Qiu yuan

Qiu yuan

Qiu yuan (1247-1326) was born in Qiantang (today's Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province) with the name of Renjin and Renfu. Because he lived in Qiushan on Yuhang River, he called himself Shancun and Shancun people. Yuan Dynasty writer, calligrapher. During the period of Dade in Yuan Dynasty (1297-1307), he was a professor of Confucianism in Liyang. He soon left home and ended up in melancholy.

Life of the characters

Qiu yuan is elegant and simple in nature. He likes to travel in famous mountains and rivers, and often places his feelings in poems. At the end of the Song Dynasty, he was known as "Qiu Bai" with the name of poem and the writer Bai Fu at that time. He is good at making friends. He has contacts with Zhao Mengfu, Dai Biaoyuan, Fang Feng, Huang Hong, Fang Hui, Wu Qiuyan, Xian Yushu, Zhang Yu, Zhang Zhu, Mo Weixian and other literati. Fang Feng said in the preface to Qiu Ren's recent poems: "Qiu yuan's poems are similar to those of the Tang Dynasty, and the ancient style imitates Wen Xuan." Qiu Yuansheng's poems are full of sighs about the rise and fall of the country and the changes of personnel, such as caiweiyin, he fan Aizhu, Zhao Songxue's bamboo and stone painting of birds, Youcheng Xiufu, huaigu, Fenghuangshan Palace Museum, Chaotianmen corner, etc. Qiu yuan was a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. He was asked to be a professor of Confucianism in the Yuan Dynasty, but he did not pay attention to Confucianism at that time. Chou yuan's Ci, such as "Qi Tian Le · Chan", was highly praised by his predecessors in "Ci yuan". Words: "sunset Gate Lane desolate city song, clear sound early Song autumn tree. Thin cut silk clothes, cool hair shadow, alone drink the sky wind dew. Day and night, Nai once lamented, a sad, there are residual sound, suddenly flew over other branches. The past of Qi palace is full of reflection, and pedestrians still talk about it. At that time, Qi's daughter, rain rest empty mountain, moon cage ancient willow, as if the old had heard. It's hard to leave. I'm very lazy. Tired to pick up the score, the ground is frosty red, and the shallow sand looks for its feather The whole poem chants cicada, but the words are sad. In fact, it is a poem to express his melancholy mood and dissatisfaction with the reality. But the meaning of the words is very obscure. Qiu yuan's style of Ci is similar to that of Zhou Bangyan and Jiang Kui.

Qiu yuan wrote six volumes of jinyuanji, which were all written when he was in Liyang. The Qing Dynasty compiled them from Yongle Dadian. In addition, xingguanji and Shancun sequel are incomplete works compiled by Xiang mengchang of Qing Dynasty. According to the poet Fang Hui, when Qiu yuan was 41 years old, he said, "I have written more than 2000 works for you and Qiu Renjin in the Wulin It seems that many of Qiu yuan's works have been lost so far. The collection of Ci, wuxianqinpu, is mostly about scenery and objects. "History of barnyard grass" is a notebook novel with simple words, some of which are fluent and interesting. Tao Zongyi of the Ming Dynasty also had a special discussion on Qiu yuan's calligraphy in his book shushihuiyao. It is said that Qiu yuan's regular script learning from Ouyang Xun is good at writing. The works handed down from generation to generation include the volume of seven character poems.

Handed down works

Touch the fish

Love Castle Peak, go to the world far, clear who is like nest Xu. The white cloud window is cold, the lamp flower is small, the night is quiet, listening to the rain to the bed. Worry is silent. Read Jinwu Yao Zheng, but live with idle cloud. Lotus heart is bitter. It's a heartbreaking sentence to call on the sweet potato and answer the banana leaf.

Gull sand, but also laugh lost group Mandarin heron. Deep in the desolate smoke. The blue paper was sent to Jiangnan Lane in the air, and the crows and ink were in disorder. Half a plum tree. I don't know who I am, who I am with. When to walk. Together with willows and mosses and golden clogs, the lake is winding in spring.

Touch fish (catkins)

Angry clear sky, day long weak, the wind does not worry. Horse head disorderly flow light turn, millet skillfully stick mangrove. Leisure degree. As if specially, with his swallow to wear the curtain. I'm hesitating. Abuse as if the tip of the brow, stay in the eye, grass as fog.

