Qian Lin

Qian Lin

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Qian Lin, a native of Songjiang (now Shanghai), was born and died in an unknown year. He lived around the year of yanyouzhong (1317 A.D.) and became a monk. He changed his name to Baosu, called su'an, and also called Taiwo Taoist. He is good at Yuefu Ci and music, and is known as "zuibianyuxing", which is very skillful in language. In Quan Yuan San Qu, there are four Xiaoling, one set.

Life of the characters

It was compiled by Zeng Lei, a famous official. It is called Jianghu Qingsi collection (all recorded ghost Books) and handed down to the world. Erudite, work articles, not for the world, so as to Huangguan, renamed Baosu, Suan. Chuying nunnery was built in Dongguo of Songjiang River. It was called Fengyun and KeYue. He moved to Huzhou (now Zhejiang Province). Later, he lived in Jiaxing (now Zhejiang Province) and built his house on Yuanhu lake. It was called "cangliuwo" and he was named Taoist of Taiwo.

Character evaluation

Jia Zhongming of Ming Dynasty had an elegy saying: "abandon the custom, wear a yellow crown on the Middle Road, straw sandals, hemp tapestry and wide sleeves. There are three thousand passages in the love of the river and the lake, which are full of fresh wind and bright moon. The white snow and the yellow grass are calcined, and the ridge is so far away that the Pu Tuan sits in the nunnery

Main works

Yang Weizhen wrote a collection of Ci poems named Yuqiao Pu, which is prefaced by Yang Weizhen. It is said that there is a trend of sending idle father and son. He has compiled a collection of Sanqu, Jianghu Qingsi and zuibian Yuxing. Zhu Quan of the Ming Dynasty listed it among 150 "Ci poets Lin Yingjie".

Xiaoling

[double tune] Qingjiang River brings dreams back to the day. The curtain is half rolled and the door covers the courtyard. Spider silk hanging willow cotton, swallow mouth sticky flower piece, singing warbler, spring away. Singing a pot of new wine, sleeping after the bee Yamen. Go deep crane dream cold, stone old pine flower thin, not like five willows outside. Spring returns to the earth under the peony flowers, singing the song of the warbler. Dai Sheng Yu mulberry, Xie leopard smoke in the tree, people trapped in the long day deep courtyard. The kindness has stopped with the Wanfan, and it's the season of sorrow. Wutong leaves, autumn, anvil, thousands of months, many are several voices eaves outside the iron.

