Introduction of Yugui characters

Yu Guizi, Renhe (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang), was an official and poet in the Song Dynasty. Five-year Jinshi (1232) and two-year Jinshi (1235) are limited. I used to be an official in the coastal areas and a magistrate. He and Chen Qi are very friendly and have poems to return. His poems are best at quatrains, and he often observes nature with a calm mind, and sometimes he has unique discoveries. The writing is clear and poetic.

Chinese name: Yu Gui

Mbth: Yugui

Nationality: China.

Place of birth: Renhe (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province)

Occupation: official, poet

Main achievements: Jinshi

Representative works: two volumes of Yuxi's poems, one volume of Yuxi's draft B, Yu Jia's poems, etc.

Dynasty: Southern Song Dynasty

Good at verse: quatrains

works

Yu Gui: There are two volumes of Yu Draft and one volume of Yu Draft. Yu Jia's Poems and Gu's Sixty Pieces of Southern Song Dynasty are original works. The school's book "Celebrity Collection of Song Dynasty" (hereinafter referred to as "Celebrity Collection"), the poems outside the new collection are attached at the end of the volume.

Catalogue of poems

Send friends to discuss poems in the Spring Festival Evening.

Four days ago, crossing the lake to send people to Laba, I kept thinking about Songjiang.

Cold Spring Pavilion and Ye Guang Yunwen Kanluoji Spring Return.

Spring Festival Gala: Spring Festival Gala on the lake is a matter of spring.

Qiao Feng Temple's second Wu Qiutan rhyme, the second Zhu Xia monk rhyme picking lotus songs.

Take a stroll on the lake and send Chen Yunju to Haitang in in my heart forever.

Letian in Pingjiang _ Master's Buy Fish in Autumn and Early Summer

The first summer of the peak of the book case is the first day of social life.

Relieve the worry that I'm over-anxious and over-anxious.

In Hsinchu, the misty clouds and stone walls sing poems and feathers.

After the rain, the ancient meaning is mixed with early spring.

Planting bamboo for Lu Qin in the clouds and sending sorrow home in the rain.

Two songs in Beijing, two songs in Beijing, and a moonlit night in Zhang Yu.

Read poems about scenic spots, Xiang Yan, and clumsy summer morning couplets.

Summer is summer, summer is summer, summer is summer.

Cherish the spring flow and worry in leisure.

Ji Shusong Jiang Shuhuai study

Songjiang sends spring moss to spend money.

Autumn is autumn, autumn is autumn, autumn is autumn.

Enjoy the moon in the mountains on autumn nights.

Farming is occasional, occasional.

Peifen Pinghu Tanabata, clear-headed.

Cold Spring Pavilion Lingyin sends books.

Home Jiang Shang Jiangshang Jiangtou

Please wear clothes for a long time in the official residence and the idle army

Look at my uncle Zu Songqing, a layman and a poet whose mouth occupies the tiger hill.

Huishan is a thing, and things are things.

Pick lotus songs at once, pick lotus songs, pick lotus songs.

Lotus picking song early autumn

Arrive at Songjiang Tower in the evening after Bingwu Tanabata in early summer, and arrive at Songjiang Tower in the evening after Bingwu Tanabata.

Song Xueyan cloud, Dongshan, fishing platform in lotus picking area

Spring is the second time. Tan Ange rhymes with spring.

selected poems

Send friends off in the Spring Festival Evening.

The day is warm with pear blossoms and snow, and the wind blows willow cotton. Spring is more than March and a half, and dreams recall ten years ago.

Poetry is echoed by warblers, but books are not passed on by geese. Dong Jun is as old as before, and my sideburns are sighing.

Spring Festival Evening Lake

Things have passed, and everyone is too lazy to go out. Water plus smoke, mountains with sunset sorrow.

The willow sings the yellow bird, and the beach lies in Bai Ou. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, so why buy a boat?

Citan 'an Xiongyun

Then Mongolia printed ink, and a word is better than a book. After two years, it is spring dusk.

Dreams are not in love, but hearts are in vain. Introspecting on my old age, I lived in a house near a mountain and a lake.

