1. Guo Xiang's poems about Yang Guo
Guo Xiang's poems about Yang Guo 1. What are the poems describing "Guo Xiang"
1. Shaoshi Shantou Qinwei It's cold, and I seem to hear sounds at Fengling Ferry.
Love is hard to grow old in this world. If you don’t believe it, it will happen in vain. (Jin Yong's Poetry Commentary) 2. Zhaojun's Resentment - Titled by Guo Xiang Emei's Hui Jian shaved off his hair, and he escaped into Buddhism.
Accompanied by green lanterns and ancient candles, poor man! The melancholy breeze blows in the pine trees at midnight, and the sadness comes thousands of miles away. The sorrowful heart is difficult to transform, and I am sleeping in sorrow! 3. Fortune Teller · Green Love The setting sun is fading, the lonely crows are singing in confusion, the setting sun reflects the shadows on the windows, and I miss you in the distance.
No one wants to know the suffering, but the white clothes are pretty, the golden needle in the delicate hand lifts the soul, the love is difficult for him. 4. I sigh with longing for Guo Xiang at Feng Lingdu, Emei fog, melancholy and thoughts hit me at night and I have nowhere to hide. Who complains about my pulse and love? I can’t sleep at night. I am already drunk. The remaining wine is talking about the slanting light. There are still tears in my eyes. I miss you and love you. Bitterness, there is no place to look for in Huashan, who will I spend the rest of my life with? I am tired, I am haggard, this love has no destiny, I will never regret it, wipe the tears from my eyes 5. Sigh that Guo Xiang was originally a cheerful and carefree person, but Fengling Ferry was stained by love. 3 A golden needle holds a thread, and two generations have a close relationship. There are sparkling waves at the bottom of the abyss, and pure clouds and waves at the top of dangerous mountains. A girl pursues her childhood love, but she doesn't know that she will no longer hear about it. 6. The ancient road to Xiangyang in Jiangchengzi moves away from worries, Without people, the water flows empty. Where can the osmanthus in the moon cause new sorrow? Looking back at the incident on the cliff, the clouds are silent and the buildings are full of flowers. The rivers and lakes are proud of a glass of wine. What more can I ask for in this life? Under the Goddess Peak, a bright moon flows over the river. The colorful clouds will pass away with the wind from now on. Whoever is with you, tears will never come back. 7. Her love is the sudden snowstorm in Fenglingdu; her happiness is the fireworks in Xiangyang City. , beauty is short-lived; her yearning is like the autumn water bursting in her eyes, and the waves of smoke; but her sadness is the loneliness of ice and snow, crossing the top of Mount Emei.
8. Untitled When I walk through the mountains, the mountains don’t speak. When I pass by the sea, the sea doesn’t speak. The donkey I sit on ticks step by step, and the sky I carry with me is mute. People say that I settled in Emei because I love Hero Yang Guo and couldn't find him; in fact, I just like the fog in Emei, like the fireworks that bloomed when I was sixteen.
9. Guo Xiang - He in my heart When I passed by the sea, the sea didn't speak. When I walked through the mountains, I couldn't hear an answer. The donkey I rode ticked every step, floating leisurely to I never want to go home when I'm far away. When I am a happy and worry-free year, my youth is like a flower, but the color of traveling far away is not like the glory of the nineteen years; I am so sad that I have no way to avoid my true care. I don’t know where in the world there is the person I miss.
How can I continue Fengling Ye’s talk without any news? I can’t see my elder brother and want to know how he is a knight. I went up to Shaoshi Mountain to ask Wu Se, and the old Zen master didn’t know where he made his home. . Hearing the sound of the harp seems to be in response to the birds singing. Is there anyone who can caress it when hundreds of birds are singing toward the phoenix? The man in white drew one stroke after another, not with swordsmanship but with obsession with killing the chess pieces.
The bystander said something to resolve the crisis. I played ancient music and left him alone in surprise; I sang a song and made light of myself without thinking about anything else. What could I do if I could only point to the Three Saints of Kunlun and break into Shaolin? Three old men rode up and turned around, thinking they were the ones who left the letter, but they were Shaolin laymen. He fell from the top of the stone pavilion with his Yao Qin in his arms, and taught the green-faced man a lesson just for him to intimidate me. He listened to me on the pavilion. Answering the three people, he actually didn't know his parents all over the world; this man's surname was He, his double name was Zudao, and his name was so humble that there was no hint of arrogance. The three unique skills of Qin, sword and chess are unparalleled in the Western Regions. The three sages of Kunlun are not just one of them. Holding the Yao Qin, they look for me everywhere for new songs. The beauty of the scenery is wonderful and wonderful, blending the test and Jia Jia. Could it be me, longing for you like clouds? Playing the piano and wielding the sword with your left hand to repel the enemy is also a mixed bag. He came from thousands of miles away just to send a message, which scriptures are in the oil so that Jue Yuan can take them; He has never traveled to China and took this trip, and met three Shaolin from the Western Regions on the way to draw; he had to be forced to go to the name of the Sword Master. I can't help but go to the Shaolin Temple to teach me how to guess.
