Zhang Xiang
Zhang Xiang
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Zhang Xiang (1821-1850), who was born in Mengcheng (now Mengcheng County, Anhui Province), was named yunshang and Weiqing. His father Zhang Dianhua was a Jinshi of Kewu in the fourth year of Jiaqing (1799).
brief account of the author's life
When Dianhua later served as general of Suzhou Fubiao, Zhang Xiang lived with his father in Suzhou. Zhang Xiangyou is intelligent and able to write poems at the age of 13. He is the descendant of Chen Wenshu, a famous scholar in Suzhou, like Wu Zao and Shen Shanbao. Zhang Xiang is well-known for his extensive reading, profound attainments in poetry, CI, painting, temperament and canon. When people get her paintings, most of them are treasured. His paintings of flowers and birds and figures are elegant and elegant, and he has his own family. The poems are mainly clear and gorgeous, and there are some heroic sentences such as "wearing clouds, used to dancing double dragon sword, stepping on the moon can open ten stone bows". She is good at riding and shooting. When he was 18 years old, he married Tang Yunlin, the second son of local Tang Gongshi. Tang Yunlin was also a talented man at that time, and was elected to the Imperial Academy at a young age. Later, Zhang Xiang went to Beijing with his husband to provide for the poor, but it was not long before Zhang Xiang died of illness at the age of 30. There are Zhi Ji Shi Shi Shi Shi Shi and Jin Cha Xuan Ji. Because of the war, most of his poems were lost, some of his paintings were still left, and only eight poems were left.
Some poems
The lady of the title
Merlin
Shadow drawing
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The crow perches in the tree cage, and the crescent moon hangs a wisp of rosy clouds.
Green sleeves endure cold spring shadow, red sorrow into the mirror, cloud oblique.
I've been looking for a bowl of poetry, and I'm even more interested in painting forks.
It is so rich in spirit and rhyme that its predecessor is plum blossom.
[to my two sisters
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The dawn warbler's cry breaks the green poplar smoke, arouses the anxious people to sleep.
Breeze and drizzle, cold food festival, cool and warm brewing day.
The copper bottle is fragrant, the bee is scattered, the embroidered curtain is windy, the swallow is worn.
I remember last year when I lost to fight grass, I changed the grate for gold and silver.
[Xie Youren, madam Ju
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He was lucky enough to report to Qiong in a peach rush, and Yiwei recited with great enthusiasm.
Poetry add green, sweet potato three points light, people as clear as yellow flowers.
I remember the past travel with broken dream, do not forget the old rain see deep love.
When he was young, the jade ruler was in your hand, and the cup of wine was still in his time.
[small window listening to rain
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Knock on the window, the sudden rain rings Xiaoxiao, a torch remnant lamp hand pick.
The night dream is suddenly broken with the eaves, and the spring sorrow is hard to dispel.
The moss is moistened because of the wet ground, but the flowers wither easily because of the wind.
Sitting on the cold bed, singing is not on, comfort people Cen still have banana.
[apricot blossom]
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Light yellow dyed willow silk, just south of the Yangtze River in February.
Last night before the village misty rain, a red pressure restaurant flag.
[free time]
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In the late spring, when the flowers are in decline, the embroidery is tired and the needle stops.
Go to the weeping willows of the small bridge and play with the fish.
Two pictures of dreams (Part one)
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The phantom bubble movie floats in this body, flicks the finger Sansheng to be allowed to go or stay.
Dream is also true and dream, which is butterfly, which is Zhuangzhou.
(2)
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The cold mountain is full of dead trees, and the small maokan is opposite to the ancient city.
Why does Jin Qing want to recognize his past life from his paintings.
Chinese PinYin : Zhang Xiang
Zhang Xiang
