Wen Tingyun, whose original name was Qi and whose courtesy name was Feiqing, was from Qi, Bingzhou (now Qi County, Shanxi Province). He was a descendant of Wen Yanbo in the Tang Dynasty and a famous poet in ancient my country. He was biographed in two "Books of the Tang Dynasty". Although Wen Tingyun was from Bingzhou, he, like Bai Juyi, Liu Zongyuan and other famous poets, spent most of his life away from home. According to research, Wen Tingyun traveled to the Jianghuai River with his family when he was young, and later settled in the countryside of Yuxian County (now Huxian County, Shaanxi Province), close to Duling, so he called himself a tourist in Duling.
There is no historical record of Wen Tingyun's birth year. Wen Ji's old annotations concluded that he was born in the fourth year of Mu Zong's Changqing reign (824), and Xia Chengtao's "Wen Feiqing's Year" suggests that he was born in the seventh year of Yuanhe (812). In recent years, Chen Shangjun's "A Study of Wen Tingyun's Early Deeds" states that he was born in the seventeenth year of Zhenyuan (8O1) of Dezong. Liang Chaoran's "Tang Caizi Biography" agrees with Chen Shangjun's examination. Wen Tingyun was born in the 17th year of Qian Zhenyuan and died in the 7th year of Xiantong (866), so he was 66 years old.
Wen Tingyun was young and enlightened. Like other accomplished poets, he took the initiative to learn and worked hard on the inkstone. In addition to being good at playing the drum, harp and flute, he was especially good at poetry. The biography of "Old Book of Tang Dynasty" says that he "can play the sound of every string, which is a beautiful poem". At that time, he was as famous as Li Shangyin and was named Wen Li. "Beimeng Suoyan" says that Wen Tingyun was "talented and talented, and he was good at small poems. Every time he entered the examination, he would compose poems that rhymed with the official rhyme, and the eight-pointed hand made the eight-pointed rhyme." Therefore, people at that time called him "Wen Baji". In ancient my country, there were those who were quick in literary thinking and could write poems in several steps, but there was no other person like Wen Tingyun who could write eight rhymes with his eight-pointed hand.
Such a talented person has failed several times. Those who can be seen today, Wen Tinggai started to take the exam at 40 o'clock in the fourth year of Kaicheng's reign (839). He failed, and only got tribute in the Jingzhao Mansion exam, and failed to even participate in the provincial exam. The reason is probably due to the political struggle in the palace. Because of Concubine Yang Xian's slander, dozens of people around Prince Zhuang Ke were killed or expelled, and they were all eliminated. Then Prince Zhuang Ke died suddenly and for no apparent reason. Wen Tingyun was involved in this political struggle. It was considered good that he did not suffer any disaster, but how could he expect to gain ground in it? Before he entered the examination hall, he was destined to fail. After failing to pass the examination in the fourth year of Kaicheng, Wen Tingyun lived in Yujiao for two years. In his own words, "for the second year, he suffered from illness and did not go to his hometown to be recommended for examination." It is not known whether he was really ill at that time or whether he was staying at home out of fear of disaster. When Wen Tingyun was 41 years old, he went to Huainan to meet Li Shen. Wen Tingyun met Li Shen as early as when he was 8 years old, and they have been friends since childhood. At the age of 55, Wen Tingyun took the exam again. I had taken the exam several times before, but failed every time. This time I took the exam in the ninth year of Dazhong (855). In the spring of Shen Xun's reign, Wen Tingyun disturbed the court and caused a storm in the city. The reason for the disturbance in the room was that Wen Tingyun was nicknamed "Several Person", that is, he helped the candidates around the examination room. Therefore, Shen Xun treated Wen Tingyun specially this time and summoned Wen Tingyun to test in front of the curtain. Wen Tingyun made a big fuss and disturbed the whole house. It is said that although Shen Xun was on guard this time, Wen Tingyun still secretly helped eight people. Of course, I failed the test again. From then on, that is to say, from the age of 56, Wen Tingyun stopped worrying about this and stopped getting involved in famous places.
