Ancient Poems about Three 1. Poems about Three
Long March
My concubine's hair is newly restored, I was picking flowers, paying by my door.
when you, my lover, on a bamboo horse, came trotting in circles and throwing green plums.
we lived near together on a lane in Ch'ang-kan, both of us young and happy-hearted.
at fourteen I became your wife, so bashful that I dared not smile.
and I lowered my head toward a dark corner, and would not turn to your thousand calls.
but at fifteen I straightened my brows and laughed, learning that no dust could ever seal our love.
that even unto death I would await you by my post, and would never lose heart in the tower of silent watching!
then when I was sixteen, you left on a long journey, through the Gorges of Ch'u-t'ang, of rock and whirling water.
and then came the Fifth-month, more than I could bear, and I tried to hear the monkeys in your lofty far-off sky.
your footprints by our door, where I had watched you go, were hidden, every one of them, under green moss.
hidden under moss too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind added fallen leaves.
August butterfly yellow, hover, two by two, in our west-garden grasses.
and, because of all this, my heart is breaking, and I fear for my bright cheeks, lest they fade.
oh, at last, when you return through the three Pa districts, send me a message home ahead!.
and I will come and meet you and will never mind the distance, all the way to Chang-feng Sha.
a Song of Lu Mountain to Censor Lu Xuzhou
I am the madman of the Chu country, who sang a mad song disputing Confucius.
holding in my hand a staff of green jade, I have crossed, since morning at the Yellow Crane Terrace.
all five Holy Mountains, without a thought of distance, according to the one constant habit of my life.
Lushan Mountain is near Nandou, in clouds reaching silken like a nine-panelled screen and with its shadows in a crystal lake deepening the green water.
the Golden Gate opens into two mountain-ranges, a silver stream is hanging down to three stone bridges.
within sight of the mighty Tripod Falls, ledges of cliff and winding trails lead to blue sky.
and a flush of cloud in the morning sun, whence no flight of birds could be blown into Wu.
I climb to the top. I survey the whole world, the river is boundless, and you can't return it.
yellow clouds that winds have driven hundreds of miles, and a snow-peak whitely circled by the swirl of a ninefold stream.
and so I am singing a song of Lu Mountain, a song that is born of the breath of Lu Mountain.
where the Stone Mirror makes the heart's purity purer, and green moss has buried the footsteps of Xie.
I have eaten the immortal pellet and, rid of the world's troubles, before the lute's third playing have achieved my element.
far away I watch the angels riding coloured clouds, toward heaven's Jade City, with hibiscus in their hands.
and so, when I have traversed the nine sections of the world, I will follow Saint Luao up the Great Purity.
Emei Mountain Moon Song
Emei Mountain is in the autumn of the first half of the month, and it is reflected in the Pingqiang River.
At night, Qingxi flows to the Three Gorges, but I miss you and I don't see Yuzhou.
one of it is hard to go's three songs
pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, and a jade plate of dainty food calls for a million coins.
I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, the Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.
it is hard to go, it is hard to go, many roads, where is Ann now?
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
It's all Comrade Li Bai's
2. China's classical literature loves three, and famous sayings or poems about three
by this wall that surrounds the three Qin districts, through a mist that makes five rivers one.
after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold. A thousand miles from her home, a lady of the palace lived here these twenty years.
on the third day, taking my place to cook, washing my hands to make the bridal soup. The founding of the state and Wu Wei San divided into three kingdoms, the restoration of five baht coins chi in the Chinese room revitalization.
independent knowledge of three dynasties, your dagger was the scale of life. With its three southern branches reaching the Chu border, and its nine streams touching the gateway of Jing.
the Three Kingdoms, divided, have been bound by his greatness, the Eight-Sided Fortress is founded on his fame. I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.
Three mountains and half a hill, like this Island of White Egrets dividing the river. The third summons weighted him with affairs of state, and to two generations he gave his true heart.
yet his will, among the Three Kingdoms at war, was only as one feather against a flaming sky. The western hills are covered with snow all the year round, and the three cities are heavily garrison; The southern outskirts of the bridge, across the magnificent jinjiang.
It's flying down three thousands of feet, and it's suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days. At the time of the late spring snow, the great wall, the journey across the yellow river around Montenegro.
On the evening of the ebb tide, in the slanting moon of the river, two or three fires are Guazhou. Cloudy peaks run northward in the three Jin districts, and rains are blowing westward through the two Ling valleys.
Sanxiang's declining temples meet with autumn colors, three thousand miles my heart goes, homesick with the moon. The snow covered the cold, cold brightness, the light of the frontier was shining on the banners.
...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.
3. What are the ancient poems of "three verses and three loves"
1. Spring Hope
Author: Du Fu-Tang
though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.
where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief.
after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin, to hold the hairpins any more.
2, Shu Xiang
Author: Du Fu-Tang
where is the temple of the famous Premier, in a deep pine grove near the City of Silk.
with the green grass of spring colouring the steps, and birds chirping happily under the leaves.
the third summons weighted him with affairs of state, and to two generations he gave his true heart.
but before he could conquer, he was dead, and heroes have wept on their coats ever since.
3,
Study hard
Author: No
think hard before the case, thin shadow with lights.
read a volume carefully, and the moon sets late in the morning.
4, "Poetry of Labor"
Author: cassava-modern
How can everything be satisfactory, happiness is more than paper.
it's ridiculous to be young and young, and it's comforting to know that your hands are full of cocoons.
