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The true mountain people, who died in the Song Dynasty and lived in seclusion and seclusion, call themselves mountain people. At the same time, Li Shengqiao sighs that he deserves to be his ancestor Wenzhong Xishan (zhendexiu), so people suspect his surname is Zhen. Or cloud name Guifang, Kuocang (now Lishui, Zhejiang West) people, Jinshi at the end of the Song Dynasty. There is no exact test. There is a collection of zhenshanmin's poems. See "Song Ji Zhong Yi Lu" (Volume 15). Zhenshanmin's poems are based on the anthology of zhenshanmin's poems of song and Yuan Dynasties by Pan Shiren of Ming Dynasty, the anthology of jiachangtai of Qing Dynasty (with Fu Zengxiang's postscript for short, jiaqingxiao) and the copy of Sikuquanshu of wenyuange. A new collection of poems is attached at the end of the volume.

Selected Poems

Living in seclusion

Songgui, xiaopengqiu, Shanye, fengwangya, and yanzishe in spring and autumn. It's hard to hide the bald from the old, but it's easy not to worry. In the past few years, he has been hoeing his hands, but he has not been bowing to the Duke.

Spring Festival

More than freezing snow early dry, early sunny day suddenly greetings, people new years, spring old heaven and earth. The smoke is green, the willows are green, the grass is burning, and the east wind is not thick or thin. Follow the example to Hengmen.

Guangji Pavilion at night

a pavilion embraces all things, and the dangerous hurdles are far away. White sand is hard to recognize the moon, yellow leaves are easy to frost. The birds are flying on the islet, and they are sailing in the wild. Lonely chant who is company, fishing flute from the waves.

Kofukuji

In order to get tired of the noise of the city, I came here to sing poems. The mountain road is quiet and the gate of Huaying temple is deep. the pavilion is solemn and the pond is pure. SONGFENG is also a good thing, seeing off guests from Qianlin.

Xiakuai River Tour

All the way to the top of the mountain, the sky of the river with sunset. The sound of cicadas in the wind is uncertain, and the shadow of waterbirds flies together. Xiaosan black cane, light white ramie clothing. Try to call the angler, divide me half.

An interview with Taoist Cui

The bamboo leaves and moss walls, the small danfang under the forest, the wind fixed, the cigarette straight, the moon slanting, the curtain shadow long. The taste of tea spring is different, and the fragrance is easy to show. To live in the dust, to seek a teacher is to be an old man.

Spring outing and Hu shufangyun

The spring is clear and the eyes are bright. Zhan Sheng gets a new pavilion. Tang Zui is lifted up by the wind, and Liu mianying wakes up. it's not green without a cup, but green with a beard. And the day for music, singing do not pause.

Mountain Pavilion for summer

For fear of getting in the way of the wind, Ding Ning should not go down the curtain. All the places are suitable for summer, and people will naturally become inflamed. A thousand hectares of bamboo water and four eaves of pine sound and wind. Among them, there are Youzhi, and most of them are not damaged.

Three mountains travel night

it's better to sit alone than to travel. The low eaves obstruct the moon, and the broken windows sing the wind. Next to the hall, there are three flutes and two drums. Half cup chat self-adaptive, new Li break light red. It's even more difficult to know in the long night when it's cold. Menghun mountain Pavilion pillow, lamp shadow and snow window. be humble and lax, live in poverty and know the world. The bleak wind blows on the bamboo eaves. At dusk, when the sails fall, the dusk rises at the ferry head, and the gulls are moored separately, inviting the moon to sleep together. outside the fishing boat, the sound of the light is beside the passenger's pillow. Leaving huaizheng helpless, Kuang Fu listens to the cuckoo.

Talk at night

When you sit on a futon until the end of the night, you will see the moon lights at the window and the rain at the rock spring. tea is better than drinking, and Zen is a thesis. I'm afraid of the red dust, but I'm afraid of the Panasonic clouds.

Sitting alone

The cold room is tasteless, sitting alone and thinking long. Keep your mouth shut on current affairs, and you'll turn around. There are books to cover old eyes, but no medicine to cure them. If the heart is in the heart, the decline is too late.

Spring day

I want to ask the warbler. If you can't sweep away the shadow of the flowers, the grass roots will grow again. The heart is empty and the body is light. It is the spring breeze that makes Youlan reluctant to fight.

