Who can introduce some ancient poems to write calligraphy?

Let me recommend some songs:

Elegance:

Yamagata Xiaomei

Lin Bu (Northern Song Dynasty)

Flowers withered, unique plum blossoms swept out against the wind, and the scenery of the small park was beautiful.

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.

Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold statues.

Inspirational:

Go to the garrison to show your family.

(Qing) Lin Zexu

If you are weak and mentally exhausted for a long time, you will be exhausted.

Based on this belief, I will serve my country at all costs, even at the expense of my own life, whether I am lucky or unlucky.

Exile is just the kindness of the king, and it is just right to keep humble and die.

The play tells a story with his wife, trying to destroy the old scalp.

Landscape writing:

Yellow Crane Tower

(Tang)

The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.

The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.

But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

Reading:

Shi Si is the capital of Le Shu East.

(Yuan) Weng Sen

When a tree falls into the water, a thousand cliffs wither, and I can see my true self.

Sitting on the wall facing Wei, singing snow at midnight.

A pot of tea in the ground stove makes a living fire, which is clear and clear, and is enough to be called a scholar.

Where can I find the pleasure of reading? Count the hearts of clubs.

Recite:

Yonghuai historic site

Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up here.

She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.

Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? In the moonlight, her soul tinkled back.

The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.

Parting:

Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu for his post.

(Tang)

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place.

If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels.

I wonder what kind of ancient poetry you want. I suggest you add something so that I can answer.

I hope it helps you!