(about 1030—— about 1 106) A poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. The word Shuyuan,No. Qiu, was born in Linchuan, Fuzhou (now Jiangxi). Yan Shu's youngest son. He used to be the supervisor of Xutian Town in Yingchang Prefecture and an official of Kaifeng Prefecture. Frustrated in his career, his family fell in his later years. Can write a good hand, just like his father, called "Er Yan". The style of ci is close to that of his father. His ci mostly describes the scenery of the four seasons and the love between men and women. Influenced by the colourful ci of the Five Dynasties, it is also the length of flowers. He is good at writing scenery and expressing emotion, with rich and delicate language and deep and sincere feelings, which has certain social significance. Compared with his father, he is better at romance, and his ci style is more gloomy and sad, which is deeply appreciated by later literati who like to sing good words. There is a poem of mountains. The following are related works.
Linjiangxian
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains are hung low. Last spring, hate came, the fallen flower became independent and the swift flew.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her heart was focused on Se.
Ruan Langgui
The golden palm frost on the horizon, the clouds grow with the geese. Green cup of tea by Chongyang, human feelings such as hometown.
Lanpeizi, chrysanthemum and yellow hair, diligent and crazy. If you want to turn intoxication into sadness, singing can't hurt your heart.
Ruan Langgui
As old as ever, people hate each other. There are several scripts running in a spring, and Qiu Lai's books are even rarer.
Phoenix cold, lonely pillow, worried about wine. Even if there is a dream soul, it will become empty, comparable to a dream.
Linjiangxian
Freshwater is fun for three years, leaving for a few nights is dangerous, and the red leaves dance and return at dawn.
Green wine respects the tears before, and the sound smells in the sun. Shaoling's poems are ancient and famous. At the meeting place in Yun Hong, this is a smoky city.
Linjiangxian
The first time I saw it was before mowing the grass steps, and I met it upstairs once. The skirt smells like jade, the eyebrows are green like flowers, and I blush.
Running water will follow spring, and clouds will always accompany you.
Linjiangxian
I am full of leisure outside, but my eyes are often full of joy. I should give you a poem next year. How long will it take me to meet you from tonight?
Who would like to invite shallow wine to persuade, but only you can understand the affection. East and west spring is a good destination, willow blowing the river is a shadow, and Meixie is a branch in the snow.
Linjiangxian
Charming fairy flowers explain the story, and light spring willows can sleep. Deep in the jade building, I dream back to the grass night and sing plum blossoms.
Immersed in water, the quilt is embroidered, and the golden boat touches the flowing clouds. Green, beautiful and red are just pitiful and must be like the moon.
Linjiangxian
Long love fades away, and when hibiscus blooms in autumn, it blushes and condenses into tears. Xia Xiang smoked cold cigarettes, and the clouds curled up.
Fog and rain remain the same, first frost is like old Fang Fei, who is drunk and fragrant with? Last year, the tourists flew like swallows.
Linjiangxian
Shallow than a cold spring, the snow disappears and the grass grows, and the smoke fan is on the old pond. The wind blows plum blossoms, and the rain is sunny and apricot blossoms are fragrant.
When the moon sets, I once dreamed of the Tang Dynasty. Where do you think you're going to think about it? Now this is not a dream, but a trip to Iraq.
Linjiangxian
Dongye died without a beautiful word. After Yu Jun left, he made some friends, and it is easy to think of the past. Wang Jian, who sent the white-haired man to the black-haired man, still saw the poet.
Learn the Tao and live in the mountains, leaving a name for thousands of years, and there are not many banquets and songs.
A butterfly in love with flowers
The wind is cold, pink and fragrant. New wine adds residual wine, and this spring will not reduce the previous spring resentment.
The butterfly warbler flies everywhere, and the tall building across the water looks at the Pisces letter. The waves in the troubled layer are one inch wide, and the sunset is only near dusk.
A butterfly in love with flowers
I dreamed of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling all over the south of the Yangtze River, and not meeting people who left you.
I tried to make this love letter as simple as possible, but in the end there was no evidence. However, I broke Qin Zhenglie by relying on slow-string songs.
A butterfly in love with flowers
I was drunk in the west building and I can't remember when I woke up. It's easy to get together and break up. The half-moon window is still sleepy, and the screen is idle.