Ci Zhu Xia Yun Sheng

The city is soft and dusty, and the mountain stinks deep. Free wild cranes and spring birds.

Shi Jian sings spring jade, pine sticks and hairpin the sunset. I live in seclusion and have a reading heart.

Sweet Dew Temple

Occupy Huainan, and the west wind enters the temples. One river flows forever, and the scenery is the highest.

On a sunny day, I am fascinated by the smoke tree and sail alone to see off guests. Very few people are happy. Today is autumn.

Huishan

The path enters Songguan ancient times, and autumn clouds are accompanied by trees and smoke. I only suspect that there is rain in the mountains. It's just a stream, not a spring.

The poet stays on the wall and the tourists are tied to the boat. With whom to recruit Lu Yu, Ming Lu Gu Li.

Send Chen Yunju

I grew up in Beijing and wore clothes from the Eastern Jin Dynasty. There is no dust in the book, and every sentence in the pen is connected.

Jianghai became famous and the pond was full of dreams. The spirit is still the same, the fresher it is.

Jiuyu

After staying in Beijing for more than a month, you never know the scenery in spring. It can hurt the rain all night, just like in late autumn.

When the guests came, there was no wine, and everyone just talked about poetry. The closure of officials should be the hunger of the people.

Lingyin

Looking back two years, I went to Lingyin. I haven't seen enough all the way, and my clothes are loose and exposed.

White clouds come to meet, springs and waterfalls are plain. There is no such scene in the world, far better than Lushan Road.

On Poetry

There is no body on the avenue, where is the text? From innate painting, poetry is deleted from saints.

Popular for thousands of miles, the later works are out of reach. Weighing who is whose son, you can't save a word.

I sing.

Surrender my mind, like driving out foreign demons. The more bitter the poem is, the more correct the meaning is.

Time flies, the blue shirt is old and the white hair is worn away. Give up your talent for the world, but recite it yourself.

Peifen

Buy a boat to wear a secluded path, and the grave is the deepest. The wind near the mountain is often cold and cloudy during the day.

I didn't ride it all when I came. There were songbirds riding on the road. Send a message to the city people. Who wants to visit?

Autumn is the most important thing.

Stay with poets and don't teach worldly knowledge. Chatting in suburban markets is late, and autumn is just right.

Sorrow is only based on wine, and poetry remains in the bag. People don't sleep, and the lights are friendly for longer.

Autumn hymn

The scroll of songs is still open, and the songs are full of joy. Buy flowers, water the leaves and sweep the moss.

Towels are like cool yarn, and clothes are made of fine bamboo. Pan Lang was ashamed and white, mainly for Qiu Lai.

Shuhuai

Study in seclusion, where the village lives. The mind only wants to keep things, and the body is in harmony with the name.

Konoha leaves in the autumn wind and sings at the beginning of the night rain. My life is tonight, so I don't need anything

study

Weeds build by laying bricks or stones along the courtyard and cover the door at leisure. It's cool in the evening _ after the rain, the fallen leaves feel cicada sparse.

The sound of nature is like bamboo, and the sound of anvil is like clothes. Monks can't get through this, so there's no need to buckle the mystery.

Lengquange

Stepping into Yunling, Gao Ting Road is just flat. The pool is occupied by secluded trees, and the water is clear.

Poetry is difficult to recite without friends, and words are turned into words by monks. This is a real resort and the forest is silent.

Want to see the flying scenery, rent a boat at the lake head. White clouds invade mountains, and green trees are beside springs.

Those who enter the temple will come, and the forest will be full of shadows. The mountain is near, and you can learn Zen at night.

Guyi

Without affection, beauty is a long separation. The road is blocked and long, and the spring grass is green several times.

Feng chai has cold clouds on her temples, while Luan mirrors light clouds. I used to be a love birds, but now I am a lonely flying bird.

Worry about sending lang clothes, and the waist should be narrow.

Juxian

Rich people are rich people, and they don't worry if they are poor. Has its own LanHuiQing, not more ashamed than Xiao Ai.

Fame is like dew grass, floating tile Xu ruozhou. A once-in-a-lifetime encounter, Gao Kuiyi.

