Fang Yue (1 199 ~ 1262) was a poet and poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. Word giant mountain, word good, autumn cliff, chrysanthemum field. Qimen, Huizhou (now Anhui), is called Ninghai and Taizhou (now Zhejiang). Five years less (1232) Jinshi, awarded Huaidong appeasement department officer. During the Chunyou period, Zhao Kui, Lang Guan and Minister of Industry, became a member of Huainan Senate. Later transferred to Nankang Army. Later, he was transferred to Shao for violating Jia Sidao, the general of Huguang. Later, it was known that zhou yuan was impeached and dismissed for offending the powerful Daquan Ding. Later, he was sent to Fuzhou, and his appointment was cancelled due to old grievances with Jia Sidao. After enlightenment, he lived in seclusion and became famous with poetry. I occasionally talk about Zita Law. The whole song dynasty does not use ancient methods, but takes meaning as its purpose. There are autumn cliff sets.

Basic introduction Chinese name: Fang Yue alias: Zi Jushan,No. Qiu Ya Native place: Qimen, Xin 'an Date of birth: 1 199 Date of death: 1262 Occupation: representative works of poets: Mr. Qiu Ya's short essays, occasional talks about the dynasty: personal introduction of the Southern Song Dynasty, comments by others, political articles, poetic style and ci style. He used to be a literature teacher, and later served as the magistrate of Yuanzhou and assistant minister of the official department. Shi Songzhi, Daquan Ding and Jia Sidao are all frustrated people. The works are mainly poems, describing rural life and rural scenery, simple and natural. His poems mostly express patriotic feelings, worrying about the country and the people, and his style is clear and healthy. He is the author of 40 volumes of Autumn Cliff Collection, and his ci collection includes Autumn Cliff Ci. Fang Yue's former residence is in Hejiawu, north of the city. There are buildings such as Gentleman Pavilion and Guiting in the dock. There are plums on the mountain and lotus flowers in the pool. The scenery is charming. Because Fang Yue saw the lotus in the pond, he changed his name to Wu Jia. Fang Yue was born in a family that studied for generations. At the age of seven, he was able to write poems. He was called a child prodigy at that time. In the Southern Song Dynasty, he was a scholar for five years (AD 1232). Because of integrity, not afraid of power, dare to struggle, repeatedly framed by corrupt officials, career bumpy. Hong Yanzu said that he "wrote four or six poems, without using the ancient method, with the meaning as the meaning, and spoke out of the sky" (Biography of Mr. Qiu Ya). His political essays are fluent, simple and insightful. For example, The Wheel to the First Miscellaneous Person accuses that "the second and third ministers are far away from suspicion, lack of economic and political affairs, have a shallow sense of mutual assistance, and are deeply concerned about interests", which is praised by Hong Yanzu as a profound theory. Shu Ming and Zhao Duan, written in Huainan, accuses Zhao Kui of losing the army, which is true and straightforward. He was also a famous parallel prose writer in the late Southern Song Dynasty. His works were vivid, eloquent, enlightened, ingenious, careful in using classics and eloquent, which was praised by people at that time. Others commented on Hong Yanzu, saying that he "wrote four or six poems without using ancient methods, with meaning as meaning, words or days" (Biography of Mr. Qiu Ya). In the late Southern Song Dynasty, his poems were very famous, almost comparable to Liu Kezhuang's. It seems that Jiangxi School started out, and was greatly influenced by Yang Wanli and Fan Chengda. He has the habit of organizing allusions and idioms into novel and ingenious antitheses. For example, since the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, the common association of "unsatisfactory things are often eight or nine times, but they are no different from the speaker" is his poem "A Commander-in-Chief with Different Talents". (Qian Zhongshu's Notes on Selected Poems of Song Dynasty) His articles on politics are smooth, simple and insightful. For example, "The First Wheel" accused that "the second and third ministers were far away from suspicion, with little economic and political affairs, shallow mutual assistance and deep concern for interests", which was praised by Hong Yanzu as a profound theory. Shu Ming and Zhao Duan, written in Huainan, accuses Zhao Kui of losing the army, which is true and straightforward. He was also a famous parallel prose writer in the late Southern Song Dynasty. His works were