Zhao Wen

Zhao Wen

Zhao Wen (1239-1315), a scholar in the late Song Dynasty and early Yuan Dynasty. At the beginning, it was named Fengzhi. Its character was gongzhi and Yike. It was named Qingshan. It was from Luling (now Ji'an, Jiangxi Province).

brief introduction

Zhao Wen was a member of Wen Tianxiang's family, and once joined his shogunate to participate in the anti yuan activities. Zhao Wen and Liu Chenweng had a close relationship with each other. Chen Weng attached great importance to him. Liu Jiangsun also formed a "Qingshan society" with him. The situation of his association is unknown.

Appreciation of works

Zhao's Ci poems often hurt the feelings of spring, and in autumn he expressed the pain of national subjugation and patriotism. Such words are often written with deep depression and bitterness. And the most miserable work is "eight tones of Ganzhou. He Kong Zhan Huai believes in the Duke of the state, because he reads his brother Zhou"

It was last year, and the grass was sad, and the dust covered the golden clothes. Zhu Yan for soil, poplar can column, swallow who according to. There is no place for Acacia. After the return of Liaohe, the city is not at all.

More Yanping sword, to the wind and thunder in the middle of the night, where to find Iraq. It's strange that you can play chess with jade. To the year after year, heartless can break, to Qingming, alone cover Jingye. What's more, the sound of birds, Du Yu and Tumi.

This word is a work of missing Wen Tianxiang. Shangkan has written that Wen Tianxiang died for righteousness for a long time. I'm afraid it's already "dust gives birth to golden clothes" and "Zhu Yan is the earth" now. But his missing for him is still "love without land", sincere and heavy. Unfortunately, if the prime minister's soul comes back to meet now, what he will see will be nothing but "the city is not at all.". Xiakan praised Wen Tianxiang as "a sword of Yanping", but now he has no idea where he is going, and he will never see the heroism of the prime minister again. Only in the annual Qingming Festival "heartless broken" alone devour the boundless thoughts and sorrow. The sentence "birds, Du Yu, flowers, Tumi" makes people sad.

List of CI works

Wu Yeti (Autumn Festival)

The courtyard is quiet, the locust is overcast like water, the rain is still, and the cicada's language is early autumn. No one beat the ripe and broken plums.

And send the passers-by back, who pity the tired guest. On the South Bank of the river, people lean on the Sunset Tower.

Ruan Langgui (pear flower)

It's just plain clothes. Plain clouds and green branches. I don't know how to pick immortal poems all my life. Snow fragrance should know for itself.

After a light rain, when smoking is forbidden, it's never too late to wash your make-up. When the east wind does not melt, she cherishes her beauty. Blowing into a butterfly.

Ruan Langgui

The red dance is about to give birth to clothes. Canying leaves the old branch. The rain sings its own words of cherishing spring. Pedestrians should not know.

After the new fire, Borneo. It's too late for you to return. Lost in the mirror. Years fly with flowers.

Su Mu Zha

The green seedlings are flat, the smoke trees are far away, the village swallows are noisy, and the geese come back late. Rely on the appendix to ease the sleepy eyes. A grape is so green that the pond is full.

First drink and then sing. A little leisure is hard to amuse. It's not as short as returning to the dream. Not to mention the cuckoo, how not to teach intestines.

Side criminals (drinking Begonia at night)

Hate flowers to do, late at night since the convergence rouge. After the rain. Wrapped in brocade. Floating burning honey torch, fragrant fog falling. Nothing. I'm so proud of you.

Song couples drink with each other, flowers sit around the spring. Read all eyes, young people, who is older than me. Every year, the door is unlocked. Don't let Dongjun down, wine League poetry class.

Shizhou slow

Beijing and Zhejiang dust, Fujian and Qiao wind and frost, do not feel urge old. The Marquis affairs pay son Cao, lazy water caltrop frequency shine. Mingguang Fu pen, that know Baishou mountain, every year in charge of leisure flowers and plants. Percussion horn night long, ask when can dawn.

