Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
My baby is arrow. Arrow is only seven years old.
I am not a gifted scholar, but I pity you for not having a brother.
Although the upbringing is arrogant, the sexual knowledge is quite smart.
Do your mother's thrush and let me recite poems.
My tooth will fall out today. Your tooth was born yesterday.
My hair is falling out, and your bun is just beginning to take shape.
Young and old don't treat each other, and your father failed your children and babies.
I miss the hearts of the ancients.
Cai Yong read Moon Hee, and Yu Gong sighed Ti Ying.
Dare I ask what your strength is? But I haven't forgotten my father's feelings.
Two songs for piano prostitutes
Year: Song Author: Chen Zao
I once called Cai Wenji in my dream, and Jiao Wei gave me the midnight clothes.
Don't play Farewell to the Poet, lest you be disturbed by tears.
2. Describe Cai Wenji's poem "Eight Poems about Cai Wenji".
Year: Song Author: Pu Shouyi
I played the piano for eighteen beats. Listen to these tears.
It's hard to die, but it's hard to say.
Jiuyuan saw Wei Zi, and he had nothing to say.
Dong Si's wife Chae Yeon.
Year: Song Author: Xu Jun
This life has been divided into old dust, who can ransom?
Don't be angry, you know that misfortune is a kind of beauty.
Cai Zigui's Chinese Map
Year: Song Author: Lin Jingxi
Wenxi, unlike Alakazam, rode south.
Hurt Beihao Wang, and one ride carries two sons.
The second son cried with his father in his arms and asked his mother what she did.
Look back at the whip again and again, you never know the future.
Heaven has its own will.
Everything looks like a couple, and it's still wet.
The vault is in Wan Li, and the sand blows at dusk.
Cherish the wisdom of Qin, not China and foreigners.
When the situation in neighboring countries is urgent, it is difficult to hide the loss of justice.
The unique yearning for Korea's heart is written as a string of sorrows.
Once the angel comes, a thousand dollars will redeem the moth's eyebrows.
Rain and dew washed away the fishy mark, and Yang became sad again.
Go through customs and worship the moon, according to my heart.
If my heart is not white, why should I be jealous?
The fox died on the first mountain, which is the southern branch of Viburnaceae.
How about Li? Toothless.
3. Cai Wenji's most famous poem "Sorrow and indignation" (1) The Han Dynasty lost power and influence, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos.
If you want to usurp the throne, you must first harm the virtuous. Forced to move to the old state to help the Lord strengthen himself.
Xingyi division wants to * * for bad luck at home. Excellent people come from the east and shine in the sun.
The local people are very fragile, and all the soldiers are Hu Qiangren. Hunting wild cities and besieging cities, I know what I want to break.
There is nothing left, and the remains support each other. A horse hangs a man's head, and a horse carries a woman behind it.
Driving west to enter the customs, the road is dangerous and blocked. I still care. My liver and spleen are rotten.
There are several tens of thousands, and gathering is not allowed. Still flesh and blood, afraid to speak.
When you are depressed for a few minutes, you need to talk about your shortcomings. If you want to be a pavilion blade, I can't live with you.
How dare you spare your life? You can't stand being scolded. Or add pestle, poison and pain are combined into one.
The study is sad and the night is sad. You can't have it if you want to die, and you can't have it if you want to live.
It is a misfortune for people with pale faces. Bianhuang is different from China, who is vulgar and unreasonable.
There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and Hu Feng starts in spring and summer. Blow my clothes gently and let them sink into my ears.
I miss my parents when I feel it, and lament the infinite. It's always nice to hear that there are guests from outside.
Welcome to ask about him. You need to reply to the village. I hope that when I meet you, my flesh and blood will meet me.
If you have to forgive yourself, you should abandon your son. Heaven binds people's hearts, and it is too late to say goodbye.
Life and death are always good, and we can't bear to say goodbye to them. Hold my neck in front of my son and ask my mother what she wants.
When people say that their mother should go, there is no time to return. My mother has always been kind, so today is even more unkind.
I am not an adult, so I don't care. Seeing this collapse in five days, I was in a trance and crazy.
Crying and touching, when you reply to doubts. At the same time, they bid farewell to each other.
I long for my return, and sad tears have destroyed the cracks. A horse hesitated, but a car refused to turn.
The audience was booed and sobbed as they walked. To break the relationship and sign for the future.
This is 3,000 miles long. When shall we meet again? Read me out of my stomach and my heart will destroy me.