The wine stains on clothes and the words in poems always make people sad. Red candles feel sorry for themselves, and cry for others on cold nights.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Hà Thu, smiling, has a green pool, a beautiful face and a green waist. I used to know Ling Bo women, taking photos and making up, so I don't think Xifeng is a prosperous master.
I hate the disharmony of weather. Just the setting sun and the sound of rain at dusk.
A butterfly in love with flowers
The yard is covered with moss and red leaves. When Jin Ju opened, it was near the Double Ninth Festival. Lotus leaves wither day by day, and the pink pond is as clear as smoke.
Try to lean against the cool breeze to sober up the noodles. When the word "goose" came, I just met you on the floor. When the frost clouds turn, the reed flute blows autumn resentment.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Green grass pond in late spring, delicate branches and leaves, light makeup. Shuang Yan has come, but it is still far away. The beaded embroidery households are full of flowers.
Green column frequency shift string is easy to break. Observing Qin Zheng carefully, it seems that human feelings are short-lived.
A butterfly in love with flowers
The magpie bridge is in a hurry, and it's getting late, begging for the first cool night. Ingenious double moth painting, jade hook hanging diagonally next to the southwest.
The cymbals are broken under the cool leaves, and the sleeves are on the shoulders. Who still remembers that sentence? The way across the galaxy can still be borrowed. In what year should we hate each other?
A butterfly in love with flowers
Jasper towers live near the water. When the apricot blossoms, the flower bottoms once met. At dusk in spring, Xiaoying went to the clouds.
The water in the distance came from the road downstairs. After all the waves, I didn't get the elements in the fish. The moon is bright and the wind is clear, and the dream soul grows in the crotch.
Quail day
Keep the lotus open, go hand in hand, and meet to sail in the blue boat. When you come to Pukou, there are many tall buildings along the river.
Flowers bloom silently, running water flows in vain, and flowers compete every year.
Quail day
Colorful sleeves held the jade clock diligently, but they were drunk in those years.
After parting, I remember meeting you and dreaming of being with you several times. I'm afraid meeting you is a dream.
Quail day
Drunk spring shirts cherish the old fragrance, and the day will stay annoying.
Clouds are boundless, water is boundless, and the pedestrian road is long.
Quail day
Your little father has seen Yu Di before, and the silver lamp is too enchanting. Who can hate getting drunk in a song? After the singing, the wine still lingered.
Spring is quiet, night is far away, sky is blue and palace is far away. The dream soul is used to unrestrained inspection, and it tramples on Xie Qiao.
Quail day
Shili terraces lean against the green, and cuckoos crow in the depths of a hundred flowers. Diligent talking to pedestrians is not like the second flight of warblers.
The voice is not as good as returning to China when it is clear. Is there no turning back at the end of the world? It is impossible to wait until the day of reunification.
Guigutian
Flowers fly in the clouds and cuckoos crow. At the end of the year and the beginning of the year, things are different, and I don't know who the moon is worried about.
The rain is good, the breeze is faint, and the people leaning against the building want to get their clothes wet. So the garden faded three times, and Manqian did not return to the world.
Quail day
Magpie was misinformed that day and is still a heartbroken fairy.
It doesn't take years or much time to have fun all night. You know there is no long-term plan for this meeting, and the toad is not in sight.
Quail day
I remember that Xiaolian was holding a fragrant note in her hand, and I wanted to pass on my resentment. When I go back to sleep alone at night, I will meet you in my dream.
Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is hard to be round, so flowers and the moon should be like fate.
Shengchazi
Jin 'an is a beautiful boy. He rides a green horse. He and Lou Yuren formed an indissoluble bond, embroidering on a chilly night in spring.
The news didn't come back, but pear flower died. There is no place to talk about lovesickness, but under the swing on my back.
Shengchazi
The mountain is long, the fish and geese are quiet, and the temple is pitiful, just for old love.
Go back to the dream screen and talk about human nature. It's hard to leave, but it's not like meeting.
Shengchazi
The rain has bid farewell to the clouds, and the running water is hard to return to Pu.
I can't sing with tears in my eyes, but I will try my best to express my sadness. I hope to meet you. Do you know that we will meet?
Shengchazi
I hate wading across the river for a long time and moving to live near the stream head. I wandered around Mulan boat and strayed into Shuangyuanpu.
