Nie Yizhong

Nie Yizhong

Nie Yizhong, a native of the south of the Tang River, was born in the second year of Kaicheng (837) of emperor Wenzong of the Tang Dynasty and died in an ominous year, probably in the early years of Houliang. (Collected Poems of Nie Yizhong) (around 871 AD), written as Tanzhi, is a poet in the late Tang Dynasty. His native place is Hedong (now Yuncheng, Shanxi) and Henan (now Luoyang, Henan). The year of birth and death, life are unknown, around 870 ad living. Xiantong 12 years (871) ascended the first official Huayin Wei. When he came to office, he had nothing left except Qin Shu. The language of his poems is simple, the words are shallow and the meaning is sad. Many poems deeply exposed the cruel exploitation of the people by the feudal ruling class, and deeply sympathized with the sufferings of the farmers. His representative works include "Ode to the Tian family", "two poems of the Tian family", "short song", "early departure from the ancient city of yebeijing" and "miscellaneous resentment". Among them, "Ode to the Tian family" and "two poems of the Tian family" (one of them) are the most popular (most of the later generations identify them as the works of Li Shen, so we don't mention them).

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Nie Yizhong (around 871 AD), a poet of the Tang Dynasty, was a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The year of birth and death, life are unknown, around 870 ad living. He was born in poverty, but he was born in hardship. Xiantong twelve years (871) Jinshi. Due to the turmoil of the current situation, he stayed in Chang'an for a long time, only to make up for Huayin captain. When he came to office, he had nothing left except Qin Shu. Nie Yizhong's poems, with simple style and profound content, are unique in the late Tang Dynasty. For example, gongzixing Er Shou and gongzijia satirize the extravagance and licentiousness of noble CHILDES, Tianjia and yongtianjia condemn the heavy exploitation of the working people by feudal taxes and labor, and zayuan Er Shou express the pain of people's family separation caused by years of war, which are sincere and touching. In the biography of Tang talented scholars, it is said that it "hurts the common customs and min Shi" and "the words of police province are helpful to politics". Poets like to use the form of short five character ancient poetry and Yuefu, with straight language and simple description, they expose shocking social phenomena in front of people's eyes. Poems like "cure the sore in front of your eyes, gouge out the flesh in your heart" (Ode to Tian Jia) have become a well-known motto.

Major poetry collections

Praise Tian family and hurt Tian family

New silk is sold in February, and new Valley is sold in May.

Cure the sore in front of your eyes, but gouge out the flesh of your heart.

I wish your heart would turn into a candle of light.

Not according to the banquet, only according to the escape room.

Two poems by Tian family and one by Li Shen

The father ploughed the field, and the son was barren at the foot of the mountain.

In June, before the harvest was shown, the government had repaired the warehouse.

Weeding day in the afternoon, sweat drops under the soil.

It's hard for anyone to read Chinese food.

Short song

In August, the wood is thin in shade, with three branches falling from ten leaves.

It's the same time that I'm over fifty.

When you go out of Dongguo gate, the trees are uneven.

At dusk, the grass leaves Xiguo gate.

It is adjacent to haotaixie in the South and shangechuan in the north.

It's sad to see that the glory is suddenly fading away.

Life and death, honor and disgrace, the four are regular.

The ancients shamed his name, and no one knew it.

Wordless temples like frost, do not say things like silk.

In the old age, there was no good, so he ate milk.

Early development of yebeijing ancient city

Micro moon southeast Ming, shuangniugeng ancient city.

But I don't know the name of the ancient city.

When I bought this city in the past, I didn't expect to plough it today.

The grass has left, but the fox and the rabbit are not.

Autumn clouds scattered, autumn depression.

I am sorry for Gu Liang, but now I am sad.

The ancients have gone to hell, but now they are camped again.

I don't know whose old Pavilion is under the horse's hoof.

Miscellaneous complaints

My beloved left yesterday, but the moon is not round.

There are tears in parting, scattered in front of the brothel.

Zaxing

Two leaves can block the eyes, and two beans can block the ears.

If you don't know, you will be deaf for heaven and earth.

Disturbing nature, in the vast world.

If you wish, you will not.

Meng Jiao's poems about women's resentment

Born in qiluo, you don't know the way of Yuyang.

My beloved comes to me in my dream.

Yuyang is thousands of miles away, close to the middle threshold.

In the middle gate, the fishing sun is always in the eye.

Your tears wet Luo towel, my tears drop road dust.

Luo Jin is in hand now, and I have to follow her every day.

The road dust like because of the wind, can be on the king wheel.

It's hard to travel

It's hard for Mo Yan to walk. The barbarians are like China.

It is said that people are close to each other, and the middle gate is like a foreign land.

All the sources are people, and the roads are not blocked.

There are two ruts in front of the door.

Big drop

The golden knife cuts the light cloud, and the plate uses the golden thread.

Dress up as Zhao Feiyan, teach me palm dance.

After dancing, the swallows die, and the pieces go with the wind.

A poem by Meng Jiao

When a bird enters the official warehouse, how much can it lose.

If you think about it repeatedly, the official warehouse will do you harm.

Fish net is not in the sky, bird net is not in the water.

Drink and peck naturally, why empty city.

Hu no one

A man favors righteousness and sets up a festival without selling his name.

Hanging on his waist, he can't walk.

Do not read the Warring States books, do not read the Huangshi Sutra.

Drunk in Xianyang building, dream of surrender city.

More willing to live wings, flying into the green.

Please take the emperor's sword and take the head star.

Naturally, there is no one, though there is no war.

Leisurely, he belongs to the country and drives sheep all his life.

Two songs of Yantai

firstly

Yantai is tired of gold, but the upper class wants to be elegant. It's more expensive than a sage.