vivid, eloquent, enlightened, ingenious, careful in using classics and eloquent, which was praised by people at that time. The poetic style of Fang Yue's poems mostly reflects his mood and feelings when he retired to his hometown. For example, the poem "Sense" wrote: "The sense of official goes with the flow, and the old color comes up. I am used to living in a mountain without a calendar, and I don't know that there are bus stops in the world. " This shows an aspect of his mood. He once said in the poem "Two Rhymes are Different from Yuan Ke" that "if you don't get tired of reading books, you must read poems lightly", and his poems are also eager to be light and far away. Therefore, in the Qing Dynasty, longwu commented on his poems "without losing the purpose of gentleness and peace, making every effort to make the Jiangxi school difficult all the way, so that scholars should know" (Xiuguting Xunlu Collection, Autumn Cliff Draft). However, many of his poems are "exquisite" (Chen's Selected Poems of the Fifteenth Song Dynasty), paying special attention to the elegance, novelty and ingenuity of antithesis. For example, "In the Mountain": "The white training belt is accompanied by the red training belt, and the woodman and the sailor are in harmony. I would rather die several times before I die and suddenly remember the bell after dinner "; "Feelings": "I don't know the monk when I knock on the moon, and it depends on the old man to hoe cigarettes." Fang Yue's ci belongs to Xin Qiji school. Make good use of long tunes to express national hatred and domestic hatred. Such as "The Mink Head Ping Shan Tang uses Dongpo Rhyme", "Zuiyan River, Sunset Remains Hate" and "Xi Qian Ying and Yu Yifu Travel to Smell Fun": "You don't know how to do it, how do you do it? There are fewer heroes. Laugh and laugh. When the cymbals rang, Hu chicks were born, and the sound of bonfires died. There are also many words about longevity and self-longevity, which can often express patriotic feelings in birthday celebrations or self-encouragement. His poetic style is bold and tragic, and his heroism is not diminished by Xin Qiji and Liu Guo. His prose cultural tendency and historical words are similar to those of Xin and Liu. "Si Yin Zhai Engraving Wang Shi" says that his poems are not under Ye Mengde and Liu Kezhuang, which is also a more pertinent evaluation. Personal work "Mr. Qiu Ya's Little Draft" is 83 volumes of Ming Jiajing. There are 45 volumes of Chinese and 38 volumes of poetry (including 4 volumes of words), which have been officially adapted into 40 volumes by Siku Library because of their small size. Fang Yue's anthology "On the Birthday Remembered by Man Jiang Hong" and "Plum Blossom", and there is no snow this year. If you don't see it, the autumn cliff is at the bottom and the stems are messy. Pen and inkstone only remind people that lakes and mountains can't help worrying about poetry. Ask me [Lin x ρ n ρ], why I came to Los Angeles and cast my eyes on the moon. Fang Yue's "bean sprouts" have been saved again, and the western hills are full of water. Finally, it is a shame. Borrow the thatched cottage, the heron sleeps and the seagull rests. The black hat has been idle for a long time, and the blue one is now a withered lotus leaf. Laughing at the world, everything is because of my stupidity. Yeta No.9, ask Huang Hua, Tao Houling, how many times. Should laugh, autumn cliff old, unbearable poetry wine. I'm tired of a ship in the universe. Do you know if mountains and rivers are two commandments? Leaning against the west wind, the sword is cold, and the dragon roars. Jiang Yu [Jiao], chatting. What's wrong with autumn? Hold hands. Everything is gone, and the cigarettes are broken. Take the sapphire around the mountains in the old country as an example. Who printed the golden barrel? If only, Jiang Zuoguan Yi Wu, there will be. Hecheng told Cang Shi to relax and adjust his turtle breath. I don't remember the autumn events in Gaodong or the spring scenery in West Lake. I don't think we are at the bottom, so who does this mean? To Haitang, get drunk and enjoy the festival. MoJunDao, Jiang Lu recalled. I love myself, and the mountain spring is exciting. Midnight, the cuckoo is in a hurry. Personnel are like spring dreams, and years are like a string of hair. Afraid of waking up, I slipped up and asked the gentlemen what day it was today. Water tune, nine days drunk, left hand purple crab, right hand green snail cup. There are many regrets in ancient and modern times, and the stadium is dusty. Who will you open your arms to if you don't laugh at the green hills and get drunk? Raising wine belongs to my