Essays on Su Shi, Xin Qiji, Li Qingzhao, and Liu Yong Hurry up, hurry up

I like Su Dongpo's the most, because I think his poems are neither as thoughtful as the graceful school, but also more refined than the bold school.

My favorite is Su Dongpo. The bold school, the poems written are also making people feel heroic. He is one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties and a famous poet. Among them, "Water Tune Song Head" is a well-known word.

I like Xin Qiji's words the most, Xin Qiji's "words are words", using words to express his emotions, and in his words I seem to be able to feel the roar of a frustrated person.

Su Shi's poems are fresh and natural, both solemn and harmonious, clumsy, with broad themes, rich contents, and diverse styles, which are the signs of the maturity of Song poetry. His representative works.

Drinking on the lake after the first sunny rain", "Begonia", "Title West Forest Wall", "Hui Chong Spring River Evening Scene", "Gift Liu Jingwen", "Spring Night", "Lychee Sigh" and so on.

Xin Qiji's masterpiece.

Breaking the Array", "Qing Pingle".

Jiaxuan Ci", "Xijiang Yue Xing" and "Zhu Yingtai Near".

Li Qingzhao's masterpiece.

Like a Dream Order", "Dotted Lips",

Wuling Chun", Drunken Flower Yin", "A Cut Plum", "Linjiang Immortal", "Butterfly Love Flower".

Liu Yong's masterpiece.

Yulin Bell", "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou", "Midnight Music".

Huanxi Sha (one of them) Su Shi The clothes and towels fall and the jujube flowers fall, and the reeling car rings in the south and north of the village. Niuyi Guliu sells cucumbers. The wine is sleepy, and the people are thirsty for tea.

Knock on the door and ask the savage's house. Huanxi Sha (the second) Su Shi travels to Qishui Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows westward. The blue buds under the mountain are short dipping streams, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free.

Xiao Xiao twilight rain Zizi cried. Who knows that there is nothing less in life? The flowing water in front of the door is still in the west!

Hugh will sing the yellow chicken with white hair. Huanxi Sha (the third) Su Shi On December 24 of the seventh year of Yuanfeng, Uncle Liu Qian traveled from Sizhou to Nanshan in the drizzle and slanting wind to make a small cold. The light smoke is sparse and the willows are shining.

Entering Huai Qingluo is gradually long. The snow foam milk flower floats in the afternoon cup, and the artemisia shoots try the spring plate. The taste of the world is refreshing.

Like a Dream Order One" Li Qing remembers the twilight of Xiting as usual, drunk and does not know the way back. Returning to the boat at night, I strayed into the depths of the lotus flowers. Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons.

Qingpingle Li Qingzhao In the snow every year, he often gets drunk with plum blossoms. There is no good intention to sweep the plum blossoms, and win the tears of the clothes. This year, Xiao Xiao has two temples.

Look at the late wind, so it should be difficult to see plum blossoms. Nian Nujiao Li Qingzhao The depressed courtyard, and the slanting wind and drizzle, the heavy door must be closed. The cold food of the pet willow is near, and all kinds of annoying weather.

The dangerous rhyme is poetic, the head is sober, don't be idle. The expedition is exhausted, and thousands of hearts are difficult to send. Upstairs for a few days in the cold spring, the curtains hang on all sides, and the jade is dry and lazy.

Being cold incense sells new dreams, and people are not allowed to be worried. The morning stream of dew, the beginning of the new tong, how much spring. The day is high and smoky, but it is better to see if it is sunny today?

Qing Pingle · Staying alone in Boshan Wang's Nunnery Xin Qiji Around the bed hungry rats, bats dance over the lamp. The pine wind on the house blew the rain, and the broken paper window muttered to himself. In his life, he was in the north and south of the Yangtze River, and he returned to Huafa with a pale face.

The cloth was dreamed of by the autumn night, and there were thousands of miles in front of him. Qingpingle Village Residence Xin Qi Disease The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, who is white-haired?

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops. The favorite child is dead (naughty, with the voice of "scoundrel"), and the head of the stream lies on the lotus bed. Qing Pingle · Inspect the school mountain garden book as seen Xin Qijian Lianyun pine and bamboo, everything is enough from now on.

Cane owner branch meat, liquor bedside first ripe. In the west wind pear jujube mountain garden, children steal long poles. Don't send others to be shocked, and the old man will watch quietly.

Xin Qiji's unfamiliarity, the most familiar is Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" and Li Qingzhao's "A Cut Plum" My mobile phone spelling is too slow, so I won't write the whole word, sorry!

Li Qingzhao "Dotting the Lips".

Come to the swing, from the lazy white slender hands. The dew is thin, and the sweat is light and the clothes are transparent.

Seeing that someone was coming, he slipped away from the socks

And shame to go. Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plums.

The voice is slow and searching, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late? The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now? Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone?

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a one, sad words!

The spring breeze in Wuling is exhausted, and the flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first.

It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat. I am only afraid of the Shuangxi boat, which cannot be carried and has many worries.

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a gold beast. The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Linjiang fairy courtyard is deep and deep, the cloud window fog pavilion is often open, the willow and plum calyx are gradually distinct, the spring returns to the Moling tree, and the people are old and build a healthy city.

How many things are there to feel the moon and the wind, now that I am old and unsuccessful, who is haggard and more carved, it is meaningless to try the lights, and I am not in the mood to step on the snow.

Linjiang Xianmei.

The courtyard is a little deeper, and the cloud window fog pavilion is late in spring, for whom is haggard and damaged. If you come to sleep at night, it should be a southern branch.

The jade thin sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful, and the Qiang pipe in the south building is blown. Who knows if the strong fragrance blows, the warm wind will be sooner or later, don't go to the apricot blossom fertilizer.

The courtyard is a little deeper, and the cloud window fog pavilion is late in spring, for whom is haggard and damaged. If you come to sleep at night, it should be a southern branch.

Su Shi is a bold faction, and Liu Yong is a graceful faction; Xin Qiji is a bold faction, and Li Qingzhao is a graceful faction. There are also different dynasties.

the bold faction, represented by Su Shi and Xin Qiji;

The Wanyue faction is represented by Li Qingzhao and Liu Yong.