A poem about Andy 1. Write an ancient poem about Andy.
As soon as Du Mu's A Fang Gong Fu came out, it attracted the admiration of scholars and rushed to read it. Du Mu inherited the tradition of the ancient prose movement in the Tang Dynasty, used prose style, introduced prose brushwork and sentence patterns into Fu, managed the world, criticized the shortcomings of the times, broke through the trend of increasing couples, rhythm and formalization of Fu since the Six Dynasties, and created a new style of ancient China Fu. Combining narrative, description and discussion, the full text is permeated with the rational style of historical theory, and also shines with the smart light of poetry and painting. Throughout the full text, the following three unique features of the author have always been respected and praised by people. First of all, the description of Epang Palace is magnificent and the weather is spacious, which fully shows the author's high foothold and broad mind. The first sentence is that "Six Kings finish their work" rhymes with "Shu, one side is Chu", which is abrupt and powerful, giving people the feeling of "Mount Tai topping the top". It not only briefly explains the background of a square palace, but also puts the full text in the perspective and height of the rise and fall of a country and the replacement of dynasties. Then, the author uses the so-called "camera" technology to drive the reader's vision to feel the grand and exquisite beauty of Epang Palace architecture from multiple angles. The sentence "corridor waist" belongs to the concept of looking up, with heavy buildings and high eaves and extraordinary momentum; The phrase "a good dish" lengthens and broadens the lens, and looks at groups of pavilions from a macro perspective; The words "Long Bridge" and "Fu Dao" let the reader's vision rotate with the camera and directly bring the reader into a colorful picture. Here, from general to detailed, from far to near, the author will show the grandeur, luxury, wonders and grandeur of Epang Palace one by one. Secondly, this paper focuses on reality and is ambitious, which fully shows the insights of a sober politician. Du Mu lives at home and abroad. Embracing the ideal of reviving the Tang Dynasty, The First Intimate Chapter said: "Bao Li is a big palace with a wide range of emotions, pretending to be" Epang Palace Fu ". It can be seen that this article is a mockery of the past and a warning to the Tang Dynasty, reminding the rulers of the Tang Dynasty that extravagance will inevitably lead to boiling public grievances and the destruction of the country and the nation, showing the feelings of an upright literati who cares about the country and the people and helps the people. The luxurious and dissolute life of Qin rulers is described in detail from three aspects: palace architecture, palace beauty and palace treasures. The second half focuses on reasoning and discussion, summarizing the historical lessons of the demise of the Qin Dynasty. " Qin people can't help but mourn for themselves. Later generations mourn for them without learning a lesson, and let them mourn for future generations. "It's like a huge Hong Zhong, echoing in the historical sky forever, echoing in people's ears. The cross use of various rhetorical devices is the outstanding feature of this paper. As a pioneering work of prose, this paper breaks through the four-sentence style of parallel prose. Full-text sentence patterns are different in length, parallel prose exists side by side, and there is considerable leap between sentences, which has the meaning of prose, and sometimes pure prose sentence patterns are used, which makes the article have the characteristics of agile prose and prose poetry, especially in rhetoric. Moreover, several kinds of rhetoric are often intertwined, which makes the language of the article concise, novel and strange, giving people a strong sense of beauty. The two sentences of "Long Bridge" and "Fu Dao" use duality as a whole, and the single sentence uses metaphor to unify the preceding and following sentences, and the metaphor describes the bridge and Fu vividly. It is precisely because of the combination of parallelism, metaphor, contrast and exaggeration that this passage effectively highlights the number of various items available to the rulers in the Epang Palace, thus showing that the life of the rulers in the Qin Dynasty was extremely luxurious, and the luxury enjoyment of feudal emperors was based on the painful life of the people. " The stars are shining, and the cosmetic mirror is opened ... "Five sentences also use parallelism and metaphor (metaphor) to put the metaphor in front of the ontology, highlighting the metaphor, giving people a vivid picture first, and then the ontology appears, arousing readers' rich imagination, deepening readers' impression, exaggerating the number of beautiful women in Epang Palace, and indirectly exposing the bohemian of the Qin rulers. Du Mu's "Epanggong Fu" got rid of the slender and beautiful style in artistic style, swept away the old habits of the Six Dynasties and was very original. In terms of interest and knowledge, it is appropriate for him to stand tall and look far, and to express his deep concern by satirizing the past and the present. The General Catalogue of Sikuquanshu evaluates him as "a man who cares about everything in the world". Answer to Wang Wei's "Autumn Night in the Mountains in the Tang Dynasty", a famous landscape with poems and paintings. It turned out that the lush trees in the mountains covered up the traces of people's activities. It's called "There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I hear a voice" (Chai Lu)! Because there are few people here, "no one in the cave knows about foreign affairs, and outsiders only see empty mountains and thick clouds" ("Peach Blossom Garden"), most people naturally have rich mountains and people. The word "empty mountain" points out that this place is like a paradise. At the beginning of Shan Yu, everything was new, and it was early autumn evening. The air is fresh and the scenery is beautiful. It is conceivable that the answer is "there is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream." "The fragrance has faded, but it is as loose as a cover. The mountain spring gurgles clearly on the rocks, like a white plain, shining in the moonlight, what a quiet and clear natural beauty! Wang Wei's Ode to the Four Saints of Economy once praised the noble sentiments of the two hermits, saying that "to rest the yin and have no evil trees, to drink water and think of the source". The poet himself is such a noble-minded person. He once said, "It is better to live in the wild forest than to drink the water in the wild forest, so that you can see the rough princes. "("Dedicate the Beginning and Arise the Masses ") It's not him who sleeps in the pine tree and the clear spring on the stone this month. These two sentences are picturesque.