son, which is a good thing for Cui Wei. What a night! Autumn is getting old, and I'm back. Ask Mr. Wang if he can come back. The hut is covered with moss. If you are poor, you will be poor, and if you are up, you will clear the temple. I am happy. The news outside Xuexi, seagulls and herons are not surprised to guess. Pingshantang, the head of water regulation, has the same rhyme as Dongpo in autumn rain, and the mountain leans against the clear sky. A person traveling from south to north, how much sorrow, get drunk and forget it. I can only be a dream, and I can only miss Nanyan Hongyan silently. Eyes dim in the Yellow River, the Yellow River Luoshui, how much regret and resentment the sunset left! On the mainland outside ..., distant mountains will gather in his B at dusk. Pitching to pay tribute to the earthly remains of Pingshan House, sighing, two immortals and two immortals have gone. There are no willows in front of time, just misty rain, killing several heroes. Sing a lonely voice again, I sail for a horse, in the world with a cold west wind. More than nine water tunes drunk me with a pot of jade with Wu Zhiyun, which is very autumn. Jiang Tao, too, crossed the river that day. Inquiring about the misty rain in Chongyang has a long way to go. A few nights in heaven and earth, white drifts with you. Old yellow flower, new white hair, smiled again. There is still a bright moon on board. When is the broadsword? Who has said that Yangzhou cranes have complained that apes are old and want to raise them before? Don't lean north, it's China. Shouqiu, the head of the water diversion project, gave punishment [p] There is a bright moon in the club, and it is cold in the middle of the night. Huainan grass flies, showing the bullfighting room. Since Qin Sha, who is involved in the milli-end, have you been swimming less? Make up the Zhongshan Fu, and the snow shines on the clouds. Han Xiao came near, embroidered clothes went, and brocade clothes were returned. Jiangnan is drunk, and Mo Dao will stop at the age of eighteen. A change in 360 years, starting at the age of 500, the sun and the moon are reincarnation. Take care of the scattered gold and water the blue pillar. Shangshu, the head of the Water Regulation Department, will borrow a jade pot to make incense at noon tomorrow. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and listen to me try to make a flat chapter. Current affairs are difficult, and the characters are embarrassed and full of coquettish feelings. When you are drunk, you will be dizzy. Back mountain, floating peak, Biyun township. I still have a male in my eyes, and my intentions are also poor. There are millions of soldiers in the chest, and the three strategies of heaven and man at the bottom of the pen are comparable to mending clothes. To reach blackheads and ears, it's raining and plum is yellow. Zhao Wenchang, head of the water diversion project, swished for a month and came to earth on impulse. Where is Penglai Mountain? Crane bones can't help cold. There is Yunmenshu point on the chest, and the pen has a pavilion and gold post, and the wind dew washes the spleen and liver. In autumn, I went into Chenziting, grinding jade and writing posts. What do you ask? That's embarrassing. It's useful. Jiang Tao is like this now, but he can stand Dan's heart. I have no future in the Song Dynasty, and my life is longer than that in the spring, and your anger is long. The stone of merit is left to the world to see. Tuned, let alone Lushan Mountain. The theme of Longhu Pavilion is a cup of wine in the universe, and the color depends on the lake light. Where are the green hills and the smoke water? The wind and waves blowing from the other shore and the wailing of the fish dragon in the middle of the night can shake my poem. Li Bai was drunk and unconscious, which caused doubts. Yes, yes, the sky is rough and the snow is fuzzy. I am so pale and white-haired, and I still laugh at you today. The message is that herons and gulls are friends, but fortunately, there is no smoke at the bottom of the water. I also passed away, who left me? Qinyuanchun Fu Zigui is worried about spring and wants to persuade him to rejuvenate. He hates it. The yellow rain is urgent, and the cold deceives the guests. At midnight, people will dream of home. There is no smoke in the shop, and the food in Chu township is cold. Flight is temporarily banned. Small condensation, dark red faded green old trees, shady trees. Who's looking for Du Ruo, Tingzhou? I want to complain to cranes and sing to apes at night. Even the grass in the sky, sadness and resentment, blowing curtains and fragrant catkins, stirring