The poem about the tomb is 1. Look for poems with the word "tomb"
She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
"Liu Cun Ink Apricot Blossoms" hook Wu Chunse self-defeating, how much first frost. The provincial girl is full of sleeves, and the peach blossom is buried in a hundred-year-old grave.
The guest has returned from Yan to mourn his old age and give it to him.
Horses are swallows, not companies. Remember to worship the solitary tomb and move to the front of Shuangling. You are willing to end it from now on, the sword is full. Meng Dong's mouth is full of air conditioning, and his words are spinning. Jieshihai north gate, facing the mouth only. Ride away from colds and curl up during the day. Life is self-inflicted, and circumstances come first. The heart is full of fish and the sunset hangs.
Fifteen, joined the army (Han) Yuefu poetry anthology
He joined the army at the age of fifteen and didn't come back until he was eighty.
Every villager said, "Who's at home?"
"From a distance, it is the royal family, with many pines and cypresses."
Rabbits enter from the dog's sinus and pheasants fly from the beam.
In the atrium, Green Valley was born, and in the well, Lv Kui was born.
Cereals are used as meals and sunflowers as soup.
The soup and rice have been cooked for a while, and I don't know who it will be.
Going out and looking east, tears fell on my clothes.
In front of Zhong Qing, there is a long stream of water. It is dusk and autumn on Yan Zhishan.
It is full of women leaving the palace, and there are many graves outside the garden wall.
There are cattle and sheep paths in high and low tombs.
Wanli Guan Hanzhong, Fei Ming gave up.
Poor bones to save the lonely grave, want to find the meritorious military service for the general.
Ancient burial fox, demon old, turned into a good woman. The head becomes cloudy and the face becomes makeup, and the big tail is dragged into a long red dress.
Every blank line is a sentence in a poem.
2. Who knows that there is a word "burial" in poetry, I
Du fu's ode to the monument
Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up in Sri Lanka.
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? Huan Peikong is the soul of jathyapple.
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.
"Qingming" Zhu
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
The lonely crane returns to fly in Qinyuan Spring.
Song luyou
The lonely crane will fly back and spend another day in Liao, so the old friend will change. After all, the dead graves, the vast dreams and the ants of the princes have all become dust. How did you neglect spring on that day when you took wine to the garden and asked for flowers and willows? Time has changed, sighing about the garden belt and the temples frost.
Make friends. Spread out like a cloud. Unexpectedly, I am in this body now. Fortunately, the eyes are bright and healthy, and the tea is fragrant and the rice is soft. Not only am I old, but also people are poor. Avoid danger, destroy ambition, idle in the short boat lake. What do I hate? A fisherman was drunk, and a friend in the stream was his neighbor.
Partridge, take off the Confucian crown and put on a feather coat.
Ju Hee Song
Take off the Confucian clothes and put on the down jacket. Green mountains and green waters return with dignity.
As a real dragon and tiger in a tripod, it is very important to care about people's leisure.
Give birth to wings and smoke Looking back, I saw many graves.
I didn't find a couple playing flute across from the Phoenix, and I was flying alone.
I don't need others to persuade me to drink.
Song Xin qi Ji
I don't need to be advised to drink. I'm afraid the wine is empty. Don't hate parting, don't hate being in a hurry. The story of Diusim's distinguished guest, the high hill outside the unicorn flower, who is the world hero? Going out with a smile is a thousand miles away.
Sun Liu, can make me, not for public. I did all kinds of things like this, and this matter was handed over to Qu Nong. However, I feel that I have done nothing but drunkenness and romance in my life. Dili does not shave, and Jianhu East also shaves.
Three Thinking Poems of Wang Fengyuan
Wang Song Anshi
Artemisia capillaris wants to be covered today, and the autumn wind blows on the hill.
Wonderful qualities are not possessed by ordinary people, only old friends know them.
Lushan Mountain falls to the south as a copywriter, and Suishui comes to the east to enter the wine cellar.
History is pitiful and easy to handle, and that was the case at that time.
Buxu
Song luyou
Prison in Luoyang, imperial palace invaded Yun Qi; Today, people have passed Luoyang, but nothing grows.
The bronze camel lies on the deep back, which worries me. The poor stranger also smiled and sang.
The world is cold, and thousands of people look at flowers at the same time.
The autumn wind blows wild Artemisia in Beimang, and the ancient burial is gradually flat and the new burial is high.
Twenty-four poems and fu
Song Shi zhi Yu
The old and the new are lazy to welcome, and the dry shape is seen under the rock burial.
Endure a midnight dream. A lamp that has been cold for two years.
3. Express a poem that used to be a general, but now it is an ordinary grave.
Where will the past and present be? A pile of grass on the wasteland is missing.
The poem "Good Song" in Cao Qin's Dream of Red Mansions was written by a lame Taoist in the novel.
Original text:
Everyone knows that immortals are good, but their fame is unforgettable!
Where will the past and present be? A pile of grass on the wasteland is missing.
Everyone knows that the fairy is good, but gold and silver can't forget it!
In the end, I only hate getting together, but I close my eyes for a long time.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, and only a good wife can forget them!
You said hello on your birthday, and you died with others.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, and only children and grandchildren can't forget them!
There have been many infatuated parents since ancient times. Who has seen filial piety?
Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia;
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.