A song of a deposed prince
Along the wall of the capital, a bald crow flew to the gate that entered in autumn and screamed at night.
Then he turned around again and pecked at the roof of a building. The owner of this building, a powerful China man, had fled in front of the Tatars.
Now his golden whip is broken, his nine horses are dead, and the same flesh and blood are not allowed to drive together.
There is a rare green coral ring under the vest, which shows a prince crying on a street corner.
Whoever wants to give him a fake name, anyone asks him, just a poor guy, hoping to get a job.
Hiding in the grass and thorns for a hundred days, from head to toe are displayed on him.
However, since their first emperor, all the hooked noses, these dragons look different from ordinary people.
The wolf is in the palace now, and the dragon has disappeared in the desert. Prince, be very careful of your most sacred person! .
I dare not talk to you for a long time on the open road, nor dare I stand beside you for a while.
Last night, the spring breeze smelled of blood, and camels from the East were everywhere in the ancient capital.
Our soldiers in the north are healthy in body and hands. Oh, why are they so brave in the past and so cowardly now? .
Our emperor, we heard, has given his son the throne, and the leader of the southern border is loyal.
Huamen Tribe and Li Mian Tribe are gathering to avenge us, but be careful-let yourself hide the dagger well.
Unfortunate prince, I beg you, always be vigilant until the strength of the five imperial tombs comes to help you.
Is this song right? The following are Du Fu's seven-character poems. Find it yourself!
Shuchengxiang temple
Where is the temple of the famous prime minister? It is in a deep pine forest near the Silk City.
The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves.
The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.
Warmly welcome Vice Governor Cui.
The north and south of the thatched cottage are all springs, and the flock of gulls flew in.
The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today.
Too far away from the city, too far away from good food, too thin family background, only old wine.
If you are willing to invite the old man next door to drink with you, he will drink his cup through the fence!
General Cao painted a horse at the minister's house.
At the beginning of the country, I came to draw pommel horses, like a master-Ling, Prince Jiangdu.
Then the general sergeant turned the eyes of the world to compete for the royal horse through his 30-year fame.
He painted the luminous white horse of the late emperor, Ten Days Leifeilong Lake.
A pink agate plate was sent to the palace, which became the talk of ladies-in-waiting and a miracle in everyone's eyes.
The general bowed and danced, and accepted it in his distinguished home. After this rare gift, fine silk followed.
Many nobles demanded his art to add new luster to their screens.
First, the curly horse of Emperor Taizong, and then the lion zebra of Guo.
But now in this painting, I see two horses, which is a thought-provoking sight for anyone who knows them.
All this is to fight against an enemy, who let the white silk extend to the vast desert.
The other seven amusement facilities also have their own characteristics, as if they were cold, empty and snowy.
Horseshoe splits the snowdrift under the big tree. There are a group of officers here and a group of servants there.
Poor dragon and horse fight for the title of god, noble glance, deep and firm breath.
Who understands the difference? Who really cares about art? The post-Wei satirized the former Zhi Dun.
I remember when the late emperor went to his Summer Palace, Cui Hua blew into the eastern sky.
30,000 horses, prancing horse, Mercedes-Benz, fashionable, each like the horse in this painting.
But now the ghost of the emperor got the secret jade from the river god, because the emperor no longer hunted crocodiles by the river.
Have you ever seen the pine and cypress in front of the golden millet heap, a bird lamenting that the emperor's horse is gone in the wind?
Danqingyin
Jiang Caojun is a descendant of Cao Cao's descendants, but now he is reduced to a poor family.
The era of heroic separatism is gone forever, and Cao Jiawen's chapter is still in your hands.
In calligraphy, your first master, Mrs. Wei, just didn't surpass it.
Indulge in painting, you know that the age of youth is coming. In fact, wealth and status are like clouds floating away to me.
During the Kaiyuan period, you spent a lot of time with the emperor and often accompanied him to Nanfengyuan.
The portrait of the hero in Lingyan Pavilion has faded, and Jiang Caojun can't brush away the repainted noodles.
The head wears a Jinshi crown, and the warrior wears a big feather arrow on his waist.
You kept every hair of the founders of this dynasty alive, as if they had just returned from a fierce battle.
The first emperor had a horse named Yuhua, and artists imitated it in various postures.
On that day, the jade flower was taken into the temple, and the red rank was erected at the palace gate to increase its prestige.
Then, general, I ordered you to continue your work. You concentrated all your money on a piece of silk.
In a short time, a nine-fold dragon came out and exiled the mortal horse for ten thousand generations.
There is a jade flower standing on the altar and lying in front of the court.
The emperor smiled and urged the left and right to give you gold, and the servant and the groom were all stunned.
Han Gan, a student of the general, can draw a horse and has many good images.
Han Gan's painting shows no inner spirit, which often kills Liu Hua's horse of life.
You, beyond simple skills, used your art sacredly, showing not only the horse, but the life of a good man.
Now you are wandering in this war-torn society, and ordinary paintings are ordinary passers-by.