the depths of my heart. You too, Zhihu. I'm tired today. There is more spring water to pour in the urn. When you come back, ask Yuan Ming who is your bosom friend. Fang Yue's poetry collection "Commander Biezicai" is often unsatisfactory, but it is no different from the speaker. Knowing Jingmen Zicaifu, I dream of galloping south of the city. Fang Yue's "folk songs" have just entered Pengshan Road, which is fascinating. At night, young people shout at each other. Tea is elegant, moss stone has not dried a thousand buddhas. The government knocks on the tea crane and dances, and the military door grass hisses. The immortals must say that the history of Taiwan Province is too low today. The poem "Ye Zongcheng's Journey to Cangzhou Two Rhymes" can't win the debt of Cangzhou. Zeng Bochun asked Shuidao. The mountain is as strong as our county, and the wine is clear today. The article didn't take half a cent, and it never forgets anything. I'm afraid I'm bound by the monarch because I've planted a new kind of bamboo covered with raspberries. " This gentleman's room "has ice and snow movement in this elegant, but Adu is hard to make gold and stones." The pavilion is clear on the moon and clear at night, and the tide rises and falls in autumn. Toast is not vulgar, which means that I am also world-famous. Sitting on it, I want to forget my grandson, as straight as my Cao. The spring breeze of "pool pavilion is a thing" is just a peach and plum, and the billiards hall is not deep. Seagulls brush off feathers and turn over water, butterflies throw residual powder to remove flowers. Poetry inspires me, but keeping things urges people to invade. The running water has gone now, and there are bosom friends in the world. "Spring twilight" Taoxi spits fire and willow smoke, like a bowl of plum. Chun Yan is afraid of returning, and a curtain of rain and apricot blossoms are cold. The life span of "spring is bursting" will be one hundred years, and there will be no sunny days in spring. Are you sitting opposite Haitang and getting drunk, and never chasing flowers? These trees are so cloudy. The yellow bird is flying quietly. Mr. Wang wants to write a poem to send off spring, which seems to have been used all the time. In the Spring Festival Evening, green plums hang like beans, and purple ferns throw fists and rain fat. Only outside Liuqiao, apricot blossoms come and don't want to return. " The sound of spring is exquisite and green, and the shadow moves to the window. Ink painting is light in spring and late in garden. You might as well remember the bright moon again. How can you know? A dancing willow supports you when the wind comes. "Rain in the road" dust eats mink, and my life is Nelho. Spring thunder stings anger, and dusk mountain is cold. If you are poor and don't play long cymbals, you should play short cymbals. I know the plane is shallow, or I can share the gull waves. " Ding Sacrifice "Flowers are all under the jade, and morning glory is not in the middle of the night. The cave walls are still full of stones, and Ban has turned jade into a palace. " Huang Guan Ye Fu, alone, went back with solitary cranes, bamboo forests and pine hills. Refuse to avoid people in power and treat people like guests. Living in poverty does not belong to the left, and creation does not belong to me. Sweeping the stone bed and painting to sleep, self-pity poems are still stubborn. In February, the sun was shining, no rain was seen, and the drizzle was wet. In the evening, the sky is clear and Wan Li is covered with purple. Only then did I know that Yin Ling had disappeared. The noise of magpies among the two birds makes the public happy, and the noise of crows makes the public angry. Happiness can't be pulled away, but misfortune can't be pushed away. Duh, the second bug, what's wrong with you? It's raining and sunny on the grass eaves, and the magpies sound round. The master's color is harmonious, and he will never realize it. 189 misfortune often happens, and the crow tells it. At the end of the city, people spit everywhere. Magpies don't mind me. Loyal crows don't make mistakes. Try to ask the master, there is nothing good, likes and dislikes. Alas, after listening to it all my life, I feel that Tang Taishou has a gnashing Tian She Weng. Yesterday, the earth flowers fell to the grave, and the monument was broken to disperse the autumn wind. "Three tigers" yellow hair miserably rain, Lao Wu Chen Wenjing road blocked. The family doesn't give it, so I quit. There is a white-fronted tiger in Nanshan. A mother is famous for her three feet, and both her sons are very powerful. The firewood in the west didn't return