Zhuang Panzhu

Zhuang Panzhu

Zhuang Panzhu: (year of birth and death to be tested), female, character lianpei, from Yanghu (now Changzhou, Jiangsu Province). He was born in Qianlong period of Qing Dynasty and died in Jiaqing period. There are five people who died in 20 years. She was born after her mother's dream, so it was named Panzhu. She was born in a famous family. She was the daughter of Zhuang Youjun in Yanghu and the wife of Wu Shi in Tongyi. Zhuang family, there were 22 poetesses in Qing Dynasty. When Zhuang Panzhu was a child, he learned poetry from his father and satirized and chanted all day long. Li Jia commented on his Ci poem "Di Shi Yi'an, an unusual girl can." Jin Wuxiang said: "his poems are from the Han and Wei dynasties." Pan Zhu is the author of qiushuixuan Ci, ziweixuan collection, lianpeishicao and so on.

The death of Pan Zhu

As for the death of Zhuang lianpei, there is a section in binghunge Yecheng, the female history of Shi Shuyi in Chongming Dynasty. It is recorded that: Li lianpei zipanzhu, the daughter of Zhuang Youjun in Yanghu, is the wife of Wu Shi. She is young Yinghui and good at reading. He is long and skillful in studying needlework. However, when he is free, he always works on it. He has read the poems of Han, Wei and Six Dynasties from his brother. Because of the effect, it is easy to work. Most of his works are like changguyun. On the 25th year of the reign of the emperor, Yi Huang died, and his family members said, "I saw several generations of gods and daughters fighting each other. I have to go to serve the empress. I have nothing to suffer." His elder sister, who is suitable for the Chiang family, is also good at chanting and playing the flute. In Chunhui building where she lives, a servant can see ghosts and gods. He points to his elder sister and says, "it's a fairy in gyao palace. I see green clothes and BUN walking in the air." Not long ago, pan Zhu died. Not long ago, his sister also died. Su Mei's painting on the deathbed is martyrdom. First, the Japanese pushed his elder sister to be 72 years old, and then 27 ears. It seems that the death of this poetess has something of Li Changji's taste. As for her poems, it is said that they look like Changji, and it is not a false reputation. This is a collection of the two songs "Chunxiao" and "Chunwan" to see a poem: "Chengcong, iron horse, cold east wind, falling cherry path in disorder. In the dream, the yellow warbler does not hear the true, the green fog is like smoke, separated by the shadow of flowers. The beauty loves the red quilt in the afternoon and the green cloud is fragrant. Begonia night rain worry spring old, call maidservant hook curtain see shallow deep. (the song of spring dawn) the willow dyke, the spring breeze is short; the tour line is ten feet long, it is difficult to turn. When the flowers fall, the ground will be red, and the swallowtail will be fragrant. The drizzle drags the cold all over the city, the cold smoke is greasy, and the tree warbler is silent. the fine grass is proud of the late spring, and the horizontal steps are on the road. (Spring Festival Gala)

Some poems

Sericulture Ci

mulberry buds are short in early spring, and mulberry branches are green at the end of spring. The Sanli gate is closed in the daytime, and the old custom is to avoid strangers every year. The mountain doves are singing in disorder, the wind and rain are heavy, and the shallow water in the wild pond produces microwaves. Three sleep four sleep silkworms to cluster, I hope ten days mild. when young women light their lamps, they watch the night, and Pali's green silk is not combed for a long time. The leaves in the basket are bitter and cold, and the cocoons of hungry silkworms are hard to grow.

Pastoral Ci

the north wind is short, the weather is cold, and the ancient road is broken. The village children work as a team to herd cattle and return home. Cattle are hungry, cattle are laboring, people don't know. The red sun ploughed the land, and the hard and the hard, and all the crops were lost to the government. I hope that the rent will be free from the anger of the officials and the paper will be burned every year to sacrifice to the God of cattle. If you dare to hope for a full harvest, if you don't sell my cattle, everything will be enough.

New year's Day

It's like rain and dust in the old days, and the elegant sound of the morning is far away from the end of the world. He went to Nong's home in the new year. In the morning, the pillow is dark, and the dream of the cold night is still better than the flower of last year. It's up to him to calculate the increase and decrease.

Nankezi

The Wutong wind is hard to set, and the Phoenix Tree rain is thick. Two kinds of taste, two hearts, because very late spring with disease to late autumn. He who remembers the past is hard to stay in the future. One of them also plans to travel together in the Qing Dynasty. He is afraid that he will be worried when he is drunk.

Jade Butterfly · Lixia

arouse the deep hatred between the eyebrows, a curtain of grass, the setting sun all over the ground. Swallows carry mud so heavy that it is green all over the pond. At first, I left my soul, the flowers fell in love with the trees, and the shadows lingered in the window. Strange Dongjun, will spring back, te also in a hurry. When the time is 90, when the bee sticks to the shoe, the butterfly takes advantage of the fragrance of clothes. Who pays the empty river for the heavy smoke and dark rain. The night before spring and dream break, to this day sorrow is longer than spring. Manxiaoning, once a year, annoys people.

Su muzhe

Early drawing, late making, no flowers, only flowers fly. As soon as I was about to live, I circled and was blown away by the wind. Yetang village, a wasteland crossing, is always sad to be away from the branches. To take advantage of the spring regardless, buried empty pool, hate knot Ping countless.

Unforgettable · revisit the garden

Osmanthus millet is yellow, but the blue threshold is in memory, and the silver pond is in the moon. Red teeth low according to the song, bird boat race to pass the cup. Blowing the shadow of temples, sending the fragrance of clothes, the wind is too busy. how happy are you in this life? Bear the autumn light. It's heavy and desolate, like a swallow in an old nest, even more empty. Mei is as thin as I am, but the grass is longer than people. To be there, to be around, to live and to think. let him alone, the gate of Chai is deeply locked, and the sun is setting.

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