The poor are vulgar people, and there is no such thing as a sage.
From the earliest time, I have been reading records all day? ? Wrapped around him.
Imperial edict and Han notes
At present, I miss Yueyang in a bad mood, and my body wants to fly sick and make me bedridden.
After crossing the river, Koreans noticed how good his conduct was and often looked around in Dongting Lake.
Swan has soared away from the sun and the moon, maple leaves have turned red, and autumn has declined.
The wise disciples gathered to follow the Big Dipper, some riding Kirin and some riding Phoenix.
Hibiscus banners, misty, moving shadows shaking Xiaoxiang.
The star officer Wang was drunk and forgot the winged people on both sides of her! .
I heard that he seems to be a former red pine, and I'm afraid he is more like Sean in South Korea in the early Han Dynasty.
At that time, he was the capital of Liu Bang and Chang 'an, and his heart disease has not changed.
The success or failure of the national cause is to stand by and hate the rancid smell of maple.
Sima Qian of Thailand lamented since ancient times, wishing him to be like the old man in Changtai, Antarctica, Yongchang.
Why should a man of good character be separated from the rivers and lakes? How can he be placed in Weiyang Palace?
An old cypress song
Next to the Great Prime Minister's Temple, stands a Cooper with a green bronze trunk and a stone root.
It's raining with frost, and its cuiyu blue tip is two thousands of feet in the sky.
Clouds come from afar, from Wuya, and the snow peaks are reflected in the cold moon.
Since the era of a great ruler and great politician, their trees are now loved and respected by the people.
Yesterday I found in the east of Siting that ancient rulers and wise politicians were worshipping in a temple.
His trees and strange branches make the whole landscape old, although the colors of windows and doors are fresh.
The deep roots are so firmly rooted in the ground that its lonely branches can withstand the weight of the wind.
Its only protection of natural strength, integrity makes good luck.
When beams are needed to repair a big house, although cows shake their heads, they can't move a mountain.
Although a tree doesn't write a memorial, people understand that it can't be used unless they cut it down.
Its bitter heart may now be occupied by black ants and white ants, but its scented leaves used to be the nests of phoenixes and pheasants.
Let smart and hopeful people not complain. The bigger the wood, the harder it is to use.
A sobbing song by the river.
Shaoling night swallowed and began to cry. I quietly walked down the winding river like a shadow of spring.
There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? ?
I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors.
The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot.
The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold.
An archer, chest up, through the clouds, smiling.
Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go.
A clear wave flowed eastward, crossing the Diaolou Mountain Path, and there was no news.
People, be merciful, make a wish with tears, on the Cao Jiang is the ultimate.
Tatars on horseback, in the dim twilight, covered the town with dust. I fled to the south, but I was still staring at the throne in the north.
Song of chariots
Ma Xiaoxiao car support. Each of you has a bow and quiver on your belt.
My parents, my parents, my wife and children all ran to see them. When they marched, the dust covered the sky and they couldn't see xian yangqiao.
On the way, holding soldiers' clothes, eating and crying, the sky rushed into the sky.
Passers-by asked the soldiers how they got there, saying only that the roster was frequently recruited.
Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty.
Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border.
Countless border guards shed blood and sacrificed to form seawater, and the concept of border defense in Huang Wu has not stopped.
Do you know that in the mountainous areas of eastern China, in 200 areas and thousands of villages, nothing grows except weeds?
Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field.
Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight.
No matter what demands are made on them, do they dare to complain? .
For example, this winter, I took a break from Kansai.
Faced with tax challenges, how do they pay? .
If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl.
Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.
Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried.
The new ghost wails there, and the old one is loudest in the stormy dark sky.
Zhangshangshang road
On March 3rd, Spring Festival, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful people gathered in Qujiang, Chang 'an.
Bangqiang is comfortable and virtuous, with soft and delicate skin and well-proportioned bones.
Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring.
Jade flowers hanging from their temples hang on their temples.
The jewelry skirt behind them is safer.
Several of them are relatives of the imperial concubine and two wives of Guo and Qin.
The jade steamer is served with fragrant pots and purple humps, and the crystal plate is served with delicious white fish.
They held their horns and chopsticks for a long time, and the chef held a sharp knife.
The Yellow Gate flies without moving dust, constantly bringing precious dishes from the royal chef.
Xiao Guan mourned ghosts and gods, and guests and courtiers gathered, all of whom were officials.
How arrogant a horse owner is. He dismounted from the embroidered carpet and went into the tent.
Snow-like duckweed is easy to fall and cover, and bluebirds fly to the ground in red silk handkerchief.
But power can be as hot as a flame and burn people's fingers. Be alert to the Prime Minister and pay attention to his frown.
establishment and reign of a kingdom
Xishan is covered with snow all year round, and the three cities are heavily stationed; Nanjiao Bridge spans the majestic Jinjiang River.
After years of war in China, several brothers have been unable to hear from each other; It's a long way from each other, and I'm the only one, right?
