1. 1125-1153 Before he was twenty-nine years old, he was studying poetry. [Xuanhe seventh year (Huizong 1125), Jingkang (Qinzong 1126-1127), Jianyan (Gaozong 1127-1130), Shaoxing (Gaozong 1131-1153)] Song Xiaozong's eighth year of Qiandao (1172) forty-eight age.

1. 1125-1153 Before he was twenty-nine years old, he studied poetry for reading. 【Xuanhe Seventh Year (Huizong 1125), Jingkang (Qinzong 1126-1127), Jianyan (Gaozong 1127-1130), Shaoxing (Gaozong 1131-1153)】

Song Xiaozong Qiandao Eight Year (1172) forty-eight years old.

was about to leave Kuizhou and was impoverished and could not return. He wrote to Yu Yunwen that he had "30 sons and 20 daughters, but I dare not say anything about marriage" and asked for transfer.

At that time, Wang Yan announced to Fuchuan and Shaanxi and garrisoned in Nanzheng. He summoned Lu You to handle the affairs. Lu You was very happy to get the letter and went to Nanzheng alone. He was in Nanzheng with more than ten people including Zhang Jichang, Yan Cangshu, Fan Xishu, Gao Zichang and so on. Served in the Zheng Shogunate. Wang Yan entrusted Lu You to draw up a strategic plan to expel the Jin people and regain the Central Plains. Lu You wrote "Pingrong Policy" and proposed that "to regain the Central Plains, we must first capture Chang'an, and to capture Chang'an, we must first capture Longyou; accumulate food, train soldiers, and have strength." Just attack, if you don’t have the strength, just defend.”

In October, the imperial court rejected the "Pingrong Policy" of the Northern Expedition plan, transferred Wang Yan back to Beijing, and the shogunate was dissolved. Lu You was appointed as the counselor of the Chengdu Fulu Department of Appeasement. His official position was idle, so he rode a donkey into Sichuan and was quite unsuccessful. The military life in Dasanguan was the only military practice in Lu You's life that he personally participated in the anti-golden front line. Although this period of life was only eight months, it left him with an unforgettable memory. Lu You wrote a lot in the future. Poems commemorate this period, such as "Xie Chichun":

joined the army in his prime, and once swallowed the remaining captives in anger. The clouds are high and the wolf beacon is raised at night. With a red face and green temples, he supports the carvings and garrison in the west. Laughing at the Confucian crown will make many mistakes. The dream of fame and fame is over, but it is like a boat in Wu Chu. A sad song and a sad tribute to the past. The mist is endless, and I can't see where the Qin Pass is. Sigh that the passing years have become wasted.

and "Wandering in the Palace at Night: A Dream Sent to Master Bohun" (approximately written when he was in Chengdu after returning from Dashan Pass, the specific year of writing is unknown):

Snow dawns and Qingjia chaos arises. Sleepwalking somewhere, somewhere unknown. The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water. Xiangguan River, west of Yanmen, on the edge of Qinghai. Sleep in the cold light. The sound leakage is cut off and the window paper is tilted. Since then, he has been granted the title of Marquis in Wanli. Who knows, although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.

I wrote " Traveling to the South of the Mountain " in the late spring of this year:

I have been traveling to the south of the mountain for three days, and the road is like a rope leading from east to west. The fertile fields of Pingchuan are endless, and the wheat fields are green and mulberry trees are lush. The land is close to the Qin Dynasty, and the customs are rich. The swings and cuju are used to divide the friends; the clover is in the clouds, the horses' hooves are strong, and the willows line the road with loud sounds of cars. Ancient times have witnessed the rise and fall of places, and the mountains and rivers are still the same; the cold clouds are low above the General's Altar, and the spring sun is setting in front of the Prime Minister's Shrine. The country lost the Central Plains in the fourth century, and the troops left the Jianghuai River and could not easily swallow it; they saw that the golden drum followed the world, but used Guanzhong as the foundation.

's October work " Returns to Hanzhong Territory ":

Reading the moon on the cloud stack and Pingshan Mountain, the horse's hooves are happy to tread Liangzhou for the first time. The Yongchuan River in the Qin Dynasty is connected to the original strong land, and the Jing Yang River flows under the water day and night. The remaining captives are cowardly, but Ning Yuanlue is far away, and the lonely minister is stubborn and worried about his own affairs. I'm afraid that the good times will make him hate the new year, and it will be another autumn at the break.

Riding a donkey into Sichuan in winter, there is a poem "Encountering light rain on the Jianmen Road":

There are dust and wine stains on the clothes, and the soul is gone everywhere during the long journey. Is this fit the poet? Xiao Yu rides a donkey into Jianmen.

I was feeling emotional when passing by Jiameng Station in the southwest of Guangyuan, Sichuan. There is a poem "Resentments of Qing Dynasty Shang Jiameng Station":

Jiangtou drank heavily at dusk. The snow is clear but still cold. The mountain post is desolate, and people sleep alone in the dim light. The mandarin duck machine sends a new piece of broken brocade. Sighing about the past, unable to dwell on it. The dream broke through the south tower, and the green clouds piled up as a pillow.

Song Xiaozong was forty-nine years old in the ninth year of Qiandao (1173).

was transferred from the counselor to the general magistrate of Shuzhou; in May, upon the recommendation of Sichuan Xuanfu envoy Yu Yunwen, Lu You was transferred to the general magistrate of Jiazhou.

At a stop on the way back to Chengdu from Shuzhou, there is a "Drunk Work on March 17th":

The year before last, I was in the East Sea, and the white waves were like mountains, showing my majesty. Last year, in the autumn of Nanshan Mountain, I returned home in a hurry at night, and my fur was covered with snow. This year's devastation is the most ridiculous, and I look ashamed at myself with my gray hair and gray face. Who knew that one could go crazy after drinking, taking off his hat and shouting at others. Ni Hu has not been extinguished and his heart has not calmed down. The lone sword on the bedside has a clanging sound. The dream of breaking the post is about to die when the light is turned back on, and the window is opened in the middle of the storm.

In autumn, there is " Feelings of Feelings in Drunkness ":

The early king remembered his name, but now he is haggard and visiting the border town. The green shirt still has the old phoenix, and the white hair is new from the sword. The ancient garrison flags are dim in autumn, and the battles in Gaocheng are clear at night. Before my ambition is completely exhausted, I listen to the sound of the sandalwood tank being blocked while I am drunk.

When he took office in Jiazhou, there was "Hu No Man":

his beard was like a hedgehog's hair, and his face was like a purple stone prism. My husband has traveled thousands of miles, and he is ready to take advantage of the storm. Chasing the moon in the open air in Qinghai, seizing the city at night and treading on the ice of the Yellow River . The rain rustles in the moraine under the iron clothes, and the thunder blows on the drums. In the middle of the night, the poor prisoners sent down the money, and at dawn, the armor was piled up like hills. China first met the sweat-blooded horse, and Dongyi once again paid tribute to the frost-haired eagle. The crowd is overcast, the sun is rising, and there is no one around. Song Zhongxing. The husband reported to the Lord that he had such a smile, his head was white, his head was white, and the window lights were on.

and " Gold Staggered Knife Travel ":

Gold Staggered Knife White Jade Dress, shining through the window at night. The husband has not yet accomplished his fifty years of service, so he picks up the sword and takes care of Bahuang alone. Jinghua makes friends with all kinds of wonderful people, and they live and die together in harmony with each other. His shamelessness is unknown in the annals of history for thousands of years, and he repays the emperor with a heart of loyalty. When you came to join the army, you were in Hanbin, and Nanshan was covered with snow and jade. Alas! Although the three households of Chu were able to destroy Qin, how could China be empty and deserted?

There is a poem in that year "Han Gong Chun. I came to Chengdu from Nanzheng to write ":

Feather arrows and carved bows recall the ancient fortress of the eagle and cut off the tiger to level the river. Playing the bamboo slipper, I return to my tent in the wild at dusk, with snow pressing on the green felt. Drenched with ink, watching dragons and snakes flying down the wild paper. People mistakenly promise, poetry will be sketched, and the talent will be transcendent for a while. Why are you coming south again to see the Double Ninth Festival Medicine Market and Lantern Festival Lantern Mountain? When flowers are spent, thousands of people are enjoying themselves, with their hats hanging down and their whips hanging down. Listening to the song makes me feel old, and I still shed tears every now and then. The king remembers the matter and the title of marquis is there. You can't believe in your fame.

Song Xiaozong Chunxi was fifty years old in the first year of his reign (1174).

In February, Yu Yunwen died of illness, and Lu You was transferred back to Shuzhou to pass judgment. During his second term in Shuzhou, Lu You conducted an in-depth investigation of the local customs and customs, and successively visited Cuiwei Courtyard, Baita Courtyard, Daming Temple and other local attractions, and came up with the idea of ​​"finally ending here".

In March, participated in political affairs Zheng Wen served as the Xuanfu envoy of Sichuan as a bachelor of Zizhengdian Palace. Lu You boldly submitted a letter proposing to launch the Northern Expedition to regain the lost territory, but it was not adopted.

In May, Lu You presided over the state examination. Yang Jian won the first place and was qualified to participate in the autumn examination. Lu You wrote poems to encourage him.

In August, Lu You held a military parade in Shuzhou and wrote "The Grand Parade of Shuzhou", criticizing the Southern Song Dynasty for not raising troops and living in peace.

In October, Lu You was sent to Rongzhou to act as an agent for state affairs.

When the governor of Shuzhou was ordered to take charge of the state, it was written " Banquet in the West Tower ":

The ruins of the West Tower are still majestic, and the beautiful shengxiao is in the air. Thousands of miles have followed the rules and become a long-term guest, and the autumn wind is easy to come every year. The low candlelight reflects the beauty of the pearls, and the wine haze slowly adds to the rosiness of the jade cheeks. It's even more lovely to welcome the cool weather on the way back, Maha Pond The moon is just in the middle.

After he left Shuzhou and was appointed as the general magistrate, there was "Wood in Wuzhong on an Autumn Night":

I lit up the lamp on an autumn night to read the Songs of Chu, and I did not deceive every word of the ancients. It is even more worthy of being near the water for hiking. It is the time when the floating family lives. Bajiu can't eliminate the hatred of the guests, and the Shu wizard knows the time of return. The smoke and willows in Baqiao know the limit. Who would like to send one to passers-by?

When he left Shuzhou and lived in the monk's dormitory of Anfuyuan in Chengdu, he wrote "Long Song Xing":

If you don't live in peace, you will be drunk in the East China Sea. Old Beijing. The golden seal is shining brightly, but all kinds of white hair are ruthless; lying in the ancient temple in Chengdu in the autumn evening, the setting sun is leaning against the monk's window; how can it be broken immediately by the thief, oh, the poem is long and cold? When Xinglai comes, he buys all the wine from Shiqiao, and the carts pile up the long bottles in an honorable manner; mourning, silk, and bamboos help him drink, just like a wild field is flooded by the Yellow River; usually he doesn't drink a drop, and his spirit suddenly frightens thousands of people. At the end of the country's revenge, the strong man is old, and the sword in the box makes a sound at night. He Dangkai also gave a banquet to the soldiers, and snow fell on Feihu City in the middle of the night.

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Song Xiaozong was fifty-one years old in the second year of Chunxi (1175).

Fan Chengda was transferred from Guilin to Chengdu and served as Sichuan envoy. He recommended Lu You to serve as a councilor in Jincheng. Fan Chengda was the commander-in-chief of Shuzhou, and Lu You was the counselor. The two became friends through literature and became close friends.In the autumn, Fan Chengda appointed him as the counselor of the Sichuan Construction Department. He participated in the Chengdu Military Parade and wrote " Chengdu Grand Parade ":

The Qianbu Stadium was fresh and fresh, and the western mountains could be seen in the distance. The order was passed to Peng Po's house in the snow mountains, and the sound shocked the shores of Qinchuan Wei River. The flag's feet cast shadows when leaning against the wind, and the horses' hooves are not stained by the rain. Don't hate it if you wear trousers. It has been a long time since you were crowned a scholar.

and "Two-Headed Lotus is a model that can be made":

The stars on the temples are shocking, and the ambition has become empty, and this body is like a mail. Depression disease. Go to the dark and let go of the heroic spirit of the past. The dream breaks through the mountains and rivers of my homeland, separated by layers of mist and water. Thousands of miles away, the old society has withered, who will remember the handsome travels of Qingmen? As the road to Jinli is prosperous, I sigh that the officials are idle and the days are forever, and Chai Jing adds to their sleep. Clear sorrow and drunkenness. Thinking about this moment, who cares about it. Even if there are Chu and Wu Qiang, do you know when they will pass away to the east? Looking sadly in the sky, the wild rice is beautiful and the wild rice is fragrant, and the autumn wind is rising again.

Song Xiaozong was fifty-two years old in the third year of Chunxi (1176).

In the late spring, when he was the counselor of the Chengdu Fulu Appeasement Department and the counselor of the Sichuan Zhizhi Envoy Department, he wrote "spring remnant":

Send off Luohui in front of Shijing Mountain, and spring remnant returns to the house with great reverence. In times of peace, strong men grow old without merit, and those who go on expeditions in the countryside return home with dreams. Alfalfa seedlings have invaded Guandaohe, and turnip flowers have entered the wheat fields. When I am tired of wandering, I am so devastated by laughing at myself. Who remembers the flying eagle being surrounded by drunken people?

There is also "Wine Concern":

Idle sorrow is like flying snow, which melts away when you enter the wine. The flowers are as beautiful as old friends, and the cup empties when you smile. Liuyingying Those who are sentimental also miss me, and the willow tree cries in the spring breeze all day long. In less than fourteen years in Chang'an, drunkards often become old men. The nine-ringed treasure belt illuminates the place, which is not as good as leaving you with rosy cheeks.

and "Drunk Questions under the Moon":

The flying yellow swans are so hungry, what do you want to do when you laugh at yourself? The hero is old when he grows vegetables behind closed doors, but it is too late when he thinks about fish and wealth. I plan to go into the mountains to follow Li Guang in life, but I plan to leave the tomb close to him in death. A bottle of alcohol drunk Nanlou Yue, and I sighed with emotion for fear of being too sad.

