The First and Second Poems of Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Like a flower, there is a high sky in the world from the center of the cloud.
Below, I saw the green and agitation of the water. Heaven and earth are far away,
Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
Secondly,
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night.
I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.
Think back to her lover, lover, the person far away from the horizon, the eyes that sent her away, and the source of tears now.
If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
Di Zi fell on Zhu Bei, and his eyes were pitiful. Autumn wind blows gently, and Dongting waves under the leaves. To the top (not: to the top) to celebrate the wedding. What's on the tree when the bird is among the apples? Yuan (referring to Angelica dahurica) and (also: "Li", meaning "Lishui, also in Hunan") have it, and Lan has it. I miss my son and dare not speak. Looking from a distance, look at the flowing water. What do elk eat? What is the source of coke? Chi Chao Ma Yu Xi Gao Jiang, Xi Ji Xi Lu. When I hear that beautiful woman calling me, I will drive away. Build a room in the water, repair it and cover it. Sun Bi Xi purple altar, broadcast (ju, the third sound, the ancient word "broadcast", the original word is, mouth to the left vertical, mining plus) pepper Xi Cheng Tang. Xi Lan, Guidong, Yi Xinmei Xi Pharmacy. This is a curtain, this is a curtain. White Xi is a small town, and Shi Lan Xi is perfume. Wu, dazzling Du Heng. A hundred herbs combine with the real court to build a fragrant door. When nine flowers meet, the spirit comes like a cloud. The river donated more than I wanted, and Lipu left more than I wanted. If you go to Tingzhou and Du Ruo, you will be far away. You can't get it suddenly, you can speak freely and be tolerant.
The Book of Songs, Tai Feng and Drum Music
Drums are dull and soldiers actively use them. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried. Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest. Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. I am rich, but I am still alive. I'm sorry, but I don't believe it
2. What are the white ancient poems suitable for men and women to read together? They are "Into the Wine" and "Uncle Yun of Xie Tiao Building in Xuanzhou".
Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River".
Lu you, chai feng, and red hands.
Poetry is a unique style in Chinese with a special format and rhythm. Poetry can be divided into classical poetry and modern poetry according to rhythm. Classical poetry and modern poetry are concepts formed in the Tang Dynasty, which are divided from the perspective of poetic rhythm.
According to the content, it can be divided into narrative poems, lyric poems, farewell poems, frontier poems, pastoral poems, nostalgic poems (epics), mourning poems, object-chanting poems, military poems and so on. Classical poems include The Book of Songs, Songs of the South, Yuefu, Han Fu, Folk Songs of the Southern and Northern Dynasties and so on. Modern poetry is generally quatrains, metrical poems and parallel poems (long laws).
3. The poem "The Two Ends of the Cloud" is suitable for male and female voices (both male and female).
(female)
When you leave,
Said to me,
Leave that umbrella,
This is my refuge,
I want to keep out the blazing sun,
However, you quietly took away the wind, rain,
And the blazing sun.
(male)
When I left,
Left an umbrella,
I know,
You must blame me in your heart,
Blame me me for taking the wind, rain,
And the blazing sun.
When I left,
Except for my heavy footprints,
And my gloomy shadow,
Actually, I didn't bring anything,
I can't take anything with me.
(female)
When you leave,
Said to me,
The umbrella is still in its original place,
For my convenience,
However, since then, the wind and rain have never appeared again.
The blazing sun never appeared again.
(male)
When I left,
Actually, I didn't bring anything,
I can't take anything with me,
Because, wind and raindrops,
The blazing sun,
It has been deeply rooted there.
(female)
Did you hear that?
Wind and rain outside the window,
However, no matter how I fiddle with it,
Still can't open the umbrella.
When the wet sunshine,
When the breeze blows to the window,
The umbrella was quietly propped up.
(male)
Did you hear that?
Wind and rain outside the window,
The umbrella that fell,
It's already open, right?
When the wet sunshine,
When the breeze blows to the window,
I couldn't help taking a deep breath.
(Author: Yuan Ge, search: "Yuan Ge" or "Yuan Ge's poem" or the title of the poem, you can enjoy the wonderful recitation of the teachers)
4. Ancient poems and songs suitable for men and women to recite together ~ Chicken firewood style red crisp hands
[Song] Lu You
Red crisp hands. Huangteng wine willow on the palace wall of Spring City. Dongfeng evil. Love is thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.
Spring is as old as ever. People are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. Peach blossoms fall. Leisure swimming pool hall. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Momomo.
Chaitou, Bao Qing City, Shi Feng
[Song] Tang Wan
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn is cold and the night is hazy. Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!
Lu You, a poetess, originally belonged to the gentry lady of surnamed tang in the same county of Tang (Tang Wan, Lu You's cousin). After marriage, "get along with each other day and night" and "get along well" are a loving couple who are like brothers and sisters. And mother Lu was afraid that Lu You would be immersed in love and neglect her work, so she was angry with Tang Wan and scolded her. I defeated Yuanyang in less than three years. At first, Lu You wanted to hide Tang Wan in the snow. Now, Lu You's mother married Wang to her son. Finally, they were forced to separate under the pressure of their mother's fate, and Tang remarried Zhao Shicheng, the son of the same county, and was never heard from again. One spring day seven years later, Lu You met Tang, who was traveling with her husband, in Shenyuan near the Yuji Temple in the south of her hometown (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). Tang arranged wine and food to show his comfort to Lu You. Lu you was deeply moved by people's feelings, so he took the word "drunken songs" and wrote a letter on the garden wall.
Tang Wan, whose real name is Huixian, was born and died in an unknown year. Tang Wan was quiet, witty and brilliant since childhood. The Lujia once took an exquisite heirloom, Feng Chai, as a keepsake and got engaged to the Tang family. Lu You was about twenty years old and married Tang Wan.
