1. Modern positive ancient poems, five words are not famous
1. "Playing the Qin"
Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
Ling Ling Seven Strings Go up and listen to the cold wind in the pines.
Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it.
2. "Grass"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The grass grows in the original land, withering and growing every year.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.
3. "Snow on the River"
Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.
A coir raincoat man in Guzhou fishes alone in the snow in the cold river.
4. "Those who seek hermitage are not found"
Tang·Jia Dao
Matsushita asked the boy and asked the teacher to collect medicine.
Only in this mountain, I don’t know where the clouds are.
5. "Staying on the Jiande River"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.
The sky is low in the wilderness, and the trees are low, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people.
6. "Spring Dawn"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere.
How many flowers have fallen to the sound of wind and rain at night?
7. "Send to the Lord"
Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
How can the lonely cloud and the wild crane live in the human world!
Momai Wozhou Mountain was known to people at that time.
8. "Thoughts on a Quiet Night"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
9. "Looking at the Remaining Snow in Zhongnan"
Zu Yong of the Tang Dynasty
Zhongnan has beautiful yin ridges and snow-covered clouds.
The forest is showing its bright colors, and the city is getting colder at dusk.
10. "Eight Formations"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
His contribution to the three-pointed kingdom is called the Eight Formations.
The stone in the river will not turn, and the regret will be swallowed by Wu.
11. "Climbing the Stork Tower"
Wang Zhihuan of the Tang Dynasty
The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea.
If you want to see a thousand miles away, take it to the next level.
12. "Gift to Meng Haoran"
Li Bai of Tang Dynasty
I love Master Meng, and he is famous all over the world.
The beauty abandons her crown, and her white head lies in the pine clouds.
The drunken moon frequently attracts the saints, and the lost flowers are of no concern to you.
You can look up to the high mountains and enjoy the clear fragrance.
13. "Farewell to a Friend"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds the east city.
This place is different, and I have traveled thousands of miles alone.
The thoughts of wandering in the floating clouds, the love of old friends in the setting sun.
I waved my hand and went away, the horse roared. 2. Unfamous verses but very good
Words and feelings: Laughing, dancing and singing wildly for fifty years.
Have fun among the flowers and sleep in the moon. The name spreads throughout the country.
No one cares about the lack of wine money in the waist. The poems and poems are self-proclaimed author.
Many people call me a god. Some work must be done.
Don’t lose an inch of your heart. Warning: Everything in the world is like a boat with a short canopy.
Either move to the west coast or move to the east. The moon is missing and full moon several times.
Several southerly and northerly winds. No one is good as time goes by.
In late spring, flowers sometimes turn red. You must bear with what is right and wrong.
Half dementia and half deaf. Warning: Everything depends on God, don’t ask for help.
My descendants are far away. Don't be careless after drinking three glasses of wine.
You can take advantage of the wind. When did everything happen?
How long will it take to stop harming everyone? It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies.
Everyone looked back. Drinking wine and singing under the flowers, the ninety-year-old spring light is thrown away.
Drink wine and sing songs in front of the flowers. How many days can the flowers bloom on the branches?
How much life can there be in this world. Good flowers are difficult to plant and will not bloom.
Youth can never come back again. Life is not about getting drunk in front of flowers.
Huaxiao’s life is also dull. The Chang Gate is an event. The paradise of the world is Wuzhong, and there is a Chang Gate in Wuzhong, which is more powerful.
There are three thousand green sleeves up and down the building, and millions of gold are flowing from west to east. The sales at Wu Geng market are never the same. The dialects in the four distant places are always different.
If the painter is asked to draw a painting, the painter should say that painting is difficult to work on. A poem about a chicken, with a picture of a golden rooster announcing the dawn. Part 1: Wu Kui's crown with five-colored feathers spreads the stars all over the sky with its crow; under the golden gate of a copper pot with jade leaks, many princes rein in their horses to listen.
