Lu Xun's poems

Three Farewell Brothers-Gengzi February (1900)

There is no way to make a living, and a younger brother insists on teaching the other person to leave.

The saddest thing is that it rained all night.

I haven't been home for a long time, and I have new worries at dusk.

There are thousands of willows on the road, all of which turn into heartbroken flowers.

After a long farewell, I sent a passenger ship in case.

I have one thing to remember: the gains and losses of the article are not determined by heaven.

Lianpengren (1900)

In the celestial world, you can still smell the fragrance of jasper in the wind.

Heron shadows don't come in autumn, and reed flowers are accompanied by dew.

Sweep away the greasy powder to show your character, but learn to make up in red.

Just plant the scale net in Lianxi, and don't fall into the cold pond with the residual leaves.

Gengzi is sent to the stove (190 1 year)

A chicken glue is sweet and a gown is fragrant.

If there is nothing at home, there are only a few antelopes.

Sacrifice to the gods (190 1 year)

In the last chapter, Jia Zi was trapped, offering poetry at dusk, and blade master, who came at the end of the meeting, paid homage to the book god with cold spring and long grace, and composed music with slang words:

Tonight on New Year's Eve, incense is burning and candles are burning red.

The god of money is drunk, and the slave of money is busy. Why are you the only one with a legacy?

Chinese banquet is full of wine, and the night is longer.

People are clamoring to get drunk. Who will recommend you?

Dear friends, there are still a few books left, and the wine is calling you to my house.

The flag of Hunan is flying, and the pulse is watching, driving the mullet.

The spring is chilly and the chrysanthemums are full. I am crazy about Li Sao for you.

Your arrival is slow, and your friends draw princesses and take care of the city.

Proud to the pen sea, leaning on the grave for a long time.

It is better to lead the pulse to the immortal and lead the squid to swim.

A vulgar father is your enemy. Don't let the threshold increase your shame.

If he listens, he will show his "Qiu" and "Suo" and stab him in the throat.

Let Guancheng stand out from the crowd and make him worry.

I'd rather recruit a nerd to be a poet prisoner, and you'll be happy for me.

He is young and fragrant, and buys different books to pay the bill.

Four Ways to Love Flowers —— The Main Rhyme of Spring Garden in Buxiang (190 1 year)

Birds sing and bells often dream, and flowers stand idle and look forward to tender and sunny.

Dancing with butterflies, excited to be born around the steps.

The sky is full of jealousy, and then it will be sentimental.

The most worrying thing is the sound of rain on the four eaves sending autumn.

When will Gillian be stored in the Golden House?

The light rain is coming, and the wind is deliberately silent.

Don't teach the flute at dusk and cross the Banqiao on a spring day.

In the new autumn, I am afraid of stuffing geese, and Lan □ (boat+traditional double) carries wine and paddles.

In February, it was drizzling and freezing cold, and Bak Yan red beans began to miss each other.

Closing coffins is more melancholy, and inserting bamboo fences is better for protection.

Comfort me, my heart is fragrant and my blue tail is full of wine.

But the rogue spring breeze came and the deep courtyard was full of branches.

Fan Ying around a little bit of beauty, leaves idle watching butterflies sleep.

For many years, I have been staying outdoors alone, and I am fortunate to have flowers and plants.

The wenbird cherishes the spring and shows its desire to welcome the red.

The play imitates the superior species of the Tang Palace, and the golden bell is lightly stained with red edges.

Three Brothers-Xin Chou's Postscript in February (190 1)

Dreams often rush to their hometown, and they begin to believe that the world is bitter and parting.

Leaning on the bed at midnight, remembering my brother, the residual lamp is like a bean, and the moonlight is like a shadow.

At dusk, the boat stopped at the old nursery, and hedges surrounded the houses and trees.

Looking back on hometown music, when is it more important to raise flowers with urn?

Spring breeze is easy to send off the new year, so you can sail at night in the smoky waves.

What makes the ridge proud of me? The sail top takes too long.

Self-titled Portrait (1903)

There is no way to escape from the gv 10, and the storm is as dark as a rock.

I sent a message to Han Xing, and I want to recommend Xuanyuan with my blood.

Three chapters in memory of Fan Jun (19 12)

The storm is coming, and I miss Fan Ainong.

Huadian withered, staring at chickens and insects.

The taste of the world is bitter, the world is straight and poor.

Why not say goodbye in March?

Seaweed is a national garden and an old foreign land for many years.

The fox went to the cave and the peach doll appeared.

The hometown is cold and cloudy, and the heat is long day and night.

