Wu Peng

Wu Peng

Wu Bi (1839-1874) was born in Guangfu, Wuxian County, with the word Pei and the word sew. It's called peiqiu Pavilion. He has two volumes of poems, one volume of Ci and one volume of parallel prose.

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Wu Bi (1839-1874) was born in Guangfu, Wuxian County, with the word Pei and the word sew. Wang Fengjiu's wife was Wang Zhonglin's stepmother, the Qing government's counselor in Austria and Zhili Daotai. When he was not in the capital, he extended his study to his family for more than ten years. He got the deepest academic knowledge. Therefore, his speech was based on the principles of etiquette and law, and his personality was excellent. He got married on the 20th year of his life, but his husband died in July, and his orphan died in exile during the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. Xianfeng Geng Shen Kou Nan, serve the family migration, to the bitter Festival honor square, into the festival of filial piety. During the sixteen years of widowhood, he suffered many adversities, especially in the period of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. His poems are full of desolation, sadness and sadness. At the beginning of peiqiuge Shizhen, there is a saying that "in the 14th year of Xuantong, Puyi's wedding celebration coincided with Wang Zhonglin's memorial tablet to guard daoqingzhen". The writers of Wu culture have high cultural value, such as Shichuang Ge, Chun, Xujiang Ci, etc. In art, Du Fu got a lot from him, which was more profound. He has two volumes of poems, one volume of Ci and one volume of parallel prose, Feng Guifen's preface in 1871, and Wang Qi's supplement preface in 1888. At the end of the volume, there is a postscript of Zhonglin, the man of winter moon in Xuantong Xinyou (the tenth year of the Republic of China), with 9 lines and 21 characters, black mouth, single frame and fish tail, which is collected by Suzhou Library.

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Peiqiuge's manuscript

date: Qing Dynasty edition letter volume: one volume paper: white paper binding: thread size: size: 25.7 × 14.9cm, half frame: 18.7 × 12.8cm

Appreciative Remarks

Peiqiuge Ci by Wu Peng

The rain of Bodhisattva Musa and the shade of green sky cover the leisure courtyard. Every window is in disorder. Five nights are always happy. New words knock on the pillow. It's easy to wake up after drinking. It's dark in my dream. But I remember staying by the river. The boat is full in autumn. The tune of the moon is very cool. Juan Juan flies to the Wutong tree. The guest is afraid of startling autumn. Where is the sound of Xiao. The screen wind is uncertain. Luowei Mingjin well. He Lu depends on his appendix. It's cold at night. The spring leaves of Narcissus, leek leaves, and orchid buds are like this. Moon light screen, cloud cold pistil que, how to see sorrow misty rain. I suddenly saw that Joan was silent. Suspected Yellow Crowned couple. The ci poems are immortal and dream far away, and they are spelled out in the Qing Dynasty. Who will send the sound book at the end of the day. The news is that the hometown has not yet opened. A few flutes of the river pass the old age. I'm afraid there will be a copper fairy crying. The moon is thin at dusk. I'm afraid I'm going to faint for the next time. In general, Yangzhou is moved by the Qing Dynasty, but not tasteless. the Red River is full of rain the windows are dark, and I can't hear the bleak rain. It's like telling the parting children, whimpering in front of them. Bit by bit unbearable and under the wild goose, desolate as to say. If you do not sleep, you will die. The cloud is dark and the moon is long. The wind is thin and the curtain is heavy. When the leaky pot is about to break, the cornice teeth are still dripping. Like my frequent bamboo tears, pity him broken lotus leaves. At dusk, the nine ileums are desolate, and sorrow overlaps. The courtyard of green locust is so shady, and the sound level comes from the forest. Thin wings, windy, height dew weight, only the fiber branch dangerous embrace. The sound of sadness is rolling. Gu sideburns shadow into silk, dark shock autumn early. Suddenly, the cool wind rises, and the dawn window is noisy. Every year, I have recorded the place where I heard it, and I want to break it at five o'clock. Cold swallow Qi palace, sad fan Han Yuan, life experience west wind still shine. The ileum is stirring. In memory of the Hengtang, the willows sing around. It's good to build a harmonious society. The red leaves and maple forests are stained with frosts. The soul of the post road, Wujiang dream cold, are like the flavor. Poetry is full of imagination. It's like a cold posture, a beautiful spring. Banbi residual mountain, broken clouds across the sunset. Long Pavilion how much to see off, a few distance, such as pictorial, whip shadow. Yan is not a flower, fresh suitable for the rain, stirring for parting red tears. Rest with the passing water. Then blow away idle step, Begonia than autumn. Yuefu chants, I'm afraid I'm still worried. Frost leaves fly yellow leaves sunset village road. Poetry thin, Pinglin autumn so. The end of the world can be felt floating, so start flying. To the late chrysanthemum fence. Teach tired people to chant sad sentences. Only a night of frost, suddenly reduced the thick Yin, the west wind will blow away. What's more, in the painting, there are several people in the south of the Yangtze River. At this time, there is no owner. It's a good time to shake off the forbidden, scattered like sand gathering. Live at the head of the village. The Chai gate chases the Raven in disorder. There is a Book body left, maple, maple, listening to the rain behind closed doors.

