Poems about Confucius 1. Fu Zi's ancient poems.
1, Xiao Chongshan, it was too cold to stop singing last night.
Author Yue Fei, Song Dynasty
I couldn't stop singing last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string.
Vernacular translation:
Last night, the crickets in the cold autumn couldn't stop moaning, dreaming of returning to their hometown and being awakened by the war thousands of miles away. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone.
It was quiet all around, and outside the curtain, a thin moon was hazy. Make a name for the country, not be old with Frost Star. The pine and bamboo trees in Jiashan are old, but they can't help but talk and stop returning home. I want to give the lyre a song full of worries. There are few bosom friends, even if the string is broken, who will listen
2. Hangxiangzi Qiuhe
Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
There was a cold wind last night. Enter the phoenix tree first. There is nowhere to be muddy, to avoid decline. Ask the public what it is, the book is empty. But once drunk, once sick, once careless;
The court came, time flies, seemingly speechless, deliberately hurting farmers. Pay everything to 1000 minutes. Let the wine turn red.
Vernacular translation:
Autumn wind last night. Blowing into the Sikmo forest. My eyes are full of tung leaves falling from the wind, and my aging face, which has nowhere to avoid, is seen by the autumn wind. Autumn wind asked me why I did it. I didn't speak, I just wrote in the air with my hand.
Sometimes drunk, sometimes sick, sometimes lazy; I came to the yard in the morning and lamented that time flies, making me old and sick. Now all my thoughts are empty. I drink to live. The wine is gray and dazzling, and it doesn't matter if the flame of the candle is red.
3. Near the Qingming Toona jathyapple
Author Huang Xiaomai, Song Dynasty
Near Qingming. The soul disappeared in the branches of the bluebird. It's a pity that a serenade is given to dusk. Want to * * * Liu Hua low v, afraid of Liu Hua frivolous, don't know how to hurt the spring. Miss Chu Xiang, stay at home and be gentle. Who are you gentle with?
Empty bottles cry at night, the green hills are silent, and the waning moon is the door. In front of Yulou, there is only a wave of Xiang water, swaying Xiang clouds. Dream is short, when to ask, see peach root again. This time, for the first time in the world, there is no parallel knife, which cuts the mark of sadness in my heart.
Vernacular translation:
Near Tomb-Sweeping Day, the sound of kingfishers in the branches is touching. It's a pity that this song is for lonely dusk. I want to talk about Liu Hua in a low voice, but I'm afraid that Liu Hua is frivolous and doesn't understand people's feelings. I wander alone in the south of Chu, full of tenderness. Don't hate me. Who can give me a little tenderness?
The empty glass seems to be crying for me, the castle peak is silent as if it is sad for me, and a ray of setting sun shines obliquely on the courtyard door. In front of the magnificent building, there is only a long pool of Hunan water, reflecting the swaying auspicious clouds.
A boring day is so long, but a dream is so short. Excuse me, God, when can I see my lover? This scene is really sad. Even in the whole world, there is no knife scissors in Bingzhou, which can cut the sadness in my heart.
4, water tune song, Mid-Autumn Festival
Author Mi Fei, Song Dynasty
The sound of air blowing on the anvil is urgent, and cricket thinks of high autumn. I just look at the scenery instead of learning from Song Yu. It is a great pleasure to clean up the bleak situation and pay the price. It has its own sentimental place, and the bright moon hangs on the South Tower.
Distressed, across the embankment, with long rhyme. On a sunny night, lend me this place to pour gold. Lovely scenery of a day, leaning on twelve, if the universe floats. Drunk and sleepy, I don't know how to wake up.
Vernacular translation:
The evening breeze brings the sound of anvil, and crickets sing in late autumn. I don't feel sorry for Song Yu's autumn. Put away the bleak situation and taste, pour a full glass of wine and feel more comfortable with everything around you. There is also the place where rice is full of feelings, that is, the blue sky mirror hanging in the south building.
Express depressed feelings, play melodious rain flute, and clear rhyme floats in the air. It's my pleasure to spend money here on this beautiful night. Facing the beautiful scenery of the day, I leaned against the railing and felt that everything in the universe was ups and downs, just like duckweed in the water. Let me get drunk, lean on my pillow and listen to the sound of the surging river.
5. Partridge Tian Xi Du Zuo
Author Zhu Dunru, Song Dynasty.
I'm Kiyodo Shanshuilang. Tianjiao's distribution and sparseness. I once gave Yu a wind ticket, but I was tired of leaving a cloud to borrow a monthly ticket.
There are thousands of poems and thousands of wines. Several times, I looked at the marquis. Jade Pagoda Golden Que has no intention of returning, and plum blossoms are drunk in Luoyang.
Vernacular translation:
I am the Langguan in charge of the landscape in the Heavenly Palace, and the Emperor of Heaven endowed me with a wild and unruly character. I have repeatedly granted warrants to control the wind and rain, and I have repeatedly played with colorful clouds to borrow the moon.
I'm free. I can sing thousands of songs. If I don't get drunk, princes will be together. Where can I put them in my eyes? Even if I am an official in the gorgeous heavenly palace, I am too lazy to go. I just want to cut plum blossoms in Luoyang City, Huadu, and lead a drunken life.
2. Fuzi words or poems.
I didn't say anything and I didn't care. Bai Juyi's Spring Poems Sleeping in Hundred Rhymes
Pay attention to the wind. ? Lutong, an eclipse poem entering the Purple Palace.
The toothpick was wrapped in red gauze and RoyceWong's book was set on fire. Li Yu, Empress of Jindian
Alone in the boat, on the moon in Fenglin, Zheng and the guest center are divided. Listen to people, Wang Changling.
The ancient laws of the sages have been passed down to later generations. Du Fu's Fu
The red tube was ordered by the king, and the silver paid the old man five Du Fu songs in Jiangcun in spring.
I swear to pay my grandson, I have written a poem (Cangzhou War) Du Mu.
Stop to borrow crickets and be smart enough to pay spiders. Records of Qixi songs
3. Who knows some idioms with the word "Fu"?
Scrap: hand over; All: to; Eastward: A river that flows eastward. Throw it into the East River and wash it away. Metaphor hope, go down the drain.
Paid the money and threw it away in the east water. Metaphor hopes failed, grades lost, all previous efforts were wasted, as if washed away by running water.
Put it in Hongqiao Hongqiao: Jin Dynasty, surnamed Yin Mingxian, word Hongqiao. Metaphor letter lost.
Pay a sigh. More refers to expressing helplessness about things that you are not satisfied with.
Smile, smile and answer. Metaphor doesn't care, it doesn't matter.
Fire confession: pay; One: it; Torch: Torch. Light a fire.
Fuding refers to burning.
There is no other way to think, so we have to.
Heart-to-heart care: sincere expression; Give: Give to others. Describe treating people sincerely.
Hongqiao is late in paying, which is used to describe the loss of mail or the failure to receive the other party's letter.
Deal with, dispose of Yuru: Do what you want. Relax, no worries.
Extra effort means putting it out of your mind and not thinking about it.
Paying for pears and dates refers to engraving and printing books. Lizao: In the old days, books were mostly made of Lizao, which was called book edition in ancient times.
Metaphor completely lost or give up all previous efforts.
Handle things with ease, take your time, there is a good way.
Give a torch [explanation] torch: torch. Burn all the fires. It's the same as "burning eyebrows"
Treat or answer with a smile. Metaphor is not worth paying attention to. Use "laugh it off".
A rare opportunity