Li Shen’s poems
Li Kun was the prime minister and poet of the Tang Dynasty, and the great-grandson of Zhongshu Ling Li Jingxuan. Below are the poems about Li Shen that I collected for you. I hope it can help you!
Li Shen’s poems (1)
"Compassion for the Farmers" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty , every grain of grain is hard work.
"Wearing Ballads and Imitating Ancient Songs" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
In the countryside, there are mulberry trees, hemp crops and millet fat, and there are rags in winter and rags in summer. The elder brother is hoeing and the younger brother is taking care of his wife. The dog is not barking at night and the dog is open.
In the countryside, I am still full after being drunk, and my mash is just ripe to persuade my old lady. The whistling doves and feathers know that the year is good, and the poplars and poplars are stepping on the spring grass. I advise young people to cultivate mulberry trees. May you cut off thorns for me, and drive away wolves for me. There are no tigers in the forest but deer in the mountains. There are no fish in the water but bream.
The father and the fisherman are hunting and returning to dusk, the moon is bright and they are pounding yellow rice everywhere. In the countryside, my boss and my elders say it to me, how can I know the grace of giving birth if I have a bulging belly?
Don’t ask the prefect to ride Zhu Xi, and hang the drum to sing and the magpie will make a noise. The chief official makes a noise in the house with evil noises, and he cooks chickens and dolphins with all his strength. Countryside children,
Don’t be sad. The King of Ming Dynasty issued an edict to re-select the virtuous and show compassion for the orphans and widows. In the spring, the five horses were driven late, and the calf was left to throw in money as a thank you.
I am a child in the countryside, and I always write poems. I have no skills, only selflessness. I raised my hand and waved Linluqi.
《Moving to Jiujiang》Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
Autumn waves enter the white water, and the sails go to invade the small sky. Five or two dramas fly to the stars, and birds fly quickly. Basin City is surrounded by the setting sun, and Pen Pu is watching the clouds.
The clouds are getting grayer, and the setting sun is low on Kuangshan Mountain. Chu guests are fond of feng shui, while Qin people are sad about their foreign land. The autumn thoughts in a foreign land are bitter, and the moon in Jianggao is vomiting.
The Yangtze Hidden Wave Pavilion leads to Yuepu. Jinqiao returns to wait for officials, and Zhuxiang opens its doors. There is a bed for the knees and only a few blocks for the shoulders.
The light in the gap is not a white horse, and the hanging chime is not in danger for me. The body is thin and few can stand tall, but the family is fat and easy to feed. The Book of Heaven took pity on him and banished him, and he was reinstated as Zhu Zhicheng.
The four eyes are all blue, and one head is half white. Thinking about the past now makes the past even more sad. The wind and moon are the same as the past, and the joys and sorrows are different from the present.
I read the water at four o'clock, and the year changes with each century. There is only the Xiting Crane, which sings alone in the open air.
"The Compassionate Talent" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
King Mu was happy to play music in Pengchi at night, and the golden palace was lit with high candles. Cao Shancai, a disciple of Dongtou, please come in for a new translation of Pipa.
Green moths sit in a row of city girls, playing flutes and playing flutes while laughing. Tianyan listens to the Zhusi playing quietly, and all the music is silent and no one dares to play it.
The golden phoenix holds the flower in its hand, turns the wrist to gather the string and swipes it, the flowers turn and the phoenix roars up to the sky, and the spring snow falls all over the palace.
The strings are played with new sounds, and the golden bells and jade pendants are in harmony with each other. The wandering orioles and their young fly into the forest, and the male and female cranes chirp at the bright moon.
At this time, I was ordered to serve Jin Luan, and the other palace accepted the favor and promised to summon bombs. In March, the spring grass in Qujiang is green, and the sky is full of music.
The purple-bearded man bowed his knees before worshiping and played all the wonderful songs in the spring. The cold spring is filled with long water, and the wild geese fly into the sky.
On the day of sunset, the carriages and horses dispersed in the dark, and I sighed for the new sound. Next year, the crown sword will close the bridge mountain, and the lonely ministers thousands of miles away will throw themselves into the sea.