Second, the red crown on the head does not need to be cut off, and the body is covered with snow when walking into the future; in life, I dare not speak lightly, and thousands of doors will be opened with one call. Third, the blood-stained crown, brocade feathers, and high-spirited appearance have new feathers; outside the Ming Dynasty gate, visitors to heaven immediately listen to the first sound.
Painter Zhou Dongcun's Autumn Picture of the Suburbs: The carp is tied to the boat in the strong wind, and the cold mountains on both sides of the bank have been raining; the setting sun has returned to the wild geese, and the white duckweed and red polygonum are in the wild pond in autumn.
Bohu pretends to be a beggar, composes poems to cheat people into drinking wine, and goes up and up again, all the way to the high mountains.
With your head raised, the red sun and white clouds are low, you can see all the seas and lakes. The inside of the wound is desolate and desolate, and the flowers are fragrant; the hibiscus is easy to wither, and the cinnamon branches are destroyed; I have lost my way and have no way to go, where can I go; the dawn moon is beautiful on the dust beam, and the daytime sun shines on the spring sun; disturbing the scenery, thinking about the past, The liver is split and the soul is flying.
Night reading: I lie down on my pillow at night and think carefully. I lie alone for a long time with the light leaking out. I think that my hair on my temples will turn gray with time, and I don’t know when my belt will turn yellow.
People say you will jump three times after death, but I want to do one while alive. When the name is unknown, the heart is immortal, and I turn on the light to read the article.
A seven-line poem was presented to his mentor Liang Chu to show his ambition to win the first prize. He was ambitious but unwilling to pursue woodcutters and fishermen, and the fate of the Qin Dynasty was almost ready to be swept away. Swords are worth a hundred gold and can only be read, and jade is suddenly sold after being deposed three times. Red silk dares to look forward to next year's cakes, but yellow silk is deeply ashamed of writing today; three strategies are promoted that are not ancient poems, how can God boast about them? Inscribed on the picture of a boat sunk in a stone field, there are strange people in the Dongting, and the buildings and rooms are inhabited by clouds and clouds; the windows and couches are like painted boats, and the mountains and rivers are clear and beautiful.
Flowing Water Poetry The water is shallow, long, endless coming and going. It flows eastward in twists and turns, and it is difficult to stop it due to mountains and ridges.
Ask Yi Benteng when to rest, he will not look back until he reaches the sea. Zhang Mengjin changed the poem "Flowing Water" into "Shallow water, intermittent and continuous, clear in the mountains, and turbid outside the mountains."
It’s hard to turn back after all the twists and turns, sobbing and crying day and night. Wen Yi was so sad that he regretted leaving the valley in the first place.
Inscribed on the wall of Wu Zixu's temple: The white horse once rode on the sea tide, and the origin is that Wu said that he was in the previous dynasty; there were so many injustices in front of him, and he was willing to borrow his sword from the general. Crying prostitute Xu Su, Qingbo's double robes are gone without a trace, her love is lingering and her resentment is heavy.
The residual powder, yellow and raw silver touches the face, so the fragrance of the clothes is sent to the jade breast. The moonlight flowers fall in front of the lamp, and people meet in their dreams at the end of spring.
I would like to ask you to be born again before I am old, and I will teach you how to meet you in my dream. Titled Zhang Mengjin's portrait of a half-length beauty, she is very graceful and graceful, but it is a pity that she is half-length; but she hates that the painter was ignorant and failed to describe the touching and emotional aspects.
Picture of Chrysanthemum: The yellow flower has no owner and is left alone in the winding path; only money is used to buy powder, and the color of the life is paid to the west wind. Qilu Poem Ode to Qiyun Mountain It's been more than nine months since the fall of the suburban garden, and the autumn mountain is enjoying its first day today.
The colors of the frost forest are all painted, and the wild goose characters are half-empty in cursive script. They have a close friendship with each other, but they have little contact with Brother Kong Fang.
