Dream of Jiangnan
Huangfu Song in Tang Dynasty
Blue flowers fall, and the screen is dark with red bananas.
I dream of plum ripening in the south of the Yangtze River,
At night, the boat plays the flute and the rain is rustling.
Renyu Post Bridge.
spring thinking
Tang Li Bai
your grasses up north are as blue as jade, our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches. And at last you think of returning home,
now when my heart is almost broken. Breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, why part the silk curtains by my bed??
Acacia
Tang Wangwei
when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches.
take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love.
Yulouchun
Song Xin Qiji
Before the wind, I wanted to persuade Chunguang to live, and Chunguang was on Fangcao Road in the south of the city.
the flowers didn't drift along with the water, and they were flopped with mud.
the stars are mistaken in the mirror, and people are not conceited.
Dreaming of people is far away from many worries, only in the stormy place of pear blossoms.
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summer couplet
Author
Li Ang
Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer days.
(
Li Ang
)
The smell of incense comes from the south, and the temples and pavilions are slightly cool.
(
Liu Gongquan
)
Xiqing
Song and Fan Chengda
Plums ripen and fall off between windows
, and
bamboo shoots under the wall make a forest.
even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go
,
only when it is sunny will summer be deep.
The wind
Li Qiao
sheds three autumn leaves, and
can bloom in February.
when crossing the river, thousands of feet waves,
when entering the bamboo, the pole is inclined. 2. In ancient times, it was difficult to describe a military commander's battle on the battlefield. The poem written by a scholar will last forever is
Twenty-six years of Kaiyuan, and some guests returned from Zhang Gong, an ancient scholar, and wrote "Yan Ge Xing" to show their comfort and sense of defense, so what is the matter?
the northeastern border of China was dark with smoke and dust, to repel the savage invaders, our generals, leaving their families.
strode forth together, looking as heroes should look, and having received from the Emperor his most gracious favour.
they marched to the beat of gong and drum through the Elm Pass, they circled the Stone Tablet with a line of waving flags.
till their captains over the Sea of Sand were twanging feathered orders, the Tartar chieftain's hunting-fires glimmered along Wolf Mountain.
and heights and rivers were cold and bleak there at the outer border, but soon the barbarians' horses were plunging through wind and rain.
half of our men at the front were killed, but the other half are living, and still at the camp beautiful girls dance for them and sing!
The desert is full of grass in autumn, the few surviving watchers by the lonely wall at sunset.
You should always underestimate your enemy, and yet, for all that they have done, Elm Pass is still unsafe.
still at the front, iron armour is worn and battered thin, Yumi should say goodbye.
still in this southern city young wives' hearts are breaking, while soldiers at the northern border vainly look toward home.
the fury of the wind cuts our men's advance, in a place of death and blue void, with nothingness ahead!
three times a day a cloud of slaughter rises over the camp, and all night long the hour-drums shake their chilly booming.
until white swords can be seen again, spattered with red blood, when death becomes a duty, who stops to think of fame?
yet in speaking of the rigours of warfare on the desert, we name to this day Li, the great General, who lived long ago! 3. which of Li Bai's poems are long-lasting and profound, and will last forever
Li Bai (71 ~762) is too white, with the name of violet lay man and the name of "fallen immortal" (He Zhizhang commented on Li Bai, and Li Bai also boasted).
He is a great romantic poet after Qu Yuan. He is called "Poet Fairy" by later generations, and is also called "Li Du" with Du Fu. More than seven feet long (about 1.83 meters), Han nationality, was born in Suiyecheng, Duhufu, Anxi (said to be born in Qinglian Township, Jiangyou, Sichuan), and moved to Changlong County, Mianzhou, Sichuan at the age of four (now jiangyou city, Sichuan Province, represented by Guo Moruo).
a great romantic poet in the Tang dynasty. His poetic style is bold, elegant and free-spirited, with rich imagination, natural language flow and harmonious and changeable melody.
He is good at absorbing nutritional materials from folk songs and myths, which forms his unique magnificent and gorgeous colors, and is the new peak of active romantic poetry since Qu Yuan. Han Yuyun: "Li Du's article is in full swing."
(Zhang Ji Diao). Li Bai's poems and songs, Pei Min's sword dance and Zhang Xu's cursive script in the Tang Dynasty were named "Three Musts".
Li Bai's swordsmanship ranked second (below Pei Min) in the Tang Dynasty. However, if Li Bai abandoned literature and devoted himself to studying swordsmanship, I believe it would not be inferior to Pei Min. Together with Li Shangyin and Li He, they are also called "Three Li" in Tang Dynasty.
when Li Bai was young, he was a chivalrous man who saw rough roads and drew his sword to help him (this was related to chivalrous thought, one of his three major thoughts), and there were some records about this in unofficial history. Li Bai's ancestral home was in Chengji, Longxi (now Jingning County, Gansu Province). At the end of Sui Dynasty, Li Bai was born here because he moved to Broken Leaf City in Central Asia (now near tokmak, northern Kyrgyzstan) to avoid chaos.
