Li Yu , the ruler of the Southern Tang Dynasty during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, reigned from 961 to 975, the character Chongguang, the initial name of Congjia, the number of Zhong Yin, Lianfeng resident.
The sixth son of Li Jing of the Southern Tang Dynasty, he succeeded to the throne in the second year of Song Jianlong (961), and was known as Li Hou lord.
In the eighth year of Kaibao, the Song army broke through the southern Tang capital, and Li Yu surrendered to the Song, was captured in Beijing, and was made a general of the Right Qianniu Wei and a disobedient marquis.
Later, he was poisoned by Emperor Taizong of Song for his nostalgia for his homeland.
Although Li Yu did not understand politics, his artistic talent was extraordinary. Fine calligraphy, good painting, tonal rhythm, poetry and literature have a certain degree of achievement, especially the achievement of words is the highest. Ancient masterpieces such as "Yu Meiren", "LangTaosha", "Dark Night Cry" and so on.
Li Yu, who failed politically, left an immortal chapter on the altar of words and was known as the "Emperor of Words through the Ages".
When is the autumn moon of Yu Meiren?
When is the Spring Flower autumn moon? How much do you know about the past. Xiao Lou had another east wind last night, and the homeland could not look back at the middle of the moon.
The carved fence jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed. How much sorrow can you have? It is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Three spring blossoms, a full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the years continue to change, how beautiful life is. But when will my prisoner's years of suffering be over?
Meet Huan and go up to the West Building without a word
Wordlessly go up to the West Building, the moon is like a hook. Lonely sycamore deep courtyard lock Qingqiu.
Cutting continuously, rationalizing is still chaotic, and it is sad. Don't be the general taste in your heart.
In the eighth year of Kaibao (975 AD), the Song Dynasty destroyed the Southern Tang Dynasty, and Li Yu was defeated and imprisoned in Fenjing. Li Yu's later lyrics poured out the pain of losing the country and the thought of going to the country, which was deeply mournful and deeply moving. "Meet and Greet" is a very representative one of the later lyrics.
The rain outside the curtain is babbling
Outside the curtain, the rain is babbling, and the spring is beautiful. Luo Yu was impatient with five more cold. In the dream, I did not know that I was a guest, and I was greedy.
Alone without a column, unlimited rivers and mountains, it is easy to see when it is difficult. Flowing water and flowers go to spring also, heaven and earth.
The tone of this word is low and sad, revealing the endless thoughts of Li Yu, the king of the fallen country, which can be said to be a mourning song that looks like a miserable one.
Seeing Huan Lin Hua thanked Chun Hong
Lin Hua thanked Chun Hong, too hurried. Helpless to come cold rain late wind.
Rouge tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Since people grow up to hate water and grow east.
The forest flowers withered and fell red everywhere. When do flowers bloom and fall? Spring went too hurriedly. Helplessly, how can the delicate flowers withstand the cold rain and the miserable wind in the evening?
Sauvignon Blanc Ichigo Mountain
One mountain, two mountains. Mountains far away from the sky high smoke water cold, acacia maple leaf Dan.
Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. Sai Yan Gao Fei people have not returned, a curtain of wind and moon idle.
The early works of the later lord Li Yu mainly reflect court life and the love between men and women, and the theme is narrow. However, there are also some works that express sad emotions, there are no complex emotions in the later period, but only improvise the inner emotions by writing words, and "Sauvignon Blanc YizhongShan" is a representative work of this period.
Kiyoheiraku Don't come to the spring half
Don't come to the spring half, touch the soft intestines. The falling plums were like snow, and the whisk was still full.
There is no evidence for the yanlain to hear, and the road is difficult to achieve. Away from hate is just like spring grass, and it is farther and farther to live.
This song "Qing Ping Le" shows the author's scene in the annoying spring color, touching the scene and missing his relatives who are away from home.
Forty years of home country
Forty years of home country, three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. Fengge Dragon Tower Lian Xiaohan, Yushu Qiongzhi as a smoke lotus, how many have you ever known Gange?
