Li Tingrui

Li Tingrui

Li Tingrui (1250-1308) was born in Poyang, Jiangxi Province. Du Zong Chengchun seven years (1271) granted with Jinshi background, when 22. Zhaoqing government was granted judicial participation, but it was not necessary to get on the bus. After the death of the Song Dynasty, he lived in seclusion in the mountains for ten years and was far away from Wu Cun and Xu Rui. In the 23rd year of the reign of emperor Shizu of the Yuan Dynasty (1286), he took pictures of the local religious affairs. Five years. Stand back and wait for the nunnery. Wu Zong died in the first year of his reign. There are three volumes of Fangzhou collection, which are included in Poyang Wujia collection. See the first biography of this episode.

When the river goes to the East, the abalone is fishy, and the general of Chu and the whip tiger drive the dragon. Empty Xianyang fire in March, cast a golden sword artifact. There are few soldiers at the foot of the Cuan, the pass of the Yin Mausoleum Road, and the dark cloud of the moon. Song of Chu B278 hair, Yamakawa surnamed Liu Yi. wake up Yu Ji with weeping, and die with Yi, snow blade flying flower marrow. It's hard not to die when the hegemony is over. The old temple, the old trees in the setting sun and the crow's voice. No questions about the rise and fall of Gaoling. Butterfly in love with flowers (New Year's day). Green cypress, red pepper, green leek. And advised Jin Zun to live a long life. When I was young, I would not look back. light rain, light cold wind, full sleeves, but under the curtain, don't send plum thin. WanDian goose yellow, spring color. Yuxiao blows willows in the south of the Yangtze River. ba Sheng Ganzhou (reminiscent of the past in Jinling) hate the giant spirit, dig the Yangtze River with many things, and eliminate several heroes. Hate Wujiang Pavilion long, Tianji light vent, say and heavy pupil. More hate Nanyang farming old man, encourage purple beard Weng. A shot of Jinling earth, a battle of tigers and dragons. A glass of wine, on the phoenix platform, facing the flowing water of Shicheng and the peaks of Zhongfu. Ask the Six Dynasties mausoleum, where is the trace. The flowers in the back court, even without the sound of the flute. Joys and sorrows dream, willow in Wucheng, several spring breeze. I don't know who can borrow a ladle of spring water from Xuanwu Lake. Cut the ice and cut the rain. Ancient Fuhua City, jade dragon, salt tiger, sunset picture. It was the east wind that blew away in the Ming Dynasty, or the east wind. looking back at the time, Qinhuai River and the green waves are moving eastward. The surging river, depending on the scenery of the mountains, is long materialized. Bi month Qionghua, the world disappear, how much towards the night. Laugh at the black clothes, regardless of the spring and cold, just talk about the rise and fall. nanxiangzi (wuyiyuan) drunk black yaochi. In the misty spring, the sea of clouds returns. The Pearl curtain of the painting building has become a dream of yesterday, who knows. The common people's family has been in trouble for several times. the relative language is slanting. Heartbroken, willow catkins flying. Goodbye, Yulang should not recognize, sad. I was also dyed by the dust. qingpingle (Shuzhou) qiuhuaisao. Lie down and listen to the rustling leaves. The four walls are cold, and the chanting is never stopped. Old grudges and new worries. sparing rain and crows. The moon is still in the window screen. One night the west wind can be tight, and the Ming Dynasty is thin and yellow. It's easy to say goodbye, but hard to see. the trials of a long journey. The merchants are in the twilight. Imagine the dream of Phoenix City, return to saddle every night. Willows go upstairs for leisure. All over the place. When the east wind blows, the rain falls. No peach blossom can fall, just cold in spring. Huanxisha (farewell) a song of sadness of parting. The clouds and sails are misty. The mountains are long and the rivers are far away. Willow catkins in the doldrums, a dream of thousands of miles, peach blossom rippling river spring. The small building drips rain, poor man. Zhu Yingtai near (boudoir resentment) colorful clouds empty, fragrant rain Ji. A dream of a thousand years. The blue front is like smoke, but the fan tries new sleep. At that time, the willows dried up, and the lotus pond was just like today's weather. The mountains are green. Empty Acacia, light sweep eyebrows, Yingying light autumn. The setting sun and the westerly wind ask whether the wild geese have come. Only