Huang Benqi

Huang Benqi

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Huang Benqi, a native of Ningxiang, Hunan Province, was born in 1808. He was the grandson of Huang Lilong in Qing Dynasty, the son of Huang Xiangnan, the brother of Huang Benji, and the father and son of Huang Benqi. He was a famous poet in Huxiang. He wrote the draft of thirty six Bay cottage.

Catalogue of works

The first volume of chronicles, the first volume of chronological records, the sixth volume of chronological records, and the sixth volume of chronological records are included in sanchangwuzhai series and the collection of ancient and modern historiography; the tenth volume of thirty six Bay cottage manuscript, the fourth volume of Xianmu record, and the 24th volume of Yizhang county annals and the 16th volume of Qianzhou hall annals. Deng Xianhe, a scholar, called his poems "colorful and wonderful".

Personal life

Female Huang Wanyu was a famous poetess at that time.

Poetry

Yudu waguankou

The river is overcast and the day is not open, so the ferry passenger Pei will come back. When the cold current drizzles, the sand comes out, and the rain comes from the mountain. The clouds and trees are scattered, and the smoke is surging on the building. when asking for love, they are often asked by plum blossoms and urged by Dongfeng.

Hukou to Wuxing

In the morning light, the weavers of the Pearl River raise their eyes and wake up tired. Tiaoshui half dowry cloud white, Bianshan a corner of the rain green. Fish blowing maple leaves, clear waves, people stepping on reed flowers, snow covered ting. The seventy-two lous sing and enjoy the scenery all over the place, while the tower in Zicheng looks at the pavilions and pavilions.

Visit Taixu cave with Mr. Lanpo in autumn

In this state, the houses are desolate and the Yelang county is old. The mountains around the city are very rare. The crux of his life's pitfalls is not to be solved. Explore the autumn to accompany the staff, and walk slowly behind the elder. When you step on a dangerous stream, you look up on a hill. Ling Xu crept into the cave, ah ran Huo Ling Dou. When you smile, you will feel like a lonely person. A shell of snails is round, and a half moon of toads is enough. the smoke and vines linger on the screen, and the clouds and flowers rot on the embroidery. Shrink to see deep, tumble wantonly. You can fly in the sky. Practice sound Peng Gong, pick clothes Yong Ji. It opened in the middle of the river, as deep as the open hall {Guangliu}. Wunai is a chizhiluan, but it's time to see a mongoose. You can visit langhuan with the key, and visit the sand to the sentence {corpse rain}. When a lion roars in the forest, four cows roar. It's the best way to get through the sun. The curd is high and low, the strange stone is wrong. the shoot is sharp and withered, and the pen is suddenly sharpened and thin. Like a thirsty horse, like a flint, like a desire to fight. the majestic and strict bun of the Brahman king is as swollen and ugly as the female tumor. Lying rainbow suddenly flying, a cross clear. The sound of gushing and flowing, and the music of leaves. The depth of the pole is unpredictable. Who will be the bottom of the block. He was afraid of waking up, but Lvjing didn't dare to gargle. It is known that there is a different universe in the cave. It is a kind of flying seal. Fengbo word disappear Shen, and the word is full of crack. Draw a picture of your stomach and read sentences. Mr. Wang sits at the entrance of the cave and teaches from a distance. scratch the moss, rub the money, Gufen attack the sleeve. In the morning, the mountains are low, and the woods are thin. go out of the cave, follow the direction of painting, and keep the steps. Looking back at Yu cangcang, the sparsely bell delivers the spirit vulture.

Yuanzhong of Xinfeng Temple

The clouds roll in disorder, the mountains walk, the autumn wind roars. In the five hundred years of the Ming Dynasty, two buttons were suspended in one clock. He wiped his eyes and read the inscription on his waist. The hairpin and Miao seal characters were half dark. It is engraved with the inscription "made in the ninth year of Dade". The five characters can be distinguished from each other. I heard that there was a strange iron wood son, who was the successor of the emperor. Ox horn, river and mountain, wind chasing deer, horse gap vicissitudes, cloud magic dog. How can a Mountain Ghost worship his head and head at night. The niche is green and shining. If you want to go, don't rub it for a long time. I sit by the clock and smile. How can I praise immortality. there was a bell in the Tang Dynasty when the mountains were opened. Who would like to know more about Yang and yin. Rust deep Pu pigeon leaves spot on the day, voice silent, Cang whale shut up in autumn. I was at a loss when I was touched by the ancient bosom, and I was in the woods when I was cold.

Snow walk in Hebei Road

Tongling has won the battle of frozen throat, and the nine counties and Qizhou have seen it before. snow flies in the night, burying the White House, ice layer and crossing the Yellow River in the morning. In autumn, there are few people gathering in the wild, but the ancient chivalrous people are more generous. only athletes can't shoot geese when the wind blows.

Crossing Jiujiang and looking at kuanglufeng

He was unable to return to the north, and the boat passed Xunyang alone. Kuang Jun's resistance was far away from him, and his banners were lined up to fight against him. In the sky, the smoke from the furnace is straight, and the ground is covered with clouds and brocade. As the river turns around, it embraces Fei Dai, and its graceful shadow moves the crystal light. He is passionate and beautiful, but he is silent and confused. He never made it for a long time, lonely and poor. Boat return around the foot of the mountain, clouds, flowers, sails and leaves with low. I love to see mountains and mountains and forget God. The curtain of the waterfall hangs on the cliff, and the sound of the wind sounds in my ears. You can drink every day, and you can wash away your worries. When Huo xiuyao stands before him, Shenfeng borrows his words from Madang.

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