A blessing in disguise comes with gains and losses. The chest feels quiet and empty.
Inscribed on the stone chamber wall of Qiyun Mountain. Qiyun Mountain is aligned with the wall of the stone chamber. Looking around, the green mountains are all low. The geese from north to south are separated from each other, and only the sun and moon are allowed to pass east and west.
Please take a closer look at the world's situation, most people will not follow the hot weather! Wen Zhengming was pregnant with his son and was afraid of the wind and dew in the winding road. The human voice gradually fades and the solitary flute plays. Where can the jade man embrace the beauty? Travel to Zhenjiang and climb Jinshan Mountain and Jiaoshan Mountain. The world's roads are north and south, and the earth has been turbulent for ancient and modern times. In the spring, travelers are sad and their hair is white, and the soldiers burn gold in the garden.
Tang Bohu and Zhu Zhishan's couplet chants about strange rocks. The strange rocks are leaning against the clouds, and they are thrown into the air a few years ago. The moss grows on the hair because of the rain, and the wisteria pierces the nose and is carried by the wind.
I never eat the grass by the stream, and it has been difficult to cultivate the fields in Longshang since ancient times. I hate killing the shepherd boy but I can't afford the whip, the sound of the flute hangs over the sunset smoke.
Missing Shen Jiuniang on the Yangzhou road. Looking at the two places far apart, I shed tears at the door and dropped my cloth robe. Yangliu Xiaoyan is emotionally disturbed, and Lihua Muyu is in a dream.
The clouds cover the virtual gold house of Chu Pavilion, and the phoenix enters Wushan and plays the jade flute. Tomorrow the river bridge will look back again, and the moon will shine brightly, and the old friend will be thousands of miles away.
I went to Tang Yin to write about his unconfused teeth in Peach Blossom Temple, and painted and wrote Fish, Soup, Rice, and Noodles for a good life, and the years passed in a blink of an eye, so why should I be evil if I am lazy? Wealth is not what I expected, so I don’t worry about poverty. There is a pot of golden vines in the monk's room, and three cups of frozen spring in the wild shop. I hate myself for not being talented but still celebrate myself. I am a peaceful man who has nothing to do for half his life.
Later revision: Tianyi Daoji plans to live his whole life, but his forties pass by at the snap of a finger; he is good and lazy, why should he be evil? Wealth is not what he expected, so he does not worry about poverty. There is a pot of golden vines in the monk's room, and three cups of frozen spring in the wild shop; such a blessing cannot be eliminated, and a peaceful man will be in poverty for half his life.
Picture of Nianhua Smiling. Last night it started to rain, and several of the begonias were light and delicate. The beautiful woman came out of the orchid room at dawn and went to compare her makeup in the mirror.
Ask the man that the flower is good and the face is good, but the man is not as graceful as the flower. The beautiful lady became coquettish and angry when she saw the words. She didn't believe that a dead flower was better than a living person.
Crush the flowers into pieces and throw them in front of the man, asking him to sleep with them tonight. Song of Peach Blossom Temple Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple; Peach Blossom Fairy grows peach trees and picks peach flowers in exchange for wine money.
When you are sober, you just sit in front of the flowers; when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers; half-awake and half-drunk day after day, the flowers fall and bloom year after year. I hope that when I die in old age and spend my time in wine, I don’t want to bow in front of carriages and horses. Those who are rich in carriages and horses are happy, and those who are poor in wine cup branches are lucky.
If the rich and the noble are compared to the poor and the lowly, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky; if the poor and the low are compared to the chariot and the horse, he has to drive and I have nothing to do. Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others for not being able to see through it; there are no tombs of the heroes of the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields.
A gift to my Japanese friend Hikokuro. Hikokuro returned to Japan and wrote poems to commemorate the poem. He traveled to China twice, and when he returned he would be praised for his experience.
