1. An ancient text about integrity, about 160 words without punctuation
Inscription on a humble house
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
The mountain is not here If you are tall, you will be famous if you are an immortal. If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. The moss marks are green on the upper steps, and the grass color is green on the curtains. There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people when coming and going. You can tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Sutra. There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious shape of case documents. Zhugelu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi. Confucius said: What is so shameful?
The theory of love for lotus
Song Dynasty: Zhou Dunyi
The flowers of land and water are very lovely. Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang, people have loved peonies very much. I only love the lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained, washes the ripples clear without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches. (Sheng Ai 1: Sheng Ai)
I say chrysanthemum, the flower that represents seclusion; peony, the flower that represents wealth; lotus, the flower that represents the gentleman. Alas! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard of after Tao. Who can share the love of the lotus? The love of peony is suitable for everyone!
Buju
Pre-Qin: Qu Yuan
Qu Yuan was released and was not allowed to see him again for three years. He knows how to be loyal but is obstructed by slander. Feeling upset and confused, not knowing what to do. Then he went to see Zheng Zhanyin, the Taibu, and said, "I have some doubts, and I would like Mr. Yin to resolve it." Zhan Yin then gave instructions on how to brush the turtle and said, "How can you teach me?"
Qu Yuan said, "I Is it better to spend money and be simple and loyal, and will be sent to work, is this infinite?
"Is it better to hoe weeds and cultivate with strength, or to travel to the master to become famous? Would you rather endanger yourself by speaking out truth, or live by stealing from the worldly wealth? Would you rather be aloof and exalted in order to keep the truth? Would you rather be a scholar and serve a woman? Is it better to be honest and upright in order to clean oneself, or to make the protruding ladder funny, as fat as Wei, in order to clean the couplets?
"Would it be better to be as high as a horse thousands of miles away? Would it be better to be like a cattail in the water, riding up and down with the waves, trying to steal my body? Would it be better to be as yoke-yielding as a horse, or to follow the trail of a slave horse? If you compete with the yellow swan, will you compete with the chicken swan for food?
"Which one is good or bad?" Where to go?
"The world is turbid and unclear: a cicada's wing is heavy and a thousand junctures are light; the yellow bell is destroyed and the tile cauldron thunders; the slanderer is high and the wise man is nameless. I sigh silently, who knows what I am doing "Integrity and Zhen!"
Zhan Yin thanked him and said: "The ruler is short, the inch is long; the things are insufficient, the wisdom is unclear; the numbers are not grasped, and the mind is not clear. Use your heart and do your will. Gui Cecheng cannot know this." 2. What are the ancient poems of about 150 words? 1. Author of "Dan Ge Xing": Cao Cao of the Eastern Han Dynasty 1. The whole poem is about drinking and singing, the geometry of life! Like morning dew, it will be more painful every day.
Generosity should be treated with generosity, and worries will be unforgettable. How to relieve worries? Only Du Kang.
Green Zi Jin, my heart is leisurely. But for your sake, I still ponder it.
The deer roars, eating apples in the wild. I have a guest who plays the drum, harp, and sheng.
It’s as bright as the moon, when can you shake it off? Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off. The more unfamiliar you are, the more you cross the border, the more useless you are.
Let's talk about it, thinking about old kindness. The moon and stars are few and far between, and magpies are flying south.
Walking around the tree three times, where is the branch to lean on? The mountains never get too high and the sea never gets too deep. The Duke of Zhou vomits food, and the world returns to its heart.
2. Translation: Drink and sing at the same time, life is short and the days and months fly by. Just like the morning dew, it is fleeting and there are too many lost days! The singing at the banquet was passionate and generous, and melancholy filled my heart for a long time.
What can you rely on to relieve depression? Only binge drinking can provide relief. Those students in green collars, you make me yearn for you day and night.
It’s just because of you that I still recite it in pain. Under the sunshine, the deer chirped happily and ate leisurely on the green slope.