Clouds are frivolous for no reason, and it is rain when it gets dark. Cui sleeve is too cold to speak to Lotus.
Shengchazi
When an official is idle for a few days, the world will be full. Your face is not red, and my sideburns are not green.
Liu Hua is full of fragrance, and the golden thread is affectionate. Try your best to enjoy it, and don't sigh that time is pressing.
Shengchazi
Where does spring come from? Ask the stream. The willows on the river bank are yellow, and the wheat on the long side is green and wet.
Affectionate and beautiful teenagers are only a handful of flowers. Who sent sister Ling Tou to report the letter from Jiangnan?
Nanxiangzi
With the green tide in the water, Cynthia Xiaodu Bridge is on the water. On the bridge, my daughter leaned against the wicker and smiled charming.
Moonlit flowers, word minus Yu Di press. Liu layman looked back, far away, as if farther than Yinhe Road.
Nanxiangzi
The crescent moon is like an eyebrow, and the flute teaches the moon to blow.
I want to dream of a good time, but I don't know the way to Guanshan in my dream. But it should be too late to wait for a short book to break the grievances, or for me to have a cool jade pillow.
Nanxiangzi
Painting ducks is lazy and fragrant, and embroidery still shows old mandarin ducks.
Jathyapple waves are cool, and dreams come to Doris with the bright moon. Sleeping people are unforgettable, even heartless and heartbroken.
Subtract Mulan
Changyang Road, full of green. Try to catch up with the spring breeze and return to the palace flowers and trees.
Wheatgrass is running around, and today is not as healthy as the day before. Drinking is bleak, and new hatred adds old hatred.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
If you can't stay, get drunk and go to Lanzhou. You will cross Bi Tao Chunchun Road and pass the place where Xiaoying cries.
The ferry is green and the branches and leaves are merciful. Since then, the brocade book has been suspended and the painting building is unfounded.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Hui's heart can complain, but it also turns with it. See you on the east side of the Danxing wall that day, and the green window of the tryst is full of questions.
The past is clear in the eyes, and the poor dream is hard to rely on. It's all bad luck for the old days, but heartless today.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
The string is freehand, and the meaning is dense. The book is full of infinite things, and I still hate it.
Lying listening to the rain-discharging phoenix tree, the rain is light and the moon is hazy. Where is the soul of a night's dream? Then go back to Yangyelou.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Ripples are blue and wrinkled, and after the winding water is clear, plum fragrance is sparse in the sleeves, and spring red is still hidden.
After returning to eastern Mozi, Chai Jin changed a bottle of wine to ease her worries. Willow shadows are deep and narrow, and flowers are small.
Philip Burkart people.
Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Where the clouds go, no letter will return to the flood. Where can I send books?
Tears are endless, so I spin ink on the inkstone. I gradually wrote goodbye, and the red note was colorless in the depths of this feeling.
Endless desire
Sauvignon Blanc. If you ask acacia, unless you meet each other.
Sauvignon Blanc. Shallow lovers don't know who they want to be.
lily magnolia
Swing the courtyard to curtain the dusk, crayons are idle embroidery households. The wall is full of flowers, and the outside is green and sunny.
If you know where the clouds are, spring dreams will help you. Zi Ai knew the old road and hissed across the road on the east side of Huaqiao.
lily magnolia
At first, I hated flowering late, and acacia grew in my eyes.
If you don't trust people, you will be warm after a few cold nights. Want to have sex in the afterlife, afraid that the afterlife will be short.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
A song of mourning Zheng played the melody of Xiangjiang River, and his voice was full of green.
When the banquet is slow, jade pillars fly everywhere. Spring mountain eyebrows are low when it hits the heartbroken heart.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
If you want to meet, you must miss it. If you are shallow, you will believe it. If you are afraid of it, you won't know.
I remember working hand in hand and walking in front of the window at the full moon. When the moon came, I was awake, waiting for Iraq.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
When I came to Yangliuqiao Road, there was a dark phase in the song. The bright moon is a good karma, but it is not round yet.
But look for grass and draw a fan to shelter from the rain. Catkins are heartless, and idle flowers should laugh at people.
Bimudan
The green sleeves are sparse, and the cool leaves urge the swallow. The west wind hurts several times, and Gao Huaiyuan stays overnight. Fine chrysanthemum branches are tender and fragrant, and the moon marks are still in the courtyard.