Although it is inappropriate to save people in the examination room, Wen Tingyun's talent can be seen from this. Just like rescuing people in the examination room, Wen Tingyun also helped Prime Minister Linghu Tao. Wen Tingyun came in and out of Linghu Hall and was treated well. At that time, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty liked the song "Bodhisattva Man". Linghu secretly asked Wen Tingyun to fill in the new lyrics for "Bodhisattva Man" on his behalf, and asked Wen Tingyun not to leak it out. However, Wen Tingyun spread the matter, and Linghu Tao Da for dissatisfaction. Wen Tingyun looked down upon Linghu Tao's talent and learning. Xuanzong wrote a poem, and the last sentence contained "Jin Bu Yao", but he failed to get it right, so he asked Wei Di Jinshi to correct it. Wen Ting stole the poem and criticized the "jade strips off". Xuanzong was very happy and rewarded it. Linghu Tao didn't know about the theory of jade strips being taken off, so he asked Wen Tingyun. Wen Tingyun told him that it came from the "Nanhua Sutra", and said that the "Nanhua Sutra" was not a rare book, and the Prime Minister should also read some books in his spare time from official duties. The implication was that Linghu Tao did not read, and he also said to others, "Zhongshu Shengnei is sitting there." General", mocking Linghu Tao for his lack of learning. Linghu Tao hated him even more because of this, saying that he was talented but not good enough to be ranked first. It can be seen from this that Wen Tingyun has never won the first place, not because he is not talented and learned, but because he is jealous of those in power. Not only was his talent inferior, but he also gained a bad reputation for his bad conduct. It is also said that Wen Tingyun met Xuanzong in Chuanshe, who had been here for a while. Because he did not recognize him as the emperor, he proudly questioned him.
After Wen Tingyun caused trouble in the house, he was demoted to Sui County Suizhou Lieutenant and became an extremely minor official. Later, Xu Shang went to Xiangyang Town and was appointed as an inspector. At this time, Wen Tingyun was 56 years old. In Xiangyang, Wen Tingyun socialized and sang with Pi Chengshi, Zhou Yao and others.
After staying in Xiangyang for several years, Xu Shang ordered to go to Que, and Wen Tingyun also left Xiangyang and went to Jiangdong. He was 61 years old at this time, and returned to Huainan in the winter when he was 62 years old. At this time, Wen Tingyun, although famous for his poems, was already in poverty and neglected his behavior. He drank and had sex with nobles such as Pei Jian and Linghu Gao. At that time, Linghu Tao was out of town in Huainan. Wen Tingyun had suppressed him during his reign, so even though he was an old acquaintance, Wen Tingyun did not visit him. Later, Wen Tingyun was forced to beg in the Yangziyuan and stayed drunk at night. He was slapped by the patrolling soldiers and even his teeth were broken. He complained to Linghu Tao, but Linghu Tao did not deal with the rude soldiers. The soldiers spoke highly of Wen Tingyun's evil deeds and how bad his conduct was. Therefore, word about Wen Tingyun's extremely bad conduct spread to the capital. The 63-year-old man had his teeth broken and his reputation was even worse. Wen Tingyun had no choice but to go to Chang'an in person and write to the ministers to explain the whole story and avenge his injustice. He then lived in the capital.
In the sixth year of Xiantong (865), Wen Tingyun served as Guozi's assistant teacher. In the following year, he served as Guozi's assistant teacher and presided over the Guozi examination. Wen Tingyun, who had been suppressed many times in the examination room, was different in presiding over the examination. After strictly judging the grades based on literature, he "listed thirty poems to promote justice" and wrote the list: "On the right, the poems included in the previous article were buried in the grave. Wait, the knowledge is a little refined, worthy of divine enlightenment, the tone is passionate, the song is a folk ballad, the title is Mingpian, the time is difficult, under the candle, the eloquent words are sincere and suitable for everyone, and they dare not arbitrarily praise the flowers. The list was published to show the selflessness. "Publishing the tested poems and essays to the public has a great meaning to invite the masses to supervise, and put an end to the unhealthy trend of taking the soil for others, which was a good talk at the time. This move brought misfortune to Wen Tingyun. He judged others entirely based on literature and listed them among the public, which was dissatisfied by the powerful. Moreover, some of the poems he listed criticized current affairs and exposed corruption. Wen Tingyun praised him for his "passionate tone and prepared songs for folk songs", which was even more taboo for the powerful. . Therefore, Prime Minister Yang Shou was very angry and demoted Wen Tingyun to Fangcheng Wei. He was criticized and demoted for upholding justice, so when Ji Tangfu sent him to Fangcheng, he wrote a poem: "Let's drink green (Youlu) to kill the accumulated hatred, and don't leave the yellow ribbon to brush the dust." After suffering this blow, he once again After being demoted, Wen Tingyun, who was already old, died of depression in the winter of that year. "The Biography of Talented Scholars of the Tang Dynasty" says that "he died in exile". It is unknown whether he died shortly after arriving in Fangcheng or before arriving in Fangcheng. A talented man of a generation died of hardship and frustration, which will be regretted by everyone for thousands of years. He is proud of his talents and despises the powerful. Therefore, Mr. Ji Tangfu sent him to Fangcheng and wrote a poem: "Although the emperor of Phoenix is ??lucky, the parrot is talented but tired."