The caged birds are still flying, and the first born Bai is returning from Wuling. After hearing the Tao, good talents turn into rotten bones, and the remaining disciples are given the Yin Hui.
Nanqiao is lonely in the Spring Festival Gala, and there are guests who play the string strings and feel sad. Listening quietly to the deep moonlight of Chu, recalling the past when I first heard about Qujiang Banquet.
My heart was so sad that I couldn’t help but shed tears, and I even tuned the strings and played them again and again. The autumn wind shakes the goddess's pendant, and the moon beads strike the crystal plate.
Self-pity for the Huaihai Sea and the mud, and hatred for the soul that cannot die. All the melancholy and nostalgia are in vain, and Yongmen laments that he is just doing nothing.
"Recalling the Imperial Decree in the Jinluan Palace at Night" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
When the moon is low, the silver and Chinese jade ropes are low, and I listen deeply to the flute and the blue sky falls together. The door is surrounded by purple walls and tall trees, and the pavilion is connected with green threads and is close to the red staircase.
Mo Xuan was extravagant to urge the edict to fly, and Cao Bu was deeply gracious to urge the title to be changed. Tomorrow I will have a long way to go home alone, but the poor world is separated by clouds.
Li Shen's poems (2)
"A leisurely banquet in the orchard on a spring day in Chuyang" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
In the west garden, peaches and plums are planted in the sun, red and white are low The branch brushes the wine glass. The beauty is only worried about the wind, and the drunken feasts are held in the middle of the month.
I advise people not to pity the early morning, but to look at the candle frequency and fear the dawn. It has been heard that for several years there have been deep grass and dew, but a few plants are still close to the pond.
"Crossing the Bell Tomb" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
The end of the Longsha River embraces the Bell Tomb, and the evening view of the Shuiguo Village Bridge is clear. The river faces the Chushan Mountain thousands of miles away, and Guo Lianyupu has thousands of lanterns.
The two words of honor and favor are thrown away, and love and hatred suddenly fall from the sky. The melancholy is like the dew of grass in the old travels, but I still remember my gratitude.
"Staying in Yangzhou" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
The river crosses the vast misty waves at night, and the tide passes through Jinling and the leaves fall in autumn. The sound of the Sai Hong passes through Chuze, and the light and dark mangroves appear in Yangzhou.
The night bridge is lit up with stars, and the water canopy is close to the bullfighting. Today, the customs of the city have changed, so there is no need to ask the fans.
In front of the library of Xinchang House there is the medicine Tang Li Shen
The white elm star has red armor at the bottom, and the purple sky grows in the pearl tree palace. Only when the red color is knotted in the heart can the quality be distinguished, and the green branches and leaves suddenly become strips.
The Taoist priest in feather clothes steals the mysterious garden, and the real person in gold slips protects the jade seedlings. It has been raining and dew for more than nine days, and it is now green and green.
Crossing Jingmen by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
The Jingjiang River is wide and the smoke is rolling, and the Jingmen Road is surrounded by green mountains. The sails are approaching, the clouds are extinguished and the light is bright again, and the sun is still dimming at the back of the mountain.
The green wheat and crows sing, and the pear blossoms bloom in the lonely wild path. Traveling thousands of miles away, we gradually entered the misty mist and danger.
A bird flew out of the valley in the forest, and a thousand rocks cried in the moon. I can't hear my heartbroken thoughts about returning home, and people say I hate my soul for coming to Bashu.
I heard this bird wishing my soul good luck. If my soul dies, I will not learn to voice my injustice. Even if you are a member of the Yu tribe, don't rest there, go straight up to the blue clouds and call the emperor's palace.
At this time, the mountain and the moon are like mirrors, and the jagged rocks and trees reflect each other. Looking deep into the clear and clear stream, you can clearly see the path of the woodcutter.
The gloomy ghost temple serves as a postal booth, and chickens and dolphins are slaughtered every day and smell of stench. A fool confuses himself with misfortunes and blessings, so how can the monsters understand all the spirits?
When the moon is low and the mountain is low, I ask travelers at dawn, and I have poured pepper paste to pay my respects to the deserted road. When a melancholy and loyal man holds himself to himself, who can offer sacrifices to the husband's stone on the top of the mountain?