Once talented people from all over the world come to my house, I will play the harp and sheng to entertain the guests. When will I be able to pick up the bright moon hanging in the sky? The sorrow and anger I have stored in my heart suddenly spurt out and form a river.
Guests from far away came to visit me one by one along the field roads. After a long absence, they reunited for a heart-to-heart talk and a banquet, vying to tell the story of their past friendship.
The moonlight was bright and the stars were sparse, and a group of nesting magpies flew south. They flew around the tree three times without folding their wings. Where can they find a place to stay? The mountains are majestic only if they do not abandon the earth and rocks, and the sea is majestic only if it does not abandon the trickling water.
I would like to be as courteous as the Duke of Zhou, and I would like the heroes in the world to surrender to me sincerely. 2. "Will Enter the Wine" Author: Li Bai of Tang Dynasty 1. Complete poem If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, and it will never return to the sea.
If you don’t see me, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening. If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking. I sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.
Bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time. In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.
In the old days, King Chen had a banquet, drinking and drinking, and had a lot of fun. What does the master mean if he has less money? It is up to you to sell it.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and we will sell the eternal sorrow with you. 2. Translation You can see that the water of the Yellow River flows down from the sky, and the waves roll straight towards the East China Sea and never return.
You can see the pale hair in the high hall mirror. In the morning, it is full of black hair, and in the evening it is like snow. When you are proud in life, enjoy the joy to the fullest and don't let the golden cup be empty to face the bright moon.
Heaven has created me, and I will be useful. Even if I scatter all the gold, I will still get it again. Let me enjoy the joy of cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, and don’t drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, drink quickly and don’t stop.
I sing a song for all my friends sitting here. Please listen carefully. Such wealth as Zhong Le Food is not rare. I would like to be drunk forever and never wake up.
Saints and benevolent people have been silent since ancient times. Only those who are good at drinking have left a good reputation. At that time, Chen Wang Cao Zhiping held a banquet optimistically, and they drank happily. A bucket of fine wine was worth ten thousand yuan.
Master, why do you say you don’t have much money anymore? Just bring me some wine and let me drink with my friends. No matter whether it's a precious five-flowered horse or a fox fur fur, quickly ask the waiter to take it all and exchange it for fine wine. Let's drink with you to dissolve this eternal sorrow.
3. "Yangzhou Slow·Huaizuo Famous Capital" Author: Jiang Kui of the Song Dynasty 1. Complete poem Chunxi Bingshen solstice, I passed Weiyang. It's snowing at night, and I can see the shepherd's wheat.
When you enter the city, you will see the depression all around, the cold water turns green, the dusk gradually rises, and the garrison horns groan sadly. I feel sad and sigh about the past and present, because I live this song by myself.
The old man Qianyan thought there was a sadness in "millet separation". The famous capital of Huaizuo, a good place in Zhuxi, where Xie An Shao was stationed in the first journey.
Ten miles away in the spring breeze, all the shepherds and wheat are green. Since Hu Ma peeked into the river, the trees and trees in the pond were abandoned, and they were still tired of talking about soldiers.
It is getting dusk, the clear corners are blowing cold, and everyone is in the empty city. Du Langjun rewarded him, but now he is so serious that he should be shocked.
Despite Cardamom's lyrical skills, Dream of a Brothel is good, but it is difficult to express deep feelings. The Twenty-Four Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and the cold moon is silent.
If you read the red medicine beside the bridge, you will know who you are born for every year. 2. Translation On the winter solstice in Bingshen month of the Chunxi year, I passed through Yangzhou. It was snowing at night and it was clearing up. As far as the eye could see, it was all weeds and wheat.
Entering Yangzhou, there was a depression, the river was green and cold, the sky was getting late, and the desolate horn sounded in the city. I felt sad in my heart and lamented the changes in Yangzhou City in the past and present, so I composed this tune.