The powerful people at that time could exclude and suppress Wen Tingyun, which made his official career difficult. , life is rough, but it can't suppress Wen Tingyun's talents. Wen Tingyun finally became an immortal poet in the history of literature.
As a famous poet in the late Tang Dynasty, Wen Tingyun was excellent in poetry and was famous for his lyrics. Although most of Wen Tingyun's poems do not have high ideological value, they are unique in art. Poetry commentators in the past dynasties have spoken highly of Wen Tingyun's poems, and he is known as the originator of the Huajian School. Wang Zheng's "Preface to the Poems of Chan'an in Longbishanfang Anthology" states that the style of poetry was created by Li Bai, Wang Jian, and Wen Tingyun. "The style of poetry is graceful, profound, and profound, and it expresses the feelings of wise men, gentlemen, and gentlemen who can't express their feelings." Tingyun is unique. "Zhou Ji's "Jie Cunzhai's Miscellaneous Works on Ci" says: "There is a difference between high and low Ci, and there is a difference between heavy and heavy." He is able to do things." Zhang Hui also said: "Feiqing's words are profound and trustworthy, so his words are neither angry nor intimidating, and are full of strength and softness." The traces of people in the Southern Song Dynasty are beginning to show, and there is a very vigorous atmosphere in the flower room. If Feiqing is transcendent, it can no longer be traced. However, if you interpret it carefully, there is a context. "Liu Xizai's "Yi Gui" said: " Wen Feiqing's poetry is extremely exquisite. "Wen Tingyun's position in the history of poetry is indeed very important.
"Huajian Collection" contains up to 66 Wen lyrics. It can be said that Wen Tingyun is the first poet who devoted himself to writing lyrics. It was only in the hands of Wen Tingyun that Ci, a literary form, was really taken seriously by people. Subsequently, poets from the Five Dynasties and Song Dynasty competed for it, finally making Ci become a major phenomenon in the ancient Chinese literary world, and it still has a very wide influence to this day. Wen Tingyun's contribution to Ci will always be respected by future generations.
Wen Tingyun's poems are clear and elegant, and highly praised by people at the time. The poem "Morning Journey to Shangshan" contains "The sound of chickens in Maodian and the moon, and the frost of people's footsteps in Banqiao" is an immortal famous sentence that will last through the ages. spread. It is said that Ouyang Xiu, a famous poet in the Song Dynasty, admired this couplet very much and once composed his own poem "The sound of birds singing in the rain in Maodian and the wild color of spring in Banqiao", but in the end he could not go beyond the original meaning of Wen's poem.
Wen Tingyun’s poetry collection, according to "New Book of Tang·Yiwenzhi", there were three volumes of "Walan Collection", 10 volumes of "Jinquan Collection", 5 volumes of "Collection of Poems", and "Hannan Original Manuscript" at that time "10 volumes, and there is also a 10-volume collection of poems and essays by Duan Chengshi, Yu Zhigu and others, "Han Shang Ti Jin Ji", which shows that he is rich in creation. It is a pity that his collection has not been handed down. The only poems we have seen today are those preserved in "Collection of Flowers", "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty" and "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty".
In addition to poetry, Wen Tingyun is also a novel writer and scholar. According to "New Tang Book·Yiwenzhi", Wen Tingyun wrote 3 volumes of the novel "Qian Xunzi", 1 volume of "Tea Picking Records", and compiled 10 volumes of the related book "Xuehai". It is a pity that all of them have been lost, and their details cannot be known now. In particular, the loss of 10 volumes of "Xuehai" is really a great loss in the academic history of our country. If "Xuehai" can be preserved, it will definitely contribute greatly to academic research and compilation work.
