When death is the reason for parting, people will cry, but life leaves again and again.
You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river.
Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.
However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? ?
I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way.
You came to me through the green forest, and you disappeared in front of a dark castle.
I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air.
There is water to pass through. They are wild. If you fall, there will be dragons and monsters in the river.
Li Wei: Listen to An Wanshan playing cymbals.
The bamboo in Nanshan is an infant, and its music was first introduced from Persia.
It spread to the Han Dynasty and became a novel, and Aw Hoe in Liangzhou was played by me.
The listeners at the seat are all sighing, and the homesick tourists weep.
People only know how to listen to music but not appreciate it. Music is like walking alone in a storm.
Withered old Bai Han, there are nine little phoenixes, singing to each other.
It's like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring and generate at the same time, and it's like the autumn sound of spring in autumn.
Suddenly it turned into a small, tragic, sudden dark cloud that turned the sky from flying to flying.
The next change is as lively and cheerful as Yang Liuzhi, as if I saw the flowers in the garden among the flowers.
On New Year's Eve, Hall A on the ceiling, a glass of wine, a glass of wine.
Li Bai: Climbing Mount Tianmu in my dream.
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, and they cross Jinghu Lake on a moonlit night.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Countless peaks and more valleys, there is no road, flowers tempt me, and rocks relax me. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
Cracks lack thunderbolts, and mountains collapse.
The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer.
When I need you, ride to you, great mountain.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face.
Du Fu: A horse painted by General Cao at the secretary's house.
No one painted horses in this dynasty, like the master spirit, Prince Jiangdu.
Then the general sergeant turned the eyes of the world to compete for the royal horse through his 30-year fame.
He painted the luminous white horse of the late emperor, Ten Days Leifeilong Lake.
A pink agate plate was sent to the palace, which became the talk of ladies-in-waiting and a miracle in everyone's eyes.
The general bowed and danced, and accepted it in his distinguished home. After this rare gift, fine silk followed.
Many nobles demanded his art to add new luster to their screens.
The former Taizong boxing hair [Ma Jian] was Guo and a lion zebra.
But now I see two horses in this painting. For those who know them, this is a thought-provoking sight.
They are war horses. Either way, it is possible to face 10 thousand people. They let the white silk extend to a vast desert.
The other seven people with them are almost as noble, and fog and snow are moving in the cold sky.
Horseshoe splits the snowdrift under the big tree. There are a group of officers here and a group of servants there.
Look at how these nine horses compete with each other, with a clear glance and a firm breath.
Who understands the difference? Who really cares about art? , you,, all follow Cao; Zhi Dun preceded him.
I remember when the late emperor walked to his Summer Palace, the team of green feathers swept across the eastern sky.
30,000 horses, prancing horse, Mercedes-Benz, fashionable, each like the horse in this painting.
But now the ghost of the emperor got the secret jade from the river god, because the emperor no longer hunted crocodiles by the river.
Where you see his huge golden tomb, you may hear it in the pine forest. A bird is sad in the wind because the emperor's horse is missing.
Du Fu: A Song of Painting Dedicated to General Cao
General, you are a descendant of Wei Wudi, and now you are more noble than being a nobleman.
The era of heroic separatism is gone forever, and Cao Jiawen's chapter is still in your hands.
In calligraphy, your first master, Mrs. Wei, just didn't surpass it.
Indulge in painting, you know that the age of youth is coming. In fact, wealth and status are floating away like clouds to me.
During the Kaiyuan period, you spent a lot of time with the emperor and often accompanied him to Nanfengyuan.
The portrait of the hero in Lingyan Pavilion has faded, and Jiang Caojun can't brush away the repainted noodles.
The head wears a Jinshi crown, and the warrior wears a big feather arrow on his waist.
You kept every hair of the founders of this dynasty alive, as if they had just returned from a fierce battle.
The first emperor had a horse named Yuhua, and artists imitated it in various postures.
On that day, the jade flower was taken into the temple, and the red rank was erected at the palace gate to increase its prestige.
Then, general, I ordered you to continue your work. You concentrated all your money on a piece of silk.
After a while, the dragon horse appeared on the silk, which was much more mediocre than all generations of horses.
If a real horse falls on the emperor's bed, the picture of the horse's bed is the same as the rank of standing in front of the real horse.
The emperor smiled and urged the left and right to give you gold, and the servant and the groom were all stunned.
Han Gan, a student of the general, can draw a horse and has many good images.
Han Gan's painting shows no inner spirit, which often kills Liu Hua's horse of life.
You, beyond simple skills, used your art sacredly, showing not only the horse, but the life of a good man.
Now you are wandering in this war-torn society, and ordinary paintings are ordinary passers-by.
People notice your situation with their eyes. No one is purer than you, and no one is poorer than you.
