Year: Tang author:
Among the chaotic peaks, one peak dominates the sky. Looking down, it looks like a sharp height with ten miles of springs on it.
People with lofty ideals love each other deeply and live for fifty years at a time. Hanging on it, take Niu Geng medicine field.
Insufficient food and clothing, but a fairy in the clouds. Only a monk knows the place, attracting smoke.
The cliff is dark by day, and the rafters are only horizontal. Climb the stone edge on the side wall before you dare to move forward.
The rest day is over, starting from Maotang. When you meet a guest, you don't ask anyone, and you can't handle it.
Drunk lying on the pillow, cold sitting on the green carpet. Sweep quinoa in bed, and the autumn fruit is bright.
Refining honey knocks on the Carboniferous period, taking a bath and shooting waterfalls and springs. The white dog licked the guest's clothes and was startled by the smell of fish.
It is better to know the mysterious crown than to sleep in the clouds.
Step 2 "take a bath"
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
After years of not taking a bath, my skin is covered with dirt.
If you take a bath today, you will lose weight.
Old color, white head and temples, weak form.
There is a leftover band in the width of the dress, so it is difficult to comb the hair.
Ask yourself what year this year is, the beginning of spring and autumn.
Forty has been like this, and seventy knows nothing.
3. "Bathe in Sanzang House and Meet Zhao"
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
Nanshan North Que is not true, Dongying West Lake is old.
At the beginning of the season, it is gratifying to go home, but the new life in Lao Dan is inhuman.
If you are not drunk, rest warm and sleep like a Zen.
Laugh at yourself and think about it. Next year, we will spend the Spring Festival with Pan Yue Xi.
4. Bath Son
Year: Song Author: Cao Xun
New bath is new bath, new bath is new bath.
Sages are more expensive than dust, and sages ooze mud.
Qiyi Lijun Art Festival, thanks to Ge Caiwei.
My son is really an old taniguchi, and he is not bitter or hungry at the age of 20.
Qu Yuan wakes up alone, who is sad when he is in Hunan?
Fishermen are very comfortable with their waves.
You look at the waiting guests and are hungry for children.
5. Basson
Year: Song Author: Zhou has no place to live.
There is no other way to take a bath, so don't look for it.
I am sleepy and hungry every day, and there is no spring breeze.
2. Tang-Bai Juyi, an ancient poem focusing on bathing.
bathtub
After years of not taking a bath, my skin is covered with dirt.
If you take a bath today, you will lose weight.
Old color, white hair, weak branches.
There is a leftover band in the width of the dress, so it is difficult to comb the hair.
Ask yourself what year this year is, the beginning of spring and autumn.
Forty is already like this. What about seventy?
Song-Su Shi
Two poems "Like a Dream"
First of all:
Did Libra ever love each other? Look at both carefully. Send messages to people to wipe their backs and bend their elbows every day. Handle with care, handle with care, the layman is spotless.
Second:
Only by self-purification can we purify ourselves. I am sweating and breathing. Send messages to people to take a bath and play physical games. But washing, but washing, is everything in the world.
3. Poems describing bathing: the imperial concubine bathes in a hazy shadow, and Luoqiu tulle is half covered with water to give hibiscus, which is naturally carved.
Fisherman Li Ao Qingzhao
In the snow, I know that spring is coming, and the cold plum is dotted with Qiongzhi, and the fragrant face is half-opened, which is charming and moving. During the court session, the Jade Man bathed in new makeup, which may naturally be intentional. Therefore, the moon teaches leisurely, and * * * rewards the green ants. Don't get drunk, this flower can't compare with those flowers.
Qu Yuan, the King of Nine Songs in the Cloud
Bathing orchid soup is fragrant, and Hanfu is beautiful; Linglian curled up and stayed, rotten and bright; I want to pay tribute to Shougong, and I want to be with Guang Qi. Dragon driving, imperial clothing, chatting, swimming, Zhang Zhou; The spirit emperor Xi has fallen, and he is far away from the clouds; There are many people in Jizhou, and the four seas are poor; Husband is too relieved, he is very worried;
Song of everlasting regret (excerpt) Bai Juyi
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace. It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride. On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.
