1, Li Bai, the "357 words" in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright.
When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
The autumn wind is so sad and the autumn moon is so bright; The fallen leaves fluttered, gathered and scattered, and even the birds perched on the trees were frightened. I want to meet my dear on that day. Now that we are apart, when can we meet again? On this autumn night, it's really embarrassing to think of it.
2, "Xijiang Bao Yue Song Ji Song Sima Guang"
Original text:
The bun is loosely tied, and pencil lead wears light makeup. The smoke hood is light and the flying floc is uncertain.
How can we be heartless if we don't see each other? Wake up first after a break, and be quiet in the deep courtyard.
I wore a loose bun and a little makeup. Luo Yi, like smoke and fog, enveloped her light body. Her dancing is as erratic as dancing catkins and tulle. It is better to be heartless than to fall in love at first sight. After the show, I was drunk, the courtyard was deep, the moon was high and there was no sound.
3. Su Shi's "Death of Hua Lian in Late Spring and Farewell to Li Gongze" in Song Dynasty.
Original text:
There is no smoke without fire. Lonely garden, willow and old cherry.
The sunset is still sitting, and the mountains and clouds are broken.
At the end of the road, people turn the rudder. Berthing in the fishing village, the moon is dark and windy, and it is unbearable to be lonely.
With the help of flying souls, I think of you and you think of me.
The sound of falling flowers did not come from the wind, but fell to the ground by itself. In the lonely garden, flowers and trees flourish and wither. The setting sun seems to shine on the guests, and the towering green hills seem to pierce the horizontal clouds. The sender has reached the end of the road on the shore.
Monkey saw that the rudder had turned. I can't sleep all night in a deserted fishing village tonight, alone with a lonely lamp and only the dark moon. I call my friends who have left, just like I call Qu Yuan in Chu Ci. When I miss you, you miss me.
4. Li Zhiyi in Song Dynasty
Original text:
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred.
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day but I can't see you. I drink the Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward, and I don't know when it will stop, and I don't know when acacia will stop. I only hope that your mind is the same as mine, and you will live up to this mutual yearning.
5, "Gangneung Hope to Send" in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
In a sad late autumn, maple leaves are floating on the river. At this time, a west wind blew, and the trees all over the mountain rustled. I'm sorry to hear that, little girl. At first glance, the river bridge is hidden in the maple forest. It's already dusk, and I haven't seen my lover return by boat.
I am eager to see my lover come back, little girl. Miss your lover as the water of Xijiang River, and miss him as the length of running water.
2. Is a poem with charm looking for an ancient poem with charm? But ancient poetry is basically full of charm.
Su Shi's "Title Xilin Wall" sees the peak on the side of the ridge, with different heights. It's not true, just because I'm on this mountain.
Yan Shu's qingping music has a fine gold style. The plane tree leaves fall.
Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste. A small pillow and a deep sleep.
Lagerstroemia indica Zhu Jin flower residue. The sunset dried up.
The silverscreen was slightly cold last night. Yan Shu Huan Xi Sha, a new word, a glass of wine.
The weather was bad last year. When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
Xiaochi-Yang Wanli in Southern Song Dynasty. Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
The flowers in Qiong Yao are faint, and the west wind is difficult to understand. She wants to stay in the cold cloud pavilion, and the lonely lamp is half extinguished. Thunder sends rain, the rain knocks ping, and the mirror in the green pool is chaotic. No one listens to sorrow and drinks residual wine.
Yan Shu Huanxisha has always been young and limited, and it is easy to be fascinated when she has nothing to do. Don't talk frequently at the banquet, you will miss the mountains and rivers everywhere, and it will hurt spring even more.
It is better to pity the present. In Zhou Bangyan, the sand and rain around the river are too red to fly, and the hedges are surrounded by oblique light. Bees are gathering honey and sneaking home.
There is no wind and bamboo in the golden house, and the clothes are full of water and water. When spring comes, there will be a time to remember people. Su Shi's "Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo. He is a duck prophet in spring water heating.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. Night berthing on the bank of Maple Bridge in Tang Dynasty-Frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps on fishing fire.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Painting an eagle Du Fu practiced wind and frost, and the eagle painting was abnormal.
