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Autumn is endless, and July is expected. Perilla boaters swim under the red cliff. The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface. Raise a glass to propose a toast to one's companions, recite articles related to the moon, and sing praises to chapters. Not long after, the moon rose from Dongshan and hovered between the Big Dipper and the cow. Milky white fog across the river, clear water. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. Vast as the wind in Feng Xu, I don't know where it ends; Floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy. At this time, he was very happy to drink, slapping the ship's rail with his hand and singing. The song says: "Gui Gui is like a blue paddle, striking the sky and tracing the streamer. I am pregnant, and I hope that beauty is on one side. " The piper leans on the song and makes peace (hè). Its voice is full of resentment, longing, crying and complaining, and the lingering sound is endless. It can make the dragon dance in the deep valley and make the widow in the lonely boat cry. Su Shi's face was sad and sad, so he sat up in a corner and asked the guest, "How do you know?" ? "The guest said," There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south. "Isn't this Cao Mengde's poem? Looking at Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east. Miao Shanchuan (liáo) is gloomy and dusty. Isn't this Meng Zhizhi who is trapped? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, and went downstream to the east, all the way (zhú) and all the way (lú). Jīng (j Ι ng) has an empty flag, Qi (sh Ι) drinks near the river, and Heng (Shuoī Ι) poems are also heroes in the world. Kuang Wu and Zi Yuqiao are friends with fish, shrimp and elk (mí) on the Zhu Jiang (ZH incarnation). You can lift a bottle that belongs to each other by riding in a flat boat. Sending Mayflies (fú) and Mayflies (yóu) to the ground is a drop in the ocean. Mourn for a moment of my life (yú) and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River. Take the flying fairy to travel, hold the bright moon, and end. I can't understand it for a while, but I hate it. " Perilla said, "Do you know water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; If you are full of emptiness, the dead will not ebb and flow. Beggars will see from their own changes that heaven and earth can't be in an instant. If we look at it from its unchanging point of view, then things are infinite to me, but why envy them? Between heaven and earth, everything has its own master. If it's not mine, it's a dime. Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains. Ears hear sounds, eyes see colors. It is an inexhaustible treasure of the creator, suitable for me and my son. " The guests smiled happily and cleaned their lights more carefully. Dishes (yáo) are exhausted, and cups and plates are messy (jí). Sleeping on the boat, I don't know if the east is white.
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In autumn in Ren Xu, on July 16, my friends and I went to the Red Cliff by boat. The breeze is blowing slowly, and the water on the river is calm. So I raised a glass to invite guests to drink with me and recite the poem "Out of the Moon" from the Book of Songs Martin (out of the moon means "Zheng", and "Zheng Yao" is the same as "graceful and restrained"). After a while, the moon rose from Dongshan and moved slowly between Dousu and Niusu. White fog crosses the river, and the moonlight reflected by the river is connected with the sky. We let reedlike boats float freely on the boundless river and cross the vast river. How vast, like sailing in the sky, I don't know where the ship will stay; What a trance! We seem to be independent in the sky, abandon the world and fly to immortality. At this time, drinking wine, I knocked on the boat and sang happily. The song says: "osmanthus trees, Mulan paddles, light waves in the moonlight, boats, floating on the water in the moonlight." How deep, my feelings, look up to the saint (Song Shenzong) I admire, he is in that distant place. " There is a guest who plays the flute with Su Shi. He plays the flute according to the tune. The flute sounds like resentment, yearning, crying and talking. The ending is sad, euphemistic and long, like a continuous filament. It can make dragons in the abyss listen to songs and dance, and make widows who sit alone in a boat cry. I looked sad, adjusted my clothes, sat up straight and asked my friend, "Why is this?" The guest said, "There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south." Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking west is Xiakou, looking east is Wuchang. Surrounded by mountains, full of green. Isn't this the place where Cao Mengde was besieged by Zhou Yu? When he captured Jingzhou and Jiangling, he went down the river, with thousands of miles of warships, covered the sky with flags, poured wine on the river, and recited poems with guns at his side. Originally, he was a hero. Where is he now? Besides, I'm in the middle of the river with you, fishing and chopping wood on the sandbar, taking fish and shrimp as partners, elk as friends, driving a lonely boat, and drinking together here. Like a ephemera, parasitic between heaven and earth, as small as a drop in the ocean, lamenting the shortness of my life and admiring the endless flowing water of the Yangtze River. I am willing to walk with the immortals and live with the bright moon. I know this is impossible to get easily, so I can only pin the sound of the flute on this sad autumn wind. "I said," Do you know water and the moon? (River water) always flows, but does not flow away; The moon is always round and round, but it doesn't increase or decrease after all. If we look at them from the changing side, then everything between heaven and earth has changed in less than a blink of an eye; If from their unchanging side, everything is as eternal as ours, what do we envy them? Besides, between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner. If I don't have everything, I can't even get a little bit. Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains become sounds to the ears and scenery to the eyes. No one can ban them and use them endlessly. This is an endless treasure of nature, and I can share it with you. " Hearing this, my friend smiled happily. Wash the glass and refill it. All the vegetables and fruits have been eaten, and the cups and plates are lying in a mess. Everyone slept on the boat, leaning against each other, and before you know it, it was dawn in the east.