How could I not know that I was her in his heart, in the romance between the two of us, the mountain flowers and the wind? If he could really play a song for me again, maybe my eldest brother would not be able to find another one. His mouth is really good at talking. With a few words, he could convince the old monk to invite me in for tea. Say a word for me, will you come? Fighting, fighting with swords, drawing the chessboard on the bluestone. Jue Yuan wiped off the chessboard and clamped his sword. Jun Bao struck him diagonally and he was unable to block it. He vowed to use ten moves to defeat the young man. Even if Jun Bao fell because of his cleverness, he still lost the fight.
When I reached my tiptoes, I was already several feet away. After passing the message, I left. Why did you forget to call us? I took Zhang Junbao and I, Jue Yuan, and ran quickly to the deep mountains where we passed away from exhaustion and passed away; I asked the sad young man to go find my parents, but I didn’t know where to go and was so distraught. It wasn’t because of Yang Guo that I settled in Emei. I like the fog in Emei to be like the fireworks of that year; the heavenly sword I wear is mute, Kunlun He Zudao has never left me in his heart; he has drifted away from Shaolin and never looked back, he Why is the handsome figure bursting into tears? 10. Like a Dream Ling_Recalling Guo Xiang The butterflies playing in the flowers are slightly tiring, but people are still drunk when they recall the dusk.
The purple is as bright as the red, and the tears wash away the pink and make it charming. The surprise blooms, the surprise blooms, it is better than thousands of emotions.
11. Sigh that Guo Xiang was originally a cheerful and carefree person, but the Fengling ferry was stained with love and dust. Three golden needles held each other tightly, and two generations had a close relationship. The bottom of the abyss was rippled, and the dangerous mountains The clouds and waves are pure. The girl pursues her childhood love, but she doesn't know that she will no longer hear about it. On the 28th, the youth waits in the boudoir pavilion and the hero's traces are traced in the sky. Fengling ferry, rivers and lakes, rain in Xiangyang city, no night lights, golden needles, pure promise, still deep in the grass of the ancient tomb. Hearing the sound of the Kunlun sect's musical instruments and swords, the young man's poem in front of the mountain, the Nine-Yang Sutra in front of the mountain, the fateless love and infatuation, and the old age, the endless lovesickness, and the solitary wandering. The beautiful beauty passed away in the Emeishan Temple. I closed my eyes and listened to the end of the world. I miss you and should be unforgettable. I regretted the sea. I missed you for the rest of my life. I love you for a long time. Fenglingdu, Emei fog, melancholy. There is nowhere to hide in the night attack, who complains about the love of the night, who is sleepless, the person is already drunk, the remaining wine is left and the words are slanting, there are still tears, thinking about you is painful, loving you is painful, there is no place to find in Huashan, who will I spend the rest of my life with? I am tired, I am haggard, I will never regret this love without destiny, wipe the tears from my eyes 12. The golden years - Guo Xiang Changyin (with preface) After decades of resisting the iron cavalry, Guo's fame spread throughout the world. He devoted all his energy to killing on the battlefield, and defended the country with full chivalry.
A common man worries about his country and still becomes a hero. What else can he do with his reputation as a chivalrous man! Zhuge, a woman with unparalleled wisdom and scheming, occupies Xiangyang like a strong pass. The Mongolian soldiers rose up to suppress the situation, but the boy was ignorant and acted recklessly.
Jingrong had no choice but to swallow her voice, her little girl was in a great crisis when she was born. This body is still in its infancy, and strange misfortunes will follow.
Fortunately, there is no harm in the chaos, and leopard milk and honey jelly are the support. Time flies like flowing water, and Fengling meets a ghost in the West Mountain at night.
I admire the heroic deeds of the Condor Heroes, and exchange silver hairpins for wine to invite people to get drunk. A great hero is a hero who has no regrets and no regrets, and a great man serves the country and the people.
Let’s talk freely about who can be a hero, who is bold and brave. Haoxue.
2. Use some words, poems, or a beautiful paragraph to describe Guo Xiang
Infatuated with love, drunk with love.
Perhaps the moment they meet, they are destined to part ways.