As a famous poet in the late Tang Dynasty and an important figure in the history of Chinese poetry, the loss of Wen Tingyun's poetry collection is very regrettable. It is really a big loss in the treasure house of classical literature. Not only the collection of poems and essays has been lost, but also the important historical materials about Wen Tingyun. It is now difficult to know the details of Wen Tingyun. The biography of Wen Tingyun contained in "The Biography of Talented Scholars of the Tang Dynasty" is also in reverse chronology, wrong and fragmented. Even after research by relevant experts, we can only know the general outline. Despite this, Wen Tingyun still shines brightly in the history of literature and is famous throughout the ages.
Answer’s Supplement 2009-08-28 13:30 Main Works 1. Selected Poems of Wen Tingyun
Dream Jiangnan
Ten thousand hatreds, hatred is at the end of the world .
The mountains and moons don’t know what’s going on in their hearts, and the water and wind are empty and the eyes are dazzled.
Swaying green clouds.
Wang Jiangnan
After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower.
Thousands of sails are not the same, and the slanting Hui pulse (mò) is long and flowing.
Heartbroken Bai Ping (pín) Zhou.
Jade Butterfly
The autumn wind is sad and hurts when the traveler has not returned.
The grass in the cold areas declines first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River arrive late.
The hibiscus has withered on the face, and the willow has lost its new eyebrows.
Shaking down makes people sad, but who knows if the heart is broken?
Bodhisattva Man
The hills overlap and the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to reach the fragrant snow on the cheeks.
I’m too lazy to draw my eyebrows, and I’m too late to put on makeup and groom myself.
Looking at flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other.
New embroidery (one piece is Qi) with Luo Ru and two pairs of golden partridges.
The Bodhisattva Man
It is noon when the bright moon comes at night, and there is no one talking behind the heavy curtain.
The musk smoke is long in the depths, leaving a thin makeup when lying down.
I felt sorry for myself back then, the past is so unbearable to remember.
The flower dew (falls), the moon is bright and waning, and the brocade quilt knows the cold.
The Bodhisattva Man
The yellow pistils are infinite on the mountain forehead, and the smile is hidden behind the screen window.
When we meet Peony, we are yet to leave.
The green hairpin is made of gold, and butterflies dance on the hairpin.
Who knows what’s on your mind? The branches are full of moonflowers.
The Bodhisattva Man
The verdant green leaves are covered with golden strands, and the water lines are thin and the spring pool is green.
The begonia pear in the pond is full of red branches in rainy weather.
Embroidered shirts cover smiles, tobacco sticks to flying butterflies.
Qingsuo has little news about Fangfei from Yuguan.
The Bodhisattva Man
The apricot blossom contains dew and fragrant snow, and there are many farewells on the green poplar street.
The lamp is dimly lit in the moonlight, and I hear the dawn warbler when I wake up.
The jade hooks cover the green curtain, and the makeup is light and the eyebrows are thin.
Spring dreams are about love, and the cicada's hair is light in the mirror.
Bodhisattva Man
The treasure letter is the golden bird (鸂鵣 xichì is a kind of water bird.), and it is on Wushan Bi in Chenxiang Pavilion (Yizhuoguan).
The willows are like silk, Yiqiao during the spring rain.
The news about the painting building has been cut off, on the south bank of the Fangcao River.
Who knows about Luan mirror and flower branches?
Bodhisattva Man
The bright moon in the jade tower reminds us of each other, and the willow silk is graceful and weak in spring.
The grass outside the door is luxuriant, and I send you to hear the horses neighing.
The paintings are gold and jade, and the incense candles are sold into tears.
The flowers are falling and the children are crowing, and the green window is full of dreams.
Bodhisattva Man
The phoenixes are facing each other with golden threads, and the peonies have been exposed to light rain all night.
Looking at the new makeup in the mirror, her temples are light and her face is long.
The painting buildings look at each other for a long time, with tamarisk trees outside the fence.
If the news does not come back, the two swallows will return in front of the society.
The Bodhisattva Man
The peonies fade and the orioles sing to rest, and the courtyard is full of green poplars.