I read in the records that from the earliest time, its body was bound by soil all day!
Du Fu: Song of Dagger Dancing by Lady Sun's Female Disciple
On October 19th, the second year of Dali, Kuifu drove home to see the sword-dancing device of Li Linying Shierniang, which was very powerful. ask
His teacher said: Foolish Gong Sundaniang's disciple is also. In the third year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded in Yancheng to watch Gongsun's sword-dancing device.
Uneasy. When you are frustrated, you are the only one. Gaotou Yichun Liyuan Erjifang is a native of Waichong, and Xiao is a dancer.
At the beginning of the emperor, Sun was alone. Jade looks gorgeous and white! Today, my disciples are also ashamed. acknowledged
Its origin is unknown. Generous, talk like a sword. Zhang Xushan, a former Wu Man, wrote cursive notes and tasted them several times.
Ye Xian saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe sword, and since then cursive script has improved, so he was very grateful. That is, gongsun knows!
A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.
The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.
As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.
But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.
This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.
When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.
There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.
Fifty years later, with a flick of a finger, the dusty cave of the colossus fainted the royal family.
The performers in the pear garden floated like fog, replaced by women's music, reflecting the cold days.
There are adult-sized trees beside the emperor's golden tomb, and I seem to hear the grass creaking on the cliff in Qutang.
The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows.
And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.
Han Yu: The Mid-Autumn Festival will be divided into official posts.
The clear sky has opened, the Milky Way has gone, the breeze blows across the sky, and the bright moon shows its waves.
The sand is smooth, the water is still, there is no sound or shadow, just like I give you a glass of wine and ask you to sing.
But your song is so sad and your voice is so bitter that my tears turned into rain before I finished listening to it.
Dongting is as high as the sky, dragons, crocodiles, ups and downs, apes, flying foxes, whimpering.
At the risk of death in nine cases out of ten, I arrived at my official post, where I lived alone and quietly, as if I were hiding.
I left my bed, afraid of snakes; I eat, I'm afraid of poison, and the air in the lake is rancid, breathing its foul smell.
Yesterday, next to the regional office, the drum was announcing the coronation of an emperor and the change of a kingdom.
The pardon runs 300 miles a day, and all the dying people get their sentences reduced.
Expulsions were promoted, exiles were recalled, corruption was abolished, and honest officials were appointed.
My superior sent my name, but the governor didn't listen, and Kan Ke had to move Man Jing.
My position is very low and useless. They may punish me with a whip in the street.
Most of my exiled companions are going home now. For me, this is a trip to heaven beyond climbing.
Stop your song, I beg you, listen to mine, a completely different song from yours.
Tonight is the loveliest moon of the year. Everything else is arranged by fate, which is beyond our control.
But, to reject this wine, can we choose more tomorrow? !
Han Yu: Shigu Song
He often handed me this tracing picture, which was taken from the stone drum and begged me to write a poem on it.
Du Fu is gone. Li Bai is dead. What can my poor talent do for Shigu? !
When the power of the Zhou Dynasty was weak and people's grievances in China were boiling, Emperor Xuandi was furious and waved his sacred spear.
And open his big audience, accept all the tributes, and kings and lords come before him with sonorous weapons.
They hunted in Qiyang, proving their marksmanship, and the fallen birds and animals were scattered for 3 thousand miles.
This discovery was recorded and told the new generation that these drums were cut from protruding cliffs and made of stone.
Poets and craftsmen, all the first steps, creation and chisel-set in the mountains.
It's annoying to be caught in the rain, baked by the sun, burned by the wild fire and guarded by ghosts.
Where will he find the trace on this paper? Loyal to the original, without the slightest change.
The meaning is deep, the phrase is obscure and difficult to read, and the style of the characters is neither square nor tadpole-shaped.
Time has not conquered the beauty of these letters, which look like a sharp dagger piercing a living crocodile.
Like a phoenix dance, like an angel hovering down, like a jade coral tree with staggered branches.
Such as a golden chain of iron, tied tightly, such as a fragrant tripod thrown into the sea, such as a dragon ascending to heaven.
Historians forgot to collect these ancient poems in order to make the music songs of the two books more colorful and compelling.
Confucius traveled in the west, but not to Qin. He chose our planet and stars, but missed the sun and the moon.
I like ancient times. I was born too late. I can't help crying when I think of these wonderful things.
I remember that when I was awarded the highest degree, it was the first year of Yuanhe.
A friend of mine, who was in the western camp at that time, offered to help me remove these ancient relics.
I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then made a request to the headmaster, stressing to him the rarity of these most precious things!
They can be wrapped in blankets and packed in boxes. Ten barrels can only hold a few camels.
Like a high incense burner, add luster to the palace, otherwise their brilliance and value will increase by a hundredfold!
If the monarch shows them to universities, students can study them and decipher them without doubt.
