Chen Weisong (1625-1682), also known as Jialing, was a Qing Dynasty writer from Yixing (now part of Jiangsu).
During the Kangxi Dynasty, he taught the Hanlin Academy to review and participated in the compilation of the History of Ming. The lyrics are bold. He is also good at poetry and poetry. There are "Huhailou Poetry Collection", "Huhailou Anthology", and "Jialing Ci".
Ji Yan
Dawn meets flowers and mouths.
It's so cold, why go early in the morning?
The green bears in the small courtyard are thick in bedding, and the jade plum blossoms are handed over to three or nine.
Recruit into the embroidery screen idle writing for a long time.
Obliquely send cross-wave, Lang Mo yi single no?
In the sleeve, Ren Lang dipped the treasure beast, and the carved dragon hand pressed the plum blossom hand.
Occasional memories
Red parrots on the shelf, jade on the curtain to ward off evil spirits.
Lady Du is lazy on the ZhuoJin car.
A nest of thick green has not become a crow.
I play the flute in spring and invite people to fight tea at night.
Now the courtyard is across the world.
Remember a tree of pink pear blossoms along the street, remember the flowers slightly exposed a few green window screens.
Autumn nostalgia
Autumn qi lined up thousands of horses, all under the walls of the Long City.
Every three more vegetarian quotient diarrhea.
Wet Dragon Building, Halo Machine, Mijue Tile.
Who has mercy on the secretary? When he woke up drunk, he was saddened by the mallet bed.
Make a gas feast before dancing sugar cane.
I think, the ancient man, Huan Ziye.
Feeling old
Blue clouds and thin twilight, who plays the corner?
The fire in the deep courtyard is glowing, and the good wind is light and green and slightly crepe.
The ice wheel is slow, the wordless cover the mountain, the golden hook is thin, the fish is transparent, and the person is behind the silver lamp.
In the old garden, the good night was hand in hand.
Sweep the pale yellow moth low, and hang the red sleeves of the jade man.
Nowadays, people go, and the doors and alleys are still the same.
Hongqiaokou, after Xiangjie, a belt of green willows.
Autumn sense
At night, a few gusts of west wind came, hurriedly stealing the human world.
Desolate and undependent, the Han Palace of the Qin Palace was blown to pieces by Yi.
I only hate life, some past events, and I have become flowing water.
I want to row flowers dew well, Tong Ying Yong Lane, Green Horse, once tied.
The situation is like a new Wanji, remembering Yaotai and meeting Shuli.
Faint smoke and light moon, cloister restoration, many love affairs.
Revisited today, wildflowers and butterflies, just lost.
May the Heavenly Father return me, that year, the jade building silver brick.
Drunken Eagle
The cold mountains are blocked several times, and the wind is low and crushes the Zhongyuan Road. Autumn sky is nothing but ancient, drunken mink fur, a little note of the paging place.
Who the boy gambles with. The old man was still fierce. How many idle fox rabbits in the world. The moon is black and sandy, and this time it is partial to Ru.
Nanxiangzi Xingzhou Road
Autumn colors are cold and knife, and a sour wind sweeps the waves. And Ma Sanhe young guest, rough, drunken shooting eagle in the oak forest.
The residual wine recalls Jinggao, and Yan Zhao's sad song has not disappeared. Recalling the cold and easy water of yesterday's car, this dynasty, generously crossed the Yu Rang Bridge.
Qinyuan Chun Yong Cauliflower
Extremely distant, everywhere, Guanqiao Wild Pond. The apricot cheeks are low, adding him beautifully; the willows are shallow, and the yier is light. Embroidered socks are picked, Luo skirts can be chosen, and small picks of affection may also be good. The wind is very windy, the pink wall is low, and it is yellow.
Once the dance hall, but paid with the empty garden lock sunset. Even if it is not flowers and grasses, it also comes to butterflies; and smoke and rain, habitually attract bees to busy. Every year, this flower is delicate, and the peach in the temple has broken the intestine. After a long time of deep groaning, I was afraid that it would fall red like the sea and flow into the Spring River.
Qinyuan Chun · 100,000 Qiongzhi
Titled Xu Weiwen "Zhongshan Plum Blossom Diagram", with Yunchen, Nan Geng, Jing Shaofu.