The sword is worn by the emperor in Ding Nian, and the stars in the morning and midnight are reflected in the fairy tree. Li Ge bids farewell to his three-year guest, and travels across the sea of ??whales to conquer Wanli's home.
If you have to do this trip again, you have to break it off.
3. What are some poems that are not famous but are particularly good?
1. The west wind blows the old Dongting waves, and the king of Xiang has many gray hairs overnight. ——Tang Gong of the Yuan Dynasty, "Inscribed on Qingcao Lake, Longyang County"
Translation: The autumn wind blows strongly, and the water of Dongting Lake seems to have aged a lot. After a night of melancholy, Mr. Xiang also has more white hair.
2. Walking in the shadows by the stream, the sky is at the bottom of the clear stream. There are moving clouds in the sky, and people are in the moving clouds. ——Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's "Shengchazi·Wandering Alone in Yuyan"
Translation: People walking by the stream are reflected in the stream, and the blue sky is reflected in the clear stream. There are floating white clouds in the blue sky, and people are walking in the floating white clouds.
3. I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep. ——Zhang Jiuling of Tang Dynasty, "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"
Translation: I can't give you the beautiful moonlight, I only hope to meet you in my dreamland.
4. Spring is late when the swallows do not return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain. ——"Su Xi Pavilion" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: The swallow has not returned to its old nest, and the beautiful spring is almost over. Misty mist and rain enveloped a sandbank, and the apricot blossoms in the harsh spring breeze also lost their beautiful appearance under the clear sun, looking miserable and pitiful.
5. After the rain, the cicadas make a noise, and the pines and osmanthus flutter in the air. ——Du Mu, Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Yangzhou Zenzhi Temple"
Translation: After the rain, a cicada is making a noise, the pines and osmanthus are fluttering, and the weather has turned into autumn.
6. The fallen flower man is independent, and the little swift bird flies together. ——"Linjiang Immortal" by Yan Jidao of the Song Dynasty
Translation: People are quietly independent amidst the falling flowers, and swallows fly in pairs in the breeze and drizzle.
7. If you have nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, just give me a spring branch. ——Lu Kai's "Poem to Fan Ye" in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
Translation: There is no better gift to send to Jiangnan, so let's send a branch of plum blossom to herald the spring.
8. The flowers on the fragrant trees have fallen without anyone, and the birds are chirping all the way up the spring mountain. ——Li Hua of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Journey Improvisation"
Translation: In the spring mountains, the trees are lush and fragrant, but there is no one there. The flowers bloom and fall by themselves, and the birds sing in the air along the way.
9. If you want to buy Magu, a cup of spring dew will be as cold as ice. ——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Visiting the Mountain"
Translation: I was about to buy the sea from the immortal Magu, but alas, I only got a cup of spring dew, which was as cold as ice.
10. In the drizzle, the wet clothes cannot be seen, and the flowers falling to the ground are silent. ——Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty, "Farewell to Yan Shiyuan"
Translation: The drizzle wetted my clothes, but I didn't notice it; the flowers on the branches fell to the ground, and no sound was heard.
Reference materials
Ancient poetry website: http://www.gushiwen.org 4. Unknown ancient poems by famous writers
Former residence in Siwei Village, Mengxia My brother-in-law clicks his tongue to attract the chicks, and the shoots grow into bamboo.
Things that touch people's feelings, this song reminds me of my hometown. In my hometown, on the Wei River, I have been working as a woodcutter and herder for ten years.
Elms and willows are planted in the hands, and the walls of the house are covered with shade. Rabbits hide, bean seedlings are fat, birds sing and mulberries are ripe.
At this time the year before last, I traveled with you. He is a younger brother and nephew who teaches poetry and calligraphy, and is a farm boy and servant.
Rimu Mai appears on the stage, and silkworms are crouching at the right time. Sit in the south stream of the spring, and stay in the east pavilion until the moon comes.
