1. Poems about the rise and fall of history
Poems about the rise and fall of history 1. Poems about history
Luoyang Ancient City
Poet : Cui Tu's Complete Tang Poetry Library—Volume 679
In the imperial capital of the 30th century, depression is the overlord's destiny. The walls are all broken, and the remains are gradually gone.
Wild paths lead to deserted gardens, and tall locust trees reflect distant thoroughfares. The person who sings alone does not ask, but he is silent and silent.
"Crossing the Ancient City of Luoyang" by Sima Guang, a historian of the Northern Song Dynasty
Sihe mountains are surrounded by green mountains, and the three rivers and rivers are bright.
The spring breeze does not recognize the ups and downs, and the color of grass fills the old city every year.
The smoke and rain are whistling, and the palace is full of hairpins and the old imperial city.
If you ask about the prosperity and failure of ancient and modern times, please just look at Luoyang City.
Sheep on the hillside·Tong cares about ancient times
The peaks and mountains are like gatherings, the waves are like angry waves, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road inside and outside. Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant and sad. Wherever the Qin and Han Dynasties passed, all the palaces and palaces were turned into dirt. When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer!
Under the clear river water of Yugu Terrace, many passersby shed tears in the middle.
Looking northwest to Chang'an, one can see countless mountains.
The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all.
Jiang Wan was worried about me, and I heard partridges deep in the mountains. ——Xin Qiji's "Bodhisattva Man·Book on the Ostomy Wall of Jiangxi"
"The Book of Songs·Wang Feng·Millet Lili" The Book of Songs
The millet Lili is the seedling of the millet. The pace is slow and timid, and the center is shaking.
Those who know me tell me that I am worried; those who don’t know me tell me what I want. Long sky, who is this?
The millet is separated, the ears of the grain are growing. Walking forward with great strides, the center is like intoxication.
Those who know me tell me that I am worried; those who don’t know me tell me what I want. Long sky, who is this?
The millet is separated from the ground, the reality of the grain. The walking is so slow and timid, the center is like choking.
Those who know me tell me that I am worried; those who don’t know me tell me what I want. Long sky, who is this?
"Wang Feng·Mu Li" This article is selected from "Wang Feng" in "The Book of Songs". "Wang" refers to the royal capital. After King Ping of Zhou moved the capital to Luoyi, the royal family declined, and the emperor's position was the same as that of other princes. The poetry produced in this place is called "Wang Feng". "Wang Feng" has many chaotic works, especially the poem "Millet", which has always been regarded as a representative work of mourning for the motherland. However, it is difficult to tell from the poem alone that it is a Zhou doctor who is sentimental about the fall of the Western Zhou Dynasty. Instead, we can see a wandering man. The image of the prodigal son and his angry cry due to his displacement are heard.
2. Poems lamenting the rise and fall
There are too many poems lamenting the rise and fall! The empresses of the Tang Dynasty were Li Yu, Li Qingzhao, Lu You, Wen Tianxiang, etc.
Below are just a few of Li Yu's poems (Li Yu is a puss in governing the country, but he is a first-class lyricist): Butterflies love flowers, walking leisurely in the night pavilion, the Qingming Festival has passed, and I gradually feel the sadness of the spring evening; count the points The sound of rain is lingering in the wind, and the hazy moon and clouds come and go. The peach and plum blossoms are in the darkness of spring, who is on the swing, whispering softly in the smile. There are thousands of emotions in the heart, and there is no place to arrange in the world. The rain is gurgling outside the sand curtain, and the meaning of spring is In the dim light, Luo Jian can't bear the cold at dawn. In his dream, he didn't realize that he was a guest. He was greedy for pleasure for a while. He couldn't stand alone! Infinite mountains and rivers, it’s easy to say goodbye but hard to see at the same time. When the water falls and the flowers fall, spring is gone. It’s a joy to meet in heaven and earth. The flowers in the forest have faded the spring reds. It’s too hurried, but the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears, staying drunk together, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water forever! Meeting happily, I went up to the west building alone without words, the moon is like a hook, the lonely phoenix tree, the deep courtyard is locked in the autumn. The cutting is continuous, the reasoning is still messy, it is the sorrow of separation, the feeling of separation is in my heart. Poppy, when will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? .The east wind blows again in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the beauty has changed. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. How can life be filled with sorrow and hatred when it is sung in the middle of the night? waived? There is no limit to my love for being alone in ecstasy! The dream of returning to the motherland makes me shed tears.
Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang. The past has become empty, still like a dream.
Sauvignon Blanc has one layer of mountains and two layers of mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, and the acacia leaves are red. The flowers are blooming, the flowers are withered, the wild geese are flying high, and the people have not returned them.
The crow of the night was windy and rainy last night, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds. Candles are leaking and broken, and I often lean on pillows.
Cannot stand upright. Things in the world go with the flow, only to have a dream come true.
The road to Zuixiang is safe and suitable for frequent visits, but it is not possible to travel otherwise. Over the past forty years, our country and our country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers.
The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower reach the sky, and the jade trees and their branches are used as tobacco. How many times have we known war?
Once you become a captive, you will sink your waist and wear your temples. On the most hasty day of farewell to the temple, farewell songs are still played in the church hall.
Weeping to Gong E. Lang Tao Sha. The past can only be sad, but it is difficult to look at the scenery.
Moss invades the steps in the courtyard in the autumn wind. As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long? The golden sword has been buried, and the strength has faded.
On a cool night, the moon shines brightly. Think of the shadow of Jade Tower and Yao Palace, shining in the sky over Qinhuai! Qingpingle Don't come in the middle of spring, it will touch your eyes and break your heart.
The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed. There is no evidence of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey.
Leaving hatred is just like spring grass, it can travel farther and still survive. Huanxi yarn turns the candle and flutters. I return home in a dream. I want to find the traces of the past, but I am disappointed. The wish of heaven is contrary to my body.
When the water on the moon pool is empty and the water is passing away, and the shady flower pavilion is dimly lit, I will not hesitate to put on more clothes when I climb up.
Xie Xin'en After the empty guests in the courtyard returned, the painting hall was half-covered with bead curtains. The forest wind was blowing and the night was boring.
The crescent moon of the small building looks back on its own slenderness. In the spring town, people are old and empty. How can we hate the new sorrows? Jin Chuang is still sleepy after being trapped.
The sound of the Qiang flute startled the drunken beauty. The twelfth brother of King Zheng. The east wind blows the water and the sun carries the mountains. When spring comes, it is long and leisurely.
The flowers are falling, the wine is fading, and the music is playing in a drunken dream. The sound of the clothes is quiet, and the makeup is ruined at night. Who can groom the green servant girl? I linger in the scenery to cherish the beauty, and lean against the lantern alone at dusk.
Poppy The wind returns to the small courtyard, turning green, and the willow eyes continue to spring. I was silent for half a day, but the sound of the bamboo and the crescent moon were still the same as before.
Before the music and songs have dispersed, Zun is still there, and the ice on the pond has just begun to melt. The candles are bright and fragrant, and the dark painting is deep in the building. The clear frost and residual snow on the temples are hard to bear.
Santai Ling: Stay awake and watch for a long time, put on your clothes and go out. The moon is cold, the autumn bamboos are cold, and the wind cuts through the windows at night.
Huanxi Sand The red sun is already three feet high, the golden furnace adds fragrant beasts one after another, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step. A beautiful woman dances with gold hairpins, sniffs the flower stamens when she is drunk, and hears the flute and drum playing in the distance from the other hall.
Spring in the Jade House The evening makeup has just begun to shine, and the snow is shining on the skin, and the concubines and fish are lined up in the Spring Palace. The phoenix flute blows through the water and the clouds are idle, and the colorful clothes are played again and the song is heard.
Who is more fragrant in the wind? Drunk and charming. When I return home, I will put off the red candles and wait for the horse's hooves to clear the night moon.
Gengluzi Jinquechai, pink noodles, temporarily meet in the flower. Knowing my intention and feeling your pity, I need to ask Heaven for this feeling.
The fragrance turns into ears, the wax turns into tears, and it still seems like the two people’s thoughts. The pillow is greasy, the brocade quilt is cold, and I feel more leaky and residual.
Bodhisattva Barbarian The bright moon and dimmed mist make the sky look so good to Langbian today! Wear shorts and stockings while walking up the fragrant steps, and carry gold-leafed shoes. Seeing you on the south bank of the painting hall, I always tremble when I lean against someone.