Instead, they will hand over the bodies of Gemini in the light of late autumn; So far, not a drop of merit has repaid the wise Huang Sheng.
I travel by horse alone, and my horizons are often wide. The world economy is in recession, which is unimaginable.
Recover the north and south of the Yellow River
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
A song of a deposed prince
Along the wall of the capital, a bald crow flew to the gate that entered in autumn and screamed at night.
Then he turned around again and pecked at the roof of a building. The owner of this building, a powerful China man, had fled in front of the Tatars.
Now his golden whip is broken, his nine horses are dead, and the same flesh and blood are not allowed to drive together.
There is a rare green coral ring under the vest, which shows a prince crying on a street corner.
Whoever wants to give him a fake name, anyone asks him, just a poor guy, hoping to get a job.
Hiding in the grass and thorns for a hundred days, from head to toe are displayed on him.
However, since their first emperor, all the hooked noses, these dragons look different from ordinary people.
The wolf is in the palace now, and the dragon has disappeared in the desert. Prince, be very careful of your most sacred person! .
I dare not talk to you for a long time on the open road, nor dare I stand beside you for a while.
Last night, the spring breeze smelled of blood, and camels from the East were everywhere in the ancient capital.
Our soldiers in the north are healthy in body and hands. Oh, why are they so brave in the past and so cowardly now? .
Our emperor, we heard, has given his son the throne, and the leader of the southern border is loyal.
Huamen Tribe and Li Mian Tribe are gathering to avenge us, but be careful-let yourself hide the dagger well.
Unfortunate prince, I beg you, always be vigilant until the strength of the five imperial tombs comes to help you.
Climb the peak
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Denglou
Flowers are close to tall buildings and far away from my hometown. I am very sad. There are disasters everywhere in this country, so I climbed up to see them.
The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.
The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet.
However, in the twilight, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor. I sang the songs that his prime minister sang when he was not unfamiliar on the mountain.
Live in the general's headquarters
It's a cold autumn night, and I'm lying alone in the town by the river on the Laka tree in this courtyard. I looked at my extinguished candle.
I heard the lonely sound of the horn sounded in the dark, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me.
My emissary is scattered by the vortex of rain and sand, and it is difficult to go.
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight.
Night at the watchtower
Although the daylight in winter is shorter on the elemental scale, it is cold and snowy at the end of the world.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world. ..
Five poems about places of interest
In ...
Abandoned in the dust in the northeast, wandering between heaven and earth in the southwest.
Wandering in the towers and terraces of the Three Gorges, Wuxi Clothes Yunshan.
The barbarian who finally serves the ruler is unreliable, and the wandering poet laments that the times have no chance to come back.
Yu Xin's life is the most miserable, and his poems in his later years caused a sensation in the north and south of the country.
The second is.
Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.
Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.
His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? .
The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.
The third is.
Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up in Sri Lanka.
She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Back to the soul in the moonlight.
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.
Fourth.
The Lord of Shu looked at the State of Wu as far as the Three Gorges and died in Yong 'an Palace.
The blue-green flag on the empty mountain can be imagined, and the Jade Temple is a void in the empty temple.
On the pine trees in the ancient temple, water cranes nest. In summer and winter festivals, the people who come are the elders of the village.
Wuhou Temple is nearby, and the monarch and ministers share the sacrifices.
Fifth.
Zhuge Liang's name will remain in the world forever, and his portrait is lofty and respectable.
In order to plan the strategy of the world, generations seem to be Luan Feng's Luan Feng.
Yi Yin and Lv Shang are neck and neck, and their command of military operations is calm, which makes Xiao He Cao Can far behind.
The succession of the Han dynasty was due to luck. Although Zhuge Liang was difficult to revive, he was determined and devoted himself to the busy military.
Watch Gong Sundaniang's fencing in parallel.
On October 19, the second year of Dali, Kuizhou drove to Yuan's residence, and saw Twelve Niang's sword-dancing device, which made her have great magical powers. She asked her teacher. He said, "I am a believer in Gong Sundaniang." In the fifth year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded it when I was watching Gongsun Jianfa in Yancheng. I was frustrated and lonely. Gao Tou Yichun Liyuan Erjifang is a native, raised from outside, and Xiao is a dancer. At the beginning of the emperor, Sun was alone. The jade looks gorgeous, and I am bald. I am a disciple of this sect and a bandit. That is, identify its source, know the wave is no different, and generously caress things to discuss the sword. Zhang Xu, a former Wu native, is good at cursive script and calligraphy. He learned Gong Sundaniang's swordsmanship in Xihe, Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved and I am grateful, that is, Gongsun knows.
A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.
The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.
So, it's like shooting at nine days, and it's as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.
But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.
This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.
When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.
There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.
Fifty years later, with a flick of a finger, the dust has surprised the royal family.
The disciples in the pear garden scattered like smoke, and the rest of the women were happy to reflect the cold weather.
The south wood of the golden millet pile has been arched, and I seem to hear the hay rattling on the cliff of Qutang.
The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows.
And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.