Yongmei's poems

1. A poem describing the selfless dedication of plum blossoms: "Scattered into mud, crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains."

The original operator Yongmei [Song] Lu You's position is to break the bridge, and he is lonely. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

There is a broken bridge outside the post station, and the plum blossoms bloom alone, and no one asks. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to try their best to compete for favor, and they don't care about the jealousy and rejection of flowers. Even if it withers, grinds into mud and turns to dust, plum blossoms still exude a faint fragrance as always.

Appreciate the title of "Yongmei". This poem "The Diviner" expresses his lonely, elegant and clean interest. This is exactly the same as Mr. Lian Xi (Zhou Dunyi) who only loves lotus flowers, which are clear and not evil, and uses lotus flowers as a metaphor. The author also uses plum blossoms as a metaphor.

Lu You once praised plum blossom "The more awe-inspiring the snow, the stronger the integrity in the flower" ("Falling Plum"). Plum blossoms are so beautiful and unique that many flowers are produced, but "now" is actually open outside the post station in the country. The dilapidated "broken bridge" is naturally inaccessible and lonely, and plum blossoms have always been neglected.

From this sentence, we can know that it is neither a plum in the government nor a plum in a famous garden, but a "wild plum" growing in a remote suburb. It can't get the care it deserves, let alone be appreciated.

With the metabolism of the four seasons, it opens silently and withers silently. They're all alone and at a loss-who's in charge? This is a plum without a master.

In the sentence "Loneliness without a Master", the author pours his feelings into the objective scenery. The first sentence is situational language, which is already a love story. Sunset dusk, twilight hazy, this lonely plum blossom, how to bear this desolation? Just "sad"-and "lonely", echoing the "lonely" in the previous sentence.

The broken bridge, dusk and dusk outside the post are already lonely and sad, adding more melancholy rain and deepening loneliness. The word "more" is very powerful. The first three sentences seem to describe the predicament of plum blossom, but the second sentence, "the rain of the tiller", breaks the previous "limit" like a heavy hammer.

This kind of sadness seems unbearable, and the emotional rendering has reached a climax. However, despite the cold environment, it is still "open". It, "all trees are cold and colorless, and the south branch is alone" (Daoyuan); It, "Xiang Xuehai dares to make thousands of flowers, and it is unique and leads the world in spring" (Yang Weizhen).

The last four sentences only say that Meihua is in a bad situation, which is just an "open" word for Meihua, but its stubbornness and tenacity are self-evident The landscape on the surface depicts plum blossoms blooming alone in the wind and rain.

Plum blossoms grow in remote "broken bridges outside the post" and "lonely cities without owners". They are not carefully planted by people, but lonely and open. It's dusk, and it's stormy.

In this twilight, plum blossoms that stand upright and open alone will inevitably be lonely and helpless, not to mention the harsh environment and the stormy weather. This is really a deep sigh.

The following lyrics mainly describe two virtues of plum blossom. "I have no intention of fighting for spring, and every group of people will be jealous." One of its advantages is that it is not artificial, vain and does not compete with flowers for spring. In the cold winter, it is aloof and open, and its indifference makes it open-minded and jealous! Its second advantage is noble and upright, even if it is reduced to the point of turning mud into dust, its smell is still the same.

These words are meaningful. When the author wrote this word, he was demoted for urging the use of troops to resist gold. Therefore, he used "flowers" as a metaphor for a villain in the officialdom at that time, and plum blossoms as a metaphor for his determination to stick to moral integrity despite difficulties.

This poem writes a proud and unyielding plum blossom with a fresh artistic conception, which is a metaphor for a person's perseverance, delicate brushwork and profound meaning. It is the swan song of Yongmei's ci. Shang Kun concentrated on the difficult situation of Meihua, and it did have "troubles".

