( 1)
The flesh and blood are related, the branches and leaves are related, and making friends is also related.
All men are brothers, who is a passer-by?
Besides, I am connected to a tree, and I am like my son.
I used to be a lover, but now I am a participant.
The former is similar in length, while the latter is like Hu and Qin.
Only when you are gone will your kindness be renewed every day.
Weeds in Luming Literature Temple can be compared to guests.
I have a bottle of wine that I want to give to people far away.
May my son stay and think about it and talk about this life.
(2)
There is no doubt about love when you are married.
Have fun tonight, Yan Wan and Liang Shi.
It's a long way to find a husband. You can watch the night.
There are no more participants. Quit your job from now on.
On the battlefield, long time no see.
Shake hands with a sigh and tears will make a living.
Try to love Chunhua, and don't forget when you are happy.
Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.
(3)
An oriole is thousands of miles away.
Huma loses her group and is often unwilling to think.
Besides, Ssangyong is fine when it is in the air.
Fortunately, there are string songs, which can be used to describe Huai.
Please sing for the wanderer. Why are you sad?
Silk and bamboo sound clear, generous and sad.
Long song is fierce, and the center is devastated.
If you want to express the Qing dynasty commercial songs, the lady can't return.
Sadness is pitching, but tears can't go away.
For a pair of orioles, I am willing to send my son to fly far away.
(4)
Candle, candle, morning moon, fragrance, autumn and fragrance.
The fragrant night hair smells my hall with the wind.
The husband is far away, and the wanderer loves his hometown.
/kloc-In the cold winter of 0/2 months, the morning is harsh.
Overlooking Jianghan River, looking up at the clouds.
Good friends are far apart, and each is in one place.
The mountains and seas are separated by zhongzhou, which is leisurely.
I finally meet Jiahui again, and the joy is endless.
May you always respect Lingde and love Jingguang.
(5)
The good times are gone, leaving in an instant.
Screen camp bends the road side, hand in hand in the wild.
Looking up at the clouds, the election suddenly surpassed each other.
The storm disappeared, each in a corner of the sky.
Dragon should be separated from now on, and stand again.
If you want to be born in the morning breeze, send your son to a base.
(6)
Jiahui will never meet again. Three years is a thousand years.
There is a long tassel on the river, missing my son.
From a distance, it's too big to buy drinks.
Pedestrians are pregnant with the road, so why comfort me?
Unique leftover wine, and my son married for a rainy day.
(7)
Hand in hand on the river beam, what is wandering?
Wandering around the road, I can't stop.
It is difficult for pedestrians to stay for a long time.
Knowing that it's not the sun and the moon, it's time for you to watch yourself.
Strive for the virtue of Chongming and hold your head high for a while.
2. Praise Su Wu's famous poem ~ ~ ~ Five Libai on the Road to Death.
Tianshan Mountain, Su Wu, Tian Heng Island.
When is the year of reunification?
Timber went to settle down, but Li Ling did not return.
The sad face turns to the sea color, and the short coat turns to the Hu suit.
Talking and laughing with the three armies, making friends is seven expensive and rare.
There was another arrow, but it was not hit.
Hangu Pass is like Jade Pass. When will it be saved?
Luoyang is Yishui and Song Yue is Yanshan.
Vulgarity has become a language, and there are many people.
Shen Bao only cried, and his temples were spotted for seven days.
Simon Simon looked at the lake, and the green reed leaves gathered together.
Where is your heart? There is no big Jiangxi in the future.
Rest the horse beside the spring grass and want to travel far.
He put up with the bird, even to me.
Suzhou dialect
Su Wu lived in Xiongnu for ten years.
The white goose is flying on the forest fly, and a letter is passed in the air.
The shepherd suffers, and the sunset dies.
Drink the ice in the moon cave on an empty stomach and eat the snow in the sky on an empty stomach.
The sand in the east is far away, and the river in the north is separated.
Tears turned Li Ling's clothes into blood.
Wen Tingyun of Suwu Temple
Su Wu saw Han for the first time, feeling sad and mixed feelings; Now the towering trees in the ancient temple are solemn.
The detention of the North Sea book is cut off, and the moon is above the head; The hungry sheep are back, and the vast grassland has been blackened by dusk.
Go back to your visit tower, but there is no sign; The crown sword is like life, and it is in the prime of life.
Marquis Hou Feng commemorates the emperor, who has never met his subjects; Empty to the eyes of the first emperor, lamenting the past years.
3. Describe Su Wu's sheep-herding poems. Yang Weizhen, a sheep-herding picture in Su Wu, always looks to the emperor's hometown without entering Qilin Pavilion.
There are geese in the delivery book, and eating snow can't leave the sheep. The wind and frost festival has passed, and the heart hangs on the sun and the moon.