If poverty is not reached, a valley will camp on a mountain. The source is my festival, and my heart is carefully raised.

He Letian's early summer rhyme

The rain is enough to reach the mountain point, and the stream marks the shore sand. Flag planting, many wine merchants, hanging classes, are fishermen.

Bamboo shoots stretch in the ground and rape flowers are collected in the garden. In spring, the warbler sounds, and the wind swallows obliquely.

Cup with green lotus leaf and stir-fried white jade tea. The lonely village is dying, when there are crows.

early summer

The wild rose is dead and the peony is going downhill. There is a beautiful tree in the afternoon, and the scene is still clear and harmonious.

Poetry is sung every day, and there is no stranger in the door. Less bamboo shoots and more lotus leaves.

More than ten days after the spring, Xia Yun has been senile. Last year, I was embarrassed and my body was laughing.

But I want to lie on a white stone. The rock is green. I have arranged it carefully, so don't ask how to arrange it.

Appreciate the bright full moon

There is no cloud in the sky and no dust on the ground. June is complete, and the white jade is bright.

Ancient and modern with this month, according to the sky. The night before the bath is long and the wind is full of dew.

Clear the shadow into the window and talk with the heart. What you owe is a bottle of wine, but what you lack is a piano.

It's a pity to be at the seaside in such a good moonlight. Idiot in charge of official business, mentally exhausted.

No new moon, no entertainment, no frequency. Poetry is stirring tonight, and fishermen are singing wildly.

It's just that for Judah, the situation is relatively close to each other.

Lotus picking song

Female backup singer picking lotus, Wang Shengliu. I didn't mean to surprise Yuanyang, but Yuanyang flew.

Morning dew wets my clothes, and dusk shines in my eyes. A leaf is as small as a melon, so you can live there freely.

Singing and carrying diamonds, attacking the wind and attacking the feet. Reed leaves reflect the clear harbor and capture the appropriate bath.

There is pain in the lotus, and I want to break my hand and return it. A broken lotus may hurt the lotus root, but a broken lotus root is difficult to continue.

The original is laughing, and the pair of mandarin ducks is sinking. My heart is full of bitterness, and I am afraid that the bitterness of chewing lotus root will turn deeper.

Lotus leaf halter learns Taoist feelings, and the makeup is bright. Both heads are white and still neck and neck, laughing to see that Yuanyang is not old.

A round house rings with gold, and ancient people hide their children. You can't have too many thorns in your hand, but it's hard to hurt people.

Pinghu Vivi is even clear, with beautiful flowers. A pair of _ _ suddenly flew away and screamed at the bottom of the flower.

Who is the girl, who is the girl, who is the girl? Lotus sleeves are full of fragrance, and Lotus deeply forgets to return home.

There are many lotus flowers in the west of the West Lake, and the daughter of the boat is singing. The horse by the road, Kim, wants to live in autumn.

Put the boat into the depths of the flowers and look at the makeup in the stream without saying a word. Nanshan starts from Yunshan and Shan Yu, and the lotus does not return.

The waves started Yuanyang, and water droplets splashed hibiscus clothes. I hate that there are no flying feathers around you, and it's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan.

The west wind brings cool Yun Qi, and the boat floats in the water. The fragrant flowers are fragrant and fragrant, and the stalks are covered with thorns and onions.

Half the sky is red and golden, and the willow waves sing on the embankment. In the rainy season in central Hunan, everything is empty.

The ship is teetering, and the flowers are falling on the way home. The emerald demon river is so deep that the underwater elves don't know it.

On the river

Rain, willow color and deep spring in Yun Ge Pavilion in Jiangtou. The boat was blocked by the spring breeze, but who knows the guest's heart?

The light rain gradually inclined, and wine flags were inserted in two or three places. Jiangtou is decorated with the scenery of Qiu Lai, which is half reed flower and half Polygonum flower.

Tiger Hill

The two temples are now one temple, because Qin Hu occupied the top of the mountain. The crane flies to legend of king, and the bird stays in the ancient grave.