Reminiscences and dreams are hard to come by, the light behind the window is half-lit.
The face is covered with green and gold, and the loneliness is covered by the fragrance of the boudoir.
People are far away and their tears are dry, and swallows fly in the spring and are disabled.
Bodhisattva Man
The palace is full of bright moon and pear blossoms are white, and the old friends are thousands of miles away and separated by mountains.
A pair of golden geese fly away, with tears staining the embroidered clothes.
The small garden is full of green grass, and I live in Yuexiqu.
The willows are colorful, and the swallows (a wild goose) return to the king but never return.
The Bodhisattva Man
The ground in the South Garden is filled with piles of light catkins, and I am worried about hearing a sudden clear rain.
The sun is setting after the rain, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.
Speechlessly, my sleeping face is smooth, and my pillow is covered by a mountain screen.
It’s dusk in the season, and I’m bored and leaning against the door alone.
Bodhisattva Man
On a rainy and clear night, on a beautiful day (one moon), thousands of fragrant branches are brushed with red silk.
Idle dreams recall the golden hall, where day lilies grow all over the garden.
The embroidered curtains are hung with silk curtains, and the mountains are green in the distance.
The spring water crosses the river bridge, and the soul of leaning on the railing is about to disappear.
Bodhisattva Man
The bamboo breeze gently moves the courtyard to remove the cold, and the beaded curtains cast exquisite shadows on the moon.
Mountain pillow conceals heavy makeup, green sandalwood and golden phoenix.
The two moths are worried about their motherland, Wu Palace is far away.
Spring hate is about love, and the painting building has a faint sound.
Bodhisattva Man
There is a pillow in the water curtain, and the warm fragrance arouses dreams of mandarin duck brocade.
The willows on the river are like smoke, and the wild geese are flying in the sky.
The autumn color of lotus root silk is light, and people can cut it unevenly.
The temples are fragrant red, and the jade hairpin is windy.
Geng Leizi
The willow silk is long, the spring rain is thin, and the sound of leaking outside the flowers is heard far away.
The wild geese are frightened by the cold, and the crows rise in the city, and the golden screen is painted to cover the ducks.
The fragrant mist is thin, and through the curtain (one piece is heavy), I feel melancholy in Xiejiachi Pavilion.
On the back of the red candle, the embroidered curtain hangs down, but Meng Changjun doesn’t know.
Geng Luzi
The stars are sparse, the bells and drums are resting, and the orioles are waning outside the curtain.
The orchid dew is heavy, the willow wind is slanting, and the courtyard is full of fallen flowers.
On the empty pavilion, leaning on the railing and looking out, I still feel as melancholy as last year.
Spring is approaching twilight, my thoughts are endless, and the old joy is like in a dream.
Geng Luzi
Golden bird hairpin, red pink noodles, temporarily meet in the flower.
Knowing my intention and feeling your pity, I need to ask Heaven for this feeling.
The fragrance turns into ears, the wax turns into tears, and it still seems like the two people’s thoughts.
The mountain pillow is greasy, the brocade quilt is cold, and I feel more leaky and residual.
Gengluzi
We meet rarely, but we remember each other for a long time, our eyebrows are as light as smoke as willows.
The green curtain hangs down, the knot is of one heart, and the waiter (original work is waiting for) Lang Xun embroiders the quilt.
The moon above the city is as white as snow, and the beauties with cicadas and temples are extremely sad.
The palace trees are dark, the magpie bridge is horizontal, and the jade sign first announces the light.
Geng Luzi
Beyond the river tower, facing the sea and the moon, the sound of the horn on the city is whimpering.
The willows on the embankment are moving, the island is dim, and the two rows of wild geese are divided.
Jingkou Road, Guifan Ferry, is where Fang Fei wants to spend time.
The silver candle is gone, the jade rope is low, and there is a sound of village chicken.
Geng Liuzi
The incense of the jade stove and the tears of red wax illuminate the autumn thoughts of the painted hall.
The eyebrows are green and thin, the temples are cloudy, and the quilt is cold at night.
The sycamore tree, the rain at midnight, does not mean separation and love are suffering.
One leaf, one sound, the air drips to the light.
Returning to the country far away
Fragrant jade, emerald phoenix and precious hairpin hanging from the basket.
