The ancient poems that love China are as follows:
1. "Qinyuanchun·Dingyou Years' Thoughts" Song Dynasty: Chen Renjie
Who made China sink? The green felt has not been returned yet? The morning star and the waning moon reveal the heroes of Beizhou; the westerly wind and the setting sun reveal the Eastern Emperor's country. Liu Biao sat down for a chat and entered lightly, but the opportunity was missed at the blink of an eye? The sad thing is that it is frozen every year and the wind is cold.
It is difficult to talk and fight, but it is not necessarily possible that Jiangtuo will be able to enjoy the feast. Sighing that the prince's heart is still there, the whale and the whale lose water; when the troops are at peace, the tiger and leopard are in charge. He has no plan, but he can still do things. He even picks up the broken lamp and draws his sword to see. Qilin Pavilion is not a Zhongxing figure, and there is no Confucian crown painted on it.
Interpretation:
Who made large areas of the Central Plains fall into enemy hands? It has been more than a hundred years since the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty, and it has never been recovered. There are only as few people with lofty ideals in the north as morning stars; half of the country is like the sunset in the west wind, and has reached the end of its road; some people in the court just sit and talk, and some act recklessly and rashly. The Southern Song Dynasty was attacked by powerful enemies every year. It had been humiliated for a long time and the situation was precarious.
Peace cannot be settled, and war cannot be won. The imperial court prefers to live in peace and contentment in the south of the Yangtze River. It is a pity that although I have the ambition to make meritorious services and become a prince, I am like a whale that has left the rivers, lakes and seas, unable to put it into practice. Although I have a plan to serve as a civilian, no one appreciates it because I am a treacherous manipulator. Although those in power are incompetent, there is still room for national affairs. I am troubled late at night. Sleeping, looking at the sword under the lamp. Could it be that only military generals can contribute to ZTE, and scholars can’t be painted on the Qilin Pavilion?
2. "The Thirteen-eight Poems of Later Autumn Xing·Part 2" Qing Dynasty: Qian Qianyi
The cliffs on the promontory are sloping, and they no longer belong to China. There is no place to sacrifice one's life in the belly of a fish, how much more can there be a river full of ambergris? Looking across the Guanhe River is not a Han flag, blowing the sun and the moon is a Hujia. Chang'e has nowhere to go, leaning on the silver wheel and crying for the sweet-scented osmanthus.
Interpretation:
The cliffs and mountains on the promontory form a line, and they no longer belong to China. (Guide to the Battle of Songya Mountain) Now our Ming Dynasty is about to perish but we have no chance to commit suicide by drowning, not to mention that there are still ships passing between the waves.
At a glance, there are no Han flags in the mountains and rivers of the Ming Dynasty. The mournful music resounds through the sun and the moon, but it is no longer the Han people's musical instruments. Chang'e had nowhere to go back if she wanted to, so she could only cry alone on the moon with the sweet-scented osmanthus.
3. "Climbing the Rain Flower Terrace" Ming Dynasty: Wei Xi
Lao Chai Jing, who was forty years old, paid homage to his old capital on this day. Who caused all the mountains and rivers to break? It’s worthy of being cut down to the garden tomb! The cattle and sheep walk on the ground with lots of new grass, and the crown is covered with grace and grace. It's already dusk when I can't sing and cry, and the sad wind rises day and night.
Interpretation:
For forty years, Gan Shou lived in poverty and wore hemp shoes. On this day, he took the stage to look at the old capital. The eyes are broken, who will destroy the great rivers and mountains? Out of grief and anger, the pines and cypresses in the garden withered! Cattle and sheep are trampled, large areas of spring grass are turned into a mess, carriages and horses are galloping, and half of the old officials are showing their arrogance. The twilight is vast, the setting sun is setting, and the sad wind is hunting, blowing the whimpering sound of the river.