A poem about reviewing the rise and fall of history 1. What ancient poems describe "historical changes"?
1, the Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes.
Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time.
Said by: Shen's "Linjiang Xian" rolled across the Yangtze River.
The Yangtze River flows eastward and never looks back. Many heroes disappear like flying waves. What is right and wrong, success and failure, are short-lived and not long-lasting.
2. Looking west means hesitating.
Sad Qin and Han dynasties, ten thousand palaces have been made of earth.
From: Bird Yang Hao goat Tongguan nostalgia.
I looked at the ancient capital Chang 'an and thought a lot. Sadly, after passing through the ruins of Qin and Han palaces, I saw countless palaces turned to dust. The feudal dynasty established people to suffer; The feudal dynasty has perished and the people are still suffering.
3, misty rain surprised Watson, and the palace was the old imperial city.
If you ask about the rise and fall of ancient and modern times, please only look at Luoyang City.
Said by: Sima Guang of Song Dynasty, passing through Luoyang Old Town.
Smoke and dust roared, and now there are only a few ancient palaces left in the former imperial city. If people want to know the law of ups and downs through the ages, just look at Luoyang City.
4. There are weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset in Wuyi Lane is oblique.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
From: Tang Yuxi's Wu Yixiang.
The Suzaku Bridge is covered with clumps of weeds and small wild flowers, and the sunset is in broken walls at the corner of Wuyi Lane. Swallows that once built their nests in front of Xie Wang Hall now fly into the homes of ordinary people.
5. Looking around Mount Li, A Fang was on fire. Where did you get the leisure at that time?
I saw that the grass was sparse and the water was lingering. I still hate foggy trees.
From: The Goat Li Shan Nostalgia.
Looking around on Mount Li, Epang Palace has been destroyed by a fire. It was prosperous and rich at that time. Where is it now? I see withered grass and water waves spinning around. The regrets left up to now are like fireworks.
2. Are there any poems that lament the changes of history and times?
Through the ancient city of Luoyang
(Tang) Cui Tu
Thirtieth imperial city, depression is hegemony.
The walls are dilapidated and the remains should gradually disappear.
The wild path leads to the barren garden, and the sorghum reflects the far road.
Lonely people don't ask, but complain coldly.
Through the ancient city of Luoyang
(Song) Sima Guang
one
Four mountains are green, and three rivers are full of flowers.
Spring breeze doesn't know the meaning of rise and fall, and the grass color fills the old city year after year.
Secondly,
Smoke worries and rain screams Watson, and the old imperial capital hangs in the palace.
If you ask about the rise and fall of ancient and modern times, please only look at Luoyang City.
Goat Tongguan nostalgia
(yuan) Zhang
The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road. Looking at Xijing, I hesitated, saddened by the Qin and Han Dynasties, and the palaces and palaces were all covered with soil. Xing, people don't live, die, people don't live!
"Bodhisattva Xia, build a wall in Jiangxi."
(Song) Xin Qiji
How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai.
Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.
Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east.
The river is sad at night, and the partridges are heard in the mountains.
Book of Songs Feng Wang Lishu
He is separated from Xiaomi. He is a seedling of Xiaomi. The line is decadent and the center is shaken.
People who know me worry me; What do I want if you don't know me? Tiandaochang, who is this?
Millet is separated, and the ears of millet are separated. Walking is decadent and the center is drunk.
People who know me worry me; What do I want if you don't know me? Tiandaochang, who is this?
The separation of millet is the reality of millet. Walking decadent, center suffocation.
People who know me worry me; What do I want if you don't know me? Tiandaochang, who is this?
Extended data:
Crossing Luoyang Ancient City is an ancient poem of the same name written by Cui Tu in Tang Dynasty and Sima Guang in Song Dynasty. The old city of Luoyang here refers to the old city of Luoyang in Han and Wei Dynasties and the old city of Luoyang in Sui and Tang Dynasties respectively. "Old Tang Book Geography" contains: In the first year of Sui Daye, Luocheng moved eighteen miles and set up a new capital, which is now the capital.
Cui Tu (854~? ), the word Lishan, is a native of Fuchunjiang, Zhejiang Province today. Tang Xizong was a scholar in the fourth year of Guangqi (888). He has been wandering all his life, wandering in Bashu, Wu Chu, southern Henan, Qinlong and other places, so his poems are mostly about wandering life, with desolate artistic conception. "Complete Tang Poetry" includes 1 volume of Tang poetry.
Sima Guang (1019165438+1October 17-1086) is the son of Sima Chi. Han nationality, a native of Guangshan County, Henan Province, was born in Sushui Town, Xiaxian County, Shaanxi Province (now Xiaxian County, Shanxi Province), and was known as Mr. Sushui in the world. Sima Guang was a politician, writer and historian in the Northern Song Dynasty. Born in Renzong, Yingzong, Zongshen and Zhezong Dynasties, he died in Taishi, Wenguogong, History and other countries. He presided over the compilation of the first chronicle general history in the history of China-"Learning from the Same Experience". Sima Guang is gentle, humble and upright, and his personality under Confucian education is exemplary and has always been admired by people.
Reference link: Baidu Encyclopedia-Passing through Luoyang Ancient City
3. Poems that lament the rise and fall
There are too many poems lamenting the rise and fall! Li Yu, Li Qingzhao, Lu You and Wen Tianxiang.