Not only for the family, but also for China and foreign countries. The city wall is a mountain forest, and the yard is full of Ai Jing.
If you don't know whose bone it is, don't cover it vertically and horizontally. When no one goes out, the jackal barks.
Embrace the lonely scene, and you will lose your liver and lungs. Looking at the distance, the soul suddenly flew.
After the election, others will be lenient. In order to recover, there is no need to say it.
Entrust your life to a new person and try your best to encourage yourself. Being stingy, I am often afraid of donating again.
The geometry of life, you worry all the year round. Sorrow and indignation poems (2) thin, bitter all over the world.
A list of clans. I entered Xiguan with a slight scratch.
This is a difficult journey. The valley is rugged and the road is long.
Look around as soon as possible and lament. I can't sleep well.
Hunger is food, but I can't eat it I often shed tears and quit.
Bo Zhijie missed his death. Although I am alive, I am invisible.
It's just that the other party is far from Yang's essence. Yin Qi freezing, snowfall, zero in summer.
The desert is full of dust. With trees and grass, spring is not glorious.
People are like animals. They eat smelly food. I'm not talking.
When I get old, I'll take a brand. Nagato closes at night.
Get up if you can't sleep. Denghu store Xi Lin Guangting.
Clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, and the sun, the moon and the stars. The north wind is strong and cold.
A?vagho?a. Around Hu Jia, lonely geese return to Xi's voice.
Happy people play the piano and guzheng happily. The sound is harmonious, sad and clear.
My heart is full of thoughts and my chest is full of anger. Want to relax, be afraid, be surprised.
Sorrow in the throat, tears on the neck. Xi Danggui Ning Welcome home.
I was born with a way to donate. The child cried and cried, and lost his voice.
I can't bear to listen. It's no use chasing me.
It would be awkward to get up again. It is cruel to care about it.
My heart was broken, and I rose from the dead. I didn't do anything at the beginning of my life. After I was born, the Han Dynasty declined.
Heaven is ruthless and chaotic, and the earth is ruthless, which makes me meet this time. The road is dangerous and the people are in exile.
Smoke and dust cover the wild, land rover prospers, and ambition is good and righteousness is lacking. I'm vulgar and inappropriate. I'm insulted. Who should I sue?
After a while, I played the piano and my heart collapsed. No one knew. In the second scene, Rong Jie forced me to get married and moved me to the ends of the earth.
Yunshan is heavy, and the wind blows thousands of miles, raising dust and sand. Many people are violent and fierce, such as insects and snakes, and they are arrogant and extravagant.
Zhang Xuanxian's heart was broken and his ambition was shattered. In the third beat, the more the Han State entered Hu Cheng, the more she lost her virginity.
Felt hair is shocking and flesh and blood, and what goes around comes around is boring to curb my feelings. Drums and drums have been ringing since the night, and the wind is vast and dark.
Hurt the present, feel the past, feel the past, feel the sadness, feel the pain, feel the pain, feel the pain! The fourth beat, I miss my hometown day and night, which is the most bitter. Natural disasters make the country chaotic and the people have no owners. I am the only one who has no luck.
The vulgarity of the mind is different from the difficulties of the body, and so is the desire. Who can talk to? Thinking about how difficult it is to get into the calendar, four beats are good and sad.
In the fifth beat, Nanyan wants to send her heart, and Beiyan returns to the West to get a Chinese sound. Wild geese fly high and hard to find, sad and homesick.
The folding of the eyebrows caressed Ya Qin to the moon, and the five strokes were profound. First frost is cold and hungry, so you can't eat meat and cheese.
At night, I heard the long water sobbing. I saw the Great Wall and the road was full. Looking back, it is difficult to pack your bags, and six beats of sadness come and go.
On the seventh beat, the wind is sad and there is no sound. I don't know who I am talking to. Vilen is depressed and prosperous in Wan Li, and the vulgar, the old, the weak and the young are beautiful.
There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather everywhere like bees and ants. When the grass is exhausted, the sheep and horses are moved, and the seven beats are hateful.
The eighth beat is why the sky has eyes, why can't you see me wandering alone, and why is God spiritual? I don't live up to heaven and earth, nor do I live up to the gods.
I took eight beats to relieve my worries, but I didn't know how to turn joy into sorrow. The sky is boundless and the heart is sad.
Life is fleeting, but I can't be happy in my prime. I want to ask the truth, but the sky is gray and I have no chance.