What is the limit? I'm looking forward to the autumn night. I will change my hair style when I am away from you, and I will quietly recall my journey to the end of the world. It's shorter than this. Try to date. Have a good time. Nanyun should have a new goose.
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
Dongfeng made a ruthless plan, and bright pink blew all over the floor. The shade of the blue building can't cover the sadness, but it's still like last year.
Who knows Guan Chun's fault? It crawled everywhere with tears. At this time, the golden lantern must be very deep, and you can't get drunk until you see all the fallen flowers.
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
At that time, the channel was ruthless, and Taoye respected the night before. I learned how to make up my face in a blushing mood, and my eyebrows are like the moon.
I was drunk under the flag pavilion when I came, and I know who helped me get on the horse. I remember picking up all five lamps, but I don't remember how many words are left.
Ruan Langgui
Old incense and powder are the same as before, and people hate each other more. There are still several running books in a spring, but Qiu Lai's books are even rarer.
I'm cold, I'm lonely, and I'm worried about wine. Even if you have a dream, it will become empty, comparable to no dream.
Ruan Langgui
The golden palm frost on the horizon, the clouds grow with the geese.
Lanpeizi, wearing a yellow chrysanthemum hairpin, is a hard-working and crazy old man. If you want to turn intoxication into sadness, you must sing a song that does not break your heart.
Ruan Langgui
Powder marks are printed with jade tips and fibers, and they are red in the evening.
In spring in Ran Ran, the platform is facing the shutters. Personal whip shadow cold toad, the brim of the front of the building.
Ruan Langgui
When I come, I will make a screen window in the red sun, and I will be hospitalized in the spring sleep, and the fragrant screen will cover the moon.
Jade feather, beauty makeup, poor green letter. Yusheng still loves peach blossoms, but he is not homesick tonight.
Huanxisha
The Qiting wine near my home is delicious, and I get drunk after a long time.
Outdoor green spring is a horse, and the red candle in front of the bed calls Lu at night, and it will be relieved when you meet.
Huanxisha
Drunk in the afternoon, the west bridge didn't wake up late, and the rain flower was unbearable. You should reduce your temples when you go back.
Clothes turn to guest dust today's ancient road, Liu Hanchun short pavilion, Feng Lou competing to see the roadside situation.
Six orders
The greenery is exhausted in spring, and birds surround the fragrant pavilion. Come to Cuimei Palace late, and learn from distant mountains skillfully. I haven't said anything crazy yet, but I already feel sideways.
The curtain is covered, and the new twist is wonderful, which secretly makes idle people take a thief [exclusive].
The previous book has a lot of argots, which are shallow in meaning and difficult to answer. There were palindromes in the poem last night, and the rhyme was still unfinished. Remember to stay when the song is over.
Don't use red wax, after the idle clouds return, the moon will spend the old flowers in the court.
Six orders
Snow stays in the wind, and spring news is melodious. The horizon is leaning against the building, and the flowers are bright. There are still few geese in the south, and the inscription is unprovoked.
Baochai's mat, in the colorful strings, spelled out the title before returning home.
At the thought of thinning plums, the end of the month is fragrant and white. If you don't leave, you will go around Qianxi and pick branches. Don't say that you are hurt and hated in the distance, just give it to the bagpipes.
Very sad and lonely, spent in the past time, more affectionate personal memories.
Sorrow order
With Jiangge, you can watch the smoke hate spring, and you can smell the flute and cry and drink the east wind.
When the grass is green and the flowers are red, stay away from the water outside the sunset. It is as muddy as a lotus pillow, in the picture.
Yujiexing
Street south, trees full of spring, snow Man Chun Road.
The north building is idle, with sparse curtains and high volume, and you can see the trees in the south of the street.
The railing was untidy and it rained several times. In late spring, the horse steps on moss and lives beside the shade.
The fallen flowers are still there, the fragrance screen is empty, and people don't know where.
Langtaosha
Little green and long red, with exposed cigarette bushes, flowers bloom and fall as before. But if you hate it, the past is like smoke.
The mountains are far away and the water is heavy, so it is hard to meet a smile. We've been apart for a long time. Frost nunnery knows that he has left since then, and there are still a few spring breeze.
