If you win a beautiful woman, I'm afraid I will be deeply moved by her.
Heroes in the world come from our generation. They have just entered the Jianghu and are urged by the years. When you are talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life. Carrying a sword, riding a ghost rain, bones like mountains, birds flying. The world is like a tide of people, just sighing for a few people in the Jianghu.
Ten steps to kill without leaving a trace, the top gun is full of pride. Laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield, and your hands will rejuvenate. Lightning and thunder can dance wildly, and gorgeous meteors are good and evil.
Drifting west, the road ahead is silent.
Why should the wind be green when it is blank?
It's raining at night, fighting the lonely city in all directions,
Look at the sound of the knife, your hands are calm and firm.
You can't find a knight in a thousand years,
Bloody red leaves drunk autumn wind.
Listen to the wind and rain and overlook the rivers and lakes.
The rivers and lakes are choppy and illusory.
According to the moon, the sword sounds soft and constant.
Spend a rainy night with a lonely lamp in hand
Drunk on the rising sun
Life is short and changeable.
Deng Qing lies next to the ancient Buddha.
Lonely and sleepless, empty to the bright moon
Where can I get autumn frost in the long night
Taohuawu Taohuaan, Taohuaan Taohuaxian; Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.
When you wake up, you just sit in the flowers and get drunk, so you come to sleep under the flowers; Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year.
I would rather die of old age than bow before horses and chariots; Cars, dust and horses are interesting, and hops are poor.
If the poor are compared with the poor, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky; If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.
Others laugh that I am too crazy, and I laugh that others can't see through it; There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.
The wind turned into a sigh and he forgot the smoke in the water.
Put a bowl of wine! Forget all the troubles in the Jianghu.
Spirit of life, three thousand moss, put it on the shelf!
Stop, stop, stop, stop again, and your heart will calm down!
A Meng Shan, half sad, things are different. What was the result? Where is the quenching in Wu Gou? This is a desolate city with a flowing pillow. This used to be the battlefield of the dragon, so cold! Autumn full of grass and frost. If you think about it, you will grow old together. Don't change your youth easily. Hou Feng, how many heroes are just ruined!
There are constant disputes between rivers and lakes, and it is difficult to find a confidant in life.
The waves of the sea are constant? How to resolve hostility with a smile?
In Jianghu, you can ask for directions instead of asking for directions.
No one in the world tells the story of his life, and the moon has no words to reflect the soul of the sword.
I want to calm my heart and chase my dreams. Lonely lights and rain are beating on my heart.
I'm used to wandering in rivers and lakes, and I can't stop loving and hating each other.
Chivalrous tenderness buried the sea, Huashan firm but gentle swing cold autumn.
The blood of the iron-edged pike splashes, and the bitter wine falls on the cold moon!
Mortals don't look back. There is no such thing as suffering.
It is said that every swordsman should offer his sword, not a poet.
I thought I brought a sword to wander the Jianghu and swallowed Wan Li like a tiger.
It has been raining for ten years now, and when I woke up, I sounded an empty string.
The rotten butterfly cicada has gone in spring, and the water is always ruthless.
In autumn, the cold wind and drizzle come, and the fallen leaves return to their roots for another year.
When the wind is cold, the yellow sand is reflected obliquely, and Jingshan is home.
When the sword is shining, it is a guest, smiling at the past and standing proudly in the world.
2. A poem describing the four struggles: The Song people cut the plum anonymously: The Four Years' War in Xiangfan.
No fisherman's songs, no woodcutter's songs. What's going on now? Gold wears away, and so does the valley.
Zhezhi doesn't have to dance! There can be more ugliness and more evil. Zhu Men buys Zhu E every day.
What about the army? How about civil affairs? In the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, those poems all ended in danger, with no intention of making progress. If you don't listen to the advice of loyal ministers several times, the palace will inevitably suffer from Jianfeng.
-Later generations lamented that the blade is the spirit of the Han Dynasty, and the scorching red sun will incline to the west. Treacherous court official Dong Zhuo abolished the young emperor, and Liu Xie was frightened by his cowardice.