It is difficult for a slave to come out, so teach him to be merciful. Also, the women on the closed rooftop of Penglai courtyard were speechless while sleeping in the painting hall during the daytime.
Throw your pillow under the green cloud light, and smell the strange fragrance while embroidering your clothes. The bead lock moved latent, and I was shocked to see the dream on the silver screen.
The faces are full of smiles, and they look at each other with infinite affection. Also, the rhyme of copper springs is crisp and sonorous, and the sound of cold bamboo, the new sound is played slowly and moves with delicate jade.
The eyes are dark and the eyes are full of eyes. The rain clouds are deep in the embroidered house, and it is harmonious to come.
The banquet is over and it is empty again. My soul is lost in a spring dream. Dreaming back to the fragrant grass, the sound of wild geese is rare in the distance.
The singing orioles are scattered, the remaining flowers are scattered, and the lonely painting hall is deep in the courtyard. Pian Hongxiu swept away Cong Yi, leaving the dancers to return.
Sauvignon Blanc has a cloud, a jade shuttle, a thin shirt, and a pair of snails. The autumn winds are strong, the rain is gentle, there are three or two banana trees outside the curtain, and the night is long, what can I do! A handful of dendrobium beads. After putting on her evening makeup, Shen Tan lightly poured some on it.
Showing the cloves to others, singing a clear song, temporarily causing the cherries to burst. The sleeves of the sleeves are remnant and the color is beautiful, and the cup is soaked with fragrant mash and worms.
She leans against the embroidered bed, chewing red velvet, laughing and spitting at Tanlang. Midnight Song To find spring, you must first spring early, and don’t wait until the branches are old to see the flowers.
The ethereal jade is soft, the fermented grains are floating on the cup, and the surface is clear. Why don't you smile frequently and return home late in spring in the forbidden garden?
When drunk and idle together, the poems are completed with Jiegu. Hua Pozi in the Back Courtyard, Yushu in front of the back court, and Yao Cao in front of the makeup mirror.
Last year the flowers did not grow old, but this year the moon is full again. Don't teach biasedly, be with the moon and flowers, God will teach you how to grow young.
(Perhaps written by Feng Yansi) The Fisherman The waves are full of snow, and the peach and plum trees are silent in spring. With a pot of wine and a pole of fiber, how many people are there like Nong in the world? Another spring breeze, a leaf boat, a cocoon thread and a light hook.
Flowers are all over the country, wine is all over the place, and freedom is found in the vast expanse of waves. Geng Lezi: The willow silk is long, the spring rain is thin, and the sound of leaking outside the flowers is delivered far away.
The wild geese are frightened, the crows rise in the city, and the golden partridges are painted on the screen. The fragrant mist is thin and penetrates the heavy curtain, melancholy Xiejiachi Pavilion.
The red candle is on the back, the embroidered drapery is hanging down, Meng Changjun doesn’t know. The willow branches are getting old and shy in spring, and the fragrance of the willow branches everywhere feels like they have traveled a long time ago; the long branches of thanksgiving seem familiar, and the strong hanging tobacco spikes are brushing people's heads.
Ruan Lang returned to pick mulberry seeds. In front of the pavilion, all the red maidens were chasing each other in spring, and their dance was lingering. The drizzle falls slightly, and the eyebrows are temporarily opened.
The calm and fragrant sound of the green window is broken, and the fragrant seal turns to ashes. I can't help but feel like I'm about to fall asleep and fall into a dream.
The deep courtyard is quiet, the small court is empty, and the intermittent cold wind blows. Helpless, the night is long and I can't sleep. Several sounds and the moon come to the curtains.
The fragrant cheeks and tender spring bamboo shoots are held obliquely, for whom are they leaning against the railing with tears? Picking mulberry seeds, winding the Jinjing sycamore at night, a few trees are startling autumn.
Day rain brings new sorrow. The centipede shrimp whiskers are on the jade hook.
The Qiong window is broken by two moths in spring. Looking back, I want to send my scales to swim, but the nine winding cold waves do not follow the current. Sauvignon Blanc has one layer of mountains and two layers of mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold. I miss the red maple leaves of Acacia.
The flowers are blooming, the flowers are blooming.