Looking up at the clouds in the sky, nine slaps. In the tenth beat, when will the battlefield stop when the beacon fire in Chengtou has not been extinguished?
The murderous look rushed to the door, and Hu Feng blew the moonlight. The hometown is silent with the sound of dust.
A lifetime of hard work and parting, ten times of sadness and tears into blood. I am not greedy for life and hate death, so I can't donate my body and have a heart.
I still want to return to mulberry, and I have been dead for a long time. Sun, Moon and Sun are in Rongji, and the Hu people spoil me and have two sons.
There is no shame in bow education, and the growth of the soul is contemptible. There is a beat in ten, which is also because of this, sad.
In the twelfth beat, the east wind responded to the law, with a lot of heating, and the Han family was the son of heaven. Hu Qiang sang and danced, and the two countries made love and went to war.
Suddenly, every Chinese ambassador called Jin and sent his daughter to redeem me. I am so happy to be alive, and I am so happy to meet the holy king, so I say goodbye to my second son for no reason.
Nine times out of ten, two beats are both sad and happy. Who is living in two emotions? The thirteenth beat doesn't mean that you can't survive, but you must go back and caress Hu and cry.
Ambassador China greeted me. I don't know. Life and death with me at this time, I am very worried.
4. Find the range of several Cai Wenji's poems with artistic conception. Shoot 18 Hu Jia at will. At the beginning of life, I did nothing, and after birth, the Han Dynasty declined.
Heaven is ruthless and chaotic, and the earth is ruthless, which makes me meet this time. The road is dangerous and the people are in exile.
Smoke and dust cover the wild, land rover prospers, and ambition is good and righteousness is lacking. Who should I sue for rude insults? After a while, I took a beat on the piano, and I was forced to become a family and moved to the end of the world.
Yunshan Wan Li is a long way, and the wind is thousands of miles away, raising dust and sand. Many people are violent and fierce. Like snakes, they are arrogant when they control the string armor.
Two beats in a string, my heart aches, I am sad, I am sad. It is better to have no life than to go to the country of the Han Dynasty and enter the Hu domain.
Felt hair is shocking and flesh and blood, and what goes around comes around is boring to curb my feelings. Drums are ringing from the night, and Hu Feng is dark.
Hurt the present, feel the past, feel the past, feel sadness and hatred, when can we be even? I miss my hometown day and night, and I feel the most bitter when my life is full. Natural disasters make the country chaotic, the people have no owners, and I have a poor life and no Land Rover.
Different customs, different physical difficulties and different appetites, who can talk to? It's sad to think about how hard it is to remember clearly. Yannan wants to express his heart, and Yanbei wants to get Chinese sounds. Wild geese fly high and hard to find, and they are heartbroken.
The folding of the eyebrows caressed Ya Qin to the moon, and the five strokes were profound. First frost is cold and hungry, so you can't eat meat and cheese.
At night, I heard the long water sobbing. I saw the Great Wall and the road was full. Looking back, the luggage is difficult, and the six beats are sad and want to stop playing.
As the sun sets, the wind wails. I don't know who I am talking to. Vilen is depressed, guarding Wan Li, vulgar, old, weak and young. There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather in the wild like bees and ants.
The grass is weak, the sheep and horses are moved, and the seven beats are hateful. Why don't you see me wandering alone? For God, there is a spiritual destiny. Where am I? I live up to God. What makes me different? I failed my God. Why should I go to the desert state? The system of eight beats is intended to eliminate worries, but it is difficult to turn it into a heart.
The sky is boundless and my heart is sad. Life is fleeting, but I can't be happy in my prime.
I want to ask the truth, but the sky is gray and I have no chance. Looking up at the clouds and smoke, nine beats are nostalgic. Who is it? The beacon fire in Chengtou has not been extinguished. When will the battlefield stop? The murderous look rushed to the door, and Hu Feng blew the moonlight.
The hometown is silent with the sound of dust. A lifetime of hard work and parting, ten times of sadness and tears into blood.
I am not greedy for life and hate death, so I can't dedicate my body and my heart. I still want to return to mulberry, and I have been dead for a long time.
Sun, Moon and Sun are in Rongji, and the Hu people spoil me and have two sons. The teaching of living is shameless, and the thinking of compassion is shameless.
There is a beat in ten miles, and because of this, sorrow and joy are lingering. Dongfeng responds to the law and has a lot of heating, so we know that the Han family is the son of heaven and the cloth and clothes are harmonious.
