Wen Qi's Literary Achievements

As a famous poet in the late Tang Dynasty, Wen Qi was famous for his poems. Wen Feiqing's poems are unique in art, and poets in past dynasties have highly praised Wen's poems and are known as the originator of Huajian School. Wang Zheng's Preface to Longbishan Ancestral Temple was written by Li Bai, Wang Jian and Wen. "His prose is deep and secluded, and the sage can't express it. The commentator takes Ting Yun as the only one." Zhou Ji's "Miscellaneous Poems of Jiecunzhai" says: "There are differences in words, but there are differences. Fei Qing said a paperweight, which has finally sounded into the clouds, which can be described as the best of both worlds. " Zhang Hui also said: "Fei Qing's writing is beautiful and faithful. Fei Qing has the deepest brewing, so his words are not angry or arrogant, and he is prepared to combine rigidity with softness. " "Needle and thread, the Southern Song people began to show traces, and the flowers were very vigorous. If you fly to Qing, you are beyond the spirit, and you can stop asking for a visa. However, in detail, orthography has a context. " Liu Xizai's "Outline of Art" goes further: "Wen Feiqing's ci is exquisite." The position of prose in the history of ci is really very important.

There are as many as 66 tender words in Hua Jian Ji, and it can be said that Wen was the first poet devoted to lyricism. Ci, a literary form, was really valued by people. Only when it reached Wen's hands, did the five pronouns compete with the poets in Song Dynasty, which finally made Ci a wonderful work in China's ancient literary world, and it still has a very wide influence. Wen's contribution to Ci will always be admired by future generations.

Wen Qi's poems were well written and highly respected by people at that time. "A crow in a thatched cottage, the moon is full of frost" in "A Morning Tour on a Good Day" is a famous sentence that has been passed down through the ages. According to legend, Ouyang Xiu, a famous poet in the Song Dynasty, appreciated this couplet very much. He once wrote his own poem "Birds singing in the rain in Maodian, wild colorful spring in Banqiao", but it failed to exceed Shi Wen's original intention.

According to the New Tang Book, there are three volumes of Penglan Collection, Golden Basket Collection 10, five volumes of Poetry Collection, Hanan Authentic Collection 10, and collections of poems and essays by Duan and Yu Zhigu. Unfortunately, its collection has not been handed down. Wen's poems only exist in Huajian Collection, Quantang Poetry Collection and Quantang Literature.

Besides poetry, Wen Feiqing is also a novel writer and scholar. According to the New Tang Book, there are three volumes of novel Gan Xunzi, Record of Tea Picking 1 Volume, Xue Hai Compilation1Volume. Unfortunately, they have all been lost, and now they can't find out the details. Especially the loss of Xue Hai 10 is really a great loss in the academic history of our country. If Xue Hai can be preserved, it will certainly make a great contribution to academic research and compilation.

As a famous poet in the late Tang Dynasty and an important figure in the history of China Ci, the loss of Wen Feiqing's poems is very regrettable and a great loss in the treasure house of classical literature. Not only the collection of poetry and prose is lost, but also the important historical materials about the text have been lost, so it is difficult to know the details of the text now. The Biography of Talented Persons in Tang Dynasty is also reversed in time sequence and wrong. Although some experts have studied it, they can only know it roughly. Even so, Wen Feiqing still shines in the history of literature, and his name is immortal.

The main work is 1. Wen Qi's Selected Poems Jiangnan Dream

Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth.

I don't know what I'm thinking. Water and wind are empty.

Yun Lan swaying oblique.

Coffee senna

After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river.

Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear.

Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.

Pimp a butterfly

The autumn wind is sad, and the traveler has not returned.

Grass withers first when it is cold, and geese cross the south of the Yangtze River.

Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows.

Shaking down makes people sad and heartbroken. Who knows?

Bodhisattva is beautiful

The mountains overlap, and the clouds want to smell the snow on their cheeks.

Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash.

Look in the mirror before and after the flowers, and look at the flowers.