The Harmony Party argued that Lu You was "not adhering to etiquette" and "being decadent in drinking". Fan Chengda was forced to remove Lu You from his post.

In June, Lu You was ordered to take charge of the Chongtao Temple in Tongbai Mountain, Taizhou, to support his family's livelihood with "ancestral wealth". The nickname "Fang Weng" began to be used from this time on.

In September, Lu You could have been appointed as the prefect of Jiazhou, but he was blocked by luck.

Song Xiaozong was fifty-three years old in the fourth year of Chunxi period (1177).

is still receiving honors in Chengdu. In spring, watch the practice scene on the Wanli Bridge River. There is " Wanli Bridge Practicing Shooting on the River":

Long Rutao slopes to the northeast, and the Hu bed is used to watch shooting and spring sunshine. The gentle wind gradually reduces the power of the carved bow, and the sound of arrows can be heard in the distance in the wild. The spear in the sky can be dropped, and the fox and rabbit in the grass do not need to be frightened. Who would have expected that before her husband died, he would be able to live in a hundred cities for a year.

There is also "Jiang Tower Drunk Work":

A hundred people are feasting in Jiang Tower, holding a candle and waving a breath of energy. In the sky, I can only hear the wine of the stars, but in the world I would rather have the earth to bury my worries. I hope Li Guang will be a famous flying general, but I will admire Liu Ling as a gift to Zuihou. The drama queen smiled frequently, it has been six years since she stayed in Jincheng.

Fan Cheng spent a lot of time on banquets, and Lu You wrote poems to exhort him. In June, Fan Chengda was summoned to return to Beijing, and Lu You sent him to Meizhou, imploring Fan Chengda to persuade the emperor to "take Guanzhong first and then Hebei" and "clear the dust of China as early as possible" after Fan Chengda returned to the court.

Climbing the north gate of the city, there is " Climbing the north gate of the city in autumn evening":

At the head of the north city with a scarf and quinoa staff, the west wind blowing on the ground is full of sorrow. A bit of beacon spreads the news, and two rows of wild geese lead Du Lingqiu. Mountains and rivers rise and fall, and people scratch their heads. People who are in danger of life lean on the building. The poems written by Hengshang are not the same as before, and the dream soul still lingers around ancient Liangzhou.

and " Guan Shanyue ":

He was under the imperial edict for fifteen years, and the general was left empty-handed without fighting. The rich gates are singing and dancing, the stable horses are fat and dead, and their bows have broken strings. The fierce battles in the military building urge the moon to fall. I joined the army at thirty and now my hair is gray. Who knows the ambition in the flute? The sky above the sand head is shining with human bones. Fighting in the Central Plains has been heard since ancient times. How can it be passed down to the descendants of Hu? The remaining people endured death in hope of recovery, and shed tears in several places tonight.

Song Xiaozong was fifty-four years old in the fifth year of Chunxi (1178).

Poetry in Shu was widely circulated. Lu You's poetry became more and more famous. He was summoned by Xiaozong and appointed to promote tea and salt affairs in Changping in Fuzhou and Jiangxi.In February, he was called back east from Chengdu and passed Jiazhou to Chongqing . On the boat, he wrote " The Moon in the Boat":

He traveled to Lingyun with a hundred pots of wine, waving his sleeves to say goodbye to his old friend while drunk. Yiyi can't bear to say goodbye to me. Who is like the half-moon in Emei? The moon is hanging out of the boat window and it's cold, I'm about to wake up from the wine in Yuzhou. The fishing wind floats in the sky above the river, and the shadows of people in turbans are still and graceful. Oh, the poem never sleeps and the moon fills the boat. The coldness penetrates my bones and I feel like a fairy. There is no leakage everywhere in the human world. From time to time, there are sand birds carrying boats on their backs.

Passed through Luzhou , climbed Nanding Tower, and wrote " Nanding Tower encountered heavy rain":

traveled through Liangzhou to Yizhou , and visited Lu again this year. Jiangshan repeatedly fought for his eyes, and the wind and rain entered the building in disorder. When people talk about Zhu Li, they meet the caves, and they sing songs and then go down to the Wu boat. The end of the world is stable and the heart is lazy. When you look at it, you feel confused but feel sad.

arrived in Guizhou in early May and could see Chu City across the river. His works include "Chucheng":

The deserted city on the river is full of sorrow for apes and birds. Across the river is Qu Yuan's Temple. In the past fifteen hundred years, only the sound of the beach remains the same as before.

Arriving at Yiling after the Dragon Boat Festival, he wrote "The First Arrival in Yiling":

Thunder was heard by the riverside, and hundreds of beaches were crossed and the road was lost. The mountains are flat and the water is far away, and the sky is wide open. The handsome falcon flies far away from the shore, and the big fish is ready to fly into the sky. Do you know that this is a happy place? A three-foot-long yellow flag dances in the wind.

When June passed Jiujiang he wrote " Staying at Donglin Temple on June 14th ":

Seeing all the thousands of peaks in the rivers and lakes, I don't mind the clouds and dreams. Playing with the moon before Xisai Mountain, come and listen to the Donglin Temple mile bell. How could a visitor from afar know that he would be here again? An old monk could remember the encounter in the past. Who is sleeping soundly in the empty window and wakes up? There is no one in the wild and he is pounding himself at night.

2. 1153-1170 Mr. was from twenty-nine to forty-six years old, in the early stages of taking exams and becoming an official. [Shaoxing (Gaozong 1153-1162), Longxing (Xiaozong 1163-1170)]

3, 1170-1178 Mr. was forty-six to fifty-four years old, entering the Shu period. [Longxing (Xiaozong 1170-1173), Chunxi (Xiaozong 1174-1178)]

IV, 1178-1190 Mr. Fifty-four to sixty-six years old, after returning to the East, he entered the official period. [Chunxi (Xiaozong 1178-1189), Shaoxi (Guangzong 1190)]

5, 1190-1210 Mr. was from sixty-six to eighty-six years old, and he was once an official and retired to Sanyin. [Shaoxi (Guangzong 1190-1194), Qingyuan (Ningzong 1195-1200), Jiatai (Ningzong 1201-1204), Kaixi (Ningzong 1205-1207), Jiading (Ningzong 1205-1207) 1208——1210)】

1. 1125——1153 Before Mr. was twenty-nine years old, he was studying poetry for reading. [Xuanhe seventh year (Huizong 1125), Jingkang (Qinzong 1126-1127), Jianyan (Gaozong 1127-1130), Shaoxing (Gaozong 1131-1153)]

2, 1153-1170 Mr. From the age of twenty-nine to forty-six, it is the early stage of taking exams and becoming an official. [Shaoxing (Gaozong 1153-1162), Longxing (Xiaozong 1163-1170)]

degree floating bridge to Nantai ( was written in 1159, at the age of thirty-five, Fuzhou Jue Cao was appointed. )

客中I came here because I was sick, and I heard that I wanted to try it out in Nantai; the
nine-track slowly traveled on the raging waves, and tied across the middle of the river in every possible way.
The bells and drums in the temple towers are urging the dawn, and the clouds and smoke in the countryside have been present since ancient times;
The white hair has not been rid of the heroic spirit, and the drunken playing horizontal flute sits in the shade of the banyan tree.

Feelings of the New Summer ( was written in the summer of 1163. At the age of thirty-nine, the poet returned to his hometown in Shanyin from Lin'an and lived in Yunmen Temple. )

Hundreds of flowers have passed and all the green shade has become. The desert stove is fragrant and it is clear at night.
I started to drink wine during the first ten days of my illness, and I started to hear the orioles in April deep in the mountains.
It is said that the imperial edict was issued to clarify the road, and it has been predicted that peace will be seen for more than ten years.
The holy master never forgets the beauty of his first government, but the little Confucian can only burst into tears.

Wangjiang Dao Zhong ( was written in the summer of 1165, at the age of forty-one. The poet was transferred from Zhenjiang general magistrate to Longxing Prefecture, and traveled westward through Wangjiang Dao Zhong. )

My way is not evil. I came to the wilderness, and Jiang Tao went like this. Why?

starts with the black magpie after its first turn, and stays with the cattle and sheep when they want to descend.

1. 1125-1153 Before he was twenty-nine years old, he studied poetry for reading. 【Xuanhe Seventh Year (Huizong 1125), Jingkang (Qinzong 1126-1127), Jianyan (Gaozong 1127-1130), Shaoxing (Gaozong 1131-1153)】

Song Xiaozong Qiandao Eight Year (1172) forty-eight years old.

was about to leave Kuizhou and was impoverished and could not return. He wrote to Yu Yunwen that he had "30 sons and 20 daughters, but I dare not say anything about marriage" and asked for transfer.

At that time, Wang Yan announced to Fuchuan and Shaanxi and garrisoned in Nanzheng. He summoned Lu You to handle the affairs. Lu You was very happy to get the letter and went to Nanzheng alone. He was in Nanzheng with more than ten people including Zhang Jichang, Yan Cangshu, Fan Xishu, Gao Zichang and so on. Served in the Zheng Shogunate. Wang Yan entrusted Lu You to draw up a strategic plan to expel the Jin people and regain the Central Plains. Lu You wrote "Pingrong Policy" and proposed that "to regain the Central Plains, we must first capture Chang'an, and to capture Chang'an, we must first capture Longyou; accumulate food, train soldiers, and have strength." Just attack, if you don’t have the strength, just defend.”

In October, the imperial court rejected the "Pingrong Policy" of the Northern Expedition plan, transferred Wang Yan back to Beijing, and the shogunate was dissolved. Lu You was appointed as the counselor of the Chengdu Fulu Department of Appeasement. His official position was idle, so he rode a donkey into Sichuan and was quite unsuccessful. The military life in Dasanguan was the only military practice in Lu You's life that he personally participated in the anti-golden front line. Although this period of life was only eight months, it left him with an unforgettable memory. Lu You wrote a lot in the future. Poems commemorate this period, such as "Xie Chichun":

joined the army in his prime, and once swallowed the remaining captives in anger. The clouds are high and the wolf beacon is raised at night. With a red face and green temples, he supports the carvings and garrison in the west. Laughing at the Confucian crown will make many mistakes. The dream of fame and fame is over, but it is like a boat in Wu Chu. A sad song and a sad tribute to the past. The mist is endless, and I can't see where the Qin Pass is. Sigh that the passing years have become wasted.

and "Wandering in the Palace at Night: A Dream Sent to Master Bohun" (approximately written when he was in Chengdu after returning from Dashan Pass, the specific year of writing is unknown):

Snow dawns and Qingjia chaos arises. Sleepwalking somewhere, somewhere unknown. The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water. Xiangguan River, west of Yanmen, on the edge of Qinghai. Sleep in the cold light. The sound leakage is cut off and the window paper is tilted. Since then, he has been granted the title of Marquis in Wanli. Who knows, although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.

I wrote " Traveling to the South of the Mountain " in the late spring of this year:

I have been traveling to the south of the mountain for three days, and the road is like a rope leading from east to west. The fertile fields of Pingchuan are endless, and the wheat fields are green and mulberry trees are lush. The land is close to the Qin Dynasty, and the customs are rich. The swings and cuju are used to divide the friends; the clover is in the clouds, the horses' hooves are strong, and the willows line the road with loud sounds of cars. Ancient times have witnessed the rise and fall of places, and the mountains and rivers are still the same; the cold clouds are low above the General's Altar, and the spring sun is setting in front of the Prime Minister's Shrine. The country lost the Central Plains in the fourth century, and the troops left the Jianghuai River and could not easily swallow it; they saw that the golden drum followed the world, but used Guanzhong as the foundation.

's October work " Returns to Hanzhong Territory ":

Reading the moon on the cloud stack and Pingshan Mountain, the horse's hooves are happy to tread Liangzhou for the first time. The Yongchuan River in the Qin Dynasty is connected to the original strong land, and the Jing Yang River flows under the water day and night. The remaining captives are cowardly, but Ning Yuanlue is far away, and the lonely minister is stubborn and worried about his own affairs. I'm afraid that the good times will make him hate the new year, and it will be another autumn at the break.

Riding a donkey into Sichuan in winter, there is a poem "Encountering light rain on the Jianmen Road":

There are dust and wine stains on the clothes, and the soul is gone everywhere during the long journey. Is this fit the poet? Xiao Yu rides a donkey into Jianmen.

I was feeling emotional when passing by Jiameng Station in the southwest of Guangyuan, Sichuan. There is a poem "Resentments of Qing Dynasty Shang Jiameng Station":

Jiangtou drank heavily at dusk. The snow is clear but still cold. The mountain post is desolate, and people sleep alone in the dim light. The mandarin duck machine sends a new piece of broken brocade. Sighing about the past, unable to dwell on it. The dream broke through the south tower, and the green clouds piled up as a pillow.

Song Xiaozong was forty-nine years old in the ninth year of Qiandao (1173).

was transferred from the counselor to the general magistrate of Shuzhou; in May, upon the recommendation of Sichuan Xuanfu envoy Yu Yunwen, Lu You was transferred to the general magistrate of Jiazhou.

At a stop on the way back to Chengdu from Shuzhou, there is a "Drunk Work on March 17th":

The year before last, I was in the East Sea, and the white waves were like mountains, showing my majesty. Last year, in the autumn of Nanshan Mountain, I returned home in a hurry at night, and my fur was covered with snow. This year's devastation is the most ridiculous, and I look ashamed at myself with my gray hair and gray face. Who knew that one could go crazy after drinking, taking off his hat and shouting at others. Ni Hu has not been extinguished and his heart has not calmed down. The lone sword on the bedside has a clanging sound. The dream of breaking the post is about to die when the light is turned back on, and the window is opened in the middle of the storm.