From an artistic point of view, when the author writes his worries, he doesn't have the usual metaphor of employing people and poets, and writes his worries in this way and that way, but uses environment, time and natural phenomena to contrast them. Kuang Zhouyi said: "Words take God from a distance and only describe the scenery, while God speaks for himself. This is a master."

("Hui Feng Hua Ci") In other words, the author describes so many "landscapes" in order to obtain the "divine purpose" of plum blossoms; "Those who are deeper than romance are good at writing landscapes" (Tian Tongzhi's xipu Ci). The four sentences of Shangque can be said to be "double paintings of scenes".

Let readers feel the author's mood in a specific environment-feel sadness from a series of landscapes. It also allows readers to gradually step into the author's state of mind.

Send me a message. Plum blossom, it blooms the earliest.

"All the trees are frozen and ready to fold, and the lonely roots are warm and lonely" (Miracle); "I don't know if the recent spray started first, but I suspect it didn't disappear after the winter snow" (Zhang Wei). It is it that ushered in spring.

But it "has no intention of fighting for spring." In spring, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, competing for novelty and beauty, while plum blossoms do not "compete for spring". Han Ling starts first, only the sincerity to welcome the spring.

People who are "bitter" are desperate, desperate and try their best. Satire the square group from the side.

Plum blossoms are not meant to compete with each other. Even if Fang Qun is jealous, it is their own business. Let's be jealous for a while. In writing, writing and writing are completely intertwined.

It is a natural phenomenon that plants and trees are ruthless and flowers bloom and fall. However, it implies that the author's unfortunate experience exposes the shameless behavior of those who steal peace.

Saying "striving for spring" is a metaphor for personnel; "Jealousy" is beyond the reach of vegetation. These two sentences show Lu You's aloof character, his character of never interacting with flatterers and flatterers, and his unyielding pride of not being afraid of slander and preserving himself.

The last few words take the "unique style" of plum blossom a step further: "Scattered into mud, ground into dust, but the fragrance remains unchanged". The previous sentence inherited Shang Kun's miserable situation of loneliness, no ownership, sunset at dusk and wind and rain.

These seven words have been frustrated four times: "fallen flowers", which can't stand the devastation of wind and rain, and plum blossoms have fallen. This is the first floor. It's on the second floor. Mud and water are mixed. You can't tell which is the flower and which is the mud.

Judging from the word "grinding", it shows the ruthlessness of the destroyer and the situation of the victim, which is the third layer. As a result, the plum blossom was destroyed and trampled to ashes.

Here you are.

2. A poem symbolizing the selfless dedication of plum blossom. There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. I have no intention of striving for spring. Every group of people are jealous, and they are all smashed into mud and crushed into ashes. Only the fragrance remains unchanged.

Plum blossoms first bloom, Li Dongfeng is westerly, and leaves are empty in the mountains. Only plum blossoms can't be blown out, and they are still new and white.

Hongmei Su Shi believes in Hongmei every year, and the river hangs down to open. Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, plum trees were tall and reflected Chu Tianbi. The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.

I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question. Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can be used to comfort the thoughts of distant friends?

Lin Bu, Xiaomei, a mountain garden, has a variety of customs. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

The frost bird wants to get a glimpse first, but if the butterfly knows that it has lost its soul, it is fortunate that it has a whisper, so it is not necessary to be good at the golden urn. A plum tree in front of Plum Blossom Ginger Bai Yutang suddenly saw several flowers blooming today.

Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in? Xue Mei (1) Lu Meipo Xue Mei refused to surrender for the sake of spring, and the poet stopped writing and commented on this chapter. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is white, but it has lost the fragrance of Mei. Xue Mei (II) There was a man in Lu Meipo who had no snow and no spirit, snow and no poetry.

The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs. Plum blossoms Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and cold ling opened them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. The early plum blossom is called cold plum and white jade belt tree, which is near the village stream bridge.