Once classified as a vassal, Shen Waist Pan sideburns are consumed. The most is the day of the hasty resignation of the temple, and the church still plays a parting song and weeps at gong'e.
The word was written a few years after Li Yu's surrender to the Song Dynasty, the last few years of the author's life, and the specific time is unknown. After Jinling was breached by the Song army, Li Yu was captured. This farewell, Li Yu recorded the scene and feelings at that time with this "Broken Line".
Linjiangxian Cherry fell and returned in the spring
The cherry fell and returned in the spring, and the butterfly turned gold powder and flew twice. Zi Zhi cries moon small building west, jade hook curtain, sad twilight smoke hanging.
After the lonely people in the other alleys dispersed, the tobacco residue was sluggish. The incense is idle phoenix, empty holding the belt, looking back at hate Yiyi.
In November 975 (the eighth year of the Song Dynasty Emperor Zhao Kuangyin Kaibao), Jinling City was destroyed, Li Yu surrendered, and southern Tang was destroyed. In the spring of the following year, Li Yu was escorted to the Song capital of Bieliang and lived a life of a prisoner ever since. This is his work of mourning the casualties of the country in the city of Bieliang, which is straightforward and emotionally painful.
Yu Meiren Wind returned to the courtyard of the courtyard
The wind returns to the courtyard and the willow eyes continue to spring. With half a day alone, there is still a bamboo crescent moon like that year.
The song is not dispersed, and the ice on the pool surface is first solved. The candlelight is dark and the painting is deep, and the sideburns are full of frost and snow.
This poem should be written after Li Yu's fall, in the first month of 976 (the ninth year of the Song Dynasty's Kaibao), the Southern Song Dynasty fell, and Li Yu became a prisoner of the Song Dynasty. During the two years, Li Yu rarely met with his former ministers and concubines, there was no freedom of action and speech, songs and feasts were rested, and sometimes poor and miserable. It was in this context that the poem was written.
Butterfly Love Flower Spring
Walking around in the night pavilion. Only after the qingming, I gradually felt hurt the spring twilight. A few points of rain sound wind about to stop. Hazy moon clouds come and go.
Peach apricot faintly fragrant dark crossing. Whoever was on the swing, laughed softly. An inch of acacia. There is no place for arrangement.
The season has passed the clear, and the aroma of peach and apricot is still there. After the light rain, the light moon is hazy. Strolling through the pavilion, overhearing the swing shelf, the smile is light, evoking thousands of strands of love in my heart. The poet integrates the thoughts of cherishing spring, hurting spring and cherishing people. The whole word is written softly and delicately, gracefully and colorfully.
Dark night crying last night wind and rain
Last night the wind and rain, the curtain fluttered autumn sound. The candle is leaking and the pillow is broken, and the sitting cannot be flat.
The world is flowing with the flowing water, and it is a dream that comes to life. Drunken township roads should be stable and frequent, and they are not easy to walk.
Last night, the wind and rain were thick, and the tents covering the windows were blown by the autumn wind. There were few candles burning, the water in the pot had leaked out, and I leaned back on the pillow again and again, tossing and turning. Lying down and sitting up, my mind cannot be calmed.
The things of the world, like the flowing water that passed in the east, never returned, and thinking about my life is like a big dream. Only by getting drunk can you get rid of the bitterness in your heart, and no other method will work.
Memories of Gangnam how much hate
How much hate, last night in the dream. It is also like the old days of swimming in the garden, and the car is like a flowing water horse like a dragon. The flower moon is springing.
How many resentments there are, all in last night's dream. In the dream, it seems that I am still the monarch of my homeland, often playing in the Shangyuan Garden, the cars continue to drive like flowing water, and the horses are constantly moving like a dragon. It is the beautiful spring scenery, and the spring breeze is blowing.
Mashing Zi Ling Fukain Jing
The deep courtyard is quiet, the small courtyard is empty, and the intermittent cold anvil is intermittent.