In autumn, there is " Feelings of Feelings in Drunkness ":

The early king remembered his name, but now he is haggard and visiting the border town. The green shirt still has the old phoenix, and the white hair is new from the sword. The ancient garrison flags are dim in autumn, and the battles in Gaocheng are clear at night. Before my ambition is completely exhausted, I listen to the sound of the sandalwood tank being blocked while I am drunk.

When he took office in Jiazhou, there was "Hu No Man":

his beard was like a hedgehog's hair, and his face was like a purple stone prism. My husband has traveled thousands of miles, and he is ready to take advantage of the storm. Chasing the moon in the open air in Qinghai, seizing the city at night and treading on the ice of the Yellow River . The rain rustles in the moraine under the iron clothes, and the thunder blows on the drums. In the middle of the night, the poor prisoners sent down the money, and at dawn, the armor was piled up like hills. China first met the sweat-blooded horse, and Dongyi once again paid tribute to the frost-haired eagle. The crowd is overcast, the sun is rising, and there is no one around. Song Zhongxing. The husband reported to the Lord that he had such a smile, his head was white, his head was white, and the window lights were on.

and " Gold Staggered Knife Travel ":

Gold Staggered Knife White Jade Dress, shining through the window at night. The husband has not yet accomplished his fifty years of service, so he picks up the sword and takes care of Bahuang alone. Jinghua makes friends with all kinds of wonderful people, and they live and die together in harmony with each other. His shamelessness is unknown in the annals of history for thousands of years, and he repays the emperor with a heart of loyalty. When you came to join the army, you were in Hanbin, and Nanshan was covered with snow and jade. Alas! Although the three households of Chu were able to destroy Qin, how could China be empty and deserted?

There is a poem in that year "Han Gong Chun. I came to Chengdu from Nanzheng to write ":

Feather arrows and carved bows recall the ancient fortress of the eagle and cut off the tiger to level the river. Playing the bamboo slipper, I return to my tent in the wild at dusk, with snow pressing on the green felt. Drenched with ink, watching dragons and snakes flying down the wild paper. People mistakenly promise, poetry will be sketched, and the talent will be transcendent for a while. Why are you coming south again to see the Double Ninth Festival Medicine Market and Lantern Festival Lantern Mountain? When flowers are spent, thousands of people are enjoying themselves, with their hats hanging down and their whips hanging down. Listening to the song makes me feel old, and I still shed tears every now and then. The king remembers the matter and the title of marquis is there. You can't believe in your fame.

Song Xiaozong Chunxi was fifty years old in the first year of his reign (1174).

In February, Yu Yunwen died of illness, and Lu You was transferred back to Shuzhou to pass judgment. During his second term in Shuzhou, Lu You conducted an in-depth investigation of the local customs and customs, and successively visited Cuiwei Courtyard, Baita Courtyard, Daming Temple and other local attractions, and came up with the idea of ​​"finally ending here".

In March, participated in political affairs Zheng Wen served as the Xuanfu envoy of Sichuan as a bachelor of Zizhengdian Palace. Lu You boldly submitted a letter proposing to launch the Northern Expedition to regain the lost territory, but it was not adopted.

In May, Lu You presided over the state examination. Yang Jian won the first place and was qualified to participate in the autumn examination. Lu You wrote poems to encourage him.

In August, Lu You held a military parade in Shuzhou and wrote "The Grand Parade of Shuzhou", criticizing the Southern Song Dynasty for not raising troops and living in peace.

In October, Lu You was sent to Rongzhou to act as an agent for state affairs.

When the governor of Shuzhou was ordered to take charge of the state, it was written " Banquet in the West Tower ":

The ruins of the West Tower are still majestic, and the beautiful shengxiao is in the air. Thousands of miles have followed the rules and become a long-term guest, and the autumn wind is easy to come every year. The low candlelight reflects the beauty of the pearls, and the wine haze slowly adds to the rosiness of the jade cheeks. It's even more lovely to welcome the cool weather on the way back, Maha Pond The moon is just in the middle.

After he left Shuzhou and was appointed as the general magistrate, there was "Wood in Wuzhong on an Autumn Night":

I lit up the lamp on an autumn night to read the Songs of Chu, and I did not deceive every word of the ancients. It is even more worthy of being near the water for hiking. It is the time when the floating family lives. Bajiu can't eliminate the hatred of the guests, and the Shu wizard knows the time of return. The smoke and willows in Baqiao know the limit. Who would like to send one to passers-by?

When he left Shuzhou and lived in the monk's dormitory of Anfuyuan in Chengdu, he wrote "Long Song Xing":

If you don't live in peace, you will be drunk in the East China Sea. Old Beijing. The golden seal is shining brightly, but all kinds of white hair are ruthless; lying in the ancient temple in Chengdu in the autumn evening, the setting sun is leaning against the monk's window; how can it be broken immediately by the thief, oh, the poem is long and cold? When Xinglai comes, he buys all the wine from Shiqiao, and the carts pile up the long bottles in an honorable manner; mourning, silk, and bamboos help him drink, just like a wild field is flooded by the Yellow River; usually he doesn't drink a drop, and his spirit suddenly frightens thousands of people. At the end of the country's revenge, the strong man is old, and the sword in the box makes a sound at night. He Dangkai also gave a banquet to the soldiers, and snow fell on Feihu City in the middle of the night.

is the sixth son Zibusheng.

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Song Xiaozong was fifty-one years old in the second year of Chunxi (1175).

Fan Chengda was transferred from Guilin to Chengdu and served as Sichuan envoy. He recommended Lu You to serve as a councilor in Jincheng. Fan Chengda was the commander-in-chief of Shuzhou, and Lu You was the counselor. The two became friends through literature and became close friends.In the autumn, Fan Chengda appointed him as the counselor of the Sichuan Construction Department. He participated in the Chengdu Military Parade and wrote " Chengdu Grand Parade ":

The Qianbu Stadium was fresh and fresh, and the western mountains could be seen in the distance. The order was passed to Peng Po's house in the snow mountains, and the sound shocked the shores of Qinchuan Wei River. The flag's feet cast shadows when leaning against the wind, and the horses' hooves are not stained by the rain. Don't hate it if you wear trousers. It has been a long time since you were crowned a scholar.

and "Two-Headed Lotus is a model that can be made":

The stars on the temples are shocking, and the ambition has become empty, and this body is like a mail. Depression disease. Go to the dark and let go of the heroic spirit of the past. The dream breaks through the mountains and rivers of my homeland, separated by layers of mist and water. Thousands of miles away, the old society has withered, who will remember the handsome travels of Qingmen? As the road to Jinli is prosperous, I sigh that the officials are idle and the days are forever, and Chai Jing adds to their sleep. Clear sorrow and drunkenness. Thinking about this moment, who cares about it. Even if there are Chu and Wu Qiang, do you know when they will pass away to the east? Looking sadly in the sky, the wild rice is beautiful and the wild rice is fragrant, and the autumn wind is rising again.

Song Xiaozong was fifty-two years old in the third year of Chunxi (1176).

In the late spring, when he was the counselor of the Chengdu Fulu Appeasement Department and the counselor of the Sichuan Zhizhi Envoy Department, he wrote "spring remnant":

Send off Luohui in front of Shijing Mountain, and spring remnant returns to the house with great reverence. In times of peace, strong men grow old without merit, and those who go on expeditions in the countryside return home with dreams. Alfalfa seedlings have invaded Guandaohe, and turnip flowers have entered the wheat fields. When I am tired of wandering, I am so devastated by laughing at myself. Who remembers the flying eagle being surrounded by drunken people?

There is also "Wine Concern":

Idle sorrow is like flying snow, which melts away when you enter the wine. The flowers are as beautiful as old friends, and the cup empties when you smile. Liuyingying Those who are sentimental also miss me, and the willow tree cries in the spring breeze all day long. In less than fourteen years in Chang'an, drunkards often become old men. The nine-ringed treasure belt illuminates the place, which is not as good as leaving you with rosy cheeks.

and "Drunk Questions under the Moon":

The flying yellow swans are so hungry, what do you want to do when you laugh at yourself? The hero is old when he grows vegetables behind closed doors, but it is too late when he thinks about fish and wealth. I plan to go into the mountains to follow Li Guang in life, but I plan to leave the tomb close to him in death. A bottle of alcohol drunk Nanlou Yue, and I sighed with emotion for fear of being too sad.

The Harmony Party argued that Lu You was "not adhering to etiquette" and "being decadent in drinking". Fan Chengda was forced to remove Lu You from his post.

In June, Lu You was ordered to take charge of the Chongtao Temple in Tongbai Mountain, Taizhou, to support his family's livelihood with "ancestral wealth". The nickname "Fang Weng" began to be used from this time on.

In September, Lu You could have been appointed as the prefect of Jiazhou, but he was blocked by luck.

Song Xiaozong was fifty-three years old in the fourth year of Chunxi period (1177).

is still receiving honors in Chengdu. In spring, watch the practice scene on the Wanli Bridge River. There is " Wanli Bridge Practicing Shooting on the River":

Long Rutao slopes to the northeast, and the Hu bed is used to watch shooting and spring sunshine. The gentle wind gradually reduces the power of the carved bow, and the sound of arrows can be heard in the distance in the wild. The spear in the sky can be dropped, and the fox and rabbit in the grass do not need to be frightened. Who would have expected that before her husband died, he would be able to live in a hundred cities for a year.

There is also "Jiang Tower Drunk Work":

A hundred people are feasting in Jiang Tower, holding a candle and waving a breath of energy. In the sky, I can only hear the wine of the stars, but in the world I would rather have the earth to bury my worries. I hope Li Guang will be a famous flying general, but I will admire Liu Ling as a gift to Zuihou. The drama queen smiled frequently, it has been six years since she stayed in Jincheng.

Fan Cheng spent a lot of time on banquets, and Lu You wrote poems to exhort him. In June, Fan Chengda was summoned to return to Beijing, and Lu You sent him to Meizhou, imploring Fan Chengda to persuade the emperor to "take Guanzhong first and then Hebei" and "clear the dust of China as soon as possible" after returning to the court.

Climbing the north gate of the city, there is " Climbing the north gate of the city in autumn evening":

At the head of the north city with a scarf and quinoa staff, the west wind blowing on the ground is full of sorrow. A bit of beacon spreads the news, and two rows of wild geese lead Du Lingqiu. Mountains and rivers rise and fall, and people scratch their heads. People who are in danger of life lean on the building. The poems written by Hengshang are not the same as before, and the dream soul still lingers around ancient Liangzhou.

and " Guan Shanyue ":

He was under the imperial edict for fifteen years, and the general was left empty-handed without fighting. The rich gates are singing and dancing, the stable horses are fat and dead, and their bows have broken strings. The fierce battles in the military building urge the moon to fall. I joined the army at thirty and now my hair is gray. Who knows the ambition in the flute? The sky above the sand head is shining with human bones. Fighting in the Central Plains has been heard since ancient times. How can it be passed down to the descendants of Hu? The remaining people endured death in hope of recovery, and shed tears in several places tonight.

Song Xiaozong was fifty-four years old in the fifth year of Chunxi (1178).

Poetry in Shu was widely circulated. Lu You's poetry became more and more famous. He was summoned by Xiaozong and appointed to promote tea and salt affairs in Changping in Fuzhou and Jiangxi.In February, he was called back east from Chengdu and passed Jiazhou to Chongqing . On the boat, he wrote " The Moon in the Boat":

He traveled to Lingyun with a hundred pots of wine, waving his sleeves to say goodbye to his old friend while drunk. Yiyi can't bear to say goodbye to me. Who is like the half-moon in Emei? The moon is hanging out of the boat window and it's cold, I'm about to wake up from the wine in Yuzhou. The fishing wind floats in the sky above the river, and the shadows of people in turbans are still and graceful. Oh, the poem never sleeps and the moon fills the boat. The coldness penetrates my bones and I feel like a fairy. There is no leakage everywhere in the human world. From time to time, there are sand birds carrying boats on their backs.

Passed through Luzhou , climbed Nanding Tower, and wrote " Nanding Tower encountered heavy rain":

traveled through Liangzhou to Yizhou , and visited Lu again this year. Jiangshan repeatedly fought for his eyes, and the wind and rain entered the building in disorder. When people talk about Zhu Li, they meet the caves, and they sing songs and then go down to the Wu boat. The end of the world is stable and the heart is lazy. When you look at it, you feel confused but feel sad.

arrived in Guizhou in early May and could see Chu City across the river. His works include "Chucheng":

The deserted city on the river is full of sorrow for apes and birds. Across the river is Qu Yuan's Temple. In the past fifteen hundred years, only the sound of the beach remains the same as before.

Arriving at Yiling after the Dragon Boat Festival, he wrote "The First Arrival in Yiling":

Thunder was heard by the riverside, and hundreds of beaches were crossed and the road was lost. The mountains are flat and the water is far away, and the sky is wide open. The handsome falcon flies far away from the shore, and the big fish is ready to fly into the sky. Do you know that this is a happy place? A three-foot-long yellow flag dances in the wind.

When June passed Jiujiang he wrote " Staying at Donglin Temple on June 14th ":

Seeing all the thousands of peaks in the rivers and lakes, I don't mind the clouds and dreams. Playing with the moon before Xisai Mountain, come and listen to the Donglin Temple mile bell. How could a visitor from afar know that he would be here again? An old monk could remember the encounter in the past. Who is sleeping soundly in the empty window and wakes up? There is no one in the wild and he is pounding himself at night.