Newly-pasted embroidery (a painting is in color) is full of golden partridges.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

At night, when the moon comes, it is only noon, and the heavy curtain is silent.

Deep musk deer smoke is long, and lying down leaves light makeup.

I still cherish myself in those days, but I can still remember the past.

The dew (falling) moon is bright, and the brocade knows the cold.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Huang Rui is infinite when the mountain is on the forehead, and the makeup is hidden by the screen window.

When I met peony, I came and left temporarily.

Cui Chai shares gold, and Chai dances with butterflies.

Who knows what you are thinking? The moon is full of flowers.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Cui Lushuang? Shark, the water line is good, and the spring pool is blue.

Pond Shanghai Li Tang, sunny, red branches.

Embroidered shirts cover smiles, and tobacco sticks to butterflies.

Clear lock each other Fei and Guan Yu are indifferent.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Apricot flowers contain dew and fragrant snow, and poplars stay on the stranger.

The moonlight was dim, and I felt the smell of Xiaoying.

Green screen jade hook, light makeup and fine eyebrows.

Spring dream is love, cicada is light in the mirror.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Bao Han Quejin? Hu, Wushan wall on the temple (level 1).

Willow, like silk, is the spring rain on the postal bridge.

The painting is broken, and the grass is Jiang Nanan.

Luan mirror flowers, who knows this.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Looking back on the bright moon in Lou Yu, there is another village.

There is grass outside the door to take you to smell Ma Si.

Painting Luo Jin Emerald, fragrant and tears.

Flowers cry regularly, and green windows are full of dreams.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Phoenix is relatively golden, and peony drizzles all night.

Spigel has new makeup, light sideburns and a long face.

The painted buildings are far away from each other, and the weeping willows hang outside the columns.

If I don't hear from you, I will return to Shuang Yan before the club.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Peony flowers rest, poplar is full of months.

Memories of dreams are hard to realize, and the lights in the back window are half bright and half dark.

Jade and gold press the face, and loneliness and fragrance cover the face.

People are far from tears, and swallow the spring.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

The moon is full of pears, so my old friend Wan Li is across the mountain.

Jin Yanfei, tears stained with embroidered clothes.

The small garden is green and lives in Yuexi District.

The willow color is lingering, and the swallow (wild goose) belongs to the king.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

The south garden is full of light flocs, and I am worried about sunny rain for a while.

After the rain, the sun sets and apricot blossoms are fragrant.

Silent sleep face, pillow screen mountain cover.

The season is dusk, and boredom leans against the door alone.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

On a rainy and sunny night, Taiwan is exquisite (January), and all branches of incense shake red silk.

Dream of the golden hall, full of day lilies.

The embroidered curtain hangs down, and the eyebrows are far from the mountains.

When crossing the bridge in spring, the soul disappears with the railing.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

The bamboo wind gently moves the court to remove the cold, and the bead curtain shines on the moon.

The mountain pillow hides heavy makeup, and the sandalwood golden phoenix.

The second moth is sad and shallow, so the country is far from Wu Gong.

Spring hates love and hatred, and the painting building is a bit noisy.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

A beautiful woman sleeps on a delicate crystal curtain pillow. What does the woman sleep on it do?

On the river in Ruyan Liu, geese can fly for a long time.

The long and soft willow branches by the river, just sprouting, look hazy, like shrouded in a mist.

When spring comes, geese begin to fly north, geese fly and the moon in the sky disappears.

Genglouzi

Wicker is long, spring rain is fine, and flowers leak.

Scare the cold geese, get up from the city, and draw a screen to cover the owl.

The fragrance is thin, but the curtains are transparent (one is heavy), which is the melancholy for Xie Ting.

With red candles on your back and embroidered curtains hanging down, you have a long dream and you don't know it.

Genglouzi

The stars are scattered, the bells and drums rest, and Xiaoying fades outside the curtain.

The dew is heavy, the wind is slanting, and the court is full of flowers.

