Bao Zhihui
Bao Zhihui
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Bao Zhihui (1757-1810), a poetess of Qing Dynasty. The word Zhongsi, and the word fennel, Dantu people.
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Bao Gao's second daughter, Bao Zhizhong's second sister, Bao Zhilan's sister, and Zhang Xuan's wife are among the three poets in Jingkou. Zhang Huiyan's "Beijiang poetry" said that "Zhang Yiren's poems about baopengxiang are like planting flowers in the open space and replanting mulberry and hemp." Wang Wenzhi commented on his poem: "the law is more detailed than the bell, the bone is heavy, the spirit is clear, and the feeling is deep." At that time, talented people, such as Yuan Mei, the great historian of Taishi, and the great masters of the law of offering sacrifices to wine, all highly praised it. Zhihui wrote a number of volumes of Qing Yu Ge Yin manuscript, which was handed down to the world.
Poetry
[Qingyu Pavilion in the evening, admiring Fang Mei]
The sky steps drizzle, and the high Pavilion is hot.
Hongying driving long bridge, cloud collapse and smoke island.
The frogs are noisy in the attic, and the birds are singing.
Wandering moving far feeling, Chi Su after years of resistance.
In the past, when I was in love, my boudoir was my partner.
Happy to read the book, tired of weaving between the window.
Red banana in fine characters, white ramie in new words.
The star frost hastens the hair at the temples, gathering and dispersing.
How can I look at the sand in the sunset.
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Climbing wood to the end of the tower
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How can sun and Liu succeed.
The autumn hunting of herdsmen and horses in the plain, and the whole army at night.
The sky is full of sails and sand islets, and the evening smoke is light in the cloud.
Weisheng has the pleasure to visit wantonly. It's sunny in the evening at the end of the wood tower.
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It's a long time since I was born
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Curtain curtain wind warm late spring, and ancient dating and custom sparse.
A few pieces of residual dust short couch, half peak Qingcui down Heng Lu.
Worry with the stream flow is difficult to set, the heart is like the window banana roll not comfortable.
Sand birds fly in the air to provoke hatred. When can they catch the golden scale fish.
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Late moon on Yangzhou Lake
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The wind is fine, the tide is flat at night, and the boat is on the shore.
Weeping willows and water shadow, crows like rain into the forest sound.
Mountain bridge passenger scattered car dust fixed, painted boat stirrup red advocate clear.
But I remember the past in the flowers, and the light of the lake should know the old times.
[evening smoke]
The setting sun is just down, the distant peak is topping, the desert is flat, and the smoke is rising.
A trace of water is sparse and dense, and a thousand strands of wind are broken.
Mists among flowers, birds, willows and clouds lock passenger ships.
Most of all, it is the fishing place of Cangjiang river. It's bright and sunny.
[listening to flute in autumn night]
Wind thin Xiang curtain dew gas invasion, blue clouds scattered Tongyin.
The high-rise building leaning on the moon, whose flute, guest house startles the heart of autumn night.
Saiyan Qingyin should be heard together, Jiangmei old rhyme can not be found.
Mid night leads to sleeplessness, and the situation is bleak.
[curtain hook]
The eyebrow marks cover the mist, and the shadow casts smoke near the Qi cluster.
Pull the rhinoceros at an angle, and leave the bow in the moon.
Don't be surprised when the fish's key hurts the spring, but when the shrimp is in the wine.
Who can see the apricot flower fence, wandering on the east wind.
Clearly break broken jade chain, hairpin shares also knock tortoise shell bend.
I'm willing to invite half a face, but I don't want to be a servant girl.
Empty boudoir like throwing flow yellow speed, across the hospital frequency peep Qu Xu leisure.
Not lock Fangchun lock hate, a panic across Pengshan.
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