A poem describing off-year life
Song Sunwei, Sacrificing Birthday
His face looks like Chu Ting Hok, and his moustache looks like a green turtle.
If you want to know Xiangfu's birthday, this is the time to offer sacrifices to the kitchen.
Appreciation: Sacrificing stoves in off-year is a traditional custom with great influence and wide spread among Han people. Because after a day, Kitchen God will go to heaven to visit the Jade Emperor, so we should pay tribute to Kitchen God and ask him to say more good things and bring back good luck. The first two sentences of this poem describe the appearance of the kitchen god, and the last two sentences describe the activities of offering sacrifices to the kitchen god.
Song Fan Chengda's Ci of Sacrificing a Kitchen.
On the 24th of the twelfth lunar month in the ancient Fuxi, the kitchen owner spoke to the sky.
Clouds, cars and horses linger, and there are cups and plates at home.
The pig's head is rotten and hot, the fish is fresh, and the bean paste is Gan Song powder bait.
When a man asks his daughter to avoid it, he drinks and burns money.
You can't smell the struggle of your handmaid, and you are not angry about the horns of cats and dogs;
Send you drunk, and you will never return to the clouds.
Seek profit and return points.
Appreciation: Sacrificing stoves in off-year is a common custom in the north and south of the country. In the past, on this day, people would worship the kitchen god and grandmother on the wall near the stove. A pair of couplets will be posted on both sides of the shrine, which reads "Heaven performs good deeds", "Peace in the lower bound" or "Auspicious return to the palace" and the banner reads "Head of the family". The ancients said that "food is the most important thing for the people", so it is completely understandable that people respect the kitchen god as the head of the family. This poem describes in detail the abundance of food sacrificed to the kitchen god, as well as folk traditions such as "men offering women at will".
"Little Year" Wen Song Tianxiang
When Yan Shuo is poor, Jiangnan worships off-year
Being old is happy, and life experience is death.
It's snowing in Qian Shan, and it's day in Wan Li, Hong Fei.
Going out is boundless, but I am at a loss.
24th (Tian Xiang, Wen Song)
A strong heart is full of glory, and illness is quiet.
Three days before the Spring Festival, the year of Jiangxiang.
If 18 years old has water, the customs will be different.
The temple is barren and slippery. Who burns paper money?
Appreciation: These two poems were written in the early years. Yanjing, now Beijing, is the place where Wen Tianxiang was defeated and captured and sacrificed heroically. The mixed feelings of festivals, yearning for hometown and determination to die are all revealed in these two poems.
Lu Xun, "Gengzi made a fuss about things"
A chicken glue is sweet and a gown is fragrant.
If there is nothing at home, there are only a few antelopes.
Appreciation: Invite Zhao Jun to eat gum and stick his teeth, so that he can't speak ill of the Jade Emperor. The custom of killing antelopes to sacrifice stoves has been handed down from the Han Dynasty. "Petal fragrance" is a Buddhist term, that is, a wick of incense. Show your piety by burning incense. And this wick fragrance can only be obtained by pawning clothes. This poem describes the embarrassment brought by poverty when poor families spend their primary school time.
Xiao nian Shi 2
Six-character Ten Commandments and Huang Yanhua
(Song) Liu Kezhuang
I have tasted and commented on everything, but I don't know who is good or bad.
Meng Zhuang knows a little bit about it, which is different from Chinese New Year.
Hua Yan Zhi ke Liao
(Song) Liu Kezhuang
Outside the eaves, it is dark in June and autumn, and this love is deep and quiet in the next year.
Bad wall fireflies are like fishing fire, and ancient wall bees are like shooting.
When you are wet behind the ears, you will forget those ancient words. When you enter the mountainous area, you can remember the past.
The old monk buried the jade and returned to the tower, listening to the clock alone, with a lot on his mind.
Sitting alone in Nantang on a rainy night
(Song) Lu You
The old lady has dark eyes and sparse teeth. She is under seventy and over sixty.
Who do old friends want to entertain? Sitting alone silently reciting the yearbook.
The north wind is blowing day and night, and the mud in the empty village is deep and wet.
In the next episode, Phoenix Landenai, the poor firefly often shines!