Here are a few poems by Li Yu (Li Yu is a pustule in governing the country, but a first-class master in lyrics): butterfly lovers stayed in the pavilion for a long night, first visited Tomb-Sweeping Day, and gradually became sentimental about spring; The rain stopped and the wind stopped, and the hazy moonlight clouds came and went. Peach and plum are black in spring. Who is whispering in the swing and laughter? There are many hearts, and there is no place to arrange them on earth. The rain outside the sand curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Yi can't stand the cold for five miles. I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, but I am insatiable all day. I'm not alone! The vast mountains and rivers are easier to see when it is difficult than when it is not difficult. The flowing water fades and spring comes, and heaven and earth also. It is too hasty to see Lin Huanhua wither in spring, but it is helpless to come in the cold rain and come in the evening breeze. When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Natural people hate water when they grow up! If you have nothing to say when you meet each other, you will go to the West Building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. Constant cutting and rational confusion are the feelings of parting, especially the general taste. When is the autumn moon in the young woman's spring flowers? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the countryside in the moonlight was terrible. The carved stone fence and jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it. I wonder how sad you can be, just like a river flowing eastward. What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes.
Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny. The past is empty, still like a dream.
Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow.
You can't sit on an equal footing. The world flows with water, which is a dream.
Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable. In the past 40 years, the country has been home, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles.
Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi. I've known him several times.
Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time. The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and there is still a farewell song in the teaching workshop.
Tears for Gong E's wandering past is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange the scenery.
Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality.
On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai! It's heartbreaking that qingping music doesn't come to the spring half.
The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true.
The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further. Huanxi yarn turns into a candle, floating like a dream. If you want to find the past and make people sad, God's wish is against your body.
The moon pool is empty and the pavilions are shaded by flowers, so you will not hesitate to take more clothes when you board the ship. After Xie Xinen left Airbus, the painting hall was half-hidden, and Lin Feng was tired at night.
The crescent moon in the small building looks back from the fiber. In Chunguang Town, people go to the empty building and people go to the old building. Why hate the poor? The golden window is sleepy and careless.
A strong flute woke up graceful. He is the twelfth brother of the king of Zheng. The east wind blows water and enjoys it in spring.
Lovelorn, drunk, drunk in my dream. Her voice is silent and she doesn't make up at night. Who should make the whole thing beautiful? I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk.
The wind in Yu Meiren has returned to the yard, and the willow eye continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a crescent moon.
The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow.
Three sets make you sleepless, get dressed and go out. The autumn moon is cold and bamboo is cold, and the night wind cuts the window.
The red sun in Huanxisha is three feet high, and the golden furnace adds fragrance to the beast twice, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles step by step. Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum.
In Lou Yu's evening makeup in spring, bright muscles appear, and moths file in the Spring Hall. Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress.
Who smells better in the wind, drunk. Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple.
To make matters worse, the broom and the hairpin, with pink faces, met temporarily among the flowers. Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it.
Fragrance is an ear, wax is a tear, like the hearts of two people. Pillow fatigue, kam cold, sleep more disabled.
Bodhisattva, the moon is bright and the fog is light. Just go to Lang's side today! Step by step, step by step, holding golden shoes. See you at the south bank of the gallery, always shivering.
It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful. Penglai courtyard is also closed to the Tiantai girl, and the painting hall sleeps day and night.
Cui Yunguang threw the pillow and embroidered clothes smelled strange fragrance. The hidden beads lock and move, feeling the dream of the silver screen.
With a slow smile on his face, he looks forward to it infinitely. Copper spring rhyme is crisp and powerful, and the new sound is slow and fine.
Eyes are black, eyes are flowing. Rain clouds are deeply embroidered, and when they come, they will be harmonious.
The banquet was empty again, and the migrating Yinger Xiaoyue fell down in the dream, speechless and leaning on the pillow. Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare.
The warblers are whispering, the flowers are scattered, and the solitary painting hall is deep in the courtyard. Red Hugh swept Iraq, leaving the dancers to return.
Sauvignon Blanc has clouds, jade has shuttles, shirts are thin and snails are light. There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long. I just put on my evening makeup, so I will pay more attention to my heavy sandalwood.
Show people a lilac, sing a clear song, and temporarily lead the cherry to break. The sleeves are dark in color, and the cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash.
Embroidered bed leans on jiao without that, chewing red velvet and laughing. It is better to look at the flowers than to wait for the old branches.
The light green jade is soft and clear, and the surface of the floating lamp is clear. Why don't you laugh frequently and ban the garden for the Spring Festival Evening?
The drunkard's intention is not wine, but poetry has become an industry. The backyard flowers are broken, Yushu backyard, Yao grass makeup mirror.
Last year's flowers were not old, but they are round again this month. Impartiality, harmony between the flowers and the moon, and heaven teaches teenagers.
(or for Feng Yansi) The fisherman's waves are full of snow, and the peaches and plums are silent. A pot of wine and a rod of nylon. How many people are there in the world? Another spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook.
Flowers are full of Zhu, wine is full of Europe, and you are comfortable in the waves. There are even more leaking willows, fine spring rains and leaking flowers.
Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge. The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy.
Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing. Willow branches are getting old and ashamed of spring, and the soul feels old everywhere; Thank you, long street seems to know each other, and forced the smoke ear to brush his head.
Before Ruan Langgui went to Sangting, she chased Hongying in spring and danced. When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows.
The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash. Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream.
Practice makes the deep courtyard quiet, the small courtyard empty and the cold anvil blows intermittently. But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.
The juggler's hair is messy, his evening makeup is incomplete, and his eyebrows are gone with hatred. Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears? Mulberries were picked late to attack the golden well phoenix tree, and several trees were shocked in autumn.
Rain brings new sadness. A hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook.
Joan's window broke through two moths, looking back at the edge, wanting to send scales to swim, and the nine cold waves did not flow back. Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Jubloom, chrysanthemum.