I looked askance at Hu at the thought of a sly rabbit. Optical rotation can be picked up and called Xuan.
When you hit every bird, your hair and blood will spread out to smooth the weeds. Jiang Xue, Liu Zongyuan, hundreds of mountains without birds, thousands of roads without footprints, a boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Yan Shu's qingping music has a fine gold style. The plane tree leaves fall.
Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste. A small pillow and a deep sleep.
Lagerstroemia indica Zhu Jin flower residue. The sunset dried up.
The silverscreen was slightly cold last night. It's all collected Poetry is touching and painting is intoxicating.
Charming poems and moments that should last forever have come and gone before I know it.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that.
Cross the crane shadow in the cold pond, and Leng Yue buries the flower soul. Falling flowers are independent, the rain is beautiful!
The crowd searched for her for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was already in the dim light.
I want to give my heart to Yao Qin, but there are few bosom friends, and no one listens when the string is broken.
Drops of golden rain, broken jade pot ice. Listen, it's full of heartbreak.
The ripples of water droplets finally dissipated, and wood recorded the reincarnation of this life.
Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling.
Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses, sunset, heartbroken people on the horizon.
At the beginning of the wind, a pool of spring water is wrinkled, and people are independent, Swift Qi Fei.
Then, at sunrise, he walked through the fog. Alas, it was a green landscape.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Taking the flowers and turning back lazily is partly due to self-cultivation and partly due to self-cultivation.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
If the pet is not surprised, just watch the bloom flowers fall in front of the court, unnoticed, and look at the clouds in the sky!
A flower, a day, a grass, a world, a tree, a bodhi, a soil, a Tathagata, a pure land, a smile, a meditation and a lotus flower.
Never look back, why not forget; Since there is no chance, why take the oath? Today, everything is like water without a trace; Tomorrow, you will be a stranger.
4. Ancient poetry about verve [Chrysanthemum Rhyme]-Li Liguang-
Autumn frost makes chrysanthemums, and the sunset glow is endless; I don't mean to say anything at random, but I am naturally charming.
Qingyu case
Author: Huang Gongshao
Stop sewing every social day,
How can you stand it, Shuangfeiyan?
Today, it is already half a spring in Jiangcheng.
A suit is still there, deep in the chaotic mountain, by the Guxi Bridge.
Whose needle and thread is broken?
Bit by bit, full of tears,
The sunset untied the saddle and the grass shore,
No one wears flowers, no one advises people to drink, and no one cares about drunkenness.
Death Hua Lian
Author: Su Shi \
Flowers wither and red apricots are small.
Swallows fly, green water people go around.
Small catkins are blowing on the branches
There are many fish in the sea.
Swing inside and outside the wall.
The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.
The laughter died away, and so did the sound.
Affectionate but heartless chagrin.
Magnolia order
archaism
Nalan Rong Ruo (if you want to say charm, it should be Rong Ruo. "I love you, there are clouds at the bottom, and I am full of poems."
If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind?
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.
What's more, if you are lucky and handsome, you will do it that day.
Huanxisha in Nalan Rong Ruo
Who reads the west wind alone? Rustling yellow leaves close the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the mountain.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
(The phrase "Life is like seeing it for the first time" and the phrase "At that time, it was just ordinary. "It's all very tasty. An Yiru's books are very good, telling poems in the form of stories. I suggest you have a look. )
Song dynasty (anonymous in pre-Qin dynasty)
What a night tonight, roaming in the river.
What day is today? Together with the prince.
I'm ashamed. I don't deserve my humble opinion.
Confused mood can not only satisfy the prince.
There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees.
Do you know that your heart is pleasing you?
(Don Wang Wei's "Acacia")
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
To say the charm, acacia is the best, and red beans are the best. Love, ups and downs, and all kinds of life are not worth missing.
This river is very calm.
Mulberry is very thin,
Swallows coming and going south took acacia beans away.
After dusk,
This is a kind of lazy freedom,
Think about red beans,
Let go of your troubles,
Will the face remain the same?
Who gets to the east of magpie bridge,
Look up at the stairs?
Wandering a few steps is a kind of willing waiting,
Who is in the east of Queqiao,
Watching is not enough?
Four steps and one stop,
Three steps and one step,
Two steps and one head. ...
