Huang Tingjian's Representative Poems

Huang Tingjian: (1045- 1 105), whose real name was Fuweng, also known as Mr. Yu, was born in Fenning, Hongzhou (now Xiushui, Jiangxi). Poet, lyricist and calligrapher in the Northern Song Dynasty, one of the three major schools of poetry in Jiangxi. Yingzong Zhiping for four years (1067), Jinshi. Professor Ye Xianwei from Beijing, Professor Lang Xianping from imperial academy, School Book Lang, Cao Zuolang, Secretary Cheng, Fuzhou Biejia, Guizhou Resettlement House, etc. Zhe is known as "proofreader" and "collator". Hou Zhuo lives in the house. At the beginning of Shao Sheng's reign, the New Party called it "pseudo" in the editorial history, demoting Fuzhou and resettling Guizhou and other places. Hui Zongchu, Yizhou was detained.

Good at writing, poetry, especially calligraphy. The poetic style is strange, thin and hard, and it is difficult to get rid of vulgar habits and create a generation of ethos. In his early years, he was known by Su Shi, and he was also called "Four Bachelor of Su Men" with, Chao and Qin Guan. Poetry and Su Shi are also called "Su Huang", and there is also The Collected Works of Mr. Huang. Along with Qin Guan, there are also "Guqin Interesting Tales" and "Mr. Huang's Ci". Ci is romantic and heroic, close to Su Shi, and is the ancestor of Jiangxi Poetry School. Chao Bu Zhi said: "Lu Zhi's interplay of small words is solid and wonderful, but he is not a language expert, so he sings good poems in his own tone." (See "The Poet's Jade Chips") There are many other slang words that cannot be avoided. There is "Valley Ci", also known as "Valley Qin Interesting Chapter". The main ink marks are Song Fengge Poetry, Hua Yanshu, Jingfubo Temple, Duxi, Li Bai's Nostalgia for Ancient Poems and Kuzhun Fu. For book reviews, see Jin Lun Book, On Books, He Qingfang and Shi Gu Tang Shu Hua Ji.

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Riding cattle and piccolo blowing through the village thousands of villages away.

How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as jun.

Ps: Pass this poem on as Huang's seven-year-old work.

It's just Jingjiang Pavilion's illness.

The old Fu Bo of calligraphy, the sick Vimo of Bodhi Square.

There are no seagulls and herons in the water near people, and sometimes cows have their noses floating.

Close the door and find a way to say that Chen has no selfishness and spends money on his guests.

I don't know if I have enough food and clothing, but the west wind blows tears and Gu Teng.

Wang Chongdao sent fifty daffodils.

Fairy Ling Bo gave birth to dust socks. She walked lightly on the water.

Who recruited this heartbroken soul and planted it as a cold flower to send sorrow?

Sweet body wants beauty, and mountain alum is the younger brother.

Sitting is really annoying, and I laugh when I go out.

Dengkuaige

Silly children don't do official business, and they rely on yat sen villa for quick things.

Qian Shan has a vast sky, and Chengjiang has a bright moon.

Zhu Xian is already a beauty, and her young eyes are chatting with wine.

Wan Li returned to the ship to play the flute, which is why we made an alliance with Bai Ou.

Send yellow a few times.

I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't send geese to deliver books.

Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain.

Governing a family has four walls, and governing a country is not a matter of three fold.

I think my reading head is white, and the ape across the stream is crying and smoking.

Climb Yueyang Tower and see Junshan in the rain.

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I was thrown into the wilderness and died of spots on my temples. I was born in Qutang.

Jiangnan smiled and stood in front of Yueyang Tower to Junshan.

Secondly,

The wind and rain in Mitsue leaned against the railing, tying the ladies' twelve buns to the ladies.

It's a pity that I can't face the lake, but I can only see Junshan in the Yinshan pile.

Two chess pieces gradually appeared.

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I don't have any official business, but I have a bottle of three hundred dead chess.

Sitting in seclusion, I don't know the joy of the rock, Tan Shengli, the layman's words.