Why is Li Ling different? Tears flowed like a river, his wife followed the window, his mother followed the door, and Hongyan could not come back with a letter from home. I cry every year, and I still have the scepter of Beihai. My heart is like iron intestines, my heart is like a stone knot, and the solar terms are long. Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be balanced, and it is difficult to balance the loyalty of my mother and son. You can't be filial, love your wife and husband, and love the righteousness. Scholar's dream of governing the North Sea was frozen by ruthless ice and snow. My brother cried in the sheep, and it was a cone-shaped pain whether he fell or not. A man who has tears and doesn't flick. Just because he didn't go to the sad place to cut blood and meat, who wouldn't feel pain if he didn't die from his heart? He is infatuated with the dream of the son of heaven and piles stones in Beihai every day, which is my long-cherished wish. You have to understand me, brother Li Ling. I know that rams will never give birth to lambs, and I will never walk out of the North Sea. Man, I want to let heaven know my heart. I want my old country to know my heart. Wan is my eternal scepter. The snow in the nineteenth winter has finally come. In spring, the forest is full of flowers, but my head is white I cried. I'm not looking at flowers. Tears are dripping in my heart My mother, where are you, my love, where are you, my son?
4. Praise Su Wu's famous sentence ~ ~ Five poems by Li Bai on the road to death, on the Tianshan Mountain in Su Wu, on the edge of Tian Heng Island.
When is the year of reunification? Timber went to settle down, but Li Ling did not return.
The sad face turns to the sea color, and the short coat turns to the Hu suit. Talking and laughing with the three armies, making friends is seven expensive and rare.
There was another arrow, but it was not hit. Hangu Pass is like Jade Pass. When will it be saved?
Luoyang is Yishui and Song Yue is Yanshan. Vulgarity has become a language, and there are many people.
Shen Bao only cried, and his temples were spotted for seven days. Simon Simon looked at the lake, and the green reed leaves gathered together.
Where is your heart? There is no big Jiangxi in the future. Rest the horse beside the spring grass and want to travel far.
He put up with the bird, even to me. Su Wu, Li Bai and Su Wu lived in Xiongnu for ten years.
The white goose is flying on the forest fly, and a letter is passed in the air. The shepherd suffers, and the sunset dies.
Drink the ice in the moon cave on an empty stomach and eat the snow in the sky on an empty stomach. The sand in the east is far away, and the river in the north is separated.
Tears turned Li Ling's clothes into blood. Wen Tingyun of Suwu Temple, although our special envoy Su Wu is gone, his body and soul, the temple and these trees are still alive.
The detention of the North Sea book is cut off, and the moon is above the head; The hungry sheep are back, and the vast grassland has been blackened by dusk. Go back to your visit tower, but there is no sign; The crown sword is like life, and it is in the prime of life.
Marquis Hou Feng commemorates the emperor, who has never met his subjects; Empty to the eyes of the first emperor, lamenting the past years.
5. Praise Su Wu's famous poems on spiritual integrity.
Wen tingjun
Su Wu saw Han for the first time, feeling sad and mixed feelings; Now the towering trees in the ancient temple are solemn.
The detention of the North Sea book is cut off, and the moon is above the head; The hungry sheep are back, and the vast grassland has been blackened by dusk.
Go back to your visit tower, but there is no sign; The crown sword is like life, and it is in the prime of life.
Marquis Hou Feng commemorates the emperor, who has never met his subjects; Empty to the eyes of the first emperor, lamenting the past years.
Su Wu
Lipper
Su Wu lived in Xiongnu for ten years.
The white goose is flying on the forest fly, and a letter is passed in the air.
The shepherd suffers, and the sunset dies.
Drink the ice in the moon cave on an empty stomach and eat the snow in the sky on an empty stomach.
The sand in the east is far away, and the river in the north is separated.
Tears turned Li Ling's clothes into blood.
6. Is there a poem about Su Wu, Su Wu herding sheep?
Su Wu has kept hujie intact. Ice and snow, 19 years of poverty. Hungry for blood, hungry for blankets, herding sheep in the North Sea. I'm worried about Han Guo, but I haven't returned it yet. After going through all kinds of difficulties, my heart is as firm as a stone. Listening to the creaking of traffic jams at night, my ears hurt.
In an instant, the north wind blows and geese fly. White-haired girl, looking forward to her son's return, keeping her red makeup empty. On the third night, who dreamed in two places? Let the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and the big festival will not lose a bit. Finally, the Huns were frightened and bowed to Han Dewei.
Su Wu, Lv Qi
Su Qing, don't rush back and forth to the west, and crush the Huns. Hold a festival in memory of Han Zhi in the clouds, herding sheep and expecting the return of mandarin fish from the North Sea. Tears wet Yuanyang pillow in the middle of the night, a few years old cold clothes. A thousand years' history of Dan Xin has left a sigh for generations.
Stay away from your wife.
Su Wu (Han)
As husband and wife, there is no doubt about love.
Have fun tonight. This is a good time.
What is the night when recruiters look into the distance?
There are no more participants. Quit your job from now on.
On the battlefield, long time no see.
Shake hands with a sigh and tears will make a living.
Try to love Chunhua, and don't forget when you are happy.
Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.
7. Praise Su Wu's poem "Su Wu Shepherd"
Su Wu has kept hujie intact.