2. What is Du Fu's "Mourning for the Head", which is about 130~ 140 in ancient poetry or classical Chinese, just 140?
Shaoling night swallowed and began to cry. I quietly walked down the winding river like a shadow of spring.
There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? ?
I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors.
The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot.
The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold.
An archer, chest up, through the clouds, smiling.
Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go.
A clear wave flowed eastward, crossing the Diaolou Mountain Path, and there was no news.
Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers!
Tatars on horseback, in the dim twilight, covered the town with dust. I fled to the south, but I was still staring at the throne in the north.
Ailian said.
Zhou Dunyi (Northern Song Dynasty)
The flowers of land and water plants are very fragrant. Tao Jin Yuanming loves chrysanthemums alone; Since Li Tang came, people all over the world love peony. Lotus grows out of mud without dye, clear without demon. The outside is straight, not crawling, the fragrance is far away and clear, and you can see it from a distance, so it doesn't look ridiculous.
Want to call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers. Alas! The love between chrysanthemums and flowers is rarely heard of by Taohou. Who gave the lotus love? Peony love is suitable for many people.
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Flowers of aquatic and terrestrial plants are lovely. Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty loved chrysanthemums. Since the Tang Dynasty, people all over the world have loved peony flowers very much. I only love lotus, which grows in silted mud, but is not polluted. After being washed in clear water, they are not enchanting. The stems are well connected, straight in shape, without vines and fragrance, and stand straight and clean.
I think chrysanthemum is a hermit in flowers, peony is a rich man in flowers and lotus is a gentleman in flowers. Alas! Love chrysanthemums, rarely heard of after Tao Yuanming. Who else loves lotus flowers as much as I do? Of course, there are also many people who like peony flowers.
3. Find an ancient poem of about 130~ 140 words. He Xinlang Biemaojia Twelve Brothers Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji Biemaojia Twelve Brothers.
There are two kinds of blackbirds and azaleas. For details, see the supplementary note of Li Sao. What's more, the partridge stops and the cuckoo cuts.
Cry until the spring, can't find a place, hate wheatgrass and rest. It has not come, and the world is leaving.
Immediately, the pipa was closed and the black was sealed, and Nagato and Cui Che resigned from Jin Que. See Yanyan and give it to my concubine.
The general has been through many battles and gained a great reputation. It's a long time to go to Heliang and back to Wan Li.
Xiaoxiaosha is rustling, the west wind is cold, and everyone is dressed like snow. It is a strong man, and the elegy is not thorough.
The singing bird knows how annoying it is, but it didn't expect it to shed tears and blood. Who * * * me, drunk on the moon.
Listening to birds chirping in under the greenwood tree is even more sad. As soon as the partridge bird "can't walk and be my brother" crows live, the cuckoo cries "It's better to go home".
Crying until spring is nowhere to be found, and all the fragrant flowers are withered, which is really sad and painful. Well, this pile of pain is not worth human life and death.
During the Han Dynasty, Wang Zhaojun rode his horse and played the lute, and ran to the dark wilderness of Guansai. What's more, Chen Ajiao retired into the cabinet, took a seat in the Jade Palace and bid farewell to the Golden Hall. During the Spring and Autumn Period, Zhuang Jiang was a patriotic country. He watched Yan Yan fly in pairs and sent Hugh away to return to his old age.
Li Ling, a famous soldier in Han Dynasty, was defeated by Xiongnu and lost his reputation. Farewell to Su Wu at the head of the river sedan chair, look back at the old country, far away in Wan Li, and bid farewell to the old friend.
Jing Ke braved the bleak autumn wind and sent out endless and generous lamentations. If songbirds know that there are so many joys and sorrows in the world, then it is expected that they will stop crying and weep forever.
Now that Mao's home is far away, who else will accompany me to drink and enjoy the moon? 2. Four quatrains in the Tang Dynasty: Du Xi's long bamboo shoots don't open the door, and the northern peppers return to the village. Shu Mei promised to have dinner with Zhu, and Kao Sung planned to talk about Ruan Sheng.
I want to be a floating cloud, and the cold rain in April is shocking. There is a dragon cave in Qingxi first, and Zhushishan is afraid to be safe.
"Two orioles sing green willows, egrets sky-high." Outside my window is the snowy Western Hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
The medicine strips are moist green and too brown to enter the grass pavilion. The seedlings are full of shame, and the roots dare not form.
Bamboo shoots in the west of Tangxi grow luxuriantly, blocking the door, and peppers planted in the north of Tangxi grow luxuriantly in a row, separating the adjacent villages. Seeing that the plums in the garden are about to ripen, I invite Zhu Lao to taste the new ones when the plums are ripe. Seeing the pine trees in front of the hall, I hope I can talk with Ruan Sheng about past lives in the shade of pine trees.
I wanted to build a fish beam, but suddenly dark clouds covered the rapids, and then I was surprised that the rain in April was so cold. Maybe there are dragons living in this Qingxi, and the bamboo stones used to build the embankment are piled up like mountains, so I dare not take any more risks.
Orioles call spring among the new green willow branches, and they are happy in pairs; Egrets line up to meet the spring breeze and fly to the sky. The queue is neat and beautiful. The snow peak of Xiling is embedded in the window frame like a beautiful painting; The ship in front of this door comes from Soochow thousands of miles away.
The branches and leaves of herbs grow green, and the green passes through the brown pavilion and enters the grass pavilion. I am ashamed of the reputation of "Miao Man Empty Mountain", but they are rooted in cracked soil and I am afraid they cannot be shaped.
3. The Changhuai section of Liuzhou Songtou Song Dynasty: Changhuai section of Zhang Xiaoxiang, Guansai Jiao Ran Ping. The dust is dark, the frost is thick and the sound is quiet.
The dark needle solidifies. Recalling the past, it's been almost a few days, inhuman, Zhu Si.
String songs are also awkward. Waterproof felt country, under the setting sun, cattle and sheep flock together, and the area is vertical and horizontal.
Watch the famous hunting of Wang Xiao and ride a fire to make it clear. The drums wailed.
Shocking. Read the arrow at the waist, the sword in the box, the empty cockroach.
Time is easily lost. If you have a strong heart, your age will be zero.
The mysterious Beijing God. Dry feather Fang Huaiyuan, quiet and quiet, died.
If the crown is covered, it will be rushed. If it is love. It is said that old people in the Central Plains always look south.
Ni Jing keeps pedestrians here, loyal and angry.
There are tears. The banks of the Huaihe River stand tall, with lush weeds as far as the eye can see, and it is a flat and wide wasteland.
The dust of the Northern Expedition was dark, the cold autumn wind was cold, and there was silence on the frontier. I stared at it and felt gloomy.
Looking back on the depression in the Central Plains in those years, I am afraid it is fate, which cannot be reversed by human resources. On the edge of Zhushui and Surabaya, where Confucius' disciples studied, and in the land of ritual and music where string songs are handed over to Qin, it has also become a land of pure fish. Across the river is the enemy's felt tent. At dusk, cattle and sheep return to the circle, and enemy outposts are arranged vertically and horizontally.
Seeing that the nomads from the army will go hunting at night, the cavalry lit up the whole Pingchuan with torches, and the drums of the Hu family sounded tragic and chilling. I think the bow and arrow on my waist and the sword in the box have been eaten by insects, eroded by dust and polluted, so I can't make great achievements.
Opportunities are easy to lose, the strong are in high spirits and will be disabled at dusk. The hope of regaining Bianjing is even more slim.
The imperial court is conducting rites and music to soften Jingyuan, the border is quiet, and the enemy and I will not fight for the time being. It's a shame that the envoys in the crown are running around.
Legend has it that the elders left behind in the Central Plains often look forward to the ceremonial ceremonies of the court and the emperor, and the colorful flags of the Cuigai motorcade cover the sky, which makes pedestrians come here, full of loyalty, anger and tears pouring down their chests. 4. Sangshu is unknown: Zhang Zhu, anonymous in Nantun, grows grain in the field, sees Li He, and wants to hold it.
Although the mulberry is empty, there is soil in it. Because of sowing, we irrigate with extra pulp. Later generations saw that Mulberry often gave birth to Li, and turned to tell each other.
People with sore eyes. Yin gasped and said, "Make my eyes better and repay me with a dolphin.
"Eye pain ailment, also line self-healing. Dogs can bark and blind people can see.
Far and near, it rides a thousand times, and the wine and meat are torrential. When he was over one year old, Zhang came out to see him.
Jing Yun: "Is there a god here? I planted ears. " Because of it.
Zhang Zhu, a southerner, is planting crops in the field. He saw a plum pit and wanted to get it back. When he turned around, he saw that there was soil in the mulberry tree and its roots were withered, so he planted it and watered it with the rest of the water. Later, when someone saw plums suddenly growing on the mulberry tree and thought they were gods, they told each other that there was a patient with eye pain enjoying the cool under the tree, saying that the plum tree cured my illness and I would sacrifice them with piglets.
Eye pain, a minor illness, will heal itself. Everyone agrees blindly, saying that the blind can see again. This is a sensation known far and near. There are always thousands of cars and horses on the side, and the plum trees are delicious. After a year, Zhang Zhu came back from afar and said in surprise, "What kind of god is this? I planted it.
"So he ran to cut down trees. 5. Qinyuan Spring Topic Chaoyang Zhang Xu Ergong Temple Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang died as a filial son and a loyal minister. Why not die?
Since there is honor, there is no whole section for scholars; Lack of justice between monarch and minister will lead to inner rigidity. Scold a thief, despise Yang, cherish Yuan, and protect your reputation forever.
We'll talk about it later.
4. An ancient poem with exactly 130 words (excluding punctuation marks) is in urgent need of 140 words, which is the number of words arranged in seven words or five words in 14. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu wrote the most arrangers. Therefore, the qualified poems we can learn from The Whole Poem of Tang Dynasty are: Du Fu's Song of Happy Garden: Enjoying the ancient garden, full of smoke and clouds, cotton and green grass. Childe banquet is the highest, and Qinchuan knows all about wine. Longevity wooden ladle shows true feelings, pommel horse carnival rewards. Youth wave hibiscus garden, the city battle that can't be shaken by thunder during the day, and the opening of harmonious sunshine.
5. Du Fu's five ancient poems "Beauty" are about 140 words-
Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.
She told me that she came from a good family and now she is humble to the dust.
Guan Zhong lost yesterday, and her brothers and close relatives were killed.
Their senior positions can't even protect their own lives. What's the use? .
The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle.
Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade.
When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side.
He can only see the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love?
The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.
Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof.
She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers.
She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo.
Sima Xiangru's Phoenix Begging for Phoenix—
Phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today?
There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines.
Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and it is soaring!
Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.
Who knows in the middle of the night?
My wings fly high, and I feel sad when I think about them.
Cao Cao's "Short Songs"—
Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have?
For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.
Be generous, and your troubles will be unforgettable.
How to solve your worries? Only Du Kang.
Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss.
But for your sake, I've thought it over.
A herd of deer, yo, ate mugwort in Ye Yuan.
I have a group of good guests, playing the piano and playing the piano.
As clear as the bright moon, when can I forget it?
The troubles come from this and cannot be cut off.
The weirder, the more useless.
Talk about it, and remember the past.
There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south.
Turn around the tree three times, what branches can you rely on?
The mountain is never too high, and the sea is never too deep.
The duke of Zhou vomited, and the world returned to the heart.