Bai Pu (1226 – c. 1306), originally known as Heng (恒), zi renfu (仁甫), later renamed Park (朴), Zi Taisu (字太素), Langu (号蘭谷), was a native of Kuizhou (present-day Hequ, Shanxi), and a native of Bieliang (present-day Kaifeng, Henan), who lived in Jinling (present-day Nanjing, Jiangsu) in his later years. Bai Pu was a famous miscellaneous dramatist of the Yuan Dynasty, and together with Guan Hanqing, Ma Zhiyuan and Zheng Guangzu, he was known as the "Four Masters of YuanQu".
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="3" > tianjingsha autumn</h1>
The lonely village is remnants of the sun, the old trees and jackdaws are lightly smoked, and a little bit of feihong shadow.
Green mountains and green water, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
The sun is gradually sinking to the west, and the sunset is gradually beginning to dissipate, leaving only a little dim color, reflecting how lonely the quiet village is in the distance. Light smoke drifted into the air, a few crows perched on old trees, and a large goose flew down in the distance and swept across the sky.
In the distance, there is a green mountain and green water, white grass, red leaves, and yellow flowers mixed with each other, which is a beautiful picture of autumn scenery.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="19" > day net sand spring</h1>
Spring mountain warm sun and wind, dry pavilion curtains, willow swing courtyard.
Warblers and dancing swallows, small bridges flowing red.
The peach and willow green spring mountains, the warm sun shining, and the soft east wind blowing, the curtains on the pavilion are rolled up, and the railing looks at the distance. In the courtyard, the willows are clinging to each other, and the swing is gently shaken.
Outside the courtyard, yellow warblers chirp, swallows fly, and petals fall next to the flowing water of the small bridge.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="23" > Tianjingsha Xia</h1>
Clouds collect rain over the waves, the building is high and the water is cold and sweet, and the green trees are shaded and painted eaves.
Yarn kitchen vine, jade man Luo fan light silk.
The clouds are raining, the water surface is heightened and adds waves, the tall buildings in the distance appear higher than usual, the water makes people feel cooler than usual, the melon after the rain seems to be sweeter than usual, and the shade of the green trees has been covered to the eaves.
On the rattan mat in the yarn tent, the young girl is dressed in a light silk summer dress and holds a fan in her hand, quietly enjoying the pleasant summer time.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="28" > day net sand winter</h1>
A painting corner of the door, half a crescent moon dusk, snow in front of the mountain waterfront.
Bamboo hedge huts, lonely villages with fading grass.
At dusk, the mournful trumpets at the city gates were heard for a long time. As night falls, the crescent moon rises to illuminate half the courtyard, the mountain is covered with snow, and the water in front of the mountain flows slowly.
In an isolated village with bamboo hedges and huts at the water's edge, a few wisps of light smoke rise, which fill and spread in the fading grass and mist.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="32" > intoxicated dongfeng fisherman</h1>
Yellow Reed Bank White Apple Ferry, Green Willow Causeway Red Indigo Beachhead. Although there is no neck sex, but there are forgetful friends, point qiujiang egret sand gull. Proud of the murder of thousands of households, illiterate smoke wave fishing.
Golden reeds cover the riverbank, white apples flutter across the ferry, turquoise willows tower over the embankment, and red weeds render the beachheads. Although there is no life-and-death friendship, there are friends who have no clever and calculating heart, counting the gulls and herons who are free on the Autumn River. Those who despise the high-ranking officials and nobles are the illiterate river anglers.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="38" > zhuma listening and blowing</h1>
The cracked stone penetrates the clouds, and the jade pipe should be clearer and cleaner. Frosty desert, partridge wind desire to deflect.
The phoenix platform is covered by twilight clouds, and the plum blossoms are terrified by dusk snow. People are quiet, and a sound blows down the river louyue.
The flute sound is as high-pitched as a cracked stone through the clouds, and the flute blows horizontally, and the tone is more elegant. Like the desert in a frosted weather, even the partridge wants to fly.
The black clouds on the phoenix platform covered it, and the plum blossoms were shocked and turned into snowflakes at dusk. The human voices were gone, and the sound of the flute blew off the moon on the river floor.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="46" > parasitic grass drink</h1>
What is the obstacle behind the long drunkenness, and when you are not awake, you have a lot of thoughts. Bad pickle two gong names, the rise and fall of the ancients, the song buried thousands of rainbows. When it is not up to time, everyone laughs at Qu Yuanfei, but Zhiyin says that Tao Qian is.
There is no obstacle after a long drunkenness, what can I think when I am not awake? The word gongming was pickled with sake lees, the rise and fall of the history of the past thousand years was drowned with turbid wine, and the ambitions of the mighty clouds were buried with wine songs. People who are illiterate about current affairs joke that Qu Yuan should not commit suicide lightly, but people who know themselves say that Tao Yuanming's return to the countryside is correct.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="48" > Qingpingle ZhuYan is getting older</h1>
Zhu Yan is getting older, how much white hair is added? The peach and plum spring breeze passed, leaving the mulberry elm residual photo.
The youthful appearance gradually ages, and how much white hair has been added to the sideburns? The peach plum and spring breeze have all passed, leaving only the afterglow of the sunset reflecting the long shadow of mulberry elm.
Jiangnan is dustless, and the old man is idle. If you love to kill Qingshan, Qingshan may not leave anyone.
Coming to Jiangnan again, without a trace of fireworks, I was like a floating idle cloud. I am nostalgic for this green mountain, I don't want to leave, even if qingshan has feelings and wants to stay in people, she may not be able to keep people in her arms.