Have a few drinks and play a game of chess. Once dispersed, they remain bound for thousands of miles.
The carp in the well longs to return to the spring, and the caged oriole regrets leaving the valley. Jiujiang is humid and humid, and the sky is scorching hot in April.
The bitter rain has just fallen into the plum blossoms, and the miasma clouds are slightly poisonous. Mud seedlings and water border rice, gray seeds (top and bottom fields) and field chestnuts.
Even at this age, I still complain about the strange customs. I leisurely climb up the county tower and look out at the green mountains and rivers at sunset.
Returning geese brush the heart of the countryside, and flat lakes cut off people’s eyes. I am wandering in this world, and you are lonely in the old place.
Whenever you drink from the same gourd, your heart will be full of water. Three poems sent from Jiangzhou to Tongzhou, the end of the world and the end of the earth.
There are mountains thousands of feet high and waters thousands of miles wide. There are clouds and mist between them, and birds cannot cross them.
Who knows that the danger of eternity is designed for the two of us. When Tongzhou Jun arrived for the first time, he was as depressed as a knot.
I am going to Jiangzhou, and I have not stopped traveling a long way. Roads are becoming increasingly separated and news is being cut off.
Because the wind wants to send a message, the sound cannot be heard far away from the ground. We will meet again in life, but we will never see each other again in death.
On the day you visited Xiangyang, I stayed in Chang'an. Now that you are in Tongzhou, I will go to Xiangyang.
In Jiuliguo, Xiangyang, there are towers and battlements connected with clouds and trees. Take a look here for a moment, this is your old place to visit.
In the vast Jianjia River, there is Xunyang Road. I miss you even more now that I am away from my dearest relative in Jiangxi.
The day I left the country is far away, and I am happy to meet people like things. How can I express this meaning? I sit on the river and think of you.
It is like the qi of rivers and mountains. When combined, the atmosphere becomes dense. The strong wind blew in the sky, and clouds formed in two places.
When the wind returns eventually, how can the clouds merge without a reason? Try your best to love each other, and let us know each other. Sending brother back on a snowy night. The sun is dark and the clouds are yellow, and the northeast wind is strong.
When I returned from the south of the village, Xin said goodbye to his brothers. Li Jin's eyes are still wet with tears, and his horse has not stopped neighing when he returns.
I want to sit in a room, but the sky is overcast and there is no moon. The long fire of the night is extinguished, and the rain condenses at the end of the year.
Loneliness is full of ashes, and snow is falling on the stairs. The snow is painted with cold ashes, and the remaining lights are extinguished.
Death is as gray as my heart, and snow is as white as my hair. Everything is like this, and I feel extremely sad in an instant.
Sitting and forgetting about it, turning worries into Zen joy. The method of cleansing the mind of a lifetime is designed just for tonight.
I mourn the past with Yuan Jiu and feel the old mosquitoes. The beauty leaves you alone, and you will find nowhere to find her.
With all the old things scattered, can this situation be tolerated? Only in Valere, dust invades day and night. The fragrance and color are not as deep as before.
The shadow lamp is shining brightly, and the moon is shining in the shadow. There is a solitary sleeper among us, and the cold autumn brings a night quilt.
The old house has a peony courtyard, and the new grave contains pine trees and cypress trees. In the dream, I cried in Xianyang, and when I woke up, my heart was in Jiangling.
With this hatred every year, I chanted in the middle of the night. No matter how you feel about it, anyone who hears it will want to touch it.
The charcoal seller The charcoal seller cuts firewood and burns charcoal in the southern mountains. His face was dusty and smoky, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.
Where do you get money from selling charcoal? The clothes on your body and the food in your mouth. Poor clothes, only the clothes are thin, and I am worried and wishing for the cold weather.