Xiaoxing mountain

Who's the companion when you go out, only about thin rattan line, one or two Li mountain path, two or three Xiaoying. The first day is cloudy and sunny. Where is the monk's house? The bell rings across the forest.

Second season fragrance in the mountains

good mountains are mostly in the eye, but little attention is paid to dust. Wind and bamboo have sound and painting, but Shiquan has no piano. Xu apes divide wild fruits, leaving cranes to guard the cloud forest. It's not a leisure guest. Who comes here to sing.

Spring feeling

chunguangyuan is happy, but I'm worried about spring, but when I see Liu Qingyan, I don't know who is white. Floating like a post, a hundred years old to flow. Lai Youfang's bottle is here. I'll be drunk before the flowers.

In the garden of spring dawn

Let me stand in the shade, and let me walk in the East in the morning. Outside the forest, there is a torrent of rain, and there is a double wind beside the willows. I'm sad, but I'm in a hurry. Mo hen Fang Fei Jin, sunflower and red durian.

Stream line

Xi Xi road is warm in spring. The water is clear, the egrets are clear, and the moss is lost. when the clouds pass, the trees shake and the wind blows. The fisherman's song has never been heard, and he wanders again when he wants to go.

On New Year's Eve, Zhang Meijing drinks

Today is new year's Eve, you can come for me, candlelight red light mat, wine wave green shake glass. Wax with sorrow, spring with smile. We are all alive and well.

Crossing the river and staying in Xiaoshan County

Last night's big river boat, tonight's small post house. A thousand miles away alone, sleeping alone in autumn. It's hard to get drunk when drinking in the city, but don't worry about books in the countryside. There is no historical record in my mind, so I will travel in Kuaiji.

Subaosheng Temple

the bitter chant is not over, only to the two corridors, the moon to the tower without shadow, the wind to duo sound. the Zen Mind is pure with water, and the Buddha's eyes are bright. An Deyun lives by the side and shares this feeling with the monk.

Home for spring

touch the scene more nostalgic, rely on the fence easy pathetic God, flying flowers wandering son, ancient wood old man. When the world changes, the mountains are drunk, and the fields and weeds are renewed. Where is the village? Look back at the dark wind and dust.

Louju

When I have come here with books, I feel less dust, cold eaves, lingering clouds and bright windows. When you hear that the mountain is cut off, the birds in your dreams call back, and the lake and the sea go to Yuanlong, you can guess from the common people.

Lanxi boat

One boat goes down the middle stream, and the westerly winds cross the Straits in autumn. The sound of the oar shakes the dream, the shadow of the sail hangs the sorrow of separation. sunset fish and shrimp market, changyanlu island. Pole people talk at night, bright and strict.

Liu xiukuan, the queen of the army

When you're old, you'll live in peace. The road is poor, the body is tired, the pain attribute is still sad. He has a few stems of snow on his temples, and an empty bag of poems. This is the rule of Confucian clothing, but it's not the right time.

Qingming

Today is the Qingming Festival. There are countless new tombs and more people in the future. if you've ever realized in this life, you can't be happy any more. Don't wait for the grave to be watered and the wine to sing in front of the bottle.

Linjiang Xiaoxing

The sound of chickens in the thatched cottage, the stars in the sparse forest, the grass green in the frost, the mountain green in the fog. Trace to come to Wu, make friends, gather and scatter Ping, floating life is a guest, don't hate wandering.

send

Guo Yue Peng, outside the misty waves and autumn grass, works as a fishing tent. The moon is bright and the reed is cold, and the frost is drunk with the maple. Although the body is from different sources, there is no poor way. If you look up at people's faces, how can you count Hong.

Zhouzhongxiakou

The mountains are like Jasper, and there are azaleas everywhere. When the water rises, it divides the harbor. Stay in the wine market, have a meal and go fishing. Like to get rid of the storm risk, push the canopy to count the dark crows.

Second rhyme Zhang Jianxi Mountain Residence

If you want to go to Gansu without books, don't be surprised. The cloud comes out with the staff, and the mountain comes from the curtain. The pool can be used to wash inkstones, and the fence will not hinder the view of plum. It's still and long, and the pines are standing, and the vines are shining with green moss.