After marriage, the couple get along well and have a good relationship. Unexpectedly, Tang Wan's brilliant and intimate feelings with Lu You aroused Lu Mu's dissatisfaction. Later, Lu Mu thought that Tang Wan had delayed his son's future, so he ordered Lu You to divorce Tang Wan. Lu You once built another yard for Tang Wan. When her mother found out, she ordered Lu You to marry another docile and filial king. A few years later, Lu You visited Shenyuan Garden and happened to meet Mr. and Mrs. Tang Wan in the garden. With the consent of her husband Zhao Shicheng, Tang Wan personally proposed a toast to Lu You. After Lu You drank it, he wrote the poem "Hairpin Phoenix" in Shenyuan, and then he left.
After a meeting in Shen Yuan, Tang Wan was heartbroken. After returning to China, I pondered Lu You's words repeatedly, and then wrote the same Qupai words, and soon died of depression. Until his later years, Lu You often remembered the past and could not forget the old feelings. For this reason, he wrote many touching poems. People were moved by these poems, but also remembered the story of him and Tang Wan.
5. Are there any ancient poems suitable for men and women to read together? They must be the ancient water tune-Su Dongpo.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
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Pipa Hang-Bai Juyi
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. Wuling teenagers fight for their heads, and a song gives countless rolls of red silk.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. Take an empty boat to Jiangkou, no company, only the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she will dream of her victory, and her makeup will turn red and her tears will dry up. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . Last year, I resigned from the imperial city, and now I am sick and exiled in Jiujiang.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. The humidity near Cannes is very low, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
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Jinjin wine-Li Bai
Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?
The illustration is gone, how lovely it is locked in the bright mirror in the high room, although the silky black in the morning has turned into snow at night.
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly.
Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! .
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .
Five-flowered horse, golden autumn,
Give them to the boy in exchange for wine and share your sorrow forever.
6. What's wrong with poems suitable for men and women to recite?
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone for a long, long time
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She has the color of lilacs,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She wandered in the lonely rain lane,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me,
Like me.
Walking silently, cold, sad and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Come closer and take a breath,
She drifted like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream.
Like lilacs floating in a dream,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Dissipated,
Even her sighing eyes are lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone for a long time,
Long and lonely rain lane,
I hope to float past a girl as sad as a lilac.
Bai Juyi's everlasting regret song ~
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.
Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.
Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
Hot spring water sliding and jade washing
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.
But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.
There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house dresses up to serve the night, and the Yulou banquet is drunk in spring.
Sisters and brothers are all in the soil [1] because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.
... rise from the Li Palace and enter the blue clouds.
... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her.
Fu (pí) came with encouragement and broke Chang's clothes song.
Jiuchong City Que (què) is dusty, and Qiancheng (shèng) travels southwest of Wan Ren (qí). ("Que" is pronounced as surname when it is pronounced, and qu è when it is not pronounced as surname, which stands for Palace Que and City Que. When you read jué, you mean to remove, dig and destroy. )
The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.
When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will hang around and drink wine slowly.
Dian, a green and white jade tassel and a golden hairy bird, failed to collect land.
With loving eyes
Write the full moon of nature with loving eyes! Will rise from the ancient trees, I feel it is love! I feel that her cheeks are flushed and her pen and ink are straight, which is my favorite line to read. Since then, I have been lying on my chest in the spring listening to those ordinary or dull days, and those days after I fell in love with you can't be more ordinary.
Xi Murong's faith
I believe that the essence of love is like the simplicity and gentleness of life. I believe that all the light and shadow are mutually reflecting and congenial. I believe that the flowers full of trees only come from a seed in the ice and snow. I believe that 300 poems repeatedly tell only one sentence, which I couldn't say when I was young. I believe that God has arranged everything. I also believe that if you are willing to return to that distant and humble source with me.
Xi Murong is looking forward to it.
In fact, I was only looking forward to that moment. I never asked you to give me your life. If I can meet you on the hillside full of gardenias, if I can love you deeply once and then leave you, then the long life will be only a short moment when I look back.
Standing on a broken bridge and watching love.
Standing on the broken bridge, waving the wings of imagination and galloping for thousands of years, the oil-paper umbrella is still brand-new in the love story. Acacia coming from the waves boiled my shyness, and the reflection in the depths of the clouds made a legend take root in my heart until it blossomed.
7. What poems are suitable for a man and a woman to recite? There are many poems suitable for men and women to recite, such as Rain Lane by Dai Wangshu, The Farthest Distance in the World and Tie a Heartstring by Tagore, as well as To Ship and To Oak Tree.
Girls' feelings are always poems. Reading more poems when they are teenagers is very helpful to improve their literary quality and cultivate their temperament, especially the euphemistic and moving Song Ci poems suitable for reading aloud. I recommend reading poems by Li Qingzhao, Liu Yong, Zhou Bangyan, Yan Shu, Jiang Kui, Ouyang Xiu and Lu You, including but not limited to the following ten poems:
1, Li Qingzhao: Slow Sound
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 were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them 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.
2. Li Qingzhao: "When you cut the plum, the red lotus root, fragrant mushrooms and autumn"
Red lotus root fragrant jade mushroom autumn, light solution Luo Shang, alone on the green boat. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation. Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
3. Li Qingzhao: "Dead Hua Lian by Lin Jiangxian and Ouyang Gong."
The courtyard is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually clear, and the Fuling tree returns in spring, making people old and healthy.
I have many feelings about the moon and the wind. Now that I am old, I have nothing to do. Who is more pitiful and withered? It's boring to try the lights. I'm not in the mood to walk in the snow.