Wu Kai

Wu Kai

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Wu Kai, whose name is Fang Heng, is a famous painter from Huating in the south of the Yangtze River. He is good at landscape painting. His representative works are "forget about grass", "Fenglan collection", "duxiao collection" and "quarrying".

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Wu Kai (f ě I), whose birth and death are unknown, was born in Huating (now Jinshan, Shanghai) in the south of the Yangtze River. In the Ming Dynasty, Wu Pixian's daughter and grandson were judged by the Tianfu, and Cao Kun's family was born in the same county. Cao Yu was killed in the war in Yiyou, Shunzhi, Jinshan. He was willing to live in poverty and keep his ambition. He was good at painting mountains and rivers, flowers and birds, and was good at painting. Li Yuyan, his daughter-in-law, and Cao Jianbing, his granddaughter, are all influenced by him. They are good at poetry and painting and are elegant. He is the author of "forget worry grass", "Fenglan collection", "duxiao collection" and "quarrying". In his later years, he and his daughter-in-law and granddaughter co edited the poem "three show collection".

Selected Poems

[lotus picking music]

The weak willow is a kind of swiftling, and the clumps of flowers reflect the delicate face. Lang Pei has purple veins. Nong can see it from the bottom of the fan.

Two beautiful songs

The golden house is warm in Changchun, and the orchid terrace is like the moon. I hope the moon is full, but I don't want to be short. A purple gold ring for my concubine and a white jade ring for my husband. Lang enhuan is puzzled, but Yu Bijie is in my heart.

[overlooking

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the autumn light is natural and unrestrained, the lake is scattered, the water is white, the sand is clear, and the wild duck is bathed. The wind near Zhu is more and leaves are falling, and the rain in the distant mountains is lonely. When you are free, you can look at the quiet Pavilion and draw pictures with light smoke. The setting sun is gradually low, the village trees are hidden, and the silver toad is missing.

[Manjianghong]

the rain washes the lotus pond, adding color and making red and thick green. More with, lead fish algae Jian, floating wave Fu Yu. The green moss is burned by the pomegranate flower, and the cicada's voice is far away. To you Xuan, a pillow dream back, wind knock bamboo.

Qi Liao resentment and Halal rhyme

On the branch of oriole, people wake up at dawn. Cover screen song, Yuyu Zhulan, painting outside the bridge, taoyexi Pavilion. the spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River in February, as early as, thousands of willows. Read the dream soul, several times to find, no place to find, people are sad and thinking. Remember the journey back. I want to meet feiqiong. Nai to the desolate, string song, and who to listen to. if an old friend is here before the flowers, you should remember me and be most concerned with your feelings. Fight like Weicheng, pour more wine, long tears.

The first day of Xinwei

The scenery of the alleys is new, and the reed rope is decorated with peach people. At the end of the building, the sound of singing and singing is heard all night long, and the fish and dragon dance to spring under the lamp. From carrying wine to the door. Only the moon comes back with you. Tonight, I still see Danqing. I'm afraid the dream is not true.

[Partridge Sky · lantern watching on the 15th of the first month]

on the sky like water, when the moon is on, the thousand lanterns are enjoying and the voice is hissing. Silver fish, jade, horse and dragon are still dancing, and the fragrance of golden thread moth follows. Singing all night long, shadow leading clothes. Autumn clouds and spring dreams are sad. What is the length of life, and the jinzhongzui do not return.

[nvguanzi · New Year's Eve]

Colorful flowers, colorful glass pavilions, picturesque. The wind is fragrant, the dew condenses the tiles, the ice toads are scattered, and the curtains are pierced and shot. The cage yarn is idle and hanging again. It's like a spring night when I listen to the drum and flute. See the dark dust, the shadow of the city, fight with the fish and dragon play. red teeth light fan, who beat, to the wine side low sing, suddenly can be happy to borrow. Continue to burn silver, but broken Qi Geng Geng, Ken such as JIPA. The lead plate, the jade ring, and the old gossip. If you want to dream and fly, you can sing and dance, and su'e will follow you.

Seven ladies

At the end of the first month, Xin Wei passed through the eastern suburbs to see the plum blossom, and got San Kai. When the moon is cold and the shadow is clear, the smoke is blue and the flute is played by the bamboo. If Xu Yingying, now see, forget he xuchunfeng pen. It's hard to store the moving plate, but the sepal is red and deep. The state of Jiang is quiet, and the Ming wave is far away.

[lotus picking order]

The birds are green and the east wind is fine on the branches. Where we meet, how much affection. wearing a ring, but I want to send it back to Han Jun and send it to Longsha. Look at each other, Shuhua bamboo, dusk under the moon, a secluded alone so. If you are full of thoughts, you will feel beautiful if you don't sleep. All spring dream, for whom lingering. He followed the waves again, but the dark resentment and jade flute still played. In such a day, where is the fragrance? There is only a river of green.

Seven ladies

a branch slants on the clear shallow water, circling the dream clouds and rings, and the sound is crisp. In the evening of the cool moon, outside the secluded flowers and bamboos, there are many flowers and bamboos. it's like he Lang's affectionate struggle, who will send the cold fragrance to Jiangnan. The Qiang flute is speechless. What's the meaning of the spring breeze? It's also full of color.

[Phoenix returns to cloud · Xin Wei crosses Wangjiang tower at the end of the first month]

late rain, cage willow green, lingering sand water green. The wood leaves blow cold, the peach calyx spreads fragrance, goes to think flies into, far building deep household. When I read the spring breeze, I feel like Liang Yankong coming back. Where is the nest. And to Zeri the king. Listen to the sound of the river in the night, and catch the light. I want to see you, write poems, sing and dance. All with the school book, always on the Yin Lou, jade well still exist, but also how to find, bijifangshu. looking at the front, the cold moon waves the heart, and you pujinzhu. Yu Xin was very emotional. I'm afraid that the birds will turn into light catkins.