The mother-in-law basket is better than the golden millet, and the spring water is green across the sky.
The curtains in the painting hall are full of candles, and the rest of the dream is even more blurry.
Xie Niang’s infinite heart song is intermittent in Xiaoping Mountain.
Returning to the country far away
Two faces, Xiaofeng fights with gold and beauty.
The dance clothes are unable to hold back the wind, and the lotus root silk is dyed in autumn colors.
The brocade tent is covered with embroidered curtains, and the dewdrops are clear and clear.
Pink-heart yellow pistil flower dimple, two points of Daimei Mountain.
Jiuquanzi
Luodai is fragrant, just like the red beans in farewell.
The tears are new, the golden thread is old, and the intestines are broken.
A pair of delicate swallows are still in season last year.
The green shade is thick, the grass is resting, and the willow flowers are crazy.
Jiuquanzi
The flowers reflect the willow branches and wander towards the green Ping Pond.
Leaning on the railing, you can catch a glimpse of the small waves and the two waves.
The news has been sparse recently, and the bridal chamber is empty and lonely.
Cover the silver screen and hang green foil (one curtain) to spend the spring night.
Jiuquanzi
The sun shines on the screen window, the golden duck is small and the mountain is green.
Spring in my hometown is separated by mist and mist, and there are orchids on my back.
Su Zhuang leans melancholy on a high pavilion, with thin shadows of clouds thousands of miles away.
The grass is growing, the flowers are falling, and the swallows are in pairs.
Jiuquanzi
The Chu girl does not return, and the building rests on the spring water of the small river.
The moon is bright, the wind is blowing again, and the apricot blossoms are sparse.
The jade hairpin is slanted on the clouds and the servant girl is heavy, and the skirt is covered with golden phoenix.
Eight-line script, a thousand-mile dream, a wild goose flying south.
Ding Xifan
The Han envoys left in the past, climbed weak willows, broke off cold plums, and climbed to a high platform.
Thousands of miles away, there is spring snow in Jade Pass, but no one comes when the geese come.
The sound of the Qiang flute is so sad that the moon lingers.
Dingxifan
The petrels are about to fly and adjust their feathers, daylilies are green, apricots are red, and they are separated by curtains.
The golden strands of green clouds on the temples are like a branch of spring beauty.
The moon is shining brightly upstairs, in the window.
Dingxifan
In the spring evening of Xiaoying in the drizzle, the people are like jade, the willows are like eyebrows, and they are in love.
The emerald green curtain is rolled up for the first time, and there is a branch of flowers in the mirror.
Heart-breaking news from a poor family is rare.
Willow branches
There are thousands of willow branches in front of Su Xiaomen, and the golden thread touches the flat bridge.
The oriole is silent, the east wind blows, and the red door is closed deep, dancing with her waist.
Willow branches
The golden strands are flowing across the blue tile ditch, and the eyebrows in the sixth palace are causing fragrance and sorrow.
When I came in late, it was even more raining in the pond, half brushing against the railing and half entering the building.
Willow branches
The royal willows reflect the nine layers of silk, and the phoenix window reflects the embroidered hibiscus.
Thousands of roads beside Jingyang Tower, one side is newly made up for the morning breeze.
Willow branches
The orioles chatter frequently beside the tapestry machine, stopping the shuttle and weeping in memory of the people.
Semen is still desolate in March, even though there are weeping willows, spring is not yet felt.
The willow branches
Two pairs of oriole-like colors resemble each other, and the curling branches are singing with fragrant sounds.
Fortunately, when spring comes, it is as long as a thread, but it is a pity that it entangles the heart of a prodigal.
Willow branches
The longest branches outside Yichun Garden, dancing in the leisurely spring breeze.
It is at the place where the jade woman's intestines are cut off that there is a canal of spring water and Chilan Bridge.
Willow branches
The south inner wall is east of the Imperial Road Emperor. It should be noted that the willow silk will be yellow in spring.
Xinghua is unwilling to be heartless, what is the most heartbreaking thing for a traveler?
Willow branches
Outside the Guanwa Palace in the west of Yecheng, the expedition sails are reflected in the distance and close to the wind dike.
It is related to the eagerness of the king and grandson to return home, not related to the fragrant and luxuriant grass.
Nan Gezi
Looking forward is like a wave of eyes, and Pingting is like a willow waist.