2. Poems about searching
"The rolling world of mortals can't hide your smile; The vast snowy area, where can I find your trace ... "The voice is slow, lonely and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are all over the ground, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Looking for her in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.
Through the snowy winter, through the rainy season. The distant wind, extending my footprints in the wilderness, calls back my dreams.
The field is raining, and people are in the wind and rain. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, where can we meet? Slow Voice is one of Li Qingzhao's late masterpieces.
3. Poems about reservations
So stay in spring.
When the peach blossoms began to wither, when Shuang Yan came, the branches were in the bud season. The crimson calyx is exposed, according to the small scene, cut the ice and mark the grid. The smoke spread beautifully. It seems that with a brush, the makeup becomes fragrant. Looking at the warm sun, I can't help but vomit, which accounts for the romantic in the forest. I have seen a few branches by the altar, which should be considered as true immortals, so I leave spring scenery. I think it's a little biased. ..
From: "Apricot Blossom Days Slow" Time: Song Author: Cao Xun's complete poems Cao Xun as long as Cao Xun's achievements,
Leave spring scenery behind
Show wild poetry, miss the old mountain, ten years apart. Talking about life driving, Zhumen lived in seclusion, and the trees were new. The good rain is still half warm in Chuqing, and the golden flowers and jade bloom in Yaoxi. It is more popular, and beautiful algae borrow the river and leave the spring scenery. Go to the Li family to see my nephew. Talking about the past is sad. I like the past and the present, just like in the mirror before. ....
From: "Man Jiang Hong" Year: Song Author: Zhu Xi Zhu Quanshi As long as Zhu's achievements
Spring leaves in cold regions.
The plum blossom and the moon outside the window are white. The night hall is deep, the candles are red and the embroidered curtains are hanging. Sitting half drunk and charming, spring scenery also stays in the cold. The meaning lies in the four strings. The flowers in Wu Xiang are pecking at the wood, the green edges are thin, the stars are looking forward to turning, and they are patted with charm. This hand is really rare in the world. Finally, it is necessary to get to know each other.
4. Ancient poems about "Night"
Spending the night at the foot of Zen master Ye, waiting for my good friend Ding (Meng Haoran) to set the sun, one valley after another is hazy.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.
The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.
In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.
From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey sobbed on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushed at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.
However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.
In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.
The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring.
Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.
Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.
Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.
The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.
In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door. The dream smells like a broken horn and sends a lingering sound, hoping that the new wave will flow to the old mark.
Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren. More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian.
In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and the ice and snow turn the cold hovering nights white. Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn. Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world. ..
Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival, and I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.
People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.
Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's star, last night's wind, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Untitled 1 (Li Shangyin) You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Night Sleeping in Jiande (Meng Haoran) When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark and old memories began.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! Zhu Liting (Wang Wei), leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the piano and hummed. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends. The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky.
The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress. That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha.
Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone. Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night.
Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc. My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums.
Autumn Night Message Autumn (Wei) I am walking in the cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.
Cosugo (Westerner), a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night. Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.
The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) who stayed in the snow was far away at dusk, freezing in the cold, and the house was poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Qu Xia (Lulun) In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, the leaders of the Tatars are fleeing in the dark, and we are riding light horses and carrying heavy snow, chasing them on our bows and swords. Sai Qu Xia (played by Lu Lun) is frightened by the dark grass, and the general draws his bow at night. Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
The dangerous building of the overnight mountain temple (Li Bai) is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars with your bare hands. Dare not speak loudly, for fear of scaring people.