The Qiang people danced wildly and sang praises, and the two countries went to war with each other. Suddenly, I met an emissary of the Han Dynasty. Xi said that he was close to the imperial edict and sent a daughter to redeem my concubine.
I'm glad I'm still alive, and I'm glad I met a sage, so I won't say goodbye to my children for no reason. Nine times out of ten, the two beats hit it off, and the two feelings are inseparable.
This doesn't mean I can't live, but I must go back and caress Hu and cry. Ambassador China greeted me and I shouted out. Who knows? At this time, share my life and death with me, worrying about losing my glory as a child. How can I have wings to repay you? Step by step, it is difficult to move, and the soul disappears.
There are three beats in ten, and the strings are anxious and sorrowful, and the intestines are stirring. When I get home, my son won't follow me, and my heart hangs like I'm hungry.
Everything in the four seasons has ups and downs, but I am sad and temporarily motionless. The mountains are high and the sea is wide. I will see you all my life. I dreamed that you came to Sri Lanka at night.
Holding hands in a dream is a kind of joy and a kind of sadness, but it hurts after sleeping. Nine times out of ten, tears are falling, the river is flowing east, and I am thinking.
Fifteen beats, a holiday, a promotion, and a full chest. Who knows music? It's rare to be in Shandong, and I'm willing to go back to the field, so I wish. If you return to the Han state, you will be full of joy, and your heart will turn deeper and deeper.
The sun and the moon are selfless and have never expected anything. It is difficult for the mother and son to be separated. On the same day, I became more and more like a business consultant. Where can I find life and death? Sixteen beats, no distractions, standing on your side with your son.
The sun faces the east and the moon faces the west, so don't be heartbroken. I'm worried about daylily, but I won't forget it. Why do I feel hurt when I play the piano? I don't want to go back to my hometown today. Old grievances are settled and new grievances are long! Crying blood to the sky, making a living by myself? Seventeen patted Xi's heart, his nose was sour, and it was difficult for Guan Shan to stop Xi.
I went with a lot of thoughts, but I didn't think long when I came. Filled with branches and dried leaves of Artemisia annua, the battlefield was scarred and covered with bones, knives and arrows.
The wind and frost in spring and summer make people hungry and weak. I was so heavy that I entered Chang 'an. I sighed my heart and my tears dried up.
Hu Jia was born out of Hu and turned out the same melody. Although the 18th beat of Xi Qu is over, it sounds memorable.
It is the exquisiteness of silk and bamboo, and the emotions change with people's hearts. Hu and Han are different, and heaven and earth are separated.
I am bitter in heaven, complaining about others, and the breadth of Liuhe is intolerable! Poems of Sorrow and Anger (1) The Han Dynasty lost power and influence, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos. If you want to usurp the throne, you must first harm the virtuous.
Forced to move to the old state to help the Lord strengthen himself. Xingyi division wants to * * for bad luck at home.
Excellent people come from the east and shine in the sun. The local people are very fragile, and all the soldiers are Hu Qiangren.
Hunting wild cities and besieging cities, I know what I want to break. There is nothing left, and the remains support each other.
A horse hangs a man's head, and a horse carries a woman behind it. Driving west to enter the customs, the road is dangerous and blocked.
I still care. My liver and spleen are rotten. There are several tens of thousands, and gathering is not allowed.
Still flesh and blood, afraid to speak. When you are depressed for a few minutes, you need to talk about your shortcomings.
If you want to be a pavilion blade, I can't live with you. How dare you spare your life? You can't stand being scolded.
Or add pestle, poison and pain are combined into one. The study is sad and the night is sad.
You can't have it if you want to die, and you can't have it if you want to live. It is a misfortune for people with pale faces.
Bianhuang is different from China, who is vulgar and unreasonable. There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and Hu Feng starts in spring and summer.
Blow my clothes gently and let them sink into my ears. I miss my parents when I feel it, and lament the infinite.
It's always nice to hear that there are guests from outside. Welcome to ask about him. You need to reply to the village.
I hope that when I meet you, my flesh and blood will meet me. If you have to forgive yourself, you should abandon your son.
Heaven binds people's hearts, and it is too late to say goodbye. Life and death are always good, and we can't bear to say goodbye to them.
Hold my neck in front of my son and ask my mother what she wants. When people say that their mother should go, there is no time to return.
My mother has always been kind, so today is even more unkind. I am not an adult, so I don't care.
Seeing this collapse in five days, I was in a trance and crazy. Crying and touching, when you reply to doubts.
At the same time, they bid farewell to each other. I long for my return, and sad tears have destroyed the cracks.
A horse hesitated, but a car refused to turn. The audience was booed and sobbed as they walked.
To break the relationship and sign for the future. This is 3,000 miles long. When shall we meet again?
Read me out of my stomach and think about it.
5. What are the poems describing Cai Wenji's My Boy? Tang Bai Juyi's young word Arrow is only seven years old.
I am not a gifted scholar, but I pity you for not having a brother. Although the upbringing is arrogant, the sexual knowledge is quite smart.
Do your mother's thrush and let me recite poems. My tooth will fall out today. Your tooth was born yesterday.
My hair is falling out, and your bun is just beginning to take shape. Young and old don't treat each other, and your father failed your children and babies.
I miss the hearts of the ancients. Cai Yong read Moon Hee, and Yu Gong sighed Ti Ying.
Dare I ask what your strength is? But I haven't forgotten my father's feelings. Song Chenzao once called Cai Wenji in a dream, and Jiao Wei personally handed down the night clothes.
Don't play Farewell to the Poet, lest you be disturbed by tears. Song Pushou played the piano at 18, listening to these tears.
It's hard to die, but it's hard to say. Jiuyuan saw Wei Zi, and he had nothing to say.
Cai Yan, the wife of Dongsi Song Xujun's life has been divided into old dust. Who will redeem the gold? Don't be angry, you know that misfortune is a kind of beauty.
"Cai Zigui's Han Tu" Song Lin Jingxi Yuexi bid farewell to Alakazam and rode south. Hurt Beihao Wang, and one ride carries two sons.
The second son cried with his father in his arms and asked his mother what she did. Look back at the whip again and again, you never know the future.
Heaven has its own will. Everything is like a couple, and it's still wet.
The vault is in Wan Li, and the sand blows at dusk. Cherish the wisdom of Qin, not China and foreigners.
When the situation in neighboring countries is urgent, it is difficult to hide the loss of justice. The unique yearning for Korea's heart is written as a string of sorrows.
Once the angel comes, a thousand dollars will redeem the moth's eyebrows. Rain and dew washed away the fishy mark, and Yang became sad again.
Go through customs and worship the moon, according to my heart. If my heart is not white, why should I be jealous?
The fox died on the first mountain, which is the southern branch of Viburnaceae. How about Li? Toothless.
Cai Wenji, the daughter of Cai Yong, a famous scholar in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, was killed because of Cai Yong's involvement in the political struggle. Cai Wenji married Hun Khan, and lived a happy life after marriage, but later Khan died of illness, and Cai Wenji became a widow and was welcomed back to Han.
6. I urgently need a poem by Cai Wenji (short). Would you please write a poem by Cai Wenji? She has written two works, one is Poems of Sorrow and Indignation, and the other is Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia.
The following is a poem written by the poet describing Cai Wenji:
When the melody of this clarinet was created by Ms. Cai, when she sang its eighteen bars one by one a long time ago;
Hearing this, the conference semifinals were filled with tears, and the grass was wet. Han made pork liver sausage for Guike.
Li qi in Tang dynasty
Ding Kui's Poem "Cai Bo Memories His Daughter"
The daughters of a large number of people in Iraq are naturally blessed by God;
China twenty-eight years, Deng Lin fresh.
The six pillars of the Ming Dynasty are still true and serve the language of women's history;
After attending the Qing training in the imperial court, you can understand the cloud.
When there is a beautiful month in March, return to the sky;
Drag Rodin's petticoat and wear Cui Jin's gorgeous glitter.
Envy and glory with hair, sorrow and frost have been countless;
How can we grow old together and enjoy our old age?
Year: Song Author: Chen Zao's two songs were written by Qin prostitutes.
I once called Cai Wenji in my dream, and Jiao Wei gave me the midnight clothes.
Don't play Farewell to the Poet, lest you be disturbed by tears.
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi "My Youth"
My baby is arrow. Arrow is only seven years old.
I am not a gifted scholar, but I pity you for not having a brother.
Although the upbringing is arrogant, the sexual knowledge is quite smart.
Do your mother's thrush and let me recite poems.
My tooth will fall out today. Your tooth was born yesterday.
My hair is falling out, and your bun is just beginning to take shape.
Young and old don't treat each other, and your father failed your children and babies.
I miss the hearts of the ancients.
Cai Yong read Moon Hee, and Yu Gong sighed Ti Ying.
Dare I ask what your strength is? But I haven't forgotten my father's feelings.