Liu Yan
Liu Yan
Liu Yan (1048-1102), with the name of Weiming and Yunlong, was born in Anfu (now Jiangxi). Yuanfeng Jinshi. He learned about Emei County in Jiazhou and changed to a doctor of Taixue. Yuan Fu, into the southern suburbs of Da Li Fu, in addition to the Secretary province Zhengzi. In Huizong's time, he changed his works to Zuo Lang and made a real record review. He died in the first year of Chongning at the age of 55. The history of the Song Dynasty is well-known. He has 32 volumes of "longyunji" and one volume of "qiangcun series" and "Yunlong Yuefu".
A collection of Liu Yan's Ci
Baodingxian
Thick Yin accumulation, wide open field, will return to warm. Still feel, early plum still, clear and bright branches gather dawn tree. Nongji
Shadow, do fat coagulation Xiangdi, Qiong cut fiber flower competition spit. For a few gardens, Fangfei news, because of the spread.
Take the secondary trees and wait in the courtyard. You should be good at walking alone. Long so afraid, Shouyang makeup, Gu shot ice skin into dark envy.
Xiaoxingwu, gongtaoxi, kuali, a sudden storm. At this time of the year, the East emperor was the first to win.
It's like the spirit in the snow. It's used to relieve the annoyance, and the tourists chant. If you want to give it at that time, who will pay for it. Drunk eyes and hate
Same as cloud blocking. The sound of drawing the horn is coming to dusk. If you want to be different, you will be able to achieve success. If you want to quench your thirst with soup, you still have a way to go.
Dongxian song
Desolate Chu Nong, the passenger's intestines have been broken. The waves roll in the autumn and the Huaidian is dark. Last year, it was still today in a lonely boat,
The body is far away from the clouds.
Do not come to Dan pillow dream, several Cangzhou, Haoyue now for who full. Unfortunately, there is no reason for her to suffer, but she is beautiful
The jade house is half empty. When the sails are broken by the westerly wind, when the time comes, we should clear our eyes.
Jin Mingchun
Baoli Yanhong, changchen Kaitai, Songyue Chuling special. Talented people do not have enough time to do amazing feats.
Holding the local books, the air is flowing, like the immortals in langyuan, one after another. Zong Zimo's article is like the tone of talent, and suddenly feels the sound of thunder
The ground.
Water dragon singing
Yu was relegated to live in Huang. On the 17th of the first month, I dream of crossing the river by boat, looking back at the middle stream, singing and music in the building. People in the boat say:
Gongxian party also meets visitors. This is the word for different senses. Gongxian was already an official in Suzhou
The boat cuts across the Chunjiang River, lying on the green wall and rising from the red chamber. The cloud laughs, makes the gentleman high meeting, the beautiful woman half drunk. The pillar in danger, the string in sorrow,
More than the sound of the song, lingering clouds around the water. The old friend's elder brother is still in his infatuation. He looks back in the smoke.
Push pillow lost, but the empty River, the moon. Five lakes heard, boat back, still carrying West. Yunmengnan
Zhou, the South Bank of Wuchang, should be remembered in the past. In my romantic dream, I came to see you.
Man Tingfang
The carving plate of fragrant osmanthus, the ice sheath of cold life, and the painting hall are different from the scenery. The host's affection is heavy, and the banquet is full of red makeup. The greasy jade round rubs the plain neck,
Lotus root silk is tender, new weaving fairy clothes. Double song, empty eaves turn to the moon, lingering charm is still melodious.
In the world, where there is, it is common, should be called ordinary. There is a madman in the seat, upset and sad. It's reported that Jinchai falls,
Ten fingers dew and spring shoots are slender. I once saw that Song Yu was better than Song Yu, and I imagined that the Tang Dynasty was high.
Prelude to Water Melody
This song is for others. If you are too sad with your words, you can make peace with them. It means not to leave early,
Cloud ear comforted by the joy of retreating and following each other
Anshi in the East China Sea, engaged in temples Jingqiu. It's hard to say goodbye to middle-aged relatives and friends. Once it is successful, it will be approved
East also Haidao, help sick into the west state. Yazhi sleeps xuanmian and sends his last hatred to Cangzhou.