I can't laugh. There are thousands of articles handed down from generation to generation, just like illness and hunger. If you want to be proud of a prince, you will be proud of him. It's decided that Lao Tzu is still a dragon today, and it's hard to predict whether he will die or not. No wine, no worry, ask Huanghua know.

Looking at the tide of the sea

Cloud outside plum Yin, rain remaining moss halo, tender cold early Qin Luo clothes. Book a few dust, Qin ribbon run, small window dreams of cool. The new water rises to the silver pond. After Wang and sun's death, tobacco is boundless. I remember the place where the lake and the mountain win is relatively yellow.

The ink is still fragrant. Naidang when the temples, are Wu Shuang. The rabbit Ying sings bitterly, the Cuqiu solves the ruler. Old sayings cannot last long. When the wind blows away, you can see the local scenery. Only green mountains, accompany me to cultivate and fish old villages.

Da Lin (GaN Chun)

The fragrance of treasure is still, the curtain is still, and the birds are startled when they fly. Before meditating on the dream, I have tears at that time, and I want to play in the pavilion. Taiyi palace wall, Bodhisattva Temple Road, who is in charge of opening and falling one after another. Feeling Hun he like, like Pipa immediately, Xiaohan desert. Like Zheng Yan frequency shift, Jin degree thin, plain muscle clear cut.

Acacia is helpless. Revisit the old, who sent a car to make a living. It is a secret record of Sheng, Liu Lang QianDu, Du Mu Sansheng, who they are and who they are. Try to wipe the water caltrop, worry to place, sideburns silk foresight. Read alone and become desolate. When I see you again, if I mistakenly plan to ride a crane in Yangzhou, I might as well have a drink in Lvyin.

Yingti Xu (Spring Festival Gala)

Why is the east wind red and purple? It blows away in a hurry. Most regret, 90 spring, half mood listen to rain. To yesterday, to see flowers, now is full of Acacia. Depending on the setting sun, the sentimental swallow can speak.

Since strange feelings, recently Dun lazy, memories of Liu Lang QianDu. Outside the broken bridge and the heavy curtain of the courtyard, the man was living by the willow. Ask Zhang Tai and Qing Qing if they are there. Fang Xin is separated from the soul without evidence. If you want to be a pedestrian, fold all the soft bars and roll your worries into wadding.

Idle will cup wine, advise Xihe, hold bridle less. How to bear, Fangfei easy Commission road. Spring is back, dancing for you. Who said that ten years of tears from the copper fairy were the result of the golden plate dew at that time. When you think about all things, you have only the original intention, but you have not turned Ying into earth.

Floating life is like a guest, spring does not pity people, people more pity spring dusk. You do not see, brothel Zhu Ge, dance girl song boy, scattered hills, then the room secluded households. Changmen Ci Fu, Chenxiang Yuefu, long who is the bosom friend, and many green shade repair flower. They are more attentive to the singing of warblers, and have a good reputation in the later period.

Preface to warbler's singing

The autumn wind is blowing on my hair again. It's strange that the streamer is dark. The most hateful thing is that the trees fall into the mountains and the sky. Where is the grass in my hometown. Looking at the past, the rise and fall of tears, who knows the past is like the past. After listening to Wu er's singing, the court flower renovates its music.

The heartbreak in Jiangnan is the most bitter for Geng Xin. Who is there to write it together. The sky is far away, the sea of clouds is vast, and the scale is like a dream without foundation. I hate the east wind, but I'm not satisfied with it. Think of old friends, under the moon ponder, at this time who sue.

My life is over, so why should I cherish the old world. I don't hate the late return of Fu. At that time, only Yunlong and Pingchu were in harmony. When a man's ears are dead, he'll hear you, and Ding Ning's shoes are full of fragrance, how can he turn into Xu Chao. Dongjun is incompetent, success or failure back, hand melon garden.

Paste residual night for a long time, on the mountain cold, relative Geng speechless. Hate before this, YAN Dan plan early, Jing Qingcai sparse, Yi Shui clothes, total dust. Fighting Rooster and running dog, calling Lu Cuju, all his life in the old world, about when, talk about even bed rain. Wang sun Zhao doesn't come back. He picks yellow flowers and helps the mountain road drunk.