Can a person wash his heart with cold water?

Let's talk about wine today, sir, little drinker.

I am still drinking tea when I am old, but I sink into the abyss when I am slightly drunk.

This is the last time, and I will never say anything again.

The old friend is gone, I am waiting for the light dust!

Revenge for beans (1925)

Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry under the kettle.

I know you well, and I happen to be teaching.

Hanging furnace wife (1928)

Take off your hat and draw it out, and your husband will be poor.

Head line Wan Li, miscalculation.

Wu Qishan (193 1 year)

After living in Shanghai for 20 years, I can see China every day;

Don't take medicine when you are sick, but read when you are bored.

A wide face has changed, and more and more people are beheaded.

Suddenly into the wild, there is no Amitabha in the south.

Accustomed to spending spring in the long night (193 1 year)

It is a custom for young women to have silk on their temples on long nights in spring.

In my dream, I vaguely shed tears for my mother, and the flag of the king on the city head changed.

Endure watching peers become new ghosts, and look for small poems in anger.

There is no place to write, and the moonlight is like water.

Send Ou Yijun and Lan back to China (193 1 year)

Pepper burns laurel, leaving the United States old, relying on the secluded rock to express the heart.

Those who cherish incense are far away, and there are treasures in their hometown.

Untitled (193 1 year)

Yoko has many hooks and thorns, and the sky is full of war clouds.

How many spring waves? Everything is quiet.

Only Qin gets drunk and sings more and more.

The storm is mighty, and the flowers and trees are bleak.

For Japanese singers (193 1 year)

The riverside scenery is still there, and people from afar come here.

Don't look at singing and dancing far away, Westward Journey is a fairy.

Song Xiangling (193 1 year)

I used to smell the water of Xiangjiang River as blue as dye, but now I smell the rouge mark of Xiangjiang River.

Xiangling makeup shines on Hunan water, and her eyes are as bright as the moon.

In the lonely night of Gaoqiu, there is no spring in Fang Quan.

When the drum is finished, the Yao people don't smell it, and the peace is like the autumn gate.

Two unnamed songs (193 1 year)

The river flows eastward day and night, gathering righteousness and traveling far.

The continuation of the six generations has become an old dream, and the Shicheng moon is like a hook.

A halberd was buried beside the Yuhuatai, and there was a microwave oven in Mochou Lake.

I think the beauty is invisible, and I recall Jiang Tianfa's heroic singing.

Send Masuda back to China (193 1 year)

Fusang is just like the maple leaves are tender and cold as Dan.

However, I turned to Yang to send my guests back, and my heart recalled the scene of spending the New Year together.

Answer questions (193 1 year)

Ruthlessness is not necessarily a real hero. How can Reiko Kobayakawa not be a husband?

Do you know that those noisy people look back smaller than Tu?

Untitled (1932)

In the blood, the grass is fertile and vigorous, and the cold and frozen earth is in full bloom.

Many heroes find husbands sick, and tears spill over the noisy crows in Chongling.

Occasionally (1932)

What does the article want? Looking forward to the dream of Yun Qi in the East.

I seldom hate Fang Lin. Chunlan Qiuju is different.

Give away tents (1932)

Suddenly, Fei Xian fell into the blue sky, and the cloud car Shuang Bian.

Poor Peng Zi is not the son of heaven. He fled to absorb the north wind.

I. Works after World War II (1932)

The clouds of war temporarily gathered the remnants of spring, and the heavy guns and songs became silent.

I don't have a poem to send home, but I sincerely wish peace.

Self-mockery (1932)

What do you want to send, canopy? Dare not turn over, met.

A broken hat covers the downtown, and a leaky boat carries wine.

Fierce-browed, I coolly defy a thousand pointing fingers, Head-bowed, like a willing ox I serve the children.

Hiding in the small building into a unified, regardless of winter Xia Chunqiu.

Professor's four papers (1932)

You'll be over forty if you don't hang yourself.

Why not gamble on fat head and resist dialectics?

Poor Vega became Malang's wife.

Black magpie can't doubt, all the way to milk.

There is literature in the world, and girls have many hips.

Chicken soup replaces pork, and the door is hidden in the north.

Famous people choose novels, and the entry cloud is limited.

Although there are binoculars, it doesn't help myopia.

I heard (1932)

Deng Hua glitters with feasts and riches, and charming girls make up jade bottles.

Suddenly I remembered my feelings, kissed the earth and pretended to see the crow print of Luo socks.

Two Untitled Songs (1932)

My hometown is dark, and the night is far from spring.