Summer

In the empty window, the summer is cool, the environment is quiet, and the day is long. The color of the tree is clear and the smoke is extinguished, and the sound of cicadas and the wind are restrained. A poor family is an industry, but an old man sleeps in his hometown. The red sun and the Yellow Emperor are busy for the bottom.

Send to Wang Zhongzhai at the end of the year

He is already in a hurry. Who is like this man? Although things are different from the world, the way is not the same as winter. He is old and has a strong heart. He has a red face and a red beard. He has a cup of wine with pepper. Tomorrow will be spring again.

Taoist of Song Dynasty travel together in Baiyun cave

Help Fang waiyou to enter Baiyun pass. There are two or three people leaning on the fence. The sound of chess knocks on the bamboo, and the shade falls between the flowers. A piece of Yao Qin, green Yin born day cold.

Miaoyin Temple

Shi Jing's rhyme the pines are in the shade, breaking through the deep clouds, asking guests to share tea offerings, and every monk is leaning on bamboo to chant. The rat leaves the fragrance seal script, the bird and the pavilion ring sound. A new firefly shines out of the forest. late spring hate youth and old age, no camp, long day, new leaves for green forest, flowers landing fragrance. when the rain came, people were busy with everything, but they made a mistake for Confucianism, and they regretted that they didn't work early. winter snow frozen snow, less birds, deep forest, more leaves. The shadow of the mountain in the cold pond, the woodcutter song in the empty valley. without plum blossom, it is like poetry. Frost wind blowing off the hat, should sigh sideburns silk Po. It's new and cool. It's a quiet place with fireworks. It's autumn dusk in the countryside. There are few people in Shencun, but the rice in leap month is yellow and late. the water is diverted from the canal and the fence is made up of newly woven bamboo. Don't send a noble person to know Yu Li.

Jianglou

On autumn Eve, the tower is high and the ancient city is surrounded, but there is no choice but to rush. The dream wind blows off and the new moon comes. The river is long and the fishing is far away, the clouds are cold and the geese are sad. Tomorrow's Chongyang wine, the yellow flower is still in bloom.

Visit in early summer

Taoist Liu Baiyun accompanied me to the mountain house with his staff. The summer heat was thin and he doubted whether the sky was good or not. Ganoderma lucidum is full of flavor, and flowers and bamboos are also full of poetic fragrance. After the lotus flowers, you can enjoy the cool half couch. In spring, things are new in the east wind. In the early morning, the banana leaves roll and rain, and the doves answer the questions of spring. garden in March, poetry and wine for a hundred years. How many friends are there now.

Stay alone

The mountain monk stayed with me for the night, and I was also like the mountain monk, half a cup of tea, half a cup of snow, and a cup of ice. the wind in the corridor is blowing yellow leaves, and the rain on the wall is dark green. If you can understand the samadhi of poetry, you don't need to take a ride.

Late autumn

Dusk into the outskirts of the river, frost wind two sideburns, flute next month, poetry with autumn high. Xie baonanke ants, left handed claws, solitary lamp bamboo window bottom, sitting in a song.

Li Xiubo Mountain Residence

The common people can't find it. Why should you open your door. Moss and moon lie, mountain rain and spring listen. some of them are white and nameless in history. If you haven't heard about it, you can still sweep the xuanjing. When the cold light is out, I ask you how the night is. Old dreams are green and new worries are white. He used to be a three Yi magpie, but now he's a five Zang turtle. Thanks to Mei Shaoyue, who stayed up late.

The road meets the army and sleeps in the mountain temple

If you want to go to the end of your life, you will find the same thing at dusk. Crickets count the rain, and plantains count the autumn. when I come to my pillow from my hometown, I brow on current affairs and sigh that it's good to be a monk. I don't dare you to complain about the heaven. I'm worried about getting drunk and sleeping. The five poor have ghosts to abuse each other, and the nine turn have no differences. He was afraid of disobeying the new orders, and he had to work hard to save the old land. Lingtai sitting by worry soldiers touch, after a long time frost China peel temples Xuan.

Spring rain

at dawn, the flowers in the eaves are not dry, and the clothes and dreams are dry. The ground is still wet and the wind is cold. When no one is drunk, the golden stirrup rings, and some sleep in green sheets. Peony becomes emaciated overnight, but the bead curtain can't bear to see.

Chinese PinYin : Zhen Shan Min