GUI Maoyi

GUI Maoyi

GUI Maoyi, a poetess in Qing Dynasty. The word Peishan, Yushan female history, Jiangsu Changshu people. She is the wife of Shanghai supervisor Li xuehuang. Peishan originally came from the Li family. Her mother's heart was respectful, her word was Yiming, and her sister's heart was ploughing. She was the most reluctant to chant. She died early after she married her family and wrote "bark fish grass".

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Pei Shan's poems are elegant, graceful and beautiful. She and Xi Peilan are friends in the boudoir, singing to each other and spreading the art. He was once a teacher of boudoir school between Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Taste the title "Guo Guo early Dynasty picture" has the sentence "Ma Tuo Xiang Meng Ren Ying men", see appreciation in Suiyuan (Yuan Mei). In his later years, he lived in Hushang, where he lived in Fuxuan, one lamp with two tubes and thatched cottages. Wang Shuyi wrote his manuscript: "it's rare for a beautiful woman to enjoy longevity, but a famous person with her may as well be poor." His mother Li Yiming and his poems were jointly published as Er Yu Cao. His works include Xiuyu Xucao, tingxue Ci and Eryu Cao.

Selected works

Poetry

[feeling]

The pillow dream frequency is startled, the remnant pillow dark restores the light. Worry more narrow world, heavy love, light life and death.

The floating world is illusory, but the demons are not easy to calm. Why is autumn insect bitter, intermittent and sad.

[archaize]

The article is also a kind of art. The sound of nature is natural, and the famous saying is reasonable.

If you send it for a while, it will occupy thousands of miles. When I read ancient books, my writing is dull.

Three generations later, they praised the beauty of carving and painting.

Women's history

Ye xiaoluan

Meizi inkstone

Luo Zi gently grinds the jade sample, and there is an ancient chanting soul in his rubbing. A pool of warm peach blossom water washes out the old traces of Dai.

[white chrysanthemum]

Haze Xiaoao several double sun, Yi state should be light makeup. If you don't use the lead to mark the evening Festival, you are willing to make the color beautiful in autumn.

Yueming old garden branch more thin, frost tired sparse hedge leaves not yellow. It's just said that the people of Suxin deliver wine, and the three paths of Tao family are good for drinking.

[i.e. narration of events]

When ten thousand kinds of diseases were collected, the situation was poor and the medical expenses were poor. The old lady's trunk was empty, and her waistline was reduced to poetry.

Wen Yuliao comforts her, and her tearful face is afraid of watching her son. On the platform of the mirror, the day is very clear, and the stars are shining on their temples.

Ci works

Spring

The light flickers and touches thousands of emotions. Remember the night before, listen to babble. You accompany me and chant poems.

It's hard to keep a pearl in your hand. The swallow goes to the nest. In a moment, dreams are scattered and nowhere to be found.

[Qinyuanchun, mourning for four women's sorrow]

Dissecting lotus root and silk, picking melon and injuring pedicel, thinking about what to do. I feel sad without reason, and my tears hang around my eyes. I wake up suddenly and feel pain in my heart.

Hand around, groping in the arms, like now can see. I'm very sad. I'm tired of love. I'm sorry for it.

Heaven is used to grinding people. No plan, no love. Regrets usually look at, a few mistakes, in the disease dispensing, mostly wasted.

The general angle hairpin flower, helps to seek the elder sister, the bubble in a hurry passes. Song when cry, sigh tender heart broken, tears have no more.

Touch the fish: a picture of Wang Siyi's literary collection

Swing light radius, green poplars, boundless far water. Water chestnut like snow shop lake, set off red Jiao Cui, foliage fertilizer.

Like fingers and claws, not afraid of fiber awn thorn. Containing fragrance, pregnant beauty, to Qinxue poem intestines, charm flowers wonderful tongue, just call this clear taste.

In the world of mortals, how many false names and illusory profits can Xiao Xian embrace. The late return of mining along the dyke filled the lake with clouds. The soft oar sways.

The wild geese were frightened to stay in line, and they all fled to Sha Ting. On the back of the setting sun, we are peeling the green ice, piling up the horns, and calling Narcissus drunk.

Chinese PinYin : Gui Mao Yi