Li Shen's Poems (3)
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty in Yuanxiao
The place where Qu Yuan died was in the shadow of Xiaoxiang, with heavy clouds in the waves. The dragon is angry, the tiger is roaring, and the mountain trees are covered with deep wavy waves.
The sun rises in the mist, and the mountains reflect the clouds thousands of miles away. Hong calls Lili into the dusk sky, and the clouds disappear in the desert and deep in the desert.
The Shuiling River is full of waves, and the turtles are turbulent and coquettish. Pedestrians look anxiously at the bright moon, stars are ups and downs, ghosts are making ghost calls.
Qu Yuan died as King Huai, and the water mansion reached the sky and transformed into spiritual beings. Why not drive away thunder and lightning to get rid of evil spirits? It's a pity that they are nothing but bones in the sinking spring.
Raising a glass and draining the wine to summon your soul, the shadow of the moon ripples across the universe. The black mountains are hidden in the white water, and it is faint in the distance above Miluo.
The sails are waiting for dawn to see five taels, and the drums are pounding in the distant mountains. The tide fills the Jiangjin with the cries of apes and birds, and the husbands and wives of Jing and Chu are flying wild oars.
Xiaoxiang Island Pu is uninhabited, the wind is frightening and the water is dark except for sharks. When I came to hit the chariot, I sighed deeply and asked you what happened to your spirit.
Moving to Jiujiang Tang Li Shen
Autumn waves enter the white water, and the sails go to invade the small sky. Five or two dramas fly to the stars, and birds fly quickly. Basin City is surrounded by the setting sun, and Pen Pu is watching the clouds.
The clouds are getting darker and the sunset is lower on Kuangshan Mountain. Chu guests are fond of feng shui, while Qin people are sad about their foreign land. The autumn thoughts in a foreign land are bitter, and the moon in Jianggao is vomiting.
The Yangtze Hidden Wave Pavilion leads to Yue Pu. Jinqiao returns to wait for officials, and Zhuxiang opens its doors. There is a bed for the knees and only a few blocks for the shoulders.
The light in the gap is not a white horse, and the hanging chime is not in danger for me. The body is thin and few can stand tall, but the family is fat and easy to feed. The Book of Heaven took pity on him and banished him, and he was reinstated as Zhu Zhicheng.
The four eyes are all blue, and one head is half white. Thinking about the past now makes the past even more sad. The wind and moon are the same as the past and present, and the joys and sorrows are different from the present.
I read the water at four o'clock, and the year changes with each century. There is only the Xiting Crane, which sings alone in the open air.
Pan Five Lakes Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
Fan Zi sheds his crown and shoes, and sails into the sky with a flat boat. I feel sorry for the danger and difficulty, and fear and fear permeate the air.
Poverty leads to overwork, and the taste is particularly dull. Bathing in the sun, the sky is empty and the sky is endless.
The fallen leaves gathered along the beach, and scattered at the edge of the lake. The waves are stacked with snow-capped peaks, and the mountains are solitary and green with broken cliffs.
The sails are like giant ravines, and the clouds are like high shores. The universe is full of things, and the stars are shining.
Xia Sheng is far away from the cave, and the moon is green and chaotic. Why don't you ask about the fans again? Don't sigh for Lu Liang.
If you are drowning, you will protect yourself, but if you are drowning, you will be punished. Wuyue County is a foreign land, where babies and children are playing.
It vaguely occupies the well town, and sings like a stork. It's not even midnight when the boat is lifted, and it's just seven days before the boat is built.
The power of conquering Siji and Sichuan is like a drum beating the wind. It's easy to regret traveling, but you don't know the difficulty when you are facing depth.
Passing Zhongling Tang Li Shen
The end of Longsha River holds Zhongling, and the evening view of Shuiguo Village Bridge is clear. The river faces the Chushan Mountain thousands of miles away, and Guo Lianyupu has thousands of lanterns.
The two words of honor and favor are thrown away, and love and hatred suddenly fall from the sky. The melancholy is like the dew of grass in the old travels, but I still remember my gratitude.
Tracing Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty across the Yangtze River in the West
The wind on the river is uncertain and half clear and overcast, and the sun sings to the flowers with sorrow. The lonely boat has been kicking hard since it was late, and the sails are racing against each other.