I don't know whether it will start in the near future, but it is suspected that it has not been sold by Chun Xue. Yongmei Mao Zedong, the operator of Oracle Bone Inscriptions, sent spring home in the wind and rain, and the snow was flying to welcome the spring.

Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it. Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it.

When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes. Operator? Yongmei Lu You Post broke the bridge, and it was lonely.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.

Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. Mo Mian, the first tree in my family, West Wild Goose Lake, has light ink marks.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Mo Mei lives in bamboo slips and doesn't hate the waste painters of Danqing, so she doesn't need to be different but consistent.

Jade capacity is not as good as western Western jackdaw color, so it is different from Han Palace. The newly blooming plum blossoms have long been frozen, and the lonely roots are warm and lonely.

In front of the village in Zita Law, a branch was opened last night. Shuibian Village, a valley near Zhanggang Mountain in Momei, was once robbed by flowers.

I still hate Dongfeng, but I hate it even more. Mo Mei, a painter in Zhao Bingwen, doesn't make powder and fat noodles, but she is afraid that others will think I am straight.

We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man. Yimei, Li Shangyin, settled in Tianya, and she didn't want to let things happen.

Samuume is the most offensive thing, because the old one is regarded as the flower that opened last year. In the snow forest in Wang Mian, Bai Mei, this body is mixed with peaches and plums.

Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. Mei Wangqi is not affected by dust at all, and bamboo fences and huts are willing.

Just because I misunderstood Lin Hejing, I let the poet say this sentence. Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and betting on plum blossom poems lost a poem by Wang Anshi of Fahua, "Looking for Spring and Seeing Plum Blossoms", and there was a pile of snow on the road.

Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post. In front of Mei Gong's sex, only plum blossoms are lonely.

The bright moon is like water every day, and the wine wakes up to listen to Yu Di. Plum blossoms fall in winter, and the northwest cold wind blows.

Unique plum blossoms fall, no branches float. Nostalgia chasing frost, walking under the ice.

Speaking of spring, * * * reflects the words of Furong. 1 1 Go to Fufeng in the middle of the month to see plum blossoms, Li Shangyin, graceful and untimely.

Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost. Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken.

Who is the morning show for? Don't keep the old days. On a cold night, Du Leike came to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup was boiling red.

As usual, it's different when there are plum blossoms in the previous month. After the snow, plum blossoms are in full bloom. Under the lights, the city is full of peaches and plums looking at Dong Jun, and wintersweet is not in spring.

A few windows are quiet, and the garden is fresh and refreshing. 19 1 1 In the winter of last year, the shadow of Jiang Kui dispersed and the snow was brought to Shihu.

Stop for two months, give simple sentences and sign new voices to do these two songs. Shi Hu was amused, and prostitutes moved to Xi, where syllables were harmonious, so she was named Dimfragrance and Thin Shadow.

Dimfragrance, the old moonlight, look at me more, playing the flute in Bian Mei. Arouse jade people and climb regardless of the cold.

He Xun is old now, and he has forgotten the spring breeze. But the strange flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the fragrance is cold into the Yao mat.

Jiangguo is silent. Sighed away, the snow began to accumulate at night.

Cui Zunyi cried, and the red calyx was silent and nostalgic. Chang Ji once joined hands, and thousands of trees overwhelmed the West Lake.

Piece by piece, blow it out, when can I see it? Thin shadows adorn jade, there are small bluebirds, and branches stay together.

Meet in the guest, hedge corner dusk, nothing to lean on bamboo. Zhao Jun doesn't like Hu Shayuan, but remembers Jiangnan and Jiangbei.

I want to wear a ring and come back on a moonlit night to become this flower. I still remember the old story of the palace. The man sleeps and flies near the moth green.

There is nothing better than the spring breeze, no matter what it is, it has already arranged for the golden house to hide its beauty. I also taught a song "Go with the Flow", but I complained about the sorrow of Yulong.