Many people, attracted to the cultural capital, will soon gather from all corners of the empire.
We can wash the moss, pick out the dirt, restore the original surface and put them in a suitable and safe place forever.
Covered by a huge building with a wide eaves, where they won't suffer as before.
However, the lifestyle of government officials is becoming more and more fixed, and a grateful disciple □ (the "Yan" in the upper right is changed to "He") is easy.
So the shepherd boy drums to make a fire, and the cows polish their horns on it, and no one treats them reverently?
Still aging and rotting, they may be erased soon. For six years, I have been sighing for them and singing to the west.
The familiar handwriting of Wang Xizhi, although beautiful, can have several pages, only for a few white geese.
But now, eight generations after the week, all the wars are over, why doesn't anyone care about these drums?
The empire is peaceful, the government is free, poets are respected again, Confucianism and men.
Oh, how can this petition be sent to the throne? It really needs an eloquent flow, like a waterfall.
But, alas, my voice, in my song of stone drums, became a pleading voice choked by my own tears!
Bai Juyi: Song of Eternal Sorrow
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.
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.
When she gets dressed in her golden room, it will be almost evening. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will hang around and drink slowly.
Her sisters and brothers were all given titles because she lit up and glorified her family so much.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.
... 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 will never stare at her.
Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shocked the whole earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feathers.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.
More than a hundred miles west of Doumen, the imperial flag opened the way, moving and stopping.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.
The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.
Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.
But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.
Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .
Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.
But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? !
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
The players in her pear garden became white-haired, and eunuchs were thin in her pepper yard. .
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *?
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.
There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.
And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.
This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.
Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.
Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.
So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.
"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever!
Li Bai: Shu Dao is difficult
Oh, but it's very high and dangerous!
Such a trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky.
Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age!
Forty-eight thousand years have passed, and no one has crossed the Qin border.
And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei.
It was once broken by an earthquake, and some brave people lost it, only completing the stone steps leading to heaven.
On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel.
Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use.
The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound.
Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned.
We wonder if this path to the west will never end. That rock is out of reach!
Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird.
Under the lonely moon, the cuckoo on the empty mountain gives us a melancholy voice.
This kind of trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, and even hearing it will make your cheeks pale.
The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface.
The rapids, the waterfalls, and the ice cliffs turned into stones are thunderous.
Dangerous heavy
Why do people living at a safe distance come here?
Although the steeple is firm and stern.
One person guards it, and ten thousand people can't force it.
What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? .
There are scary hungry tigers during the day and poisonous reptiles at night.
With their teeth and fangs, they kill like hemp.
Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon.
Such a trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, but I still face the west with a dull moan!
Du Fu: Mourning Wang Sun
Along the wall of the capital, a bald crow flew to the gate that entered in autumn and screamed at night.
Then he turned around again and pecked at the roof of a building. The owner of this building, a powerful China man, had fled in front of the Tatars.
Now his golden whip is broken, his nine horses are dead, and his own flesh and bones are scattered in the wind.
Yao Xiabao ["definitely" is the king] Green Coral, the prince on the street corner, crying!
Whoever wants to give him a fake name, anyone asks him, just a poor guy, hoping to get a job.
Hiding in the grass and thorns for a hundred days, from head to toe are displayed on him.
However, since their first emperor, all the hooked noses, these dragons look different from ordinary people.
The wolf is in the palace now, and the dragon has disappeared in the desert. Prince, be very careful of your most sacred person! .
I dare not talk to you for a long time on the open road, nor dare I stand beside you for a while.
Last night, the spring breeze smelled of blood, and camels from the East were everywhere in the ancient capital.
Our soldiers in the north are healthy in body and hands. Oh, why are they so brave in the past and so cowardly now? !
Our emperor, we heard, has given his son the throne, and the leader of the southern border is loyal.
Huamen □ ("Die for a new knife") Please avenge yourself, but still be careful-hide yourself from being stabbed by a dagger!
Unfortunate prince, I beg you, always be vigilant until the strength of the five imperial tombs comes to help you.
Shen Quanqi: Zashi
Against Huanglong City, our army was sent out a long time ago.
The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers.
Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.
In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums?
Grace Wai Wong: Early Audience of Guangming Palace and Jia Zhishu's Poems.
The red-hat rooster just announced that in the morning, the keeper of the robe brought Yuyun furs.
Nine palaces opened the Golden Palace, and envoys from all countries bowed to the emperor.
At the beginning of the day, Sun shook his palm and smoked a yellow robe.
The audience withdrew from the court, ordered in five colors, and jingled the beads to Phoenix Lake.
Du Fu: Pavilion Night
The days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and the cold nights are turned white by ice and snow.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world. ..
Wang Changling: Out of the Woods.
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.
But let Longcheng fly and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain!