0 1. Lisao Quyuan
Emperor Levin is a descendant of Miao nationality, and I am the emperor Kao Boyong. I went to Meng Xi with my virginity, but Geng Yin and I surrendered. Huang Lan went to Jiaming for the first time:
The name Yu is formal, but the word Yu is both.
Fenwu has both inner beauty and self-cultivation. Hu Jiang left with Bi, thinking that she was admirable. If I am not as good as me, I am afraid that my age is not with me.
Mulan Xi in the morning and maize in the evening.
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Driving the Eight Dragons is graceful and elegant, holding the cloud flag like a snake. Gao Chi's charm is to restrain ambition and be cautious. Play "Nine Songs" and dance "Shao" and talk about holidays for fun.
When I was promoted to emperor, I suddenly came to my hometown.
The servant is sadder than Mahuai, but he can't help it. Chaos said, "What a pity! Nobody in the whole country knows me, so why go to my old capital!
I will live in Peng Xianjia, since I am not satisfied with the beauty of politics! "
Note: Some sentences and words are different in different versions (words in the whole poem: 2888 lines: 188). The title of Qu Yuan's masterpiece Chu Ci,
With more than 370 sentences and more than 2,400 words, it is the longest political lyric poem in ancient China. Mr. Lu Xun once praised it as "one word, an outstanding life" and gave it a high evaluation. In a word, Chu Ci, which was initiated by Qu Yuan, together with The Book of Songs, constitutes the two major sources of China's poetry and even the whole China literature, and has exerted an infinite influence on later literature. Li Sao is not only a treasure of China literature, but also a treasure of world literature.
02. Peacock flies southeast
Preface: Liu, the wife of a petty official in Lujiang Prefecture, was sent by Zhong Qing's mother and vowed not to marry. His family forced him to drown. When Zhong Qing heard about it, he hanged himself in the courtyard tree. When people hurt them, it is a poem.
Peacocks fly southeast and wander for five miles.
At the age of thirteen, I can weave, and at the age of fourteen, I can learn to tailor. Fifteen plays and sixteen poems. Seventeen years old is the wife of a gentleman, and her heart is often bitter and sad. Since you are a government official, you are loyal to your chastity. My concubine has a spare room, and we often meet less and less. Chickens crow into the weave and can't rest every night. It's too late to tame five horses in three days, my Lord. If you don't knit late, your wife will have a hard time! I can't bear to be driven away, but there's nothing I can do. You can give it away for free, and you can go back in time. "
When the officials heard this, they said to their grandmother in class, "My son lost his property, but I am glad to have this woman back. Tie a knot with a pillow mat and make friends with you. * * * That was two or three years ago, and it didn't take long. There is no deviation in female lines, why not thick? "
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When officials heard about it, they knew they would be separated. Wandering under the courtyard tree, hanging from the southeast branch.
The two families asked to be buried together, next to Huashan Mountain. Pine and cypress are planted in the east and west, and phoenix trees are planted in the left and right. Branches cover each other and leaves communicate with each other. There are two birds in the forest, calling themselves Yuanyang. Raise your head and sing to each other, reaching the fifth watch every night. Pedestrians stop to listen, widows hesitate. Thank you, future generations, and don't forget to be careful.
Peacock Flying to the Southeast was first seen in Volume I of Xin Yutai Fu compiled by Xu Ling (507-583) of Chen State in the Southern Dynasties. The original name of Yuefu Poetry Collection is Jiao Zhongqing's Wife. Now the first sentence of this poem is generally used as the title. This narrative poem "Peacock Flying Southeast" has more than 350 sentences, 1700 words, which is the representative work of Han Yuefu folk songs. Peacock Flying Southeast was originally a folk creation in Jian 'an period, which may be revised by later generations in the long-term circulation process. Peacock Flying Southeast is the first long narrative poem in the history of China literature, the longest narrative poem in the ancient history of China, and one of the glorious poems in the ancient folk literature of China. Peacock flies to the southeast and Mulan poems in the Southern and Northern Dynasties are also called "both Yuefu and narrative poems". Later, together with Peacock Flying Southeast, Mulan Poem and Wei Zhuang's Poem of Fu Qin, it was called "Three Wonders of Yuefu".
03. "Into the Wine" Li Bai
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! .
Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! ：
Are bells and drums rich or not? I hope I will never wake up when I am drunk.
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .
Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.
"Tang Poetry" says that "those who read Li's poems are far away from the gods in large and medium-sized schools, and they are immortal." This article is enough.
04. Tian Wenqu Yuan
Who preached it at the beginning of ancient times? The top and bottom are shapeless, how to test them? Who can be extremely clever? Feng Yi just likes it. How did you know?
Obviously, but when?
The combination of yin and yang, what is this? Hey, it's nine times. Which one is it? But what did you do? Who did it first?
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What does the emperor want when he is strict and does not serve? He Yun, at the hidden point? Jing Xun is a teacher. How long has her husband been?
What can I say if I change my mind after enlightenment?
Guangwu fought for his country, but after a long time, he won. Why did He Huan write a poem after Lushe Mountain? I'm telling you, it won't take long to block ao. Why try to give yourself, and your loyalty will be known to everyone?
Tian Wen is a very unique poem among all kinds of Chinese and foreign literary works. This is because this work is an unprecedented literary form. It is completely composed of questions from beginning to end, which makes people interested in reading and has no boring feeling. Tian Wen is Qu Yuan's masterpiece, with 373 sentences and 1560 words. Liu Xianting, a scholar in Qing Dynasty, praised it as "a masterpiece through the ages" in the Annotation to Lisao Classic.
05. When will there be a bright moon? Su Shi
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?
I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.
It's too cold up there.
Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
"When will the bright moon come?" It is one of Su Shi's representative works, which is highly respected and loved by later generations. This word is a good sentence, because of its beautiful artistic conception, rich philosophy and touching emotion, no one has sung it since then.
This is a unique and famous poem. The ancients commented that the first half of a word was "the pen of a fairy" (the first word was kindness and modesty), but the whole style was different. Many critics think that it is the "Tian Wen" in Ci, with Li Bai's immortal heart. Hu Zai said in Tiaoxi Fishing and Conceiving Conghua: "The Mid-Autumn Festival words have been abandoned since Dongpo's Shuidiao Getou came out." It has always been regarded as the swan song of Mid-Autumn Festival Ci.
06. Qinyuanchun XueMao Zedong
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.
Look at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, it is so vast;
When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum.
The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height.
When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight!
This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.
Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent;
Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish.
Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.
These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.
His poetic style is vigorous and magnificent, and Wang Yang is unrestrained and dripping, showing the demeanor of a great man and a king, giving people artistic enjoyment with strength and beauty, which is absolutely amazing. Mr. Fan Wenlan called the word "heroic and majestic, and the words used were profound and delicate. Not only did Su Xin bow down, but he was also rated as the first in the word." Mr Liu Yazi said, "After reading, sighing is China's first ear since he wrote a poem. Although Su Hexin still can't help but listen, what is this? " He also said: "Mao Runzhi's" Qinyuanchun "was a smash hit, and I pushed it to be a swan song." "Spring and Snow in Qinyuan" makes us appreciate a kind of beauty, which is a real guide, a real inspiring writing style and a real stroke of genius. This is the best in poetry, you can only dream, but you can't deliberately carve it; This is an eternal swan song, originated from the eruption of inspiration, which can be met but not sought. Where is the peak of China's poetry? Li Bai's "Into the Wine" can be compared to Kunlun, Su Shi's "Shuidiao Tou" can be compared to Taihang, and "Qinyuanchun Snow" is a well-deserved Mount Everest!
07. "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia" Su Shi
Gone forever, the waves are rough. Romantic figures through the ages. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. Rocks and clouds are falling, waves are hitting the shore and thousands of piles of snow are being rolled up. As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time!
Think back to Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao just got married, he was handsome, holding a feather fan and wearing a black silk scarf. He talked and laughed, and it's all over. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Things are like a dream, a bottle or a month.
Su Shi's poem Niannujiao is undoubtedly a masterpiece of Song Ci. Such a high foothold and delicate writing of historical figures are rare not only in the ci world, but also in the poetry country. This word is full of emotions from ancient times to the present, vigorous and desolate, majestic and high-spirited, bringing people into picturesque scenery and profound historical meditation. This masterpiece, known as "the swan song of the ages", is the most widely circulated and influential work in Song Ci, and also the most outstanding representative of bold and unconstrained Ci.
