Beginning of autumn (Mochou crossing the bridge in Zhushan-remembering Jie Jiang)

This morning in beginning of autumn, I recalled the autumn ci, thought of "Autumn Niangdu and Tainiang Bridge", and looked at Mr. Jie Jiang's ci at the end of Song Dynasty and the beginning of Yuan Dynasty. Born in the era of dynasty change and the integration of Hu and Han, his ci works have many words with obvious autumn meaning, such as "sorrow, return, dusk and Xiao" Fortunately, Wujiang is a gentle water town, and it is also a blessing to talk in seclusion. There are many epigrams involved in Mr. Zhushan's creation, among which Yu Meiren, A Prune of Plums, Nanxiangzi, Youth Tour and He Xinlang are all excellent. Interestingly, the music word boards in Yong Yu Le, Qi Tianle and Da Sheng Le are also filled with autumn worries and strong dreams, which is probably caused by the poet's feelings of failing to show his talents.

a prune and a boat crossing Wujiang

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

was in a state of spring anxiety. The boat on the river shakes and the curtain moves upstairs. Qiuniang Crossing and Tainiang Bridge, the wind is fluttering and the rain is rustling. (crossing a work: degree. Qiaoyizuo: Jiao)

When will you go home to wash your robes? The silver word is sheng Diao, and the heart word is fragrant. The streamer easily throws people away, turning cherries red and plantains green.

a plum blossom (staying in the Zhu's building for a long visit)

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

The small balcony has a wide view. Look at the shutter. Look at the sunset curtain. My hometown is sad at first sight. The clouds are misty again. The water is misty again.

heaven never teaches people to have a dream. It was cold in spring last night. It's cold in spring tonight. Pear blossoms bloom at the end of the month. Knock all over. Shoot it all over.

Yu Meiren listens to the rain

Song Jie Jiang

Young people listen to the rain on the song floor. The red candle is faint. Listening to the rain in the boat in the prime of life. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.

now I'm listening to the rain monk. The temples are full of stars. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.

Yu Meiren Shu Lou

Song Jie Jiang

Silk willow silk rain. Spring is at the place of Meng. The building is too small to hide sorrow. Go with Yunfei several times and find your way home.

Heaven is merciful to Kezi Township, Guanyuan. Borrow flowers for recreation. Begonia is red and nearly green. It's cold to roll the bamboo curtain.

Xiangzi Zhousulan Bay

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

turned cherry red. Green banana. Send the spring home, and the guests are still floating. Valley water last night, Langao tonight. Naiyun is dissolved, the wind is faint, and the rain is drizzling.

yinzi shengdiao. My heart is burning. The material is fragrant and withered at first glance. If you hate Chunchun, you will all pay Chunchao. Cross Niangniang Dike, Qiuniangdu and Tainiangqiao.

Youth Tour, Fenglin is red through the late smoke

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Fenglin is red through the late smoke, and visitors are full of gulls. In the past twenty years, homeless people have planted bamboo, which is still named after bamboo.

before the spring breeze and the autumn wind arrive, it is light to grow old. I only composed my whole life as a song.

Youth Tour

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

It's hard to clear the pear. A thousand points shine on the stream. The window for blowing catkins is low, and the window for spitting velvet is small, so people walk across the green shade.

Nowadays, Bai Niao is flying everywhere, and the smoke and trees are remote. Two sleeves are cold in spring, one is bitter in spring, and the sun is cold and heartless.

Frosty Sky and Small Corner Shadow Window Screen

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Shadow Window Screen. Who will fold the flowers? If you fold it from him, you can know who to fold it to.

eaves teeth. Branches are the best. Fold higher when you fold. Talking about folding flowers is humane, and it must be inserted in the direction and tilted at the temples.

Zhao Jun resents the fact that the burden is small

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Although the burden is small, it is good to be red in vain, and it has sold out to the owner of Lane and the owner of Lane West.

outside the curtain, crows crow in the curtain. Ask to buy plum blossoms? Buy peach blossoms?

like a dream

song dynasty: Jie Jiang

jathyapple's shadow in the stream. Xiao Lu Yan Hua he ding Half a lifetime on the world of mortals, in the end lose his village scenery. Village view. Village view. Chopsticks, axes, ploughing and fishing boats.