There is a foot of snow outside the city at night, and at dawn the charcoal cart rolls over the ice tracks. The cows were trapped and the people were hungry. The sun was already high and they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are the two Pian Pian cavalry coming? The messenger in yellow is in white. He holds the document in his hand and pronounces the edict, returns to the carriage and shouts at the oxen to lead them north.
A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and it is a pity that the officials and envoys will not be able to get it. Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk are tied straight to the cow's head and filled with charcoal.
The white-haired man from Shangyang has been in Tianbao for five years, and Yang Guifei is the only one who favors him. It is a good thing that no one in the harem will be able to enter again. Those with beauties in the Sixth Palace often find other places, and one of them is the Shang Yang.
Zhenyuanzhong is still alive. People from Shangyang have a beautiful face and old and gray hair.
The green-clad emissary guards the palace gate, and how much spring comes when the sun is closed. At the end of Xuanzong's reign, he was first elected, and now he is sixteen and sixty.
More than a hundred people were selected at the same time, and they were severely disabled in their scattered years. Recalling the past, I was sad to say goodbye to my relatives. I helped him into the car without crying.
Everyone says that they will be grateful when they enter. Their face is like a hibiscus and their breasts are like jade. Before the king could meet him, Concubine Yang was looking at her from afar.
Jealousy made Qian match the Yang Palace, so he spent his whole life in an empty house. The autumn nights are long, the nights are long and sleepless, and the sky is unclear.
Geng Geng’s broken lamp is reflected on the wall, and there is the sound of rain hitting the window. Spring is late, and it is difficult to sit alone in the sky.
The orioles in the palace are full of sorrow and tired of hearing the news. Liang and Yan live in two places, and the old people are not jealous. The orioles return and the swallows go away quietly, spring and autumn come and go without keeping track of the years.
Just look at the bright moon deep in the palace, and the east and west circles will turn four or five hundred times. Today, the oldest person in the palace is given the title of Minister.
He has a small head, narrow shoes, and narrow clothes. His eyebrows are slender and dotted with indigo. Outsiders don't smile when they see him, but Tianbao's last years are the same as those in the world.
People with Shang Yang suffer the most. Being young is also painful, and being old is also painful.
How about being young and suffering, old and suffering? Have you not seen that in Lu Xiang's "Ode to Beauty" in the past, "At the end of Tianbao, there was a person with dense colors, who was called the Flower and Bird Envoy at that time." Lu Xiangxian's "Beauty is given as a satire."
] I don’t see Shang Yang Bai Fa Ge again today! Buying Flowers Spring is coming to an end in the Imperial City, and there is noisy traffic and horses. When I talked about peonies, I went to buy flowers with them.
There is no permanent price for high or low, and the reward depends on the number of flowers: a hundred red flowers are burning, and five bunches of vegetables are scattered. There is a curtain on the top for shelter, and a fence on the side for protection.
Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will remain the same. Every family has a custom, and everyone is confused and unaware of it.
There is a farm owner who occasionally comes to buy flowers. He lowered his head and let out a long sigh, which no one could describe: A clump of dark-colored flowers, a gift from one of the ten households! The road is filled with light and fat spirits and arrogance, and the saddle and horse shine on the dust.
If I ask what he is doing, he is called an internal minister. Zhu Fu is a doctor, and Zi Shou is a general.
He boasted about going to the military banquet and rode away like clouds. The bottles (top three fields and bottom fou) are overflowing with nine treasures, and there are eight treasures in water and land.
Break the Dongting tangerine fruit and cut the Tianchi scales into pieces. Feeling satisfied after eating and feeling refreshed by drinking wine.
There is a drought in the south of the Yangtze River, and people in Quzhou are cannibals! The Song of Everlasting Regret: The Emperor of Han Dynasty paid great attention to lust and thought of his country, but he couldn't get it from Yu Yu for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty, and once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.
Venus is dressed up as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring. Sisters and brothers are all nobles, and it is a pity that Guangcai was born in a family.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but as girls. The blue clouds are rising from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.