The flowers are secretly beckoning each other, recalling the king is heartbroken, and hate the spring night.
Nan Gezi
Her temples are lowered and combed into a bun, and Lian Juan sweeps her eyebrows carefully.
I miss you all day long. When I am exhausted for you, there are hundreds of flowers.
Nan Gezi
A golden parrot in his hand and a phoenix embroidered on his chest.
Stealing eyes and dark appearance. It is better to marry him and become a mandarin duck.
Nan Gezi
It looks like a silk willow, holding snowflakes in a ball.
The jade hook of the curtain roll is slanted. Jiuqu is in the dust, chasing fragrant cars.
Nan Gezi
The golden clouds on his face are fine, and the emerald green between his eyebrows is deep.
Lean on the pillow and cover the mandarin duck quilt. The orioles chirping across the curtain touch your heart.
Nan Gezi
The pistils are filled with yellow seeds, and the flowers are full of green servant girls.
The mandarin duck pillow reflects the mountain. The moon is bright on three or five nights, facing the beautiful face.
Nan Gezi
I am lazily brushing the mandarin duck pillow and sewing my emerald skirt.
The tent is smoked in the furnace. Lately, my heart has become even more intense because I miss you.
Hedu God
Looking at Cong Temple on the river, when the spring rain comes in front of the temple.
Infinite birds in Chushan fly late, and Lan Chao is injured in the air and parted.
Where the cuckoo crows endlessly, blooming as red as blood.
The beauty with cicada temples is extremely sad. A festival of flowers and fragrant grass.
Hedu God
The lonely temple is facing the cold wave, and the wind and rain are rustling in Xiling.
Xie Niang leaned against the orchid rafter in melancholy, with thousands of tears flowing down her jade chopsticks.
In the dusk, I feel sad and happy when I listen to my thoughts, and the fragrance of early plum blossoms fills the mountains and valleys.
Looking back at the desolate love between the two, where can the soul wander?
Hedu God
The Bronze Drum God comes, and the flags and flags are lingering all over the courtyard.
Shui Cun Jiang Pu passed through the wind and thunder, and the Chushan Mountains were like picturesque smoke.
The sound of the farewell oars is empty and faint, and the jade face is melancholy and the makeup is thin.
The green wheat swallows are flying and falling, and the curtains are rolled up to face the Pearl Pavilion.
Nvguanzi
The girl is charming and smiling, and the green leaves are red and slim.
The hair on the temples is like a cicada. Cold jade hairpins and autumn water, light gauze rolling green smoke.
In the snow-breasted luan mirror, in front of the Qishu Fenglou.
I send a message to Qing'e to accompany you, and seek immortality as soon as possible.
Nvguanzi
Xiapei cloud hair, the mirror looks like snow.
Draw a frown. After covering up the words, I lightly fanned myself, and shyly embroidered the curtains.
The jade tower has been facing each other for a long time, and the flower cave is late.
Go by Luan in the morning and evening, don’t leave each other behind.
Qingpingle
On the Spring Festival evening, the palace maid was worried.
In the new year, I want to be in the same carriage, but the road to Chang'an is far away.
The mandarin ducks in the phoenix tent are smoked by the disciples, and the lonely flowers lock thousands of doors.
Compete for gold to buy gifts, and become a concubine to the wise king.
Qingpingle
Luoyang is extremely sad, with willows and snow falling.
Pedestrians climb and fold at will all day long, and the water under the bridge moans.
I mounted my horse and tried to persuade him to leave, but the orioles in Nanpu were heartbroken.
I am so worried about killing the young man in Pingyuan, I look back and shed tears for a thousand lines.
Xia Fang Yuan
Use the embroidered threshold to untie the curtain.
Unable to get the letter from the king, the heart is broken (one is broken heart), and the wild geese fly in the spring of Xiaoxiang.
I wonder when the levy horse will return?
The begonia flowers are fading, and the rain is falling.
Xia Fang Yuan
The flowers are half full, and the rain is beginning to clear.
The bead curtain has not been rolled up, the dream is broken, and I hear Xiaoying in melancholy.
The makeup on the eyebrows is light pink and horizontal.
In the mirror with Huan Luan, the embroidery is light.