Huanxisha land tour
Bathing Huaqing second soup. Red cotton powder and jade muscle are cool. Have a graceful demeanour tried lotus root silk skirt for the first time. The chicken feet are cut into scarlet, and the musk deer navel is fragrant. In the secluded place of Shuige, there are clouds. Mai Xiu's dichotomy and Liang Ning's bamboo floor, their honeymoon and pillows are combined with rubies. Face lotus red, eyebrows willow green, chest snow should be a new bath. Light yellow shirt cut spring □, fragrant. Shame on the Tao, return to the candle, not used to staying together. Trees are connected with branches, and fish are in sight, like a bundle of hands.
4. What poems describe "bathing"? 1. Wei and Jin Dynasties in Chen Qingbiao: Western Jin Dynasty. Li whispered to him, I was troubled by danger, but I was killed anyway.
Give birth in June, and a loving father will come back to see you; When I was four years old, my uncle took away my mother's ambition. Grandma Liu was lonely and sickly, and she was raised by herself.
I was sick and lonely at the age of nine. As for the establishment. There is neither an uncle nor a fresh brother, and the family is weak and thin, and there is a son at night.
A close relative who has never succeeded outside, has no answer in his heart, stands alone and hangs together like a shadow. Moreover, Liu Suying's illness often happens in the bed cup. I served soup and medicine and never gave up.
(1: I am independent: I am independent) Catch the sacred dynasty and bathe in the clear spring. Former satrap Wei Xiao Chen Xiaolian; After the assassination, I was honored as a scholar.
I have no master to support, and I would rather die. Under the imperial edict, worship the minister, seek national favor, and wash the horse.
The accusation is humble. I serve the East Palace and can't report to you. I am a minister, but I don't take office.
The imperial edict is steep and the minister is slow; County persecution, urging ministers to go on the road; The State Council was anxious to light the spark. If I want to send a letter to Mercedes-Benz, Liu will get sick every day. If I want to be ambiguous, I will tell him not to.
I'm in a dilemma. It's a mess. Fu Wei was born to rule the world with filial piety, especially when he is old, still educated and lonely.
Besides, I'm a junior official and a puppet, and I've been a minister for a long time. This plan is official. I don't care about honor. Today, I am a humble prisoner. From humble to humble, I have been promoted and spoiled. How dare I wander and hope! However, Liu is dying and his life is dying.
I have no grandmother, and today my grandmother has no minister, and the rest of my life is endless. Mother and grandson are more interdependent, so it is too small to waste.
I am 40-40 this year, and my grandmother is 90-60 this year. I have devoted my life to your majesty, raising Liu Ri. I am willing to beg for it.
I have tried, and the people who are not alone in Shu and the herdsmen in Erzhou are well aware of it, which is a real lesson for me. May your majesty pity your ignorance and sincerity, listen to my wishes, and save Liu for more than a year.
I was born a meteorite and died a grass. I'm at a loss for my fear of dogs and horses, and I want to pay tribute to it.
2. Wang Yue's three Tang Poems: Du Fu's Nanyue is accompanied by Zhu Bird, and the rank ceremony is from the hundred kings. Absorb the spiritual realm, hongdong semi-inflammatory prescription.
Sacrificial ceremonies in national houses are not fragrant in Germany. Loneliness leads to death, and danger leads to death today.
I love the World Wide Web, and I walk more and more in Xiaoxiang. Thirsty sunrise cliff, clear boat.
There are five peaks in Zhu Rong, and the peak is low. Purple cover is not facing alone, seeking a long face.
Hearing Mrs. Wei, the fairy spirit soared. Sometimes the five peaks are angry and the wind is like flying frost.
Forced to repair roads, no time to worship posts. Return to the car and bathe in Yutang.
Three sighs, please praise my emperor. Sacrifices are resistant to corruption, and God thinks so.
3, Shigu Song Tang Dynasty: Han Yuchang handed me this tracing, from Shigu, and advised me to try Shigu Song. Du Fu is gone. Li Bai is dead. What can my poor talent do for Shigu? .
When the power of the Zhou Dynasty was weak and people's grievances in China were boiling, Emperor Xuandi was furious and waved his sacred spear. And open his big audience, accept all the tributes, and kings and lords come before him with sonorous weapons.
