Ice and snow cut off the skin, and the wind drifts endlessly. Whose poems are they

Seven Mourning Poems Wang Cang (177-217): Zhongxuan, a native of Gaoping, Shanyang (now southwest of Zou County, Shandong). Literary scholar of the late Han Dynasty.

One of the seven sons of Jian'an. Agile in thinking, seventeen years old, awarded the Yellow Gate to wait for Lang. Dong Zhuoyu's party Li Dao and Guo Yan were in a scuffle, Chang'an was in turmoil, and he went to Jingzhou to defect to Liu Biao.

Because of its unsightly appearance and uninhibited development, it is not reused. During the fifteen years of living in Jingzhou, he expressed his homesickness. "Ascending the Tower" was composed at this time.

After Liu Biao's death, he persuaded Liu Biao's son Liu Cong to surrender to Cao, and later served as prime minister, military conspiracy, sacrificial wine, and waiting for a middle position. Died on the way to conquer Sun Wu. Among the seven sons of Jian'an, his poetic achievements are very high.

Because of his displacement, his poems can more profoundly reflect the social turmoil and the suffering of the people, and the mood is sad. "Seven Mourning Poems" and "Deng Lou Fu" are his masterpieces. There is a compilation of "The King's Servant Collection".

Xijing is chaotic, and the jackals and tigers are in trouble. Abandon China and commit yourself to the barbarians. My relatives felt sorry for me, and my friends chased after me.

When you go out, you can't see anything, and the white bones cover the plain. There are hungry women on the road, holding their children and abandoning the grass. Gu heard the crying sound and waved his tears alone.

I don't know where I died, how can I finish both? drove the horse away, and could not bear to hear this. Climb the south to the shore of the tomb and look back at Chang'an.

The people who went to the spring to understand the bottom of the river were sad and sad. Inscription: This poem "Seven Mourning Poems" profoundly describes the warlord wars in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, frequent wars, social turmoil, and the people's misery.

The poet used simple and unpretentious words to tell that in that era, because of the war in the Central Plains, the poet had to go to the remote Jing Barbarian Land. And what kind of scene did the poet see, his relatives and friends were hurt by the war, and they cried to him. When I went out, I saw that the ground was full of dead people's bones.

There was a starving woman on the side of the road, who abandoned her own son in the grass, and left with tears in her eyes listening to her son's crying, saying that she did not know where she died, how could she save both of them? At this time, the poet could not bear to listen to it anymore, and drove his horse away. The poet climbed to the high place of the tomb and looked back at Chang'an, but he could only sigh and feel sad.

Seven mourning poems Wang Cang The border city makes the heart sad, and the former relatives are even more. Ice and snow cut off the skin, and the wind drifts endlessly. If you don't see anyone for a hundred miles, who should be late.

Climb the city to look at the pavilion and flutter the flag. The traveler disregarded the opposition and went out to say goodbye to home. When the children were many captives, they wept endlessly.

The world is a happy land, what is Jiuliuz. The knotweed does not know the bitterness, and do not consult with the person when he comes.

Wang Cang (177 217) was a poet of the Han and Wei dynasties. One of the seven sons of Jian'an. The word Zhongxuan.

Three poems of seven mournings" The third border city makes the heart sad. I am even more pro-this. Ice and snow cut off the skin.

The wind is endless. I don't see anyone for a hundred miles. Grass and trees who should be late.

Ascend to the city and look at the pavilion. Flying flags. The walker does not care about the opposite.

Go out and say goodbye to home. The children took many prisoners. When weeping is endless.

The world is a paradise. What is Gulyuz? The knotweed insects do not know the bitterness.

Don't come and go.

Poems that describe beauty Ice and snow cut off the skin, the wind drifts endlessly, the clouds are dusk without shadows, and the ice is not turbulent.

If you want to buy the sea from Magu, a cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.

It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches.

A vine path is green, and the snow peaks are clear.

At night, I lay down and listened to the wind and rain, and the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream.

The ice has not been passed since the year, and the geese have not returned in spring.

The moonlight shines on the crane first, and the water in the cold ditch of the temple suddenly produces ice.

The sound of water is swallowed by ice, and the sand road is flat in the snow.

Famous flowers love each other, and the king often looks at it with a smile.

The clouds are low and twilight, and the snow is dancing back to the wind.

There is little frost in the late year, and the grass and trees in the world know when spring arrives.

The flowing water was cut off and the intestines were cleared, and the old ice returned and injured the horse's bones.

The sea is dry and icy, and the gloomy clouds are bleak and condensed.

The cold rain and the river entered Wu at night, and Pingming sent the guests to Chushan Lonely.

In Handan, it is the winter solstice, and the shadow of the knee-hugging lamp is accompanied.

Children learn in winter next to each other, according to the shore foolish but Zhen.

I don't know that the splash came first, and it is suspected that it has not been sold through the winter snow.

Ice and snow cut off the skin, and the wind drifts endlessly.

The frost is cold and the body is bitterly cold, and the hunger is too cold to eat the meat and cheese.

Binghejing Spring Moon enters the boudoir, and the golden cylinder is green and sorrowful.