He spent most of his life roaming. At the age of five, his family moved to Zhangming County, Mianzhou (now Jiangyou, Sichuan).
At the age of twenty, he left Sichuan alone and began to roam widely, reaching Xiangjiang River in Dongting in the south and Wu and Yue in the east, and living in (now Anlu City, Hubei Province). He traveled everywhere, hoping to make friends and pay homage to celebrities, so as to be introduced, ascend to a high position in one fell swoop, and realize his political ideals and ambitions.
however, after ten years of roaming, I have accomplished nothing. He continued to go north to Taiyuan and Chang 'an, east to Qi and Lu, and lived in Rencheng, Shandong (now Jining, Shandong).
At this time, he has made many celebrities and created a large number of excellent poems, which are famous all over the world. In the early years of Tianbao, recommended by Taoist Wu Yun, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty called him to Beijing and ordered him to worship the Hanlin.
Soon after, he was pushed out of Beijing in the third or fourth year of Tianbao (AD 744 or 745) because of the slanders of powerful people. Since then, he has been wandering around Jiang and Huai, and his thoughts are extremely boring.
Li Bai lived in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, and he had the progressive ideal of "helping the prosperous" and "settling down the Li Yuan", and he struggled to realize this ideal all his life. A large number of his poems not only reflect the prosperity of that era, but also expose and criticize the dissoluteness and corruption of the ruling group, showing the positive spirit of despising the powerful, resisting the traditional bondage and pursuing freedom and ideals.
artistically, his poems are novel in imagination, unique in conception, strong in emotion, magnificent in artistic conception, fresh and bright in language, magnificent in momentum and bold and chic in style, forming a bold and unrestrained artistic style, reaching the peak of positive romantic poetry art in ancient China. There are nearly a thousand poems, including Li Taibai, which is a representative figure of romantic poetry in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
a great genius who is a poet, a fairy, a donkey friend and a strategist. Folk legend has it that Gao Lishi took off his boots and Yang Guifei polished ink for him.
Du Fu praised, "When a pen falls, it scares the wind and rain, and poetry makes you cry.". 1. I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
it is hard to go 2, but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, and sorrows return, though we drown them with wine. "Uncle Yun of Xie Tiao Building, Xuanzhou" 3. Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off Xuanyuantai.
Popular in the North 4. since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed!, spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back!. "Going into the wine" 5, you don't see how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven, entering the ocean, never to return; Have you seen how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow?
going into wine 6. oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases, and never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon!. "Going into Wine" 7. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the lonely sails are coming.
Looking at Tianmen Mountain. 8. The lonely sail is far from the blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. "a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou of the Yellow Crane Tower" 9. It is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days.
"Looking at Lushan Waterfall" 1. Three mountains and a half fall outside the sky, and Bailuzhou is divided into one water. "on climbing in nanjing to the terrace of phoenixes" 11, laughing at the sky and going out, is our generation a Artemisia people?
Children from Nanling enter Beijing 12. with the highest crag barely a foot below heaven, dry pines hang, head down, from the face of the cliffs. Difficulties in Shu Dao 13, a cloud has arisen between the Light of Heaven and me, to hide his city from my melancholy heart.
on climbing in nanjing to the terrace of phoenixes 14, I shall think of you in a floating cloud, so in the sunset think of me. "Seeing Friends Off" 15, where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness.
"bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry" 16. The flat forest is vast with smoke, and the Hanshan area is sad. "Bodhisattva Man" 17. I am worried about the bright moon and follow you until Yelangxi.
"I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiaoyao on the left." 18. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, which is not as good as Wang Lun's. "To Wang Lun" 19. The white hair is 3, feet, and the fate is like a long one.
Song of Autumn Pu 2, oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, and my husband come back from the long campaign!. Midnight Wu Ge 21, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three.
"drinking Alone with the Moon" 22. The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man. "Early Baidu City" 23. The ladies-in-waiting are like the Man Chun Palace, but today there are only partridges flying.
"Visiting the Ancient Times in Vietnam" 24. Today, people don't see the ancient moon, but this month they used to take photos of the ancients. Asking for the moon with Wine 25, oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office, who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face.
tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream 26, so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. Silent Night Thinking 27, when you, my lover, on a bamboo horse, came trotting in circles and throwing green plums.
we lived near together on a lane in Ch'ang-kan, both of us young and happy-hearted. Long March 28, sunny ocean half-way, holy cock-crow in space.
"tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream" 29, birds fly high, lonely clouds go to leisure alone. "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain" 3. Those who abandon me can't stay yesterday, and those who mess with my heart are more worried today.
Shu Yun, Book of Xie Tiao Building, Xuanzhou, 31, the bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, and I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side. Uncle Yun, Book of Xie Tiao Building, Xuanzhou.