Wu Xichou

Wu Xichou

Wu Xichou (1215-1276) was born in Xiuning (now Anhui Province) and a poet.

Wu Xichou

Learning from Cheng ruoyong, he abandoned his career at the age of 30. Du Zong Xianchun knew that ye Chang of Nankang Prefecture was appointed as the head of Bailudong academy, and he could not leave. Duanzong died in the first year of Jingyan, 62 years old. There are two volumes of LAN Gao Ji. See "Xin'an records of literature · brief history of the sages" for details. Wu Xichou's poems are based on the photocopy of "Si Ku Quan Shu · LAN Gao Ji" by Wen Yuan Ge (there is a preface of Xianchun Lu Meng FA, which should have originated from the song version). The new collection of poems is attached at the end of the volume.

Main works

Farewell to Wu Zhongjun

Back spring things, water while East, light purple crimson second air. The mulberry leaves are still wet, and the wind of Azadirachta flowers is on the way. the couplet of poetry is forged in the chain, and the heroic spirit is carried out in the half drunk. I'll meet you several times. Don't come here with evil in mind.

Breaking crab

The cold cattail was tied and lost, and it was ready to be cooked from the five cauldrons. relying on the name of Jiage to be impatient, the store of Fenglu was defeated in the Qing Dynasty. luhuazhou is cool and healthy, and the bamboo leaf cup is full of vitality. And when he became a post Fu with a gourmand, he had to smile and pay a ginger orange.

New year's Eve

The sun and the moon jump, and the pill is removed. The scholar's plan is too circuitous. I also know that the poor are hard to drive out, so don't use canals for Yulei tea. big night Shounian children talk and laugh frequently, old man is drunk with spring. He called the plum blossom and said that tomorrow there will be fifty people in the flat.

The east of Chu

Building high frost cold leakage sound late, independent dry memory parting. The moon grinds the back mirror, and the stars rob the pieces. it's hard to be a guest in the cold season, so I'll do my best to write poems. He felt desolate and had no words to talk with. He talked with the frozen plum in front of the wind.

Spring day

Most of the time to go in a hurry, a few sentimental delivery impassable. before the swallow is married, the cold food is rain, the people are like wine and the wind is falling. A window of grass remembers the old Lianxi River, and five acres of garden think of the water Weng. Wu Fu evokes the soul and becomes a solo roar, and the spring sentence answers the spring work.

Spring day from uncle's collar nephew trip

cold food, clear and bright for a while, soft and red flowers bloom all over Yetang pear. the scenery of the breeding birds is beautiful, the willows are weak, the sun is thick and the feet are late. life outside is like wine, the world is like chess. Don't wait for the flowers to fly in the spring, but write poems by the grass.

Spring look

Spring is like this, with joy. half curtain sparse rain, a courtyard flower leisure. The grass is dark and the birds are singing in the evening. Dongfeng can nourish things without changing sideburns.

Second rhyme answers Wu Zhongshan

Sound and benefit drive people, Wan Hu busy, can be like playing Youfang under the forest. a pool of grass is endless in spring, and half of the trees are fragrant with plum blossom and moon flowers. The ancient brocade is so clever that it's hard to write a long story on a short note. When we meet, we hate each other. When we meet late, we don't want to cut leeks.

The second rhyme meets the original

I've been sitting at the end of the night with the lamp clear, but I'm still sad. When you are dazed, you will find it easy to see mountains, but when you are tired, you will find it difficult to walk. When you sit and talk, you feel proud and arrogant. When you hear a chicken, you dance and sigh that it is decaying. in his leisure time, he just continued to record his idle work, and he was relieved to be drunk.

Farewell to sun Genfu

the first river, the first journey, the fast reading of new poetry forces Mei Qing. the blue clouds keep flying, the sails are in a hurry, the masts are standing, and the sun is shining.

Farewell to sun Genfu

At the head of the Yangtze River is a song, with stars all over the river. I'm afraid that if I'm not talented, I'll be embarrassed. I don't know how many I'll get into Xi's bag.

Pure old house

The bamboo is not vulgar, and the bamboo is rare. cloud deep tea stove wet, rain after the Buddha lamp cold. what year is Jibi planted. Dust and labor should be cleaned up, and it's hard to get rid of them.