worry about the arrival of wild geese, and no news, only ended, a haggard. The water tune singer (the deputy inspector of Zhuan temple in aotun left Jinling for a visit to Yangzhou, but failed) with his waist around 100000 Guan, he rode a crane to Yangzhou. Poetry Weng that must have this, heaven and earth a boat. 24 times of good news, 24 bridge scenery, just in time for spring outing. Hanging seats to the East, misty rain dark floor. Purple crown, green jade staff, Black Mink Fur. Cangbo thousands of miles, the vast trail sent to the floating gull. If you want to kill the censor of Nantai, you should laugh and kill the Ruzi of Nanzhou. Far away, the river flows day and night. Manjianghong (Fu zhuzun) Qianmu Junfeng, xinyijiu, meiquan Tianlu. The shape is ancient, the coconut bottle is too narrow, and the bottle is too vulgar. The love of wine is a heavy business, and the desire of life is always enough. In the next life, he fell into the forest to fill his belly. when autumn comes to the cave, learn from the golden buildings. Spring out of the house, jump bead jade. If you want to go to Yicheng for Jiuwan, the leaves are green. The setting sun on the donkey's back is the same as the inverted load, and the drunken land is only in the e059b552 valley. Ask Dongpo and he du to drink Songlao and think about meat. Because of the sugar, Zen master Yuejian shouldn't let him go to Donghu Lake. The night is bright. See heart with Longzhou Youth Travel rhyme Fu words, because of the rhyme, back to BaiHuaZhou. Jade flows far away. Listen to the sound of the flute, where is the tall building. So there is no such guest, although there is wine, but autumn. call the moon out of the clouds. Ask if you can drink. Laugh at the world, yuan from no worry. It's a pity that yueweng can't call out. He can call out and travel together. chaozhongcuo (send spring). Only spring worries. Hate to kill the warbler, the sentence lead, lonely he language swallow climb stay. even if you keep it, you will be ashamed if you blow away the fragrant red. It's hard to look back. The setting sun is a little bit on the West Tower. My eyes are beautiful. Warm clouds and rain wash the incense. The ground is steep and cold. Whether the swallow knows it or not, the warbler knows it or not, and the spring comes back. the small building has heavy curtains day by day, which should be a guess. Apricot flowers like this, peach flowers like this, do not come back. He went to quping deep hospital for his seclusion. Dream of what's on your mind. Where are the wreaths? The grass on the river. the sun is flat, the sky is like a curtain, and the moon is like an eyebrow. Vaguely also remember, both sides of the Yanghua, sent to the ship. he bridegroom (Luoxing Temple) in the setting sun. With the reed flower, the wind flies by, the falling star leaves here. There are few old earthen mosses, rough bells and drums, and few broken steles. Many people want to visit here. The white elms in the sky are still falling, and the flowers are floating in the world. Ask five old people, just smile. fairy Weng once waved dust that day. Clap langgan, HAOGE sound, vibrate Yulong ear. For more than 90 years, no one asked. The universe, the wind and waves. Ande Liuding moved this stone to cross his body and become a mainstay. After long singing, Ming Hong rises. The blue jade case (Pan Dajiang), the giant boat and the two singing geese and storks. Thousands of hectares, glass surface. The duckweed of the universe can sigh forever. The yellow and Tang Dynasties opened up, and the Qin and Sui dynasties fought. Don't change the country for the mountain. the new snow of Luhua is in disorder in autumn. Where does the fishing boat come from. An old worry haunts us. The low trees in Pingsha, the banks of the stream. Setting sun, west wind, wild goose. In front of Yongping prison, Liu's small building is a beautiful place. It should be the scene of the West Lake, moving thousands of miles across the south of the Yangtze River. Old spring, return to willow, flying golden thread. The sound of the city is shared, and the water outside the bridge is painted. it's better to look at the mud and gold, the dangerous city with powder, and the writing style with two peaks. The evening bell of Yansi and the flute of Yupu are all in Wang Wei's paintings. She pillow square bed, with appendix past, the world duckweed ear. The wind is tight in the lake, and the white gulls are about to fall. Where is the brocade robe? It is bleak to the old river, the withering grass and the cold reed. The