Cao Cao told the world that all the ministers were angry. Yuan Shao was appointed as the leader of the alliance and vowed to help the royal family settle down.
Hou Wenlv is unique in the world, and his talents are all over the world. The protector made by the silver armor dragon forest, the golden crown pheasant tail.
The jagged treasure belt swallows the beast flat, and the brocade robe flies. Dragon balls flutter in the wind, while halberds shoot autumn waters.
Who dares to fight when going through customs? The vassals were frightened. Zhang Jide, a Yan man, fired eight shots with a snake spear.
The tiger must turn the gold thread upside down before the lightning can open its eyes. The battle was tied, and Guan Yunchang was annoyed at the front.
Qinglong Baodao can frost and snow, and parrot shirts can fly butterflies. Horseshoe ghosts cry everywhere, and now anger should bleed.
Liu Bei, a fierce man, shouldered a double front and inspired Shi Yonglie. Three people have been fighting around for a long time, and the shelter has been resting.
The shouts shook the earth and the murderous look was overwhelming. Lu bu wanted to find a way, but looked at his mountain and flattered him.
Dragging Fang Tianji backwards, covered with colorful golden banners. Tear down the tapestry to Red Rabbit, turn over and fly to Hulao Pass.
Heaven and earth change, the sun and the moon turn, abandoning Wancheng and retreating from San Francisco. I was forced to die soon as a minister, and I lost my tears.
-Shao Di was killed before he finished singing a song of tender grass and green condensed smoke, curled up with two swallows. The water is green, and strangers admire it.
Looking at Yun Lan in the distance, it is my old palace. Who fights loyalty, venting my resentment! -Shaodi.
3. Poems about grudges: The heroes in the world come from our generation, and when they enter the rivers and lakes, they think of the years.
When you are talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life. Carrying a sword, riding a ghost rain, bones like mountains, birds flying.
The world is like a tide of people, just sighing for a few people in the Jianghu. Ten steps to kill without leaving a trace, the top gun is full of pride.
Laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield, and your hands will rejuvenate. Lightning and thunder can dance wildly, and gorgeous meteors are good and evil.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow. Flying to the west, you don't need the blank head of the vast sound and wind. Do not need a piece of grass, do not need a night of green rain, do not need a lonely city on all sides, do not need the calm and firm sound of a knife. A chivalrous man can't be found in a thousand years, and a game-writing protocol red leaf is drunk in the autumn wind. Listen to the wind and rain and overlook the rivers and lakes.
The rivers and lakes are full of waves, the moon shines, the sword sounds, the palm is soft and constant, the lights are alone on rainy nights, the stars are drunk, the sun rises, and after the rain, the autumn colors are lonely, the residual red is full, and the frost leaves are thick. Drunk, talking to himself, where is the old friend? Suddenly, I heard a goose chirping outside the aperture, and my voice was a little sad.
It's cold and fragrant at night, isn't it? Life is too short, there is no evergreen lamp. Lying beside the ancient Buddha, lonely and sleepless. Where can I get autumn frost in the long night? 3000 tourists were drunk. Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them. When you wake up, you just sit in the flowers and get drunk, so you come to sleep under the flowers; Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year.
I would rather die of old age than bow before horses and chariots; Cars, dust and horses are interesting, and hops are poor. If the poor are compared with the poor, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky; If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.
Others laugh that I am too crazy, and I laugh that others can't see through it; There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields. The wind turned into a sigh and he forgot the smoke in the water. Put a bowl of wine! Forget all the troubles in the Jianghu.
Spirit of life, three thousand moss, put it on the shelf! Stop, stop, stop, stop again, and your heart will calm down! A Meng Shan, half sad, things are different. What was the result? Where is the quenching in Wu Gou? This is a desolate city with a flowing pillow. This used to be the battlefield of the dragon, so cold! Autumn full of grass and frost.
If you think about it, you will grow old together. Don't change your youth easily. Hou Feng, how many heroes are just ruined! There are constant disputes between rivers and lakes, and it is difficult to find a confidant in life. How to resolve hostility with a smile? Hero, who is the hero? Want to go home, or Jianghu.