Mr. Qianyan believed that this poem had the sad connotation of "Mi Li". Yangzhou is a famous metropolis on the east side of the Huaihe River. I took off my saddle and stopped at the beautiful residence of Zhuxi Pavilion. This was the first step of the journey.
In the past, it was a prosperous scene with a spring breeze of ten miles, but now I see that it is covered with buckwheat leaves and green grass. Since the Jin soldiers invaded the Yangtze River and returned, they have abandoned the ponds and gardens and cut down the trees. I still hate talking about the old military use.
The weather gradually entered dusk, and the desolate horn blew the cold air. This was all in Yangzhou City after the disaster. Du Mu has excellent taste. He expected that he would be surprised when he came here again today.
Even if the words "Cardamom" are exquisite and the poetry of Dreams in the Brothel is very good, it is difficult to express deep feelings. The Twenty-Four Bridge is still there, but the waves in the river under the bridge are mighty, the moonlight is cold, and everything is silent.
I miss the red peony beside the bridge, but I know for whom it blooms every year! 4. "Six Prefectures Getou·Looking across the Changhuai River" Author: Zhang Xiaoxiang of the Song Dynasty 1. Complete poem "Looking across the Changhuai River, the barrier is vast and flat." The dust is dark, the frosty wind is strong, and there is a quiet sound.
Dark sales and condensation. Looking back on the events of the past, it is almost impossible to count the days and cannot be done by human power; the place where the strings and songs are played on the Zhusi River is also smelly.
In the village across the river, the setting sun shines under the cattle and sheep, and the areas are scattered vertically and horizontally. Watching the famous king hunting at night, riding fire and clearing the river, and the mournful sound of drums and drums is shocking.
Thinking of the arrow in the waist, the sword in the box, and the beetle in the sky, how can it be achieved! Time is easy to lose, the heart is weak, and the year is about to disappear. Miao Shen Jing.
Qian Yu Fang Huaiyuan, quietly beacon fire, and cease the troops. The envoys of the crown and cover are all chasing each other, as if it is love! I heard that the old man from the Central Plains often looked south, green and bright.
When travelers come here, they are filled with anger and tears. 2. Translation Standing on the long bank of the Huaihe River and looking into the distance, the wild grass on the pass is a flat and vast wilderness.
The dust of the Northern Expedition has dimmed, the cold autumn wind is blowing hard, and the silence on the border fortress is quiet. I stood there intently, feeling gloomy.
Looking back at the collapse of the Central Plains in those days, I am afraid that it was God’s destiny and could not be reversed by manpower; the Zhu River and Si River where Confucius disciples studied, and the country of ritual and music where strings and songs were exchanged with Qin, have also become Shan A fishy piece. Facing the enemy's felt tent across the river, the sun sets at dusk. 3. About one hundred and twenty words of classical Chinese texts
>(Grade 1 text)
Ancient scholars must have teachers. A teacher is the one who preaches the truth, receives karma and resolves doubts. People are not born with knowledge, how can they be free from confusion? If you are confused and do not follow the teacher, it is confusion, and you will not be able to understand it in the end. If you are born before me, you must have heard the Tao before me, so I will learn from you. If you are born after me, if you are born after me, you must also learn the Tao before me, and I will learn from you. My teacher, do you know who was born to me one year or another? Therefore, there is neither high nor low, neither long nor short. Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists.
Sigh! It’s been a long time since teachers’ teachings were passed on! It’s hard to be clear of confusion! The ancient saints were also far away from others, and they still asked if they were teachers. Today's people are also far away from the saints, and they are ashamed to learn from their teachers. Therefore, the saint will benefit the saint, and the fool will benefit the fool. Is this why saints are saints and fools are fools? If you love your son, you will choose a teacher and teach him; if you are concerned about your son, you will be ashamed of the teacher and confused. The teacher of that boy,
teaches readers the book and then learns its sentences, is not what I call someone who teaches his way and solves his confusion. I don’t know how to read a sentence, and I don’t understand the confusion. It’s either a teacher, or it’s not a primary school but a big legacy. I haven’t seen the clarity. A man of witchcraft, medicine, music, and craftsmanship, he is not ashamed to be a physiognomist. The clan of scholar-bureaucrats would gather in groups and laugh at those who said "master" or "disciple". When asked, he said: "He is similar to that year, and the way is similar. A low position is shameful, and a high official is close to flattery." Woohoo! The way of a teacher can no longer be known. Gentlemen despise a man who is a man of witchcraft, medicine, music and craftsmanship, but now his wisdom is beyond his reach. How strange that is! The saint is the teacher of impermanence. Confucius studied under Tanzi, Changhong, Xiang and Laodan. The disciples of Tanzi were not as wise as Confucius. Confucius said: When three people are walking together, there must be my teacher. Therefore, the disciple does not have to be inferior to the master, and the master does not have to be better than the disciple. There is a priority in learning the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art, that's all.
Zi Pan, a seventeen-year-old son of the Li family, was good at ancient prose and had a thorough knowledge of all six classics and classics. Yu Jiaqi was able to practice the ancient way, and he taught it as a teacher to teach him.
ps. There seem to be too many words in this one, so I’m going to introduce a concise one, take your pick.
"Inscription on the Humble Room" (junior high school text)
If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual.
This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. The moss marks are green on the upper steps, and the grass color is green on the curtains.
There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people in communication. You can tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Sutra.
No messy ears of silk and bamboo, no laborious shape of case documents. Zhugelu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi.
Confucius said: What is so shameful? 4. A Song poem of more than 160 words
Preface to the Cry of an Oriole? The Sentiment of Mourning
I have experienced several years of summer and cold in my life, and I am young at the right time.
Along the willow road, flying catkins and the setting sun are like bathing in snow and bathing in the sunset.
Swallows are singing, dancing around, and smiling with their curved eyebrows and jade fingers pointing to cherries.
Broken corridor bridge, tears of separation, dependence on each other is unpredictable.
In the middle of winter in the north of Saibei, there is the ancient road in Qichi and the river in Fangge Mountain.
Frost cups wine, snow blows into knives, and the smoke of war roars.
Looking at the sky cliff, the cold stars accompany the moon, reflecting the silver armor, and the blood shines brightly.
The water is cold, the armor is broken, and the sorrow is sheathed.
Ten years of battlefield, hundreds of miles of lonely graves, war drums and golden trumpets.
The letter of the horse is reported, and the sound of triumph has arrived. Although the victory is won, it is especially wounded. The broken sword and the soul are dead, which cannot be expressed in any book.
The general takes off his armor, the flat boat is covered with water, and the green reeds and lotus flowers are arranged in the wind. Recalling the past, holding hands and smiling.
In the old land of Chen Township, I only heard the chirping of chimes, but saw no smoke.
An old friend told me that when the jade is damaged, the fragrance disappears, and the tone of Western poetry is broken.
Leaning on the railing and hanging, the years are hard to grow old,
The fallen leaves are falling, the autumn rain is invisible, and the empty bottle is silent.
The red door is locked, and the hair is as white as paint. From now on, I forget about my freedom. I only think about my voice and appearance in Xiaozhuang Tower.
The wind is blowing and the road is clear. I have been with you forever, so please don’t disturb me. 5. Ancient poetry and calligraphy works of about 160 words are urgent
Generally, you can collect N Tang poems, or write ancient long couplets, such as Kunming Daguan Tower Couplet (180 words): The Kunming Daguan Tower Long Couplet is from Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty Sun Beard, a famous figure in Kunming during that time, wrote the poem inspired by his visit to the Grand View Tower. The full couplet is as follows: Five hundred miles away, Dianchi Lake rushes towards the eyes, draped in skirts and skirts, I feel joyful at the boundless emptiness.
Look: the divine horse is flying in the east, the spiritual instrument is flying in the west, winding in the north, and flying in the south. Why don't the masters choose to win?
willow. Thousands of years of past events are brought to my mind, I drink wine and sigh, who is the hero? Think about it: the Han Dynasty practiced building boats, the Tang Dynasty marked iron pillars, the Song Dynasty wielded jade axes, and the Yuan Dynasty crossed leather bags.
The great achievements of great heroes took great effort to move mountains. All the bead curtains and painted buildings cannot catch up with the evening rain and morning clouds; then the broken stone tablets are all exposed to the falling smoke.
Only win: a few pestles and bells, half a river fishing fire, two rows of autumn geese, and a pillow of clear frost. 6. Who knows an ancient Chinese text with more than 1,000 words?
Original text: A woman came to the village, aged 20 to 45.
Bring a medicine bag and sell his medicine. When someone asks about a disease, a woman cannot help herself. She has to ask the gods at dusk.
Clean the small room at night and close it. People gathered around the doors and windows, listening quietly but whispering, and no one dared to cough.
Both internal and external movements and breaths are in the dark. At about night, I suddenly heard the sound of the curtain.
The woman inside said: "Jiugu is coming?" A woman replied: "Coming." Another woman said: "Wangmei is coming from Jiugu?" It seemed like a maid answered: "Coming." ”
The three of them chatted incessantly and stabbed each other endlessly. When I heard that the curtain hook was moving again, the girl said: "Sixth Sister has arrived."
He said inanely: "Chunmei is also coming with the young man in his arms?" A girl said: "Brother Ao! Wow! If you don't sleep, you must come from the mother-in-law. The body is as heavy as a hundred pieces, and the burden is terrible!" I heard the sound of the woman's attentiveness, the sound of the ninth aunt asking questions, the sound of the two maids' comfort, and the children's laughter, all making a noise.
Then I heard the woman laughing and saying, "Young gentleman is also very fond of playing. He came all the way to pick up the cat." As the sound gradually became less and less, the curtains were noisy again, and the whole room was filled with uproar, saying, "Where is Fourth Aunt coming from?" "Is it too late?" A young woman replied in a low voice: "The road is thousands of miles long, and we will arrive in a while." Then everyone said something warm and cool. The sound of moving and sitting, and the sound of calling to sit down, are mixed and made, and the room is full of noise, and the sound is settled after eating.
I heard that the woman asked about her illness. Ninth Aunt thought it was better to get ginseng, Sixth Aunt thought it was better to get Qi, and Fourth Aunt thought it was better to get Shu.
When I was moving, I heard Jiu Gu calling for a pen and inkstone. No matter what, the origami is folded, and the pen is thrown into the cap, and the ink is grinding. After a few strokes of the brush, the pen vibrates, and I smell a pinch of medicine wrapped in Su Suran.
After a while, the woman pushed the curtain and gave medicine and prescriptions to the sick man. When he turned back and entered the room, he heard that the three aunts were saying goodbye, the three maids were saying goodbye, the child was mute, and the cat was snoring, and they all got up together for a while.
The voice of the Ninth Aunt is clear and clear, the voice of the Sixth Aunt is slow and green, the voice of the Fourth Aunt is delicate and graceful, and the voice of the three maids, each has its own sound, which can be distinguished after listening to it. The crowd was surprised and thought he was a real god.
I tried the prescription, but it was not very effective. This is the so-called ventriloquism, which is specially used to sell one's skills.
But it’s also strange! Wang Xinyi once said: "I happened to pass by a shop in the capital and heard the sound of string singing, and the spectators felt as if they were blocked. When I took a closer look, I saw a young man playing music with a graceful voice.
There is no musical instrument, only one finger Press your cheeks together, press your hands and sing, and listen to the clanging sound, which is no different from string strings. "It is also a Miao descendant of ventriloquism.
