Li Peijin

Li Peijin

Li Peijin, a poetess in Qing Dynasty. The year of birth and death is not known, the word is Zhilan, the word is chenlan, from Changzhou (now Suzhou, Jiangsu).

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Bang Xie's daughter is he Xiang's wife from Shanyin (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). He is good at painting plum blossom and works in poetry, which was commented by people at that time as "lifelike gargle jade". There are four poems in autumn wild geese, in which there is a saying: "when I listen to the bow string, I feel sleepy, and I write a long time to report peace. Zheng has no urgent column, rather than the drum, Qin has a sad sound, can't bear to play No detachment, no stickiness, the thought of resentment, over expression, Jiangnan people call "Li Qiuyan". More than 30 years ago. He is the author of shengxiangguanci, two volumes of poetry and two volumes of CI. It was engraved in Suzhou in the 24th year of Jiaqing. Before it, there was a preface by Yang Yun, the daughter of Yang fangcan. At the end, there was a postscript by sun JUNBA, which was collected by the national Library of China.

Selected works

Poetry

Four autumn geese

There is no reason for Yan city to sing elegy, bringing the sound of business and crossing the river. Thousands of miles of hometown heart with the moon far away, a year of melancholy into autumn. by the water, there are no clouds and waves in the cold night. Qu Song Fengliu scattered, that can be heavy to Dongting. rain comes in the evening, frost comes in the morning, not for the sad autumn. Reed flowers are cold, herons and gulls are silent and desolate. it's easy to get lost when the road is poor, so it's better to stay at home. It is a kind of Baitou Yuandi affair. Tiantian only solves Yuanyang. who is leaning on a tall building and playing a flute. It's not necessarily a blessing to be able to sing. It's tiring to have a trace. How can you avoid it when you enter the world? Then you will feel light in the end. Yue fu and Chu Yi are not famous for their calligraphy. It's hard to get to the south of the Yangtze River. I was shocked to sleep when I heard the bow string. I wrote a long time to report my peace. The zither has no urgent column, rather than the drum, and the Qin has a sad sound. But the west wind is not so good, and the outliers are colder than here.

Ci works

[golden Zoysia · appendix]

the Brahma follows the flowers. The setting sun courtyard is in the shadow of Gu Hong. A truss of green curtain, Bosse, once seen in accordance with the agreement. The sky, the clouds, the night. Back east wind, empty migration, Nai sorrow, song are lingering all over. Recognize a thousand points, cry red resentment. I'm afraid to ask about the leisure pool. Left still, apricot Liang Shuangyan, regret spring micro sigh. Lonely Begonia red halo near, but far away to see the flowers. Then soft step, moss to find all over. Twelve blue city, the sky is like water, inlaid with exquisite, the moon at night and the trace of spring is shallow. Try again, light soul call.

[Golden Melody · after Huang Zhongze regretted his Ci, he gave it to Wang Jiantan rhyme]

unfold the scroll and let it shine. The silver screen, the jade and the smoke embers, the cold chant and the idle look. Read the night window empty water, hundreds of tears difficult to measure. Can only for, fall plum sad. True to a hundred flowers on the head of death, Qian two, moon and sorrow buried. Pang Dan, dark fragrance Dang. The wizard lives on the green night. At that time, I thought about the situation of redness, redness and madness. Sighs the CI person to be scattered, only has the Castle Peak to be safe. For decaying grass, xieyangmen lane. The light rain drips, the autumn dream is thin, the strange golden wind, the cool through Zhu Yingzhang. It's winding around the wall, making a noise.

[Golden Melody · in the evening of spring, the wind and orchid in Wuzhong. When I will go to Zhongzhou, I feel this explanation, that is to say, I send it to you

the moon shines, the pear flower is white. On the back of the screen, it is dark and cold. The smoke is dim, the star is shaking, the green is about to fall, and the trees are fragrant and pink. But it's the time of the year. The dream and shadow are far away from home, listening to the cuckoos and weeping all over the spring mountain. If you can't fly, the Cangjiang river is wide. Tender intestines with clove knots. It's useless to live in today's world and get rid of the original hatred. longing of parted lovers

[Bodhisattva · autumn night calligraphy]

the ice wheel breaks the blue sky. The sound of anvil knocks on the cold Acacia night. The wild geese come to heaven. It's cold in Xiaoxiang. The moon in the flower. Don't you know the difference. Same as last autumn. How many worries.

Song of selling flowers

eyebrow shadow control curtain nail, flower fill moss mark. Full of fragrant fog, tender cold invasion. Resentment into the cuckoo sound of blood, alone sorrow. Jade Flute leaves love, grass grows red heart. Moon hook hanging beauty soul. Lianer's life is still thin for flowers, not to mention Nongjin.

[Luhua, waning moon]

I'm not sure. The lotus leaves will be broken, and the shadow of the tree will turn low. Suddenly tease, still a trace of autumn shallow. Pity canal that endure first sleep, night light people clear. I don't know if it's my opinion that I hate so much. Xiaoting is a fan in summer. Then he mistakenly worshipped the deep, fragrant heart seal. ZHengNai, once in a place, once in a long sigh. Left before the degree of leisure worry, hanging in the curtain silver garlic. Luoyi cold, flower soul and dream pin dark.

Butterflies in love with flowers

Remember to sit in the evening. It's hard to love willows and flowers but hate singing in spring. The wind is graceful. Surrounded by green waves, spring marks are bumping. Spectrum on the red salt blue candle fall. Break the coral, sing who and who. There is nothing to worry about when it comes to leisure. Tears play thin peach. When I don't see you, it's like saying goodbye. I'm afraid there will be no news after that. A little ink, a thousand tears, look at man Jian, all stains Yin red. The number of Qiu arrows, four more thorough.

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