To solve your worries, think about it. Things are like a dream. You can smile and ride the wind. In Jianghu, you can ask for directions instead of asking for directions. No one in the world tells your life, and there are no words to reflect the soul of the sword in the quiet moon.
I want to calm my heart and chase my dreams. Lonely lights and rain are beating on my heart. Those who are capable work hard, but those who are wise are troubled; He who is incompetent wants nothing. They swim around with plenty of food. If they are not tied to the same boat, they are used to wandering in the rivers and lakes, and love and hate are always hard to stop.
Chivalrous tenderness buried the sea, Huashan firm but gentle swing cold autumn. The day is hanging in the sky, and the torrent bends to the mountain. How can I tell, through all these clouds? Know everything. If you keep drawing your sword, you only need to worry about your happiness. Take off your sword, laugh and forget your hatred. If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. Everyone will work hard and never be satisfied, just as white-collar workers envy farmers a comfortable, harmonious and peaceful life.
Farmers envy the rights of senior officials, while Liu Kouhan envies the happiness of students, but the same students also envy Liu Kouhan's freedom. Things have changed, the moon and the breeze have long gone against Kang Ge's wishes, and Ye Ping was asked to fly a kite, and the iron sword flew a spear with blood spattered. Mortals don't look back.
There is no such thing as suffering. It is said that every swordsman should offer his sword, not a poet.
I thought I brought a sword to wander the Jianghu and swallowed Wan Li like a tiger. It has been raining for ten years now, and when I woke up, I sounded an empty string.
Mo Wen is crazy, and people with swords are lonely; Mo Wen hates it. It's raining, so she doesn't love it. Life is worth living, and death is nothing to regret.
Crazy songs and negative swords, watch me gallop across the mountains and rivers. Don't waste your time lamenting that the years are short, don't be young and sad, the world is cold, the sword is drunk and the snow is cold, and the screaming is rare.
Who sang that answer in the cold wind and rain was born in troubled times? Who wasted his life? Who is Yun Ge's idiot? Are you alone? I am an eternal game-writing a book, Dan Qing-the sword of the same color is hard to break the demon in my heart-who sings in the shadow of the Peach Blossom in the Milky Way, answers the sword of Meng Han rain, and laughs in the cool breeze of Yanhai, and I have lived several cycles, with bright lights and lonely dreams like madness. Love and hate are surging, and the past is like smoke. Who knows? How charming the mountains and rivers are, countless romantic rains have been knocked off, leaving only the deja vu road in the sunset.
Heroes in ancient times were all lonely. How many people can laugh in their dreams? When they wake up, the stars are pale and the sky is high. It's wonderful to have a good moon and a good night. Life and death are over, you can dance to your heart's content. The world of mortals is absurd and infatuated, and everything is boring and empty, but my heart is not disturbed in this life. I just want to change my life. When I wake up, I will laugh at people and forget all the sighs. It gets dark too early and unpredictable. Love and hate will be forgotten. I just want to be happy until the old wind is cold and I don't want to run away from flowers. I don't want to let me wander. The higher the sky, the smaller the heart. I don't ask how many people are drunk alone. I cry today and laugh tomorrow. I don't * * have no complaints about clouds like flowers * * * butterflies fly lightly to watch misty rain, canoeing in the south of the Yangtze River is difficult to carry sorrow, so leave a little smile, and I hope you are afraid of infatuation. Years quickly look back on the past in dreams, and thoughts come to mind. The sunset in Sleeping with Trouble is gorgeous and short, and we all feel sorry for the vicissitudes of life. Look at human feelings, autumn is boundless, spring is long, the world is long, love is long, you don't love me. I want to wander all my life, but I really don't blame you for a beautiful dream, a bustling world of laughter, and I can't forget what this life looks like. It's cruel to meet each other late. Destined to be divided into two parts: jumping into the world of mortals and throwing fate to the world of mortals, how deep it is. Unless you dump it, who is ungrateful and who hurts me secretly? Don't want to ask me if I am open-minded and open-minded. I leave it to the secular world to laugh at and talk about. Autumn is half cold and half warm, clouds stick to you, half drunk and half awake. How much love remains in this world, and who knows Kun's secret method? Who dares to seal the second pulse of Ren Du and get through Nanquan? The north leg is full of blood. The Yangtze River is like a bell, standing like a pine, walking like the wind, and moving forward is a work of teenagers. Kunlun Peak, Dharma Cave, Qingcheng Palace, all over the world, are all cases that have gone without a trace, and the sword is biased. Qianshan stepped on the dead branches and shook hands with thousands of troops, and the sword leaned against the sky. Who wants to see Zhang Sanfeng and Huang Feihong? Who is the hero? In a rage, Manjianghong rushed to the crown, and fame, dust and the earth were all eight thousand miles away. Clouds and moons don't like the sorrow of teenagers. Jingkang's shame is not over yet. The courtiers hate when to destroy the long car and break the hunger of Helan Mountain, and talk about hunger and hunger for the blood of Huns.