Number of sets

I've been trying to find out the wise and the foolish. I've seen the money slaves call out the stink of copper since ancient times. We have been greedy for favoritism, but we don't need to teach the flow of goods. Bear the shame, you Dang intervene, blood sea Shu fist, willing to fall behind others? In the morning and at night, we have enough opportunities to think about things, and we can search by the side. Fly head field hard drive, horse foot dust in the chase. I'm tired of accumulating. I'll give up my life and give up my life to make a fool of myself. [playing with children] to live in poverty, to be content with God's blessing, to gather money and to repent. Wang Rong left behind the old tooth chip, night even bright plan, never stop. I don't want to move black rabbits with the sun and the moon. I only want to work with my children and grandchildren as horses and cows. Add thin, do not tune the tripod, wantonly show off the spear. The ten evil spirits gradually wear away the spring on both faces, and the autumn on both temples has been carved, and the eyebrows are wrinkled in the end. I wish I could borrow the money from the counter at five different interest rates and keep it on the shelf for one year. He is as vicious as a wolf dog. He uses the flesh and blood of a man as his own ointment. [9] he was willing to pay homage to the five Marquises, taught people to call even half of the state, endured hunger and cold, and accumulated wealth. Waiting for base to be Qian Shan'er Qian, the sergeant drinks the number and raises the bell guard. He is afraid to turn into Qian Long'er and ask the judge to do Gang Bu Qi Liu. Half cook eight times to knock the teeth, just want to have no tube, less out more. 8. If you are in a bad mood, you should do your best to make money. Ask your brother, new sister and uncle. Only when Wang Kai is a teacher in the spring and the Golden Valley, can he be trapped in the rain at night. I have no relatives, but I only know my eyes and teeth. I don't want to be fat and light. [7] when the capital gains more, the greedy will not stop, and the greedy will not stop. Tian Lianqian heart is still narrow, frame inserted poetry book eyes do not see. Also learn to pick Dongli chrysanthemum, son is a dress, Yuan Liang, leopard floating hill. 6. I wish the Yangtze River would become a wine, and jujube and gold would accumulate in the duel. I was cursed by others for carrying money. A Dou millet and relatives divided face, two Jin hemp mutual know knot enemy. What a mistake. Arrogant and stingy, what's more, they are happy to forget their worries. [5] this wealth once burned Dong Zhuo's navel, and Zeng Xiao killed yuan Zai's head. He got together but didn't leave, and suffered. I'm afraid it's not the accumulation of gold and jade that makes the city rich. There's no reason why you can't make money. (4) one day, the big and small fortunes are in the palace of life, and the limit of death row is entangled in Mao you, so that the sick people will gather for you. Just waiting to reconcile the new song golden account, forcing the beauty to fall into the jade tower. It's hard to rescue. One wall is thrown into the river and the other is burnt. (3) every window flies, every chair and table goes out, and gold, silver, money and rice are reduced to dust. Mandrills and trees call to each other, and I will stay alone. In the noisy day, the moon demon seduces his family, and the waste ghost steals the warehouse. (2) it is difficult for him to understand when he uses money. When you buy him a wooden donkey nail, gently nail it, hang the rib hook and shallow hook it. They use killing to forgive, soul flying, soul scattered. All the feelings he had collected in his life were written as the cause of his crime. The dead bones of him will be announced to the thoroughfare, and let him rot slowly.

Green spring grass

Make clear the business chart at leisure. the sound of heartbreak will hurt the present and the past. I have no self pity, but I still remember the deep words in the night. There is no trace of the past. Nanpu. Pear swallow Qingming, whose courtyard. If you don't have a good feeling, you can't lift the cup. The end of the world luggage Xiao Xiao, or new worry old travel. the falling flowers are deeper, red as rain.

Lock the window

On Yushan thatched cottage

The book brings fragrance, forgets worries and colors, and the four windows are empty and quiet. MAOCI clean cover, pillars wash the air Wenzao. The curtain of beads is rolled, the rain traces are gathered at dusk, and Qi Luo is separated from the Red Earth Island. On the paper screen plain couch, brush pool smoke tree, sweep eaves wind. Deep and gentle. It's dawn in the west garden. Like the sunshine furnace peak, several birds sing. Qiong Lian is leaning on the cover, Xiao Shui's make-up is lonely. The Huanhua river is still in the old spring, and the fragrance is still lingering. look at the east forest, the path is slanting, the dream is about Xiangshan old.

Qingjiang River Diversion Project

My kindness has gone to rest with the Wanfan, and it has come to the time of sorrow. Wutong leaves, autumn, and the anvil, thousands of months, and many are the outer walls of several eaves.

Qingjiang River Diversion Project

Dream back to the day long curtain half roll, door cover tea Mi courtyard. The spider's silk hangs on the willow, the swallow's beak sticks on the flower, and the warbler crows that the spring is far away.

Taicheng Road

Second Shao Fu Ru Yun

deep in the blue clouds, the sky is far away, and after years, the book of wild geese is shadowed. Rain scatters the soul of plum, wind wakes the dream of grass, and spring returns home. The flowers are bright and the willows are dim. When I read Jia's suitcase, I feel fragrant and empty, while Xie Chi's poems are cold. The old home is the old scenery. My old friends sing in the roar, and I am proud to receive. He is willing to save Junyou. On the high side. Even though old and prosperous, they can't gallop. cut off Acacia, the tide is vast.