Night is the time to become
The bitter moon and the frosty forest are slightly shady1, and the lamps are cold and want to be snowed in by the deep night bells.
This time I was sitting on the Guanning couch, holding my knees and chanting for my father Liang.
It is a great honor for me to be the first to be able to say, "I'm so proud of you," he said.
The book is spread out and there is no sleep ④, so I got up to listen to the lonely corner of the fifth night.
Tan Sitong wrote this poem when he was studying in Lanzhou after the ninth year of Guangxu (1883)
Note
①Bitter month: winter month.
②Guan Ning: a native of Wei in the Three Kingdoms period, known for his good learning. Couch (ta): a narrow and shorter bed. Liang Fuyin: the name of the ancient tune of music.
3) Mingshan: the famous mountain business, referring to the writing of books.
④ Woody: the look of labor.
3) The name of the mountain: the famous mountain cause.
4 Wooden: the ancient military instrument used to tell the time.
Farewell
The aspirant sighs for the passing of the water, and the traveler grieves for the cold wind.
The wind is cold, but the water is gone!
What's more, I'm not going to see my comrades again, it's a thousand miles away.
The cable will be used for the farewell, and the grass will be green and rested.
The journey is so long that it is hard to tell the difference between the two.
What is the best way to get rid of them?
What can be done to strengthen the colors of the journey, the sword is knotted with lilacs.
What is the best way to express your thoughts?
What can be done to comfort the distant, diligent repair and cherish the short days.
There is no time to renew your love, but there is a time to meet again.
Singing for you, dancing for you, walking for you, not suffering.
To climb Zhu Rong Peak in Heng Yue in the morning
The height of the mountain is very high, but there are no peaks when I look around.
But there are floating clouds, and I can't wait to see what's in store for me.
The earth is sinking and the stars are gone, the sky is leaping and the sun is melting.
Half a spoonful of Dongting water, the dragon wants to rise in the autumn cold.
New Year's Eve (old New Year's Eve poems are very gang)
Old New Year's Eve poems are very gang, often in the snow and wind detention, pulling the pen, dozens of can't rest, and has been shattered its manuscript, and the dust of the horse vector with the rotten carry on. Now see Rao Jun made, do not feel fluffy in the abdomen, remember "New Year's Eve in Shangzhou send Zhong brother": "the mast against the hands of other homes, home has a wise brother feeling wagtail original. My brother said, "I don't know what village I'm staying in tonight, but I don't know what I'm going to do." The scenery is not different, the ghost is separated, ooh carry on ChenYan, the feeling is deep, also do not know rough
Er Xu.
Being a part of the past and present is only a matter of years, and the year is coming up again.
Who knows that Xizhong Yinbin day, is already a *** work defective day.
Tung is not going to die until the phoenix is singing, and the dragon is not going to be able to hold on to its belly.
The cold ashes from the end of the sub-divided, rely on a poem soldiers fighting fire field.
New Year's Eve (I've never had enough courage)
I've never had enough courage; I've never had enough courage; I've never had enough beard.
It is not a matter of looking at the knowledge and skills of the people, but of comparing them with the words of the people.
It is the first time that I have ever seen a man with a heart as big as his own, and it is the first time that I have ever seen a man with a heart as big as his own.
Since the light will be thirty years old, the mountain Jane was born in trouble.
New Year's Eve (The Years and the World)
The Years and the World are a mystery, and I dare to say who will die in the Central Plains.
Since the ice sky to refine the strange bone, temporarily teach good sentence is the eyebrow.
There is no reason for me to sing and cry because of the long night, and the greedy tail is better than this time. The first thing you need to do is to get up and dance with the chickens, and then you'll be late for the lights.
This poem was written on New Year's Eve (January 1893) in the nineteenth year of Guangxu.
1) Disorienting: blurred and hard to distinguish clearly. Deer: the word "deer" is a provincial word for "deer". It is a metaphor for the struggle for the world.
②Tong Mei: eyebrows are very long, and the two eyebrows are connected to each other. The Tang Dynasty poet Li He is Tongmei, Tan Sitong is also Tongmei.
3) Unprovoked. Long Night: the long winter night, a metaphor for the dark social reality. Greedy Tail: the meaning of final and end. Yin and Yang: refers to the changes in the seasons of the year.
④Appointment to Dance with the Cock: Liu Kun and Zu Ti were good friends in the Western Jin Dynasty, often encouraging each other to cheer up, and agreed to dance when they heard the cock crowing. Leakage: Leakage pot, an ancient timer.
New Year's Eve (My Generation of Worms)
My generation of worms is really struggling to sing the "Ode to the Shang Dynasty", who is the one who sings it.
Ten years of drunken dreams are hard to wake up, an inch of heart is not dusty.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man who was so happy to be here, and I'm sure he'll be here for the rest of his life.
