Lu Yin

Lu Yin

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Lu Yin (746-810 November) was a poet of Tang Dynasty, Fan Yang Ren. In October of the fifth year of Yuanhe, he died in Dengfeng, 65 years old.

Life of the characters

He is good at writing poems, and has 13 poems in the whole Tang Dynasty. From young to old, poetry can be recorded in the paper where more than a thousand. There are no books without reading, but only for poetry. He made good friends with Meng Jian, Meng Jiao and Feng su. After his death, Meng Jiao once wrote ten poems to miss him, that is, ten poems of mourning Lu Yin.

personal works

On a moonlit night, no one is full of the moon. The bad smell is against the river, but the white elm star.
Tree around solitary habitat magpie, window fly on the dark firefly. I will stay in the shadow of orchid and learn fragrance together. sad autumn wild geese in the autumn sky are far away from the blue sky, cicadas in sparse trees are hoarse, and the dew is cold. at the bottom of the stage, the defeated orchid is still alive, and the fan in his hand is gradually endless. If you want to sell the cloud and hide from the dragon, you still have to touch the stone. Feiwei falls by the blue, as if it is not a cloud. there is no distance between the moonlight and the river. If there is rain, it should be dense. I'll change my horse. I'll stay with my concubine in Fenglou, just like a Carpinus. In the same year, he resigned from the old favor and received new favor from other places. the dressing room of Xiangge is covered with dust and grass. Even hiss will endure tears, all love master door. Tanabata River Geng month cool, Petunia weaving girl period. Where is the entertainment party? Who is responsible for the missing engraving. I don't think it's too late to drive in autumn. All win guest son's wife, ten years cry to leave. Send it to Jiangnan in midsummer. May is approaching, but the guests haven't returned in three years. Dream thousands of miles away, wake up a hundred worries. when you look at Hibiscus at dusk, you will not eat plum when you are sad. Empty will white group fan, from send back Pei. I've been dreaming of the border town every night. Sleeve cover thousands of tears, book cover a foot feeling. move to another place since living in Xichuan, only you have different feelings. Often meet the opposite door far, and separated by a heavy city. It's hard to meet a friend. We've been apart for a long time, but we still have a long history at home and abroad. The law of that time has been changed, leaving the old heliocentric space. The rain ascended the north bank to send a friend, the rice was yellow, the millet was oil, the wild trees were flowing in the mountain stream. When I was young, Feng Yi and Xie Lang led me upstairs. Chulan doesn't admire Wu Gou. He takes the head of the liquor city to see him off. Now that I'm old and strong, I'll try to take my bow and arrow to Bingzhou. Late cicada, deep hidden high willow back slanting light, can reduce the lonely sorrow of the past. I'm afraid that the traveler's head is not white, so I move the tree again and again to fly with sound. The West Pavilion of Weiyang county presents a gift to a friend. Pingsa, Fengchi, xiangmanchuan, Yanghua, dusk in spring. What's in the heart of a jade man today

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Author: Meng Jiao < br > the poet duo Qingqiao is starving to death. White clouds have no owner, flying out of the mind.
Long sick bed mat corpse, protect funeral child servant weak. Old book poor rodent, a mess room.
You go back to the new ghost town, I face the ancient jade face. When you are ashamed to enter the earth, no one calls you to climb.
A hundred springs hanging in the sky, murmuring for a long time.
Haw and haw and haw and haw and haw and haw and haw and haw and haw and haw and haw and haw and haw. New and new, a flower spring through the ages.
Mang wind EEE Mengjiao, song autumn buried Lu Yin. North mang before and after the guest, hanging for the dust.
Beimang Acanthopanax has bitter roots. If the fireworks don't warm up, the strength is already poor.
You recommend a cup of weeping, diarrhea of qingluobin. Add for heartbreak, worry kill long others.
Thorn needle wind phase, broken all bitter sorrow. Sorrow is not to be heard, but to be heard.
Cry string more fried sound, hate tears more than destroy. My poor spirit has been burned, and my dead heart is even more grey.
The dream world floats and glitters, and the tears flow deep. As soon as the Xie song goes, the wormwood cannot be closed.
Dengfeng has deep vegetation and slight roads. The sun and the moon are not in harmony with the light.
Poor seedless man, fat edge disease muscle. It's a long time to lie in bed, but it's a long time.
You EEE tiger leopard smell, in addition to visit rare. The only way for a close relative to die is poetry.
Mr. Han of Henan Province, the empress, is the source of the conflict. Grinding a piece of inlaid rock, the book will shine forever.
A wise man has no plan for school, but is boastful when he lives and dies. His name is run descendants, your name run sand.
It's a pity that thousands of essays flash like flowers. When you're in trouble, you talk bitterly.
I've heard of the villains, but I've seen the king of Lushan. Death by starvation is famous, and starvation is famous for gaofengyun.
Stupid old man old strong spirit, feel it for worry cloud. The only thing to worry about is to cry.
All my life, I'll tell you to catch this.
I've known lacquer hair for the first time. Step on the moon bridge at night, and drink my Cao bed.
Drunk sipping two cups of wine is famous for Yuyi County fragrance. Plum blossoms are picked in the temple, and flowers are picked in the garden.
High preference for green vegetable soup, meaning light fat greasy sheep. There is no rhyme in chanting, and there are many ancient words.
The white head arrives suddenly, the prime of his life is like stealing a general. There is no need to scold the waves.
Former sages often cry for wine, but don't cry for it. When the later sages tried to hold the title, they were deeply grieved.
When young people cry and drink, their white hair also invades. When old people cry and drink, their voice will sink with them.
Don't make the sound of Dengfeng. It's hard to find heaven and earth.
The same person seldom cries, the dissimilar multi-phase number. The first thing I know is that I'm crazy about animals, but it's naturally high.
It's not a child's disease without tears. It's not a father's disease without tears. How to make friends is like using a knife.
Lonely, fresh and creeping, close mourning, holding Yu Tao. How can we praise him for his honesty.
Ho ho, a childless man, dead and abandoned as hair removal.
Saints cry for sages and turn Qi into stars. The article flies to the sky, and the rest of the world is full of crystal.
The ancient writings can be counted, and the modern humanities are also spiritual. High name banishment immortal, rise and fall once never stop.
It's better to die with literature than to live without literature. For the king Keng good words, forever for the quiet.