08. "Three Officials and Three Farewells" Du Fu
Wedding farewell
Tussah silk is attached to hemp, so it is not long. It is better to abandon the roadside than to marry a woman and ask for a husband.
If you get married, you won't warm your bed. It is too hasty to say goodbye at dusk.
Although your trip is not far, keep the border and go to Heyang. Why should I worship my aunt when my body is not clear?
When my parents raised me, they made me hide day and night. If you have a daughter, you will get a chicken and a dog.
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Li Shihao
At dusk, officials arrested people at night. The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch.
No matter how angry officials are, why do women cry! Before listening to his wife's speech: three men are guarding Yecheng.
One man attached a book, and two men died. Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead!
There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson. And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out.
Although an old woman is weak, please come back at night. If you are in a hurry to serve Shirley in the river and Yang, you might as well prepare the meal in the morning.
The night is long and silent, like crying and choking. Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.
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Du Fu's poems are known as "the history of poetry". The famous Three Officials and Three Farewells are the core parts of The History of Poetry, the absolute representative works of Du Fu and the typical works of China's realistic poetry. "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells" refer to Xin 'an officials, Tongguan officials, Shi Haoguan officials, newly married, resigned and homeless.
These six poems were written by Du Fu in a planned and arranged way in March of the second year of Gan Yuan (759), so they entered the list in the form of a group of poems. In March of that year, 600,000 troops of the Tang Dynasty were defeated by Yecheng, and the national situation was very critical. The ruler carried out an unrestricted, unorganized and inhuman policy of the Royal Air Force. Du Fu witnessed these phenomena with his own eyes and wrote these six poems with contradictory and painful feelings. "
09. Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Bai Juyi's poems have the greatest influence in Japan. He is Japan's favorite poet of the Tang Dynasty. His poems are often quoted by Japanese classical novels. It can be said that Bai Juyi is the pinnacle of China's poems in the Tang Dynasty in the Japanese mind. Bai Juyi, Li Bai, Du Fu, Liu Yuxi, and How are also called "Poets".
If Bai Juyi's masterpieces are only Song of Eternal Sorrow and Pipa, or even only one of them, it will be as isolated and unique as Zhang's Moonlit Night on a Spring River without losing its poetic title.
10. Pipa Travel Bai Juyi
Small order
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, seeing off guests in Songpukou and listening to those who play the pipa in the middle of the night will have the clank of iron in Kyoto. Asked male, Ben Chang 'an advocates women, learns the pipa from the old and faded Mu and Cao, and devotes himself to being a good girl. Then he ordered wine and asked Aauto Quicker to play some songs. When I was young, I told myself my happiness. Now I am wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of long sentences and songs, every 616 words are called pipa xing.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he has been frustrated all his life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
Slowly twist and pick again, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river. Put it thoughtfully on the strings and straighten out the clothes.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Qu Ba often teaches good talents to serve, and she pretends to be Qiu Niangju. Wuling teenagers fight for their heads, and a song gives countless rolls of red silk.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. Go to Jiangkou and ask for an empty boat. It will be cold around the boat.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she will dream of her victory, and her makeup will turn red and her tears will dry up. Her first guitar note made me sigh, and I heard it again.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. The humidity near Cannes is very low, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
Song of Eternal Sorrow and Pipa Travel are really two peaks in the sky. Tang Xuanzong praised him and said, "The child can recite the Song of Eternal Sorrow, but Hu Er can play the pipa. (Throughout the ages are famous, famous. )
1 1. Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,
Is there frost already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
I sank again and suddenly remembered home.
Hu Yinglin, a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, said that Hu Yinglin said: "Taibai's quatrains are all written in words, and the so-called unintentional workers have no work." Wang Shimao thinks: "Violet (Li Bai) and Dragon Label (Wang Changling) were the only two schools in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Li is more natural, former residence. " This song "Silent Night Thinking" is such a sample list, so Hu specially proposed it as "the wonder of ancient and modern times". This poem is very popular, and it can be found everywhere in the Tang Dynasty.