1. Poems about grudges (What are the verses about Geng Geng Yuhuai in "The Best of Us")
Poems about grudges ("The Best of Us") What are the poems about Geng Geng Yuhuai in "We") 1. What are the poems about Geng Geng Yuhuai in "The Best of Us"
The night is long, and the stars are about to dawn.
——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret" Original text: Song of Everlasting Regret Tang Dynasty · Bai Juyi The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. He couldn't get it from Yu Yu for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, poor and glorious.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but as girls. The blue clouds are rising from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.
Slow singing, dancing and dancing on silk and bamboo, the emperor could not see enough. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwest. The green flowers swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse. There is no one to collect the flowers and leaves on the ground, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed. The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin. The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord loves each other day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rain at night. The sky spins and the earth turns back to Long Yu. He hesitates and cannot go.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yu Yan died. The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes on, and looked eastward at the capital gate to return on horseback.
After returning, the ponds and gardens are still the same, with Taiye hibiscus and young willows. Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this?
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.
The disciples of Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e of Jiaofang is old. The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been used up before they can fall asleep.
The long night begins with bells and drums, and the stars are about to dawn. The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and heavy, and the jade quilt is cold. Who cares?
After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep. Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity.
In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently. Empty and control the energy, it rushes like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth to seek everywhere.
The blue sky above and the yellow spring below are nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea. The mountain was in the ethereal place.
The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies. One of them has a character called Tai Zhen, and his skin and appearance are all mixed.
Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and if you turn to the small jade, you will be rewarded with double success. Hearing that the Emperor of Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent is frightened.
Wandering around while holding clothes and pushing pillows, the silver screen of beads and foil spreads out. The hair on the temples is half fresh and sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of the hall.
The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers. The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are blurry. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace.
Turning back and looking down at the world, I could not see Chang'an but the dust and mist. But I will express my affection for old things, and send my hairpin to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin to form a fan, break the gold hairpin into two halves. But the teaching heart is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with great care and sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth, I wish to be a twig. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
Translation: Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty preferred beauty. After becoming the emperor, he had been looking for beauties for many years, but found nothing. There was a daughter of the Yang family who had just grown up. She was very beautiful and she was raised in a boudoir. Outsiders did not know her beauty.
Naturally beautiful and charming, it was difficult for her to be buried in the world. As expected, it didn’t take long for her to become a concubine beside Emperor Ming of Tang Dynasty. When she looked back and smiled, she was full of charm and charm; all the six officials and concubines were overshadowed.
When the spring was cold, the emperor gave her a bath in Huaqing Pool. The warm spring water washed her skin like gelatin. The maid supported her, and Pingting was as weak as a hibiscus emerging from the water, and she began to gain favor from the emperor.
Her hair is like clouds on her temples, her face is like flowers, and she wears a golden walking stick on her head. Spend the spring night with the emperor in the warm hibiscus tent.
Deep love only hates the short spring night, sleeping until the sun rises high. The king was deeply in love with his children and his gentle country, and never went to court again.
I am so busy that I have no time to accept your pleasures and serve you. In the spring, he traveled with the emperor, and in the evening, he slept with him every night.
There were no less than three thousand concubines in the harem, but she was the only one who enjoyed the emperor's favor. Dressing up in the golden house, coquettishly staying with the king every night; drinking and feasting in the jade tower, drunkenness adds a bit of charm.
Her brothers and sisters were all honored with titles because of her, and the Yang family had a glorious lintel that was enviable. As a result, parents all over the world changed their minds and favored daughters over sons.
The Yuyu Qiong Tower in Huaqing Palace on Lishan Mountain towers into the clouds, and fairy music floats in all directions when the breeze passes. The singing and dancing are often in time, and the orchestral melody is vivid. The king watches it all day long, but never tires of it.
The war drums of the Yuyang rebellion were deafening, and the music of colorful clothes and feathers stopped playing in the palace. The Jiuzhong Palace was suddenly filled with dust, and the king fled to the southwest with a large number of ministers, servants and beautiful family members.
The convoy stopped and went, and it was only a hundred miles west of Chang'an. The Sixth Army stagnated and demanded that Yang Yuhuan be killed.
The king had no choice but to hang Yang Yuhuan at the foot of Mawei slope. The ornaments on the imperial concubine's head were scattered all over the floor and no one was picking them up.
The emerald green gorse scratches his head, and the precious headdress is one by one. The king couldn't help but covered his face and cried. Looking back at the scene of the noble concubine's tragic death, the blood and tears could not stop flowing.
The bleak autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, the loess dust had disappeared, and the convoy wound through the plank road, and the convoy set foot on the ancient Jiange Road. There are few people walking down Mount Emei, the flags are colorless, and the sun and moon have no light.
The beautiful mountains and clear waters of the Shu region aroused the lovesickness of the king. Looking at the moon in the palace is full of sadness, and listening to the music on a rainy night makes my voice sad.
After the rebellion subsided, the king returned to Chang'an and passed by Maweipo. He hesitated after seeing the things and missing people. At the foot of the lush Mawei slope, in the desolate yellow tombs, the beauty's face is no longer seen, only the tombs lie in the mountains.
The emperor and his ministers look at each other, their clothes are wet with tears, they look eastward at Kyoto and their hearts are sad, and their trusty horses return to the court. When I came back, I saw that the pond was still the same, the hibiscus beside Taiye Pond was still there, and the weeping willows in Weiyang Palace remained unchanged.
The hibiscus blooms like Yuhuan’s face, and the willow leaves resemble her eyebrows. How can you not feel sad at this scene? The spring breeze blows open the peach and plum blossoms, which makes people feel extremely sad; the autumn rain drops on the sycamore leaves, making the scene even more lonely and miserable. Xingqing Palace and Ganlu Palace are in depression and overgrown with autumn grass.
The steps in the palace are covered with fallen leaves, and no one has been sweeping them for a long time. The actor's head has turned white, and the palace maid's beauty has faded.
At night, fireflies were flying in the palace, and even though the lamp was exhausted, the king still could not fall asleep. The more I count the sounds of bells and drums, the longer I feel the night becomes.
Look at the stars in the distance, until the dawn shines in the east. The frost flowers on the Yuanyang tiles are reborn as cold emeralds.
2. Extract poems from the following idioms: Like frost, one leaf knows autumn, the lights are feasting, the heart is full of worries, the heart is divided.
It’s very simple, frost leaves are as red as flowers in February.
If you only ask to extract one sentence, that's it.
These 7 words can be found from 7 idioms.
The original poem is: Mountain Walk
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is sloping,
There are people living in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night,
The frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February.
Notes:
1. Mountain hike: in Walking in the mountains.
2. Hanshan: refers to the mountains in late autumn.
3. Path: small road.
4. The place where white clouds arise: a place where white clouds arise.
5. Sitting: because; due to.
Appreciation: Through the poet's emotional tendency, the poem uses the maple forest as the main scene to draw a warm and gorgeous autumn color picture of the mountain forest. The stone path leading up to Qiu Mountain in the distance first gives readers a distant view. The top of the mountain road is a place shrouded in white clouds. The road is made by people, so the white clouds are lingering but not ethereal. The cold mountains contain life, and the sentence "where the white clouds are born, there are people" becomes a natural thing. However, this is just building momentum for the next two sentences. Next, the poet clearly tells the reader that I am still parking in front of the mountain so late, just because the mountain in front of me is in full swing, better than the maple leaves of spring flowers. Compared with the white clouds in the distance and the houses that may not be visible, the maple forest is more full of the purity and vitality of life.
[Brief Analysis] This is a song that describes and praises the scenery of mountains and forests in late autumn. Little poem.