Translation: One day, a young woman came to the village. She was about twenty-four or five years old. I saw her carrying a medicine box with her and selling medicine to treat diseases in the village.
After the people in the village heard about it, they came out to ask her for diagnosis and treatment. But the young woman said that she could not prescribe the medicine and had to wait until dark to consult the gods.
People waited patiently for night to fall. In the evening, she cleaned a small house and shut herself in it.
The people in the village gathered outside the doors and windows, listening attentively. At this time, people consciously stopped making noise, and only a few people were whispering.
After a while, no sound was heard inside or outside the small house. When night came, people suddenly heard the sound of a curtain opening in the small house.
The young woman asked inside: "Is Ninth Aunt here?" Another woman replied: "Here!" and asked: "Did Lamei come with Ninth Aunt?" An identity The one who looked like a maid said, "Here we come." Then the three women chattered non-stop.
After a while, people outside heard the sound of curtain hooks in the small house again, and the young woman said: "Sixth Aunt is here." The person next to her said: "Chunmei is also coming with the young master in her arms. "Oh!"
A woman said: "You're such a bad-tempered young man! He won't sleep even if you try to coax him. He insists on coming with me. His body weighs a thousand pounds. It's so tiring to carry him." Dead man!" Then, I heard the young woman's thanks, the Ninth Aunt's greetings, the Sixth Aunt's polite words, the two maids comforting each other, the children's laughter, and everyone talking and shouting.
The young woman said with a smile: "The young master likes to play too much, and he comes here with a cat in his arms from so far away." At this time, the sound inside slowly became quieter, and the curtain started to vibrate again. , the small house was noisy again.
Someone asked: "Why did fourth aunt come so late?" A girl whispered: "It's more than a thousand miles, and I walked with my aunt for a long time. I'm walking too slowly." Then, there were greetings again, seats were moved, and calls for extra chairs and chairs were heard. Various sounds were intertwined, and the room was full of noise. It took a while before it settled down.
It was only then that people outside the small house heard the young woman asking the gods for a prescription to cure her illness. The ninth aunt thought that ginseng should be used, the sixth aunt thought that astragalus should be used, and the fourth aunt said that atractylodes should be used. They thought for a moment.
Then, I heard Jiu Gu calling for pen and ink. After a while, the paper folded and made a squeaking sound. I took out the pen and dropped the pen tip on the table with a clanking sound. The sound of grinding ink was very clear. After writing the prescription, Jiu Gu threw the pen on the table, grabbed the medicine package, and made a soothing sound.
After a while, the young woman opened the curtain and asked the patients in the village to get medicine and prescriptions. Then she turned and returned to the room. Then she heard the third aunt saying goodbye, the three maids saying goodbye, and the child babbling. The sounds of kittens meowing and shouting all came together at the same time. Ninth Aunt's voice is clear and loud, Sixth Aunt's voice is slow and old, Fourth Aunt's voice is delicate and graceful, and the three maids' voices have their own characteristics, which can be clearly distinguished by outsiders.
When the people in the village heard about this "fairy meeting", they thought they were all gods and were very surprised. The sick man took back the prescriptions and herbs that the young woman asked for advice from the "gods" and hurriedly cooked and drank them. However, after eating the medicine, the disease did not improve.
Later, the people in the village realized that the young woman was performing ventriloquism, and there was no such thing as magic. She was just using ventriloquism to sell her herbal medicine.
Once upon a time, Wang Xinyi once said: "When I happened to pass by a place in the city in the capital, I heard the sound of playing and singing, and people gathered around like a wall. When I got closer, I saw that it was a young man. He was playing music with his voice. He didn't have an instrument, he just pressed one finger on his cheek. The sound he made was very clear and powerful, no different from what was played on an instrument. This is also a descendant of ventriloquist performance. I moved it to "HOHO" ``.