Sima Qiao Fortune _ Sima Qiao Temple

The original text of Du Mu's poem "Drinking Yangzhou Dream" _ Translation and Appreciation

George (1280? ~ 1345) was a zaju writer and Sanqu writer in Yuan Dynasty. One is called Qiao Jifu, whose word is Meng Fu, and his name is Sheng Heweng and Masonic. Taiyuan people live in Hangzhou. Zhong Sicheng said in Ghost Record that he was "beautiful, handsome, good at words, dignified in self-esteem, and feared by others", and made a condolence: "I didn't know many friends in my life, and I worked hard on some songs." What are you still fighting for after a hundred years? Victory in the air, snow invasion, fairy birds, the road is deep around the clouds. "From this point, we can roughly see his character. There are three kinds of plays that have been handed down: Poetry and Wine by Du Mu, Yangzhou Dream, Li Taibai's Matching Money and Xiao Yu's Daughter's Marriage. Qiao Ji

Walking on the edge of the country, birds shrug their shoulders, flowers wither in the dusk, and the moon is light and cold. As far away as the river is concerned. In front of my dream mountain. Western jackdaw in the west, the old trees in Cui Fang Garden, the weeds and idle flowers in Suzaku Bridge, and the beautiful horses along the Wujiang River are all endowed by homesick people. Who will leave this painting in a hundred years? -Zhang Kejiu's "Yue Diao Tian Jing Sha _ Travel and Residence" in Yuan Dynasty, Yue Diao Tian Jing Sha _ Travel and Residence.

Travel and stay in the country

Birds shrug their shoulders, flowers fade in the evening, and the moon is light and cold. As far away as the river is concerned. In front of my dream mountain.

Nostalgia and Shu Weng's Life Fu

Western jackdaw in the west, the old trees in Cuifang Garden, the wild flowers in Suzaku Bridge, and the generals' war horses on the banks of Wujiang River. Who will leave this painting in a hundred years? Life can be like a dream, but what is there to worry about in a dream? I remember when I left, my eyes were full of autumn water and tears wet the spring. Qingyang terrace, pear flower garden, I want to pass by again. The water is far away and the mountains are far away, and the fish are heavy and wild, which is particularly affectionate! When will acacia meet again? The mountains are high and the waters are far away. Although the wind string is broken, the warbler glue is difficult to connect, and it is full of sadness. What hurts the most is sadness and resentment, lingering fragrance. Where are the old friends? Shady deep courtyard, slanting moon and secluded window. -Zhao Yong in the Yuan Dynasty, "Yuan Yue, the Yellow Man _ How Muddy Can Life Be", Yuan Yue, the Yellow Man _ How Muddy Can Life Be.

Life can be like a dream, but what is there to worry about in a dream? I remember when I left, my eyes were full of autumn water and tears wet the spring. Qingyang terrace, pear flower garden, I want to pass by again. The water is far away and the mountains are far away, and the fish are heavy and wild, which is particularly affectionate!

When will acacia meet again? The mountains are high and the waters are far away. Although the wind string is broken, the warbler glue is difficult to connect, and it is full of sadness. What hurts the most is sadness and resentment, lingering fragrance. Where are the old friends? Shady deep courtyard, slanting moon and secluded window. In the early spring, the scenery of the lake tour is new, bright and hazy, and the mountains are full of Zhang Dacheng and Lv Yun. The original red dress, purple strange tourists, and soft horseshoe dust. Ripple water wrinkles the ribs, and broken peach blossoms expose the lips. The lake is full of wind and fat, and the embankment is thick with rain and sand. Spring, two or three minutes early. In spring, I am worried about Ran Ran. I feel very uncomfortable, so I can't sleep in the red window. The ink is pale and the eyebrows are pointed, and the toothpick is air-cooled. Elephant tubes are afraid of rekindling. Tired of combing the clouds and lazy to make up, I am afraid that I will not roll the bead curtain in spring. Red piles of green paths, birds holding carved eaves. Also, the rain curtain fiber outside the building. Boan recalled the old tour, sighed and stayed up late, feeling that the Han River kept turning back. At dusk in the west, Chu water flows eastward, smoking grass to worry about others. The heron divides the sand and meets the shore of Cangzhou, and the fish scares the bait to dry the net and sail alone. Wine is sold in the wind, and the curtain hook is hung in the moon. Autumn, all in the wild goose wing. Beautiful prostitutes dance lightly, with clear melody and fragrant jade bone powder. Charming eyes are stars, nails are frozen in spring, and clouds are cut with crow feathers. Remember to tune the sheng in the agarwood fire and play the Zheng on the skirt. You despise Yanyan, and you smile and admire Yingying. Earn, that's more Ling Hu. —— In the Yuan Dynasty, Zhao's Yue Diao Zhai Er Jin Yue Diao Zhai Er Jin.

Zhao Shanqing in Yuan Dynasty

Read the full text ∨ Early Spring Lake Tour.

The scenery is new, bright and dark, and the mountains are full of Zhang Dacheng and Lv Yun. The original red dress, purple strange tourists, and soft horseshoe dust. Ripple water wrinkles the ribs, and broken peach blossoms expose the lips. The lake is full of wind and fat, and the embankment is thick with rain and sand. Spring, two or three minutes early.

Thoughts of love

Worried that Ran Ran is ill, Red Window is not very sleepy. The ink is pale and the eyebrows are pointed, and the toothpick is air-cooled. Elephant tubes are afraid of rekindling. Tired of combing the clouds and lazy to make up, I am afraid that I will not roll the bead curtain in spring. Red piles of green paths, birds holding carved eaves. Also, the rain curtain fiber outside the building.

Botanzhou

Recalling the past, sighing late, feeling like Hanshui. At dusk in the west, Chu water flows eastward, smoking grass to worry about others. The heron divides the sand and meets the shore of Cangzhou, and the fish scares the bait to dry the net and sail alone. Wine is sold in the wind, and the curtain hook is hung in the moon. Autumn, all in the wild goose wing.

Beauty prostitute

The dance is light, the melody is clear, and the jade bone powder is made. Charming eyes are stars, nails are frozen in spring, and clouds are cut with crow feathers. Remember to tune the sheng in the agarwood fire and play the Zheng on the skirt. You despise Yanyan, and you smile and admire Yingying. Earn, that's more Ling Hu.

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