Helpless night long people do not sleep, counting and the moon to the curtain.
"Trickster" is both a word card and the title of this little word. Lian is a kind of white silk cooked silk, which must be pounded on the anvil stone with a wooden pestle; Ling zhi Xiao Ling, which means short song. In this small order of only twenty-seven words, the author focuses on the inner feelings brought by the sound of autumn night practice to a person who can't sleep all night because of loneliness and bitterness, and implicitly conveys an indescribable psychological secret and emotional atmosphere.
Fisherman Langhua intends to snow for thousands of miles
The waves are intentionally thousands of miles of snow, and the peach blossoms are wordless in a team of spring.
A pot of wine, a pole body, happy as a nong there are a few people.
The waves on the river are tumbling like snow, and the rows of peach blossoms on the shore are blooming, and the spring is in full swing. With a pot of fine wine next to you and a fishing rod in your hand, how many people in the world are so free and happy?
Bodhisattva Man Flower Bright Moon Dark Cage Light Fog
The dark cage of the bright moon is light and foggy, and it is good to go to Lang's side this evening. Socks step incense steps, hand-held golden shoes.
Seeing the south bank of the painting hall, I have always been snuggled and trembling. It is difficult for slaves to come out, and the gods are merciful.
This word was written around 964 AD (the second year of the Northern Song Dynasty) when Li Yu described his secret meeting with Xiao Zhouhou. Xiao Zhouhou was the younger sister of Empress Zhaohui, empress Dowager Zhaohui and Empress Dowager Xiaozhou, and their fate was similar to that of Shun's two concubines, Empress Dowager Ying.
The flowers are so delicate under the hazy moonlight, I want to meet you secretly on this charming night. I walked up the incense steps naked, gently carrying the golden shoes in my hand. I finally saw you on the south bank of the painting hall! Snuggled in your arms, my heart was still trembling. Do you know how hard it is for me to come out and see you once, and tonight I will let you love and pity me as much as you want.
The past is only sad
The past is only sad, and it is difficult to rehearse the scenery. Autumn Wind Courtyard Moss Invasion Steps. A bead curtain is idle, who comes all day long.
The golden lock has been buried, and the vigorous artemisia is strong. Cool night on a clean moon. I want to get the shadow of the Jade Lou Yao Temple, and the air shines on Qin Huai.
Looking back on the past, it only makes people lament in vain; even if they face a beautiful scenery, it is difficult to dispel the sorrow in their hearts. The autumn breeze is cold, and the cold courtyard is crawling with mossy steps, which are visible to the eye. The beaded curtain in front of the door, let it hang lazily, never rolled up, and no one will come to visit anyway all day.
The iron chains of the Hengjiang River have been deeply buried at the bottom of the river; the heroic spirit has long been paid to the wild weeds in the wilderness. In the evening, the weather gradually turned cooler, and the sky was so clear at this time, and the moonlight sprinkled on the Qinhuai River without any shade.
Midnight Song : How can life's sorrow be avoided
How can life be avoided with sorrow, and what is the limit of soul-destroying self-love! The dream of the homeland was returned, and I felt tears in my eyes.
Tall buildings with whom? Long remember the autumn sunny hope. The past is empty, still like a dream.
How can the sorrows of life be avoided? Only I am sad and miserable! I dreamed that I had returned to my homeland and woke up with tears in my eyes.
Who is going up with me? I will always remember a clear autumn day, looking out over a tall building. The past has become empty, as if in a dream.
Happy Migration Warbler Dawn Moon Fall
The moon fell, the clouds were slight, and the wordless pillow was frequent. Dream back to the grass SiYi, the sky far away geese sound rare.
The warblers are scattered, the flowers are chaotic, and the lonely painting hall is deep in the courtyard. The piece of red hugh is exhausted from Yi, leaving it for the dancers to return.