Yu Qi Yang Cheng Xiong Jun, birds and animals fall three thousand li. This discovery was recorded and told the new generation that these drums were cut from protruding cliffs and made of stone.
Poets and craftsmen, all the first steps, creation and chisel-set in the mountains. It's raining, moxibustion, wildfire burning, ghosts guarding you. oh
Where will he find the trace on this paper? Loyal to the original, without changing a hair. The meaning is deep, the phrase is obscure and difficult to read, and the style of the characters is neither square nor tadpole-shaped.
Time has not conquered the beauty of these letters, and the sword is sharp. Like a phoenix dance, like an angel hovering down, like a jade coral tree with staggered branches.
Such as a golden chain of iron, tied tightly, such as a fragrant tripod thrown into the sea, such as a dragon ascending to heaven. Historians forgot to collect these ancient poems in order to make the music songs of the two books more colorful and compelling.
Confucius traveled in the west, but not to Qin. He chose our planet and stars, but missed the sun and the moon. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I can't help crying when I think of these beautiful things.
I remember that when I was awarded the highest degree, it was the first year of Yuanhe. A friend of mine, who was in the western camp at that time, offered to help me remove these ancient relics.
I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then made a request to the headmaster, stressing to him the rarity of these most precious things. They can be wrapped in blankets and packed in boxes. Ten barrels can only hold a few camels.
Like a high incense burner, add luster to the palace, otherwise their brilliance and value will increase by a hundredfold. If the monarch shows them to universities, students can study them and decipher them without doubt.
Many people, attracted to the cultural capital, will soon gather from all corners of the empire. We can wash the moss, pick out the dirt, restore the original surface and put them in a suitable and safe place forever.
Covered by a huge building with a wide eaves, where they won't suffer as before. But government officials are used to their ways and will never go beyond the old precedent.
So the shepherd boy beat the drums to make a fire, and the cows polished their horns on it, and no one dealt with them devoutly. Still aging and rotting, they may be erased soon. For six years, I have been sighing for them and singing to the west.
The familiar handwriting of Wang Xizhi, although beautiful, can have several pages, only for a few white geese. But now, eight generations after the week, all the wars are over, why doesn't anyone care about these drums?
The empire is peaceful, the government is free, poets are respected again, Confucianism and men. Anneng is still on the list, and it really needs an eloquent flow, just like a cataract.
But, alas, my voice, in my song of stone drums, turned into a pleading voice choked by my own tears. Reference Ancient Poetry Network: http://so.gushiwen.org/search.aspx? Value =%E6%B2%90%E6%B5%B4.
5. The poem "Bath" requires a bath.
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
After years of not taking a bath, my skin is covered with dirt.
If you take a bath today, you will lose weight.
Old color, white head and temples, weak form.
There is a leftover band in the width of the dress, so it is difficult to comb the hair.
Ask yourself what year this year is, the beginning of spring and autumn.
Forty has been like this, and seventy knows nothing.
Song of entering Korea (a song advocating entering Korea).
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
Jinling controlled Haipu, and Lvshui River occupied Jason Wu. The cymbals ride and blow, and the cymbals lead ministers.
The hammer clock is fast and strict, and the drums are used to open the city. The son of heaven leans on jade, and his sword is like a cloud.
All the families in Xiuzhao are rotten stars. Take a bath in the morning and swim in the wind pavilion.
It's my pleasure to entertain you when you are short of money.
Wang Yue
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
Nanyue is matched with Zhu bird, and the rank ceremony is subordinate to the hundred kings. Absorb the spiritual realm, hongdong semi-inflammatory prescription.
Sacrificial ceremonies in national houses are not fragrant in Germany. Loneliness leads to death, and danger leads to death today.
I love the World Wide Web, and I walk more and more in Xiaoxiang. Thirsty sunrise cliff, clear boat.
There are five peaks in Zhu Rong, and the peak is low. Purple cover is not facing alone, seeking a long face.
Hearing Mrs. Wei, the fairy spirit soared. Sometimes the five peaks are angry and the wind is like flying frost.
Forced to repair roads, no time to worship posts. Return to the car and bathe in Yutang.
Three sighs, please praise my emperor. Sacrifices are resistant to corruption, and God thinks so.