In the dark. It's just a matter of time. Where is the green moth today. The evening of the spring city with the flute and drum across the flowers. Small window with broken intestines. Hughes. Tomorrow, Chi Ping's first letter flies low. Long bridge and short river. Melancholy is not like dangerous red, green moss point all over, still astringent horseshoe in.

Tell the truth

Zhu Lianxiang is stored in autumn. Autumn leaves on the head. The shadow of the temples in the light of the year has been changed. I can't bear to stay.

When people are small, things are not. Hate you. If the sea bass does not dream, it will return to the boat. I live in Cangzhou.

Taicheng Road (jizifa)

At dusk, clouds and spring, the river is far east. Rain house singing, on the floor drunk leaning, also Qian Tian wind blowing wake up. The green stirrup is vigorous. Calculate but Yuan Ming, who pity lonely shadow. Self rolling lotus clothes, stone bed high lying, green and slightly cold.

The mountain is empty, but the day is forever. Old dream of flowers and willows, can't bear to save. Swallow beam empty, chicken Lane quiet, not to mention the scenery of Chang'an. Dantai road is different. How can you see xuandu, Fangjing. Listen to Yao Sheng and Phoenix flower together.

Linjiangxian (Liu)

Xiangshui Xiaoxing no wine, Chu Hakka long homesick. The empty city is dark, the willows are old and the buds are sad. After Yan returned to the society, people were still at the end of the world.

Remember Jin tou light farewell, from the cup sorrow listen to pipa. The east wind blows tears down the gull sand. A new heavy rain, can not fly poplar.

Tangduoling

Cool dew wet autumn. The empty court is crying. Purple moss, still protect the shop. Thin foil green eyebrow people do not see, the water is urgent, weeping widower fish.

Hate grass Qian who hoes. The west wind blows on the temples. Ask Liu Lang and his wife what they are like. Even if there are thousands of peach trees, it is not like the old xuandu.

Like a dream

He asked Hua for news. The result is red and white. Paeonia lactiflora is pitiful, and it's an appointment to stay. It's over. It's over. There is still spring.

Listen to the wind and rain of the west window. Listen to Donglin anvil and pestle again. Still standing in danger, the green mountains are speechless. Where. Where. A tree crows in the evening.

Nangezi

The house is built on the trees, and the window is opened on the green mountain. The West Lake is not tired of seeing for a long time. Yule's mother of Pearl chariot is between the two bridges.

Dew and willows are moist in the morning, and fireworks are cold in the evening. Only after being appreciated by people, can they be disabled. Xie liuci flower, drunk policy thin also.

Thin golden willows, heavy Qingdai mountain. The jade man looks up on his sorrow. Move shallow frown deep hate, on the brow.

Tears wet red gauze thin, fragrance congbi Qi cold. Don't be sentimental until spring is gone. Return to take advantage of Begonia, Yan Shuang also.

Crimson lips

Yellow hat and brown shoes, go out one step for travelers. When is cold food. Shore shore pear white.

There are many mountains in Mashou, and there is no color outside the rain. Who can ban it. The remnant cuckoo stands alone. Spring clouds are black.

Thousands of miles flat, water sky low mountain countless. A broken city and a lonely tree. People from outside the city come and go.

If you want to ask qingluan, you will find the smoke. Nostalgia for the past. Where is Bashan. Listen to the rain.

Butterflies in Love with Flowers

The green trees and the cuckoos are still singing. Last night, I came back in spring, and I didn't say goodbye to pedestrians. The trees are green. The morning wind blew fine snow.

The tortoise shell is low and red. The fire warms the wood, the smoke warms the mandarin duck. A treasure hairpin is suitable. The next step is to pick flowers and fold them.

The deep courtyard is full of rain. I don't know where autumn comes. Cloud pressure bridge, people do not cross. The Yellow reed is bitter and the bamboo is worrisome.

Who is better at the sound of autumn on the four walls. People only stay in spring, do not understand to stay in autumn. Autumn wants to return, and the sky is getting dark. The red shadow of the setting sun goes with the crow.

corn poppy

It's the place where the wind and rain disappear. Who is pan langju. Willows wither and yellow. Drunk across the official bridge, thin horse, tread light frost.

In the old days, it was good to visit spring. Not like autumn light. Chrysanthemum after Begonia. Must be urge to return to brocade word, do not need to open.