The moon at dawn fell into the blue sky, and the clouds in the night sky had faded, and they were silently leaning on the pillow. When I woke up in my dream, I still loved the grass, and the sound of geese disappeared into the distant sky.
The yellow warblers that cry out for dawn are scattered, and the scattered flowers are chaotic, leaving only the lonely painting hall deep in the courtyard. Let the red sweep it all over the place, leaving it for the dancers to return to the carpet.
How many tears to remember Gangnam
How many tears, stained sleeves and crossed. With mo and teardrops, Feng Sheng Hugh blew to The Moon Ming, and the intestines were even more unmistakable.
How many tears I had, crisscrossing my face. I don't have to talk about my heart while crying, don't blow up when I cry, I am undoubtedly extremely sad now.
Magnolia evening makeup debut bright muscle snow
Evening makeup at the beginning of the bright muscle snow, spring temple concubines and fish.
The sheng flute blew through the water and clouds, and the song was repeated throughout the neon clothes.
Who is more fragrant in Linchun? Drunken patting dry taste cut.
When you return home, put candlelight red, and wait for the horseshoe to clear the night moon.
This poem, which describes the pomp and circumstance of the night court song and dance and feast in the life of Li Yu's early emperors, was composed by the author in the heyday of the Southern Tang Dynasty.
Xie Xin'en Ran Ran Qiuguang could not stay
The rising autumn light could not be retained, and the autumn leaves were full of twilight. It is too heavy sun again, tai xie ascends to the place, and the jasmine falls. Purple chrysanthemum, floating garden household, evening smoke cage drizzle. Yongyong Xinyan swallowed a cold voice, and hated the similarity of older years.
According to the "Poetry of the Past Dynasties", this poem is noted: "Monotonous, fifty-one words, stop Li Yu one, regardless of the front and back paragraphs, stored for preparation." Liu Jizeng's "Notes on the Second Main Words of the Southern Tang Dynasty" also said: "It is neither segmented nor similar to the original tone, and there is no one who fills in this tune." According to the "Lexical Collection", it is "supplementary", and its annotation says: "This word is not repeated and is suspected of being wrong." Ye Ben (Ye ShenQian's "TianlaiXuan Dictionary") is divided into "places" in the character "at". That's it.
"Sorrow" is the content of sad autumn, but in this song, its expression is more natural and elegant. Li Yuzi often has the way of writing with love to see the scene, but this song he uses is in the way of seeing the scene. Most of the whole song is written in the scene, it is all about creating an atmosphere, and it is only at the end that the main idea is pointed out. This kind of writing is fully laid, natural and smooth, such as the big waves coming from afar, the first sight of the slight waves, the collapse of the rocks and the clouds on the shore, and the sense of stone breaking the sky, this kind of brushwork should be used as a reference when writing the lyricism of the scene. However, in this poem, Li Yu still can't help but be suspicious of seeing the scene with affection, so the mood of the whole word is unclear and fast, and the atmosphere of sadness and sentimentality is slightly stronger.
Bodhisattva Man Copper Spring Rhyme Crisp Cold Bamboo
The copper spring rhymes crisp and cold bamboo, and the new sound slows down to play the shift fiber jade. The eyes are dark and hooked, and the autumn waves are flowing.
Rain clouds deep embroidery household, come to harmonic essence. The feast was empty again, and the soul was lost in the spring dream.
This poem describes a man's love and fascination with a musician at a banquet, and can also be said to be another record of Li Yu's early imperial life.
A bead of Xiao makeup for the first time
Xiao makeup first passed, Shen Tan lightly injected some of them. Slightly revealing cloves to people, a song of clarity, temporarily leading to cherry breaking.
The sleeves of the sleeves are remnants of Yin color, and the cup is deeply swirled with incense mash. The embroidery bed leaned on the delicate, chewing red mushrooms, and smiling at Tan Lang.
Judging from the overall style, this word is Li Yu's early work. Professor Zhao Xiaolan, doctoral supervisor of the College of Literature of Hunan Normal University, director of the Chinese Song Dynasty Literature Society, and executive director of the Chinese Lexicology Research Association, believes that this word describes the boudoir fun of honey oil between Li Yu and his wife.
