From Tang Li Bai's fifteen ancient poems.
Explanation:
It is a pity that those dignitaries who have made great achievements in their official careers have already abandoned us lower-class literati as our shoes. It shows that the current monarch just squanders pearls and jade treasures, pursues debauchery, and makes the talents in the world live a poor life.
2. Walking alone, written by Anthony Qiu 1996 in Shandong University to commemorate the 59th anniversary of the Nanjing Massacre. The full text is as follows:
On the yellow land, heroes come forth in large numbers, and one enemy is not afraid.
I'm not afraid, Qiu Bixue. Look at my China blood.
Men's blood is heroic, heroic, and their hearts are iron.
Holding a golden knife and wearing a white jade jue, he was hungry for the beauty on his head and the blood of Luo Cha.
Be immersed in love with children, can't give up, Han Haizhi, only today.
Men walk a thousand Li sword, and a thousand Li chop Hu Jie all the way.
War songs are flying in the Aegean Sea, singing songs to congratulate my Chinese nation.
Tokyo steel knife dance, the knife is stained with the blood of Japanese slaves.
Set up Ban Chao's ambition, keep Suwu Festival, sing Wu Mu Ci, and bid farewell to Xiao Shui.
The leaves rustle, the strong man's blood is boiling hot, and the cold wind is like a knife, cutting a sad song.
He galloped the Tianshan Mountains and swept the pages of the library with a long bow.
The iron boat went straight down to Sydney Bay, and a gunshot broke the night in the North Sea.
The westward journey has been lost, and the big man is like a sky.
Heroes of ping shi vowed to paint the world as China. At that time, * * * will drink Luoyang wine, and the bright moon will be drunk.
When a man is a man, he is violent. Things and benevolence, two don't stand. When a man kills, he will kill without mercy.
Immortal career, all killing people.
Once upon a time, there were heroes who were loyal and loyal.
You kill people and your body is as light as a feather.
There are also male tyrants who kill people like horses.
Galloping the world, only boasting about swords and guns.
Looking for this kind today is in vain.
Have you noticed,
Righteousness Confucian bees raised strong men to die, and China praised benevolence and righteousness from then on.
Once barbarians invaded the Central Plains, the literati ran to the cowardly people and wept bitterly.
I want to learn ancient customs and revive my heroism.
Fame is like dirt, and those who despise righteousness laugh at it.
Wearing an iron sword, killing in a rage.
Stock trading, drinking and laughing at ghosts and gods.
It takes ten weeks to kill an enemy thousands of miles away.
Turn Zhu Tian naked, married.
Out of the west gate, I looked back at dusk.
God was tired and sleepy, and the horn of war suddenly sounded.
Simon, don't leave your mother. Mom is sad, but not sad.
I have a history, and that person will never come back.
The killing between heaven and earth shocked the Yin court.
Three steps to kill one person, cardiac arrest.
Thousands of waves of blood, thousands of mountains of corpses.
A strong man goes out to war, tired of sleeping on enemy corpses.
I still kill people in my dreams, and my smile reflects spring.
Daughter, don't ask, why is the man fierce?
In ancient times, benevolence only harmed people, and morality was never true.
Have you noticed,
Liger's prey is famous. Who has pity on this poor elk?
The world has never been divided into strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is futile.
Don't ask, men have their own ways.
When a man is a man, he is violent. Things and benevolence, two don't stand.
Men are killing each other, as bold as bears and as bold as wolves.
If you were born a man, you would kill him. Don't teach men to wrap women's hearts with their bodies.
A man never reveals his shirt, but he laughs at his dead opponent.
There are a hundred battlefields in the enemy's field, and I want weeds everywhere.
Men don't tremble, there is a song for you:
Killing one is a crime, and Tu Wan is a hero.
Tu 9 million, that is, Xiong Zhongxiong.
Men have men, different way:
He who sees through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years makes this life proud.
A good name doesn't like a bad name, and killing millions goes unpunished.
Teach 10 thousand people to hate each other, it is better to curse my name without teaching.
Looking at the world for five thousand years, where can a hero not kill people?
Our generation is a bloody hero, but can we lose to the ancients today?