Hostel topic
(Song) Lu You
Yedian Mountain Bridge is a donkey, Haoran is very happy to chat with me.
How old is the child's eye? She has resigned and appeared in the camera, and her fetal hair is still being combed today.
In autumn, the small urn is full of wine and the idle books are broken.
White clouds are barren, everything is crowded, and they are often tolerant of the world.
Reading on a winter night
(Song) Lu You
Maoling is not the same as before after his illness. He is skinny and his hair is short.
The red candle regrets drinking from the long night, and the green lamp celebrates the New Year's book.
It's not too late for sages to see life, but it's too late to die.
Don't laugh at the ruined house, but recite all the strings in my house.
Old pine trees in the ancient temple
(Tang)
The centenarian Zen master said that the first teacher refers to this pine tree.
In off-year, you will see the weight of branches as soon as possible.
The moon sill moves to a lonely shadow, and the autumn pavilion stands out.
Finally, I caught Yunlong because of the night electricity.
Care about perfume ink
Anti-flu
Although steep and dangerous, the essence is born from the heart.
Relying on the cloud alone knows immortality, hanging on the wall like Gao Quan.
Turn the fan and the waves move to the shore, and the light returns to the setting sun and shines on the mountains.
When I was young, I studied my ancestors, so I should send a message in a foreign country.
Making Dongchuan Hanjiang flute.
Yuan Zhen (Tang)
In my early years, I wrote a poem "You Fuliang".
Where was it when you were listening tonight? It's Yinan South Building, Yuexi County, Yueming County.
Drunk sleep
(Song) Tang Geng
The mountains are as quiet as ancient times, and the days are as long as small years.
I can still get drunk, and a good bird might as well sleep.
The taste of the world is often hidden, and time goes by.
I often get a sentence in my dream, but I forget it with a brush.
yellow dragon temple
(Qing) Fujian Lin Si
Thousands of trees are towering, and the lonely peak is against the iron boat.
Because the guests look at the paintings, the temple is full of dragons.
Baodi is sad for the previous generation, and the thin group is sitting in a small year.
Songhua couldn't blow, and half fell to the edge of the lecture hall.
Poems describing mistress
Zhu eryan
(Song) Dai Fugu
A servant from Shan Ye, Yu Qiao lives in * * *.
Learning from my father's poems in my early years was also out of kindness.
Search your belly and write hard words.
Life travels everywhere, and a bald man has no partner.
The year before last, I got Yan Yan, and this year I got Yan Yu.
I am self-satisfied, strict with myself, and I am in harmony with Zhong Lu.
Spells are bitter, too. Stick them with a hairpin.
After attending hundreds of schools, I will eventually learn from Du Fu.
Feather also has a high attitude and refuses to accept the imperial examination.
Elegant and coquettish, vivid.
Persistence is too hurtful and out of line with the world.
Long song is an antique, independent portal.
I respect Er Yan, and Er Yan is with me.
I always go back to my old mountain. I can live for a few years.
There are 500 articles in my life, none of which belong to a master.
What is scattered between heaven and earth is not necessarily dust.
Bye-bye, Zhu Eryan, help me pick it up.
The lost son
(Song) Jiang Teli
What is the limit of love? It's easy to lose your mind when you die.
Chatting for the twilight scene, running with the next year.
Breastfeeding is empty at night, and the boudoir is lost.
Knowing the real magic bubble, I feel sad.
"Yin ordered an official prostitute to compose a poem."
(Song) Li Xin
Autumn wind blows curtains, waves break jade and autumn breaks.
Siegfried beauty holds the bright moon, sits and scatters a silver hook cone to draw snow.
What do you look like, Mrs. Wei? She studied songs in her early years.
It's not too early to ask for tips, but now it's old to plant trees in Jiangnan.
The pavilion and the moon are idle, and the beauty smiles at the hibiscus.
Ling Bo's back fence stands upright, and Zheng Curtain is introduced.
Maoling white horse returns, Jiangbei maple flowers are flying all over the sky.
240 Poems of Sage Filial Piety by Li Shiqian
(Song) Lin Tong
Killing is unfilial, and people are not necessarily like clouds.
Full of murderous words, look at your childhood.