4. Give me the classic poems in martial arts.
When you are talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life. -"the legendary swordsman" Emei: The piano sounds charming, the golden dome rings, and the sword shadow shoots down England like snow.
The beauty of troubled times, the chaos of the world, looks like a peach heart. Tangmen: Quiet as a virgin, moving like the wind, walking like an ape.
Surnamed tang, a famous family member in Shu, was convicted as a ghost by a steel dart trap. Shaolin: Evening prayer, body like a mirror. Boxing punishes evil without guilt, and the knife and staff have sentient beings.
Wudang: The sword refers to the green hills rising from heaven and earth, and the strokes are Tai Chi and Han Xing. Comb a bun before Zhenwu, and control the five elements of Yin and Yang.
Beggars' Sect: Long Yin visited the market for nine days, and dogs barked everywhere. Don't laugh at my clothes, even flowers dare to call them heroes.
Yangmen: Defend the country and be loyal to death, and the children of Yangmen are magic soldiers. The crossbow and silver gun make the white horse, and the shura temple is fierce.
The world has entered Kunlun Mountain for several generations, and life has been dusty for several generations. Hongkou, silver moon, the meteor is moving, and it is dry at dawn. Fairy Kun: Snow Girl is like dust. It's hard to understand right and wrong at first sight on the West Lake. It is like a shadow. I love a breeze, a soul, a sword and wine. How many grievances do you have in the Jianghu? I suddenly looked back in my dream. Everything is empty. There are several heavy scenes. A few trees are loose and the mountains are far away. My wife is empty. I don't think friends are empty, friends are empty, and their paths to the future are different. Bodhisattva Xia: It is said that good tourists in the south of the Yangtze River only draw boats with the old clear water in the south of the Yangtze River to listen to the rain and sleep. People on the riverside are like the moon, and their wrists are frozen with frost and snow. They have to rely on the building to listen to the rain and rain before returning, but they look at the rivers and lakes.
Voiced sound stays in the secular world. When will the argument stop? Make a fortune for me. It's too empty to travel. What is love in the world? I want to live and I want to die. How many times has the old wing been hot and cold? Happiness is happy, but parting is painful.
Are there many stupid children in middle school? Because of you, the clouds in Wan Li and Cang Xue in Tianshan Mountain are far away. Who do you just want to go to? -Yuan Haowen in Yuan Dynasty "Fishing" robbed thousands of infatuation locks, and the smoke did not stop. Youth is gone, spring is old, and generations will come. Magic is not magic, Tao is not Tao, and good and evil are in people's hearts. Desire is not desire, affection is not affection, and marriage is predestined.
Never look back, why not forget; Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today everything is like water without a trace, and tomorrow you will be a stranger.
The imperial sword came by the wind, and between heaven and earth, there was wine and joy, and I was also upset without wine. After drinking all the rivers and swallowing the sun and the moon, a thousand cups are not drunk, but it is a wine sword fairy. Beautiful as the bright moon, rain or shine. Since it is a happy name, why is it sad?
Yesterday, I was deeply rooted in my heart and looked forward to reappearing in my dream. Flying Qiong immortal, falling into the ancient Taoyuan by mistake; A corner of the chaotic sky, weak water road 3000.
The Jianghu road is long and lonely, so it's hard to feel cold. Who raised my sail and leaned on the mountains of Wan Ren? I can only see the vast smoke in Wan Li, and the wine is full of people's endless sighs. More than sad, the river is surging, and several people laugh with me. What happened to the palace temple? It's better to brush lead flowers lightly, make a cage of thin smoke and green fog, fly catkins lightly, and never meet each other. It's better not to see all beings, but it is.
5. Write ancient Jianghu poems, heroic, lyrical, resentful and so on. It can be 1, Qiu Si, Baima, yellow message, Nian Nujiao, stepping out of Xiamen to see the sea and Liangzhou Ci.
1, "Qiu Si" Song: Lu You wants to refuse people thousands of miles, and the rivers and lakes wander around Europe. Day after day, I feel so idle in my spare time. Even the biggest thing is getting drunk.
In the knocking sound of Yi Dao, the moon in the lane is sinking, the trees by the well are shaking their leaves, and my hometown is autumn. I want to see the place from a very far height, and I can stand in front of Baizu Building like Chen Deng, which is a great event in the world.
Qiu Si is a seven-character poem written by Lu You, a poet in the Song Dynasty. This poem shows that Lu You, as a patriotic poet, is always thinking about the rise and fall of the nation and the country.
The feeling of writing poetry in autumn shows the author's yearning for leisure and the life that can't be leisure. 2, "White Horse" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Zhi white horse decorated with gold, even galloping in the northwest.
Excuse me, who is the family? You are a ranger. Young people go to villages and towns, raising their voices and hanging in the desert.
I used to have a good bow, but my arrows were uneven. If the string is controlled to break the left, the right hair will destroy the moon branch.
Raise your hand to catch flies and bend down to lay horseshoes. Smarter than monkeys and apes, as brave as leopards.
There are many policemen in the border town, and the number of soldiers and riders is also moving. Feathers come from the north, and horses climb the embankment.
The dragon drove to the Huns, and the left looked around and led Xianbei. Give up your life on the blade, and your life will be safe? Parents don't care, how can we talk about children and wives! A famous person is a strong person, and he can't be selfish.
Give your life to the national disaster and feel like you're dying! White Horse Piece is the representative work of Cao Zhi, a writer of Cao Wei in the Three Kingdoms period. This poem describes the heroic behavior of the frontier ranger who sacrificed his life for justice and devoted himself to it, created an image of a young frontier ranger who was eager to defend his country and even give his life, and expressed the poet's strong desire to make contributions.
The first two sentences describe the heroic spirit of galloping in the northwest battlefield with the pen of strange police flying, show the urgent military affairs and touch the readers' heartstrings; Then, with the help of "using the title to play", the life experience of the hero is supplemented by pen and ink, which shows what kind of heroic image he is; The six sentences in "Border Town" are connected from the beginning of the article, which specifically explains the reason of "Northwest Pool" and the heroism of defecting to the enemy. The last eight sentences show the lofty spiritual realm of the hero who died for his country and regarded death as death.
The whole poem is rich in style, warm in atmosphere and delicate in language, which can be called both emotional appeal and victory The heroic image in the poem is not only the poet's self-portrayal, but also the condensation and shining glory of the times. 3, "Send Yellow Several Times" Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian I live in the South China Sea of the North Navy, and the goose can't send a book.
Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain. Housekeeping, but with four vertical walls, does not cure diseases.
I want to study, my head is white, and apes cry over streams. Send some letters to Huang is a poem by Huang Tingjian, a writer in Song Dynasty.
This poem praises Huang Jifu's integrity, ability and eagerness to learn, but deeply regrets his old age and sinking situation, expresses his warm feelings of missing his friends, and expresses his grievances and indignation at his friends' lack of talent. The whole poem is sincere and touching.