Pack your bags,
Forget the weight, roll up your sleeves,
Acacia and red beans remain the same,
Can you stay one more night …
Put down the bamboo basket,
Pick up the water wine,
Is the gentleness of drunkenness,
Don't take the red beans away,
Afraid you'll leave,
Don't look back ...
Junyun temple,
An old and astringent dress,
Things have changed,
But a few years later,
Who left his name here?
The repaired roof,
It was a white cloud with a closed sun.
You can forget yourself,
You can't forget your feelings,
Fantasy scenery! ! ! !
5. Ancient poetry about verve is regarded as a mountain peak on the side of the mountain, with different distances.
It's not true, just because I'm on this mountain.
Yan Shu qingpingle
The golden wind is thin, the leaves fall, the first taste of green wine makes people drunk, and a small window sleeps soundly.
Lagerstroemia Zhu Jin flowers are broken and the sunset is dry. Shuang Yan wanted to go home, and Silverscreen was slightly cold last night.
Yan Shu Huanxisha
A new song and a glass of wine. The weather was bad last year. When does the sun set?
There is no choice but to let the flowers fall, as if meeting Yan's return. The fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.
Xiaochi-Yang Wanli in Southern Song Dynasty.
Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees loves sunny and soft water.
Xiao-he just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it.
The flowers in Qiong Yao are faint, and the west wind is difficult to understand. If you want to wait for the cold cloud pavilion, the solitary lamp is half extinguished.
Thunder sends rain, the rain knocks ping, and the pool mirror is chaotic. No one listens to sorrow and drinks leftover wine.
Yan Shu Huanxisha
I have always been young and limited, and I am easily ecstatic when I have nothing to do.
It is better to pity the people in front of you.
Zhou Bangyan Huanxisha
The rain is too red and wet to fly, the hedges are slanting all over the ground, and bees are making honey and sneaking home.
There is no wind and no bamboo in the golden house, and the clothes are full of water. When spring comes, there will be a time to remember people.
Su Shi's Night Scene by the Hui Chong River
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river warms the duck prophet.
Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck.
Night parking near Fengqiao Tang.
Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight.
Painted eagle du fu
Plain practice frost, eagle painting extraordinary.
I squint at you when I think of a sly rabbit.
Optical rotation can be picked up and called Xuan.
When you hit every bird, your hair and blood will smooth the weeds.
Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan.
There are no birds on a hundred mountains, no footprints on a thousand roads, a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Yan Shu qingpingle
The golden wind is thin, the leaves fall, the first taste of green wine makes people drunk, and a small window sleeps soundly.
Lagerstroemia Zhu Jin flowers are broken and the sunset is dry. Shuang Yan wanted to go home, and Silverscreen was slightly cold last night.
6. Charming poems and moments that should last forever have come and gone before I know it.
Flowers floating in the water, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I like you, but you don't know it. Cross the crane shadow in the cold pond, and Leng Yue buries the flower soul.
Falling flowers are independent, the rain is beautiful! The crowd searched for her for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was already in the dim light. I want to give my heart to Yao Qin, but there are few bosom friends, and no one listens when the string is broken.
Drops of golden rain, broken jade pot ice. Listen, it's full of heartbreak.
The ripples of water droplets finally dissipated, and wood recorded the reincarnation of this life. Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling.
Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses, sunset, heartbroken people on the horizon. At the beginning of the wind, a pool of spring water is wrinkled, and people are independent, Swift Qi Fei.
Then, at sunrise, he walked through the fog. Alas, it was a green landscape. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Taking the flowers and turning back lazily is partly due to self-cultivation and partly due to self-cultivation.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
If the pet is not surprised, just watch the bloom flowers fall in front of the court, unnoticed, and look at the clouds in the sky! A flower, a day, a grass, a world, a tree, a bodhi, a soil, a Tathagata, a pure land, a smile, a meditation and a lotus flower. Never look back, why not forget; Since there is no chance, why take the oath? Today, everything is like water without a trace; Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger. Add a sentence: "The wind is boundless", the wolf smoke rises from the west, and the cold wind hits the lonely grave in the north.
September flies, the sun sets, and the bonfire in June is endless. When the frost comes, pray for the sky and cry at dusk.