Books and books accumulate dust, and cars and horses flock to the door.

If you overcome arrogance and doubt, you will fail. Sure enough, you will eventually defeat the enemy soldiers.

Secondly,

Occasionally, when I have nothing to do, I will talk about two games of military school chess.

My heart is like spider silk swimming in the blue sky, and my body is like dead branches.

I wish to die in the east, and the world can be divided.

Who said I still love the sun? I never know.

Happy satrap Bi Chao scattered into politics.

Fame and fortune are two horns, and it is difficult to have a cup.

The concept of hundred bodies is an illusion, and all people fight for it first.

Sitting in the building at night doing nothing.

Standing in the south of the city, leaning against the railing, I saw mountains and water connected together, and water chestnuts and lotus flowers were in full bloom and fragrance on the vast water surface.

The breeze and bright moon are unattended, and the south is cold.

Qingming Festival

Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.

The thunder stung the snake, and the grass trees in the suburbs were soft after the rain.

It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.

A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.

Hsinchu

When they started planting bamboo, they used their spines to form a fence, carefully protecting the growth of Hsinchu, which was shaded by trees and rippled in the water.

The summer breeze blows across the ground, as if autumn is advancing into the sky, and the sun is high in the sky, without feeling the heat at noon.

When you untie the reed, you hear the rustling sound. When you put the tip, you see the shadow leave.

I want to come here often when I have time, but I still teach you everywhere.

Tit Zhu Shi herding cattle

The wild age is small and majestic, and the secluded lean on the green.

A Tong's three-foot pestle is a way to resist the old man.

Wu Shi likes it very much, so don't send cows to grind their horns.

The horn is good, and the cow fights me.

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Huang Tingjian's Ci:

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

Where does spring come back? Loneliness has nowhere to go. If anyone knows where to go in spring, ask them to come back and live together.

There is no breath of spring. Who knows? No one can solve it unless you ask the oriole, because the wind flies over the roses.

Quail day

Huang Ju gave birth to Han Xiao, so don't let your cup dry up in life. In front of the wind, the flute blows obliquely, and the drunken hairpin hangs upside down.

Live, eat, dance, and enjoy the song board. Yellow flowers and white hairs are holding hands, and people look at them coldly when they give them.

Wangjiang east

There are smoke trees in Hexi, but not Jiangdong Road. Thinking that only dreams come and go, I am not afraid to live in the river.

There are countless books written in front of the lamp, so no one handed them around. It's still autumn when you look for geese to reward you.

Complain about one's feelings

A wave moves with the waves, and the bamboo hat hooks. The brocade scale is deep, so must thousands of feet.

Swallow and spit, believe and doubt, take the bait late. Shui Han is quiet, with green hills everywhere. Take the moon home.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

There is also a letter from Jiangnan at the end of the world. The midnight wind is fine, fragrant and late, and it will bloom all over the south branch before dawn.

Yutai should be jealous that pink flowers float to her eyebrows. I would like to cherish my heart all my life and go to the countryside as a teenager at the age of ten.

Drunk and depressed

The face is gorgeous, so the mountain belongs to the plan for no reason. Neither old friends nor new friends have books. Only family members are still courting each other.

Out of the pavilion, I want to sing and swallow, and the drizzle is cold. Tears don't touch my scarf, but they bounce on my shirt.

Ding Fengbo

In Wan Li, there is a leak in Guizhou, and the house is like a boat all day. It is also the day of Chongyang, drunk, in front of the Shuhe River outside the gate of hell.

Don't laugh, the old man is still angry. Look, how many people are there in Huang Ju? In the circus, rain is chased in the south, shot in the pool, and the wind still beats the shoulders of the ancients.

Qiaojinmen

Mountain and water, the line is at the end of Wu. Wan Li, the brother in front of the lamp, looked at each other like a dream.

You are like a peach and plum, and you come to my thatched cottage to relax. Don't get tired of being cold and tasteless, the rest of your life will be gone!

