Wu Zao (1799 ~ 1862), female, character Pingxiang, self-titled Yu Cen Zi, Zhejiang Renhe (now Hangzhou) people, Qing Dynasty famous female composer and lyricist.
Young and studious, long is brazen in words, and exquisite in painting, trying to write and drink and read riot maps. The self-made music house, known as Qiao Ying, Wuzhong good deeds were orchestrated and sung for a while. After moving to the South Lake, Yan Qi's room was known as Xiangnan Xuebeilu, painting a small shadow of himself as a man, entrusting his name to Xie Shucai, and he did not have the feeling of being a bad King Lang. His father and husband are both engaged in jia, and neither family has a reader, but is a unique show.
He is the author of a volume of "Flower Curtain Words", a volume of "Xiangnan Xuebei Words", "Drinking and Reading Riot Songs", "Flower Curtain Book house poems" and so on.
【Autumn Snow Fishing Village】
Reed Ming Hanzhu, Pine Dark Grass Hall.
Xixi has good smoke and water, and there is this fishing village.
Build a gull house and plant crane grain in separate fields.
Three hundred plum blossom trees, clear snow and floating fragrance.
【Longjing Road Middle】
A path of wind and wind, the spring sounds of stone rocks.
Bamboo forest autumn shoots thin, moss late flower fat.
Under the rain and red sunshine, the smoke and green feathers fly.
The pine blossoms are fragrant, and the robes are also re-arranged.
【Early summer residence in Juri Lake Zhao Family Villa · Part II】
Yuju Wine Market went to Guchun, and returned to the new Xieyang painting book.
The night and the moon are played with high strings, and there are many people leaning on the lake.
【Cui Shu Garden】
The clouds are full of water, and the twelve bicheng springs are dried up.
Long Zhongfeng Moon True Celebrity, Lin Xiaxia Pi Beauty.
Lying moss stele dusk willow is, across the lake flower tree Orchidin.
Yuanchuan asked Wang Mojie that Jin Su Rulai was a descendant.
【West Lake Spring】
Once again, I chanted through Penglai.
The spring swallow warblers cry away, and the mountain dragon flies and dances.
It is a painting building with weeping willows and several kasuka wildflowers.
The old tour traces are revisited, and the red carved fence is green and mossy.
【Huan Xi Sha · A Volume of Departure from the Riot One Volume of Scriptures】
One scroll after another. Ten years of heart and mind ten years of lights. A few autumn sounds on the banana leaves.
If you want to cry, you can't laugh, and you have no choice but to learn to forget your feelings. To be wrong is to say smart.
【Wave Taosha, Weeping Willow Green Tritium】
Weeping willow green tritium. Rain wash smoke contains. The sky is full of flowers. I remember that the painting boat used to carry wine, drums in Jiangnan.
Sleep folding cloud hairpin. Timidly try on a single shirt. A spring of hard work is like a red silkworm. Three cases of three sleeps, three months of illness, too serious three.
【Dong Xian Ge Shan Shan Bone】
Shanshan is a bone, like a bicheng fairy. A smile meets a faint forgetfulness. The town leans on the bamboo, the green sleeves are cold, the empty valley, meet a nong ghost.
Lan Ming took a low picture, gambled on wine and commented on poetry, and sang Jiangnan's broken intestines. The same sweeping eyebrows, partial to my madness, to dissipate, jade people's hearts. It is desert and smoke waves, waiting to buy a red boat and carry Qing qing with me.
【Milk Swallow Fly, Don't Believe in Sorrow Comes Early】
Unbelief comes early. Self-generating, co-shadow-like, clinging to each other. A little spirit root is everywhere, read all the ancient orders who sweep. Ask scattered, a few embraces. Haoshi sang the tears of his children, and he was more literate and sick. Sensibility, i.e. homophony.
There is still some spare material to help worry. The end of the world, the dawn of the wind and the moon, the sunset grass. I have also asked the fallen, and this taste has been tasted. Sooner or later, how much more will be added. The brow under his eyes could not bear it, and he groaned to the screen window and the pipe. Type one and write a sad draft.
【Manjiang Hong, West Lake Yonggu Ten Songs· Third Qixialing Yue Wumu King】
Bloody battle in the Central Plains, hanging inexhaustible, loyal soul hard. They have seen each other, the flag is pointed north, and the crown is crossed south. Half of the wall warbler flowers sky water blue, ten surrounding pine cypress cloud mountain ancient. The saddest, the cup of wine failed to pay, Huanglong Province.
The gold medal is urgent, no one is blocked. Jin Ou is missing, who will make up for it. But in the pot of gold, I am afraid of passing on the golden drum. The corner reading stele is obliquely cold, and the tomb door is cast iron spring mud. Incense, years of worship, Qixia Road.
【Golden Wisp Song , Sullen Breathing Heaven Says]
Sullen exhaled to heaven. Ask the heavens, the living people in the world, endure the erosion? From ancient times, it is difficult to dispel arrogance, and only books are empty and aggressive. I am self-examination and reading poems with broken intestines. Seeing sadness turning the sky laughing, laughing openly, sad is my family's thing! All merged, pen end knot.
Heroes and children are no different. Sighing, ending an example, tears are blood. Wait to put the tenderness down lightly, do not sing the willow side wind and moon; and rectify, copper lute iron dial. After reading "Leaving the Troubles", he also drank wine and went to Dajiangdong to sing the remnants. The sound was suppressed early, and the blue clouds cracked.