5, "Ode to Labor"
Author: Huang Xuejun-Modern labor opens a new era, waving goodbye to apes.
generations have worked hard, and the vicissitudes of life have changed.
4. Poems of the ancients describing the Three Gorges
1. Baidigao is the Three Gorges Town, and Qutang is dangerous. -Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) "Ten Poems of Kuizhou Song"
The natural barrier of Qutang lies under Baidicheng, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Because of the dangerous terrain, it will be a military important place in all previous dynasties.
2. Farewell to the White Emperor's colorful clouds, and return to Jiangling in a day. -Li Bai (Tang)
I said goodbye to Baidicheng in the morning, and Jiangling, thousands of miles away, can return in one day, describing the rapidity and urgency of the Three Gorges River.
3. Emei is full of battles, and the witch locks the west wind. The river can't be shut up, and all the water faces east. -Chen Yi's Ode to the Three Gorges
Emei Mountain is as high as a thousand feet. It can hold the west wind, but it can't hold the river flowing eastward from running all the way.
4. Books and newspapers reported that Jiujiang was happy for the time being, but they wanted to return their worries when passing through the Three Gorges. -Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty), "Write a brief book, smell the gorge, send it first with poetry"
When I received the letter to report, I was temporarily happy for a while, but when I reached the Three Gorges, I was homesick again.
5. Say goodbye to the rain in the Three Gorges, and the horse will enter the dust in Jiuqu. -Bai Juyi (Tang)
My friend left by boat in the misty rain of the Three Gorges, and when he arrived in Beijing, he whipped his horse.
5. Three ancient poems
a mooring under north fort hill Wang Wan
under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water.
until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.
...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets.
at last I can send my messengers? Wildgeese, homing to Loyang. Poetic: Traveling in the green hills and boating in the green waters. (under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water. )
When the tide is full, the water surface between the two banks becomes wider. Sail with the wind and sail high. (until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail. )
Before the night disappeared, a red sun rose from the sea. Before the old year passed away, the river was already showing the spring. (...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. )
where will the letters from my hometown be sent? When will Guiyan fly to Luoyang? (at last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang. ) "Red Cliff" Du Mu folded his halberd and sank the sand and iron, but he didn't sell it, so he washed it and recognized the previous dynasty.
If the east wind doesn't cooperate with Zhou Lang, the copper finches lock Er Qiao in spring. Poetic: The broken painting halberd sank in the sand and has not yet been melted. After picking it up and washing it, you can still vaguely see the sword and shadow of history. If the east wind doesn't come, how can Zhou Yu use the east wind to burn Cao Cao's 8 thousand water army and win a great victory? The overall situation of the Three Kingdoms is uncertain. Presumably, when Cao Cao built a bronze sparrow terrace in Yedu (now Linzhang County, Hebei Province) two years later, Da Qiao (Mrs. Sun Ce) and Xiao Qiao (Mrs. Zhou Yu), the beauties of Dongwu, may be locked in bronze finches, and their love for spring is infinite. "Huanxisha" Su Shi swims in Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west.
The blue buds at the foot of the mountain are short dipped in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. It's raining at dusk. Who says life cannot return to the juvenile period again? The flowing water in front of the door can still go west! Don't sing yellow chicken with white hair.
at the foot of the mountain, bluegrass shoots into the stream, the path between the pine forests is clear and muddy, and cuckoos cry in the drizzle in the evening. Who says you can't be young when you are old? The running water in front of the door can still rush to the west persistently! Don't worry about sighing white hair, worry about singing yellow chicken.
6. Looking for a poem with a title of three words
1. Thoughts on a Quiet Night
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
translation:
The bright moonlight sprinkled on the enough paper in front of the bed, as if a layer of frost had appeared on the ground.
I can't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I can't help but bow my head and think of my hometown far away.
2.
In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi
A remnant sun was lying in the water, and half the river was rustling and half the river was red.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a real pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Translation:
A setting sun gradually sinks into the river, and the river is half green and half brilliant red.
The loveliest thing is that night on the third day of September, bright as pearls, and crescent-shaped like a bow.
3. Eight Arrays
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
the Three Kingdoms, divided, have been bound by his greatness, the Eight-Sided Fortress is founded on his fame.
beside the changing river, it stands stony as his grief, that he never conquered the Kingdom of Wu.
Translation:
You have made great achievements in the Three Kingdoms, created an eight-array map, and achieved a permanent reputation.
the river flowing eastward can't push you to lay stones, and I will regret your failure to destroy Wu.
4. Zhuli Hall
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
Translation:
Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes whistling.
who in the jungle knows I'm here? Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.
5,
Give Lotus
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The flowers and leaves in the world are inconsistent, and the flowers go into the golden basin to make dust.
Only the green lotus and red lotus are naive.
this flower and this leaf often set each other off, which reduces the red and kills people.
Translation:
People in the world have different opinions about flowers and leaves. They plant flowers in beautiful golden pots, but leave them in the soil and turn them into dust.
only the lotus flower is matched with red flowers and green leaves, and the lotus leaf is curled and relaxed, and the lotus flower is open and closed, which sets off so perfectly and naturally.
Lotus and lotus leaf have been reflecting each other for a long time. When the lotus leaf falls and the lotus leaves wither, how regrettable it is.