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Duan Anjie: A native of Linzi, Qizhou, Tang Dynasty. Into a formula. He has been fond of music since he was a child, can sing, and has a good knowledge of music. He is the author of "Yuefu Miscellaneous Records", which records music clubs, musical instruments, programs, actors, etc. after Kaiyuan.
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Duan Chengshi (approximately 803-863)
Literature writer of the Tang Dynasty Ke Gu, a native of Linzi. He is the grandson of Duan Zhixuan, the founding hero of the Tang Dynasty. In the third year of Huichang (843), he became the Secretary of the Provincial School. He studied the books of the Secret Pavilion intensively and moved to the position of Minister of Secretariat and the governor of Jizhou. He returned to Beijing in the seventh year of Dazhong (853) and served as Taichang Shaoqing. In the early years of Xiantong, he became the governor of Jiangzhou. After he was dismissed, he lived in Xiangyang, where he sang with Wen Feiqing, Yu Zhigu, Wei Chan, Zhou Yao and others. He died in June of the fourth year of Xiantong (863). He is well-read and has a strong memory, and is good at poetry and prose. He is as famous as Li Shangyin and Wen Tingyun in the literary world. Because all three of them ranked sixteen, their poems were called "Thirty-sixth Style" at that time. He wrote many works in his life, including 20 volumes of "Youyang Zazu", 10 volumes of "Xu Zazu", 20 volumes of "Luling Official Chronicles", 3 volumes of "Han Shang Ti Jin Ji", 1 volume of "Jiu Yi", There are 2 volumes of "Jinli News", 1 volume of "Broken Records", and 1 volume of "Nuo Zhi Ji". His "Youyang Zazu" is a famous work in the notes of the Tang Dynasty, and was praised by later generations as "the leader of novels". More than 30 of his poems are included in "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty" and "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty"; 11 of his articles are included in "The Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty". The Qing Dynasty compiled "Duan Cheng Shi Ji".
His father Duan Wenchang was the prime minister during the reign of Emperor Mu Zong of the Tang Dynasty (812-824) and authored one volume of "The Food Classic". His son Duan Anjie was a musician in the Tang Dynasty and an official in the official dynasty. He wrote one volume each of "Yuefu Miscellaneous Records" and "Pipa Stories". Anjie Xiaodu Highway also entered the literary world and authored three volumes of "Beihu Miscellaneous Records".
Part of Duan Chengshi’s poems
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If you don’t go to Guangfeng Pavilion for a night drink, Zhou Yao opens his screen and bends his knees to see Wu Wa. flower. A girl does not have to worry about being difficult to manage, and she has yellow teeth in her new head. Seven Poems of Mocking Fei Qing I once saw a man in Danglong, who was dressed and girded. The young girl is full of thoughts and only writes the truth in poems. The drunken tassel invades the fish roe valerian, and the floating tassel grows like a phoenix hairpin. I know that you want to make a leisurely gift, so you should be willing to use your body as a brocade shoe. Emerald butterflies nestle close to the golden fork heads, green insects rest dangerously on the jade hairpin beams. If you are worried, you won't have a dimple on your forehead, just for the sake of passion. Willow smoke, plum blossoms and snow hide in the brothel, and the orioles are still chattering in the dying day. Seeing that he can cut his belly, I don't know who is wearing a bow. The worry machine is lazily weaving concentric radishes, and the boring embroidery first traces the connected branches. In many romantic words and phrases, I chant early poems in the air of sorrow. Yanzhi Mountain is more beautiful than energy, and Nanyang Shuizhuang is clear. Don't worry about shooting the pheasant first, and you will have the majestic sound of the phoenix in the piano. Half a year old, I am worried that the mirror looks like a lotus, but I have to wear the ring to lift my temples. You no longer need to be thirsty with a vase before the flowers bloom, but at the end of the month you should still be pondering the song of thorns. Mocking Yuan Zhongcheng, Meng Guang was selected in front of the flowers in Yingli, and the drunkard in Dongshan was drunk for the first time. After all, Su'e was hard to guard against, and the river cart was so burned that she didn't want to eat it. The people on the wheel are not surprised when the tiger comes ahead, but the setting sun chooses lice and is lazy to welcome them. The water and stone in Donglin are not as good as this, so you have to pretend to be famous from far away. The sentence is about respecting the wind, but the ancient appearance is timid and icy. The plague of lice prevents me from returning to my dreams, and the noise of insects makes me wake up at dawn. In the dream, I think of nectar, and in words, I cherish the lamp. The new meaning of Pi Tan is broken, and the theory of divination and divination is discussed. Following the woodcutter, the ape was hidden, and the stone looked at the bear. The Hu clouds have fallen, and the moon marks on the swollen face have disappeared. Fairy ducks rise when they throw their shoes, and butterflies flutter when they pull off their clothes. There is a hint of anger in the shame, and there is a hint of coquettishness in the frown. After waking up, I