Ruan Langgui

Teach him to follow the meaning of Shuangyan. The willows are deep across the lake. The celery is fragrant and smooth, while the sun is shining. There's a lot of mischief.

Spring waves are warm and green. Wake up and intoxicate. Broken bridge, sunset, water clouds dim. The boat is light.

The peach blossom square is fragrant and red. Take the whip to catch the jade. The willows in the Guanhe River bear the spring breeze. Xiaoyankong, a tall building.

The mountain is misty and the grass is misty. Jiang nanchun is strong. Wang sun's family is painting east of the bridge. There is no way to find each other.

Dujiangyun

The flowing warblers cry and complain about the powder, the willows are covered with tender cold, and the words are still trapped in the east wind. Ask the old moss in the wasteland, when is the misty rain. Worry about flowers and grass. Ho Qi dust, floating indefinitely, gauze screen swallow nest empty.

hurriedly. The sound of jade is quiet, the fragrance of embroidered house is gone, and the spirit is in dream. I remember my old home and set the price. I was once in the palace. The fragrant soul seems to be wearing a ring. It is full of moon and spring mist. Flower Shadow bottom, long hate lock cloud Rong.

Augur operator

The wind of sparse trees and small flowers, the rain of residual cuckoos in biepu. It's not that Wang and sun forget to return, and the grass has no way back.

Empty accumulation trivial window dust, who according to Qiongxiao spectrum. The hidden money divination far away, dare to clear words.

Eyes are charming

The xiejiachi Pavilion is among the flowers. Light rain wet spring breeze. Red xiubi, fragrance Shuying, floating curtain long.

The delicate moth gathers in the green to seek the spring dream, the tear mark is heavy on the clothes. Free window worry right, golden cage parrot, ribbon hibiscus.

Hurt the taste of spring wine frequency. Leaning against the small screen. Baochai inserted obliquely, lazy to comb, lazy out of the curtain.

She was so weak that she couldn't help being drunk. Clearly as if, willow, Taiye hibiscus.

Visit Jinmen

But sick wine. Worry about Qingming time. You should be thin if you don't sing poems. Sit for a long time, clothes wrinkle.

Once asked to join hands between flowers. Empty memories of Luoyang old. The way does not meet, but also. Begonia open Si sentence.

Nanxiangzi

It's raining hard and the tide is rising. Over the trees, Wu city is floating. With a sound of sea crane, the bamboo splits and the boat is flat. Light load cloud pressure current.

The tallest building alone. Looking back on the autumn of Pingshan. There are several peaks on the river, but no one can see them. Once I knew the west wind, I was alone in my worries.

The moon on the river

Spring news, feel the South Branch open, north branch still que. Yuenv pingting is white in the world, and can compete with frost for purity. Solitary shadow edge, delicate fragrance, water and moon into three unique. The cloud doesn't move, so the wave is light.

Looking back at Guanshan in the snow, the jade dragon blows resentment, like swallowing for others. The garden on the stream should be full of trees, with berry moss lingering along the path. Jinma sparse fence, Yutang cottage, is the scenery. I want to talk about flowers, but I have nothing to say about them.

Cloud coagulation ink, see Lotus just wet, still no rain. The water sill is empty, and there are few people in the Ming Dynasty. Song several horizontal Chen, Long Qin Gao Gua, from playing the south wind spectrum. Russia heard knife ruler, across the window people Jian frost ramie.

Because nianxizi lake, a red boat, had been staying in yuanyangpu. Cuiyu doesn't spread Cangdao's letter, but enjoys leisure at dusk. Lazy brush Luan paper, lazy pick Xiangguan, Xiu sentence with who Fu. The setting sun is low.

Jade Butterfly

Independent soft red dust table, far swallow green fog, flat Yiwen LAN. The grass grows in Xiyuan, afraid to cut off the double servant girls. The top of the tree is bright, the setting sun is not cold, the leaves are quiet, and the new rain is beginning to dry. I lean on my appendix. With a sound of goose pipe, the human figure is cold.

Sun Guiyin, king of xiuxun, once knew Liu An. I don't know if there are people outside. Sleeve plain hand, lazy recruit Huang Hu, write Bijian, empty send qingluan. And linger. Listen to the wind

Chinese PinYin : Chou Yuan