2. 1153-1170 Mr. was from twenty-nine to forty-six years old, in the early stages of taking exams and becoming an official. [Shaoxing (Gaozong 1153-1162), Longxing (Xiaozong 1163-1170)]

3, 1170-1178 Mr. was forty-six to fifty-four years old, entering the Shu period. [Longxing (Xiaozong 1170-1173), Chunxi (Xiaozong 1174-1178)]

IV, 1178-1190 Mr. Fifty-four to sixty-six years old, after returning to the East, he entered the official period. [Chunxi (Xiaozong 1178-1189), Shaoxi (Guangzong 1190)]

5, 1190-1210 Mr. was from sixty-six to eighty-six years old, and he was once an official and retired to Sanyin. [Shaoxi (Guangzong 1190-1194), Qingyuan (Ningzong 1195-1200), Jiatai (Ningzong 1201-1204), Kaixi (Ningzong 1205-1207), Jiading (Ningzong 1205-1207) 1208——1210)】

1. 1125——1153 Before Mr. was twenty-nine years old, he was studying poetry for reading. [Xuanhe seventh year (Huizong 1125), Jingkang (Qinzong 1126-1127), Jianyan (Gaozong 1127-1130), Shaoxing (Gaozong 1131-1153)]

2, 1153-1170 Mr. From the age of twenty-nine to forty-six, it is the early stage of taking exams and becoming an official. [Shaoxing (Gaozong 1153-1162), Longxing (Xiaozong 1163-1170)]

degree floating bridge to Nantai ( was written in 1159, at the age of thirty-five, Fuzhou Jue Cao was appointed. )

客中I came here because I was sick, and I heard that I wanted to try it out in Nantai; the
nine-track slowly traveled on the raging waves, and tied across the middle of the river in every possible way.
The bells and drums in the temple towers are urging the dawn, and the clouds and smoke in the countryside have been present since ancient times;
The white hair has not been rid of the heroic spirit, and the drunken playing horizontal flute sits in the shade of the banyan tree.

Feelings of the New Summer ( was written in the summer of 1163. At the age of thirty-nine, the poet returned to his hometown in Shanyin from Lin'an and lived in Yunmen Temple. )

Hundreds of flowers have passed and all the green shade has become. The desert stove is fragrant and it is clear at night.
I started to drink wine during the first ten days of my illness, and I started to hear the orioles in April deep in the mountains.
It is said that the imperial edict was issued to clarify the road, and it has been predicted that peace will be seen for more than ten years.
The holy master never forgets the beauty of his first government, but the little Confucian can only burst into tears.

Wangjiang Dao Zhong ( was written in the summer of 1165, at the age of forty-one. The poet was transferred from Zhenjiang general magistrate to Longxing Prefecture, and traveled westward through Wangjiang Dao Zhong. )

My way is not evil. I came to the wilderness, and Jiang Tao went like this. Why?

starts with the black magpie after its first turn, and stays with the cattle and sheep when they want to descend.

The wind gradually strengthens the sails, and the sound of oars often mixes with the sad sounds of wild geese.

I entered Huainan Road again in the evening, where the red trees and green mountains combined with poetry.

Every autumn night reading is celebrated with the end of two drums ( It was written in 1165, at the age of 41, when he was appointed as the general magistrate of Longxing. )

Corrupt Confucianism is mediocre and sighs, but I only like to make up the leftovers and not be deceived by myself.
The white hair ruthlessly invades the old world, and the green light smells like childhood.
Gao Wu Ce Ce spreads the chill, and stacking drums in winter forces sleep.
The autumn nights are getting longer and hunger is causing trouble, and a cup of yam is filled with fine rice.

Tour to Shanxi Village (Written in 1167, forty-three years old.)

Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers , and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
Xiaogu follows Chunshe, and his clothes are simple and ancient.
From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I can hold the door with my stick all the time and night.

Shangsi Linchuan Road ( It was written on March 3, 1167, that is, "Shangsi" in the title, forty-three years old. )

The spring water was born on the night of February 6th, and Lu Zichu went to Linchuan at the beginning.
The stream is deep and the bridge is broken and cannot be crossed. I lie close to the city and hear the sound of the trumpet.
The weather is new on March 3rd, and there are worries about killing people on Linchuan Road.
The slender female hands have green mulberry leaves, and the desert guest houses have spring tung flowers.
I have been afraid of roads as much as I am afraid of tigers. I live in seclusion and cannot travel around the city.
The crane's body is so thin that it has been hungry for a long time, and the tortoise's breath is silent but it can be counted silently.
Nowadays, I still laugh at myself when I feel sorry for myself, I am low-spirited and young.
Confucianism has never regretted its mistakes, and the sword and pen are the most shocking.
At five o'clock in the morning, I took a pillow and felt sad. In my dream, the water in the boat reached the sky.

Red or green wildflowers are at the foot of the mountain, next to the White Pagoda and Zhulou Yu Temple.

Huangzhou ( was written in 1170, at the age of forty-six, when he was sent to the west to Shu, and the boat passed Huangzhou. )

was cramped and often sad, like the prisoners of Chu. He moved and admired the excellent students.

The sound of the river does not satisfy the hatred of heroes, but God’s will is selfless and the grass and trees fall.

Thousands of miles of sorrow add gray hair, and the cold sun passes through Huangzhou.
You see, there are no traces of Chibi anymore. Why should you be like Zhongmou when you have a child?

Wan Bo ( was written in 1170, at the age of forty-six, on his way west to Kuizhou to be appointed as a judge. )

I have been without a home for half my life, and this year I dreamed of going to Badong.

Traveling through the land of countless deaths and lifetimes, the road leads to thousands of peaks and hundreds of mountains.

Neighboring boats sometimes come to pray for fire, and Cong Temple prays for wind everywhere.

The evening tide comes to the Huainan Bank again, and the setting sun crows and crows guard the sky.

Two Songs of Sorrow for Ying (In 1170, at the age of forty-six, he went to Kuizhou to take office and passed Jingzhou in September.)

It is far from Shang and Zhou Zuo is the longest, and the Qi and Jin Dynasties in the Northern Alliance are competing for strength.

Zhanghua's singing and dancing are finally desolate, and the clouds and dreams are old and vast.

There are only wild geese rising in the grass and the Forbidden City, and there are foxes hidden in the deserted tombs.

Everyone hates Li Sao before she is exhausted, and the people with lofty ideals will be filled with tears for thousands of years.

Jingzhou has early spring plum blossoms in October, and it’s really the same year as Xia Hanlun.

Why is there such a poor man in heaven and earth? The rivers and lakes have been used to control officials since ancient times.

Drinking deeply in the long pavilion at dusk, the generous and tragic song turns white.

There is no place to ask if you want to hang Zhang Hua. The ruined city is wet with frost and dew.

3. 1170——1178 Mr. was forty-six to fifty-four years old, entering the Shu period. [Longxing (Xiaozong 1170-1173), Chunxi (Xiaozong 1174-1178)]

Travel to the south of the mountain (Written in the late spring of 1172, at the age of forty-eight.)

I have been traveling to the south of the mountain for three days, and the road is like a rope going east and west.

Pingchuan is fertile and wild, the wheat fields are green and the mulberry trees are lush.

The land is close to the Qin Dynasty, and the customs are rich. The swings and cuju are used to divide the friends;

The alfalfa and the clouds are strong, and the horses' hooves are strong, and the willows line the road with loud sounds of cars.

It has experienced ups and downs in ancient times, but the mountains and rivers are still the same;

The cold clouds are low on the general altar, and the spring is twilight in front of the Prime Minister's Shrine.

The country lost the Central Plains in the fourth century, and its teachers left the Jianghuai River and it was not easy to swallow;

knows how to see the golden drum from the world, but uses Guanzhong as the foundation.

Returned to Hanzhong (Written in October 1172, at the age of forty-eight.)

Yunzhan Pingshan read the moon tour, and the horse's hooves first happily trampled Liangzhou.
The Qin Yongchuan River is connected to the original strong land, and the Jing Yang River flows under the water day and night.
The remaining captives are cowardly and far away, and the lonely ministers are stubborn and worried about their own affairs.
Good times may cause hatred for others, but another autumn comes at the critical moment.

Encountering light rain on the Jianmen Road (Written in the winter of 1172, at the age of forty-eight.)

There are traces of dust and wine on the clothes,
Traveling far away leaves no trace of the soul.
Is this fit a poet?
Xiaoyu rides a donkey into Jianmen.

Written while drunk on March 17th (Written in 1173, at the age of forty-nine, at a stop on the way back from Shuzhou to Chengdu.)

The year before last, I had wandered into the East China Sea, and the white waves were as majestic as the mountains.
Last year, I shot tigers in the autumn of Nanshan. I returned home at night and my mink fur was covered with snow.
's decline this year is the most ridiculous, and I am ashamed to look at myself with my gray hair and pale face.
Who knew that one could go crazy after drinking wine, taking off his hat and shouting at others.
Ni Hu has not been extinguished and his heart has not calmed down. The lone sword on the bedside has a clanging sound.
broke the dream of the station and turned back the light to die. The window was opened and the wind and rain were at the third watch.

Feelings of nostalgia while drunk (Written in the autumn of 1173, at the age of forty-nine.)

The king remembered his name in his early years, but now he is haggard and visiting the border town.
The green shirt is still the old one, and the white hair is new from the sword.
The ancient garrison flags are dim in autumn, and the battles in Gaocheng are clear at night.
My ambition may not be completely gone, but I am drunk and listen to the sound of the sandalwood groove coming out.

Hu No Man (Written in 1173, at the age of forty-nine, when the author took photos of events in Jiazhou, Sichuan)

The beard is like a hedgehog's hair, and the face is like a purple stone prism.

My husband travels thousands of miles, and he is ready to take advantage of the storm.

Chasing after the moon in Qinghai, seizing the city and trampling on the ice of the Yellow River at night.

The rain rustles in Qi Qi in iron clothes, and the war drums rise with thunder.

In the middle of the night, the poor people send money down, and at dawn, the armor is like a hill.

China first met the sweat-blooded horse, and Dongyi paid tribute to the frost-haired eagle again.

The crowd is overcast, the sun is rising, and there is no one around. Song Zhongxing.

My husband reported that the owner had such a thing, and he laughed with his white head and window lights.

Gold and Staggered Swordsman (Written in 1173, at the age of forty-nine, while serving in Jiazhou.)

Gold and Staggered Swordsman, dressed in white jade, shines through the window at night.
The husband has not yet accomplished his fifty years of service, so he picks up a knife and takes care of Bahuang independently.
Jinghua makes friends with all kinds of wonderful people, and they live and die together in harmony with each other.
is shameless and nameless in the history of thousands of years, and repays the emperor with a heart of loyalty.
You came to join the army in Hanbin, and Nanshan was covered with snow and jade.
woohoo! Although the three households of Chu were able to destroy Qin, how could China be empty and deserted?

Banquet at the West Tower (Written in 1174, when he was fifty years old, when the author took charge of the governorship of Shuzhou.)

The ruins of the West Tower are still majestic, and the splendid shengxiao is in the air.
Thousands of miles have followed the rules and become a long-term guest, and it is easy and autumn breeze every year.
The low candlelight reflects the beauty of the pearls, and the wine faints and the jade cheeks turn red.
It’s even more lovely to welcome the cool weather on the way back, and the moon is just above the Maha Pond.

Pregnancy in Wuzhong on an autumn night ( was written in 1174, at the age of fifty, after leaving Shuzhou tongxuan..)

I read the Songs of Chu on an autumn night, and the ancients did not deceive me.

It is even more worthy of being a mountain climbing place near the water. It is the time when people live in floating homes.

Ba wine can't eliminate the hatred of guests, and Shu Wu Kong knows the return date.

The smoke and willows in Baqiao know the limit. Who would like to send one to passers-by.

Chang Ge Xing (Written in 1174, at the age of 50, when the poet left Shuzhou and lived in the monks' dormitory in Anfuyuan, Chengdu.)

If you do not live in peace, you will get drunk and ride a long whale in the East China Sea;
is as good as writing Li In Xiping, the hand owl rebelled against the old capital of the Qing Dynasty.
The gold seal is brilliant before you get it, but all kinds of white hair are ruthless;
Lying in the ancient temple in Chengdu in the autumn evening, the setting sun is leaning against the monk's window;
How can it be broken immediately by the thieves, oh, the poem is long and cold?
Xing came to buy all the Shiqiao wine, and the carts were piled up with long bottles;
mourning, silk, and bamboos helped the drinking, as if the wild field was flooded by the Yellow River;
usually did not drink a drop, and his spirit suddenly shocked thousands of people.
At the end of the country's revenge, the strong man is repaid, and the sword in the box makes a sound at night.
He Dangkai also gave a banquet to the soldiers, and the snow fell on Feihu City in the middle of the night.

Chengdu Daye ( was written in the autumn of 1175, at the age of fifty-one, when the poet was appointed as a counselor of the Sichuan Zhizhi Department by Fan Chengda, and participated in the Chengdu Military Parade.)

The Qianbu Stadium is fresh and fresh, and the western mountains can be seen in the distance.
The order passed by Peng Powai in the snow mountains, and the sound shocked the banks of Qinchuan and Wei Rivers.
The foot of the flag makes shadows when it leans against the wind, and the horse's hooves are not stained by the rain.
belongs to the category of trousers, don't hate it too much, it has been a long time since the Confucian crown has been mistaken for this body.

Pair of Wine (Written in 1176, at the age of fifty-two, when he was a member of Fan Cheng’s staff.)

Idle sorrow is like snow, which melts away when you drink wine.

The flowers are as beautiful as old friends, and the cup will be empty when you smile.

The wandering oriole also misses me if she is affectionate, and cries in the spring breeze all day long by the willow.

In less than fourteen years in Chang'an, drunkards often become old men.

The nine-ring treasure belt shines brightly, it is not as good as leaving you with rosy cheeks.

Chuncan (Written in the late spring of 1176, at the age of fifty-two, when he was the counselor of the Chengdu Fulu Appeasement Department and the counselor of the Sichuan Envoy Department. He was a sinecure.)

