1. Poems about Jin Ge
Poems about Jin Ge 1. Sentences about Jin Ge
Yong Yu Le · Jingkou Beigu Pavilion Nostalgic< /p>
Song Xin Qiji
Throughout the ages, there is no hero to be found, and Sun Zhong is looking for a place.
On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the rain.
The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the humane slaves once lived.
I remember those days when we were fierce and powerful, and we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north.
Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road.
Looking back, there is a sacred crow drum under the Buddha Temple!
Who is to ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?
Fisherman's Pride
Song Shixiaoyou
The sound of the tide came to my pillow in the middle of the night.
The dream is shattered and the dream is shattered.
Let’s talk about the majesty of Qiantang.
Put your clothes on and look forward.
There are silver waves in the blue waves.
The shadow of the moon lingers in the sky.
Jin Ge and Tie Ma Sen face each other.
Wash away all dust and karma.
Increase boldness.
Cong Gongbi Li’s poems are strong.
2. Poems about gold
Although it is hard work to search for thousands of pounds, you will only get gold after blowing all the sand. ---Liu Yuxi
The white horse is decorated with golden restraints and gallops northwestward. ---Cao Zhi
Few people know about Double Gold and Hundred Refiners, even though I know what you are doing. ---Bai Juyi
Platinum is exchanged for green pine trees. If you plant them first, I will not plant them. ---Bai Juyi
When a hundred pieces of gold are used up, it is often difficult to use them. ---Ruan Ji
The beloved man Yu Le rides on a horse, and the maid holds a carp on a golden plate. ---Wang Wei
Huangsha wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken! ---Wang Changling
The jade delicacies are delivered by the heavenly kitchen, and the wine is poured from the golden cup. ---Cen Shen
I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after spending all my money. ---Li Bai
The gold bottle of wine is worth ten thousand dollars, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand dollars. ---Li Bai
3. Please write two poems about the ancient poets who fought hard and made contributions to the country.
Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that every year, at the place where the intestines are broken, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
●Man Jianghong
Yue Fei
Angry and furious, leaning on the railing, the mist rain breaks.
Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings.
Thirty years of fame are like dust and dirt, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.
Don’t wait and see when your young head turns gray and you are filled with sorrow.
Jingkang’s shame is still not over.
When will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed!
Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain.
Zhuangzhi eats Hun meat when hungry, and drinks Hun blood when he is thirsty.
Waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from scratch, facing the sky.
The Sapphire Case, Yuanxi (Xin Qiji)
The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers down at night, and the stars fall like rain.
BMW’s carved cars fill the road with fragrance.
The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot flickered, and fish and dragons danced all night.
The golden strands of moth snow and willow trees are filled with laughter and hidden fragrance.
People searched for him thousands of times.
Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.
Hairpin-headed Phoenix Lu You
Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, and melancholy brings me away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book.
Mo, mo, mo! people