Wen Tianxiang: "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"
After a hard encounter, only a few stars were scattered around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind flutters, and the life experience is ups and downs.
Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.
This poem is full of sorrow and sorrow, lamenting both the fate of the country and itself, exaggerating the hatred of the family and the country, the hardships and hardships to the extreme, but in the last sentence, it turns from sadness to strength, from depression to elation, and it has become a famous line through the ages.
Lin Bu: "Little Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden"
All the flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly is like a soul-destroying soul that knows how to unite.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don’t need the sandalwood board to touch the golden statue.
The author roamed the Yangtze River and Huaihe River when he was young. After he was more than 40 years old, he lived in seclusion in the West Lake of Hangzhou and stayed in the lonely mountain of Lu. He liked plum blossoms and cranes, and said that he took plum blossoms as his wife and cranes as his sons. He wrote many poems about plum blossoms in his life. This is the most famous poem, especially the famous couplet.
Lu You: "Book of Anger"
I knew at an early age that things were difficult, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain.
The building boat crosses Guazhou in the snowy night, and the iron horse disperses in the strong autumn wind.
I walled the Great Wall and promised myself that it would be empty, but the faded hair on my temples was already stained in the mirror.
If you are a master, you can show your true name in the world. Who can be compared to others in a thousand years?
Close to the word "angry", the first half is used to describe the ambition and determination to regain the lost land in the early years, while the second half laments that time will never come again and ambition is hard to achieve.
Yan Shu: "Untitled"
The incense carriages on the oil wall no longer meet, and the gorge clouds leave no trace of the west and east.
The moon is melting in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkin pond.
After a few days of loneliness and drinking, I was desolate and stopped smoking.
Why should I send the fish book? The water is far away and the mountains have the same advantages.
This is a love song. The poet and his lover were forced to separate for some reason, leaving behind endless lovesickness. The poem is simply captivating.
Lu You: "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
The world has been as thin as gauze for many years, so who makes people ride horses in Beijing?
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
The short paper is laid slantingly, making grass, and the fine breasts are played in the clear window to share the tea.
Wearing plain clothes, don’t sigh in the dust. It’s still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival.
This song changes from Lu Fangweng's heroic style and expresses his inner helplessness with graceful brushwork. Although he is helpless, he does not give up easily. Therefore, through the words, you can vaguely see an unyielding character. original image.
Song Qi: "Falling Flowers"
Everyone is hurt when they fall and turn red, and they forget each other in the mist of the brothel.
When I fly back and dance in the wind, my face is still half-dressed.
Visitors from all over the world return home with tears in their eyes, while people from Zhangtai remove their bones and leave behind their fragrance.
Perhaps there is no intention to pass on the two butterflies, and I will give my love and honey room.
Looking at the falling flowers and thinking of the beauty, people will cherish the flowers, and the flowers will also cherish themselves; if the flowers can cherish themselves, how can people be embarrassed? A kind of sadness arises spontaneously.
Chen Yuyi: "Shangchun"
There is nothing the temple can do to pacify the army, so sit down and let the sweet spring shine on the evening peak.
At first, all the monsters heard about war horses, but they didn’t know that they could only see flying dragons in the sea.
The frost hair of Gu Chen is three thousand feet long, and the fireworks weigh ten thousand every year.
I am a little happy at Xiangyan Pavilion in Changsha, but the tired soldiers dare to attack the Dog-Yangfeng.
Although the title is "Sad for Spring", it is actually sentimental about the current situation. The poems are powerful and melancholy, full of sorrow and anger, ups and downs, and full of patriotic sentiments.
Ouyang Xiu: "A Reply to Yuan Zhen"
The spring breeze does not reach the end of the world, and there are no flowers in the mountain city in February.
There are still oranges on the branches under the heavy snow, and the bamboo shoots are about to sprout due to the freezing thunder.
When I hear the news at night, I feel homesick for the returning geese, and when I am ill, I feel the splendor of things in the new year.
I was once a guest of flowers in Luoyang. Even though the wild fragrance is late, there is no need to complain.
This poem describes the scenery and emotions in a simple and natural language. It seems to be a casual description, but the meaning is complete. The neglect of the environment does not dampen his high aspirations, and the poem expresses his philosophical thinking about life.
Huang Tingjian: "Ascending the Kuai Pavilion"
Chi'er has left the family affairs, and the east and west of the Kuai Pavilion rely on Wanqing.
Thousands of fallen trees and mountains, the sky is far and wide, and the moon is clearly visible along the Chengjiang River.
Zhu Xian has become a beautiful woman, and his blue eyes are full of wine.
After returning to the boat after thousands of miles to play the flute, I am in alliance with the white gull.
Civil servants in the Song Dynasty seemed to be no different from today. They would invite friends to get together eight hours away, but the friends were no longer around, so they could only drink and relax alone