Complain about one's feelings
Because of the grass, remember the skirt and the green waist.
The wind has rhyme, the moon has no trace, and the soul disappears darkness. I plan to write out the residual flowers and send them to the clouds.
Sword and song
Liu Xia Sheng Ge Yuan, floret swings, and remembers the day of the Spring Building. Write to the red window in front of jathyapple. Who should send Nellie?
Crimson wax is idle with tears, and Wu silkworm is lingering. How much hate can Qingan provide? This year is older than last year.
Dianjiangchun
When the letter comes, I hate that no one is like a flower. I became thinner in spring and broke the willow tree in front of my door.
Heaven is affectionate and doesn't last long. After parting, tears and wine occupied the sleeves.
Dianjiangchun
When the makeup seats meet, red tears and songs are evenly mixed.
Long Ai He Xiang, Liuse Yinqiao Road. Stay, light smoke and light rain, what an amphibious place.
Liangzhou order
Do not sing Yangguan songs, tears wet the golden thread of the years. Keeping songs has been the most destructive since ancient times, and listening to songs is even more destructive.
The willow in the south building is affectionate, not a pedestrian. However, human feelings are like flying catkins, which go away with the spring breeze.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Knocking on Suidi Road, laughing at Zhuhu Lake, Suyun falling on the moon, duck head spring water, Mulan boat outside the door.
It is customary to play with flowers and pick up flowers, and it is a pity to meet each other late.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Flying flowers have their own feelings and do not fall on branches. It's worrying to drift with the wind, accompanied by flowing water, and meet Qin Lou.
In the building, Cui Dai is full of resentment against spring and weak.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
The sky is like water, I remembered it last night. At first, I compared the bright moon to a ceremony. When it reaches the full moon, I hope people will return.
Luo Yi's clothes are fragrant before they are worn out, and old-fashioned people will reform their education.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Yu Di has been blowing fireworks all over the road, and Xiao Xie has been there for many years. It's also annoying to teach anyone to draw distant eyebrows.
Time goes by, every year is good, and autumn sounds are early on the leaves. The poor butterfly flies easily, only Xingliang Shuangyan comes back every time.
Pick mulberry seeds
After the swing was over, the moon was hazy and the courtyard was full of people. There are several carved apertures, and the wind blows apricot powder all night.
Zhaoyang Temple, the spring clothes have been put on, and the golden thread has begun to dry. Don't believe in cold, try to dance in front of flowers tomorrow.
Pick mulberry seeds
In Huaiyue, poetry is accompanied by wine. Return to the boat tomorrow, drunk in the lotus for autumn.
Wen Xi bid farewell to a pair of round fans and wrote a silver hook himself. He put down his sorrow and walked out of the painting building with the breeze.
Pick mulberry seeds
The sun is high in the yard, and the spring breeze has nothing to do. Last night, I hurried into the green mountains.
The golden basin is clean with water cooling, and its face is red. I accidentally washed it and cried on the string that night.
Pick mulberry seeds
Qiu Lai is ecstatic, and fine print is still rare. How can you look at it while sitting and thinking like you used to?
The handle of the south building rests on the shoulder, and you should know the wind and moon. Unless you don't, you can always see Iraq in your dreams.
Pick mulberry seeds
Who sent a trace of sadness from their brow? Books and foils are hanging idle, and most of them have to sleep late tonight.
The night marks the moon between the windows, and I have missed my heart. It is time to remember the moon by the window.
Pick mulberry seeds
See you when you don't see the fog. Spring is full. Smile and frown, and hate looking through the curtains.
Ask where home is, not in the world of mortals. If you are facing the clouds, you might as well be a dreamer tonight.
Pick mulberry seeds
I haven't remembered the West Building for a long time, and my lapels are covered with knots.
When do you have a good life? Speak your mind. If you ask now, it seems very meaningful at that time.
Philip Burkart people.
Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Clouds and fog disperse, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books?
Tears welled up, and I splashed ink on the inkstone. I gradually wrote goodbye, and the red note was colorless in the depths of this feeling.
Leave the spring order
Draw a picture of the sky and dream back to the agreement. Ten continents are flowing, and red stationery is in hand to give people books and write infinite things that hurt spring.
Biepu high-rise building once leaned thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.