Seeing off Luohui in front of Shijing Mountain, Chuncan returned to his hometown with great pleasure. .
A strong man in peacetime will grow old without merit, and a man who goes on an expedition in the countryside will have a dream to return home.
Alfalfa seedlings have invaded Guandaohe, and turnip flowers have rarely entered the wheat fields.
When I am tired of wandering, I am so devastated by laughter. Who remembers the drunken eagle attacking?

htmlJanuary Xia Zui Ti ( was written in 1176, at the age of fifty-two. In the spring of this year, the poet was still serving as a counselor of the Sichuan Envoy Department. He was dismissed in June and received a salary in the name of being in charge of Tongbai Temple in Taizhou, and remained in Chengdu. )

The flying yellow swans are so hungry, why do I want to laugh at myself?

The hero who grows vegetables behind closed doors is old, but it is too late to think about fish and wealth.

He planned to go into the mountains to follow Li Guang in life, but he wanted to leave the tomb close to him in death.

A bottle of Nanlouyue was drunk, and I sighed with emotion for fear of being too sad.

Written while Drunk at Jianglou (Written in Chengdu in 1177 at the age of fifty-three, when the poet was exempted from the appointment of Zhi Jiazhou because he was jealous of those in power.)

A feast at Jianglou was dripping with wine, and he held a candle and waved his energy to Qiu.
In the sky, I only hear the stars drinking wine, but on earth I would rather have the earth to bury my worries.
I hope that Li Guang will be famous as a flying general, but I will admire Liu Ling and give him to Zuihou.
The drama beauty smiles frequently, she has stayed in Jincheng for six years.

Practicing Shooting on the Wanli Bridge River ( was created in the spring of 1177, at the age of fifty-three, watching the practice scene on the Wanli Bridge River. )

The slope of Long Rutao tilts northeastward, and the Hu bed is used to watch shooting in the clear spring.
The gentle wind gradually reduces the power of the carved bow, and the sound of arrows can be heard far away in the wild.
The spear in the sky can be dropped, and the fox and rabbit in the grass do not need to be alarmed.
Before her husband died, who could have guessed that he would be able to conquer hundreds of cities in one fell swoop?

Climb to the north gate of the city in the autumn evening (Written in September 1177, at the age of fifty-three.)

At the head of the north city with a scarf and quinoa staff, the westerly wind sweeps the ground and fills the eyes with sorrow.
A little beacon spreads the pass letter, and two rows of wild geese lead Du Lingqiu.
Mountains and rivers rise and fall, and people scratch their heads, and people who are in danger of life lean on the building.
Hengshang's poems are not the same as before, and the soul of dreams still lingers in ancient Liangzhou.

Climb to the Xian platform ()

html The 7-story platform is misty and overwhelms the city wall, leaning on a stick to watch the mighty spring.
Let go of the thousand-mile sight before the bottle, wash away the empty clothes and collect the dust for ten years.
The lingering water embraces the peaceful spirit, and the distant mountains are like borrowing people.
is even more happy that the intrigue is gone, and the gulls and herons are also making love on the beach.

Guan Shanyue ( was written in 1177, fifty-three years old .)

He was under the imperial edict for fifteen years, and the general was on the border without fighting.
The noble family sings and dances, and the stable horses are fat and dead, and their bows have broken strings.
The battles in the Rong Tower urge the moon to fall. I joined the army at thirty and now my hair is gray.
Who knows the ambition in the flute? The sky above the sand head is looking for human bones.
The war in the Central Plains has been heard since ancient times. How can it be passed down to the descendants of Hu?
The survivors endured death in hope of recovery, and shed tears in several places tonight.

Apartment and post house ()

The ancient post in Xianfang is covered with red leaves, and the guest's clothes are blooming in the open hall.
Ninety thousand miles in the middle of the Kun self-transformation, a thousand years away the crane still returns.
Go around the courtyard to count the new bamboo shoots, and untie the old fence to measure the growing pine trees.
Only the poems on the wall are there, and the dark dust and remaining ink linger.

4. 1178——1190 Mr. was between the ages of fifty-four and sixty-six, and was an official after returning to the East. [Chunxi (Xiaozong 1178-1189), Shaoxi (Guangzong 1190)]

Opposite the Moon in the Boat (1 In February 1178, at the age of fifty-four, Lu You was summoned to return east from Chengdu. This poem was written while passing Jiazhou to Chongqing ）

Hundreds of bottles of wine were carried in the state's travel boat, and he waved his sleeves to his old friend while drunk.

Yiyi can’t bear to say goodbye to me, who is like the half moon of Emei?

html It’s cold when I look out the boat window in January, and I’m about to wake up from the wine in Yuzhou.

The fishing wind is floating in the river sky, and the people are quiet and graceful.

Oh, the poem never sleeps when the moon fills the boat, the coldness penetrates my bones and I feel like a fairy.

There is no leakage everywhere in the human world. From time to time, there are sandbirds carrying boats on their backs.

Nanding Tower encountered heavy rain ( In February 1178, at the age of fifty-four, Lu You was called back east from Chengdu, passing through Luzhou, and climbed to Nanding Tower to write this article. )

Traveled from Liangzhou to Yizhou, this year Also travel to Lu.
Jiangshan repeatedly competed for the eyes, and the storm entered the building in disorder.
People say that Zhu Li meets the cave, and he sings songs and goes to Wuzhou.
The end of the world is stable and the heart is lazy. When you look at it, you feel at a loss but feel sad.

Chucheng (In February 1178, , was fifty-four years old, Lu You was summoned to return eastward from Chengdu, and arrived in Guizhou in early May. Chucheng faced it across the river.)

The deserted city on the river was sad, and it was across the river. Qu Yuan Temple.

It happened fifteen hundred years ago, but only the sound of the beach remains the same as before.

Initial appearance in Yiling (In February 1178, at the age of fifty-four, Lu You was summoned to return eastward from Chengdu and arrived at Yiling after the Dragon Boat Festival.)

Thunder agitated the riverside and people advocated heroism. Hundreds of beaches were exhausted and the road was lost.

The mountains are flat and the water is far away, and the earth is open and the sky is open.

A handsome falcon flies far away from the shore, and a big fish is ready to fly into the sky.

Do you know that you are in a happy place now? The yellow flag is dancing in the wind.

Stayed at Donglin Temple on June 14th ( In February of 1178, at the age of fifty-four, Lu You was called back east from Chengdu and wrote this poem when he passed through Jiujiang in June.)

After seeing thousands of peaks in the rivers and lakes, I don’t mind the cloud dream. Mustard my chest.
teases the moon before Xisai Mountain, come and listen to the bell in Donglin Temple.
How could a visitor from afar know that he would be here again? An old monk could remember the encounter in the past.
Who is sleeping soundly in the empty window and wakes up in surprise? There is no one in the wild and he is pounding himself at night.

Deng Shangxin Pavilion (In February 1178, at the age of fifty-four, Lu You was summoned to return eastward from Chengdu, and was commissioned by Jiankang.)

Shuzhan and Qinguan were passing by, but this year he took advantage of the prosperity and traveled eastward.
The whole family went down to Huangniu Gorge, half drunk, to look for Bailuzhou.
The clouds and melons on the dark river are raining, and the leaves and leaves of the stone are rustling in autumn.
The lonely minister is always worried about his wishes, and his tears are shed when he wants to move the capital.

Bo Gong'an County (Written in the autumn of 1178, at the age of fifty-four.)

How beautiful is the Qin Guan Shu Road! The policemen are returning from the ferry today.

The endless river meets the sky, and the sea breeze blows the moon constantly.

The boat curtains are rolled up and fireflies are buzzing, and apple blossoms are blooming under the dew in Shazhu.

The young Xu Guo suddenly grew old, and his heart broke and he mourned for a long time.

Two poems about listening to the rain on a winter night ( In the autumn of 1178, at the age of fifty-four, the poet returned to his hometown of Shanyin. )

Young people make friends with heroes, and their wonderful principles are always commented on.
When I grow old, I go to see the rainy night together, burning incense and lying down to listen to the sound of painted eaves.

Every detail around the eaves is like a musical instrument, and it is strange to listen to it in a quiet room with pillows.
I remember singing in Jincheng and blowing on the sea, and the rain on seven nights was unknown.

Ziyong Shike (Written in 1179, fifty-five years old, during the official tenure of Fuzhou Tea and Salt.)

Faded Xiao Xiao, the old county magistrate, Hongzhou and looked at Shangyuan lamp.

If you are shy, you will waste your time trying to find a ruler. If you would rather walk, you will gain a fortune.

Officials are familiar with pliers at the end of paper, and guests are encouraged to touch the edge of the bed. Do you know whether

has been reinstalled or not? Smilingly pointing to the ancient vines in Mount Lushan.

In the middle of the night on May 11th, I dreamed that Cong Dajia personally went on an expedition and returned to his hometown in the Han and Tang Dynasties. He saw that the people in the city were prosperous, and he said that it was "Xiliang Mansion". I was so happy that I immediately wrote a long sentence, and I realized that it was completed before it was finished. camp.

After five hundred years of indifference, the Holy Lord issued an edict to personally conquer the country.

The raging millions of people drive from Luan, and they spread the message to their hometown without labor.

Build the city without inserting new pictures, and line up the palace to declare amnesty.

The mountains and rivers of Han are as far as the eye can see, and the document was first written in the Chunxi year.

The Sixth Army marched in front of the beautiful scenery, and the autumn wind filled the sky with the sound of drums and horns.

There is a pavilion and curtains in front of the first clover peak, and the peaceful fire is on the Jiaohe River.

The daughter of Liangzhou is full of high-rise buildings, combing her hair like in Kyoto.

Yebo Water Village (Written in 1182, at the age of fifty-eight, Mr. Shi was in charge of the Jade Bureau of Chengdu. He worshiped at the temple and lived at home, lonely and boring.)

The arrows on the waist have withered for a long time, and the breath has not yet been recorded.

I am as worthy as the desert, how can you weep in the new pavilion?

If you serve your country, you will die thousands of times, and your temples will never be young again.

Remember the rivers and lakes boat place, lying down to hear the news and the wild geese falling into the cold pavilion.

Indignant (Written in the winter of 1183, at the age of fifty-nine.)

Today’s emperor Shenwu is Zhou Xuan, who wrote the chapter on the Southern and Northern Expeditions?

The celestial calendar of one family in the four seas, the mountains and rivers of Song Dynasty in hundreds of counties in the two rivers.

All gentlemen uphold peace and personal policies, and those with lofty ideals donate their youth in vain!

The snow in Jingluo disappears and spring comes again, Yongchang MausoleumThe grass is flourishing.

Shu Ang (Written in the spring of 1186, at the age of sixty-two, six years after the poet resigned from office, he began to serve as a court official and a powerful official in Yanzhou.)

When I was young, I knew that things were difficult in the world, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain.

Floor The boat was crossing Guazhou in the snowy night, and the iron horses dispersed in the strong autumn wind.

I walled the Great Wall and promised myself to be empty, but the faded hair on my temples was already stained in the mirror.

One of the true names in the world, no one can compare with him in thousands of years.

Spring Rain in Lin'an at the Beginning (Written in 1186, at the age of sixty-two, before going to Yanzhou to take office, he was summoned at an inn near the West Lake in Hangzhou.)

The world has been thin like gauze for many years. Who makes people ride in Beijing?

Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.

Low paper is laid out diagonally, grassing leisurely, and tea is served with fine breasts under the clear window.

Don’t sigh in plain clothes because of the dust, you will be home as early as the Qingming Festival.

Sudden Rise in the Snow, a play on the rise of the army, composed four poems (composed in 1186, when Yanzhou was sixty-two years old and took office.)

Lying down in fox fur, carrying a brocade camel cart, sober, his ice mustache is knotted with beads;

Three feet The riding whip is decorated with white jade, and the calligraphy is drawn in cursive military script in the snow.

The iron horse crossed the river and the wind broke the flesh, and the cloud ladder attacked the fortress and the snow leveled the trench.
The beasts are running and the birds are scattered. Why bother to chase them away? They kill the chanyu directly with the sword.

One hundred thousand brave men came out of the feather forest, and the murderous aura was layered in the sky.

The sandy soil of Sanggan is just covered with snow, which is not even ten feet deep in Youzhou.

One hundred thousand brave men came out of the feather forest, and the murderous aura was layered in the sky.

The sandy soil of Sanggan is just covered with snow, which is not even ten feet deep in Youzhou.

5. 1190——1210 Mr. was between the ages of sixty-six and eighty-six years old. He was once an official and retired to the Sanin period. [Shaoxi (Guangzong 1190-1194), Qingyuan (Ningzong 1195-1200), Jiatai (Ningzong 1201-1204), Kaixi (Ningzong 1205-1207), Jiading (Ningzong 1208-1208) —1210)】

I was inspired to compose a song after reading the poetry manuscript on the night of September 1st. Begging;

The strength is weak, the heart is discouraged, and the heart is self-conscious, and it is shameful to take a false name.
Forty soldiers were stationed in Nanzheng, and the army was feasting all night long.
A thousand steps are played to build a field, and thirty thousand horses are paraded in stables;

The building is filled with the sound of lanterns, Baochai dances brightly and illuminates the seats;

The pipa strings are rushing and the hail is chaotic, and the Jie drummers calm the wind and rain.
The poet Samadhi suddenly appeared in front of him, and Qu Jia was watching Yuan Lili.
Tianji Yunjin is used for me, and the beauty of cutting is not the knife and ruler.
There is no shortage of talents in the world, but they are not separated by heaven and earth.
It doesn't matter if we let the old man die, it's a pity that Guangling is gone.

Two poems composed on the 4th of November ( was composed in 1192, at the age of sixty-eight. )

Lying stiffly in a lonely village, not mourning for oneself, thinking of serving as a garrison for the country.
I lie down late at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse and the glacier fall into my dreams.

To the south of Yuji Temple, there is the Shen Family Garden. Forty years ago, I wrote a small poem on the wall. I come here again and again, but the garden has changed owners three times, and I feel sad when I read it (Written in 1192, at the age of sixty-eight.)

The maple leaves are beginning to turn yellow, and the river sun is worried about the new frost on the temples.
Lin Ting looks back with a sense of emptiness, who can say that the spring road is heartbreaking!