The stone flows with the spring, and the pond flows with the current. More than ten odd wins, not as good as chasing you.

The suddenly floating picture was inserted into Cui Wei, which was not combined with the deeds of the prince of Wu. The monk shut the gate before it was too late to let the idle clouds fly.

Autumn night

Autumn night is full of melancholy, and the empty hall is cool. The reading light can be turned off and I want to sleep for a long time.

Beef rings and weaving, fireflies flying and glowing. Rain came in from the window and dispersed the fragrance of rice and flowers.

Moonlight is like water and dust-free, and thousands of miles of acacia are always one heart. The edge of the winding fence is not clear, which makes autumn deep.

Bantang

Because of a visit to Yunyan Bantang, the flowers are fragrant in Qingming Festival. It is better to find a monk to walk on the boat while it is raining.

early autumn

The fire is old, the gold is soft, and the heat is weak. When it is cold, look at the western hills. The sound of autumn is nowhere to be found, only in the bamboo leaves in front of the window.

Chunyong

Reading poetry all day only covers the door, and going out in the drizzle is afraid of getting clothes. Apricot flowers have been painted with rouge. Swallow didn't come back.

Ciwu Qiuyuntan

If you meet someone, it's hard to stop fashion. You arrived at Baipingqiu in time, and your eyes were full of romantic songs.

Fishing platform

I don't love San Gong Han Lurong, but I'm a little romantic. Only benevolence and righteousness will be high through the ages, and it is impossible to win the world.

Dongshan

Dongshan is a lofty hermit's home. In a small garden with Japanese participation, there is no worry about planting plum blossoms.

Fengqiaosi

The lake is full of moonlight, the sky is bright, and the sound of geese makes people sleep. In the past, I have been to Qiao Feng, and I tied a boat on the stone shore.

Cross the lake

The boat moved to the other side, the waterline opened, and the warm wind and the fragrance of the sun were declining. The mountains are full of smoke, and Bai Ou's poems are flying.

Begonia

Begonia curled up to make rouge, and it was just right to sleep in the rain. The most important thing is that the master bears a grudge, but Ling Du has no poetry because of it.

He Ye Guang moire.

In the spring, things have changed, and I think of the short bridge on the lake. Last year in the cold food lounge, the boat was tied with wicker.

Walking on the lake

A rain, a spring, mangzhu idle, stepping on soft dust. I didn't know that spring came early in the city, and the willow trees by the lake were already very stuffy.

Jichou

It's ridiculous that there are four worries, no poetry and no discipline, and it's better than Huan Bo to solve my worries. The night is long, the bright moon screen is cold, and it is half autumn cold.

Trust sb.

An old story is empty, don't let lovesickness meet in a dream. It's cloudy and rainy on the balcony, and it's thousands apart today.

Send a book

Years laugh at me, and life is separated from rivers and lakes. There is no letter about Hengyang goose being taken from the building.

home

Overlooking the western hills, it is necessary to lay bamboo fences. Canmei still keeps the Integrity Festival and didn't marry Dong Jun last night.

Jiangtou

Egrets fly at the edge of Yupu Mountain, and the sunset at Xixing Ferry is dim. I am too lazy to look high, but I am insatiable. I can't see the tide of the river and refuse to return.

Hold a government position

Fortunately, there are not many official duties in the government, and the court is empty. Recently, I feel that there are fewer poetry friends. Who wants Gao Xuan to live for me?

Please put on your military uniform

The camp invited spring clothes today and won back like a mountain. I once read that soldiers fell in the snow and armored guards were guarding the periphery.

order

The garden is dark red, and bamboo shoots and ferns are fat in the mountain of Shu Niaoti. In spring and summer, the seal was handed in early, and the cotton-padded jacket took off its light coat.

Four days before Laba

It's sunny and cloudy, so it's hard not to be afraid of the cold when you get old. I live with my partner, and I took the poet to Daixin.

Buy fish

In late autumn, reed flowers and lotus leaves, and the shadow of geese is oblique and far away from the water. Frequently told the fish buyer not to _, and secretly boarded the ship that was afraid of officials.

Nancuo _ Master's Pingjiang.

