Yuan Qu of Tang Poetry and Song Poetry

Looking at Du Fu in spring

though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.

when I feel the tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief.

after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold.

I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin, to hold the hairpins any more.

after the broken mountain temple, the Buddhist temple is often built

in the pure morning, near the old temple, where early sunlight points the tree-tops.

my path has wound, through a sheltered hollow, of boughs and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.

here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool.

everything is silent here, except the sound of the clock.

Du Shaofu was appointed as Wang Bo of Shuzhou

by this wall that surrounds the three Qin districts, through a mist that makes five rivers one.

we bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways.

and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.

why should you linger at the fork of the road, children * * * with towels.

Du Fu of Shu Dynasty

where is the temple of the famous Premier, in a deep pine grove near the City of Silk.

with the green grass of spring colouring the steps, and birds chirping happily under the leaves.

the third summons weighted him with affairs of state, and to two generations he gave his true heart.

but before he could conquer, he was dead, and heroes have wept on their coats ever since.

Yellow Crane Tower Cui Hao

where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace.

the yellow crane never revisited earth, and white clouds are flying without him for ever.

every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses.

but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark, with a mist of grief on the river waves.

Song Ci

Fisherman's Proud Fan Zhongyan

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang geese go unnoticed.

All sides are ringing.

thousands of miles away, the city is closed with long smoke and sunset.

a glass of turbid wine is home to Wan Li, but Yan ran has not stopped drinking.

the Qiang tube is covered with frost.

when people are sleepless, the general's hair turns white and his husband cries.

Drunken Flower Yin Li Qingzhao

The mist is thick, the clouds are sad forever, and the brain is refreshed and the golden beast is eliminated.

It's also the Double Ninth Festival.

The jade pillow gauze kitchen is cool in the middle of the night.

after dusk, Dongli Bar has dark fragrance and full sleeves.

don't die?

people are thinner than yellow flowers when the curtain rolls in the west wind.

how deep is the courtyard?

willows pile up smoke, and the curtain has no weight.

Yule carved saddle swims and smelt,

Zhangtai Road can't be seen at the height of the building.

it's raining and windy in March, and

the door covers the dusk, so there's no plan to stay in spring.

tearful eyes ask the flowers to be silent,

red flies over the swing.

Never meet Le Xin Qiji

Throughout the ages, heroes are nowhere to be found, and Sun Zhongmou is located.

In dancing pavilions and singing platforms, the wind always blows away.

The grass tree in the setting sun is an ordinary lane, where humanity sent slaves to live.

back in those days, Wan Li was swallowed like a tiger.

Yuan Jia was careless, sealing the wolf to live in Xuxu, and won a hasty retreat to the north.

forty-three years, I still remember looking at it and lighting Yangzhou road.

Looking back, under the Beaver Temple, there was a crow club drum.

Who's to ask, Lian Po is too old to eat?

Li Qingzhao's voice is slow

Looking for it, it's cold and lonely, and it's sad and sad.

when it's warm and cold at first, it's the hardest to rest.

three glasses and two light wines, you can't compete with him. You come late and the wind is rushing.

it's sad to have a wild goose crossing, but it's an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, gaunt and damaged. Who can pick them now?

how can you be dark alone when you are watching the window?

the phoenix tree is drizzling, and it drips at dusk.

if you are second, how can you get a sad word?

Yuan Qu

The four tragedies of Yuan Qu are: Dou E Yuan by Guan Hanqing, Wu Tong Yu by Bai Pu, Autumn in the Han Palace by Ma Zhiyuan and The Orphan of Zhao by Ji Junxiang. There are four major love dramas in Yuan Dynasty: Guan Hanqing's Yue Bai Courtyard, Wang Shifu's The West Chamber, Bai Pu's The Wall Immediately, and Zheng Guangzu's The Ghost Story. The four southern operas are Jing, Liu, Worship and Killing: The Story of Jing Chai, The Story of the White Rabbit, Yue Bai Court (not written by Guan Hanqing) and Killing Dogs.

Guan Hanqing's major works

[ Double Tone] Jasper Flute [Xianlu] Half

[ Nanlu] A flower, Bufu Lao (selected) [Nanlu] A flower, Hangzhou scenery

[ Nanlu] A flower, a gift to Zhu Lianxiu [Nanlu] Four pieces of jade, Bieqing < Four Jade Leisure

[ Nanlu] Four Jade Leisure

Ma Zhiyuan Yuan Qu's main works

[ generally related to tune] Playing with children, borrowing horses [yuediao] night boat Qiu Si

Qingjiang Yinyexing (five pieces) night boat Qiu Si

Four Jade Horse.