On the broad poem 1. What are the poems about being broad-minded?
1, the dark snow mountain in Changyun, Qinghai, and the lonely city overlooking Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned. -From the Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling's "Seven Military Services, the Fourth"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Qinghai Lake is overcast with dark clouds, and the snowy mountains are desolate. Yumen, the ancient city of frontier fortress, is a grand pass, thousands of miles away, facing each other from afar. The soldiers guarding the border have been through many battles, their armor is worn out, their ambitions are immortal, and they will never return to their hometown until they defeat the invading enemy.
2. Military songs should be sung with broadswords, swearing to destroy Hunu and get out of Jade Pass. Only the battlefields where countries die, why do they die in boots? -From the Qing Dynasty: Xu Xilin's "Out of the Plug"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Soldiers going to war should sing the military song Victory Day. Determined to drive the Manchu rulers out of Shanhaiguan. Soldiers only know that on the battlefield, they have to die for their country. Why do you consider transporting the body back to your hometown?
3, the mighty sorrow is slanting during the day, and the whip refers to the end of the world. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. -From Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen's Five Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the sadness of parting extends to the distant place where the sun sets. When you leave Beijing, you will feel that you are at the end of the world, and a whip is drawn to the east. I quit my job and went home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.
4, Jingkang shame, still not snow. When do courtiers hate their guts! Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky. -From the Song Dynasty: Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong writes Huai"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: When will the official grievances disappear when Jing Qi's humiliation has not been cleared? I just want to drive my chariot through the enemy camp in Helan Mountain. Hatred, eager to eat the enemy's meat, laugh at the enemy, eager to drink the enemy's blood. I want to start all over again, pick up the old rivers and mountains, and worship the old capital Jingque.
5, once you encounter hardship, the stars are scattered around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history. -From the Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang"
Interpretation of the vernacular: It was hard to be an official in the imperial examination in the early years, and now it has been four years since the end of the war. The country is in peril like catkins in a strong wind, and life is ups and downs like rootless duckweeds drifting in the rain. I'm still afraid of the fiasco at Fear Beach. It's a pity that I'm alone in Yuan Lu. Who can live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a patriotic heart that reflects history.
2. Poems about bold and open artistic conception
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
The clear sky is full of cranes and clouds, and poetry attracts Bixiao.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
Qian Fan crossed the ship's rail; Ten thousand saplings grow on the dead trees. )
There is the Kingdom of Wu in the east and the State of Chu in the south, and you can see the endless drifting of heaven and earth.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
Emei Mountain is half moon and half autumn, reflected in Pingqiang River.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
The creator has endowed all the mysterious nature here with elegance, and? The day immediately enters dawn and dusk. ..
Ceng Yun, birds are flying back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
Here is the lake in August, and heaven is an air.
Fog in Yungu and Menggu enveloped Yueyang City.
The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road.
The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages.
Looking at Dongting Lake from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
The sand sea has deepened unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds and bleak Wan Li condensate.
The mighty sorrow is slanting from the sky, and the whip refers to the horizon.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
All sides are close at hand, and the sunset is closed.
I've been talking about juvenile madness, pulling yellow on the left, holding pale on the right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, and riding a thousand troops to roll flat hills.
3. Poems describing open mind
The poem describing "open-mindedness" is as follows
1. On my way back to Baling, I wrote to see Tang Zhiyan off.
Year: Tang Author: Li photo
Last year, the twelfth lunar month came to Xiakou, and the black wind and white waves roared. The rumbling sound can't move forward,
Watching him sail away. After more than a month, I began to arrive at Nautilus Island, and the horn of the city was whistling.
Wandering around without seeing an official, I feel sad in my dreams. Under the guidance of military sage Li,
Ma also wrote a letter to Xiao Lai. The fatwa requires full rituals and the head should match.
Today, the Down's family has five dragons, which are as loud as Hong Zhong. As the youngest student in the eleventh grade,
Don't be arrogant. It takes five words to scrape bones, but I'm afraid the column will be ruined.