Looking at Jiangnan, idle dreams are far away
Idle dreams are far away, and the southern country is fangchun. The orchestral river surface of the ship is muddy, and the city is full of flying rollers and light dust. Busy killing flower people!
Idle dreams are far away, and the southern country is in the early autumn. Thousands of miles of cold and distant, reeds deep in the lonely boat, flute in the Moon Ming Building.
Idle dreams are long, and the spring light in the southern country is just right. The sound of the orchestra on the boat is incessant, the river is turquoise, the willows are flying all over the city, and the faint dust and smoke are rolling, which is busy with the people watching the flowers.
Idle dreams are far away, and the southern Tang Dynasty is in the autumn of high and refreshing autumn. The vast and endless rivers and mountains are shrouded in a faint autumn color, and there is a lonely boat in the depths of the beautiful reed flowers, and the melodious flute echoes in the moonlit tall buildings.
Nguyễn Lang Gui Cheng was the twelfth brother of King Cheng
The east wind blows the water and the mountains are long, and the spring is long and idle. The flowers are drunk and drunk.
Quietly, night makeup, by whom? Stay in the light and cherish Zhu Yan, and lean on the lonely at dusk.
Huan Xi Sha turn candle fluttering a dream
Turning the candle to a dream, looking for traces of the past. The Heavenly Sect's wish was contrary to his own.
Wait for the moon pond platform to pass away from the water, the shade flower pavilion is diagonal, and the landing will not hesitate to be more wet.
It is really unpredictable, like the wind shaking candle fire, and like a drifting duckweed, in the end it is just like a dream, wanting to find the old traces of the past, but it is already a thing, where can I find it? Separated by mountains and rivers.
Sauvignon Blanc Cloud Vortex
Clouds are a wisp, jade is a shuttle, and a light shirt is thin. Light double snail.
There are many autumn winds, rain and rain, and three or two bananas outside the curtain. What a night long!
A bun of coiled hair, a jade hairpin inserted into it, a light colored top with a light skirt, somehow frowning slightly.
Standing alone by the window, the sound of wind and rain mixed together, the plantains outside the window are also three or three, two in two, this long lonely night tells people what to do.
Crossing the river and looking at Shicheng wept
Jiangnan Jiangbei old hometown, a dream for thirty years.
The Wuyuan Palace is now deserted; the Guangling Tai Hall is desolate.
The cloud cage is far away, and the rain returns to the boat with tears.
The four brothers had three hundred mouths, and they could not sit idle and think about it.
Jiangnan or Jiangbei, it turned out to be my hometown, thirty years have passed, it is like having a dream.
Fisherman· A spring breeze and a leaf boat
A spring breeze and a leaf boat, a cocoon and a light hook.
Flowers are full of Nagisa, wine is full of Ou, and there is freedom in the waves.
The fisherman rode a flat boat and rowed a long oar, facing the spring wind, haunting the waves. He sometimes lifted a silk thread and put down a light hook; sometimes he raised the wine jug, looked at the spring flowers on the sandbank, and tasted the wine contentedly on the surface of the water.
Bodhisattva Man Penglai Temple Closed Roof Lady
The Penglai Courtyard closed the roof for women, and the painting hall was speechless. Throw the pillow green cloud light, embroidered clothes smell strange.
Sneaking beads lock and moving, I was shocked to realize the silver screen dream. The face is slow and smiling, and the look is infinite.
In the beautiful courtyard lived a beautiful woman who slept during the day in an ornate house, with no one talking together. When the person was asleep, his head left the pillow, his hair was dark and shiny, and his clothes were covered with an unusual aroma.
Sneaking in and encountering a door knocker with pearl inlays, it awakened the woman's good dreams. Sweet and lovely face, full of smiles; you look at me, I look at you, each other really have endless infinite affection.