A poem of peiqiu Pavilion by Wu Peng

Xu Jiang's Ci

Xiaojing horizontal window Yongyu platform, Xujiang side wine boat back. The spring breeze is warm, the apricot rain is early, and the swallows are coming. More and more streams are blue, and the two oars are familiar with the way of splitting waves. Smile refers to the lane near the door of Er's house, and the sunset cottage faces the sunny haze. by the fourth bridge, the passenger ships meet on the river. At the beginning of the year, the maple cold tide began to fall, and I heard the midnight of the cold mountain. The leisure stage is full of dew, and I can't remember the time when the rain stopped. It's like a white lotus pond with deep sand and shallow water on the Bank of Xiqing Bay. In the quiet night, the sound of the corridor is deep, and the Erythrina flowers and the moon are blooming one after another. the loser's light black socks with green moss patterns. The water is far away from the East and the west, and the spring water is disappearing in a few days. She took her to find the sea of plum fragrance and snow, and took advantage of yuehushan bridge. When the peaches are in full bloom and the silkworms are bathed, the spring rises and the lake fights with the ducks. When you look at fish roe, you have to make fish words. Dip in the branches of the poplar, and the boat twists and turns back to the pond. Xi Shi's empty water after bath wins the fragrance of leisure. When you enter Hengtang and fold the short reed, the site of beishantang is already in spring. every year, the mulberry leaves are new, and there is no poem on fan Shihu. The leaves of Sophora japonica are thick and covered with green moss, and flowers bloom on the banks of a hundred flower island. When the wind comes back, there will be Jia Chuanhai. The mountain green lake is full of light and humidity, and the night is deep with wind and rain. There are still lianyunzhang in the remnant stele, which has eroded the Xuan and the old calligraphy. the willows on Baigong dyke are all drooping, and the day and evening are still short. The wind curtain and wine curtain are all up and down. For a while, they are competing to sing the spring poems. the new water of Huangmei doesn't have three poles, but the snow peach at the bottom of the canopy. Ten li song is not enough, lotus deep swing light. In the south of the bridge, there is a fire after three sleeps. Night rain sounds like eating leaves, but I don't know if it's wet and green. peach blossom, apricot fresh, rain near Qingming, willow sleepy. When you cross the lake for 30 Li, you will irrigate the fields in spring. The clouds at the top of the mountain bathe the servant girls, and the peach trees at the bottom of the mountain are like rain. He lived in the lakeside house where he loved his daughter and studied Chunshan in Luodai. Jiangnan Spring to grass luxuriant, painting Yunshan, painting stream. In May, we compete for the water of melons and vines. In three winters, we often protect the cold rhinoceros. The moss in the courtyard is dark and damp, and the wind and rain in the paper windows ring all night. When I read the fragrance, I didn't know the banana in the garden. During the Yuqi period, Pingwu was viewed from the top, and mangrove villages were painted. A record of the demerits of the three maosu nine, full canopy Moon River perch. When the feast begins, the wine begins to be drunk, and I love to break two inch orange. When you get to Dongting, you often sit in Juxiang nunnery. When the boat set off on the East and West islands, the waves still passed the north and South birds. The net has thirty-six brocade scales, and there is no need to rent orange and grapefruit. the house of picking lotus is near the sand head of the lake, where the wind is gentle while paddling. In a few days, Zhu Ping blows and stops, singing a song of Linghu and Qiushan. when you move, you can only live in Baoshan, where you can climb a thousand orange trees. If you get a title, you can sit on top of it, but if you are an official, you must admire it. the green hills are blooming like hibiscus, the clouds and the sky are shining. All day long, I can't see enough and sail straight across Moli peak. Ge Xian's house is separated from the city, and the road turns to credit. You can eat the water beside the ink picking altar and enjoy the spring tea. The boat, the flute, the drum, the rain, the six sails, the wind. He was used to entering Fengyi palace. Dongli, Xinyi and Xiyi compete to rent swallow tail boats. a kind of fresh water, when the tourists are tired, the mountain spring is boiled with the fragrance of tea and snow. thousands of cloud mountains, thousands of peaks, fish plates above and bells below. Find the moon beside the ancient snow nunnery and listen to the pines behind the Tianyi courtyard. on the Lake Pavilion, you can see the light of the lake, and the leaves sail into the dim. He is used to the dangerous waves in the middle of the lake. The lake is full of green and dense. A spring outing to the tomb of five people and a lonely empty tree to the tomb of five women. The knot house must be adjacent to the perfume stream, and the water bird in the singing song. When the white lotus is picked, the wave is like a mirror, and the moon and eyebrows are low. It is easy to get the Summer Bay head, and the Wutong yard is like a hook. Night comes, wind and rain sing bleak, write a deep palace sorrow. Liufushan pavilion has been in a state of moss shortage for a long time, and there is only one place to visit the temple of situ. the ancient bronze remains unchanged, and Linghan is used to reading the wind and frost. after the rain, find the autumn to cook the stone spring, practice the skirt and wax clogs to wear in the forest. It's only a hundred steps straight up to Fenggang, and the monk's clothes are picturesque. The spring ploughing is promoted by the rise and fall of mountain fields, and the peas and green wheat are gradually growing. It is like Lu You crossing Meiyan and writing poems.