On the empty pavilion, leaning on the bar seems to be last year's melancholy.

Spring has gone and spring has come, and there are endless thoughts, and old feelings are like dreams.

Genglouzi

Plantagenet hairpin, pink face, meet in the flowers.

Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it.

Fragrance is an ear, wax is a tear, like the hearts of two people.

The mountain pillow is tired, the brocade is cold, and the sleep is more disabled.

Genglouzi

Seeing each other rarely, remembering each other for a long time, eyebrows are as light as willow.

Hang a green curtain, tie a knot, and wait on the embroidered quilt of Lang Yan.

Last month, the city was as white as snow, and cicadas were worried about beauty.

Palace trees are dark, magpie bridges are horizontal, and jade cards are reported first.

Genglouzi

Back to the river tower, near the sea, the corner of the city sobbed.

The dike willows move, the island smoke faint, and two rows of geese divide.

The resumption of Jingkou Road is exactly what Fang Fei wants.

The silver candle is exhausted, the jade rope is low, and there are village chickens.

Genglouzi

Jade furnace incense, red wax tears, partial according to painting hall Qiu Si.

The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.

Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter.

A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

Guiguoyao

Yu Xiang, Cuifeng Baochai hangs down.

Baskets are greener in spring than golden millet.

The painting hall shines with curtains and candles, and the dream is even more missed.

Xie Niang is infinitely happy, and Xiao Pingshan is intermittent.

Guiguoyao

Double-sided, Xiao Feng fights for gold.

The dance clothes are weak, and the lotus roots are dyed in autumn.

The brocade curtain is covered obliquely, and the dew is clear.

Pink pistachio flower ytterbium, Daimei Mountain at two o'clock.

Jiuquan baby

Ribbon fragrance or red beans.

New tears, old gold thread, heartbroken.

A pair of delicate and charming carved beams, or last year.

The shade is thick, the grass rests, and the willow flowers are crazy.

Jiuquan baby

Flowers reflect wicker, idle to the green duckweed pool.

With the railing, I can see the waves and two rustles.

Recently, the news is sparse, the bridal chamber is empty and lonely.

Screen, hanging green foil (as a curtain), spring night.

Jiuquan baby

Sunshine screen window, golden duck small ping shan bi.

Spring in my hometown is foggy with blue clouds on my back.

The makeup is melancholy and leaning on the frame, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.

At the beginning of the grass, the flowers fall again, which is refreshing.

Jiuquan baby

Chu women don't return, building Xie Jiang.

The moonlight is lonely, the wind rises again, and the apricot blossoms are sparse.

Hosta oblique, heavy, there is a golden phoenix on the skirt.

Eight-line script, a thousand miles dream, flying south.

Dingxifan

Han resigned from the old year, climbed weak willows, folded cold plums and went to the high platform.

A thousand miles of jade connects Chun Xue, whether the geese will come or not.

The strong enemy is sad, and the moon is lingering.

Dingxifan

Haiyan wants to fly and adjust her feathers. Hemerocallis are green, apricot flowers are red, and curtains cover them.

The temple is green and golden, and there is a bright spring.

Upstairs, the moon is bright, in the window.

Dingxifan

The drizzle and small shadow spring festival evening, people are like jade, willow like eyebrows, homesick.

The curtain of the curtain is rolled up at the beginning, and a flower is spent in the mirror.

The news of heartbreak is rare for geese.

Yang Liuzhi

There are 10,000 willows in front of Xiao Su, and the bridge is flat with gold thread.

The oriole said nothing, and the east wind blew, closing the waist of Zhumen and dancing.

Yang Liuzhi

The golden wisp of jade is in Biwagou, with six palace eyebrows fragrant.

Come late, Longchi brings rain, brush the railing and enter the building.

Yang Liuzhi

Royal willows are like silk, and phoenix windows embroider hibiscus.

There are thousands of roads beside Jingyang Building, and a new makeup is waiting for Xiaofeng.