However, it shows the characteristics of Huang Tingjian's poems in making good use of books, taking the old as the new, inheriting the ancient as the law, and twists and turns, which can be called Huang Tingjian's masterpiece. 4, "Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia" Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "River of No Return", a romantic figure who has been squandered for generations.
To the west of the humanistic base camp is Chibi in Zhou Lang, the Three Kingdoms. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once. In the past, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time.
Feather fan black silk scarf, laughing, strong Lu ashes. The old country is falling, and you should laugh when you are affectionate. I was born early.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river. Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia is a poem by Su Shi, a writer in the Song Dynasty, and one of the representative works of bold and unconstrained ci.
Through the description of the magnificent scenery on the river in the moonlight night, the poem pays tribute to the ancient battlefield, cherishes the talent, tolerance and merits of romantic figures, expresses the author's grief and indignation in a tortuous way, and also shows the author's broad-minded concern for history and life. The whole poem is lyrical in ancient times, vigorous and desolate, magnificent, vigorous in brushwork and broad in realm. It integrates scenery writing, history chanting and lyric, giving people an artistic power that shocks the soul. It was once known as "the swan song of ancient and modern times".
5. "Walking out of Xiamen to Watch the Sea" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Cao watched the sea near Dongjieshi. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.
A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. Fortunately, even! Sing with ambition.
Walking out of Xiamen to see the sea is selected from Yuefu Poetry Collection and added by later generations. The original text is the first chapter of "Walking Out of Xiamen". This poem was written on a whim when Cao Cao marched to the seaside in the 12th year of Jian 'an (AD 207), passing through Jieshi Mountain, and climbed the mountain to watch the sea on his way back to the division.
This ancient poem is a magnificent seascape outlined by the poet Cao Cao when he climbed Jieshi Mountain and looked at the sea with romantic passion. It depicts the magnificence of the motherland's rivers and mountains, not only the magnificence of mountains and seas, but also the enterprising spirit of the poet who lives by heaven and cares about the world. 6. "Two Poems of Liangzhou" Tang Dynasty: William Wang luminous glass wine, if you want to drink pipa, you should urge it immediately.
Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times? Grapes and wine are poured directly into the luminous jade cup, and pipa music helps us to enjoy drinking. Suddenly, the sound of music was already very high, and the soldiers were in no hurry to drink.
6. What are some martial arts poems? Ten steps to kill one person, leave a thousand miles.
Li Bai's "Chivalry" is a young chivalry, five chivalrous men. Hepatobiliary cavity, hair shrinkage.
Zhu He's Song of Six Kingdoms is not in the palm of his hand, so how can he make friends? "Noda Huangquexing" Cao Zhi iron horse shines on mountains and rivers, cold clothes accompany Chu songs. "The Scholar" casts a sword like a sword, and the protagonist is you and me.
"Jing Ke" leans on the drunken road and lies in the imperial city with books. "Chivalry" is full of flowers, and all chivalrous feelings are romantic and romantic. "Hao Xia Drunk" is lonely, thinking about the sky, broken dreams, and the hero cries.
There are not many chivalrous men in the Jianghu. Fighting swords and wandering the rivers and lakes has made him famous several times.
Huashan smoke waves chase flying clouds, people laugh together and spend their lives in wine. Chivalrous Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Bai,,, Shuang.
The silver saddle and the white horse set each other off and galloped. Within ten steps, kill one person, cross a thousand miles, leave no one behind.
After you finish, brush off your clothes, don't show any sound, and hide in the depths. Sometimes when I'm free, I walk through the county town, have a drink, and cross my sword over my knees.
Eat meat with the sea and drink with Hou Ying in a big bowl. Three cups of spit, five mountains are light.
After drinking, my eyes were dizzy and energetic, and the rainbow was swallowed up by the air. When Zhao was captured, the soldiers and civilians in the city were frightened.
Hai and Hou Yingcai are real warriors of the second century, and they are famous in the whole city. As a knight, the death of chivalrous bone is also fragrant, and it is worthy of being a hero.