The younger generation didn't try to get ahead, and depressions and ponds were not suitable for a glimpse of the Bohai Sea. Your three brothers, old friends in the mountains,
It's been a long time. I didn't realize that staying for more than two months was all beautiful.
Yuwen literature, Confucianism, bamboo around the study flowers reflected water. There are many drunken dances and crazy songs here.
Sometimes you can't control yourself. It is said that Fang Bo was poor and hungry, so he was allowed to accompany the guests under a pseudonym.
The restaurant should pay the bill on the same day, and dare to pay for it. Yu Qu's two lovers,
Slaves can pick vegetables in the garden. The wild fox is full of silver leaves in spring, and it is another decade.
More romantic slaves can bully Panpa. White horse, blue robe, clear eyes,
Maybe he's really a tea boy. It's hard to come back when there is a good meeting. The film looks like a reminder.
The boat is melancholy to the south, and the eyes are broken several times.
2. "Two poems by fifteen ambassadors, watching the river rise to the valley in a postal booth in Brazil."
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
From Nanjiang, Su Yu, the waves are far from peaks.
A lonely pavilion sprays, and a thousand wells force capacity.
Han Xiao was worried about the tall bird, but the sediment trapped the old dragon.
My vision is the same as that of the hostel, which brings me open-mindedness.
Turn the shock wave into anger, that is, fear the shore and go with the flow.
It depends on what's in the cup, and it also depends on the seagulls.
Care about Xiaoshan County and see Yangzhou.
Drink for your lover, and you will be half worried about the future.
3. "Man Jiang Hong is two poems of Zhang Youshou"
Year: Meta Author: Wei Chu
Fu Liang sings alone, and he already knows the real leader. I remember that day, picturesque scenery and short time. Immediately talk about what's going on in the world, Fengchi is ten times as big as Yangzhou crane. There are many poems and books, and there is no sorrow. A living national player keeps his promise. Take responsibility, Kirin court. Count some things carefully, and you might as well clear your mind. There are eight empty seats in Wenchang today, so don't send stars into the temple. To wash Kun in the sleeve, rain in the forest, invade the cold profile.
4. Snow
Year: Song Author: Lou Jian
Winter didn't come until September. On a dark day, snow suddenly fell into the air.
It is said that the capital recovered earlier, and ten thousand officials entered He Mingguang Palace.
Kyrgyzstan has never rained since it opened, and it is as strong as youth.
The barrel handle stuck his son in the sun and cracked with a whip at night.
From the fright to the 4th of March, the insects in the stung households were shocked.
I'd rather know that Xuanming didn't investigate at all, and his flip is thousands of miles away.
At the beginning of the dark window, beads and hail were sprinkled, and six-party construction was carried out.
One day, I like to see the accumulation of tiles and ditches. I will endure the cold and stay with Tim.
After two or three days, my feet were covered with cream.
Ancient poets chanted endlessly, thinking of Changli Weng skillfully.
If you don't work hard when you are young, you will be careless when you are old.
Cao Cao's son dreamed of yesterday's play, dancing and dancing, and his eyes were full of gold.
Whoever suffers from poetry should also make Yushan the peak.
Move two icicles in the six forks, and the more you reflect, the clearer your mind will be.
As soon as I saw it, my heart itched, and I began to freeze my pen to find a poetry tube.
When I opened the door, I saw the sky was vast and neon was a million times.
Qiongyu is full of beauty, and thousands of trees are exquisite in spring.
I hate not having a 300-foot platform. I see everything.
Knowing that the phantom has disappeared is like entering Langzhong, Kunming for a period of time.
The fairy family watched the dust robbery for a while and knew it was not magical.
Fortunately, the price of rice is cheap in the coming year, and I want to plow the land with the old farmer.
The mud on the wall has passed, and it is full of songs.
5. "Poetry"
Year: Tang Author: Liu Cha
Without a confidant, it is better not to write poetry. This road will be lonely before no one leaves.
Now that the danger is dead, who will believe the newcomers? Lang Yong opened his heart, and his pen and tears fell.