Yang Liuzhi

The brocade machine speaks English frequently, stopping to cry and remember people.

Simon is still bleak in March, and even if he hangs on the sun, he can't feel spring.

Yang Liuzhi

Pairs of orioles are similar in color, and the chirping of the branches reveals a fragrant sound.

Fortunately, spring is as long as a line, but unfortunately it is entangled in my heart.

Yang Liuzhi

Yichun Garden is the longest outside, with leisurely spring breeze and dancing waist.

It is the place where the jade man's intestines are broken, and a canal of spring water red bridge.

Yang Liuzhi

The south inner wall is the East Emperor, and you should know that spring is yellow.

Apricot flowers are unwilling to think mercilessly. Why do pedestrians feel the most heartache?

Yang Liuzhi

Outside Guanwa Palace, in the west of Yecheng, the sail is far from the dike.

Because the prince and grandchildren are eager to get what they want, it doesn't matter whether the grass is green or not.

Nangezi

Roll your eyes like waves and have a graceful demeanour like waist.

In the dark, I miss your heart and hate spring nights.

Nangezi

Comb a bun at the temple, and Lianjuan sweeps her eyebrows.

I have been thinking about you all day. Fatigue is king, when flowers bloom.

Nangezi

Golden parrot in hand, phoenix embroidered on the chest.

Steal an eye and make a dark appearance. Might as well marry a mandarin duck.

Nangezi

It seems to be a willow, crisp and holding snowflakes.

The curtains are obliquely rolled with jade hooks. Jiuqu dust flies, chasing cars.

Nangezi

His face is thin and his eyebrows are deep.

Honeymoon with pillow and bed. There are hundreds of songbirds across the curtain, which makes you feel at ease.

Nangezi

These flowers are full of green flowers.

Pillow reflects Hirayama. The moon is bright in three to five nights, facing Yan Fang.

Nangezi

Lazy brush mandarin duck pillow, don't sew jade skirt.

Pay the bill and smoke. Recently, I am more eager to think of you.

Blasphemy a river

Wangjiang went to the ancestral temple, when the spring rain came in front of the temple.

The infinite birds in Chushan fly late, and the orchids are empty.

Where the cuckoo crows, brilliant red blooms like blood.

The beauty on the cicada's temple is sad. Flower Festival.

Blasphemy a river

The lonely temple meets the cold wave, and the Xiling is raining.

Xie Niang was so disappointed that she cried a thousand times.

Listening to homesickness in the evening, early plum blossoms are full of fruits.

Looking back on their feelings, where is the soul drifting?

Blasphemy a river

The bronze drum is full of gods and the court is full of curtains.

Jiangpu, a water village, has experienced wind and rain, and Chushan is picturesque.

The parting sound is bleak, and the jade capacity is thin.

The green wheat swallows, and the blinds worry about the pearl pavilion.

Nvguanzi

Emerald with a charming smile, red and graceful.

The temples are as cold as cicadas and autumn waters, and the veils roll up smoke.

In the refrigerator mirror in front of the Phoenix Building in Shu Qi.

Send a message to Qin Ge's companions and seek immortality early.

Nvguanzi

The clouds in Bi Xia are shining, and the mirror looks like snow.

Frown. Cover the words lightly with a fan, and be ashamed to embroider the curtain.

Jade building is far away, and Huadong hates coming late.

Sooner or later, I will leave Lu' an and never leave each other.

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

At Shang Yang's Spring Festival Gala, ladies-in-waiting were worried about moths falling into flames.

In the new year, I think so, too, but Chang 'an Road is far away.

Phoenix accounts are smoked, and solitary flowers lock thousands of doors.

Strive to buy gold and be a wise king for my concubine.

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

Luoyang is sad, willow flowers are falling snow.

All day long, pedestrians climb and break, and the running water under the bridge whimpers.

Nan Puying was heartbroken when I got on the horse and tried to persuade her to leave.

When I was young, I was worried about killing the plain, but I cried when I looked back.