Qi Liao Yuan (inscribed on Yun Xuan)

Where is the Pearl palace in the jiangque, where is the song of Bi Wu and Shuang Feng. For the end of the matter, a fall in the world, light topic broken, hidden rhyme Tianyin. At that time, a little bit of cloud and rain, in a hurry, mistakenly ink stained plain skin. It's the most bitter and affectionate in the world. It's the most affectionate in the sky.

Things are sunny and cloudy. Luo Rujia's account is hard to find. The tiger roars, protecting the ruins, still today. Setting sun and flowing water, blowing purple space, Dancheng forest. Frost sky and moon are bright, the wind is blowing, and green birds are flying around.

scattered shadows

(Taoist Zhu Fugu is good at playing the Qin, which is my last words: the Qin must be directed at the humble voice. If it's too clever, it's the same as Zheng Ruan. I appreciate his words as Fu

The cold spring splashes snow, the ring wears faintly, flies through the frost moon. The wind and cold in Yishui, the elegy of the heroes, and the parting of the mountains. Yanghua vast clear sky turn, and into, cloud Hongshuang Uighur. Geng Shihao, silent for a long time at night, such as the smell of Youyan.

The people of Yungu mountain are old, and jiangkong is late, so he is very sad. Yuli long body, since the fetus fairy, dance I Huangting three fold. The world is only used to Ding when the word, beauty in, a clear clumsy. In the Ming Dynasty, when I tried to brush the water chestnut, I would have a hairpin.

Ruihexian (Liu's garden west lake willow)

The green poplar is as deep as rain. On the West Lake, the old days were sunny, and I hate it. Romantic like Zhang Xu. Envy the spring breeze as before, charming every year. The palace waist is clear. He had a wonderful dance. Think now like me, scattered in the world, but regret envy.

After long autumn goes, Yang Baihua flies, old tune who spectrum. Annual light intensity. It's too sad to be sued. Remember the road of Bodhisattva temple, duanjiaqiao water, when to reach the dream again. Kuang routiao is getting old, but contending for Nai is not enough.

Dharma Guide (Shou Yunyan)

Yunmo, yunmo, yunyongzi. There is nothing wrong with the immortals on the rock. I look at the peach blossom in the water. A little bit is cinnabar.

also

Good in the mountains, good in the mountains, long day baby. Walk alone on Jinque road at midnight, and write the green chapter words from the clear window. There are cranes at leisure.

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Gong Du me, Gong Du me, I'm Han Tongxian. Borrow my jade dragon for fear, hoe the rain for the public, and plant sesame fields. Keep an eye on the millennium.

Basheng Ganzhou

It was last year, and the grass was sad, and the dust covered the golden clothes. Zhu Yan for soil, poplar can column, swallow who according to. There is no place for Acacia. After the return of Liaohe, the city is not at all.

More Yanping sword, to the wind and thunder in the middle of the night, where to find Iraq. It's strange that you can play chess with jade. To the year after year, heartless can break, to Qingming, alone cover Jingye. What's more, the sound of birds, Du Yu and Tumi.

Sai Weng Yin

And Begonia open, upstairs times feel cold in spring. The leaves are green and the rain is dry. Love is far away. At that time, I had to buy some famous flowers. Who would I look at. For ten years, the earth is full of flowers. But it's too green to be dry.

Joys and sorrows. Think of the world, really like a dream, can't stay, the city is dying. I have seen Zhao Xidan and Wuyan lake. It's hard for you to make a fresh start in the future.

On the phoenix stage

White jade duel, incense Luo twist, for whom special round. Envy the goddess of flowers, have this leisure. It's suspected that it's gongbootu, just kicking and mistakenly hanging flowers. Tumi is colorless and Yurui is colorless.

By the appendix. A few light moon, strange ice wheel in the sky, moving down the earth. It's hard for Naikan to be a servant girl. The humanity turns the official ball also, the spring goes also, wants to turn any official. Chatting with poets, writing on their desks, looking at each other with ice and snow.

Jade candle

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