When you come to find incense again, you have entered the small window banner. Li Qingzhao, a lonely goose, wrote plum blossom poems, which became vulgar as soon as they were written.

If you try to write an article, you'll know that the preface doesn't match the latter. The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, endless, and there is no good mind.

Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water. The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full.

The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears. Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou? A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.

Linjiangxian. Mei Qingzhao's courtyard is deep and deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are in the Spring Festival Evening. Who is haggard and detrimental to the appearance? Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.

Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the strong fragrance blows, the warm wind is late, and not going to apricot flowers makes people charming. After the pavilion was opened, I felt that Li Qingzhao was jade and fragrant, and Zita Law was brown. I hate going to see May later this year.

Jiang Lou Chu Guan, the cloud is far away. On a sunny day forever, leaning against the fence, the green curtain hangs low.

Sitting in front of the statue, the wine is full and the song is broken. Southern branches can be inserted, but they need to be cut frequently. Don't wait for the west building, do some strong management.

Li Qingzhao, a proud fisherman, knows that spring is coming in the snow, and the cold plum is dotted with delicate branches, and his face is charming. In court, Jade Man put on new makeup. Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely.

* * * bounty honor green ant, don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group. Yulouchun Hongmei, Li Qingzhao and Hongsu are willing to cut Qiong Yao to pieces and explore the southern branches everywhere? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.

The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.

6. It makes Yan believe in snow, melodious spring news, new enmity among people, beautiful willows, or that there are few geese in the south. For no reason at all, Baochai Yao Xi, in the sound of colorful strings, spelled into a former statue of returning home.

At the thought of thinning plums, the end of the month is fragrant and white. If not, who will pick branches around the Millennium? Don't be afraid of the distance.

3. Poem of silent dedication of plum blossom 1, plum blossom-Tang Dynasty: Cui Daorong.

At first, there was snow in the calyx, so it was difficult to draw a picture alone.

There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.

Come to listen to the flute sorrow, but lean on the disease.

If the wind blows, it is easy to destroy.

Plum blossoms are in bloom, and the calyx still contains snow; Plum blossoms are beautiful and aloof, even if they want to be painted, they will worry about the vividness of difficult paintings. There is rhyme in flowers, and elegant people don't know the cold in winter. People who are sad in their hearts don't want to listen to the sad flute, and the sick body depends on the plum branches to watch the scenery alone. If the north wind understands my pity, please don't destroy it easily.

2. Operator Yongmei-Hyundai: Mao Zedong.

Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.

Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.

Wind and rain send away spring, and flying snow welcomes spring. It's the season of icicles on the cliff again, but there are still beautiful flowers. Good-looking but not robbing the beauty of spring, just reporting the news of spring. When the mountains and plains are full of flowers, plum blossoms laugh among the flowers.

3. Plum Blossom-Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

There are some plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in the cold. I know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

4. Two Poems of Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden by Lin Bu in Song Dynasty.

Flowers withered, unique plum blossoms swept out against the wind, and the scenery of the small park was beautiful.

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.

Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.

Flowers wither, only plum blossoms proudly bloom against the cold wind, and the bright and gorgeous scenery occupies all the scenery in the small garden. Sparse shadows, sideways in shallow water, fragrant in the moonlight at dusk. Cold birds want to fly down, first glance at plum blossoms; When butterflies know the beauty of plum blossoms, they will lose their souls. Fortunately, I can recite in a low voice, get close to plum blossoms, don't have to knock on sandalwood to sing, and insist on drinking and enjoying in the golden cup.

5. Operator Yongmei-Song Dynasty: Lu You.

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

There is a broken bridge outside the post station, and the plum blossoms bloom alone, and no one asks. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to try their best to compete for favor, and they don't care about the jealousy and rejection of flowers. Even if it withers, grinds into mud and turns to dust, plum blossoms still exude a faint fragrance as always.

4. Does it mean that the plum blossom is unknown, and the poems of selfless dedication are scattered into mud and crushed into dust, and only the fragrance remains.