Han Ge desert eats thousands of bones, and mountains and rivers ripple in the sky. "The Condor Heroes" has a faint tomb, where master and apprentice love each other and are willing to hold hands for thousands of years.
The dust is for fun, and the dust in troubled times is eye-catching. Fly with me was surrounded by dust, and the thieves were forced to disperse.
When you are in love, it is often acacia, and you will stay in tears for sixteen years. "Love lasts forever" is easy to disappear when we meet at night, but tears come to our eyes when we think about it.
Boundless for thousands of years and ten generations, eternal. This love wishes to refer to the vast Tianhe River, and this love wishes to shed tears for the stars.
A thousand years of eternal life is still not good, I will borrow the eternal love of the moon. "I can't forget Sichuan" from meeting, once meeting, every thought, eyes are fixed on the beauty, if the wine enters the heart, it seems to be drunk when waking up. I know each other, tears line, wait for a look back, quietly wait for each other, the only Honglan Chunguang, swinging thousands of waves, carrying fog eyes, struggling to leave, suffering in every way, sorrowful, like the residual wind in Xiao Yue, endless clouds and Chu. Forget the day of death.
Han; Zhuo Wenjun's "Song of Bald Heads" is sunny in the east and rainy in the west. Tang; Liu Yuxi won the competition of Zhuzhici, why didn't he resign? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.
Tang; Lu's "ancient meaning Chang 'an" used to be difficult for water, and it will always be amber. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Tang; Yuan Zhen's "Leaving Thoughts" was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Tang; Li Shangyin's Untitled Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing. Tang; Li Bai's poem of three sentences, five sentences and seven words says that we want to fly in the sky, two birds grow together on the ground with one wing, and two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever! Tang; Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow Although my body doesn't have Cai Feng-like wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. Tang; Li Shangyin's Untitled is affectionate but always ruthless, but he feels that he can't laugh before he dies.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. Tang; Du Mu's Farewell, even this bright flame of love, is there only ashes? .
Tang; Supplement to Li Shangyin's Untitled: Who is in the golden age of drunkenness? Who asked for love? The only shadow is the sunset. I want the wind to stay at the end of the world. Looking back at the place where the grass has gone and never returned, countless explanations are fascinating and powerless, and the dust is correct. Jiang and Su Shi lived and died for ten years, which they will never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the annual heartbroken land: on the moonlit night, the courtyard of the dwarf Songshan Linjiang Fairy is slightly deep, the cloud window and fog pavilion are often covered, the plum calyx at the tip of the willow is gradually bright, and the spring returns to the Liling tree, making people old and healthy. I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.
Sand waves make the rain outside the curtain gurgle and the spring fades away. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.
In my dream, I don't want to stop spring. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! As soon as I cut plum, red lotus root and fragrant jade, I relaxed my dress and went to Lanzhou alone.
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is nothing I can do to get rid of this situation. I just frown, but my heart is foggy. I will always worry about the clouds, so that I can refresh my mind and destroy the golden beast. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die.
West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers. Follow-up: I don't understand.
One is the song = =, and the answer is: Drunken Flower Yin.
A song ~ Go to Jiangchengzi is Su Shi's ~ Then it's Langtaosha Order, then it's Plum Cut. That's it.
Follow-up: oh oh. Thank you.
7. What are the charming ancient poems? 1. A plum painting by Li Qingzhao in the Song Dynasty.
Red lotus root is fragrant, jade stays in autumn, and Luo Shang is alone in the blue boat.
Who sent the brocade book, the wild goose returned, and the west building will be full in the next month.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness and two kinds of worry-free, can not be eliminated.
Just frown straight into my heart, but straight into my heart. Dried plums
2. "Jinse" Tang Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
3. "Picking Mulberry Seeds"-Qing Nalan Xingde
Who turns the bleak music of Yuefu, the wind is rustling, the rain is rustling, and the snuff is thin all night.
I don't know what bothers me. I'm bored when I wake up, and I'm bored when I'm drunk. I have never been to Xie Qiao in my dream.
4. The Ring of Wang Tang: "Crosswind Curved Ruler, Preliminary Competition"
Yellow sand goes straight to white clouds, isolated city, Wan Ren.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
5. "Jade Case Yuan Xi" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East. It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.