Slow singing, slow dancing, and silk and bamboo condensation, the king is not satisfied with it. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwestward. The green flowers wavered and stopped, and they were more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse.
There is no one to collect the flowers and leaves on the ground, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed. The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin. The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and it rains at night. 5. What are the ten least famous ancient poems with few words
1. "Farewell to Nanpu"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
A sad farewell to Nanpu , the west wind curls up in autumn.
When you see it, your heart breaks, so don’t look back.
Translation: The desolate and sad farewell in Nanpu, the autumn wind is desolate and gloomy. Looking back once will break your heart, leave well and don't look back again.
2. "Spring Dawn"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
Translation: I was too sleepy in spring to realize that it was already dawn, and what disturbed my deep sleep was the chirping bird. There was constant wind and rain last night. I wonder how many of the beautiful spring flowers were blown down?
3. "Happy Rain on a Spring Night"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city.
Translation: Good rain seems to choose the right time to fall in the spring when all things emerge. With the gentle breeze, it quietly enters the night. Finely and densely, it nourishes all things on the earth. Thick dark clouds shrouded the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire on a fishing boat on the river emitted a ray of light, which looked particularly bright.
When daybreak comes, the moist soil will be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguan City will be a scene of colorful flowers.
4. "Sent Off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn"
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
Translation: The scenery of the West Lake in June is different from that of other seasons: the dense layers of lotus leaves spread out, connected with the blue sky, an endless expanse of verdant green; the graceful lotuses bloom The buds are in full bloom, looking particularly bright and red under the sunlight.
5. "Little Pond"
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the clear and soft water.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
Translation: The spring is quiet because it is reluctant to let go of the thin water, and the shade of the trees reflected on the water is because it loves the sunny weather and the gentle wind. As soon as the delicate little lotus leaf revealed its sharp corners from the water, there was already a naughty little dragonfly standing on it.
6. "Autumn Evening"
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.
The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.
Translation: On the autumn night, the candlelight illuminates the painting screen, and I hold a small fan in my hand to beat the fireflies. The stone steps are as cool as cold water at night, and you can sit quietly in the palace and gaze at the Cowherd and Vega.
7. "Snow on the River"
Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Translation: There are no traces of birds in thousands of mountains and ridges; there are no traces of pedestrians on thousands of roads. On a lonely boat, a fisherman wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat was fishing alone in the wind and snow.
8. "Summer Quatrains"
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
He was a hero in life and a hero in death.
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
Translation: You should be a hero among men when you are alive, and you should be a hero among ghosts after death. To this day, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live an ignoble existence and returned to Jiangdong.
9. "Ask Liu Nineteenth"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Green ant new fermented wine, small red clay stove.
It’s snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?
Translation: The light green rice wine is brewed and the small stove is heated. The sky is getting dark and the snow is getting thicker. Can you take a look at the humble house and drink a glass of warm wine?
10. "Snowy Night"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
I was surprised that the quilt pillow was cold, and the window was bright again.
Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
Translation: I was surprised when I lay on my pillow at night and saw the light from the white snow shining through the window. Late at night, I knew it was snowing heavily because from time to time I could hear the sound of the snow crushing bamboo branches. It's because from time to time you can hear the sound of snow breaking bamboo branches. 6. The ten least famous ancient poems with few words
1. Ode to the Mountain Village, (Song Dynasty) Shaokang Festival. After a trip of two or three miles, there were four or five houses in Yancun.
There are six or seven pavilions with eighty or ninety flowers. 2. "Farewell to Nanpu" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. Farewell to Nanpu is desolate, with the west wind curling up in autumn. I feel heartbroken when I see it, so go and don’t look back.