100,000 qiong branches, like silver clams, flying like jade whales. Sleepy is overwhelmed with smoke, incense floats in the south; petite is timid, and the shadow falls in the west. Sandwich pavilion, receiving the heavenly song pipe, the fourteenth floor of the music Taiping. Who competes for the prize? There are Zhu Hun Guiqi and Yu Pei Gongqing.
Nowadays, the tide hits the lonely city, and only the merchant woman shiphead moon self-evident. Sigh a night cry, fall flowers have hate; five lings stone horses, flowing water silent. Looking for doubts, it looks like a dream, and a picture of tears is written. With this volume, accompanied by water and sky gossip, Jiang Hai for the rest of his life.
Linjiangxian Hanliu
Since the west wind is haggard, frozen clouds flow horizontal bridge. There are no yellow leaves fluttering. The crows are three or four o'clock, and they sit sadly and talk without worry.
The cloud pressed the west village hut heavy, afraid that he would burn with the coffin. Good to stay barbaric until the spring supper. Three sleeps in the next year, heavy fight small building waist.
Good thing nearly break up Willow Blossom Day
In the summer, Mr. Shi Yu'an beckoned him to drink, that is, he used Mr. Shi Yu's "Xiyu Returns to Wu Zhang" to visit the original rhyme.
Parting willow blossom days, snow falling towards the clear window. In the blink of an eye, the sunflower muscle is first embroidered, and the red fence corner.
Don't do anything new in the world, just I'm just yesterday. Words to the hero lost his way, suddenly cool wind rope.
Yu Meiren is bored
Bored laughing twisted flower branches said, everywhere the cranes cry blood. Good flowers must reflect the platform, and the battlefield of Qin Guanshu is open.
Leaning On the Floor is extremely worried, and it is even more about the East Wind. Good wind hugh battle flag red, early send anchovies like snow across the river east.
He Groom Yunlang (卺郎) is given this word
Have a drink. Happy this dynasty, the light sideburns, the lights in front of the ripples. Laughing through the screen, report to the first bird wing. And stole the tannu. The male and female are confused, but the wind takes the amount of spring bow privately. Send Er to go and uncover the tent.
Six years of solitude. The most unforgettable, red fern pillow, tears fluttering. He spent his whole life spending candles, like a woman singing with her husband. Do it hard, the anvil looks. Only I Luo Yuan is cold like iron, and it is rare to have a peach sheng and the screen window is bright. Hugh for me, and then sorrow.
Manjiang Hong, Autumn Day, Jingxin Lingjun Ancestral Hall
Xi Hat chatted about Xiao, occasionally passing by, under the Shrine of Xinling. It is full of eyes and barren leaves, Tokyo guest house. In September, the wind will drop the hat, and the tiles will drift during the drizzle in the half-gallery. The beam is red, biased towards the bad wall, away from the Phi Beat.
The present and the past are sad, and the world hates, from the trouble. If the king is still there, he will have mercy on Yu Ye. I am not as good as Mao Xue, Junning Gan and Yuan Yuya. Sighs, old tears are not much, such as lead diarrhea.
Look at the flowers back to the Great Compassion Pavilion of Nanyue Temple to see the magnolia flowers rhyme with halal words
The spring mountains are as light as a smile, and the scenery is fresh. Fan Ge swashplate bi lei, just a thousand points qiong bao, Long Long only knot. Flowers ming jade net, small Doushan window warblers slip. Pity the room, the pearl tree is lightly divided, and the ceiling is in a clear posture.
I want to think only, the white moon in the mountains. Also remember the province, the festival of the root of the mandala. Who accompanies the deep forest to clear the bitterness, only the valley orchid heart, chaotic cliff stone hair. Lonely, the ancient temple who once wavered. Half eaves flowers, a thousand peaks waterfall, look hard to distinguish.
Nian Nu Jiao Tour Jingkou Bamboo Forest Temple
On the Yangtze River, look at the branches and peaks, and do your best to be domineering. Where the lions grow, there is a majestic mountain and water. Strange rocks collapse clouds, chaotic posts rain, there are shrews sleeping. Layer by layer, flying and eating meat.
Only the iron urn south of the city, the mountains are beautiful, painting Wu Tiancui. It is definitely like Xiao Qiao's first marriage, Gu Qu Zhou Lang's son-in-law. Bamboo courtyard Pantuo, Songliao steep, favorite Lingao Temple. Wandering is difficult to go, the sunset smoke is not sinking?