still stretched my arms, and when I returned, I even bent my waist. The crazy man has his own tassel, and his eyebrows are beautiful. I don't want the stone man to wear a hat, but I don't want the jade girl to wear the clothes. .Watch chess, play chess leisurely, pour a pot of catalpa, and put a few yellow goats on it. When he visited Emperor Tongchixiao, he bet that the prefect of Xuancheng was not there. Guanshan lantern dedicated to Xu Shangshu. The shadows in the wind are messy and the dew is light and scattered. Like clouds scattering fairy palms, it seems as if Emei is burning. The Taoist trees bloom with thousands of flowers, and the hibiscus trees move in nine days. Because the mountain has become a mass of images, there is no need to borrow a giant snake. Many treasures emerged from the pagoda, and flying tin monks came and went. In March and May, hundreds of thousands of lamps shine. The tame beast moved the high pillar, and the Qingyun covered half of it. Deep in the cold night, the flames are white, as if they were embellished with gold ropes. The bright and clear wind is beginning to settle, and the light and bright clouds are suddenly blocked. The moonlight shakes in the sparse places, and the stars are scattered in the dense places. The fire branches are Kermit, and the scales of the candle dragon are spread out. Those who are poor and worried about reading deserve to have a false afterglow. Two Han Palace Poems: When Song and Dance first received favor, the Sixth Palace learned how to draw eyebrows from concubines. The king is tired of the world and his concubine's hair is white, but she sheds tears when she hears the singing. If two people can sing and gain fame, they will be honored if they are chosen by others.
Little did he know that the concubine was so jealous that she would not allow you to sing in front of you. The glory of the river flows from the Tao Tang Dynasty, and my king should be prosperous. Thousands of years of pure and virtuous water, ninety percent off the glory. There is a good atmosphere on the extreme shore, and the microwave shines on the setting sun. The clear glow illuminates the Bei Que, and the colors scatter into the Dragon Hall. The clouds are purple nearby, and the sky is yellow in the distance. Feng Yi was as handsome as the sea, and Wu of the Han Dynasty announced his house. The shadow of the solitary tree gradually disappeared, but it still appeared as a reed sail. When you caress and bow, the sorrow is not relieved, but when you sing the praises, you are happy and happy. He and Xu Shang congratulated Lu Yuan for the gift of Fei. The orioles hanging in Yunyuxuan had new words, and a good poem accounted for the spring. The silver-yellow young man prefers to drink, the golden-purple romantic man refuses to let others. The sun is full in the middle of the jade pedestal, and flowers are falling frequently in the song of pearls. Mo Ci chanted backwards and returned, looking forward to the east mountain and vomiting wormwood. And Zhang Xifu chants the monk's cassock of Xuanlu. In the cold night of Nanshan, one corner is motionless and facing the mist wind. Who is ashamed to see this life? I should still protect the dragon. When he met Zhou Yao, he was just as happy as a fish, and his skills were timid between the hooves of a horse. Wang Xiechu flew to cover, and Ji Jiangjin came down the mountain. You can only compete by tying chickens, but how can you show off your beauty by shooting pheasants? The chaotic green color changes the forest color, and the wild red shines on the seat of Yin. Although the anti-cartilage teeth are there, I am ashamed of my hat and temples. Your appearance is as thin as yours, and you should be able to ride back when you are tired. Even if he sends few gifts and orders, he is still strong enough to do it, but many doctors and many doctors cannot help him. The nine-stem fairy grass is really rare, and the five-leaf spiritual root Xu Huiwu. Send Wen Feiqing's note paper Thirty-six scales are enough to serve, but I still feel lovesickness after several times. After I copied the robe and coat again, I wrote all the Xiangyang Bo Yi Ci. The virgin in the crying room went to the Yellow Altar alone to make several alliances, and Yin Kailong and Wo Xidan were completed. How could it be that we have nothing to do with my uncle in the night, and we have nothing to do with the human world to maintain our health. Crying Li Qunyu once talked about the Huangling incident, but now it’s daylight. When an old man is tired without children, who can cry to the fountain? Crying about Li Qunyu. Thirty years of poetry and wine have been filled with chaos and chaos in the world. I won't let you die in the future, and I will return to Jiuquan with all my arrogance. Viewing peonies at Master Niu Zun's house. The fairy spring days are longer in the cave, and the green bushes are covered with purple clouds and fragrant wind. If I were a guest of Xiao Shitong's family, I would be willing to carry the pot into Zuixiang. The cowardly wine is given to Zhou Yao. The big white things are flying wildly, and the new cud stone is frozen and mixed with the fragrance of plum blossoms. Irony is often avoided in poems, especially when calling Suo Lang in front of flowers. Rouqing's Jieji play presents Feiqing's three poems. The long-loaded calf carriage has just entered the gate, and the gold teeth are newly filled with deep bottles. My husband is soaked in papaya powder to cover up his red cheeks