Bao Rong

Bao Rong

Bao Rong, whose name is Deyuan, is an important poet in the middle Tang Dynasty.

Life of the characters

He is an important poet in the middle Tang Dynasty. There are 196 poems in three volumes in Quan Tang Shi and one supplement in Quan Tang Shi Bu Bian. Zhang Wei, a poet and poetic theorist in the late Tang Dynasty, wrote a picture of the poet's subject and object. He respected Bao Rong as the "master of erudition and magnanimity". He was juxtaposed with Bai Juyi, the "master of education", Meng Yunqing, the "master of elegance and uprightness", Li Yi, the "master of seclusion and uprightness" and Wu Yuanheng, the "master of beauty and strangeness". It is one of the "six masters". In Song Dynasty, Ouyang Xiu and Zeng Gong also appreciated his poems.

Representative works

Volume 485_ "Ancient" Baorong and nuluo send pines and green flowers. If you marry your husband in three or five years, you will get married early. Su Su Yang Yan Li, Ling Ling Qin se chapter. Gong Chengcai sacrifice, dare to follow the same car virtuous. The bright sun does not leave the scenery, the good day is like the passing river. Worry heart suddenly move love, flower appearance no return Yan. Green sleeves, bright pearl powder, green stage, green money. A new man is as easy as a jade, but a broken harp is as hard as a string. Thank you for Huamu, in front of Rongjun Xiangge. Is it not bitter to be shaken down, but precious to be connected with the roots. I hope you can see me in my twilight years. volume 485_ 2 "Xiao Shi Tu Ge" Bao Rong's several pieces of gauze in August, the colorful dragon attracts the Phoenix. Xiaozai, Xiao Xianmu's father and daughter, go back to Yujing with the immortal. The fairy road is far away, the smoke is heavy, and the woman's clothes are pure and pure. The beard is bright, the clouds are bright, the emerald is bright, the Qionghua is cool. The red appearance of the exposed trace and the smoke trace is suspicious of the early heartbreak of the Qin palace. This day, every time in the northwest, Zixiao cave guest Xiao Yan Wang. volume 485_ "The song of meeting the immortals" Bao rongmeng is very gentle. He is calm in his words. His ears ring and his eyes disappear. In silence, the flowers are woven in brocade, the queen mother comes from Kunlun, Maoying and Wang Fangping are on the side. the green hair immortal bird holds the brocade amulet. I'm writing to the queen mother of ah Huan's daily life. When I first knew that there were many things about immortals, I was more than a thousand years old across the river. Detailed jade word, more happy, Yaotai moon to fall to the ground. the crown and sword are low and dancing frequently, and the ceremony is as good as the affairs of the king and his officials. Wish to talk about xiaoxianyi, Xu feiqiong's name, Dongyin jade chime. Happy queen mother, a long life wine. Bi Hua is drunk, the spirit is full of vitality, smile and give the two sons a recipe for longevity. Before the second son could express his thanks, the emperor came down. volume 485_ "Mrs. Li's song" Bao Rongyu's boudoir is full of flowers, and the alchemist comes to the lady at night. Luxuriant half dew Hibiscus color, slim will period around the body. As beautiful as March and may, it is hard to get close to. Dai Hanxi didn't say anything. Who can ask about the sorrow of spring and autumn. When you want to smile as if you were alive, the dust of song is holding silk in the air. God did not come to see each other in a dream, and the emperor was more sad than his early death. the desire for love, which lives and dies, flows eastward for thousands of generations without backwater. The palace leaks, the night goes to the morning, the smoke dissipates, and the sorrows disappear. volume 485_ "The water hall gathers the song of Ling" Bao Rongyu crows red light, the sound of the tide enters the palace, and the shadow of the palace is cool. The fire and dew roll over the Hengtang, and the golden dyke is soft. Beauty lotus dress, lotus makeup, catkin lingering fog dragon boat. A long song of picking lotus, green silk eyes catching mandarin ducks. volume 485_ "Mr. Zhou painted the song of Dongting" by Bao Rong, a guest from the south of the Yangtze River. He is a native of water and a home of boat. He can know the earth with his pen. when you are free to divide the water of Chu into Danqing, you will not go down to this hall and face Dongting. The water is not flowing, the smoke is not moving, and the mountain is blue and heavy. The emperor should be sad and graceful, and the guests seem to have a beautiful dream. In June, the fire shines on the clothes, and the heart of fasting is still, listening to the sound of the ripples. Lin Bing shakes the mirror, the water blows the mat, the sun lies alone, the autumn wind is clear. Because you don't go out of Dongting, I doubt that you have a long way to live. Where is Mr. Yuhu? volume 485_ "The song of rainbow and feather clothes" Bao Rongyu's window is light in the afternoon and bright in the morning. It is said that the emperor and his grandson have their own handwriting on the machine. Sometimes they complain that they have nothing else to cherish. So Emperor Wu was tired of Yunshao, and the gold needle and the sky silk were fluttering. five voices write out what you see in your heart, and the stone is noisy in the jinbailiang hall. Who should I give this dress to in spring? The female of Qin is as light as a swallow. The fragrant wind is accompanied by many colors, and the pearl is connected with the filament. in front of my eyes, I mean sanqingke. The stars are white around me. Luan Feng has a voice but she can't see her body. She goes out of the palace to follow the actor. Gods like the moon, only hope, yaohuachi first few melancholy. When Qiao mountain is closed and the song is not finished, Dinghu lake is startled by the Whitehead waves in autumn. volume 485_ "Yu Xing" Bao Rong said that when he was reading, he looked at God and pursued after him like a dream. Dream is not without trace, who is bothered with. Lu Sheng, Xu Qilin, Chu Kuanglang, Ge Feng. The words of Ruan's family made him mourn on the way to poverty. volume 485_ 9 "mountain tour" Bao rongbai's road is deep in the clouds, high in the clouds and narrow in the road. From time to time, visitors from heaven leave their way to the world. the deepest part of the fireworks is the hollow thorn in the well. It's cold in the sky, and the stone spring is closed. deify all spirits set, the heart of a contract. Who knows the Ruan family. in the end, Taigu people asked the age of pines and cypresses. volume 485_ There are many travelers in baorongyu street of Sui palace, who are sad about the spring breeze. The old generation of Chu, farming Yangdi palace. Scattered pool platform potential, high and low corn. volume 485_ 11 "two immortals" Bao Rong, Kunlun nine story platform, on the stage the palace city is precipitous. The West mother took the map and offered Yushun to the East. After the completion of the ceremony of Yu palace, he went back to drive the immortal. The people on the twelfth floor lead the music to the sky. Pei went back to Fusang road and was born in the daytime. Green bird does not come, Magu break the letter. I know the East Sea. Who can ask. Langfeng Qige is thousands of feet long, and Yao water flows westward to twelve cities. He once saw the prince of Zhou Ling, who played the Sheng under the peach blossom. volume 485_ "Huaiyuan people" Bao Rongshi: he travels far in the sky, and his guests are like clouds. Floating clouds do not know where to go, like I long Wang Jun. when will Nanyin be heard when the Han River is high in autumn. Yao grass is hard to send far away, and the west wind is dense. He is always afraid of traveling in the mountains. Never tired of sitting late, wind and rain startle gentle. volume 485_ Baorong, the "true man of Huaiyin", is a man who lives in the mountains and enjoys leisure. Feather person apricot blossom hair, lean on tree red qiongyan. the flowing water is far away from the dark, and there is a shade in the shade of nvluo. But thinking about the world, I'm afraid I can't return it. It's hard for birds to fly far, but it's not easy for clouds to clear in spring. But fear five hearses, there are mountains on the mountain. volume 485_ Bao Rong, a hermit in Tongshan road in late autumn. The clouds disperse at dawn and the birds sleep at sunset. the master escapes the name, the crane hair lies in the empty valley. Wild words are true wind, mountain appearance is suitable for ancient clothes. He likes to be silent and is proud of Xihuang customs. Autumn window light sparse fireflies, cold dog bark wood. stay here in Chaoyin, and stay in the sky. Now I remember this time, I feel sad. When it's clear night and day, the deep bamboo comes out of the secluded road. Thank you wanhuhou, I will be ashamed of Ganlu. volume 485_ 15 "feeling" Bao Rongyu's heart is not far away, and he has to recall things. Open ancient river on Huai, east flow when interest. Green hill road in front of the gate. Xiao Meng cloud moonlight, over the autumn orchid color. volume 485_ 16 "through the tomb of the Qin emperor" Bao Rongyi left gang Qingqiu pan, right ban Baihu Ju. Who knows this tomb, ZuLong is in it. don't be one day, go down to Sanquan road. The Pearl blossoms, the blue bird, the jade shadow shines on the white rabbit. Shan and he have changed their surnames, and everything goes with them. Steal Mausoleums in the daytime and burn trees in the winter. Alas, death is a tool for abandoning one's body. The dead are no longer known. Look back at the Chinese tomb. volume 485_ "Leaving the old mountain to the outskirts of Mencius" Bao Rongyi has no sharp edge in choosing wood, and no skillful fiber in admiring fish. How to take the middle road poverty by oneself without measuring one's strength. the former is never tired of farming and never leaves his parents. Today, thousands of miles away, my heart is not in the body. You have a loving mother's heart, only wish you can be like a man. How much can sericulture do? Clothes are always new. a meal spits silk, who see this hospitality. Don't go back to ploughing. Burn the wheels with fire. volume 485_ 18 "leave Du Yuanwai style prescription" Bao Rong, the east wind blows the journey bosom, the hometown dream does not have the night. I'm ashamed to see the scholar's Academy, but I want to go back. The sea and the mountains are deep, and the dust is no longer necessary. Whirling is not in this, buckling without string arc. He felt compassion and respect, and he was alone in the corner. When the Phoenix comes, who will use the rooster. looking back at the nine immortals gate, the royal family is in the jade pot. I don't want to say goodbye to the people of the sea. volume 485_ Baorong, the Great Wall, was born by the Duke of Inner Mongolia and was wronged by the Qin family. Misfortune is in the wall, and the root of it is within ten thousand li. When the city became a city, six countries died, and the palace opened thousands of doors. If a stranger is half earth, what is the use of air. but there is no kindness in the world. Throw sand and embrace the sea, and you will not turn it over for a long time. The cold day is easy to dusk. Dead bones run through decaying iron, and words are in the sand. At the foot of Lishan Mountain in ancient times, I feel sorry for the wild fire. volume 485_ "Cai Pingxi's farewell to judge MA in Heyang" Bao Rongyi was in the East army for four years. He met Qie Xiyan in front of the army. Looking for the cunning rabbit, I can see that the demon shooting star falls nine days. On the river, Liuying returns to the drum horn, and Heyang Huafu looks at the gods. The autumn wind is bleak and drunk, the white horse is hoarse, the frost geese call smoke. volume 485_ "Send to Fuzhou to engage in Yin Yaofan" Bao Rongyi, a famous poet, has been crossing the mountains in cold and light conditions, with unique images, and Haicheng Pavilion like a pot. After entering the market several times, she has been a partridge all the year round. Thunder makes sword and dragon know whether to go, tiger, Yi, cloud and crane come. He Xi's two rounds of visits to the sick man.

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