Yan Kui

Yan Kui

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Yan Kui (1234-1308) was a adherent of the Southern Song Dynasty. Ziyu is a native of Taihe (now Taihe County, Jiangxi Province).

Duanping was born in 1234 and died in 1308. There are eight poems in Quan Song Ci.

Zui Taiping, Shouxu River

tea side water channel. The crane Sutra beside the Qin. The little window is full of eyes. Report plum blossom spring. Xiaoguanjin people. I'm from Los Angeles. Drunk to help his son. The Yellow River is clear.

Qingpingle. Stay quiet

Stay with you. And when it's sunny. Deep in the night, the crane talks among the clouds. Tomorrow's pear blossom rain. I don't have enough love. They are all singing. Twenty four times after the wind, green grass Pavilion.

GUI Pingyao

The spring breeze is blowing. Two swallows enter the eaves. It's a windy day on the lake. Ask the sky where to look. the picture screen of the lake and mountain is clear and blue. Menghua knows the past. The east wind has forgotten its track. The upper part of the wall is green and black.

Silk-Washing Stream

the shadow of dreamboat's silk painting moves. Aquilaria water is like purple smoke. Yu Sheng passed the west of Hualou. the flowers in heaven and earth are bitter, and the green in the mirror is lower than the four mountains. Spring has come again, according to the warbler's cry.

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Yan Ji meets Yue Nu for the first time. The clouds are turning and the wind is turning. Every day turns like a cloud. Chao chao has new white hair. Jiangnan ancient beauty. If you only make a bun when it's new year's day, you'll make it if you do. Never lazy to learn.

Recalling Qin e

water and cloud are quiet. Fear of yellow frost bamboo new worry. New worries are born. Where is it now. The sound of the dragon is lingering in the sky. Tengjiao dances and calls the konghou. Singing the konghou. Listen to blow short, there is no autumn on the river.

Spring is cold in the hexu river

Singing ancient tea, new lotus leaf, who is deep in heavy curtain. East wind 36, to the garden, the cold still envy. How can I see the situation at this time. There is no sound in the sky. It's strange that there are many mistakes in the world. Record painting fan poem, single clothes test wine, dream back to mud. Spring is like a journey against the tide. There is no way to send, no crossing before a long journey. Looking back, I live in Lingbo Pavilion, waiting for the moon tower, covered with fragrance and mist. Go to the south. Stay with the swallows and never teach them in the twilight. But it's a little bit bitter. For fear of being shaken down, they will pay for the storage in the Dutch house. Night make-up with the rain.

Touch the fish. Chenmei

I can't bear the dust of Qintai and spring breeze. Towering crane knee up empty potential, take the second flower Anrui. On purpose. Take the bamboo outside and sprinkle it in the light smoke. The moon is as good as wash. What's more, there's no need for ink and wash. in the twilight of Huatang, take care of the dust tail. It's better to stay in peace. On the west side of the bridge, where the fragrance floats for several times, looking back, it follows the flowing water. Idle people lean on each other. Sigh Mi no Huang Er, changes are like this. I can't afford to be cheap. when there is another God and man, the wind is in good luck, and the shadow is on the window paper.

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