The drunken title on the bad wall is indistinct, and the broken clouds and dreams are vast. html In the past 7 years, all my delusions have been eliminated, and I return a stick of incense to the pouch niche!

In the early summer, walking on the waterway ()

There are few joys in the world when you grow old, and it is easy to return to spring again in one year.

The silky water shield is pressed in the city bridge, and the pod fertilizer is piled in the village store.

The orioles are murmuring in the wind beside the water, and the tobacco butterflies are flying all over the plain.

During the suburban trip, the slight heat has hit, and Xiao Litong changes into her clothes in the shade.

Two poems with feelings about the autumn night when the dawn comes out of the fence gate to welcome the coolness ( was written in 1193, when he was sixty-nine years old .)

Far away in the southwest of Han Dynasty, the neighbor's chicken crows again and again.

When the disease of ambition comes, all the desires are gone, and I scratch my head when I go out and feel miserable for the rest of my life.

Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and five thousand miles of mountains reach the sky.
The remaining people shed tears in the dust, and look south to Master Wang for another year.

The study room is bright and warm, and I dance there all day long. When I feel tired, I will go to the small garden with my stick and compose two long poems. Why do ordinary people have a predestined relationship?
Hundreds of trees used to boast about the ground, but now the window is like a pot of sky.
Meng Hui Orange is singing on the screen, and rain and plum blossoms are greeting me in front of the stick.
I am worried that I will be able to sleep peacefully in my house. I laugh and think about Ying and recall Pingquan.

A good night’s sleep is better than a massage, and the weather in October in the south of the Yangtze River is still peaceful.

If the double curtain is not rolled up, the fragrance will last for a long time, and the ancient inkstone will be slightly concave and gather a lot of ink.

html In January, I suddenly saw the shadow of plum blossoms coming out, and when the wind was high, I heard the sound of wild geese.

A cup of wine is too light for you to laugh, and I will buckle the song on the back of an ox.

On the pillow, it became (Written in the winter of 1195, at the age of seventy-one.)

The minister no longer wanted to repair the door, and he went to Huangye Village in Jiangtou.
When I am thirsty, I like to hear the raindrops. When I dream, I feel sad about the dim light.
Hetong's shape is better than Ning's and he gives up in the end? The scale of Zhou and Han Dynasties needs to be discussed in detail.
I hate myself as much as the geese in Yunji, but I can't live in the Central Plains even if I come from the south.

A small boat travels near the village, leaving the boat to return home. Four poems (Written in 1195, at the age of seventy-one.)

The setting sun is setting in the ancient willow Zhaojiazhuang, and a blind man with a drum is working.

Who can control what is right after death? The whole village heard about Cai Zhonglang.

On the night of June 24th, Meng Fan Zhineng, Li Zhiji, and You Yanzhi gathered together in Jiangting. They asked me to compose a poem to record the joy of the rivers and lakes. After completing the poem, I forgot the numbers. (written in 1196 Year, seventy-two years old)

The short woven rug of frost is exposed, floating in the light smoke.

Occasionally I passed by Ling City to look for friends in the stream, but I chose Pingting to lower my fishing tube.

The fragrance of white lotus flowers has just passed through the rain, and the red dragonflies are weak and unable to resist the wind.

Do you know anything about recent events in Wuzhong? Every family painted a ball fan and put the old man in front of them.

I wrote on the pillow ()

A quiet dream in a room could not come true, Gaocheng Chuan missed three updates.
The solitary lamp has no flame, and the rat comes out of the hole, and the dead leaves make the sound of the dog walking next to it.
I look forward to being like Meng Bo in my prime, but in my dying years I long for Chuping.
Otherwise, I would abandon my home and watch the moonlight on the vast pine river.

Feeling old on a snowy night (Written in 1197, seventy-three years old.)

Birch candles are fragrant in front of Jiangyue Pavilion, and the sound of piggybacking on Longmen Pavilion is long.
The ancient post in the chaotic mountains has three folds, and the small city and lonely city have two.
Even in his later years, he still thought about pommel and horse work. At that time, did he believe in Lao Gengsang?

The green and gold locks are all in the dust, and the snow is sprinkled with cold lights and there are several lines of tears.

Two poems about book indignation (composed in 1197, when he was seventy-three years old.)

White-haired Xiaoxiao lies in the middle of the lake, looking at the sky and the earth to judge his loyalty.

The poor and poor Su Wu has been eating for a long time, and his teeth are full of worry and anger.
Drizzle in Chunwu Shanglin Garden, Luoyang Palace in ruins at night.

Even if your ambition is not old enough, you will still be a ghost when you die.

In the mirror, my temples are frail with age, but my heart is still as good as a pill.

It is too late to stop trying, but the military uniform is narrow, and the grief and anger are still fighting for the sword.

After nearly ten years of garrison, the war against Gaolan was magnificent.

Guanhe has been full of things since ancient times, but who would have thought that it would be easy to see now!

Recalling the past (Written in 1197, at the age of seventy-three, when he was promoted to Chongyou Temple with the title of Zhongfeng Dafu.)

Recalling the past when he left Weibin from the army, the horses' heads were weeping over the remains of the people.
Roost in high tombs at night for astrological signs, and watch the dust from the chariot in the daytime.
The common goal is to chase away fame and fortune, but you don’t know that old age and illness only linger around. How can a frustrated person in this world shed tears while caressing the scroll in front of the
lamp?

The summer night is sleepless and rich. ()

The heavy rain has just passed and the sky is wet, and only dozens of stars have been upright.
Hungry falcons fly over the eaves, and cold fireflies fall into the water and shine.
The husband has no success and suddenly becomes the boss, the feathers of the arrows are withered and the edge of the sword is astringent.
Wandering around, about to fall asleep, I started to go again. At the third watch, I was still standing by the railing.

Living in seclusion in early summer ()

The Weng family is placed in a scenic spot of lakes and mountains, with a sloping path in the middle of the field under the shade of locust trees and willows.

When the water is full, sometimes I can watch herons, and there are frogs croaking everywhere in the deep grass.

The dragon has overgrown its branches, but the wooden pen is still in bloom.

Sighing that old people come and go, who will share the afternoon tea with each other?

Two Poems of Shen Garden (Written in 1199, seventy-five years old.)

The setting sun on the city has faded, and Shen Garden is no longer a restored pool platform.

The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, and it was once the shadow of a shocking moment.

Dreams have been broken for forty years, and fragrance has been sold for forty years, and the old willows in the garden have stopped blowing.

This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and its traces are still missing.

Mr. Chen Fuqing was the examiner of the Transport Department of Zhejiang and Zhejiang Provinces. At that time, Sun Yiyouwendian, the prime minister of Qin Dynasty, came to take the examination and he wanted to be the first choice. Fu Qing got the manuscript and was promoted to the first place. Qin was furious. As soon as I was deposed next year, my husband also experienced several crises. Occasionally, Duke Qin passed away, so he died. When I was old, I was studying old books and got handwritten notes from my husband. I recalled the past and wrote a long sentence to understand what happened. I don’t know how to collect it with tears. , the people looked at each empty group.
National subjects and heroes are the only heroes in the world. Who knows the elders of
’s underachievers? There is no place to send gentle words.
Self-pity is too dull to deserve true reward, and it is still heard all over the world for stealing a false reputation.

West Village (Written in 1200, seventy-six years old.)

A small peach garden deep in the chaotic mountains, knocking on the door for memories of past years.
The tall willow cluster bridge first turned around, and several houses near the water formed their own village.
The wind in the lush forest carries the whispers of birds, and the bad moss on the walls invades the ink marks.
A poem from the Qing Dynasty records the present and the past, written on the pillow at dusk with fine clouds and new moon

(composed in 1200, at the age of seventy-six.)

Xiaoxiao, with white hair, lies in a boat, and all the old generations of China and Korea died.

Thousands of miles away from the Guanhe River, I am alone in my pillow dream, the fifth watch is full of storms and autumn.

Zheng Qian laughed at himself because he was poor and indulged in drinking, so why not Li Guang, who is old and not married?

still has a youthful flavor, and Wu Jian wrote a sentence about sadness.

Plum Blossom Quatrains (Written in 1202, at the age of seventy-eight.)

I heard the plum blossoms blowing in the morning breeze, and snowdrifts filled the four mountains.

How can one transform into hundreds of billions? There is a man standing in front of a plum tree.

Sinan Zheng Junzhong on an autumn night (written in 1205, eighty-one years old.At that time, Han Yuzhou was preparing for the Northern Expedition, and this poem expressed his eager expectation. )

The original head of Wuzhang was fighting, and the autumn wind came to Yafu camp again.

In the past, it was like burying a sword and always thinking about it, but now it is idle and has no plan.

Why should we watch the Northern Expedition? Who can succeed Xiping?

I was so dizzy that I couldn't help but use the remaining lamp to refuse to illuminate.

Two poems written on the stream ()

The stick is white-headed by the sunset stream, and the broken fur is not mended and it is cold.

The silly and cool words on the stationery say that old age and illness are still a worry for the world. At the end of
, the secular mausoleum slowly became independent, and the elegance collapsed.

Shaoxing characters, who is there? Kong remembers when he picked up Junyou.

There is a white-haired old man in Xitou who has a lot of worries in his old age.

The setting sun on the mountain is green and green, and the crows are rising on the flat sand and the sky is black.
There is nothing to worry about in the world, and scholars have no place to be loyal.

I still care about Dongshan in July, and I can’t bear to sink into the wine cup.

Begonia Song ( was written in 1208, at the age of eighty-four.)

When I first came to Shu, my temples were not frosted, and I saw Begonias at Fanting in Nanchong;

Jade Rooster and Begonia are the most beautiful flowers in the world, their branches seem to be stained with orangutan blood;

Shu Ji’s beautiful makeup makes people feel colorless before the flowers.

The boat sailed eight thousand miles eastward, and the peaches and plums became slaves.

If the roots of Begonia were made removable, Yangzhou Peony would die of shame.

The wind and rain ruin the spring and the cuckoo cries, and the quilt is cold every night and dreams of returning to Shu.

How can one beg for immortality? A thousand years will not be enough.

Thoughts on admiring the peonies in the small garden (Crafted in 1209, at the age of eighty-five.)

The peonies in Luoyang are measured in diameter, and the peonies in the garden are more than ten feet high.
There are such beauties in the world. I always hate me.
The common people’s intentions are narrow and narrow, and they often say that what they don’t see is nothing.
The old capital of Zhou and Han Dynasty is not far away. It is safe to have a ruler and a basket to drive away the barbarians.

Shi'er (Written in 1209, at the age of eighty-five, before his death. It is a final work and a will.)

After death, I know that everything is in vain, but I am not as sad as Kyushu.
Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices.

(One theory is that Lu You died of illness on January 26, 1210, at the age of eighty-five; another "Chronology of Lu Fangweng" written by Zhao Yi says: "In 1209, Mr. Lu You finally returned home at the age of eighty-five. In that year there was " "Self-laughing". Note: On the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, Tang Mu massaged for half a day, and the first tooth fell out. After that, there are seven poems. It is unknown when the husband died. ")

Returned to Hanzhong (Written in October 1172, at the age of forty-eight.)

Yunzhan Pingshan read the moon tour, and the horse's hooves first happily trampled Liangzhou.
The Qin Yongchuan River is connected to the original strong land, and the Jing Yang River flows under the water day and night.
The remaining captives are cowardly and far away, and the lonely ministers are stubborn and worried about their own affairs.
Good times may cause hatred for others, but another autumn comes at the critical moment.

Encountering light rain on the Jianmen Road (Written in the winter of 1172, at the age of forty-eight.)

There are traces of dust and wine on the clothes,
Traveling far away leaves no trace of the soul.
Is this fit a poet?
Xiaoyu rides a donkey into Jianmen.

Written while drunk on March 17th (Written in 1173, at the age of forty-nine, at a stop on the way back from Shuzhou to Chengdu.)

The year before last, I had wandered into the East China Sea, and the white waves were as majestic as the mountains.
Last year, I shot tigers in the autumn of Nanshan. I returned home at night and my mink fur was covered with snow.
's decline this year is the most ridiculous, and I am ashamed to look at myself with my gray hair and pale face.
Who knew that one could go crazy after drinking wine, taking off his hat and shouting at others.
Ni Hu has not been extinguished and his heart has not calmed down. The lone sword on the bedside has a clanging sound.
broke the dream of the station and turned back the light to die. The window was opened and the wind and rain were at the third watch.

Feelings of nostalgia while drunk (Written in the autumn of 1173, at the age of forty-nine.)

The king remembered his name in his early years, but now he is haggard and visiting the border town.
The green shirt is still the old one, and the white hair is new from the sword.
The ancient garrison flags are dim in autumn, and the battles in Gaocheng are clear at night.
My ambition may not be completely gone, but I am drunk and listen to the sound of the sandalwood groove coming out.

Hu No Man (Written in 1173, at the age of forty-nine, when the author took photos of events in Jiazhou, Sichuan)

The beard is like a hedgehog's hair, and the face is like a purple stone prism.

My husband travels thousands of miles, and he is ready to take advantage of the storm.

Chasing after the moon in Qinghai, seizing the city and trampling on the ice of the Yellow River at night.

The rain rustles in Qi Qi in iron clothes, and the war drums rise with thunder.

In the middle of the night, the poor people send money down, and at dawn, the armor is like a hill.

China first met the sweat-blooded horse, and Dongyi paid tribute to the frost-haired eagle again.

The crowd is overcast, the sun is rising, and there is no one around. Song Zhongxing.

My husband reported that the owner had such a thing, and he laughed with his white head and window lights.

Gold and Staggered Swordsman (Written in 1173, at the age of forty-nine, while serving in Jiazhou.)

Gold and Staggered Swordsman, dressed in white jade, shines through the window at night.
The husband has not yet accomplished his fifty years of service, so he picks up a knife and takes care of Bahuang independently.
Jinghua makes friends with all kinds of wonderful people, and they live and die together in harmony with each other.
is shameless and nameless in the history of thousands of years, and repays the emperor with a heart of loyalty.
You came to join the army in Hanbin, and Nanshan was covered with snow and jade.
woohoo! Although the three households of Chu were able to destroy Qin, how could China be empty and deserted?