Huan Xi Sha Red Sun has reached a height of three feet
The red sun has been three feet high, and the golden furnace has added incense to the beast. The red brocade lichen crumpled with steps.
The beauty dances with gold and sniffs the flowers when the wine is evil. The temple hears the drums playing.
This word is the southern Tang Dynasty lord Li Yu's description of the situation in his palace when he was in the height of Jiangnan. It reflects Li Yu's early court life.
Nostalgia
I also saw the old branches of the tung flowers, and the smoke and rain on the first floor were miserable.
Who would be, unconsciously tearful eyes low.
There is no more delicate posture in the layer city, and the festival is not self-sustaining.
There was the old smoke moon of that year, and the moths in Hibiscus City were crying.
The palace people celebrate the slaves
The style is getting old and seeing the spring shame, and the old tour is dissipating everywhere.
Thanks for the long strip of déjà vu, the strong hanging smoke whisks the person's head.
Picking mulberries and reels in the evening of the golden well sycamore
The sycamore in the golden well is late, and a few trees are frightened in autumn. The day rain is new, and the 100-foot shrimp must be in the jade hook.
Qiong Window Spring Break Double Moth Wrinkles, Looking Back at the Side. If you want to send scales, the cold waves of Jiuqu are not flowing.
In late autumn, under the plane trees, next to the reel gold well, the leaves are full of fallen leaves. Trees change in autumn, and people see autumn colors and are sad. Holding a hundred feet of curtains, looking out the window at the drizzle, the old sorrows have added new sorrows.
The woman in the boudoir guarded the Qiong Window alone, thinking that Shaohua was gradually passing away, and her wish was difficult to achieve, how could she not frown with her eyebrows and worry in her heart. Looking back at the frontier, there has been no news for a long time. I wanted to send letters, but the Cold Waves of the Yellow River were gushing, and it was difficult to trace the flow, and Si Woman could only watch bitterly in loneliness.
Picking mulberries and Tingqian spring is red and glorious
In front of the pavilion, the spring is red and the dance is wandering. The drizzle is light, and the eyebrows are not released temporarily.
The green window is calm and the sound is broken, and the incense is printed into gray. Kanae is affectionate, and wants to sleep hazy and dream.
The red flowers in front of the pavilion fall, the spring light also goes with the flowers, the flowers fall gracefully, as if dancing, the flowers can't bear to go back, it seems to be wandering. The drizzle, this rain, soaked the falling flowers, but also soaked the melancholy, my eyebrows locked, rare to show.
There is no distant sound, alone in the green window ledge, cold and clear, empty and lonely, the incense is ethereal, and gradually burned into ashes. When the thoughts are unbearable, when they are bored, they are sleepy, and the people who miss them are hazy and enter the dream.
LinjiangXian Qin Lou did not see the blowpipe girl
Qin Lou did not see the lady of the flute, and the scenery of the garden was empty. Pink Ying JinRui is low. The east wind annoyed me, and only then did I send a fragrance.
Qiong Window woke up in a dream and left a remnant day, and he had to hate it for a long time! The outer reflection of the green trunk is weeping. See each other for a while, like a lazy dream.
This song lyrically expresses the mood of nostalgia, long worry, full of helpless sorrow.
Tricksters cloud sideburns
Cloud sideburns, night makeup, with hateful eyebrows far away. For whom and tears lean on the dry?
The beauty's hair was disheveled, her evening makeup was not neat, and her eyebrows were gathered like distant mountains because of sorrow and hatred. The white tender little hand leaned against his cheek, leaning against the railing, not knowing who was crying tears of sorrow.
Linjiangxian Ting Airbus scattered after the return
After the airbus dispersed, the painting hall was half-covered with beaded curtains. Lin Feng was tired of the night, the small building crescent moon, looking back at the fiber.
Chunguang Town is empty and old, and the new worries hate He Poor. The golden knife force was trapped and lazy, and a Qiang flute sounded, startling the drunken Yi rong.