The second rhyme of Huangyuan monk's house

The fish drum is silent, the day is sinking, the stone tablet is raining and the ancient moss is invading. Suddenly, the cold bird peeps at the bowl, and occasionally the tamed ape listens to Sanskrit.

Wang Renfu

Xiehe jiongjiong wild geese fly, but the old man days unknown. The autumn light is still in the chrysanthemum, and there is no poem in one year's mind. Hua Xun is like an arrow leaving the string, and his sorrow is more than his silk. In the lonely empty mountain and the bright moon, who can pick the frost bamboo and lean on the wind.

Rhyme writing

If you don't learn from Han Gong, you will be guilty of bullfighting. Tomorrow will be a good day, and the gains and losses will be frequent. I have been crazy for thousands of years, but I don't worry about my false name. In leisure, the taste of songjiu is real, which is better than that of yangqiang.

Xie Yuanshou

He was once mistaken by the Confucianists for making a living. There are no thousand oranges on the island, and there are five cars of books at home. Stone and moss, plum and snow hoe. good is not good, habits can not be removed.

Second rhyme Ye Jiefu

The grass is tender and cold, and the moss marks are new and the rain is mottled. in the spring, the flowers bloom and fall, and the swallows return to the court. You can only drink wine frequently in the world, and you can see the mountains with poetry. When you are poor, don't use words as a gift. The suburban island once accommodated Ji Meng.

Mourning the crane

Chenghua return to Liaohai, two cages can't be opened. The falling plume leaves a piece of snow, and the vestige marks the moss. The moon is long and lonely, and the piano is free and full of memories. The inscriptions are carved with stones, so you don't have to guess. Ancient osmanthus in front of Dihua hall, the place where Uncle Guolu, the former great father of Dihua hall, appeased the professor, lingered on the moon when the flowers were walking, and the rhyme of the poems of the former king's old hermit was recited below. Ancient osmanthus blew the fragrance of the autumn moon, and I heard the sound of reading in those years. There are Fu disciples in Jiaogong. When you encounter them, you still have to ask about Wanrong.

Winter

The day is thin, the frost is clear, and the sand is clear. the wind on the full terrace and the leaves are sweeping, and the deep red of love is like falling flowers.

Winter

the setting sun stands alone at the head of the river, and three or two fishing boats trace the green river. a new line of wild geese started to fly across bietingzhou.

Winter

Who's elegant and interesting like Lin Bu, planting plum trees around the house and drawing pictures. Light day cage clear frost warm, from the beginning to see whether there are flowers.

drink alone

When you drink alone, you should have no words to laugh. A hundred years ago, the ants on the tree are the snakes in everything. the poem will be heavy on cutting grass, while the lamp will pick flowers. don't bother to sleep, send guests, long roar shore black yarn.

The feeling of chanting to the lamp

She is thin with a solitary lamp, and her temples are green. How to use the Sutra of mud and Dan. the trace of half a life is like a swallow, and it's like a dawn star to make friends in a few days. I write about the secluded meaning in the breeze, which is not heard by others.

To the snow

He dances in the air and sweeps the floor. On the plum trees, I wonder if there were flowers last night.

Have a heart for the moon

Breaking through the clear and slanting moon into the shade, the shadow on the temples is bleak and old. 90 days of spring breeze and rain, a hundred years later, still today. the peony is red, the makeup is faded, and Du Yu's voice is cold. the time of making friends at the fundus of the eye is wrong again, and the Feihong is silent.

Duojing building

The north of the barrier is the land of China. Don't blame the officials for their timidity to go upstairs. for thousands of years, if you hate the tide, you can still reach Guazhou with anger.

Peony

who is really the king of this flower? It's fair. The Eastern Emperor has good quality. The dew droops the jade pendant, and the wind gently shakes the purple clothes. the spirit has a long spring, so why not stay rich until late. Drunk put a hairpin hat side, from teach people laugh old man crazy.

Gusu station

The sound of singing and dancing has disappeared, and the dangerous stage is pressing the city today. You must not hate the end of the subjugation of the country. Who will take you as an admonitor.

