Li Changfu (born and died year and Liju unknown), character Rock Dream, a dream, after Li Shentong, king of Huai'an. Poet of the Tang Dynasty, one of the Ten Philosophers of Xiantong.
In the fourth year of Xiantong (863), he entered the army and the first. Shi Li Shangshu Lang, Catering Department Member Wai Lang.
Li Changfu is on a par with Xu Tang and Zhang Qiao. He once composed fifty poems of "Servant Poems", which wrote about the hardships of the servant's life, and was popular in Kyoto for a while. Cun poems especially reflect the life of the border plug. The Quan Tang Poems recorded a volume of thirty-six poems.
【Wounded Spring】
That is, the spring breeze is over, and the night rain returns.
The Ming Dynasty came here even more, and it was afraid of falling flowers.
【Thoughts】
Thousands of miles are gone, and the desire to return is like a poor road.
There is no time on earth, and soon there will be autumn winds.
The moon is high, and the meteor is dawning.
At this time, they are all dreaming, and they are in a hurry.
【Book side affairs】
Smoke and dust rose in the wilderness, and the Heavenly Army raised its footing again.
The wind is fast in the evening, and the murderous qi is more into the autumn.
The trees are full of birds and grass, and the ice road is in the river.
Fenyang has no successor, and Qiang yu ken first peace.
【Deyuan Book】
The old man lived in the eunuch, and today a book comes.
After a long time of surprise and joy, the courtesy volume is even more open.
The miasma clouds sink to the geese, and the river rain promotes the new plum.
Full of tears, it is not unjust to be mourned.
【Sending the piano】
Chu Ke hugged away from his thoughts, and Shu Qin left a hateful voice.
Sit on the crescent moon and listen to the autumn life for a long time.
The night is quiet and the people are talking, and the sky is high and the cranes are singing.
Because Junxing sighed, it was difficult to calm down.
【Don't be the one who】
Here it smells evil, and the people say it.
A family of books for a long time, lonely dreams are late.
On August 3, when the apes were raining.
There is no need to worship Chu Xiang, and the subject's festival is doubtful.
【Meeting with Friends】
The cicada groans and falls, and it is sad.
The illness is far away from home, and the poor know that it is difficult to deal with things.
True friendship has nothing to hide, and deep words have more than joy.
It may not be possible to hear the song and blow, but the bondage is temporarily lenient.
【Send people to the side】
Sorrow refers to xiao guan outside, and the wind and sand enter the distance.
At the beginning of the horse's journey, there was no sound in the rain.
Geography belongs to Han, and Tianwei is no longer in the army.
Xijing is old and secretly happy to return to peace.
【Sending people out of the jam】
The north wind blows rain and snow, and the eyes are miserable.
The war ghosts cried frequently in autumn, and zhenghong did not live at night.
Shapingguan Road is straight, and the moraine Guangjun building is low.
This is not Donglu, people are troubled.
【Far Home Villa】
The province of Malaysia used to travel, even crossing the late river.
Suddenly, the trees in the countryside came out, and there were many passers-by.
The thin path penetrates the grass, and the decadent wall presses the carrot.
At first, it is like a guest, and the neighbors also pass by.
【Tourism Wound Spring】
The wine wakes up in the hometown and closes the distance, and the end of the listening is missed.
Outside the shadows of the forest, the sound of spring rain.
Bird Si Jiang Village Road, flower remnant wild shore wind.
Ten years to the end, the horse tired of the west and the east.
【NightBo Weijin】
Drift east to guests, a stay on the edge of Weicheng.
In the distance, the stars are hanging down on the shore, and the middle moon is full of ships.
The cold returns to the night, and the autumn rains for the rest of the day.
Gradually, I realized that the family mountain was small, and the remnants were still a few years.
【Mid-Autumn Night Sitting】
The empty court sat for a long time, refreshing into the lotus clothes.
Sick leaves fall first, and birds fly behind the moon.
The miasma is still clear, and the veteran of the shu will be attached.
In response to Kinmen Strategy, more should be said to be fighters.
【Landing on Taowang Xiaoguan】
Gradually feeling the wind and sand darkening, Xiao Guan wanted to arrive.
Children can probe the fire, women can untie the flag.
Chuan less heron, Lin duo with arrow elk.
For the time being, I did not dare to chant poetry bitterly.
【Farewell】
Then he took the book out of the lonely boat, and stopped the knot for a long time.
Mo DaoJiangbo said goodbye, and JiangBo never returned.
【Green Pearl Chant】
Luoyang Jiali and Fanghua, see a hundred flowers in the Golden Valley Garden.
Whoever sent him to fall from the building to die that year, no one laughed and broke the Sun family.
【March End】
Since then, the orchestra of the river has been sparse, and the tourists have not returned.
The sunset has gone to the spring, and the residual flowers should fly in the wind one night after another.
【Nantan】
The green turnips on the bank cover the ancient moss, and the tree pillows in the mountain pavilion are open.
Sometimes the strings are tight, and countless birds come against the waves.
The road into the dragon shrine group of wood old, the wind frightened the fishing boat back.
People say that Guo Yun traveled here more, who saw the original Pan Jade Cup.
【Guest Hate】
The ancient plains were old and sparse, and the wind in the tall wood was more than a little snow.
After the sick bard went to bed in the middle of the night, the hundred years of idleness woke up.
Frequently recruit brothers to the same festival, there have been soldiers far away from the book.
Sun Ding, the Fat Horse King, smiled and did not know that Qi Lu was tired of fishing.
【Autumn Night】
Several acres of ponds are near Duling, and the clouds are condensed in the lonely night in autumn.
Three more rains on the hibiscus leaves, a little light in the sound of crickets.
Traces avoid danger and lose their way, and their hearts return to idleness without being a monk.
Even on the occasion of the Shangguo Chen Shi Day, the long guard lin quan also failed.
Note: The picture is a painting by the early Qing dynasty calligrapher Wu Li (1632-1718).