Banquet at the West Tower (Written in 1174, when he was fifty years old, when the author took charge of the governorship of Shuzhou.)

The ruins of the West Tower are still majestic, and the splendid shengxiao is in the air.
Thousands of miles have followed the rules and become a long-term guest, and it is easy and autumn breeze every year.
The low candlelight reflects the beauty of the pearls, and the wine faints and the jade cheeks turn red.
It’s even more lovely to welcome the cool weather on the way back, and the moon is just above the Maha Pond.

Pregnancy in Wuzhong on an autumn night ( was written in 1174, at the age of fifty, after leaving Shuzhou tongxuan..)

I read the Songs of Chu on an autumn night, and the ancients did not deceive me.

It is even more worthy of being a mountain climbing place near the water. It is the time when people live in floating homes.

Ba wine can't eliminate the hatred of guests, and Shu Wu Kong knows the return date.

The smoke and willows in Baqiao know the limit. Who would like to send one to passers-by.

Chang Ge Xing (Written in 1174, at the age of 50, when the poet left Shuzhou and lived in the monks' dormitory in Anfuyuan, Chengdu.)

Chengdu Daye ( was written in the autumn of 1175, at the age of fifty-one, when the poet was appointed as a counselor of the Sichuan Zhizhi Department by Fan Chengda, and participated in the Chengdu Military Parade.)

The Qianbu Stadium is fresh and fresh, and the western mountains can be seen in the distance.
The order passed by Peng Powai in the snow mountains, and the sound shocked the banks of Qinchuan and Wei Rivers.
The foot of the flag makes shadows when it leans against the wind, and the horse's hooves are not stained by the rain.
belongs to the category of trousers, don't hate it too much, it has been a long time since the Confucian crown has been mistaken for this body.

Pair of Wine (Written in 1176, at the age of fifty-two, when he was a member of Fan Cheng’s staff.)

Idle sorrow is like snow, which melts away when you drink wine.

The flowers are as beautiful as old friends, and the cup will be empty when you smile.

The wandering oriole also misses me if she is affectionate, and cries in the spring breeze all day long by the willow.

In less than fourteen years in Chang'an, drunkards often become old men.

The nine-ring treasure belt shines brightly, it is not as good as leaving you with rosy cheeks.

Chuncan (Written in the late spring of 1176, at the age of fifty-two, when he was the counselor of the Chengdu Fulu Appeasement Department and the counselor of the Sichuan Envoy Department. He was a sinecure.)

Seeing off Luohui in front of Shijing Mountain, Chuncan returned to his hometown with great pleasure. .
A strong man in peacetime will grow old without merit, and a man who goes on an expedition in the countryside will have a dream to return home.
Alfalfa seedlings have invaded Guandaohe, and turnip flowers have rarely entered the wheat fields.
When I am tired of wandering, I am so devastated by laughter. Who remembers the drunken eagle attacking?

htmlJanuary Xia Zui Ti ( was written in 1176, at the age of fifty-two. In the spring of this year, the poet was still serving as a counselor of the Sichuan Envoy Department. He was dismissed in June and received a salary in the name of being in charge of Tongbai Temple in Taizhou, and remained in Chengdu. )

The flying yellow swans are so hungry, why do I want to laugh at myself?

The hero who grows vegetables behind closed doors is old, but it is too late to think about fish and wealth.

He planned to go into the mountains to follow Li Guang in life, but he wanted to leave the tomb close to him in death.

A bottle of Nanlouyue was drunk, and I sighed with emotion for fear of being too sad.

Written while Drunk at Jianglou (Written in Chengdu in 1177 at the age of fifty-three, when the poet was exempted from the appointment of Zhi Jiazhou because he was jealous of those in power.)

A feast at Jianglou was dripping with wine, and he held a candle and waved his energy to Qiu.
In the sky, I only hear the stars drinking wine, but on earth I would rather have the earth to bury my worries.
I hope that Li Guang will be famous as a flying general, but I will admire Liu Ling and give him to Zuihou.
The drama beauty smiles frequently, she has stayed in Jincheng for six years.

Practicing Shooting on the Wanli Bridge River ( was created in the spring of 1177, at the age of fifty-three, watching the practice scene on the Wanli Bridge River. )

The slope of Long Rutao tilts northeastward, and the Hu bed is used to watch shooting in the clear spring.
The gentle wind gradually reduces the power of the carved bow, and the sound of arrows can be heard far away in the wild.
The spear in the sky can be dropped, and the fox and rabbit in the grass do not need to be alarmed.
Before her husband died, who could have guessed that he would be able to conquer hundreds of cities in one fell swoop?

Climb to the north gate of the city in the autumn evening (Written in September 1177, at the age of fifty-three.)

At the head of the north city with a scarf and quinoa staff, the westerly wind sweeps the ground and fills the eyes with sorrow.
A little beacon spreads the pass letter, and two rows of wild geese lead Du Lingqiu.
Mountains and rivers rise and fall, and people scratch their heads, and people who are in danger of life lean on the building.
Hengshang's poems are not the same as before, and the soul of dreams still lingers in ancient Liangzhou.

Climb to the Xian platform ()

html The 7-story platform is misty and overwhelms the city wall, leaning on a stick to watch the mighty spring.
Let go of the thousand-mile sight before the bottle, wash away the empty clothes and collect the dust for ten years.
The lingering water embraces the peaceful spirit, and the distant mountains are like borrowing people.
is even more happy that the intrigue is gone, and the gulls and herons are also making love on the beach.

Guan Shanyue ( was written in 1177, fifty-three years old .)

He was under the imperial edict for fifteen years, and the general was on the border without fighting.
The noble family sings and dances, and the stable horses are fat and dead, and their bows have broken strings.
The battles in the Rong Tower urge the moon to fall. I joined the army at thirty and now my hair is gray.
Who knows the ambition in the flute? The sky above the sand head is looking for human bones.
The war in the Central Plains has been heard since ancient times. How can it be passed down to the descendants of Hu?
The survivors endured death in hope of recovery, and shed tears in several places tonight.

Apartment and post house ()

The ancient post in Xianfang is covered with red leaves, and the guest's clothes are blooming in the open hall.
Ninety thousand miles in the middle of the Kun self-transformation, a thousand years away the crane still returns.
Go around the courtyard to count the new bamboo shoots, and untie the old fence to measure the growing pine trees.
Only the poems on the wall are there, and the dark dust and remaining ink linger.

4. 1178——1190 Mr. was between the ages of fifty-four and sixty-six, and was an official after returning to the East. [Chunxi (Xiaozong 1178-1189), Shaoxi (Guangzong 1190)]

Opposite the Moon in the Boat (1 In February 1178, at the age of fifty-four, Lu You was summoned to return east from Chengdu. This poem was written while passing Jiazhou to Chongqing ）

Hundreds of bottles of wine were carried in the state's travel boat, and he waved his sleeves to his old friend while drunk.

Yiyi can’t bear to say goodbye to me, who is like the half moon of Emei?

html It’s cold when I look out the boat window in January, and I’m about to wake up from the wine in Yuzhou.

The fishing wind is floating in the river sky, and the people are quiet and graceful.

Oh, the poem never sleeps when the moon fills the boat, the coldness penetrates my bones and I feel like a fairy.

There is no leakage everywhere in the human world. From time to time, there are sandbirds carrying boats on their backs.

Nanding Tower encountered heavy rain ( In February 1178, at the age of fifty-four, Lu You was called back east from Chengdu, passing through Luzhou, and climbed to Nanding Tower to write this article. )

Traveled from Liangzhou to Yizhou, this year Also travel to Lu.
Jiangshan repeatedly competed for the eyes, and the storm entered the building in disorder.
People say that Zhu Li meets the cave, and he sings songs and goes to Wuzhou.
The end of the world is stable and the heart is lazy. When you look at it, you feel at a loss but feel sad.

Chucheng (In February 1178, , was fifty-four years old, Lu You was summoned to return eastward from Chengdu, and arrived in Guizhou in early May. Chucheng faced it across the river.)

The deserted city on the river was sad, and it was across the river. Qu Yuan Temple.

It happened fifteen hundred years ago, but only the sound of the beach remains the same as before.

Initial appearance in Yiling (In February 1178, at the age of fifty-four, Lu You was summoned to return eastward from Chengdu and arrived at Yiling after the Dragon Boat Festival.)

Thunder agitated the riverside and people advocated heroism. Hundreds of beaches were exhausted and the road was lost.

The mountains are flat and the water is far away, and the earth is open and the sky is open.

A handsome falcon flies far away from the shore, and a big fish is ready to fly into the sky.

Do you know that you are in a happy place now? The yellow flag is dancing in the wind.

Stayed at Donglin Temple on June 14th ( In February of 1178, at the age of fifty-four, Lu You was called back east from Chengdu and wrote this poem when he passed through Jiujiang in June.)

After seeing thousands of peaks in the rivers and lakes, I don’t mind the cloud dream. Mustard my chest.
teases the moon before Xisai Mountain, come and listen to the bell in Donglin Temple.
How could a visitor from afar know that he would be here again? An old monk could remember the encounter in the past.
Who is sleeping soundly in the empty window and wakes up in surprise? There is no one in the wild and he is pounding himself at night.

Deng Shangxin Pavilion (In February 1178, at the age of fifty-four, Lu You was summoned to return eastward from Chengdu, and was commissioned by Jiankang.)

Shuzhan and Qinguan were passing by, but this year he took advantage of the prosperity and traveled eastward.
The whole family went down to Huangniu Gorge, half drunk, to look for Bailuzhou.
The clouds and melons on the dark river are raining, and the leaves and leaves of the stone are rustling in autumn.
The lonely minister is always worried about his wishes, and his tears are shed when he wants to move the capital.

Bo Gong'an County (Written in the autumn of 1178, at the age of fifty-four.)

How beautiful is the Qin Guan Shu Road! The policemen are returning from the ferry today.

The endless river meets the sky, and the sea breeze blows the moon constantly.

The boat curtains are rolled up and fireflies are buzzing, and apple blossoms are blooming under the dew in Shazhu.

The young Xu Guo suddenly grew old, and his heart broke and he mourned for a long time.

Two poems about listening to the rain on a winter night ( In the autumn of 1178, at the age of fifty-four, the poet returned to his hometown of Shanyin. )

Young people make friends with heroes, and their wonderful principles are always commented on.
When I grow old, I go to see the rainy night together, burning incense and lying down to listen to the sound of painted eaves.

Every detail around the eaves is like a musical instrument, and it is strange to listen to it in a quiet room with pillows.
I remember singing in Jincheng and blowing on the sea, and the rain on seven nights was unknown.

Ziyong Shike (Written in 1179, fifty-five years old, during the official tenure of Fuzhou Tea and Salt.)

Faded Xiao Xiao, the old county magistrate, Hongzhou and looked at Shangyuan lamp.

If you are shy, you will waste your time trying to find a ruler. If you would rather walk, you will gain a fortune.

Officials are familiar with pliers at the end of paper, and guests are encouraged to touch the edge of the bed. Do you know whether

has been reinstalled or not? Smilingly pointing to the ancient vines in Mount Lushan.

In the middle of the night on May 11th, I dreamed that Cong Dajia personally went on an expedition and returned to his hometown in the Han and Tang Dynasties. He saw that the people in the city were prosperous, and he said that it was "Xiliang Mansion". I was so happy that I immediately wrote a long sentence, and I realized that it was completed before it was finished. camp.

After five hundred years of indifference, the Holy Lord issued an edict to personally conquer the country.

The raging millions of people drive from Luan, and they spread the message to their hometown without labor.

Build the city without inserting new pictures, and line up the palace to declare amnesty.

The mountains and rivers of Han are as far as the eye can see, and the document was first written in the Chunxi year.

The Sixth Army marched in front of the beautiful scenery, and the autumn wind filled the sky with the sound of drums and horns.

There is a pavilion and curtains in front of the first clover peak, and the peaceful fire is on the Jiaohe River.

The daughter of Liangzhou is full of high-rise buildings, combing her hair like in Kyoto.

Yebo Water Village (Written in 1182, at the age of fifty-eight, Mr. Shi was in charge of the Jade Bureau of Chengdu. He worshiped at the temple and lived at home, lonely and boring.)

The arrows on the waist have withered for a long time, and the breath has not yet been recorded.

I am as worthy as the desert, how can you weep in the new pavilion?

If you serve your country, you will die thousands of times, and your temples will never be young again.

Remember the rivers and lakes boat place, lying down to hear the news and the wild geese falling into the cold pavilion.

Indignant (Written in the winter of 1183, at the age of fifty-nine.)

Today’s emperor Shenwu is Zhou Xuan, who wrote the chapter on the Southern and Northern Expeditions?

The celestial calendar of one family in the four seas, the mountains and rivers of Song Dynasty in hundreds of counties in the two rivers.

All gentlemen uphold peace and personal policies, and those with lofty ideals donate their youth in vain!

The snow in Jingluo disappears and spring comes again, Yongchang MausoleumThe grass is flourishing.

Shu Ang (Written in the spring of 1186, at the age of sixty-two, six years after the poet resigned from office, he began to serve as a court official and a powerful official in Yanzhou.)

When I was young, I knew that things were difficult in the world, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain.

Floor The boat was crossing Guazhou in the snowy night, and the iron horses dispersed in the strong autumn wind.

I walled the Great Wall and promised myself to be empty, but the faded hair on my temples was already stained in the mirror.

One of the true names in the world, no one can compare with him in thousands of years.

Spring Rain in Lin'an at the Beginning (Written in 1186, at the age of sixty-two, before going to Yanzhou to take office, he was summoned at an inn near the West Lake in Hangzhou.)

The world has been thin like gauze for many years. Who makes people ride in Beijing?

Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.

