A poem about asking 1 Poetry about inquiry.
Meet sb. leave
Li Shutong
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered; A cloudy wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou from Yellow Crane Tower.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
For Wang Lun.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.
Biedongda
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.
1, once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains are short in the sky. I wrote about the magnificence of Mount Tai.
2. Looking horizontally, the ridge edge becomes a peak, and the distance is different. Write colorful Lushan Mountain.
I will never get tired of meeting. Only Jingting Mountain has written Jingting Mountain a hundred times.
4, ask the canal so clearly, in order to have a source of living water to write more books.
But you expanded your vision by 300 miles, and told us by going up a flight of stairs that only by standing high can we see far.
6. There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village. Tell us not to be intimidated by the immediate difficulties, as long as you dare to explore, the scenery displayed in front of you will be different;
7. "Tomorrow is tomorrow, and there will be many tomorrows." Tell us that time is like running water, it will not go backwards, so we should cherish it;
8. "Tomorrow I will be alive, and everything will be wasted" tells us what we can do today and what we can do today.
2. Poems about grades
You are talking about the story that Zhu Qingyu wrote for Zhang Ji. "
The story "This thing is used to tell, but it has been out of shape for many years." Nowadays, people have no time to understand such things as handing out "papers" and asking for "passing the list", so this story has been modernized into asking for grades.
When Zhu Qingyu was admitted to Jinshi, Zhang Ji was the examiner. Before the exam, Zhu Xiang wrote a paper, which was approved by Zhang. Before the exam, Zhu Qingyu wrote to the secretary Zhang on the eve of the government exam and made a final inquiry:
Last night, the candles in the bridal chamber were lit all night, waiting for dawn to worship the parents-in-law. Make-up whispered to her husband, is thrush fashionable or not?
Written on the surface of the wedding boudoir, it actually expresses the anxiety and expectation before the exam.
Zhang Ji looked back at the poem and said:
Yue Nv's new makeup appeared in the mirror, knowing Yan Yan was more considerate. When Wan Qi was young, people were expensive, and a Song Ling was the enemy of ten thousand gold.
On the surface, it is a song sung by a spiritual woman, but in fact it expresses comfort and encouragement to Zhu.
The two poems are not only beautifully written, but also cleverly conceived and interesting, which can be described as a perfect match. So it became a story handed down.
3. The fourth grade of poetry about daring to ask questions
1, Biedongda
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.
2, ask the canal so clearly, in order to have a source of living water to write more books.
But you have expanded your vision by 300 miles, and told us by going up a flight of stairs that only by standing high can we see far.
4, there is no way to doubt the mountains and heavy waters. Tell us not to be intimidated by the immediate difficulties, as long as you dare to explore, the scenery displayed in front of you will be different;
5. "Tomorrow is tomorrow, and there will be many tomorrows." Tell us that time is like running water, it will not go backwards, so we should cherish it;
6. "I'll wait for tomorrow and everything will be in vain" tells us what we can do today and what we can do today.
4. Ask the farewell poem, thank you.
Liu Yong's Yulinling: Since ancient times, it is even worse than the Cold and Autumn Festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
Xin Qiji's Magnolia Slow: An old friend of Chang 'an asked me: My heart is still crying. In the autumn night, the eyes are broken and the geese are falling, and the empty strings are drunk.
"Jade Case": The crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, suddenly looking back, people were there, and the lights were dim. Bodhisattva Man: Yugutai fell into Qingjiang River, and many pedestrians shed tears.
Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains. Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east.
I am worried at dusk, and the partridges are heard in the mountains. Li Qingzhao's Memories of Flute Blowing on Phoenix Terrace: The fragrance is cold and golden, and the waves turn red. I get up and comb my hair.
Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I'm afraid to leave my arms. I don't want to say anything.
New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn. Take a break and go back. It's hard to stay in Yangguan for a thousand times.
Read Wu Lingren far, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day.
Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then. "Drunken Flowers": Mo Tao is not carried away, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
"Slow Voice": The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence.