Huang Zixing

Huang Zixing

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Huang Zixing, named fengweng, was born in Xiuyue (today's Jiangxi Province) and was registered in Fenyi. The grandsons of Huang Tingjian. There is a dream in every urn, which is lost today.

About the poet

Huang Zixing, named fengweng, was born in Xiuyue (today's Jiangxi Province) and was registered in Fenyi. The grandsons of Huang Tingjian. There is a dream in every urn, which is lost today.

Creative works

West Lake moon (from Du ShangDiao) the lake light is cold dipped in glass, the wind is blowing, and the boat is like a leaf. Lotus flower ten Zhang, cloud comb fog wash, Cui Jiao red timid. Sitting around the teapot and cup, the wine is blowing and the waves are red. I still remember that the jade arm is cool, without sweat. He picked up the wall durian to make it scarlet and recognize the pleats. Old travel is like a dream, new sorrow is like weaving, tears are full of eyelashes. Autumn Niang flavor in, how to get to silver life dimple. Thin Shen Yue poetry waist, as if can twist. West Lake moon (Exploring plum) the first crescent moon hanging in the forest, another time in the west garden, exploring plum news. Vermicelli wall households, moss branches exposed pistil, light uniform light decoration. The jade son should have hate, for the disappointed Hope East faint phase memory. Then he released his admiration and flew into the cloud terrace, with this flower falling to the country for a long time. Liu Lang's waist is thin and his body is damaged. He immediately climbs the bar and leans on the flute. Juvenile flavor, flowers and pistils, love fragrance and color. He Xun in Yangzhou is experimenting with dyeing, chanting, and writing. The night is lonely. Congratulations to the bridegroom. Open the calyx of the plum blossom. East emperor, paisu build jade, fantasy Pavilion. One hundred thousand qiongju fairies, come to play in the spring. To drunk, Hosta light fall. It's a mess. I don't know where to go. It's very bad in the world. Blowing in, painting eaves. to Xiaosen. Like Wu Ji, makeup residual powder fingers, hanging to people. It's like the bamboo shoots in Xiyuan are thin and the red brocade is peeled by friends. Don't let children knock. It is planned to make a wine jar of lamb fragrance, call Liu Cha and come to Zui Zun to make an appointment. Recite a good sentence and then describe it. Manjianghong (from the Fuchun Museum in Hunan Province) Jingu is in a hurry, I still remember seeing my old friends off. On the spring river, birds sing, flowers and horses hiss. Love by Yangguan golden thread broken, tears and willow spring silk heavy. Do not count, a few months, Acacia dream. The mountains are piled up and the brows are frowning. Spring a little, return to heart. Ask the wind couple and the moon couple, who can swim from. The hundred Li family mountain will arrive tomorrow, and a piece of fragrant wine will arrive tonight. At the head of any building, the wind blows at the end of the fifth night, and the plum blossom lane. Flower heart (falling plum) who is leaning on the brothel and blowing the flute of relegated immortal. It's a rainy and sunny season when the sky is suddenly zero and a thousand points are still flying. Outside the crystal curtain, the east wind is rising, and there are endless volumes of fragrant snow in the courtyard. The painting appendix is small, and the slanting paving is disorderly. The green moss becomes a valerian. The fragrance lingers. Empty sad looking at the dust, two eyebrows sorrow cut. Green sleeve tears dry, powder forehead makeup cold, this hate who said. Jiang nanchun's letter has no trace, and the lingering feelings lie in the cold smoke and the waning moon. Dream soul far away, blue lamp with people easy to extinguish. xiaochongshan a little red sunset. The white gull flies endlessly, the Chutian green. The fishermen's songs are broken, and the wind is strong at night. Stir reed flowers, flying snow wet forest. a collection of all you in the lonely house. Home is thousands of miles away, dream is hard to find. The wind and moon in the river and lake are good. So the stream clouds, deep with coir hat.

Chinese PinYin : Huang Zi Hang