Zhou duanchen

Zhou duanchen

Zhou duanchen, Yan Liang, Kui window. He is a famous poet in Song Dynasty.

Life of the characters

Zhou duanchen is a poet of Song Dynasty. Word Yan Liang, No. Kwai window. Jianye (now Nanjing) people. Guangzong lived in Lin'an in 1912. Song Zhoumi's old stories in Wulin says that he once "accepted the system before the imperial court". Later, he became an official and died within ten years. There are nine poems in his works, most of which are about hurting spring and complaining about parting. Among them, there are four "West Lake" poems. He was also able to write poems, and nine of them were collected in Ding Yao and Ji Shi Shi Shi Shi Shi of Song Dynasty. There is a manuscript of Kui Chuang Ci, which has been lost. There are three volumes of Jiang Jiang Hou Ji, one of which is poems. Zhou duanchen's poems are based on the photocopy of the book of four chariots: the last collection of rivers and lakes by wenyuange, and are combined into one volume with the poems outside the new collection.

personal works

Last night, there was another storm in Xiyuan. Press the line in the morning. There is a new green photo, red and lost. Return to the bottom of the window, but a few bottles stay in spring. Peeping at the sunny little butterflies, they come here at leisure and seem to envy each other.
It's getting late. It is hard to rely on the words of Naijin, but there is no evidence for a clear dream. When spring comes to the end of the river, cuckoos are the most miserable. Rose several times bloom, mistakenly before the wind, green bottle who lift. We should also remember and stay in Zhounan, and think about the return without Fu.
Spring comes and goes in a hurry. Flowing water and falling flowers, setting sun and grass, eyes hate to touch each other year. Walking in a famous garden, you can see the beautiful trees in clusters. The struggle for knowledge has also been Shaohua, but the poet's sideburns are green.
Xiaohua is quiet in the deep courtyard. She sings a new song by herself. Swallows do not return, the wind blowing bamboo curtain. Mistaking Wenji and gazing at her for a long time, she thought about her heart. But at dusk, when the door is closed, there are several cries, which arouse and miss each other.
Magnolia flowers slow · official Jiuhua as a gift. Surprised guest God still cold, singing window easy to dawn, spring without willow. Plum shoots. Still stay to take advantage of, stagnation east wind, not willing to snow lightly. I know that if the poet wants to go, he will send orchid to me.
Clear the bid. Cong Xiao at the meeting. Qianli resistance, Jiuhua remote. It is expected that after leaving today, he has dreams from time to time. River Bridge. Liu Chou did not wake up, giving pedestrians, and fear more soul sales. When you come back, you will be tied with a horse.
The curtain of Huatang is fragrant and foggy. A little Chuyao light bundle element. Dancing, the swallow is still surprised, and the flower is jealous.
In front of the bottle, Gao Tang Fu was chanted. The clouds in Wuxia are too deep to stay. Again, the flower bank depends on the appendix, and the sorrow is full of the appendix.
Liuqiaoxing · West Lake < br > furongyuan. Remember to try the wine to clear your mind and travel all over the world. Bright red. Condense aromatic dew, wash out a piece of Qingxia. On both sides of the Yangtze River. The bottom of the mirror, the depth of the new makeup. Should expect like, Jin Zhang line spring, three thousand powder spring Jin Yan.
I met with you at the edge of the Ma Causeway. I read the jade bamboo shoots and enjoyed them with laughter. In the dark. West wind road, a few sad broken. The dream of fairy city is gloomy. It's also autumn evening in Liuqiao. Gazing at the place, the smoke is light, the clouds are cold, and the people return to the wild geese far away.
Liuqiaoxing SUDI road. The willows are smoking and the nensha is harvesting rain. The wild fragrance is spitting. The mountains are picturesque and the clouds are hidden in the mountains. Six bridges move to the West. The sound is everywhere, the spring Xiao drum. Gull shadow outside, a lake light, Yi still color boats come and go. Before drinking flowers, I love my skirt and fragrance. The old trace has not been changed, but also recorded and gathered the fragrant trees beside the pavilion. It's sad. More like, one day catkins. Empty own, flower side oriole, know people laugh.
Youth tour · West Lake < br > the four mountains are not clear. The rain breaks the sunshine. Thousands of hectares of lake light, a dike of willow color, people in the painting line.
Qingming after spring, flowers have gone. Don't wait for the setting sun, then look for home, home is separated by two cities.
Xiqian Yingling · West Lake. Clear and beautiful, scattered afterglow. A lake of spring water is impeccable. It's a pity that the painting boat can't cover you.
The swallow flies, the warbler speaks. The wind is soft and the dust is fragrant. One spring, it's just like poplars. Poetry and wine are the best.
Congratulations to the bridegroom. I'm afraid to hear the rain at dusk. To dusk, doudun Xiaoxiao, rain does not stop. The fragrance is cold and the quilt is sad and sleepless. In the dark, try to count the best time. Outside the building, a line of wild geese were passing by, and they were more inclined to come and tease their hearts. To whom should I complain.
The water chestnut is haggard and shy. Huan red low green dark, not like the charm of the old home. My eyes are broken, the balcony is full of dreams and loneliness. Afraid of tears, Yao Zheng lazy. Hand twisting plum blossom, spring is near, material world, there are other arrangements. Yunbi sleeve, dancing for you.

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