Love poems that hope to be good for the army have beautiful words, but sad meanings and are not important to others. Sun Yu's Zheng Sheng Ji is the most concentrated poem of Yi Xi, and it is praised by people for its greatness. Representative works include Joining the Army, Picking Mulberry, Song of Spring, Woman's Journey in Spring, Mowing Clothes, Mourning for Pulsatilla, and Nostalgia in Luochuan. Among them, the poem "Pulsatilla Daibei" writes that flowers bloom and fall, and time throws people; Once a beautiful teenager, he has now become a half-dead Chinese Pulsatilla, sending out the feelings that "flowers are similar year after year, people are different year after year" and "when will it be possible to make eyes at each other and the cranes will be in a hurry?" His words and sentences are exactly the same as Zhen's comments on a good song by a lame Taoist in A Dream of Red Mansions: "The humble room was empty, when the bed was full, the grass withered and the sun withered. It used to be a ballroom. " However, the words and artistic conception in Daiyu's poems about burying flowers are similar, but their rhetoric is not weaker than the latter, and they are hundreds of years earlier, which shows that Yi Xi has profound insight into the world and high literary attainments. As the saying goes, it is difficult for Ikezawa giants to measure the size of rivers and seas. No wonder Yi Xi was ignored at first. There are ten volumes in total, and one volume of poetry is compiled today (Volume 82 of Complete Tang Poetry).
Poems are:
A generation of sad Chinese Pulsatilla (a generation of white-headed songs)
To the east of Luoyang, peaches and plums fly around.
Luoyang woman looks beautiful, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered plum blossoms, sighing long.
The color of flowers has changed this year. Who will be there next year?
I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.
Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different every year.
Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man.
Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman.
The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.
Guangluchitai is resplendent and magnificent, and Jiangjun Pavilion draws immortals.
Once you get sick, you don't know each other.
How long can we turn? The crane will be chaotic in an instant.
But looking at ancient song and dance venues, only birds are sad at dusk.
join the army
Autumn, windy, Ma Benteng.
Yancheng can't be opened during the day, so the ambush is gone.
When the emperor worships in the temple, the general is fierce.
There are tens of thousands of horses in Elo Road.
The army gate presses the yellow river, and the soldiers rush to the day.
Life has a sword, and the pen is generous.
Lonely in the south, dense in the north.
Learn from Han Peng's plan and know Sun Wu's skill.
Husband cleans Wan Li, who will clean the room?
pick mulberry leaves
Willows give people away, and green west enters Qin.
Whoever picks the mulberry girl can't win the spring upstairs.
Ying Ying Bashui Qu, spring is fragrant and green step by step.
The red face is pearly and the crimson lips contain white jade.
Looking back at Wei Qiaodong, I feel the same way in spring.
Green silk charming sunset, spring breeze.
Sigh with the cage and fall in love with the spring scenery.
If you look at the flowers, you will feel weak leaning against the tree.
I miss you at dusk, making you strange to the south.
Meet strangers and return to the dream brothel.
Song of spring
Plum blossoms fell on the mountain tree and flew to the savage.
What do barbarians have? A jar full of Yangchun wine.
Bring wine to Chuntai and sing with plum blossoms.
Drunk lying on the bright moon, sleepwalking on the roof.
Chunnvhang
Yan Ruyu, a spring girl, lamented Yang Chunqu.
Wushan Chunshu is red and Yuanxiang Chuncao is green.
Self-pity coquettish appearance, unique when making up.
Worry about willow, spring is like silk.
Looking at thousands of miles, the spring river is long.
Think hard about jade and close people, and worry about lying in the golden boudoir.
It is said that spring flowers fall and autumn winds rise.
Love is not over yet, but sadness has begun.
Recalling the past, the Chu palace and the jade building were made up.
Fine waist and bright moon, long sleeves and good dancing, spring breeze.
Hua Rong appointed Xishan, and time is running out.
Mulberry forest turned into the East China Sea, where is the wealth now?
Send a message that Tao Lirong and Hu Weiqi are boudoir.
But look at the tomb of the king of Chu, there are only a few pine trees.