Luo Qilan

Luo Qilan

Luo Qilan is a poetess in Jiaqing of Qing Dynasty. Peixiang word, No. Autumn Pavilion, Shangyuan (now Nanjing) people, a Jiangsu sentence Rong people. Jiangning Zhu Sheng Gong Shizhi's wife. Early few, less delay chant. Yuan Mei and Wang Wenzhi are disciples of poetry. The painting of three peony flowers was made by Zongyun Shouping. You like to paint orchids to express your loneliness. There are self-made "picture of Peilan" and "picture of women in autumn stirrup class", which are rarely written. The style of the characters is elegant, the backbone is pitiful, the characters are clear and common, all of which can be recited. He is the author of listening to qiuxuan's poems.

Poetry

Preface to listen to qiuxuan Poetry Anthology: Ji Shuye thought there must be something about immortals, Han Changli thought there must be nothing. Since the beginning of the contract, there have been many people connecting with immortals. As for female immortals, they are especially well-known in the world. Although I was a woman, I was born with poor quality, and I didn't think I was immortal. Therefore, when I read Cao Yaobin's poems about immortals, I was always in my heart. He was so shallow that he could write like Yao bin. There are only 20 chapters about women's Fairy Travel. It is also so few that the selfishness of the scene to Yuner.

On a moonlit night

Jiao Yin rhymes, chess in mid life. Black and white as before, but win and lose more often. When he ponders deeply, his emotion turns to confusion, and jingjizi is silent. The day will dawn and the number of stars will be clear.

[dengmu terminal building]

I'll take the wine alone, and I'll take it with me. Jiang Guang's first rain, and the mountain's desire for autumn. hegemony with the flow of water, lonely city from dusk worry. Outside the smoky trees, the shadow of the sails falls on Guazhou.

Against the snow

When you climb the stairs, you are lazy to recite poems on the snow, and when you lean on the railings, you have some thoughts. No wonder that the world is easy to grow old, and there are white heads in the green mountains.

[climbing to the sky and taking a rest in the white clouds]

When you are in the clouds, you can't see the clouds. When you climb, you can forget the sun. When I look back, I want to find the way, only the sound of spring can be heard from the trees.

Over old houses in Yangzhou

Weizhou is heavy in Lvyang City, and the gate and lane are depressed. When a neighbor meets me, she should know me. She once heard the sound of reading. he once made the makeup Pavilion into the poetry world, singing to the end of the night every day. Twelve years ago, I saw the sentence on the wall with tears.

Paintings

Chinese PinYin : Luo Qi Lan