A hundred years later? How generous!
My son should build it for me, and I will sing for him.
Wave to the seagulls by the sea and look at the cloud dream in my chest. How about mustard?
The more careless Chu is, the more troubled he is.
Life is a matter of justice, and it is a whirling.
Several people smiled at each other outside the dust and got drunk.
Watching the clouds pass by, I am afraid that the years will fly and I will abandon them.
Advise the child to hold a candle for good spring.
2. What are the poems about "unintentional"? 1. "The east wind in Yulouchun is ruthless again"
Song: Yan
Dongfeng also made a ruthless calculation, and the beautiful safflower was blown off the ground by it. The bead curtain of the brothel bead curtain hides the improvement and dodge of falling flowers, as if spring had been hurt again on this day.
Who knows that improper management in late spring, mountains and rivers, how many spring tears. Jinbei wine, at the moment, only wants to drink deeply, and wants to see it. Life is alive, youth is short, how much happiness there is, and how much intoxication there is!
2. Spring Scene in Hua Lian
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are plenty of fish in the sea!
Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing. The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.
3. Young beauty listens to the rain.
Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang
Teenagers listen to the rain and sing upstairs. The red candle is weak. Listening to the rain on the boat in the prime of life. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listen to the rain monk Lu. The temple is full of stars. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.
4. Taicheng
Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang
The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing.
Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage.
5. Bai Lianhua
Tang Dynasty: Lu Guimeng
Su Guo was cheated by others. This flower is really suitable for Yaochi.
Who feels heartless and hateful? The wind was clear that month and it was about to fall.
3. The poem describing unfeeling feelings 1) is cold and gloomy. This time, what a sad sentence? Li Qingzhao's slow whisper
2) It was long before I met her, and even longer after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Tang: Untitled by Li Shangyin
Speaking of gentlemen, it is as warm as jade, and in its board room, it has messed up my heart.
Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? .
If you don't see each other when you meet, love will appear heartless. Sima Guang's Xijiang Moon
6 a stick of incense, incense kills jade, heartbroken in vain. Li Bai's Qing Ping Diao Er
7) I don't regret that the longer and wider the belt is, it makes people haggard for Iraq. Song: Liu Yong's "Feng Qitong"
Autumn wind enters the window, floats out of the tent, and looks up at the bright moon.
Life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. Song: Yu Lou Chun
10 enters my lovesick door, knowing that my lovesick is bitter, long and short.
1 1 Color is not attractive, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Huang Ming Hangzhou folk poetry anthology
12 the mountain has no edges, and heaven and earth blend together, but I dare to break with you.
However, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn, although my body does not have wings like the bright phoenix. Tang: Untitled by Li Shangyin
14 ten years of life and death, forget without thinking. Xiao Xuan window, dress up, silently care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. Su Shi's Jiangchengzi
15 life and death are broad, and the child becomes a child. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
16) It's not old, and my heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot, so it's hard to leave. Zhang Sheng's "Millennium"
17 Where there is poverty, there is endless lovesickness. Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
18 The past is empty and still like a dream. Li Yu's Midnight Song: How can we avoid the sadness and hate in life?
4. Poem about blood and iron "Song of the Seder, Part II".
Author: Lu Lun
In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow.
Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
Song of the plug, part 3
Author: Lu Lun
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
out of stuck
Author: Changling Wang
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.
But make Longcheng fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
out of stuck
Author: Wang Zhihuan
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! An old war song.
Author: Li Qi
During the day, the beacon tower climbing the mountain observes and gives an alarm, and at night, the horse leads the horse to the riverside.
The dark wind blew bursts of sounds, like the pipa of a princess in the Han Dynasty, full of hidden grievances.
Camp in Wan Li without battlements until the thick sky joins the vast desert in the snow.
The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears.
It is said that Yumenguan has blocked the road, so the soldiers can only follow the general around.
Every year, we bury countless bones in the desert, but we only see grapevines entering China. Guan Shanyue.
Author: Li Bai
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Guyi
Author: Li Qi
Ladies and gentlemen, when the country is heavy and the military expedition, it's your turn to gallop at an early age.
I often compete with others at once, and I never cherish my seven feet.
To fight bravely, no one dares to come forward to recruit; He has a dignified look and a beard as lush as a hedgehog.
There are yellow sand and white clouds in summer, so you can't be polite without reporting to the court.
A young woman in Liaodong, 15 years old, can play the pipa, sing and dance.
Today, with the music of Qiangdi playing, all the soldiers were moved to tears.
Farewell to Feng, the general of the Western Expedition, for his song of running the horse river.
Author: Cen Can
Have you noticed,
Traveling in snow, sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven.
On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken boulders like pecking rice, which went down and forward with the wind.
Despite the dust, the Tatar horse fat, the west of the Jinshan Mountain, and the gathering of smoke and dust, Oh, general of China's army, start your campaign! .
Wear your armor all night and let your soldiers March with rumbling weapons! And the sharp tip of the wind cuts his face like a knife.
The sweat of snow evaporates on horseback, freezing the pattern of five-flowered coins, your challenge from the camp, and the ink bottle from the ice.
It has cooled the heart of the barbarian leader, and you will no longer need a real battle! And military adviser Simon attended the ceremony.
Song of farewell to Feng, the general of the Western Expedition.
Author: Cen Can
"The horn of the wheel platform blows in the night, and the flag of the wheel platform descends in the north of the wheel platform." .
The military book was sent overnight, but Khan had invaded the west of Jinshan.
From the observation deck, we can see dust and black smoke, and the China army is encamped north of the Lunta.
Admiral Lu Bing marched westward, and the whistle began to sound at dawn.
The drums are like thunder, and the three armies shout and play strings in the mountains.
The enemy camp is grim and ferocious, and the bones still hold the roots.
Jianhe is windy and cloudy, and the horseshoe breaks on the cold boulder at the sand mouth line.
Wang Qinzheng, the son of Xiang, vowed to serve the country in order to calm the border jam.
Since ancient times, the history of history has always been there, and today's generals are better than the ancients.
A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Author: Cen Can
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. Xing, and make
Author: Gao Shi
In the twenty-sixth year of Kaiyuan, a guest returned from and made a song of Yan as a consolation.
I feel defensive, so I am harmonious.
The northeast border of China is shrouded in smoke and dust. In order to repel the barbaric invaders, our generals left their families.
Stride forward together, looking like heroes should watch, and received the emperor's most cordial favor.
Under the golden drum, Guan Yu passed by and the flag swayed among the stones.
Until their captain in Shahai gave the order with feathers, the hunting fire of the Tatar chieftain flashed along the Wolf Mountain.
The highlands and rivers on the outer border were cold and desolate, but soon the barbarians' horses ran wild in the wind and rain.
Half of us were killed at the front, but the other half are still alive, and the beautiful girls are still singing and dancing for them at the camp.
In autumn, the desert is full of grass, the sun sets, and there are only a few surviving watchmen by the lonely wall.
Serve the just cause and despise life and enemies. However, despite what they have done, Elm Street is still unsafe.
Still on the front line, the real armor was worn and beaten thin, and the wife at home was crying.
Still in this southern city, the young wife's heart is broken, while the soldiers on the northern border are looking forward to going home in vain.
The wind is blowing, and in the place of death and blue void, there is nothing ahead.
Three times a day, the dark clouds of slaughter rose over the camp. All night, the drums on the hour trembled and gave a cold rumble.
Until the white sword is seen again, spattered with red blood, when death becomes a responsibility, who will stop to think about fame?
However, when it comes to the hardships of desert war, today we will mention Li, a great general who lived a long time ago.
5. Poems describing ruthlessness 1. Why did you abandon me like dust?
They would rather spend pearls and jade on singing and dancing than on cultivating talents. From Tang Li Bai's fifteen ancient poems.
Interpretation: It's a pity that the powerful people who have made great achievements have long abandoned us lower-class literati. It shows that the current monarch just squanders pearls and jade treasures, pursues debauchery, and makes the talents in the world live a poor life.
2. Walking alone, written by Anthony Qiu 1996 in Shandong University to commemorate the 59th anniversary of the Nanjing Massacre. The full text is as follows: yellow land, many heroes, one enemy is not afraid.
I'm not afraid, Qiu Bixue. Look at my China blood. Men's blood is heroic, heroic, and their hearts are iron.
Holding a golden knife and wearing a white jade jue, he was hungry for the beauty on his head and the blood of Luo Cha. Be immersed in love with children, can't give up, Han Haizhi, only today.
Men walk a thousand Li sword, and a thousand Li chop Hu Jie all the way. War songs are flying in the Aegean Sea, singing songs to congratulate my Chinese nation.
Tokyo steel knife dance, the knife is stained with the blood of Japanese slaves. Set up Ban Chao's ambition, keep Suwu Festival, sing Wu Mu Ci, and bid farewell to Xiao Shui.
The leaves rustle, the strong man's blood is boiling hot, and the cold wind is like a knife, cutting a sad song. He galloped the Tianshan Mountains and swept the pages of the library with a long bow.
The iron boat went straight down to Sydney Bay, and a gunshot broke the night in the North Sea. The westward journey has been lost, and the big man is like a sky.
Heroes of ping shi vowed to paint the world as China. At that time, * * * will drink Luoyang wine, and the bright moon will be drunk. When a man is a man, he is violent.
Things and benevolence, two don't stand. When a man kills, he will kill without mercy.
Immortal career, all killing people. Once upon a time, there were heroes who were loyal and loyal.
You kill people and your body is as light as a feather. There are also heroic tyrants who kill people like hemp and gallop around the world, only boasting invulnerability.
Looking for this kind today is in vain. Have you noticed, Confucianism rose up, a strong man broke his wrist, and China praised benevolence and righteousness from now on.
Once barbarians invaded the Central Plains, the literati ran to the cowardly people and wept bitterly. I want to learn ancient customs and revive my heroism.
Fame is like dirt, and those who despise righteousness laugh at it. Wearing an iron sword, killing in a rage.
Stock trading, drinking and laughing at ghosts and gods. It takes ten weeks to kill an enemy thousands of miles away.
Turn Zhu Tian naked, married. Out of the west gate, I looked back at dusk.
God was tired and sleepy, and the horn of war suddenly sounded. Simon, don't leave your mother. Mom is sad, but not sad.
I have a history, and that person will never come back. The killing between heaven and earth shocked the Yin court.
Three steps to kill one person, cardiac arrest. Thousands of waves of blood, thousands of mountains of corpses.
A strong man goes out to war, tired of sleeping on enemy corpses. I still kill people in my dreams, and my smile reflects spring.
Daughter, don't ask, why is the man fierce? In ancient times, benevolence only harmed people, and morality was never true. Don't you see, liger's prey is very famous. Who has pity on this poor elk? The world has never been divided into strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is futile.
Don't ask, men have their own ways. When a man is a man, he is violent.
Things and benevolence, two don't stand. Men are killing each other, as bold as bears and as bold as wolves.
If you were born a man, you would kill him. Don't teach men to wrap women's hearts with their bodies. A man never reveals his shirt, but he laughs at his dead opponent.
There are a hundred battlefields in the enemy's field, and I want weeds everywhere. Men don't shake, there is a song for you: killing one is a crime, killing ten thousand is a hero.
Tu 9 million, that is, Xiong Zhongxiong. Xiongzhong Xiong Xiong, the Tao is different: He who sees through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years makes this life heroic.
A good name doesn't like a bad name, and killing millions goes unpunished. Teach 10 thousand people to hate each other, it is better to curse my name without teaching.
Looking at the world for five thousand years, where can a hero not kill people? Our generation is a bloody hero, but can we lose to the ancients today? A hundred years later? How generous! My son should build it for me, and I will sing for him. Wave to the seagulls by the sea and look at the cloud dream in my chest. How about mustard? The more careless Chu is, the more troubled he is.
Life is a matter of justice, and it is a whirling. Several people smiled at each other outside the dust and got drunk.
Watching the clouds pass by, I am afraid that the years will fly and I will abandon them. Advise the child to hold a candle for good spring.