Wen Tianxiang (1236~1283), whose first name was Yunsun and whose courtesy name was Tianxiang. After being selected as a tribute, he changed his name to Tianxiang and changed his name to Lushan. After winning the first prize in the fourth year of Baoyou (1256), he changed his name to Song Rui. Later, because he lived in Wenshan, he was given the name Wenshan. A native of Luling (now Ji'an, Jiangxi Province). An outstanding national hero[1] military strategist, patriotic poet and politician in the late Southern Song Dynasty. His works include "The Complete Works of Mr. Wenshan" and "Wenshan Yuefu". His famous works include "Song of Righteousness", "Crossing the Lingding Ocean", etc. In the fourth year of Baoyou's reign (1256), Emperor Lizong of the Song Dynasty won the first place in Jinshi (the number one scholar). Together with Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie, they were known as the "Three Heroes of the Late Song Dynasty". His poems in his later years were impassioned, desolate and tragic, with strong appeal, reflecting his steadfast national integrity and tenacious fighting spirit. He died generously in Caishikou, Beijing on January 9, 1283 (the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month) at the age of forty-seven. Wen Tianxiang wrote a large number of poems in prison. His works such as "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" and "Song of Righteousness" have become eternal masterpieces and are symbols of the spirit of the Chinese nation.

"Crossing the Lingding Ocean"

Once the hardships have happened,

The stars are scattered all around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins,

The ups and downs of life are like rain and rain.

Afraid of being on the beach, I am afraid.

I am alone in the ocean and sighing for being alone.

Who has never died since ancient times?

Leave a lasting impression on history.

Legacy text:

Confucius said benevolence, Mencius said righteousness,

Only when the righteousness is fulfilled, benevolence is supreme.

What do you learn from reading the books of sages?

Now and from now on, I feel no shame.

"Song of Righteousness"

There is righteousness in the heaven and earth, which are mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To others, it is said that it is vast and overwhelming.

The imperial road should lead to Qing Yi, and Han and Tu Ming Ting. When the time comes, we can see each other and draw pictures one by one. In Qi Taishi bamboo slips, in Jin Dynasty Dong Hu's pen.

In Qin Zhang Liangzhui, in Han Suwu Festival. He was the head of General Yan and was bloody for Ji Shi. They are Zhang Suiyang's teeth and Yan Changshan's tongue.

It may be the Liaodong hat, clearing the ice and snow. Or to show off one's teachings, ghosts and gods weep heroically. Or to cross the river and swallow Hu Jie generously.

Or it may be caused by hitting the thief's wat, and the reverse head will be broken. This is the majestic Qi that will last forever. When it penetrates the sun and moon, life and death will be settled.

The maintenance of the earth depends on it, and the pillars of heaven depend on it. The three cardinal principles are actually life-related, and morality is the root. I'm sorry to hear that Yang Jiu is really weak.

The prisoners of Chu wore their crowns and sent them to Qiongbei. The tripod wok is as sweet as glutinous rice, but you can't get it if you ask for it. There is a ghost fire in the underworld, and it is dark when the spring courtyard is closed.

Cows and oxen eat the same soap, chickens and phoenixes eat. Once there is fog and dew, it becomes barren in the ditch. In this case, no matter how cold or hot it is, all kinds of diseases will be easy to overcome.

Alas, Ju Laochang, for my peaceful country. How could he not be clever? Yin and Yang cannot be thieved. Taking care of this, I look up at the white floating clouds.

My heart is sad for a long time, and the sky is full of extremes. The day of the philosopher is far away, and the punishment is in the past. The wind eaves display books for reading, and the ancient roads illuminate their colors.

Words:

"Moon over the River"

The water and sky are vast, I hate that the east wind does not borrow, and the world's most beautiful things. In the waning light of Shu birds and Wu flowers, one can hardly see the decaying walls of a deserted city.

The spring love of the bronze bird, the autumn tears of the golden man, who can express this hatred. The sword spirit is dignified, and the bullfighting sky recognizes the outstanding heroes.

Na Xin spent the rest of his life on the river and sea, traveling thousands of miles south, like a small boat sailing together. I am keeping my drunken eyes for the gull alliance, watching carefully the rising and falling of the waves and the disappearance of the clouds.

The Zhuzhu swallows the victory, returns to the flag and walks away, and rises to the top through the ages. With no one to sleep with, Qinhuai should be a lonely moon.

"Moon over the River"

The universe is so great that dragons and yuan are not things in the pond. The wind and rain have no place to worry about, and the walls are even colder.

Writing poems on the horizon, climbing up the stairs to compose poems, everything is covered with snow. If the river flows like this, there will always be heroes.

It’s funny how a leaf drifts away. When we return to Huai River, there is a new cool breeze. All the beauty in the mirror has changed, but only the loyalty remains.

Going to Longsha, looking back at the country, a line of green is as green as hair. Dear friends, I should remember, the moon is waning on the cuckoo branches.

"Moon over the River"

Lushan Mountain remains the same, with a desolate place and infinite Jiangnan scenery. The sky is green and clear, and mist is covered with sweat, covering the eastern half of the sky.

The geese pass over the lonely peak, the apes return to the dangerous peaks, and the wind and waves turn over the snow. The world is not old yet, but there are still outstanding people in the earth.

It’s a shame to be drifting in a lonely boat, the river is falling, and the guest’s dream prompts the bright future. The idle clouds in Nanpu are connected to the grass and trees, and the flags are bright and extinguished when I look back.

In the past thirty years, ten years have passed, and there are stars in the sky. I am sad to listen to it late at night, and the bamboo sticks are blowing through the cold moon.