Low paper is laid out diagonally, grassing leisurely, and tea is served with fine breasts under the clear window.

Don’t sigh in plain clothes because of the dust, you will be home as early as the Qingming Festival.

Sudden Rise in the Snow, a play on the rise of the army, composed four poems (composed in 1186, when Yanzhou was sixty-two years old and took office.)

Lying down in fox fur, carrying a brocade camel cart, sober, his ice mustache is knotted with beads;

Three feet The riding whip is decorated with white jade, and the calligraphy is drawn in cursive military script in the snow.

The iron horse crossed the river and the wind broke the flesh, and the cloud ladder attacked the fortress and the snow leveled the trench.
The beasts are running and the birds are scattered. Why bother to chase them away? They kill the chanyu directly with the sword.

One hundred thousand brave men came out of the feather forest, and the murderous aura was layered in the sky.

The sandy soil of Sanggan is just covered with snow, which is not even ten feet deep in Youzhou.

One hundred thousand brave men came out of the feather forest, and the murderous aura was layered in the sky.

The sandy soil of Sanggan is just covered with snow, which is not even ten feet deep in Youzhou.

5. 1190——1210 Mr. was between the ages of sixty-six and eighty-six years old. He was once an official and retired to the Sanin period. [Shaoxi (Guangzong 1190-1194), Qingyuan (Ningzong 1195-1200), Jiatai (Ningzong 1201-1204), Kaixi (Ningzong 1205-1207), Jiading (Ningzong 1208-1208) —1210)】

I was inspired to compose a song after reading the poetry manuscript on the night of September 1st. Begging;

The strength is weak, the heart is discouraged, and the heart is self-conscious, and it is shameful to take a false name.
Forty soldiers were stationed in Nanzheng, and the army was feasting all night long.
A thousand steps are played to build a field, and thirty thousand horses are paraded in stables;

The building is filled with the sound of lanterns, Baochai dances brightly and illuminates the seats;

The pipa strings are rushing and the hail is chaotic, and the Jie drummers calm the wind and rain.
The poet Samadhi suddenly appeared in front of him, and Qu Jia was watching Yuan Lili.
Tianji Yunjin is used for me, and the beauty of cutting is not the knife and ruler.
There is no shortage of talents in the world, but they are not separated by heaven and earth.
It doesn't matter if we let the old man die, it's a pity that Guangling is gone.

Two poems composed on the 4th of November ( was composed in 1192, at the age of sixty-eight. )

Lying stiffly in a lonely village, not mourning for oneself, thinking of serving as a garrison for the country.
I lie down late at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse and the glacier fall into my dreams.

To the south of Yuji Temple, there is the Shen Family Garden. Forty years ago, I wrote a small poem on the wall. I come here again and again, but the garden has changed owners three times, and I feel sad when I read it (Written in 1192, at the age of sixty-eight.)

The maple leaves are beginning to turn yellow, and the river sun is worried about the new frost on the temples.
Lin Ting looks back with a sense of emptiness, who can say that the spring road is heartbreaking!

The drunken title on the bad wall is indistinct, and the broken clouds and dreams are vast. html In the past 7 years, all my delusions have been eliminated, and I return a stick of incense to the pouch niche!

In the early summer, walking on the waterway ()

There are few joys in the world when you grow old, and it is easy to return to spring again in one year.

The silky water shield is pressed in the city bridge, and the pod fertilizer is piled in the village store.

The orioles are murmuring in the wind beside the water, and the tobacco butterflies are flying all over the plain.

During the suburban trip, the slight heat has hit, and Xiao Litong changes into her clothes in the shade.

Two poems with feelings about the autumn night when the dawn comes out of the fence gate to welcome the coolness ( was written in 1193, when he was sixty-nine years old .)

Far away in the southwest of Han Dynasty, the neighbor's chicken crows again and again.

When the disease of ambition comes, all the desires are gone, and I scratch my head when I go out and feel miserable for the rest of my life.

Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and five thousand miles of mountains reach the sky.
The remaining people shed tears in the dust, and look south to Master Wang for another year.

The study room is bright and warm, and I dance there all day long. When I feel tired, I will go to the small garden with my stick and compose two long poems. Why do ordinary people have a predestined relationship?
Hundreds of trees used to boast about the ground, but now the window is like a pot of sky.
Meng Hui Orange is singing on the screen, and rain and plum blossoms are greeting me in front of the stick.
I am worried that I will be able to sleep peacefully in my house. I laugh and think about Ying and recall Pingquan.

A good night’s sleep is better than a massage, and the weather in October in the south of the Yangtze River is still peaceful.

If the double curtain is not rolled up, the fragrance will last for a long time, and the ancient inkstone will be slightly concave and gather a lot of ink.

html In January, I suddenly saw the shadow of plum blossoms coming out, and when the wind was high, I heard the sound of wild geese.

A cup of wine is too light for you to laugh, and I will buckle the song on the back of an ox.

On the pillow, it became (Written in the winter of 1195, at the age of seventy-one.)

The minister no longer wanted to repair the door, and he went to Huangye Village in Jiangtou.
When I am thirsty, I like to hear the raindrops. When I dream, I feel sad about the dim light.
Hetong's shape is better than Ning's and he gives up in the end? The scale of Zhou and Han Dynasties needs to be discussed in detail.
I hate myself as much as the geese in Yunji, but I can't live in the Central Plains even if I come from the south.

A small boat travels near the village, leaving the boat to return home. Four poems (Written in 1195, at the age of seventy-one.)

The setting sun is setting in the ancient willow Zhaojiazhuang, and a blind man with a drum is working.

Who can control what is right after death? The whole village heard about Cai Zhonglang.

On the night of June 24th, Meng Fan Zhineng, Li Zhiji, and You Yanzhi gathered together in Jiangting. They asked me to compose a poem to record the joy of the rivers and lakes. After completing the poem, I forgot the numbers. (written in 1196 Year, seventy-two years old)

The short woven rug of frost is exposed, floating in the light smoke.

Occasionally I passed by Ling City to look for friends in the stream, but I chose Pingting to lower my fishing tube.

The fragrance of white lotus flowers has just passed through the rain, and the red dragonflies are weak and unable to resist the wind.

Do you know anything about recent events in Wuzhong? Every family painted a ball fan and put the old man in front of them.

I wrote on the pillow ()

A quiet dream in a room could not come true, Gaocheng Chuan missed three updates.
The solitary lamp has no flame, and the rat comes out of the hole, and the dead leaves make the sound of the dog walking next to it.
I look forward to being like Meng Bo in my prime, but in my dying years I long for Chuping.
Otherwise, I would abandon my home and watch the moonlight on the vast pine river.

Feeling old on a snowy night (Written in 1197, seventy-three years old.)

Birch candles are fragrant in front of Jiangyue Pavilion, and the sound of piggybacking on Longmen Pavilion is long.
The ancient post in the chaotic mountains has three folds, and the small city and lonely city have two.
Even in his later years, he still thought about pommel and horse work. At that time, did he believe in Lao Gengsang?

The green and gold locks are all in the dust, and the snow is sprinkled with cold lights and there are several lines of tears.

Two poems about book indignation (composed in 1197, when he was seventy-three years old.)

White-haired Xiaoxiao lies in the middle of the lake, looking at the sky and the earth to judge his loyalty.

The poor and poor Su Wu has been eating for a long time, and his teeth are full of worry and anger.
Drizzle in Chunwu Shanglin Garden, Luoyang Palace in ruins at night.

Even if your ambition is not old enough, you will still be a ghost when you die.

In the mirror, my temples are frail with age, but my heart is still as good as a pill.

It is too late to stop trying, but the military uniform is narrow, and the grief and anger are still fighting for the sword.

After nearly ten years of garrison, the war against Gaolan was magnificent.

Guanhe has been full of things since ancient times, but who would have thought that it would be easy to see now!

Recalling the past (Written in 1197, at the age of seventy-three, when he was promoted to Chongyou Temple with the title of Zhongfeng Dafu.)

Recalling the past when he left Weibin from the army, the horses' heads were weeping over the remains of the people.
Roost in high tombs at night for astrological signs, and watch the dust from the chariot in the daytime.
The common goal is to chase away fame and fortune, but you don’t know that old age and illness only linger around. How can a frustrated person in this world shed tears while caressing the scroll in front of the
lamp?

The summer night is sleepless and rich. ()

The heavy rain has just passed and the sky is wet, and only dozens of stars have been upright.
Hungry falcons fly over the eaves, and cold fireflies fall into the water and shine.
The husband has no success and suddenly becomes the boss, the feathers of the arrows are withered and the edge of the sword is astringent.
Wandering around, about to fall asleep, I started to go again. At the third watch, I was still standing by the railing.

Living in seclusion in early summer ()

The Weng family is placed in a scenic spot of lakes and mountains, with a sloping path in the middle of the field under the shade of locust trees and willows.

When the water is full, sometimes I can watch herons, and there are frogs croaking everywhere in the deep grass.

The dragon has overgrown its branches, but the wooden pen is still in bloom.

Sighing that old people come and go, who will share the afternoon tea with each other?

Two Poems of Shen Garden (Written in 1199, seventy-five years old.)

The setting sun on the city has faded, and Shen Garden is no longer a restored pool platform.

The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, and it was once the shadow of a shocking moment.

Dreams have been broken for forty years, and fragrance has been sold for forty years, and the old willows in the garden have stopped blowing.

This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and its traces are still missing.

Mr. Chen Fuqing was the examiner of the Transport Department of Zhejiang and Zhejiang Provinces. At that time, Sun Yiyouwendian, the prime minister of Qin Dynasty, came to take the examination and he wanted to be the first choice. Fu Qing got the manuscript and was promoted to the first place. Qin was furious. As soon as I was deposed next year, my husband also experienced several crises. Occasionally, Duke Qin passed away, so he died. When I was old, I was studying old books and got handwritten notes from my husband. I recalled the past and wrote a long sentence to understand what happened. I don’t know how to collect it with tears. , the people looked at each empty group.
National subjects and heroes are the only heroes in the world. Who knows the elders of
’s underachievers? There is no place to send gentle words.
Self-pity is too dull to deserve true reward, and it is still heard all over the world for stealing a false reputation.

West Village (Written in 1200, seventy-six years old.)

A small peach garden deep in the chaotic mountains, knocking on the door for memories of past years.
The tall willow cluster bridge first turned around, and several houses near the water formed their own village.
The wind in the lush forest carries the whispers of birds, and the bad moss on the walls invades the ink marks.
A poem from the Qing Dynasty records the present and the past, written on the pillow at dusk with fine clouds and new moon

(composed in 1200, at the age of seventy-six.)

Xiaoxiao, with white hair, lies in a boat, and all the old generations of China and Korea died.

Thousands of miles away from the Guanhe River, I am alone in my pillow dream, the fifth watch is full of storms and autumn.

Zheng Qian laughed at himself because he was poor and indulged in drinking, so why not Li Guang, who is old and not married?

still has a youthful flavor, and Wu Jian wrote a sentence about sadness.

Plum Blossom Quatrains (Written in 1202, at the age of seventy-eight.)

I heard the plum blossoms blowing in the morning breeze, and snowdrifts filled the four mountains.

How can one transform into hundreds of billions? There is a man standing in front of a plum tree.

Sinan Zheng Junzhong on an autumn night (written in 1205, eighty-one years old.At that time, Han Yuzhou was preparing for the Northern Expedition, and this poem expressed his eager expectation. )

The original head of Wuzhang was fighting, and the autumn wind came to Yafu camp again.

In the past, it was like burying a sword and always thinking about it, but now it is idle and has no plan.

Why should we watch the Northern Expedition? Who can succeed Xiping?

I was so dizzy that I couldn't help but use the remaining lamp to refuse to illuminate.

Two poems written on the stream ()

The stick is white-headed by the sunset stream, and the broken fur is not mended and it is cold.

The silly and cool words on the stationery say that old age and illness are still a worry for the world. At the end of
, the secular mausoleum slowly became independent, and the elegance collapsed.

Shaoxing characters, who is there? Kong remembers when he picked up Junyou.

There is a white-haired old man in Xitou who has a lot of worries in his old age.

The setting sun on the mountain is green and green, and the crows are rising on the flat sand and the sky is black.
There is nothing to worry about in the world, and scholars have no place to be loyal.

I still care about Dongshan in July, and I can’t bear to sink into the wine cup.

Begonia Song ( was written in 1208, at the age of eighty-four.)

When I first came to Shu, my temples were not frosted, and I saw Begonias at Fanting in Nanchong;

Jade Rooster and Begonia are the most beautiful flowers in the world, their branches seem to be stained with orangutan blood;

Shu Ji’s beautiful makeup makes people feel colorless before the flowers.

The boat sailed eight thousand miles eastward, and the peaches and plums became slaves.

If the roots of Begonia were made removable, Yangzhou Peony would die of shame.

The wind and rain ruin the spring and the cuckoo cries, and the quilt is cold every night and dreams of returning to Shu.

How can one beg for immortality? A thousand years will not be enough.

Thoughts on admiring the peonies in the small garden (Crafted in 1209, at the age of eighty-five.)

The peonies in Luoyang are measured in diameter, and the peonies in the garden are more than ten feet high.
There are such beauties in the world. I always hate me.
The common people’s intentions are narrow and narrow, and they often say that what they don’t see is nothing.
The old capital of Zhou and Han Dynasty is not far away. It is safe to have a ruler and a basket to drive away the barbarians.

Shi'er (Written in 1209, at the age of eighty-five, before his death. It is a final work and a will.)

After death, I know that everything is in vain, but I am not as sad as Kyushu.
Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices.

(One theory is that Lu You died of illness on January 26, 1210, at the age of eighty-five; another "Chronology of Lu Fangweng" written by Zhao Yi says: "In 1209, Mr. Lu You finally returned home at the age of eighty-five. In that year there was " "Self-laughing". Note: On the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, Tang Mu massaged for half a day, and the first tooth fell out. After that, there are seven poems. It is unknown when the husband died. ")