Who can learn Confucian scholars, stay in books all his life, have white hair, and still write the Xuanjing? . Li Bai (70 1 -762), whose real name is Taibai, also known as "purple laity" and "fallen fairy", was a great romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty, and was praised as "poetic fairy" by later generations, and was also called "Du Li" with Du Fu. In order to distinguish himself from two other poets, Li Shangyin and Du Mu, that is, "Little Du Li", Du Fu and Li Bai merged again.
He is cheerful and generous, loves to drink and write poems, and likes to make friends. Li Bai was deeply influenced by Huang Lao's idea of sorting out villages. Li Taibai's poems have been handed down from generation to generation, and most of his poems were written when he was drunk. His representative works include Looking at Lushan Waterfall, it is hard to go, Difficult Road to Shu, Entering Wine, Liang, First Sending Baidicheng, etc.
There are biographies of Li Bai's Ci and Fu in the Song Dynasty (such as Wen Ying's Xiang Ji). As far as its pioneering significance and artistic achievements are concerned, Li Bai's Ci Fu enjoys a high status. Liu Tou Young Xia is the work of He Zhu, a poet in the Song Dynasty.
This word begins with the memory of the author's charming life in Tokyo in 1967. The following words are always taken as "Xia" and "Xiong", followed by "Xia" and "Xiong", which are brave, just and generous, and then the specific pieces of "Xia" and "Xiong" are written. The last film is a bit dirty, showing the reader a vivid picture of alternating swords and shadows.
We firmly accept the word "happy in a hurry" and use the word "like the dream of yellow sorghum" to change the meaning and artistic conception, pointing directly at the feudal ruling class that buried and stifled talents. The next six sentences of "instigating" are the climax of the whole word, which write out the grief and indignation of serving the country and patriotism, which is extremely touching.
The last three sentences, turn intense into desolation, and write disillusioned sadness. The whole poem is desolate and tragic in style, full of emotion, and closely combined with narration, discussion and lyric, which expresses the author's feelings of helplessness in serving the country and worrying about the country and the people.
Noda oriole author: Cao Zhishu hates Thailand, the waves are monstrous. Although I don't have the sword and I don't have the help of making many friends, why? Didn't you see the poor oriole on the fence, running into the net to avoid the fierce harrier?
Zhang set a net, how happy he was to see the oriole, and how sorry he was to see the teenagers struggling in Eurasia. He drew his sword to block the net, and Siskin of Eurasia was able to fly away from the land of suffering.
Wings fly high into the sky, expressing gratitude to the rescued Eurasian Siskin. Cao Zhi (192-232 65438+ February 27th) was born in Qiao County (now Bozhou City, Anhui Province), in Dongwuyang (now Shenxian County, called Juancheng City), the third son of Cao Cao and Wu Xuanbian, who was Chen Wang before his death.
Cao Zhi was a famous writer in the Three Kingdoms period. As one of the representatives and epitomizers of Jian 'an literature, he was promoted to the position of a model article in the Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. His representative works include Luo Shen Fu, White Horse, Seven Wounded Poems, etc.
Because of his literary attainments, later generations are called "Three Caos" with Cao Cao and Cao Pi. His poems are good at vigorous brushwork and thrush, and have been lost in 30 volumes. Today, The Collection of Cao Zijian was compiled by Song people.
Cao Zhi's prose also has the characteristics of "appealing to both refined and popular tastes and elegant style", and its genre is rich and diverse, which makes him make outstanding achievements in this respect. Xie Lingyun, a writer in the Southern Song Dynasty, commented that "there is only one stone in the world, and Cao Zijian monopolizes eight fights".
Zhong Rong, a literary critic, also praised Cao Zhi for his "extraordinary personality, colorful words, elegant feelings, elegant posture and outstanding style of writing." He is listed as the poet with the highest quality of poetry.
Wang Shizhen evaluated the poets who have lived for two thousand years since the Han and Wei Dynasties as "immortals", including Cao Zhi, Li Bai and Su Shi.