"Qinyuanchun"

It doesn't matter if you die to be filial to your son and loyal to your ministers. Since Guangyue Qi is divided, the scholars have no integrity, the monarch and his ministers are lacking in righteousness, who can bear the burden of strength.

He scolded the thief Suiyang, but loved the king far away, and his reputation will last forever. Those who come later have the skills of no two masters and the steel of a hundred chains.

Life is like a cloud. What a vigorous and vigorous performance. He who betrayed his country at that time and was willing to surrender to captivity was reviled by others and could remain famous in peace.

The ancient temple is quiet and elegant, with dead trees and jackdaws and the setting sun. Under the post box, a traitor passed by and thought carefully.

"Niannujiao"

Wherever the Congcheng is, the sound is empty, but it sounds like a boiling bang. Wangli Pingjiang crosses the snow ridge, and drives off the Hongliang Fishing Market.

If there is a god driving it, just like following the emperor’s orders, the mountains and hills will rise in an instant. Nanyang Longfen, Hutuo condensed still like this.

I think of the poor border of Su and Wu, crossing the frost at night, and the eyes of mugwort groaning with cold eyes. The cavalry is still running fast with its medal in its hands, the flag is waved by the rustling wind.

The moon is white and the sand is bright, the clouds are frozen and the ground is cracking, and sorrow is coming from all over the fields. My soul has fallen into a prison, where am I now?

"Niannujiao"

The same clouds cover the countryside, and the vastness is endless as far as the eye can see. The green hills here have changed their colors, and the Gushe Qiongtai has just begun to rise.

The fishing boat is covered in smoke, the woodcutter has lost his way, and the wind and frost are severe. Ziyou has a short pole and can be connected to the three high temples.

The dreamy Luofu in Jiangcheng, the giants singing loudly, and Mr. Dongguo walking. I want to accompany Yuan An in the earthen room, lying high in a pile of six flowers.

This is the sky of ice. Who said that the country of water will make the lonely ministers cry for eternity. The head of the reed is white, and it is suspected that it is Liu Ji.

"The River is Red"

In the Swallow Tower, I experienced the autumn colors again. In the place of lovesickness, youth is like a dream, riding on the fairy palace.

The skin jade is dark and the clothes are slow, and the teardrops slant through the side of the flower. The most unprovoked, banana shadows on the window screen, green lights rest.

The Quchi merges and the high platform disappears. There is nothing to say about human affairs. Go up to Nanyang, and your lapel will be filled with pure blood.

The state of the world is like a turbulent rain, and my body is like a bright moon. Smiling and joyful, a good romance, but the water chestnuts are missing.

"Man Jiang Hong"

Let me ask Pipa, how can wind and beauty arise outside Hu Sha. The most bitter thing is that one yellow flower of Yao will move its roots to the fairy palace.

After the Queen Mother’s joyful banquet, the immortal’s tears filled the side of the golden plate. Listen to the palace, the two shower bells in the middle of the night, the sound stops.

The colorful clouds disperse and the fragrant dust disappears. Bronze camel hates, that's hard to say. I want a man to be generous, chewing through the gums to bleed.

Looking back at Zhaoyang as the sun sets, the sad bird welcomes the autumn moon. As for my concubine, I don’t want to be like the heavenly family, and the gold is missing.

"Man Jiang Hong"

Drinking wine in the Tianshan Mountains, today we are allowed to rest for a while. With iron ◇, hard work and hard work, the husband has made great achievements.

It is not a strange thing to rectify the world, and the clouds will bloom thousands of miles away and the moon will shine brightly. Laughter is always there, frogs are always croaking during peace talks, why worry.

The cymbal blows, and the robe becomes snowy. The army is strong and powerful, and the sound of Jia is extinguished. Remembering the ancestors to raise scholars, enduring the incomplete education.

Who dares to ask if Luoding is not at fault? Mu Nan is bloody. Fast three dynasties, kindness and filial piety are the heart of heaven, Anlingque.

"Qitian Le"

The moon turns to the Milky Way in the south tower, and the jade flute plays the plum blossom again. The sand of the parrot is clear, the water of the grapes is warm, and a wisp of the fragrance of swallows is clear.

The Yaochi is full of spring. Think of peach dew and plump clouds, chrysanthemum waves clearing the sky. The brocade robes are flowing, and the royal fairy flowers are surrounded by auspicious rainbows.

People in Yuguan are still young. Calling the yellow crane at the head of the river, we talk and laugh in the towel on the shore. The sword blows through the clear water, the branches cross the Chudai River, and the rain washes away the tobacco in the river.

The printing is yellow like fighting. Look at half an inkstone with roses and a full saddle with willows. Returning from the sandy road, the golden mink and cicada have small wings.

"Qitian Le"

The east wind comes early at night, the Xiaoxiang River is fresh green, the willows are clear, the plum blossoms are warm, and the spring is light and thousands of flowers are like bouquets.

Silver cicada takes a bath. The wild geese are about to return, and the sea turtles are beginning to rise. The clouds hold the flags, and the laughing people are painting the song.

The star-red Yao tree is ethereal, the ring is ringing in the blue sky, and the elegant house is caged at the end. The dew is made of copper, the ice can turn the iron horse, and the curtain light shakes the golden millet.

Leaning on bamboo for a long time. Even more, Yao Zun poured out a full cup of wine. Looking back at Gong Lian, I returned to the courtyard late at night.

"Yangtze River"

I traveled to the North Sea with the wind for a few days,

and returned to the head of the Yangtze River.

My heart is like a magnetic needle,

I will not rest until I guide you.

"The Sixty-fourth Governor of Nanjian Prefecture"

The spring is far away outside the sword, and the river pavilion is adjacent to the stone surface.

The shogunate is full of talent and virtuous people, and no one can see their spirit now.