Jingzhou Pavilion inscription fan on the pipa line diagram
Bitter bamboo yellow reed imagination, Xiangpu Xunyang pity. Half a small Danqing, painting the east ship west ship.
The white Fu green shirt is gone, and the merchant woman's pipa is still ringing. Infinite intestinal breaking sounds, only on the interline paper.
Lang Taosha Summer Rain write nostalgia
Only to listen to the crying crane, and play the forest cicada. Frogs who buy flow years. In the old days, all the money was exhausted, and the money was exchanged.
The rain was too long, and the tears were like that. XiaHong shot at the edge of the pink fence. Whoever said that the sunset is partial to the rain, tomorrow will remain.
Bu operator · wind blocker
The wind is fast and the sun is autumn, and the sunset is dusk. Ubelisk red pear tree frost, boat in the frost to live.
Polar eyes fall sail pavilion, side listen to the drum of the ship. Smelling the Yangtze River flowing day and night, why not go to Nong?
Water tune song head Li Qiu the day before the huai Cambodia Xu Yifan
Xiang Ning has a kind, and Kenko is half famous. Don't shake the tree, listen to my short song line. The thin laity slave scolded, and the last woman drank alcohol, and a smile was light. The Master who knows me, try and say the life.
Cut the porcupine, burn the rabbit, and strangle the whale. The crowd is dirty and ridiculous, and I have studied myself. Mingfa west wind cut grass, and Yobo disciples can hunt, small take advantage of the autumn sunshine. It must be made a hedgehog, and an arrow must be a hungry bird.
The Yellow River is slow and the Qingjiang River is pu to cross the Yellow River
The sound of the vast river rushed to the ancient station, and the yellow sand and turbid waves were the same color. Oblique day who came to ask the ferry, Gangnam fanatic. Drunken leaning on the tower to play the flute, the first entry into the broken, fish dragon sad throat. How many heroes in ancient and modern times, the most ridiculous, South Ben Yuan Shu.
When the urn is successful, the salary is empty, and the house is difficult to plug. When the long roar is worried, he slaps the sword himself. And let the short canopy dance, do not have to complain, Zhongyuan Xiaoser. The name of the city is under the phase, the extreme look, the twilight smoke.
Drunken Taiping Eguchi drunkenly made
Bell Mountain back lake, long dry night black. The Qitai Song Garden is blurred, and the sky is green.
Estimating the ship charter, the river building drunk. The west wind flowed down to the Dan disciples, thinking that the Liu family was a slave.
Night Tour Palace Autumn Huai
Geng Gengqiu lusted and sprayed into the flute hole of the Frost Bridge earlier. Quickly lean on the west wind to make three lanes. Short fox sorrow, thin ape sorrow, crying broken grave.
Biluo silver plate frozen, can not shine, Qin Guan Chulong. Countless ancient brick seams. Tonight, by the screen, no good dreams.
Merry-tale Moon night reminiscence
The ice toad flies brightly, and this night's moon is as good as last night's circle. There is a horn sound, a miserable pillow, three autumn guizi, and a messy bottle. Life events, thousands of years like dreams, hundreds of ways and immortals. Phoenix dance luan song, don't come for a few days, Qionglou Yuyu, what year to return.
The streamers pour out, the golden lotus, the whale drinks and sucks Chan Juan. Haruka remembers the YuLou tonight, how many heroes. Think of the moon and thousands of miles, the battle robe does not sleep, the west wind is thousands of horses, and the murderous spirit is near. I controlled the yellow crane in the cloud and smiled blankly.
The first branch of the East Wind, Wing Magnolia Flower
Drizzle crisp, good wind rubbing powder, branches obliquely pressed the sills. The walls are infinitely exquisite, and the front of the building is full of many hidden. Outside the eaves of Qiongzi, it is always not subject to bee invasion and butterfly offenders. Self-generated, different mood, who is resistant to scenery.
Separated by water, full of water. Shrouded in fog, pavilions are elegant. It seems that the apricot will be red, and the peach will be dyed. Empty and clean, come to accompany, empty room small bold. The Jade Building, a piece of flower light, forced the Panlong Mirror to be dark.
Note: The picture is downloaded from the Internet and is Zhang Xinyue's landscape painting.