Zhang Mi

Zhang Mi

Zhang Mi (B ì) (the year of birth and death is not known), who was born in Huainan, Anhui Province. After five dynasties, the poets of Shu Dynasty.

He is one of the representatives of Huajian School. His words are refined, skillful in composition, delicate in description, and easy to use.

Famous poets in the late Tang Dynasty

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Zhang Mi

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Zicheng, an important writer in the late Tang Dynasty, was born and died about the same year as Han Luo (842-914);

Life of the characters

Zhang Mi has nothing to do with Zhang He in the era of Li Houzhu in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Zhang Mi's native place is Biyang County, Nanyang County. At the end of the Tang Dynasty, he once became a scholar. Zhang Mi has 28 songs, 19 poems and 2 novels, namely, biography of Wei'an and story of makeup building. His famous poem Jiren was selected into three hundred Tang poems, and the famous song huanxisha (late zhuxiangche) was translated into vernacular by Lu Xun and then named Dingzhi of Tang Dynasty (included in erxinji); the famous novel Wei'an daozhuan, also known as Houtu Madame Zhuan, was included in the novel strange news collection by Chen Han at the end of Tang Dynasty, which was widely spread in the late Tang and Five Dynasties. Before and after the death of the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Mi mainly lived in Hu Xiang GUI area under the rule of Ma Yin, the governor of Wu'an army. Together with Yi Jing, the author of Bing Yao Wang Jiangnan, Zhang Mi promoted the literary prosperity of Wu'an Army (Hu Xiang GUI area). After the death of the Tang Dynasty, Ma Chu was the most likely event, and Shu was not excluded. Zhang Mi also stayed in Chang'an for a long time, and stayed in Chengdu, frontier fortress and other places for a short time Like most poets such as Yin, Wei Zhuang, Zheng Gu and Niu Qiao, they stayed in Chang'an to win the first place, wandered around and ate the princes;

Poetic style

Most of his poems and novels were written in the late Tang Dynasty, especially in the area of Hunan and Guangxi. Most of his poems are erotic, with a style between Wen Tingyun and Wei Zhuang, but inclined to Wei Zhuang. The use of words is refined, the composition is ingenious, the description is exquisite, and the language is easy to use. In his life, most of his predecessors were confused with Zhang He of the Southern Tang Dynasty in the Five Dynasties, and the biography of complete Tang poetry was also wrong. Please refer to the appendix of Li dingguang's research on literature in troubled times in the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, the judgment of Zhang Mi's doubtful case in the Millennium (published by China Social Science Press in 2006).

works

Silk-Washing Stream

In the evening, I'll go to Fengcheng by chariot. The east wind will lift the embroidered curtain gently, and I'll go back to Fengcheng slowly with a smile on my eyes. if you don't know what the plan is, you have to pretend to be drunk and go with you. It's too crazy to hear. He immediately recalled the old trip with his eyes on the flowers and the bamboo stream, and scratched his head with a zither and a jade curtain. I've been out for a long time, but can I go through autumn together? The evening wind is slanting and the day is full of worries. Pillow block smoke stove across embroidered curtain, two year-end day two Acacia, Apricot Flower Moon should know. Where on earth? When the old love and the new dream come, the dusk drizzle draws the curtain down.

Jiangchengzi

I see Qingqing on the Huanhua river with bright eyes and light eyebrows. The green cloud is high and the golden cluster is small. Good is to ask him: "come?" He said with a smile: "Mo Duoqing"

Hu Dieer

Hu Dieer, in late spring. Ajiao was first dressed in light yellow, leaning against the window to learn painting. it's like a flower, flying in pairs. No reason and tears wet rouge, provoke teach wings droop.