The sword of Qiankun and the breath of the two dragons, aroused a good spring.
Dao Wu Mountain
The setting sun hangs over the tall trees, and twilight enters the green peaks.
Ancient temples are filled with clouds and cranes, and empty pools are filled with moonlight.
The dust disappears from the hundred-foot waterfall, and the heart breaks with a bell.
What is the meaning of Zen?
Winter Nights
The horses are clean and frosty, and the city is cool in the twilight.
The stirrups are green, the sword is blue, the two dragons are long.
The horn is as sharp as a whisper, and the stars are moving.
It is a pity for all the generals and soldiers, who have been guarding the Qiang in the snowy night.
Children and the narrative
Friends boating in Hengyang, encountered the wind, the boat on the verge of capsizing. The boat is just ten years old, trailing the boat into the harbor, the wind leads the boat back, even trailing the child servant, the child cries not release the cable, and then trailed into the harbor, the child two metacarpals see.
The wind was blowing from the north, and the waves were roaring, and the child was walking against the wind with the cable.
The people on the ship were in fear, and their lives were in the hands of their children.
The cable falls down and drags the child, the cable ties up the meat,
the child's meat is attached to the cable, the child's palm only sees the bone.
When I see the bones in my palm, I don't want to cry, I have white bones in my palm, but there are no white bones in the heart of the river.
Osmanthus flowers (Xiangshang wild smoke light)
Xiangshang wild smoke light, hibiscus fall evening sunshine.
Osmanthus blossoms in the fall, and cool dew at night.
The fragrance of the osmanthus is dispersed with the clouds, and the people return to the moonlight.
Who knows the intention of the small mountain, melancholy all over the river city!
Over the war bird mountain
Ice and jade are ashamed to be alone,
Ke'er bold and courageous Zhenxin Guan.
Sadly, there is still Huan Xuanwu left,
Snow snot re-experience the war bird mountain.
Heliang Yin
The desert is full of winds, looking around.
The sun is setting on the flat land, and the shadows are long.
It is a sad song of generosity.
With hair tied up, I traveled far and wide, and fought in all directions.
Heaven and earth will not be destroyed.
The dust of the car will destroy the faraway road, and the road will be far away, so I can forget it.
Jiangxing
The wild dogs barked at the bushes, and the deep forest knew there was a village.
The shore is deserted, the crowd is silent, and the moon is missing all night, and the smoke is dim.
Fishing fires follow the stars, and sails run along the waves.
The sound of the sculling boat breaks the dream, and it sways the roots of the river.
The sound of the horns
The river and the Han River are heaving at night, and the moon is high in the city of Yan.
The sound of the wind and the drums, the tears and the wine staining the robe.
Thinking of a woman's labor, long songs and short swords.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman with a strong heart, so I'm going to Lintao with my horse's head.
Chrysanthemum stone autumn shadow inkstone inscription
I think of my hometown, the west wind vibration ravine.
Flower air slightly awake, autumn heart zero fall.
Guo Suo Guo Suo, the sound of ink is like yesterday.
Lanzhou Zhuangyan Temple
Visiting the monk into the lonely temple, a path of pale moss deep.
Cold chime fall autumn flowers, dust broken paper chanting.
The light of the pool is clear at sunset, and the shade of the pine tree is under the garden.
It is not enough to say that the olden times were not enough, but the forest is full of elegance.
The peony hanging scroll of the Buddha's hand
The wonderful hand is empty of sense of age,
The sky wind blowing down the red city Xia.
It should not be recognized that there is an intention to come from the west,
and a smile is all that is needed to make the flower rich and noble.
Three Ducks
The windlass is sounding, the autumn wind is late, the cold sun is desolate under the autumn garden.
The windlass is sounding, the well water is cold, and the well rail is crowing at three o'clock.
The mandarin ducks are emaciated, and the two females and one male are resounding.
What is the longest sound of their wailing, flying into the silver pond.
The silver pond is shallow, the green belt is knotted.
The water in the pond is dry, and the belt is endless.
The sad souls cry out in the night, the moon is low, and they startle the crows at the top of the city to tear off their limbs.
The crows at the head of the city drink water from the mandarin duck lake.
We have seen the mandarin ducks in the lotus bottom come and go every day, but we have forgotten that Luo Shixi still has a husband.
They pecked at the male in anger, and the male went away to live there, but they came back in a hurry, and closed this secret chamber.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in a house with a husband, and I've never seen one.
It would be better to have one hill for all time, and to have 300 songs together.
The light of the house is silent, and I can see the tear stains on the ceiling.
The same cave is actually wishing for the same thing, and the spring breeze of the year will be the same as the soil flowers.
There is a feeling
that there is nothing in the world that can counteract the sorrows of spring,
and that it is time to cry to Canghao.