Original: No dynasty: Song Author: Lu Youyi outside the broken bridge, alone. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

There is a broken bridge outside the post station, and the plum blossoms bloom alone, and no one asks. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to try their best to compete for favor, and they don't care about the jealousy and rejection of flowers. Even if it withers, grinds into mud and turns to dust, plum blossoms still exude a faint fragrance as always.

About the author: Lu You (1125165438+1October13 ~1210 65438+1. Word service concept,no. released.

Han nationality, Yinshan Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang) people. When I was young, I was influenced by patriotic thoughts at home. When Emperor Gaozong was young, I should try it, which Qin Gui admired.

Filial piety makes a scholar. Middle-aged into Shu, devoted to military life, the official to Baozhangge to be built.

Retire to another country in his later years. He has written all his life, and now there are more than 9 thousand songs, which are extremely rich in content.

Together with Wang Anshi, Su Shi and Huang Tingjian, they are also called "Four Great Masters of Song Dynasty", and together with Yang Wanli, Fan Chengda and You Mao, they are also called "Four Great Masters of Zhongxing". He is the author of Poems of Jiannan, Collected Works of Weinan, Book of Southern Tang Dynasty, Notes on Old Ann Studies, etc.

5. This poem about dedication is 1, and Fu Yongmei.

Author Lu You, Song Dynasty

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

Vernacular translation:

By the broken bridge outside the post office. Plum blossoms are in bloom and I am lonely. No one came to appreciate them. It is sad enough to be alone at dusk, and it is blown away by the wind and rain.

It blooms at the head of a hundred flowers, but it has no intention of competing with them for spring and making them jealous. Even if the flowers fall and are crushed into dust and mud, there is still a permanent fragrance in the world.

2. "Crossing Zero Ding Yang"

Author Wen Tianxiang, Song Dynasty

Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.

Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history.

Vernacular translation:

Looking back, I experienced a lot of hardships when I entered the imperial examination in my early years, and now it has been four years since the end of the war.

The country is in danger like catkins in a strong wind, and individuals are like duckweeds in a shower.

I'm still afraid of the fiasco at Fear Beach. It's a pity that I'm alone in Yuan Lu.

Who can live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a patriotic heart that reflects history.

3. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Vernacular translation:

Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring of everything.

With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.

Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat by the river emitted a ray of light, which was particularly bright.

When you come in the morning, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene.

The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.

The author Li Shangyin lived in the Tang Dynasty.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Vernacular translation:

The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to part when we break up. Moreover, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to close, is even more sad.

Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.

Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear.

Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.

5. Mo Mei

Author Wang Mian, Yuan Chao,

The first tree in my home, West Wild Goose Lake, is full of flowers and light ink marks.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.

Vernacular translation:

There is a plum tree in the West Wild Goose Lake near my home, and the blooming plum blossoms are all covered with faint ink marks.

Don't need others to praise its beautiful color, just need the fragrance of plum blossoms to diffuse between heaven and earth.

6. The poem "Sick Cow" about dedication

Song Ligang

Niu Geng's 1,000-acre disease has brought the fruits of labor to thousands of granaries, but its own spirit is very tired and exhausted, but who will pity its hard work?

But in order to satisfy all sentient beings, even if they are sick in the sun, they will not hesitate.

Ode to coal

-Yu Ming Qian

Dig into chaos to get black gold, which stores the deepest meaning of Yang and He.

The fire rekindled into spring, and the furnace shone all night.

Ding yiyuan relies on power and pays attention to the stone after death.

I hope that all people will warm their hearts and go out of the mountains tirelessly.

Ji hai's miscellaneous poems

-Qing Gong Zizhen

The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

Wine

-Qing Qiu Jin

It's worth spending a lot of money to buy a treasure knife and change mink fur.

A cavity of blood is diligent and precious, even if spilled, it can become Bi Tao.