Other poems

[cherish flowers] butterflies scatter, warblers sing, and there are still a few branches, and the wind will be even more detached when the sun is slanting. see more, remember sad things, when Jingu building appointed land. Don't dream of coming to Xie's house. The corridor is winding. amorous only Spring Court month, still for leaving people as falling flowers. Love the wind and the moon. Don't hate life until spring. I lean on the column to ponder over my melancholy, but I don't know what a spring dream is. [on the edge] the garrison tower blows the horn to collect the red, and hunts the cold banners to carry the evening wind. Thousands of miles of evening smoke, endless sorrow, a river of autumn grass hate endless. The mountains and rivers are desolate, the city is closed, the characters are depressed, and the market is empty. if you don't get this move, you can look back at the sunset. [Chang'an Road in the morning travel] guests leave the lonely hall, a lamp remains, the prison falls, the Star River is about to dawn. Chickens sing in the valley, and geese sing in the baling smoke. Floating life has realized Zhuangzhou butterfly, ambition is still lost zuti whip. What's the long way to win the horse. [wind blocking in Dongting] the vast empty River, the scene is bleak, and the fishing boats are moored in the wild rice fields. Green grass waves high, March crossing, green poplars fluttering a stream of smoke. Don't hurt your eyes when you are in love. You have no money to buy wine when you are in sorrow. there are still fishermen living in several families, not a village at sunset. [travel to pozhou in spring]. The weak willow does not win the cold food rain, the good flower contends for the sunset day. Looking for pictures by the stream, the warbler by the forest sounds like an orchestra. ö ö ö ö ö ö ö ö. [late Xiangyuan County] Yanguo hears the late rooster in the distance, and the horizontal boat is still and the waves are in full swing. High forest with rain, ripe bayberry, Song Bank cage cloud Xie leopard cry. The temple of two women is desolate, the trees are old, the mountain of nine doubts is blue and the sky is low. since ancient times, there have been many laments in southern Hunan, so it's easy to be miserable. LORD [melancholy]; autumn wind and Danye move the desolate city, and the clouds cover the sun half bright. The dream of the day is melancholy, and the sorrow of the night is mostly parting. Jiang Yan's colorful pen is empty, but the Zhuang old man's love is not as good as Tan's. the soul can't be sold through the ages, and the cold waves of the river are flat. When autumn is late in Dongting, when the sails are flying and the wine is drunk, it's hard to leave at dusk. Thousands of miles of sunset clouds and dreams of the north, Yizhou frost orange Dongting south. The wind of the stream brings rain past the autumn temple, and the rocks of the stream startle the dragon and fall into the pool at night. Don't hang your soul on Xiang's soul. Nine doubts and worries will lock the haze. [Title Huayan Temple wooden pagoda] the six streets are bright in autumn, and the rain is easy to hurt because of their height. A piece of smoke floats on the Weihe River in the evening, half bridge slanting sunshine Xianyang. Don't forget to recognize the hometown of Yunshan. Looking back at the dusk of the Han Palace pavilions, a few bells and drums are dim. . I don't know where the clouds and rain are going, but twelve mountains remain in the sky. [Bihu] Bihu fish lock, blue window mask platform. The fallen flowers are doubted to be disappointed, and the return to Yan comes back from Pei. Chanting catkins is hard to beat, but it's hard to cut them when they hurt the spring. Hate from the grass, worry for the evening wind. The cloud in Hunan is thin, and the eyebrows are open. Xiangnong sleeps on the old pillow and dreams of drinking spring cup. the small barrier is bright with Golden Phoenix, and the secluded screen is green with moss. Baozheng horizontal plug geese, resentment flute Jiangmei. Zhuo is still rich in wine, just like Zhengfu. Don't teach the harp the meaning, turn it into a crane's cry. [Paeonia lactiflora] the fragrance is clear, the powder is Danyuan, the spring is Wanchun, the butterfly winged bee must love the pistil dust. When you lean on the evening wind, you will feel sad and look forward to learning. Don't make Ficus pumila green, so as to be near to rose. if the teaching is scattered with the rain, we should worry about killing the parting people. [ballad of Spring Festival Gala] the rain is slight, the smoke is heavy, and the little court half demolishes the red rose. A few lines of golden geese are scattered. There is no place to find in Xiaoguan's dream, and ten thousand spring waves rise from Nanpu. disordered poplar flowers flutter on the embroidered curtain, and there are flowing warblers in the evening window. [thoughts] the water in the empty pond is green, the spring rain is slight, the east wind is scattered, and the willows are flying. The dream of Yiyi Nanpu is still there, and the pulse is high. There are many grasses at the end of the river, and the sad smoke is quiet. the red apricot on the other side of the river is bright, just like a jade lady on the marsh. Don't look back at Chuntai, because of melancholy since ancient times. The galaxy and the blue sea are merciless, and there are two long waves. The wind is blowing through the curtain and the moon is full in the court. Leaning on the fence, there is nothing more than hurt. Smoke weeping willow with slender waist soft, dew drops, flower house resentment face bright. Worry by wild cloud sales endless, love with the spring wave to flat. In the secluded window, the dream of Acacia has been formed, but the butterfly in the west garden has not yet come true. [Spring River rain] the rain is bright, the wind is cold, and the old pine and thin bamboo are near the Yanting. The empty river is cold, the wild clouds are heavy, and the ghost fire in the village is like a star. When the fishermen get up at night, the sound of dripping awning is full of worries. Zi Gui is called duandu sleepless, and the spring waves on the shore hit the stern of the boat.

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