At the end of the year, I can't be disappointed any more. I can also eat puffer fish with wine.

Five girls with white teeth sing willow branches, and the bar is quiet in late spring.

Unreasonable old dreams drive away residual drunkenness, and remember the rules of lamp shadows alone.

Untitled (1932)

The trees in the cave fell into the sky, and the eyebrows were scarlet.

There are people on the river bank who can't sing and have lost their eyes.

New Year's Day in the 22nd year (1933)

The cloud sealed the high cave to protect the general, whether to attack Joan Hinton and destroy the people.

After all, it is not as good as the concession, and it is spring in the sound of playing cards.

Painter (1933)

The wind is white and the forest is dark, and the fog is full of blue flowers.

I would like to beg a new artist to study Zhu Mo only as a spring mountain.

Students and Jade Buddha (1933)

Lonely and empty city, rushing to move antiques.

The boss exaggerates, and his face depends on his backbone.

Disturbing rumors? Escape is just self-pity.

It's not a jade Buddha. It's worthless.

Stripping Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower Poems and Hanging College Students (1933)

The rich all rely on culture. There is no cultural city here.

Culture is gone forever, and the thousand-year-old city is deserted.

The front door of the special train is full of unlucky college students.

No one was surprised by the fireworks display.

Title "Scream" (1933)

Get rid of the world and go against it.

Accumulate and destroy the bones that can be sold, leaving a sound on the paper.

The title of the book is Wandering (1933)

Lonely new text far, safe old battlefield.

There was only one pawn between the two rooms, and Lianji wandered alone.

In memory of Yang Quan (1933)

Is there any pride like the old flowers blooming and falling?

When do you cry for Jiang Nanyu and Simin?

Sanyi Tower (1933)

The Sanyi Tower, which was jointly built by farmers in China and Sanyili in Zhabei, Shanghai, was also buried by pigeons.

Whether to fly to annihilate the Son of Man, there are still hungry pigeons left in the ruins.

I left the fire house with a great heart, and I finally left the tower to Miss Yingzhou.

A fine bird still dreams of holding a stone, and a fighter is sincere and strong.

The wave-snatching brothers are here, and when they meet, they laugh and forget the enmity.

Untitled (1933)

Yuyu will fly more, and there are only people left in the humble abode.

Invite the shadow at the bottom of the pool at night and praise the emperor with wine.

Tribute to Ding Jun (1933)

If the rock night sky presses the heavy building, the willow spring breeze road will be cut into nine autumn.

Yao's dust is clear and resentful, and she is pitiful and has no female honor.

Two free songs (1933)

Yue Nv's eyes lit up and she put on her morning makeup. Water and wind are both her hometown.

When you sing all the new words, you can't see them, and the clouds will rush to Qingjiang early.

Qin women tolerate jade Zheng, while Liang Chen is enthusiastic about the night wind.

In a blink of an eye, the ice string sounded absolutely, but I saw the sound of running towards the starry sky.

Untitled (1933)

Clear set of Hunan soul, nine chastity wind comfort wake up alone.

But finally lost little Amy, but became a relocated guest and spread the fragrance.

Untitled (1933)

Smoke and water are common things, and a fisherman is abandoned.

Drunk in the middle of the night, rich people have nowhere to find.

Stop Yu Dafu from moving to Hangzhou (1933)

Qian Wang's vacation is still there, and Wu Xiang can't find it.

Harmony is different, resentment leads to depression, and mountain fragrance spreads all over Gao Cen.

There is no one in front of General Yue's grave, and there is no one in Meihelin.

It seems that the whole family is traveling, and the wind and rain are full of songs.

The drama of encephalitis is reported (1934)

You dare to grab a moth's eyebrows, but it still goes against a woman's heart.

Swearing is different now. There is nothing like a minister's brain.

Autumn Night Feelings (1934)

The leading edge flew away behind the scenes, and the cypress trees were used as Dojo.

I hope that the emperor will finally teach the grass reform, and the fans will chat and decorate the venue.

Where are the walnuts of 1000 Buddha? Lotus flowers, such as Liulang, are rare.

In the middle of the night, chickens crow and the wind and rain gather, and cigarettes feel cool.

My temporary works in the Year of Hai and last autumn (1935)

I'm surprised that Qiu Lai is human, and I dare to send a spring essay to my pen.

The dusty sea is heavy and the golden wind is bleak.

When I was old, I returned to osawa, but my dreams failed and my teeth were cold.

I heard that pheasants are lonely, as if the stars are dying.