A person who has been tired and trapped for thousands of years has a family that is safe and worth thousands of gold. Looking at the waves from a wide distance, Chushan Mountain is calm and stable.
Li Shen's poems (4)
Early onset of Tang Dynasty Li Shen
The moon sets on the sandbank and the birds are frightened, the tide rises, the wind is gentle, and the mist rises. Huang Helang knew the letter clearly, but Heilongshan secretly avoided the future.
The fire flag seems to distinguish the Wu gate garrison, and the water post is far away to miss the Chu fortress city. Xiao Suo even looked at the leaves of the river. Both towns were involved in official affairs.
Guarding Chuyang in the late autumn, I recalled visiting the county town of Langya, Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
The small pavilion in the mountain city is near Qingzhang, and the mangrove lotus palace is connected to the lotus. As the sun sets, the ancient palace is opened on half a rock, and the wild smoke and floating water cover the light waves.
Chrysanthemum welcomes the autumn festival, the west wind is strong, and the sound of wild geese calling the anvil is heard in the north. Late at night, I still can't sleep while singing alone, sitting and watching the dew all over the courtyard.
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty enjoys a leisurely banquet in the orchard on a spring day in Chuyang
In the west garden, peaches and plums are planted, and red and white low branches brush against the wine glass. The beauty is only worried about the wind, and the drunken feasts are held in the middle of the month.
I advise people not to pity the early morning, but to look at the candle frequency and be afraid of the dawn. It has been heard that for several years there have been deep grass and dew, but a few plants are still close to the pond.
Shouyang dismissed Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
I dare to admire the Gantang leaves in the hanging shade, and attach the Qianjiang to the auspicious wood talisman. The ten-step orchid tea has the same beautiful color, and the branches and leaves of ten thousand years represent the royal picture.
It is not as good as knowing that there is no danger, and the rain and dew have touched it and it will never wither. It's good to live in a solitary root to support peaches and plums, and don't let me spend time as a woodcutter from now on.
Shouyang dismissed Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
The white forehead of Nanshan was tamed and harassed, but he also changed his heart to kill. Don't compete with cattle, be willing to pay for trouble, and avoid being bullied by foxes.
Crossing the river is not harmful to other countries. If you occupy the valley, there will be no violence. You act like Zou Yu to protect the growing grass, but you are just lying softly in the Huaihe River.
Extended reading: Li Shen’s ancient poems
Compassion for farmers (1) Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
The day of hoeing was noon, and the sweat was dripping from the soil. Who would have thought that it would be hard work to put every meal on the plate?
Compassion for Farmers (2) Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand millet grains in autumn. There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
Staying in Yangzhou, Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
The river crosses the vast misty waves at night, and the tide passes through Jinling and the leaves fall in autumn. The roar of Sai Hong passes through Chuze, and the light and dark red trees see Yangzhou
Passing by Zhongling Tang Li Shen
The end of Longsha River embraces Zhongling, and the evening view of Shuiguo Village Bridge is clear. The river faces the Chushan Mountain thousands of miles away, and Guo Lianyupu has thousands of lanterns. The province throws out two words of honor and favor, and suddenly falls into the sky and arouses love and hatred. The melancholy is like the dew of grass in the old travels, but I still remember my gratitude.
Recalling the edict of Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty in the Jinluan Palace at night
When the moon is low, the silver and Chinese jade ropes are low, and I listen deeply to the flute and the blue sky. The door is surrounded by purple walls and tall trees, and the pavilion is connected with green threads and is close to the red staircase. Mo Xuan was extravagant to urge the edict to fly, and Cao Bu was deeply gracious to urge him to change the title. Tomorrow I will have a long way to go home alone, but the poor world is separated by clouds.
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty enjoys a leisurely banquet in the orchard on a spring day in Chuyang
In the west garden, peaches and plums are planted, and red and white low branches brush against the wine glass. The beauty is only worried about the wind, and the drunken feasts are held in the middle of the month. I advise people not to pity Fang Zao, but to look at candle frequency and be afraid of dawn. It has been heard that for several years there have been deep grass and dew, but a few plants are still close to the pond.