Distant resentment

Embroidered the threshold, the curtain was untied.

Without your letter, you are heartbroken (one person is heartbroken), Xiaoxiang Chunyanfei.

I wonder when the horse will come back.

Begonia flowers wither and it's raining.

Distant resentment

It took a long time for the rain to clear up.

Don't roll the bead curtain, in the dream, melancholy Wen Xiaoying.

Makeup eyebrows are pale pink.

In the mirror, embroidered light.

Complain about one's feelings

It's noon in spring and it's raining lightly.

Golden belt pillow, palace brocade, phoenix curtain.

Willows are weak and butterflies fly, and they are reluctant to part.

The news in Liaoyang is sparse, and I return to my dream.

Sidi town

Flowers bloom and fall, and the branches are as red as Xia.

Luo sleeve painting curtain heartbroken, fragrant car.

Back to * * * people idle language, war grate jinfeng oblique.

Only Ruan Langchun didn't go home.

Biography of rivers

By the river, calling each other. Xiao's makeup is fresh, and a woman picks lotus.

Please don't go to that coast. Teenagers, full of flowers.

Tea swaying to warm wind (a soft), hanging jade wrist, intestines to willow broken.

Punan returns, Pubei returns. I don't know. I'm rarely late.

Biography of rivers

On the lake, look around. The rain is rustling, and the overseas Chinese road in Yanpu is far away.

Thanks to my mother and moth's worry, my dream will eventually get lost in the evening tide.

Wandering far away, it is late spring, and Yingying is heartbroken.

Ruoyuexi, Xixi. Liu Di, I don't know Ron Ma Si.

Biography of rivers

Companions, address each other. Apricot blossoms are rare, and every worry in the dream is violated.

When Xianke went, Yan had already flown. No return, tears full of skirts.

Larks in the sky bring sunny days, spring comes late, and the haze crosses Nanyuan.

Snow plum fragrance, willow belt is long. Little Niang, it hurts to turn around.

Annoying women's grievances

The fragrant snow is everywhere, and the drizzle is falling in Shuang Yan.

Cicada Zheng, goldfinch fan, draw a beam to meet each other.

The news of Yanmen didn't come back and flew back.

Annoying women's grievances

On Nansha Island, geese are shocked by the snow.

Jade chain, golden arrow, year after year.

Painting the floor is empty and hates Jinping, apricot blossom is red.

lotus leaf cup

A little dew condensation, wave shadow. Full of ponds.

The green stems are red and heartbreaking. The water is cold.

lotus leaf cup

Mirror water comes in autumn night, like snow. When picking lotus.

Xiao Niang blushes for the cold wave. Positive thinking (original thinking).

lotus leaf cup

Chu women want to return to Nanpu, facing the rain. Wet and red.

The boat rocked into the flowers, causing waves. Separate from the west wind.

2. Wen Qi's poetry collection "Su Wu Temple"

Su Wu saw Han for the first time, feeling sad and mixed feelings; Now the towering trees in the ancient temple are solemn.

The geese crossed Hu Yun, but the goats did not graze.

Go back to your visit tower, but there is no sign; The crown sword is like life, and it is in the prime of life.

Maoling is not sealed for the sake of sealing, and the eyes are sobbing in the river.

Lizhou Du Nan

However, the empty water belt is inclined, and the curved island is vast, which is connected with the emerald emblem.

Seeing that the horse has gone to Bo Yang by ferry, Liu Xiaqun on the ferry is waiting for the boat to return.

Several clumps of sand grass are scattered in Europe, and an egret is flying on the wide beach.

Who opened the boat looking for Fan Li, crossed the foggy five lakes and forgot the words? .

Shang shan Zao hang

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown.

When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.

Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.

She sighed on her jade harp.

It is also difficult to dream in a cold bed on an autumn night, and the sky blue is like water and clouds like sand at night.

The geese fly away from the bamboo lodge, and the moon is empty on the twelfth floor.