There are 40,000,000 people in tears,
Where at the end of the world is God's country2!
This poem was written in 1896, one year after the Sino-Japanese Sino-Japanese War, and one year after the signing of the Treaty of Shimonoseki, which ceded Taiwan to China.
Note:
1) offset: to offset, to resist. The first year after the Treaty of Shimonoseki was signed, Taiwan was ceded. Cang Hao: the sky.
② Shenzhou: China.
Like Zeng Poem (Willow flower always have any wrongdoing)
Willow flower always have any wrongdoing? I'm not sure if I've ever been in the same situation before.
Until the time when they were gathered together in the mud, they are still separated from each other in the water.
How can I endure this and end up in the past?
It is a great honor for me to be the first to be able to say that I am the first to be able to say that I am the first to be able to say that I am the only one to be able to do this.
The poem (The flow of death and life is not worth it)
The flow of death and life is not worth it, and the world is turning over suddenly.
We are happy to be relieved of our feelings, but we want to pursue the past.
Tong Hua Yuan has a white head, and the grass is red with geese' tears.
The golden ring of the next life is a snap of the fingers, and the knot is empty for the color and the sky.
Like the poem (live with the lotus flower to prove the four Zen)
Live with the lotus flower to prove the four Zen, the empty smile is Hengtian.
But the red rain of the Dharma occasionally produces color, and the black wind blows down to the sky.
The great one suffers from a body without a phase, and the small one breaks the path to dispel the sorrows.
This is the first time I've ever seen a person who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never been in the world for more than a year.
Something like a poem from the past
There is no reason for the past, and the eyes of the eyes are hazy.
Calvary under the lamp, who a sword, before the corpse mound dream three acacia.
Golden furs spewing blood and fighting with the sky, and cloud and bamboo singing mournfully on the ground.
Xu Jia unexpectedly heart repentance, may body into bone bone into ashes.
The title of the inscription of the remnants of the thunder qin
Breaking the sky with a bang and waving a big axe,
Dry broken ke broken skin and bones rot,
Even as a good material to meet the already bitter.
It's been a long time coming,
and it's been a long time coming,
and it's been a long time coming,
and it's a long time coming!
The river is still too big to be tied up,
and the mountain has entered the Tongguan Pass to solve the problem.
Wuchang Night Mooring
Autumn night is old, the cock crows in the sky, rain and frost.
The starry river is a thousand miles white, the drum horn is a city cold.
The new ship is in the stirrups, and the old battlefield is in the phosphorus.
The green mountains have not changed.
Wuxu into the capital of friends
Family and country two sorrows, people and the sky a charm.
It is only my heart that is alone, and I am looking at you for the next thousand years.
There are several dreams in the world, and there are ten thousand lotuses in the dust.
Later, the intention of the memorial, and the payment of this mountain and river.
The Evening Scene of Xiaoxiang
The wind is curling up from the piping sound,
The water of Xiaoxiang is green and the sky of Chu is green.
Pointing out the depths of the mountains,
Home is in the orchid smoke and bamboo rain.
What I'm thinking of is the smoke that separates us from the wilds.
The mood in the painting is the most poignant.
Suspended on a flat boat,
The cool moon filled the lake with autumn dreams.
The inscription on the wall in prison (looking at the door to stop thinking about Zhang Jian)
Looking at the door to stop thinking about Zhang Jian, enduring death for a short while to wait for Dugan.
I will laugh at the sky with my sword and leave my liver and guts behind.
Description:
Looking at the door and stopping to see someone's house, describing the anxious situation on the way to escape.
Zhang Jian, a native of Gaoping at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, was impeached by the eunuch Hou Lan and was forced to flee after being counter-falsely accused of gangsterism. People valued his reputation and character and took the risk of accepting him.
This sentence envisions that Kang and Liang, who were on the run, would surely be rescued by people.
The author here compares himself with Du Gen who endured death. Dugen: East Han An Di when the Langzhong, because of the request of the Empress Dowager Deng to return to the emperor, offended the Empress Dowager, was ordered to drop dead, because the executioner was merciful, the Empress Dowager Deng do not feel at ease, sent to check, the staff root to pretend to be dead up to three days, maggots in the eyes. The Empress Dowager believed that he was dead and stopped checking. Duggan finally fled to hide in a wine shop, Empress Dowager Deng died, resumed his official duties as a royal inspector.
The metaphor of the two Kunluns is that both those who go and those who stay are bright and bold, like the Kunlun Mountains. Stay: refers to oneself. Another way of saying it is that going refers to one's own bloodshed to wake up the world and go; staying refers to Kang Liang Youwei and others who stay in the world to fight by fleeing and other means. (There are also those who believe that stay refers to the big knife Wang Wu.)