Qingpu has just met for two years, and meeting again tonight is also the frontier. Poetry bag and moon cross, steady maple bridge midnight boat.

farm work

Being a farmer is busy everywhere, and the golden ball does not satisfy the hunger. Jinghua only knows music, but I don't know men plowing women mulberry.

Pinghu

Pinghu is picturesque, and the boat goes back. In the past, there was nowhere to be found, and there were always herons flying on the western hills.

Tanabata is pregnant.

Broken hair, thread a needle under the moon _ next to the building. If you are not alone, you will be sad in the sky.

Qingming Festival

The rain in Chaolaige is cheerful and sunny, and the cotton on the branches is quite in tune. The festive season is not wasted, and life wins a few Qingming.

Qiuhuai

It's early autumn when I wake up late and return to the ship. There is water, light and clouds. The west wind blew off a leaf of sorrow regardless of the resentment of the phoenix tree.

sway

My sideburns are silky today, and I feel sad alone every spring. I hate the weakness of the swing. Romance is not as good as that of teenagers.

autumn

The hibiscus did not tear down the Gui Xiang float, and the west wind geese crossed the building at dusk. It rained in the middle of the night, and autumn was very sad.

In the mountains.

Cut the bamboo to catch the spring and invite the mountain in front of the bottle. By the window of a bright moon porch, I slept alone on the rattan bed.

Sheri

Now the society is still cold, and the swallows are still looking for Wuliujia. Kill meat without touching me, and drink deaf wine to kill time.

Shouxia

Trees cover green leaves, and lotus leaves fall from the pool. The purple swallows between the beams are new and weak, and they come to the eaves to learn to fly.

Ji Shu

I have already achieved fame and fortune, so why bother to visit Beijing again? If I had known it was too late for Rongjia, I would have entered the mountain.

Send spring

Feeling bad about leaving, the old lady was too lazy to write a poem to send her to the spring. There was no trace when we came home, so we could know it by hanging down Yang.

Send someone to Songjiang

The west wind is bleak and enters the ship window, and the wine jar is full of sorrow. I still remember the parting at this time, and the evening drizzle enveloped Songjiang.

Taiqian

Court build by laying bricks or stones Fiona Fang out of the king, why gore theory of money. The poor family blocked the new wealth and bought out the West Lake.

Tigan Yuxi

Don't get involved in the stormy waves, you are self-stable, you are alone in the shade. The way to know the world is multi-machine _, and the first line is idle.

Xichun

After two points in spring, find red clouds on peach blossom water. The tourists waved that spring had gone, and the orioles outside the willow were still singing.

stream

The foot of the cloud opened again, and there was a faint thunder. The boy suddenly reported that the stream was rising and knew that it was raining in the former village.

Arrive at Songjiang Tower that night after Bingwu Tanabata.

When it comes to the rainbow, it will smoke at dusk, and the rain in the former village will not sail. Fortunately, I got to know monks, so I can sleep at night.

Little is known among the guests, just like the death knell. If there is no one in the Qing Dynasty, take a lamp to read Ju Chi's poems.

Chungui

Qingqing bears fruit in the plum shoots, only to see that spring has come and summer has passed. Knowing the master Shuang Yanzi, Shannon took the title to manage the new nest.

The sunny weather and the strong smell of wine attracted the madness of bees. At the independent fence, the flower seller is painting the west side of the bridge.

(of a young woman) complaining in the boudoir.

Feng Ke's sideburns are small and loose, and there is wine in the pillow. Put a wicker in your hand and think carefully about the spring breeze.

Anyone who pities others to lock up Zhu Lou will only worry about the railing all day. Swallows also know that people are unlucky, so they fly slightly away from the curtain hook.

flat

A lesson is blowing to report autumn knowledge, and the jade dew and golden wind are at the right time. Wearing cool towels and wild clothes, watching Tang poetry in osmanthus fragrance.

Short hair is full of mirrors, but you shed it at home. I haven't seen the West Lake for two years, so I'm Bai Ou.

Sungkiang

In the short crown of lotus fragrance, water, color and mountain light are all the same. I didn't expect to go to the rainbow twice this year.