Late berthing in Suzhou

sing the scenery with flavor, and get drunk without worry. How to dream all night, just get home. stay in the moon forever, and the cold plum leaves spring. King Wu's visit to ancient China is in the early morning.

The first day of Kuiyou

A firecracker startles the spring again. The heart is written in the middle of the tea base. When he was on the sixth day of the lunar new year, he was obsessed with three Rens. in Jiuquan County, it's better to drink sweetly than to chant bitterly at the top of a mountain. It's a blessing to be strong and have leisure. Why not live in Yunlin forever.

sweet-scented osmanthus

A lot of incense, but not many flowers, will be floating in the air, full of home. Tomorrow's stone altar will be rich in gold chips, and you can rest assured that you will receive Fu into dragon tea.

Hejiawu chengqiuyafang workshop

I'm afraid the birds will cry. I'll play chess for my love. Let's see the green clouds in spring, and let's see the new sunshine.

Smell the cuckoo on the lake

Buy a boat outside Yongjin gate. The green trees call cuckoos. Qiamo asked him to go from the city. Who would like to go back to the field.

Return friends' Poems

How can the name of the poem be continued after the ruins of the altar and Du Mausoleum. A thousand miles of rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the wind is clear. there is no shortness in the lightness, but there is peace in the greatness. read the Songjian collection carefully, such as listening to the elegant music.

Silence

When you sit in silence, you will have peace of mind. The flowers of the bean are heavy with rain, and the leaves of the Phoenix are singing in autumn. The road is turbulent and the mountains are clear. less crazy no longer in, in the reduction is poetic.

The beauty of Wang Zi and the beauty of bamboo and bamboo

Yanduan no book to the pen peak, dusk sky complacent Jiangdong. He was in the same mood. There is money outside the body, but the old inkstone, bamboo is priceless breeze. when to listen to the rain of eaves and flowers, and sing the red candle at night.

Jiangshi Jingshan Hall

There are thousands of mountains with fragrance, and Yiren's body is quiet. the cloud of oil has gone for rain, and the sky is only so idle.

Build a house

There are only three rooms in the village. Water flowers, hold urn, mediate laziness, wash inkstone, cut paper and prepare for leisure. if you don't ask if red sand can shed bones, you will blush if you know green wine for a long time. What's the matter with the wandering in the river and lake.

On the moon in the Jingxi boat

calendar eye more than half of ten days, all night moon in the day. if you look at this year, it's only this round. Outside the Hongzhou, the light shakes the edge of the ant jar. The mountain is thousands of miles away, so we should have a beautiful life together.

ninth day of the ninth moon

on the 9th, the wind is blowing and the hat is inclined. If you are sad, you can only add white hair, but if you are poor, you can never lose yellow flowers. Orange on the crab is first ripe, and autumn wine is easy to get credit. Don't play with dogwood and have a drunken life.

Jiurijike

If you want to get drunk in the festive season, you don't remember how many cups you have in Dongli. blow the general away from the black hat, and take the fragrance from the yellow flower. the world is full of toil, and the life is broad enough to break the hundred double suns. where are the heroes today? The stage of horse playing has been deserted for a long time.

Chrysanthemum edge holding claw

It's hard to get rid of the running fire mania, and it's no longer a fight. Although the shape is strange, the flavor should be rare. The jade shell is clean, and the gold shell is fat. Holding a cup by the chrysanthemum fence, I can see that I am drunk and forget to return.

Please change the name of xianzhuzhou for sending Fengyuan to Beijing

A letter was written into the five clouds, and the Confucian scholars praised and recorded the nine clouds first. Business wants to go back to Zhoushang bamboo, good wind has been handed to longtoumei. The title of the book is jieliuyou tunnel, and its posthumous title is obvious in qutai. Let's go sailing, let's go skiing, let's hold the flying ticket and watch the coming back.

Look at the mountain

if you don't buy a mountain tour in the cold, you can always read poems when you see mountains everywhere. there is no permanent mountain to change the master, but the green mountain has never been moved.

Kesi

Yan stayed as a guest for a long time, Xiao San disobeyed his heart. When his wife is ill, his family is abandoned, and his slave escapes and his books are scarce. When the rain is dry, the crane comes, and the moss is slippery. I'm sorry for the heron, but the waves fly freely.

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