Chen Bangyan'S "Five Character Poems"

27/05/2023 82 Views

Chen Bangyan's five character poems

Paper: 15.5 cm long, 8 cm wide, 16 pages

Introduction to Chen Bangyan

Chen Bangyan (1678-1752), whose courtesy name was Shinan, also known as Chunhui and Gaolu, and later as Chunhui Old Man. The name of the room is "Chunhui Hall". Haining Yanguan people. Nephew of Chen Yuanlong. In the 42nd year of Kangxi (1703), he became a Jinshi, was awarded the title of editor of the Hanlin Academy, and entered the South Study Room. Later he was promoted to a bachelor's degree and served as an official minister of the Ministry of Rites. He was good at calligraphy, especially in small regular script, and he came in and out of the two kings in cursive writing and got the essence of Dong Qichang. That is to say, Yan, Ou, Yu, Chu and the four schools of Song Dynasty have all been studied. When serving in the inner court, he was often ordered to read the inscriptions on the imperial tablets and to copy and write them according to the imperial edict. The Imperial Preface to the Kangxi Dictionary and the Imperial Poems on Ten Scenes of the Old Summer Palace were both written by him. His reputation for calligraphy spread far and wide, and "he was so eager to acquire his size as a family heirloom." He is the author of "Mozhuang Xiaomu", "Chunju Xiaopu", "Chunhuitang Collection", and compiled "Complete Tang Dynasty Essays" and "Song Poetry Supplement". In the 46th year of Kangxi's reign, he compiled "Pei Wenzhai's Past Dynasties Inscriptions" One hundred and twenty volumes of "Examples of Painting and Poetry".

Interpretation: The east wind thaws

The jade stone opens the sky, and the Qing Emperor adjusts the dragon's bridle. Hong Jun's drum brings great achievements, and time helps spring beauty. It spreads to reveal the common people's style and boasts about all kinds of people. Looking at Orchid Marsh from the morning, the solid ice is decimated. The flow touches the brocade scales, and things are swaying away. The waves reflect the light at noon, and both of them bathe in jade. The light silk rolls up suddenly, with slightly crepe patterns like weaving. The passage is silent and silent, and it is auspicious since the dawn. Speechless spring breeze, because my thoughts convey my thoughts.

Read Mr. Xishan’s University Extensions

The clear window covers the tomb, looking at the ancient times and reverie. The family members only hope that Yuan Weng has the purest body and moral cultivation. He wrote a book on the meaning of the book, and Miao Yunzi sought to imitate it. The large contents are also detailed, and the water is all-encompassing. Kong Zengxu will not fall, and he will reveal his bright future for thousands of years. I read and think about this person, and admire him in high mountains.

Planting chrysanthemums

The remaining roots of the old chrysanthemum take advantage of the fertile soil, and they wither in the winter and grow in the spring. The spring breeze brings forth new seedlings in March, and the young branches and leaves are sparse and bright. I don't hesitate to buy the food, and divide the pots into pots and arrange them on the platform. The long foil provides deep protection from the sun and sun, and the soil is cultivated and watered for long-term cultivation. The frosty posture awaits the fragrance of autumn in the late festival, but I appreciate it in front of me for nine days.

night rain

The stars are sparse and the sky is green, I undress and lie down on the bed. The dream echoes outside the window, and the rain breaks the flowers. Everything is silent, and the late hawk calls in the sky. The more you listen, the more you listen. If you touch it enough, then that's it. Across the fields, the village elders congratulated each other with joy.

Fisherman's song

The leaves of the wild cattails are swaying in the wind, and the boat is light, and the green silk cotton net is horizontally crossed. Living on the water in Jiangxiang is a happy life, and you are so carefree that you don't know the feelings of the world. The green basket carries the fish, but in exchange for money, he buys the village mash. The smoke waves lead us into the drunken countryside, and the lingering sound is still heard singing.

Throwing Ballads

The wind from the south blows five cents, and the green grass and cattails grow in the lake. A pair of red carps are decorated on the bottom of the leaves, and they jump out of the green cattails. One rushes forward as fast as an arrow, and the other rushes behind as fast as lightning. The brocade cheeks are sipping and the red mane is Zhang, holding the pole in the air is the envy of fishermen. When I come to the pond and look down at the clear stream, I often see sand gulls splashing and startling. The water ripples cut through the waves, and the tail sways smoothly. The light oil becomes oily, and the fish gradually thickens. I hear the sound at the beginning of summer every year, but I don't want to let go.

Fresh green at the beginning of summer

The forest is repaired at dawn, and the wind blows outside the forest. The green waves are shaking, and the green cover is supported by the beautiful shade. Thousands of layers of green trees hang on the cliffs, and the sounds of nature are singing. Don’t teach us how to cherish the remnant of spring. Let’s talk about love again in this scene.