【Kako, Long Night】
The long night is long, and the leaves are falling. Paper windows, don't stop the wind knocking. The tea is warm and cold, and the incense of the furnace is dark. The small courtyard is empty, the double doors are hidden, and a lamp is picked.
Sorrow is also difficult to throw away, and dreams are also difficult to move. It's boring to sleep. The bleak situation is this evening. There are leaks and heavy sounds, the bells are bitter, and the geese are high.
【Strange Flowers, Dust Splashing】
The dust is blowing, the east wind is blowing, and the silk is chaotic. Small stay in the West Lake, afraid to see a lake of spring color. Yu Xiao hissed over the outside of the Red Chamber, how many incense cars were oily walls. Want to condense the makeup embroidery cabinet, explore the fang early, a few will rest.
Around the Causeway. It was half a face of willow, and the blue-eyed smile was not recognized. Except for the plum blossoms, only the moon wheel knows. Move home into the painting of the immortal blessing, turn over the painting in the separation of people. The curtains of the windows are heavily broken, and the surroundings are empty.
【Taicheng Road, Crossing the River Peach Leaf Song Break】
The peach leaves of the river sang and rested, and the sadness turned into spring hatred. Paddle to greet, Hengqin sat on the side, wanted to burn that back to Qingjun. Flower protection is the most stable. There are barriers to cover the green aya, and the walls are surrounded by green powder. Carved green cut red, shoulders with makeup cabinet soshi print.
Xiang Yu struggled to bear the dream. But Lan Was ashamed and clean, and his hands went in together. The moon is difficult to round, the clouds are easy to disperse, and Yanfu is never divided. The east wind is too tight. The grass is at the end of the world, and the willows are blown away. Listen to the rain at dusk, draw three or two showers.
【Cui Lou Yin, West Lake Spring Reminiscences of Brother Dream Banana】
The flute leans on the height of the building, and the flowing water is curved, and it is difficult to travel again. The bridge looks for old traces, complains about the grass, and the sun is outside. Sea of flowers in Qinghu Lake. Remember the tragic green, the robe light red fly cover. Where are the people? Wild tang opens, all cuckoos cry bad.
A belt of weeping willows, ninja painting boat shake blue, wine bell heavy load. Mei Bianting is also round, and only qingshan does not change. A rogue. Tired drums, spring city residual bells, incense world return to the radius fast. The evening clouds rise at the beginning, and the moon is bright and windy.
【Drinking Fire Order・ Looking at the Kettle Heavenly Pass】
On the night of April 16, the north mountain is flooded, the moon is in the middle, and the lake is like silver. Play with small stones to throw water, waves of light, the moon is like a pearl. When the thin wine is slightly drunk, the strings are broken, the song is great, and the four mountains should be, and they do not know that they are in the world.
Look at the pot sky pass, when the head bi full moon. Ten acres of glass is not too wide. Gold pipe jade sandalwood board, playing mulan boat in unison.
The stones are thrown like arrows, and the layers of ripples are circled. The pearl scatters the crystal disc. That mountain spirit, lend me cactus less than fist. It was a rainbow line, and ten thousand were worn together.
【Shoulou Spring, The East Wind Blows】
The east wind blew. There is red and green, embellished with yaochao. Cha Xi pepper plate praise good, painting hall feast open. The wax is gone, and the light is back. Expense, heavenly arrangement. The yan fluttered, the new warbler whimpered, and the laughter went to the makeup table.
Aoshan knot, frolicking talent. Try the light again, indulge in wine. A few silver flowers are combined, and Yumei Xiang guesses. The city never sleeps, and spring never ends. Take advantage of the song and the copper pot to rest. But the bright moon follows people, and the dark dust of the world flies on the sixth street.
【Cool Acacia Silent Heavy Door Deep Courtyard Lock】
Lonely heavy door deep courtyard lock. I'm asleep, I'm worried. Feel the sideburns, slightly loose and half-handsome. Dawn is also lazy. Dusk also, lazy combing.
Bamboo gauze cabinet who is resistant to lying down. Suffering and illness, prison burden. How twenty years, time is like a dream. At the beginning, I was sad. And now, sad for me.
【Shuying Yiren Like Jade】
Yiren is like jade. Remember the courtyard at dusk, once accompanied by flowers. Constantly incense, written ice wire, tall buildings leaning on bamboo. For no reason, he left the family mountain and went, only dreaming of going around, jiangnan and north, there were old gardens, fairy cranes flying in, saying that they were alone with the defiant.
Unforgettable cold arousal, a branch of plain hand folded, hairpin on the beard green. Thin baht clothes, short piano beds, cold painting of two or three rooms. The frost blows to the heart of the country, and composes a new song of acacia. Total negative it, light moon window, printed with ten pictures of Biluo.
【Great River East Go ・Ride the Wind】
Ride the wind, watch the sails, cut through the autumn colors of the river. The sky and water are thick and bright, and the sky is about to float this evening. The melon step is flat, the sea gate is cold, and the rain is golden and scorched. In the glass world, the evening mountains are difficult to distinguish.
I want to be idle but red teeth, in exchange for iron plates, try to say to Po Weng. The star made Minnan hold the festival and startled the fish and dragon to recognize. The grass is burned, the poetry sac is full, and it is endowed with a cloud pen. Where in the painting, Peng Ying flew down the cyclamen.
Note: The picture is a painting by Gu Kunbo (1905~1970).