Sun Weixin

Sun Weixin

Sun Weixin (1179-1243 A.D.) was born in Kaifeng (now Henan Province) with the name of Jifan and huaweng. He was born in the sixth year of Chunxi of song Xiaozong and died in the third year of Chunyou of LiZong at the age of 65.

brief account of the author's life

Sun Weixin (1179-1243 A.D.) was born in Kaifeng (now Henan Province) with the name of Jifan and huaweng. He was born in the sixth year of Chunxi of song Xiaozong and died in the third year of Chunyou of LiZong at the age of 65. They are not happy to abandon their ancestors' shadow. First married in Wu, then went to Wu for a trip. He stayed in Suzhou and Hangzhou for the longest time. There is nothing to eat outside a couch. It is well-known in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces. When Gongqing heard of it, they all fell on their feet to welcome their growth. Long body man robe, bearing sparse Kuang, see the suspect for Xiake alien. Every time I listen to the music, I will send out the flute; or I will dance with my sleeves, singing elegantly. In the end. In the third year of Chunyou's reign, he died in Qiantang at the age of 65. He made good friends with Du fan, Zhao Shixiu, Weng Ding, Liu Kezhuang, etc. Liu Kezhuang wrote an epitaph, which is called "relying on the sound to make music, Gongjin's wonderful.". Send out the flute, wild King's ease. Dance hard, and you will be stronger than the stone.

Volume 4 and 2 of Fang Hui's yingkuiluzui says that "Sun Jifan was old at flowers and wine, and he only used poetry as a word, and all of them were idle people in peace time.". Zhizhai Shulu Jieti has a volume of huaweng Ji, which says: "it's quite beautiful in the river and lake. I see more predecessors, I hear more old stories, I'm good at elegant conversation, and I'm good at long and short sentences. If you are an official, you will not be an official. " Shen Yifu's "Yuefu Zhimi" says: "sun huaweng has good words and good meaning, but there is a word or two in Yazheng. It's a pity." There is a volume of Hua Weng Ci, which has been lost. There is an edition of Zhao Wanli's collation of Ci of song, Jin and Yuan Dynasties.

representative work

Nanxiangzi

Bi Yue's little red chamber, listening to the flute, remembering the old journey. The frost is cold and dry, the sky is like water, Yangzhou.

The reputation of fortune is always sad, the dust is dark, and the needle and thread are soft.

A dream for 30 years, rest. Empty for plum white head.

Appreciation of works

Name of maladjustment (49 years old)

Shouhua is wearing it. The mountain boy asked how many Hua Geng. When you hide it, you are afraid of others' laughter. Kuang jiela and Chunxi can be examined. The use of Dayan is just right. After learning the book of changes, he was still a year old. Xie clogs, Tang clothes, Meishan hat. Fumigation brings down Peng island. Good luck. Lu Weng left early last night. Zeng Shen and two gentlemen said. He also ate peaches and dates. I don't want any money. Let's not even talk about it. But wine and stars. I'm old enough to laugh.

Casanova

San diegu Yangguan. Light shiver, clear moon full saddle. Jade shoots, jade bags, embroidered scarves, and gold willows. Looking back, Yantai cloud cover ran, Fengge rain. The sky has an end, the water has no West note, the temples are hard to stay black, the belt is easy to become wide. Cry makeup, east wind quietly, water chestnut in, to Qian Jin word seal also. Should want to hate moth Ning Dai, lazy bun pile servant girl. Nai's feelings change with each passing day. His heart grows old with spring. His dream is as fragrant and cold as before, and his joys and flowers are broken. Xiansha spit Rong window Pavilion, twelve Ping mountain.

The shadow of a candle is red

A red flower, Baochai bun, east wind slip. When I was a peony, I saw lace wine. First try half sleeve. And flower, Yingying fight show. The flowers are in the scene, and the scenery leads the feeling, because the flowers feel old. The title leaf has no basis, the curved ditch water empty looks back. Dream cloud does not enter the hill screen, is really a joy difficult even. Don't know if he is safe. Ruanhong street, Qingming Festival, and so on. Xu Fei spring, days far Book sink, day long people thin.

Qingpingle

Qiuniang window. Dream into the balcony rain. Don't be too polite. Hate is full of flying flowers and falling catkins. One day, the moon came to the West. The horse hisses and the wind blows. Pay a lot of money and send people downstairs.

Ruan Langgui

The full terrace is red, the moon is yellow, and the jade stove changes its fragrance. The blue window is sleepy and lazy. Powder stained with gold. Luan bun towering, Dai Mei long. The candlelight is divided into two lines. Who will ride the crane to Weiyang. Gentle and drunk.

Nocturnal flowers

The wind leaves knock on the windows, the dew sings, and the autumn night in the courtyard of Xie Niang. Phoenix screen half cover, hairpin flower Ying candle red shake. Moist and warm, greasy and charming. Dyed fragrant feeling, fragrant through the shark silk. Lost soul, dream, smoke fan Chu post, moon cold blue bridge. Who wants to sell medicine. Looking at the road of Xiancheng, Yingyan is far away. Luoshan dark fold, blue mark, pink mark are sold. The water is far away, the flowers are floating. Bitter Acacia, wide spring waist. When the heavy so, jade over the place, small sleeve light move.

Day Palace

Thin sleeves forbid cold. Light make-up is beautiful in the evening, and the plum garden is beautiful in spring. Yinghu Yingying, Huiqian smile the whole flower. Liu cut cloud Jian waist small, Phoenix flat crow shrug bun maid side. Dongfeng, Xiangbu, cuiyao, blue bridge that day fate. Chan Juan. Hope to stay, Hun when, in a hurry, deep love. Dream over the dry, still recognize the cold moon swing. Apricot tip empty Acacia eyes, Yan Ling difficult to tie heartbroken paper. Under the screen, there are people fighting for credit, and it's a real illness every day.

Drunk and yearning

Blow the flute across the Luan. It's too late to sell incense. Apricot flower upstairs spring residual. Embroider Luo quilt half idle. It has a wide bandwidth. Thousands of mountains. Twelve intestines were broken. It's even colder in the twilight.

Water dragon singing (New Year's Eve)

When children teach them to write Taofu, Taoists give them a regular example. In front of the God, under the kitchen stove, you can clear the water, offer flowers and drink water. Pray a little, it is not, seek fame and fortune. But it's enough to write poems with a little refinement. Drink too much, but not too drunk. It's a good time to play. Exorcise firecrackers, soft crisp beans, stay up all night. All the world are brothers. Ah que is one year old. I wish every family peace and prosperity.

Wangyuanxing (New Year's Eve)

As far as the Lantern Festival Pavilion. Remember the light shirt and short hat. Jiupeng poetry club. Brilliant to, Luo Qi Cong, gallop elegant. In the past 30 years. Only when the quantity is reduced can we save money. We are conscious of the decline of happiness. But a little unforgettable, wine traces, fragrant handkerchief, now snow sideburns frost moustache, can not afford to play late at night. I'm afraid of meeting each other.

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