Autumn Night Rain Autumn Night

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Huangyun Shuiyi was choked in autumn. Blow people's temples like snow. Worry is helpless, and the handle is broken and the cold flower is light.

the red cloud turns into the fragrant heart, and the night is getting deeper and the people's words are beginning to rest. Don't worry at this moment. The geese fall in the shadows, and the west window leans on the moon.

Autumn Night Rain

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Hong Lin didn't choke thermos flask. The ashes are sunny and snowy. When you are drunk, you can smell it, but your hands and new oranges are idle.

If the plum blossom is damaged more deeply, you should listen to the painting hall and the flute and drum before resting. I think it's the weather. No. Borrowing, spring breeze in March.

Nanxiangzi (Huang Kui)

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Cold is autumn flowers. It is colder than autumn flowers. Lotus everywhere for drunk reward, from him. Chu Shi, a stranger, boasted.

I feel lonely for two or three times. There is no wind and it is oblique during the day. In a picture of the west window, whose home is it? Roll the thin yarn of Xiang skirt.

Nanxiangzi

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Boayan Xiaotingzhou. The cold skirt is full of water. There is no place to find flowers on the skirt, and I will revisit it. Every willow is only half a hook in the moon.

it is allowed to build a floor. I hope that the Yi family will stop when they see it. I'm also afraid that the powder sky will rise at the end of the day. Turn into acacia and worry.

Langtaosha (Double Ninth Festival)

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Showing dew and bathing to dredge tung trees. Autumn is full of curtains. Yan Qin is speechless. Pinch through the east window to see the bright moon, hibiscus in the morning.

the past is a long shot. Smoke and water are lonely. One respect for nine is empty. I don't understand how to blow my hat off and hate to kill the west wind.

Yong Yu Le (green shade)

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Qing forced the pool pavilion, moistened the mountain pavilion, and the snow was condensed. Before the cicada, there is no butterfly, and the flowers are gone with the water. West Park Branch Path, Kesashige arrives, which is half a hindrance to drunkenness. Unless it is, the warbler is small and thin, and secretly leads the chicks to wear it.

the plum eaves are dripping, and the wind blows them off, leaving a wisp of setting sun. Yu Zi knocked on the pestle, and the incense fell on the headland. How deep was the sound? Layers of hatred, sadness, so disturbing and annoying. It should be difficult to recognize, strive for the old museum in spring, and lean on the red apricot.

Qi Tianle (Reading Dreams and Stories in the Lantern Festival)

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

The silver toad flew over the edge of the dragon. Juanjuan looked at the dragon's tail. The electric purple sheath is light, the clouds are red and curved, and the jade carving wears the bottom of the lamp. The peak is beautiful. Boil a bunch of voices, and the road is flattering. The maid greeted her, and Yan Jiaoying dazzled her pearls.

Hua Xu's immortal dream was not over, and he was blown away by the gods. Light willow lakes and mountains, thick flowers and alleys, but only Qiantang. Go back to Bianshui. I hope that I can swim on the same day. But there are cold weeds, and green phosphorus rises at night.

Jie Jiang (date of birth and death is unknown), whose name is Zhushan, was born in Chu Yang (now Yixing, Jiangsu) at the end of Song Dynasty. The ancestors were Yixing giants, and they were scholars in the tenth year of Xianchun (1274). When he died in the Southern Song Dynasty, he deeply felt the pain of national subjugation and lived in seclusion. He was called "Mr. Zhushan" and "Cherry Jinshi", and his integrity was valued by people of that time. He is good at ci, and he is also called "the four masters in the late Song Dynasty" with Zhou Mi, Wang Yisun and Zhang Yan. His poems mostly express the thoughts of the old country, the sorrow of mountains and rivers, and the styles are diverse, but they are mainly sad and handsome, and Xiao Liao is sparse and cool. In particular, the ingenious work of language creation is unique in the field of Ci in Song Dynasty, and Zhushan Ci has been handed down from generation to generation.