3. In spring, you can sleep without waking up, and you can hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you can tell how many flowers have fallen. ---------- "Spring Dawn", 4. Good rain knows the season, when Spring is happening. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. ---------- "Spring Night Happy Rain" 5. After all, in June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, The lotus in the sun is particularly red. ---- "Walking off to the forest at dawn from Jingci Temple", 6. The spring silently cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving the clearness and softness. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. ---"Little Pond" 7. The silver candles paint the screen in the cold autumn light, and the small fan flutters at the fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch the Altair and Vega. ---"Autumn Eve" 8. Being a stranger in a foreign land, every day During the festive season, I miss my family even more. I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place and planted dogwood everywhere. One of them is missing. ------- "Remembering the Brothers in Shandong on September 9th" 9. Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and people have disappeared from thousands of paths. I am alone. A man with a coir on his boat, fishing alone in the cold snow on the river. ---------- "Snow on the River" 10. I was surprised that my quilt was cold and my pillow was cold, and I saw the light from the window again. It was late at night and I knew the snow was heavy, and I heard the sound of breaking bamboo.-- ------ "Snowy Night". 7. What are some ancient poems or stories that are not famous but are beautiful?
I have always liked Zhang Jiuling’s poems.
"Feelings"
The orchid leaves are lush in spring, and the osmanthus is bright in autumn.
It is a festive season to be happy with this business.
Who knows that those who live in the forest will feel happy when they hear the wind and sit there.
Plants and trees have their own heart, so why ask for beauty!
"The gift comes from the king"
It comes from the king, and there is no need to worry about the residual machine.
Missing you is like the full moon, whose brightness diminishes every night.
"Feelings"
There are tangerines in the south of the Yangtze River, which are still green in winter.
Is the heating in Yiyi so hot? There is always a chill in my heart.
I can recommend Jiake, but there are many obstacles.
Destiny is only what you encounter, and the cycle cannot be found.
Just say that there are peaches and plums on the tree. Is there no shade in this tree?
"Reply to Lu Li"
Pine leaves can be used as wine, how much can be brewed in spring.
It’s true that the mountain road is far away, even walking in the snow can pass it.
Zhang Jiuling, known as "the last sage prime minister in the prosperous Kaiyuan era", came from a poor family and is not prominent in official and unofficial histories. A half-page biography in the old and new Tang books reveals a magnificent life. Of course, he is not as famous as Li Bai and Du Fu. Among all his poems, only "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" is more famous, and it is the first of the three hundred Tang poems. But my favorite is "Feiyu" (There are red oranges in the south of the Yangtze River)
"Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night.
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep.
I have always felt that his poems are beautiful and artistic. 8. Beautiful but not famous ancient poems
Heart-breaking poems about the past, I am a fool and you don’t know.
You gave birth to me before I was born. I gave birth to you already. I hate that I was born too late. I hate that you were born early. Before you gave birth to me. I gave birth to you already and I hate that I was not born at the same time. I am good to you every day. I gave birth to you before I was born, you gave birth to me and I am already old, I am far away from you, you are separated from me by the corner of the sea, I gave birth to you before I was born, you gave birth to me and I am already old. Butterflies go to find flowers, and they roost on fragrant grass every night.
Red lips Li Qingzhao
Stop playing on the swing,
Get up and straighten your slender hands.
The dew is thick and the flowers are thin,
The sweat is thin and the clothes are light.
Seeing someone coming,
A gold hairpin slips out of a stocking.
He walked away in shame,
leaned against the door and looked back,
but sniffed the green plums.
Seeing all the red rain, who is tying the flower bells for?
(Nalan Xingde)
The world is safe and secure, and it is as good as the Tathagata and not as good as the Lord (Tsangyang Gyatso)
After a desolate farewell, the two agreed, and the most unbearable grudge In the bright moon (Nalan Xingde)
The corridor misses every inch of the ground, and the setting moon becomes a solitary lean. The lamp behind the moon and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart (Nalan Xingde) < /p>
Return a bowl of merciless tears, I wish I could meet you before I shaved my head (Monk Su Manshu)
I hope you will be satisfied~