At the end of the year, we must plan early, and we must have brown fur. When you go back to your hometown for thousands of miles, you often stay late. When I'm drunk, I'm drunk
You must help me, but wine can forget my worries. Liu Xuande was a relative high-rise man.
Manjianghong
Yu Dongpo was in Qi'an. Blame his leisure. I asked, said: I married Liu, three days away from the official. Wu Gu
Not sad, and worry about Liu can not forget to advance and retreat. I'm happy to share my worries. If I'm rich, I'm happy to be safe.
He ordered his servant to sing songs about the red river. The lack of sigh is the second rhyme
Looking for happiness and sorrow, the river is green in spring. Wuxia dream, so far empty, chaotic mountain screen cluster. What is boluan with virtue
Yao, Pai Piao not enough, Qing Huan foot. Gradually charmed, brilliantly shining, blue jade.
In the dream, the heart music. Where the intestines are broken, it's up to him. Wen Jun's son-in-law knows it or not, laughing at your humiliation. Don't you see Zhou Nan singing Han
Guang, master of Tianjiao, Xiu Qiaomu. Then he would hold the harp in his left hand and sleep in the clouds.
Manjianghong
Jianghan comes from the west, high-rise buildings and deep green grapes. You bring your own, min'e cloud wave, Jinjiang spring. You are Nanshan's last love
Guard, I want to return home for the sword. It's hard to be merciless to the scenery here.
Jiang Biao Zhuan, you stop reading. I'm sorry to be crazy. Empty island to parrot, reed flower bleak. Not only laughing at the scholars, but also fighting for the bottom
Cao Gong and Huang Zu are all adrift. I wish to serve the emperor, return the poem of banishment to immortals and pursue the yellow crane.
Manjianghong
(dongwuhui liuhuai Pavilion)
Dongwunancheng, new dyke solid, ripple first overflow. Hidden everywhere, Changlin Gaofu, lie red pile blue. The flowers on the branches blow away
Also, with you more to the river head. How much spring does it still have.
Official affairs, when to finish. Outside the storm, there are not many days. Phase will be full of water, the city out. Don't you see the Orchid Pavilion
At that time, all the people who sat on the seats were proud. Up to now, Xiuzhu is full of shade and empty traces.
Manjianghong
(on the 13th of the first month, Wen An was sent back to Korea)
Heaven is merciless, and heaven is understanding and loving. Spring to warm, toward the end of things, still floating light snow. Jun Guo Chun Lai Yu Group
Shou, I should go back to danquan stone. Fear of different times, with wine suddenly Acacia, separated by clouds and mountains.
All things in the world are difficult. A healthy man should have a white head. It's hard to find this joy. I want to tell my love to a beautiful woman,
The tear has already coagulated the double eyelashes first. However, when Mo Pai and Xin Yan came, they could not read.
GUI chaohuan
"I dream of a boat floating in the sky. Snow waves cross the river, thousands of hectares of white. You can see Lushan Mountain in your eyes, and you can see countless green walls in the sky. "
It's a dream. However, the poem said: "when will the boat shake, and when will the Lushan Mountain be full of eyes?"
I dream of a boat floating in the sky. The snow waves are white. It's Lushan Mountain in my eyes. It's surrounded by countless green walls. this life
Long and continuous. I am a guest of Jiangnan with you. In the middle of a dream, you can enjoy it and throw it as a shuttle.
Tomorrow the west wind is still hanging. Sing my new words with tears. After all the spirits were gone, the mountain of Chu was empty, and the orchid of Fengyang was colorless. Juncai
Like a dream. Wuling is in the southwest pole. Zhu Zhi Ci, do not shake the new singing, who is the ancient and modern separation.
Flowers in the rain
Reward. To September, suddenly open a Chiba. In the rain, the wine was specially made.
This year when the deep courtyard flowers, all day east wind, Dangyang tea smoke. But there are green moss grass, catkins and elm. In the west of Daocheng,
Long corridor ancient temple, the first famous garden. There is Guoyan with wine. Tianxiang dye my face, stay for me.
After the Qingming Festival, there is no place for the remnant red, and tears are shed in front of you. Autumn evening, a branch of what, still to me. Gao huichat
In pursuit of the short scenery, Qing merchants have no time for Yu Yan. It's better to stay and take it, and give it to next year.
Main works
Collection of dragon clouds
Chinese PinYin : Liu Yan
Liu Yan