Naturally, Yueyi is an apprentice, pursuing the wind and going all over the world. Why should I go to fengshu and go to Linye.

second

Yantai is a hundred feet high, even when it is destroyed. One is the subjugation of the country, which is still worthy of the reputation of Li and Xian. It's like Zhang Hua's Bank, where the rest of the corn grows.

Guxing

A piece of jade is light in dust, and a grain of millet is heavy in hills.

Tang Yugui's food is just sowing.

The former sage and the latter sage are the same, and the present and the ancients are the same.

One year is like hunger. What is the use of gold and jade.

Two pieces of wine persuading

firstly

There is no fixed shadow in the day, no fixed wave in the Qingjiang River. A man without a hundred years of life, how about a hundred years. Chen wine in the hall, Sheng song in the hall.

And you into the drunken land, drunken and happy. There are many pines and cypresses every year, and many hills every day.

second

You see Zhongnan mountain, the ancient green e'e. Seeing off guests from Bashang and listening to their songs. When the Shilai bridge is launched, it has become a Weichuan wave.

There are few joys in the world, but many departures in the world. But fear of parting tears, from the bitter river. A glass of wine is a gift.

Drinking pleasure

The sun and the moon seem to have something to do, and they can travel for a week overnight.

The plants are still old, and life is free from worry.

One drink solves all knots, and then one drink breaks all worries.

White hair deceives the poor, but not the drunk.

I would like the East water to flow into the cup.

Anderuan infantry, together into the drunken tour.

Two songs of gongzixing

firstly

In Han Dynasty, there were many rich people who were generous and proud. Street officials don't dare to heckle when they step on a horse to kill people. Red Chamber banquet youth, a few miles to see the clouds.

The fire of the golden urn is better than that of the day, and it is not afraid of the falling sun. Beauty is like the moon, Nanwei can't match. Hibiscus from the sky, not to the water.

Feiqiong plays Yunhe, Bixiao plays Fengzhi. Only hate Luyang dead, no one in the day.

second

Flower trees out of the wall, whose house in the flower. If you don't read a line of books, you will be sealed up. Beauty upstairs song, not ancient Liangzhou.

Over the tomb of Bigan

Emperor Xin was disgusted with the world.

There is no other way to be wise and stupid than to be able to judge.

Sycophant is the source of good fortune and loyalty is the source of self loss.

A hungry tiger does not eat a son, but a man has no flesh and blood.

The sun and shadow do not enter the earth, but bury the dead.

Rotten bones are not soil, but stone roots.

I have been to this country and got off my horse to hang this grave.

Who dares to talk about the way between the king and his ministers.

To live in Beijing

If you have Beijing in the road, you will get up first every day.

It's not far from 12th Street. It's a hundred miles a day.

The Zhou Dynasty restored Qin City.

The noble and the humble and the wise and the foolish are on the same track in ancient and modern times.

The white rabbit falls to the sky and the red crow flies to the bottom of the sea.

Day after day, day after day.

If you think of your nature as a stone, you can't live up to the principle of honor or disgrace.

I am still like this.

A poem for Meng Jiao

I advise you to plough your fields and grow millet in your barns.

Advise me not to cut mulberry, but to take it on me.

Clear frost a committee, ten thousand grass color is not green.

When the wind blows through the forest, ten thousand leaves will not grow.

If you don't cultivate your youth, how can you restrain yourself.

After the guest has the chase to sigh, he writes the poem to encourage it

How late and how fast is it.

You look at the structure of the building, how ever a day.

In warm must be in mulberry, in full must be in farming.

A gentleman is the most important and the most important.

The sun is shining, and the hair is in shape.

I've been here for 20 years.

Jingshan produces beautiful jade, and all the stones are firm.

There may not be all jade, but the jade is made of stone.

Jingwei a tiny thing, still afraid of reclamation.

Interview with Taoist in Songyang

Mr. Wu Yueyou, Wenyan destroyed Jinding.

Under the sun, the crane is out of date, and the world is empty.

As the saying goes, a pill never dies.

Why should we ask the immortal.

On Jia's Lin Quan

The city government is in charge of fame and wealth, and Lin Quan is in charge of Qingtong.

There are many white clouds in the yellow dust.

Light flow tease dense naked oats, straight dry into wide space.

High chant five Jun Yong, suspected of Jiuhua peak.

I know the heart of planting bamboo, want to fan the cool wind.

I know what I want to do, and I will help the Ming Dynasty.

There are no strings, and stars are Wutong.

You should listen in silence.

If the land is not the way of the woodcutter, where is Wuling.

Only worry about the return of the fans, the pool on the west east.

Send friends back to Jiangnan

Quanzhou Wugeng drum, the moon falls southwest dimension.

At this time, there are travelers. Don't leave me alone.

There is no master in the upper Kingdom, but the lower one is sad.

Autumn evening

When the day goes by, I will never see you again.

I don't know the white of Xuanfa, but I know the cold and copper of people.

For material is not out of the group, there is still jade in Pu.

Who carved the Bitong branch as Cloud Gate music.

Dr. Liu Jia

When you go out and look around, how can you linger today.

The old mountain scenery of Zhongnan, where is master.

Your poetry is like a door, closed in the evening and open in the day.

Your name is like four seasons, spring and summer.

There are many hills in the field.

The grave must be several feet long. Who will be with the master.

Childe family: Chang'an flower: childe business

The west garden is full of flowers.

When a grass grows under the flower, it will become evil grass.

Black night cry

All birds return to their branches, but wuur does not live.

I should know that I hate you, so I cry to the green window.

Get up at night

Read far heart like burning, do not feel up in the night.

Peach blossom with dew pan, standing in the moon.

A poem by Meng Jiao

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