweeping, the more unclean.". If you want to be clean on the ground, you can get rid of the handle of the broomstick. " Qiu Fu's death cannot be realized. Autumn pod differentiation is only ten times as good as me. Those who hold on to it are also good at it.

I lived in the lake for ten years, and my parents gave me tens of gold and salt every month. More than to squander, every time to lack, summer Ge winter Qiu, transmitter delivery ransom, open suitcase always empty also. Once wrote a poem to show autumn Fu cloud: "a cold here pity Zhang Lu, no reason to cherish thanks again.". I'm not ashamed that I can still hang the suitcase if I want to It's also true.

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