Complain about one's feelings

Momo willows must stay, and spring scenery is full of Jiangnan. The rain is sunny, the wind is warm and the smoke is light, and the weather is intoxicated.

Mountain breaks Dai, orchid and miscellaneous. Song Lou is full of wine, so he has the right to recruit people and code blue.

Nanxiangzi

The general said Hou Feng, Piccolo Long song leaned against the building. Everything goes with the wind, take a break and go to the south of the circus to play.

Don't stay up late to urge the wine, the smell of wine seems to be drifting away this autumn. Laugh at the old man's head, be ashamed, and release it for nothing to relieve worries.

There is a sweet smell around us.

The water is thick and clear, the new strip is light green, and the green light reflects the virtual pavilion. Golden flower frost heron, lotus path picks up quiet apples. The incense is bent over the column, the red makeup is reflected, and it is sparse.

The night wind is clear, the pond is full, and the water is clear and the stars are moving. Very nice, it's drizzle, it's bloom, it's trivial duckweed.

Then he moved to Hu's bed with a square screen. The practice scale is full of clouds, the sound is constant, and the eaves ring wind chimes. The banquet was reopened, and the Yaochi was full of snow and green.

There is a sweet smell around us.

The spring breeze in Beiyuan, Bi Yuan and Wan Li in Gui Fang shocked Beijing. Broken into pieces, the work turned off the smoke.

Love triumphed, fell asleep in spring, and opened up troubles. Slim holding, cream splashing, golden thread partridge spot.

Xiangru sings and sings even though he is sick and thirsty. There are a group of sages in the guest. In order to help you climb up, you were drunk and ruined.

The poem is full of words, as if the Three Gorges fell into the water. Come back late, Wen Jun didn't sleep, the window is relatively small.

Prelude to water melody

Yao Hezhen? Enter Wuling Creek in spring. There are countless peach blossoms on the stream, and orioles are on the flowers.

I want to find my way among the flowers, go straight into the depths of white clouds and show my rainbow. I'm afraid that scarlet flowers will wet people's clothes.

Sit on the jade, put it on the jade pillow and brush the gold. Where is the fallen fairy? No one to accompany me.

I am ganoderma lucidum, not a red face. What is a long whistle? Drunk dancing down the mountain, the bright moon belongs to everyone.

Red autumn ear

Remember, at the edge of a small garden with blooming flowers, we ebbed together. The horse galloped away, and its jade horse drummed. At the banquet, singing is like a cloud, hovering around the feather fan, and dancing is like the wind, swirling in the ribbon. The drums suddenly stopped and the cups were in a mess, but we still laughed relatively.

Even in tears, how can we meet? I can only lie in an umbrella in the shade of rattan trees and get drunk. My friend has left, and only the empty place is still there. The rabbit is surrounded by a high banquet, and the tiger is watching the British patrol. Heavy feelings, Zhuhai waves boundless.

Zui Penglai

Yes, the dark clouds are falling in the morning. It rains in the evening, and the peaks depend on each other. Wu Tang, the master of Lock Chu Palace, Cui.

Draw a halberd to move to spring, make up your beauty to welcome a horse, and go to Yichuan Metropolis. Wanli threw herself into the wilderness, covered with a shadow, and became He Huan!

Try your best to go to Qiannan and Wu Tianchi; Looking at China, the smoke is rolling and the water is packed. Zunjiuge has Chinese and Korean scholars.

Litchi is dark red, musk deer navel is full of fragrance, and drunk dancing and singing. Du Yu's voice reminds people that it is better to return.

Niannujiao

Broken red rain, clear autumn sky, mountains dyed eyebrows new green. Guiying helps the poor, who is short of sidewalks and lights tonight?

Wan Li blue sky, where in Heng E? Open this round of jade. Cold light is messy, who is biased?

When I was young, I chased you, and when it was cool at night, I took a walk in the Woods. * * * Jin Furong, home in Wan Li, rare honour before.

In my life, I like the breeze songs in Jiangnan and Jiangbei. Sun Lang smiled and sat down to spray frosted bamboo.