Lotus leaves are breezy and hot, and the waves are cold and wet. The crying rainbow is still in the dark for three months, and it only takes one trip back to Yuxi.

Spring is the most important thing.

It's late at night, and there are no apricot flowers in the garden. Half sunny and half rainy spring is not accurate, Yan is afraid of light cold and can't bear to fly.

When spring enters the home, it is deep and the courtyard is long and heavy. The guests' impatience with the rain aroused homesickness.

Spring is full of Wu tou, and water is lapping on the shore. I remember last year's peach leaf crossing, and infinite lovesickness made people sad.

Write out of inspiration

Dong Jun is very busy everywhere, if only it rained. Hostels have been opened all over Shan Mei, and they are all lazy from now on.

Thin and gentle cold dew rain, slightly whispering the early autumn wind. When the boat arrives in Songjiang, it catches birds at three highs.

Clouds brew rain and delay flowers, and plums have drifted apricot branches. It is a dreamy place in the pond, and spring grass hooks into new poems.

You can practice sweating and bathing in summer and call it a day in autumn. No one * * * ordered the lyrics, which are unique to cicada Screaming Trees.

Blowing down Yang Huachun, the new green rain in the pond adds scars. The sericulture season is still cold, and the villagers are semi-closed.

Chuihong

A scene in Songjiang is Hongqiao, and I want to invite poets to catch the giant aojiang. Wuyue knows several dreams of his government, but today he is strong and tall.

The snow is cold, and the fishing song of the autumn moon is firm but gentle. Tidy up thousands of hectares of glass, all for _ _ painting the waves.

Song Xueyan Yun

Poetry is as clear as plum blossoms, and the Jianghu has long known its name. If you don't allow it, you stick to the plan and stay behind the scenes.

According to the spirit of the seat, it is beautiful, and it is only when you are an official that you press Jincheng. Xinglang was once a bosom friend. He looked at seaweed.

Look at the poem of my late uncle Zu Songqing, a layman.

Every time the Confucian crown laughs, He Guiyu stays in spring. Nanpu doesn't think grass hates, and West Lake worries about plum blossoms.

Four spirits have passed away, and the old man has retired. Who will continue? Domestic chickens can be searched again.

Book case peak

The alien took part in the Yupan meditation rest and suddenly a corner stood on the top. The cloud roots are strong at the far tip, and whoever folds the moss doubts the rain.

In my dream, my eyes are empty and my chest is full of saliva. It is difficult for this dragon to enter the Ningsangpu, and it was unearthed for several years.

Don't be a big ginseng in the rain

Therefore, standing listening to the rain and looking up at the abyss, a rain will comfort the people today. After a long period of economic development, Cambodia's heart is still there, and the reason for the change is still the same as the sky.

Patriotism, diligence, broad jade belt, and profound defense of Jincheng. It's hard to describe my exploits, but I saw the royal family celebrate peace.

Qiu Ge

The west wind is tight, the leaves fall off the branches, and the cold dew _ Xiju hedges. Reed flowers are white and full of beauty, and geese are anxious and sad.

Wu Le _ I am excited to think that the situation is still far away. Vigorous, the night leaks late, the clouds are dark and the mountains are declining.

One by one, squinting at the yellow ash blowing, I feel sorry for thousands of disciples and can't drive them away. Poor apes threw themselves into the forest and let them go, but they learned.

From now on, I will be bound by a micro-official, showing that I can sing, sing, drink and be happy. Don't you care about my brothers and sisters? How lonely pedestrians are.

Appreciation of Crossing the Lake

The boat moved to the other side, the waterline opened, and the warm wind and the fragrance of the sun were declining.

The mountains are full of smoke, and Bai Ou's poems are flying.

Appreciation: This is a poem describing the scenery, describing the beautiful scenery seen when boating on the lake. From one side of the lake to the other, the boat drew a soft waterline on the lake. What a beautiful day. The sunshine is warm, and the wind sends plum blossoms. The mountains in the distance are misty, like the colors in ink painting. Bai Ou flies in the sky from time to time, arousing my infinite poetry.