Zeng Yu

Zeng Yu

Zeng Yu (1073-1135) was written in the public volume and later named Mr. Kong Qing. He is from Nanfeng, Linchuan, Jiangxi Province. The fourth son of Zeng Bu, Prime Minister of the Northern Song Dynasty, is Zeng Gong's nephew. At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty and the beginning of the Southern Song Dynasty, he was a essayist, poet and calligrapher.

Life of the characters

In the early days, he took en Yin Bu as the minister. During the reign of emperor zhezong of Song Dynasty, Zhongbo learned Hongci. In 1101, the first year of Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty, he was appointed as the second empress mausoleum envoys. In the second year of Chongning (1103), he joined Yuanyou as a member of the party and was demoted to Lingling, Yongzhou. Later, when he was pardoned, he transferred taxes to Nanjing and Henan, and signed a letter to the magistrate of the Ningguo Army (now Xuancheng County, Anhui Province). He passed through Zhenjiang Prefecture, knew Chuzhou and Xiuzhou, promoted Changping in the capital, transferred vice envoys in Jiangnan East Road, and moved to Xianmo Pavilion. Song Gaozong Jianyan four years (1130), and then served as Jiangnan Road Transport Deputy, moved two Zhejiang Road. Shaoxing two years (1132), know Fuzhou. In three years, in addition to Jiangnan West Road Transport Deputy, Si Nong Shaoqing. Four years later, it was changed to the criminal prison in luti, Fujian Province. Five years (1135), except zhixinzhou (now Jiangxi Shangrao), not the official death, 63.

He once had integrity and loyalty, but he didn't succeed all his life. He is good at poetry and writing. He adheres to the family law for his prose, which is the essence of Zeng Gong's prose. Poetry from the mother teacher, syntax fine beautiful, sincere feelings. It is also a working word. Nine of his poems were recorded in Quan Song Ci, and five in chronicle of Song poetry and Jiangxi Shizheng. He is also good at calligraphy, and his style is between Su and MI. His authentic works include cursive "Caoyu tie" and regular script "huaisu self narration tie postscript", which are collected in Taiwan's Palace Museum and published in Taiwan's "complete works of calligraphy of the past dynasties in the Palace Museum". It is known as "Nanfeng Qizeng" (Zeng Gong, Zeng Zhao, Zeng Bu, Zeng Yu, Zeng Dan, Zeng Xie, Zeng Dun).

There are 10 volumes of "Kong Qing Yi Wen" (zhizhai Shulu Jieti, Volume 18) and 1 volume of "journey to the South", which have been lost. See "Fu Xi Ji" (Volume 28) "Zhi Bao Wen Ge Zhi Qu Zhou cemetery inscription". See Shi Yi of Song Dynasty, Shu of Southern Song Dynasty, Si Ku Quan Shu, Tong Zhi of Jiangxi Province, Yu Ding Shu Hua Pu, Zhi Ming of Zeng Gong mu by Wang Zao of Song Dynasty and Shu Kong Qing Ji Hou by Lu You of Song Dynasty.

personal works

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At dusk, Meirui in Zhengqian village worries about people like snow. Dongmo Xixi long remember, Shuying horizontal oblique season. Six out of ice posture, jade micro step, smile gently fold. Orchid room intoxicated, secret incense had stolen.

Looking back, a thousand rivers and mountains, a branch to see again, thousands of knot from the intestine. Expect linluan thin loss, when the cry red steal. How to get Yi Lai, many you hate, twisting green shoots together to say. Now thousands of miles away, the soul is broken, and the sky is opposite to the moon.

Shanglin spring

Dongyuan Meifan, Haojian fangle, drunk Huaqian maniac. Make up micro step, climb the bar to get powder, Lingbo everywhere looking for qingmo. The faint fragrance falls into the dimple. More floating near, fog maid cicada forehead. Pour gold lotus, read streamer easy to lose, quiet posture can cherish.

Cherish flower heart, not sweet sideburns. On the South Branch, I saw the news of Xunfang. Looking back on the old tour, the former joy is like a dream, who knows, it's easy to throw. Thick red disordered pistil, spread all over the north and south of Chu River. Alone ecstasy, miss who send, hometown spring.

Autumn

The wood falls, the mountain is bright, the river is blue at dusk, and the building is too empty. A cup of wine flies in plain hands, a hairpin laughs, and gold is full of floating flowers. The cloud on the temples is slow. The wine is red and the fragrance is thin. Drink carefully. He teaches outside the curtain and draws the appendix angle on the moon.

In those years, it was easy to come to a foreign land, but hard to leave. Old friends far away, Lingbo where, only remnant British total lonely. There is no place to worry. Send cold fragrance and ask Jiashi by canal, make powder and blow flowers, for whom to comb.

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Jiangcheng Spring Festival Gala, is crabapple water, sweet alone. It's so rich and beautiful. Why the golden plate house. No one under the moon, tears in the rain, gorgeous still Qingshu. The wine is rich in muscle, tender red and light.

At dawn, the mist is deep in the forest, and the beauty sleeps in the spring. Laugh out sparse fence, end can be disgusted, peach and plum man mountain vulgar. Where are the swans? They are moving to Western Sichuan. In the Ming Dynasty, when people wake up from drinking, they can't bear to touch.

Dongxian song

Xiangru played Lingyun Fu on that day. The wind and rain are wonderful. Remember the whip chariot Road, with drunk Jinming, poor win reward, regardless of the heavy city is already dusk.

Old travel is like a dream, scattered friends, ink dripping, still as before. Kuang Shenzhou looks to the north. Now it has been in the ruins of Qiuxu, hurting Baibi and burying loess for a long time. However, the sky seems to be empty, and the aura is still there, and there is no xuandu.

Lin Jiang Xian

The short wall in the backyard is facing the green water, and the spring wind is blowing fast. Ask who pressed xiaochanjuan. Yutangzhen bachelor, linguandi immortal.

Ande came here and had a dream of pear garden. The governor of Jiangnan is salivating. According to the fact that the intestine of the saddle is broken, let alone in front of you.

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The mountain is cold and the river is clear. Xiguang goes to chaimen. Lying opposite Baiping island. He sleeps and counts the fishing boats.

Streams and mountains are infinitely good. I hate not to meet early. Old sickness alone wakes many. What a good night.

Visit Jinmen

The wind is blowing. Snowflakes are beginning to accumulate outside the window. The dream is broken, the window is quiet. Cold power is invincible.

Strong from drink Jun trickle. I feel drunk with tears. There are many different roads. No information.

Product order

The ripples are green. The mist is sparse, even the lone duck. In the spring of one year, Liu Fei's catkins were light and his bamboo shoots were fresh. Lonely and secluded flowers, the garden is green.

It's not enough. I'm sorry to be a wanderer, and I'm looking forward to my return. When he was young, his dream was thousands of miles away, and he was still in the city. There should be Lingbo, when the eyes of old friends.

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