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Ling () () poet, ancient writer

Linghu Chu, a poet and ancient writer of the Tang Dynasty. "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty" contains more than 50 of his poems. Just cite the following 5 poems for reference:

1. Youth's Journey

Part 1

The young man in Bianzhou is used to being wild, riding a horse and shooting yellow sheep. Now that I am old and weak, I still lean on the camp gate and count the flying geese.

Second

The family originally lived in Qinghe and lived in five cities, so they had to rely on bows and arrows to gain fame. Flying leisurely over Qiuyuan, I test the sound of shooting alone into the cold clouds.

Third

The Xia Ming Sword is hunched over its back and shining on the frost, and the horse is riding out of Xianyang in the autumn wind. Before the emperor took over the land of Hehuang, he had no intention of looking back at his hometown.

Fourth

The frost-filled atrium is full of moonlight passing over the building, and the golden statues and jade pillars face the clear autumn. At that time, I said I wanted to be happy, but I didn't want to stop until dawn.

2. Spring Boudoir Thoughts

The hoopoe flies over the clear field, and the turbulent water descends into the turbid river. Looking up at the spring breeze, I can see many tears.

3. Spring thoughts send dreams to achieve happiness

The atrium is filled with flowers and bottles of wine, and I sit alone until dusk in the morning. When spring comes, my poetic thoughts turn to where I want to go. I fly over Hanguan Pass and enter the tripod gate.

4. The Beginning of Autumn

On ordinary days, there is much hatred, but in the new autumn it is easy to be sad. Yan's words are like saying goodbye, and Liu's meaning has faded.

It is useless to serve the country, and there is no time to return home. The old smell in my heart is like the hard school last year.

5. Wang Zhaojun

The brocade car went away from the sky, and the curtain opened in the snow. The blue dragon in Wei Que is far away, and the red geese in Xiaoguan are mourning.