Telling one’s heartfelt feelings
The orioles sing and the flowers dance in the spring afternoon, and the rain falls slightly.
Gold belt pillow, palace brocade, phoenix curtain.
Willow weak butterflies fly together, Yiyi.
There is little news from Liaoyang, so I returned in a dream.
Sidi Township
The flowers are blooming, and the branches are as red as the clouds.
Luo Xiu paints a curtain with a broken heart, and carries a fragrant carriage.
Looking back at the *** people chatting, the golden phoenix on the war grate is tilted.
Only Ruan Lang is gone and will not return home.
The Legend of the River
On the banks of the river, we call each other. The makeup is fresh at dawn, and a girl picks lotus flowers in a fairyland.
Please don’t go to that shore. Boy, the boat is full of flowers.
The red sleeves are swaying in the warm wind (one is soft), the jade wrist hangs down, and the intestines are broken towards the willow silk.
Punan returns, Pubei returns. Unexpectedly, there are already fewer people coming late.
The Story of the River
On the lake, look around. The rain is falling, and the road to Yanpu Huaqiao is far away.
Xie Niang was always worried, and towards the end of the court, her dream soul was fascinated by the late tide.
The prodigal son returns home far away from the end of the world. Spring is late, and the orioles are singing in their empty hearts.
Ruoye Creek, west of the stream. Liu Di, don't hear the neighing of horses.
He Chuan
Companions, call each other. The apricot blossoms are sparse, and I feel sad every time I dream.
As soon as the fairy guest is gone, the swallows have already flown away. If you don't return, your clothes will be full of tears.
The clouds and birds in the sky are far away, spring is late, and the mist is crossing the South Garden.
Snow plums are fragrant, and willow belts are long. My dear, this is so heartbreaking.
Fannu's complaint
Thousands of fragrant branches are blooming, and the snow is blooming all over, and the drizzle is falling.
The tinsel cicada, the zither, the golden bird fan, and the painted beam meet each other.
The news from Yanmen did not come back, but flew back again.
Fannu's complaint
The wild geese start flying on the Qinnan sand, and the snow flies thousands of miles away.
Jade chains, golden arrows, battles every year.
The brocade screen in the painting building is empty and the apricot blossoms are red.
Lotus leaf cup
A little dewdrop condenses and forms a shadow. Full pond.
The green stems and red stems are in confusion, and the intestines are broken. The water is cool and the wind is cool.
Lotus leaf cup
The autumn water in the mirror water at night is like snow. When picking lotus.
The young lady is looking at the cold waves, melancholy. Right thinking (original thinking).
Lotus leaf cup
Nv Chu wants to return to Nanpu, it is raining in the morning. Wet and sad red.
The boat rippled into the flowers and made waves. Across the west wind.
2. Selected Poems of Wen Tingyun
Su Wu Temple
In front of the Han Dynasty envoy, Su Wu’s soul was lost, and the tall trees in the ancient temple were at a loss.
The geese pass over Hu Tianyue by the clouds, and the sheep in Longshang return to the grass smoke.
When I returned to Japan, the tower was not a tent. When I left, Guan Jian was in the Ding year.
There is no waiting seal in Maoling, and I cry to the autumn waves in the sky.
Lizhou Nandu
The empty water carries the slanting light, and the winding island is bounded by the green emblem.
The horses neighed on the waves and watched the boats go. People rested by the willows to wait for the boat to return.
There are several clumps of sand and grass scattered in groups, and a heron flies across the vast river fields.
Who took a boat to look for Fan Li? The smoke and water in the five lakes only forgot the opportunity.
Send the Prince of Bohai back to his country
Although the border is governed by the sea, the family of Che Shushu is not alone.
Sheng Xun returned to his old country, and his best poems are in China.
The boundaries rise in autumn, and the sails are set to the dawn.
Jiumen Fengyue is good, looking back is the end of the world.
Early trip to Shangshan
Starting in the morning to recruit the priests, the travelers are sad for their hometown.
The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian and the moon is shining in Banqiao.
The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are shining brightly on the post wall.
Thinking of Du Ling’s dream, the geese filled the pond.
Yao Se's resentment
The dream of a silver bed made of ice and mat is impossible, the blue sky is like water and the clouds are light at night.
The sound of wild geese is far away from Xiaoxiang, and the moon shines brightly on the twelfth floor