immortals in yingguan wave jade dust to awaken the soul of poetry and wine. The power flies, the waves touch the rocks, the universe is narrow. The short awning carries more wind and moon. Fortunately, the cloud roots outside the rain and the stones beside the water make the alliance of gulls and egrets reunite. See the West Lake on the road, Xiangqin plum shoot new snow. He drives a white unicorn, whips a green phoenix, and is the second solitary mountain guest. Now I roar in the west, and I send poems to the immortal. A plum (chrysanthemum wine) and a little yellow flower. Chu has a long history. There is a long history in Jin Dynasty. Barren, three paths, the middle continent. It's a couple of autumns. Fall several times. It's not that I'll stay forever. It's a shame to eat. It's a shame to pick. Li Sao's Fu is a new wine. Wake up and be romantic. Drunk and romantic. water dragon chant (ascend the city on the ninth day) desolate city setting sun and west wind, full of grass, no road. Tower eclosion, fireflies fly, so the garden, singing residual foundation. Not less Chengping, half lake autumn moon, across the stream smoke trees. The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, once so, taught people to hate Wang Yifu. to push the worry away with wine. When you wake up with wine, you're as worried as ever. Qingping three feet, Yinfu a volume, soil flower dust beetle. Ask the yellow flower, flower know more than not, silent. Clap appendix dry, empty envy flat sand falling geese, cangbo return heron. Qingming cold food. After the empty memory. There is no place to find a thousand mile sound book. Misty and disorderly, green and green. the sky is rainy and the wind is slanting. Who is the swallow in the small building. Only the cold of spring, a point is still in the Tung flower. Qinlou moon (plum blossom ten) yungen house. The flowers on the four walls of the east wind are like jade. Flowers are like jade. Narcissus hurts the euphemism, while alum hurts the vulgarity. high standard and lazy make-up. One hill and one ravine make you alone. Then you alone. Shangshan four Hao, the first Yang Guzhu. Qinlou moon Luofu dusk. Where we meet under the green pine forest. Where we meet. It's a plain dress, silent. Flying into Yaotai road. Dream of ethereal fragrance. Fragrant demeanor. Shenheng moon falls, a few green feathers. Qinlou moon in the leaves. A cold dipped copper bottle of water. Copper bottle of water. Flying Ying cluster, inkstone screen incense several. At the end of the night, snow flakes knock on the window paper. Half of the bed is fragrant and dreamy. It's delicious. The pear blossom is indifferent and the south of the Yangtze River is thousands of miles away. Qinlou Moon Spring pulse. Under the eaves of Hanzhang, make up the palace. Make up the palace. Also point painting, village smoke Mao knot. The sky on earth is clear. The wind is like the east slope guest. Dongpo guest. Jade hall is like jade, snow hall is like snow. the moon of Qinlou, the red bud. A smile on the eaves. Different customs. Guangping's heart is like iron. Baqiao has more crazy chanters. The short whip breaks the cap and the mink fur is narrow. Mink fur is narrow. Thin donkey Zhuo Er, a saddle of wind and snow. Spring is coming. The flowers of solitary root trees bloom early. The flowers bloom early. Water village and mountain country, bright red and clear dawn. Long head rest scale Hongyao. There are few people who want to send one. There are few pedestrians. On the South Bank of the river, the north wind is low and the grass is low. the moon of the Qin tower the top of the Qi Mountain. Sweep away the snow and drink with flowers. Hairpin flower drink. The former people sing in the bottle, but the fragrance is hidden. I hate the north and the south. It's hard to forget the old dream of spring breeze. It's hard to save. The small window slants the moon, and the thin wall wakes up. The moon in the Qin tower and the cold flowers. Begonia and flower should be willing. Flowers should be willing. Begonia is just, no incense can hate. There is no fragrance, but there is immortal charm. It's just a few days away. The aromatic period is near. What's the matter with Dongfeng. Qinlou moon wakes people's eyes. It's too late to be spared by a jade snow. It's late to clear the hedge. The spirit is broad-minded and elegant. the fragrance is in disorder and nobody cares. Yiyichun hates the end of the world. The end of the world is full. Frost city garrison Cape, moon

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