Wu Peng: Selected Poems

(part) it's been raining for ten days, and the autumn mood is bleak. I'm in charge of this book. It's raining heavily on guanliu River Bridge, and Diao Sao's melancholy is almost gone. "Huaisha" is full of tears in the air, but it is full of sorrow when it is lost. In the distant night, the soul returns to Fengduo language, and the empty corridor people invade the stone moss. The remnant mountains are full of hatred for the rest of life, and the fallen leaves are sparse, and the forest is dark and overcast. The autumn wind comes from the West and blows the trees in my courtyard. It is not the reason why there is no brilliant scenery and scattered. In the past, the flowers were full of branches, and the spring was warm. It's easy to be in China day and night, but suddenly it's autumn and dusk. How prosperous the son, with this Commission frost dew. Swagger is still in the north, and the shadow of the Ming River sinks to the West. Hesitation before the next except, the wind blowing placket. The dew perches on the decaying grass, and the moon shines in the high forest. Streamer into the empty room, shine on my Suxian Qin. "Daya" can not be made, anti Festival self mourning. When the trees fall, the waves begin to chill, and the clouds and mountains cover each other. The village is full of yellow leaves. Pingye is cold and desolate, and autumn is lonely. In the closed forest, you are afraid of danger. The wise and the foolish, who knows to encourage. In the prime of our life, we need to work hard and encourage ourselves. In summer, the lotus leaves are everywhere, and the white apple is more beautiful. The poet's righteousness is the same, but the beginning of his prosperity is not the same. If you know its origin, it comes from the opposite. Lotus leaf has its own root, but apple turns with the wave. Wandering is not only calm, but also wandering and forgetting to return. So the smell is very bad. There are Chinese pipes in the cutting. when the rain passes through the evil wood, the forest is overcast. Haggard place does not rest, bright Zai Zhi Shi heart. The way of heaven comes from the sun. When you climb to the top of the mountain, you can see the clouds. Yi ho heart Yu, write I stab to promote Yin. The thorn promotes the song to be exhausted finally, talks to the wind Kaijin. Night classes in autumn windows, wind and rain, eaves and eaves

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