yesterday evening, and the wreckage was nowhere to be found. It's not dark yet, and my hair is sad and sour. I'm not sure it's hard to go. Knocking on the door is urgent, and the beam is full of fire frost. Persuade the canal to stay overnight, but show that I am urging rent. Alas, Li Guang won't be executed for several weeks. When will his son cross the river? It's hard to say goodbye to this road, but Feng Dan is just like last year. Walking in autumn, the goose falls on the edge of sadness. The frost moon leans against the cold island, listening to the sound of the river at night scares the boat. In the corner of the lonely city, there is independent wind and smoke. In Xun Mei's Dream, the wild path hides the hermit's home, and the shore sand branches with the stream slope. Horseshoe snow is six thousand miles, and mountain pass flowers are three or four. The yellow leaves hold the fence and bury the grass, and the green light stews the mulberry and taro. A lifetime of misty rain, I don't dream of a golden sable suit. " Bayonglou "county is ancient and low near the water, and the city is deserted and closed early." The shore sand branches are thin, and the clouds in the south of the Yangtze River. The mountain is very thin, and the building should be tired of the noise of the city. The monument of the former dynasty is still there, and it has been eroded by half. "Banana" is naturally worrying, and listening to banana is not dry or rainy. Banana is easy to get rid of worry, but difficult to get rid of worry. It moves to phoenix tree and turns lonely. "Bananas" counted the leaves and the number of bananas and Ye Qiu, and it rained for a long time under the lights. Lingxi Temple used to listen at night and listen to the stream of Lingxi. "Egret Pavilion" is full of flowers, reeds are old and windy, and it is lonely to go to the autumn city alone. Egrets don't know this kind of thing, and the sky will return to the geometric year. Fang Yue's "Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion" is the past of the Six Dynasties, Qinhuai River, a flute night wind Jiangpuzhou. Who is my generation today, just like a fishing boat in the sunset. It's better to give up and bring books aboard. Guiya has a yellow calf, so it's a pity to have a pair of Bai Ou. However, if you have muddy mashed potatoes for She Yan, you may want to be a bright moon. Learn ice to make up for the mountain people, not for the temple. "Sick Eye" was dizzy before he was old [ch: and], and several volumes of Tang Qiu's books were recently abandoned. Things are ugly, but you'd better shut up. Life is full of troubles. Chess has been played for a long time, in order to avoid the rain before the lights, and the food is still comparable to the hoe under the moon. Face the wall and let [fū] sit full, which is elegant and vulgar. "Wang Shaoqing in Chengzhi County" is a specially designed collection of English gifts for the city, which actually refers to Cui Ying on the stove smoke. Jianjing has a new satrap, while Han Yan is still an old scholar. Poetry is as clear as frost and moon, and people are as clear as plum blossoms. Outside the snow last night, the drums were clearly lost. On "New Year's Eve", plum blossoms cover the door around the house, not the village. Because the people who returned to Chaisang are old, the wild pine chrysanthemum path still exists. This is a matter of time and fate. It is disrespectful to stop writing. The lamp will last half my life, and only the yellow calf will teach my grandson. " "New Year's Eve" is the joy of cattle in the west, living alone in middle age and fighting together. Things are a bit like floating clouds, but life is not strong enough. The forest is full of time, and the frost and snow want good wine. It is difficult to write spring posts in wild houses, but learn to write Li Sao in ice and snow. "Huishan Yin Yue inscription is used to find somebody else's rhyme, but simply look at the old man in front of the temple. When I meet a monk, I will find you, and I will not disappoint Bibo. The world doesn't talk about chrysanthemums, but tea still knows the hearts of the ancients. The white clouds live in the mountains together, and the yellow Ye Zhiqiu is shallow and deep. When the dragon lies in the dark, it has an appointment, and the geese return to the jungle for the month. Original title: Huishan Moon Printing Title, Finding the Charm of Home. It's simple. Repeat. The old pine tree in front of the temple lay upright in the wind and rain. The moon seal came back to a strange face because it was damaged and peeled off. I wanted to give a speech for the next round, so I died.