Ice and snow,
Nineteen years of poverty.
The thirst for snow,
Hungry,
Guard the North Sea.
There is a heart of Han Chinese society,
[máo] is still missing.
Through all the difficulties,
My heart is as hard as a stone.
Listen to the creaking of traffic jams at night,
It hurts when you enter the sound.
In a blink of an eye, the north wind blows,
A flock of geese flew away.
White-haired girl,
Looking forward to your return.
Wei is dressed in red makeup.
Dreaming on the same night,
Who dreams in two places?
Let the sea dry up, let the rocks break,
No loss in big festivals.
Finally, the Huns were afraid,
Bow to Handaway.
poetry anthology
( 1)
The flesh and blood are related, the branches and leaves are related, and making friends is also related.
All men are brothers, who is a passer-by?
Besides, I am connected to a tree, and I am like my son.
I used to be a lover, but now I am a participant.
The former is similar in length, while the latter is like Hu and Qin.
Only when you are gone will your kindness be renewed every day.
Weeds in Luming Literature Temple can be compared to guests.
I have a bottle of wine that I want to give to people far away.
May my son stay and think about it and talk about this life.
(2)
An oriole is thousands of miles away.
Huma loses her group and is often unwilling to think.
Besides, Ssangyong is fine when it is in the air.
Fortunately, there are string songs, which can be used to describe Huai.
Please sing for the wanderer. Why are you sad?
Silk and bamboo sound clear, generous and sad.
Long song is fierce, and the center is devastated.
If you want to express the Qing dynasty commercial songs, the lady can't return.
Sadness is pitching, but tears can't go away.
For a pair of orioles, I am willing to send my son to fly far away.
(3)
Candle, candle, morning moon, fragrance, autumn and fragrance.
The fragrant night hair smells my hall with the wind.
The husband is far away, and the wanderer loves his hometown.
/kloc-In the cold winter of 0/2 months, the morning is harsh.
Overlooking Jianghan River, looking up at the clouds.
Good friends are far apart, and each is in one place.
The mountains and seas are separated by zhongzhou, which is leisurely.
I finally meet Jiahui again, and the joy is endless.
May you always respect Lingde and love Jingguang.
(4)
The good times are gone, leaving in an instant.
Screen camp bends the road side, hand in hand in the wild.
Looking up at the clouds, the election suddenly surpassed each other.
The storm disappeared, each in a corner of the sky.
Dragon should be separated from now on, and stand again.
If you want to be born in the morning breeze, send your son to a base.
(5)
Jiahui will never meet again. Three years is a thousand years.
There are long tassels on the river and long tents.
From a distance, it's too big to buy drinks.
Pedestrians are pregnant with the road, so why comfort me?
Unique leftover wine, and my son married for a rainy day.
(6)
Hand in hand on the river beam, what is wandering?
Wandering around the road, I can't stop.
It is difficult for pedestrians to stay for a long time.
Knowing that it's not the sun and the moon, it's time for you to watch yourself.
Strive for the virtue of Chongming and hold your head high for a while.
(7) "Leaving your wife"
There is no doubt about love when you are married.
Have fun tonight. This is a good time.
It's a long way to find a husband. You can watch the night.
There are no more participants. Quit your job from now on.
On the battlefield, long time no see.
Shake hands with a sigh and tears will make a living.
Try to love Chunhua, and don't forget when you are happy.
Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.
8. Ask for a poem about Su Wu, "Su Wu Shepherd"
Qi yi Chuang mu yi men
Eighteen autumn geese
Can't send a letter back from home
I cry at the North Sea Point every year.
The scepter is still brave in hand.
Lying in the snow, biting ice throat hair.
Grind my man's heart like iron and intestines like stone
The solar terms have passed, and the solar terms will last forever.
Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety can't be satisfactory.
It is also difficult to give consideration to loyalty.
Mother is loyal, but not filial.
Love your wife and husband, love less and save righteousness.
Literati's dream of governing the country by the family
Ruthless ice and snow in the North Sea
freeze
Who will come to see me in the snowy area?
Me and the Liling brothers
Crying among the sheep.
Fall or not fall?
It's all pain in the cone.
Men don't flick when they have tears
Just because I didn't go to the sad place
Facing the abandonment of flesh and blood
If it wasn't for heart death
Who can not get hurt?
Infatuation only leaves the dream of a great man and a son of heaven
Day-to-day eating beihaitou
Accumulate the long-cherished wish of my great courtiers.
It's better to be broken than to be broken by brother Liling.
You must understand me.
I know a ram will never give birth to a lamb.
I'll never get out of the North Sea.
Piling stones every year is not a payback period.
The Goose Book of a year ago is not suitable for Iraqis.
I want to show my heart to God.
I want my hometown to know my heart.
Wan is my eternal scepter.
The remnant snow of the nineteenth winter finally brought spring.
The forest is full of flowers and my head is white.
I cried. I'm not a flower viewer.
Tears in my heart wet the north sea geese.
My mother, where are you?
Where are you, my love?
My son, where are you?