On the tower at the end of this town, the wilderness began, and our desire reached as far as the ocean or the sky.
The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall.
Nothing can be seen within 300 miles, only vague Woods and mountains, and nine winding rivers.
* * * Come to Baiyue tattoo, don't even want a letter, let's keep in touch with home.
-Han Yu's "Climbing Liuzhou Tower and Sending May to Seal Four States"
When spring comes, good rain knows the season. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Thousands of birds sing green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags. Four hundred and eighty halls in southern dynasties, misty and rainy. -Tang Du Fu's Poems of Jiangnan Spring
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. -Tang Dumu's Qingming Festival
Big strings hummed like rain, small strings hummed like secrets, and then mixed together, just like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. -Tang Juyi's Preface to Pipa.
Traditional culture: festivals
1. "Holidays in the Mountains Think of Brothers in Shandong" Being in a foreign land, he misses his family more during festivals.
2. "Qingming" There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
3. "January Day" firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su from send warm. Thousands of families especially blink? Xin Yan green a dangerous evil spirit? ?
4. "Yuanxi" Last year, the flower market was brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
5. The Mid-Autumn Moon is full of cold clouds, and Han Yin silently turns to the tracts. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
2. Poems describing the combination of culture and food in China have a long history. China food culture is an important part of China culture. The following is compiled by cooking school, Diaoyutai in the north of Chengdu, hoping it will be useful.
Su Dongpo:
"Dongpo Collection" contains: "Shu people cherish the buds of Qin, and mix them with dove meat."
Pork ode: "Without water, firewood can't afford to smoke." . Don't rush him when he is ripe, he will be beautiful when the heat is enough. Huangzhou good pork, the price is as cheap as dirt. The rich refuse to eat, and the poor don't know how to cook. Get up in the morning and play two bowls, so full that you can't care. "
The jingle: "No bamboo makes people vulgar, no meat makes people thin, good but not thin, bamboo shoots stew meat".
Lu you:
The first time I went to Tang 'an, I cooked glutinous rice and carved Hu Mei. As big as amaranth, as white as jade, slippery and full of fragrance. "
"Eat porridge": "Everyone in the world is an old man, but I don't know that the long years are in the present. I have a simple Wanqiu (immortal name) method, which only gives porridge to immortals. "
Others:
Chen's heavy banquet will lead to the crown and separate from the next guest. Qi Xi is really ashamed and embarrassed. Last month, the flowers were carved, and the willow in the spring pool was beautiful. At sunset, I went back to Qili and even rode into it.
Yao He gave a banquet in Guanglu, Tianqing, and opened a China Pavilion in Zhulou. It was a shame to taste it for the second time. Spring breeze and wine move, and music is a long sunny day. It is difficult to get drunk after sitting for a long time, but it is also a temporary madness in old age. Diligence is still a candle, and dreams are always an obstacle.
Li Bai wrote two poems about Wang's parting: Who can swim in the mountains, and Fushan. The overlapping ridges hinder the Han River and even cross the peaks for bullfighting. Wang Sheng faces south, and the billiards hall is clear and quiet. Let me feel the spirit and sigh the shame. Sweep the stone and wait for the moon, and open the pool to raise the cold. Wine is refreshing, because I don't know that autumn is happy.
Li Bai's zaqu lines, three difficult golden statues, fighting for sake, 10 thousand, jade plate, precious shame, 10 thousand yuan. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain. I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice blocked the ferry; I want to climb the Taihang Mountain, but the sky is covered with snow. I came to fish and sit on the stream, but I suddenly dreamed of driving a boat and sailing towards the sun. It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, Dodge Road, it's safe now. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
It is difficult for Li Bai to calm down the cost of pure wine for three times, in exchange for a golden cup, a poem of 10 thousand coppers and a hip flask, and a jade plate full of shame. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain. I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Princess Naifei and Princess Taiping, Prince Li Zhi, went out of Long Ta, and Lu Guan opened the door. The bright sun forms shadows, and the low stars shine. The jade court is full of ink and color, and the silver list is full of algae and auspicious emblems. Clouds turn to flowers, and summer leaves compose flags. Diao Xuan returned to Cui Mo, and Garbo returned to Dantang. Pei, Loubi wheel fan. The crown of flowers is a feast, and the orchid flower is a feast. Huan Jiefeng, Xie Zhen is ashamed to recommend. Butterfly dance sleeves are fragrant and new, and songs are dusty. Huan Ning Huan, celebrate Ye's marriage. The smell of inflammation is cool in summer, and the frequency is sparse when it is cold early. Party period Liuhe Thailand, * * * enjoy the spring of ten thousand years.
Wang Jian left his younger brother alone, grew up together and never traveled far. Whoever doesn't care about love is ashamed in the morning. Go out and look at the clothes list, and the vegetation is poor in autumn. If you are not sick, you will be sad, especially for children. The world is hard to match, across the mountain. If the situation returns to war, what will the coward vote for? Growing up with you is still a gully trouble. I'm not young, and I won't practice hard. Think from now on and try to be good. But I want to be healthy, and I want to have enough food and clothing. It is a shame to be slow to receive this kind of training. Come back at the end of the year, and don't travel far.
3. For poems about culture, try drums and musical instruments in Hunan.
Qian Qi
It is often heard that the immortals in Xiangshui are good at playing the piano and singing.
Beautiful music makes Feng, the river god, dance and dance, which is unbearable for travelers who travel far away.
Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places.
Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant.
Running water flows to Pu, and I hate Taiwan crossing Dongting.
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming.
Bodhisattva Manyan Dao Ji
Mourning Zheng Yi as a Xiangjiang Music,
The sound is written in Xiang Bo green.
Thirteen strings of fingers,
I will convey my hatred.
When the banquet is slow,
Yuzhu flies wild goose.
When it touches the internal organs,
Spring mountain eyebrows are low.
Pipa player's song
Bai Juyi
Lute songs
Author: Li Qi
Category: Seven-character Ancient Poems
Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the clothes.
But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin.
It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.
In painting
Mo Mei? Wang Mian (yuan)
My home is Xiyan Hutou Tree,
All the flowers are pale and inky.
Don't boast that the color is beautiful,
Just keep it fresh and full of Kun.
If you want to write a painter's pen, pick the end of the mirror first.
I have been shocked by somo, and I gradually feel that my temple is dying.
It is easy to draw with tears, but difficult to write with sadness.
May you forget and show the picture when you see it.
-Xue Yuan, send the photos outside.
Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene
Su Shi
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.
Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet.
Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground,
It is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck.
Lin Liang painted the song of the double-horned eagle.
Li Mengyang (Ming)
For more than a hundred years, he painted birds, followed by Lv Ji.
The second son seems unwilling to work, so he sucks a pen and never moves a finger.
Lin Liang only writes birds in ink, but he is half-scanning.
Waterbirds and land birds are wonderful, and all the houses are moving.
The forest river in the empty valley is surging, and two eagles stand out from the crowd on the frost cliff.
The whole bone brushes the feathers, and the wall is born in six autumn.
An eagle's eyes are fixed, but two eyes don't know the autumn hair.
An eagle turned to think about it and gradually felt the wind rustling.
Although the horse is bleak, it is murderous.
Wearing horns, dense claws and iron fists is like tears.
The north wind blows sand, autumn grass and yellow grass, you have an arm to ride!
All the monsters and birds in the grass were killed, and Wan Li was bleeding in the clear sky.
I heard about Song Huizong, and I like this eagle, too.
Later, he lost his son of heaven and starved to death in the five kingdoms city.
As we all know, writing and drawing are the art of little people, and works are like a hollow reputation.
It is also the end of school hunting, and the outside world has an ancient experience.
Today, Wang gave a banquet and delivered a speech at the Royal Cultural Center.
The West Lake in the South China Sea is barren and hunters are poor.
Lv Ji Bai shou Jin fireside, go home at dusk without drinking.
Never wise or expensive, how dare you be smart?
Good, good, I don't want to withdraw money directly,
There is no way to make future generations good at painting and painting.
Other aspects, tea art, chess and so on.
Chess sound
Author: Huang Geng
Where does Xian Weng like to talk with his hands? I smell peeling and pecking among bamboo forests.
A jade spoon knocked the clouds to pieces, and several afternoon windows were dreams.
Wait, you have to know that your heart is far away and your ears can't put it down.
Rotten people go to clean up the mess. Silence admits the coldness of the pavilion stone.
Yoshioka fried tea
Time: Northern Song Dynasty
Author: Su Shi
Works: Yoshioka fried tea
Running water must be boiled with live fire, which is clear from the fishing stone. [ 1]
The big ladle keeps the moon and the spring urn, and the small ladle divides the river and the night bottle.
Snow milk has been turned over and fried, and the wind suddenly makes a diarrhea sound. [2]
It is not easy to ban three bowls when heartbroken, but it is longer to sit and listen to the lonely city. [3]
4. Poems about peach culture Chiba peach blossom is better than a hundred flowers, and loneliness and glory are soft in the years.
Teach and avoid vulgarity, and the Qin people will know that the old couple in Kuayuan. Tang Yang's "Peach Blossom in Chiba" shows that peach blossoms bloom first in spring, and everyone doesn't think it looks good.
Unfortunately, the wind is behind, and the dark red patches are dotted with strawberry moss. Tang Zhou Pu's Peach Blossom Love is chilly in spring, but I'm afraid it will be cold.
Song and Yang Wanli's "A Little Crossing the Taihe River in February" Peach blossoms were born in spring, and Baishi is now here. Shake the branches of female radish and shake half the blue sky and bright moon.
Last year, today, in this door, the face and the peach blossom set each other off. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
-Don Cui Hu: "The Village in the south of the city" is full of beautiful trees, blooming flowers and burning in spring. In the Millennium, it will show that people make chemicals.
-Don Wu Rong: Peach blossom.
5. The poem about culture is 1. Men are dragons, women are phoenixes, and dragons and phoenixes are auspicious. Old ginger, less waves, old ginger is spicy, and the latter waves push the former waves. China's talents have been produced from generation to generation, and the culture has been passed down for thousands of years.
Five thousand years of wind and rain, virtue is passed down from generation to generation. Drinking the water from the Yellow River and standing at the mouth of the Yangtze River, I was deeply moved, and the historical origin of China was spread.
Although there is Mandarin, the dialect is also very developed. How can we forget the Millennium of culture? Just be happy, good, really interesting! Don't forget!
4. The cultural feelings of Chinese sons and daughters are passed down from generation to generation, and you pass them on to me to carry forward the culture.
5. There are many cultures in China. Let me talk about the language, how strong the southern accent is, and all places use their own. Mandarin is the lingua franca, and all people can speak it.
6. Chinese civilization lasted for five thousand years. Modern people are not idle. Confucius and Mencius speak of benevolence and righteousness, while Laozi and Zhuangzi speak of freedom. Mohism is a ranger. Han Fei is a legalist. He has a degree of relaxation and is both civil and military. He is infatuated with his in-depth study.
7. The blue sea is Beibei's home, the vast forest is Jingjing's home, the blazing flame is Huanhuan's home, the green grassland is Yingying's home, and the vast sky is Nini's home. The five Fuwa shouted in unison: China-our home!
8. National culture originates from practice, historical records are constantly displayed, the basic characteristics of the people flow from the source, the economy and society develop in an all-round way, culture casts national vitality, safeguards national peaceful reunification, integrates culture, politics and economy, and enhances strong comprehensive national strength.
9. Taoism is pure, Mohism loves and does not invade, Legalism governs the world, Confucian ethics and morality, Han Fei's military strategist talks about Taoism, the Warring States period is turbulent, a hundred schools of thought contend, and ideas erupt, which is passed down from generation to generation.
6. The number of poems about culture in misty rain on the balcony is 1. Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an has been as thin as gauze for many years. Who made the riders in Beijing? Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
2. Liu's "Yue Wumu Temple" Qiantang was once an imperial country, and the tomb of Wu Mu was here. A flag on the moon hurts the leopard's tail, and the lake is separated from the wind and rain. In those days, Hu rode in the palace, and the night was boundless. Now we are defending the first world war in the building. Tian Heng's tomb is a sad place. 3. Liu Yuxi's "Wuyi Lane" has wild grass flowers on the Zhuque Bridge, and the sunset in Wuyi Lane is oblique. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. 4, Kou Zhun's "Willow" dawn to light smoke apricot blossom room, late condensation dark green wind flat sand. There is a romantic place in the long street, which closely reflects the Su family in Qiantang.
7. Find a famous sentence about culture, forget to eat when you are angry, forget to worry when you are happy, and never know how old you are.
Eat less, drink more water, bend your arms and enjoy it. Unjust wealth is like a cloud to me.
Hyun-jae, come back! A spoonful of food, a spoonful of drink, in a mean alley, it is unbearable to see. I won't change my fun back.
Hyun-jae, come back! It is not enough to discuss those who are ambitious and ashamed of poor food and clothing. Being rich and expensive is what people want; You can't go anywhere unless you take the main road.
Poverty and meanness are disgusting to people; If you don't take the main road, you won't go. I have money to ask for. Although I am a whipper, I do the same.
If you can't ask, just do as I say. Is it not delightful to have friends coming from distant quarters? See profit and forget righteousness, and give up life for righteousness.
Cultivate one's morality for respect ... cultivate one's morality for safety ... cultivate one's morality for people's safety. You can entrust a six-foot orphan, you can send a hundred miles of life, and the big festival cannot be taken away.
People with lofty ideals are benevolent, there is no harm in saving, and there is benevolence in death.