But how to make it disperse?
Those three golden needles, the prosperity of sixteen years old, and the life-forgetting heartbreak cliff... evoke the little bits and pieces in my heart, but they are perfection that can never fade.
It’s not just a love affair. After calming down, I am the thrush in my boudoir, dancing with a sword under the moonlight, and maybe I can jump on top of a horse, splashing blood on the yellow sand. Just like my parents, I serve the country and the people, drink a heroic drink, and grow old slowly.
However, how can this complicated world enter that lonely heart?
Floating life is like a dream without waking up, a lone cloud, a wisp of breeze, like the endless wandering of the river.
One sword, one donkey, can't bear to stop; turn around, it's the end of the world.
The poem at the end of the chapter is Li Bai’s Autumn Wind Ci, which means to express the awareness of lovesickness, so it is appropriate to place it at the end of the chapter
3. A poem about Guo Xiang
< p> When I walk through the mountains, the mountains don't speak, and when I pass by the sea, the sea doesn't speak;The donkey I sit on ticks step by step, and the one I carry with me is silent.
Everyone said that I settled in Emei because I loved Yang Guo and couldn't find him;
In fact, I just like the fog in Emei, like the fireworks that bloomed when I was sixteen.
When I pass by the sea, the sea does not speak, and when I pass by the mountains, I hear no answer;
The donkey I ride on steps by, ticking, and floats into the distance. But I never want to go home.
When we are happy and worry-free, our youth is like flowers, but the beauty of traveling far away is not like the glory of the nineteenth century;
I am overwhelmed by sorrow and have no way to avoid the true care. I don’t know where I am in the end of the world. Missing him.
How can I continue Fengling Ye's talk without any news? I can't see my elder brother and want to know how he is a knight;
I went up to Shaoshi Mountain to ask Wu Se, but the old Zen master didn't know either. Where he calls home.
The sound of the harp seems to echo the chirping of birds. Is there anyone who can caress it when hundreds of birds are singing toward the phoenix?
The man in white drew one stroke after another, not with swordsmanship but with obsession, surrounding and killing the chess pieces.
The bystander explained the crisis situation with one word, I played ancient music and left him alone in surprise;
I sang a song and made light of myself without thinking about anything else, and the Three Saints of Kunlun broke into Shaolin again. What method?
Three old men rode up and back, thinking they were the ones leaving the letter, but they were Shaolin laymen;
He fell from the top of the stone pavilion holding the Yao Qin, and taught Qing Lian a lesson People only intimidate me because of him;
I listened to the conversation between three people and me at the pavilion. In fact, he doesn’t know his parents all over the world;
This man’s surname is He, and his double name is He. His name is Zudao, and his name is so humble that there is no hint of arrogance.
The three unique skills of Qin, sword and chess are unparalleled in the Western Regions, and the three saints of Kunlun are not just one of them;
Holding the Yao Qin everywhere, I look for new songs for me, and look at the gorgeous and wonderful harmonies. Pan and Jia Jia;
Could it be me, longing for the clouds, playing the piano with my right hand and wielding the sword with my left hand to fight off the enemy?
I came from thousands of miles away to send a message, which scriptures are in the oil so that Jue Yuan can take them;
I have never left China in my life and took this trip, and met three people on the way. I have to go to the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions to compete;
I have to force him to get the title of Sword Master. Anyway, he went to the Shaolin Temple to teach me how to guess.
How could I not know that I was her in his heart, in the romance between the two of us, the mountain flowers and the wind?
If he could play the song again for me, maybe my eldest brother would not be able to find another one;
It is true that his mouth can talk, and he can convince the old man with just a few words. The monk invited me to come and serve tea;
He asked me whether he would come to fight with me or not, and drew the chessboard on the bluestone with his sword.
Jue Yuan wiped off the chessboard and clamped his sword. Jun Bao struck him diagonally and he was unable to parry;
He vowed to use ten moves to defeat the young man, although he used clever tricks to give way. If Jun Bao falls down, he loses the fight.
When I reached my tiptoes, I was already several feet away. After passing the message, I left. Why did you forget to call us?
I took Zhang Junbao and I, Jue Yuan, and ran quickly to the deep mountains where we passed away from exhaustion;
I asked the sad boy to find my parents, but I didn’t know where to go and was so distraught. numb.
It’s not because of Yang Guo that I lived in Emei. I like the fog in Emei to be like the fireworks of that year;
The Heavenly Sword I wear is dull and mute, Kunlun He Zudao is still undecided in my heart. I left it;
Since Shaolin has drifted away and never looked back, why is his handsome figure bursting with tears?