Wu LANWAN

Wu LANWAN

Wu LANWAN, who lived around Xianfeng (1851-1861) in the Qing Dynasty, was born in Changshu, Jiangsu Province. He was the daughter of Wu Sihan in Luohu Prefecture, Guizhou Province, and the wife of Bagong in Yixing and Ren Daorong, governor of Zhejiang Province.

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LAN Wangong is good at poetry and painting, especially in Du Fu's style. He often sings in harmony with Daorong, and draws the picture of returning food and chanting together. It is a good story in the art circle and has been sung all over the world. During the change of Gengshen and the war in Xianfeng, he often wrote poems with emotion. According to Lin Changyi's Haitian qinsi sequel, his poem "sounds like spring flowers, makes the autumn spirit colorful, the water flowing and the bones beautiful.". His style is like learning from Shaoling, but he admires his life experience. His feelings are full of words, and he is sentimental and sincere. His words are full of meaning, which is very different from those who are disgusted and dumb by the waves. " He has written the first draft of Guanxiang cottage and Yuanlan CI.

Selected Poems

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[reminiscence]

He wanders thousands of miles and tracks to the edge of Ezhu. The sound of the horn falls on the cold moon, and the air of the river meets the smoke. There are no old or new ghosts crying, and the beacon flies through the years. Chengping should have a day, tears to autumn.

[that's it]

Wei Jiang and Rong CE were in danger. The wind blows the fire in Xiyuan, the dust rises, and the Forbidden Forest faints. The stars in the north pole are far away. Safety and danger depend on long-term strategy. When will the world turn. 【

Sule Village

Twenty years of pingpeng's life, I've continued my work. Heaven and earth are just like calamities, flowers and trees are cold in spring. The wind is strong, the waves are angry, and the village is desolate. When the sun sets on the mountain, the birds return to the forest.

[sleepless in rainy night]

the wind and rain shake down, Xiaoxiao police guests sleep. Worry heart thousand li broken, lonely dream five more suspension. When I wake up to know what I hate, I feel sorry for myself. Tears flow down the stirrup, but not to the spring. You dream too without basis, sad alone. The shadow of the tree is black, and the embers of the tree are frozen. the underground soul should be old, but the world hate not win. Empty left like, color smile pain hard to bear. 【

[miscellaneous chants]

bow and sigh, look up and realize Taiqing. All things have their own divisions, and there are disputes between the present and the old. The frost destroys the grass, the pines and cypresses are blue and blue. Yin and Yang suddenly change, wind and rain encourage obscure. Fragrant orchid, cold Valley hidden its fragrance. Amiable scholar's Academy, Xiao Aimo. there's no flattering face. The treasure lies in fame. When you are in Taihang, you are in poverty. On the top there is Qingming, on the bottom there is Leigang. Before the owl crows, the tiger and the leopard annoy me. The return wind shakes the valley and destroys the midgut. If you want to lift up pain, you will have no wings, but your spirit will gallop far away. The great song is roaring again and again, and the mourning heart is learning from the Cang. In the same way, what is self sorrow. I can't sleep when I'm cold. I'll sing the piano in the quiet night. The moon is bright and the sky is clear. Xuanhe dances in Yao stage, Danfeng and yaocen. Orchid and snow, cool too ancient sound. The song is bitter, the tune is high, and those who know it appreciate it. Bo Ya meets his son, and he is of the same mind for thousands of years. the vast world, the world alone sad. If life is light dust, it's not too early to be happy and bitter. At the same moment of honor and disgrace, it's a period of hard work. There is no Zi Jin Shu and no grass to forget. When the day is good, sorrow makes you old. People with lofty ideals treasure their names, while people with mediocrity are skillful. ask Xiao Aizi, an zhisongyun. 【

[farewell]

You can't stay when you're gone. You can't stay when you're gone. We will fight for wine tonight and divide the north and the South tomorrow. My heart is filled with compassion every day. It's not only sad to leave, but also lonely. raise your eyes to your child and servant, and scratch your head. Wild shop solitary stapes green, wheel hoof Xiao frost white. When you think of this, you can't sit down at night. Willing to add food, good body stone. 【

Visit Yuquanshan temple and master's work

Yuyang has many things to do. Jiuling is coming. Tower towering, ancient wind and smoke, mountain sky, deep flowers and trees. Feiquan hanging cliff, Qing Qing Qing answer remote Cen. The wise man's meditation place is full of lotus and moon. the sound of all things is silent, and the desolate Brahman is open. Sing the sun and the moon, and hide the wind and thunder. Broken Jiekong traces, makeup tower win looting ash. Lingyan is silent in autumn, and there is no haolai left behind. Scratching one's head to the top of the mountain, the river and the mountain are blue and floating. Desolate tonight, bleak hometown autumn. The crane startles the dream, and the ape crows at dusk. If you can find dansha, you can also travel with Ge Xianyou. 【

[eternal night]

Never sleeps, wandering around the orchid room. For joy not long, depressed memories of the past. When the wild geese are away from the sound, they will be cut off. In the past, the sun was frosty and the snow was cold. Guan Shan is separated by words and laughter, and the soul and dream fly by. Cunzhong suffering, Acacia two infinite. The moon is bright, the curtain is thin, and the stirrups are green. Six he vibration when, constant regret this remote night. 【

[autumn sound]

the cold rain knocks on the window, the dream is clear and wet, the trees in Dongting are falling and the waves are raging. Shuqiaojing pounded the moon in the sky, and Qiang flute worried about listening to the voice of the Great Wall. In the Han Dynasty, when the wind and cloud were cold and pengjiao, the waves between the rivers were moving. There is no need to be a mournful autumn guest. The sound of insects on the four walls is uneven. 【

Han Temple

Xiaoshu maple leaf cloud forest, Luobi desolate, new gas invasion. A few frost bells startle guests' dreams, and a fire shines on the Zen heart. The west wind, the crane and the empty altar are cold, the moon is dark, and the winding path is deep. There are no wax clogs in the snow covered mountains, and the sun is setting. 【

Qingming

the scenery of my hometown turns sad when I point out that time is six hundred. Bitao shadow stop riding, red apricot village recognize wine flag. Swallows fly in the drizzle, warblers sing in the spring breeze. I don't know how many of them are left in the sound of Qiang flute. 【

Eight songs of the Ministry of industry in autumn (Part 3)

It is said that the imperial court has made great contributions to the war, and no books have been sent to the five clouds. The stone burst, the electricity flew, and the iron urn soared to pull out the gale. ten years of beacon smoke, withered bones and white, six dynasties gold powder, gray and red. Who should fan Hanxun be? Only the south of the Yangtze River is hale and hearty. 【

A letter from my family suddenly came to my family members, and I stayed in Yuecheng temporarily

Melancholy Yinghua dream, vicissitudes do not change the old mountains and rivers. Heaven and earth are everywhere, the wind is broad, the lake and sea are startling, and there are many waves. thousands of miles of white clouds are far away, and the autumn dew is cold. Sad homeland, who asked, as sad to send chants.

Chinese PinYin : Wu Lan Wan