Nanxiangzi's visit to Beijing, Gu Beiting, is pregnant with Xin Qiji.
Where to see China? Full of scenery, Gu Bei Building. How many things have gone up and down through the ages? The long and endless Yangtze River is rolling forward!
I was too young to stop fighting in the southeast. Who is the world hero? Cao Liu, have a baby like Sun Zhongmou!
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgic Sushi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Think back to Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao just got married, he was handsome, holding a feather fan and wearing a black silk scarf. Between talking and laughing, I was exhausted. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, and a bottle returns to the moon.
Shanpoyang Tongguan Huaiguzhang
The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road. Looking at Xijing from afar, I hesitated and lamented the Qin and Han Dynasties. Ten thousand rooms in Quegong have been buried. Xing, the people suffer; Death, people suffer!
Zhang Kejiu Renyueyuan Wumen Nostalgia
The mountain hides the white tiger and the cloud hides the temple, and the old plum branches on the pool.
Dongting is back to prosperity, with citrus mangroves and silver thread of perch.
Baijiachi Pavilion, flowers and plants in the Wu Palace, could have done that at that time.
The most pitiful thing is that you call birds and hate giving.
Zhe Guiling Changsha Huaigu Lu Zhi
The lakeside faces Yingzhou, and Lu Heng looks for poetry, making waves for spring.
Zeguo Renlan, Tingzhou Ruoruo, who evokes the soul.
Empty eyes blocked the clouds in the sky, and the yellow tomb treasure condensed the dust.
The world has come and gone, and Changsha has served as several ci ministers.
Guan wa gong Huai gu pi ri xiu
Knock on the golden footsteps in the gallery and bring the body of the renewed front to Apple Hill.
I don't know where the water burial is today, but Ryutsuki's winding takes effect.
Yishui Huaigu Ma Dai
Jing Qing is gone forever, and there is no end to the flow of Xiao Shui to the East.
Sunset depression thistle north, yellow sand and white grass let the wind blow.
Chu Jiang Huai Gu Ma Dai
The cold light shines on the dew, and the sun sets over the mountains in the south.
The trees and monkeys on the bank of Dongting Lake echo each other, and someone is moving with an orchid wooden boat.
The swamp swells with the moon, while the torrent bends with the will of the mountains.
Disappearing clouds left me, with autumn sadness all night.
Deng Lumen Mountain Nostalgia Meng Haoran
In the morning, the boat bypassed the mountains in Xi 'an with great interest and crossed the Han River.
The sand birds are close, but the trees are far away.
Gradually arrived at Lumeng Mountain, which was bright and green.
The pool between the rocks is winding, and the boat often twists and turns.
I heard that Pang Degong came, but the mountain has not been returned.
Jin Jian nurtures wisdom and comfort, and the stone bed lies with moss.
I feel old, but I'm climbing a rope.
The remains of the secluded world can still be found, and Su Chao's style has been far away from this world.
Accompanied by white clouds, I don't know when they drifted by, and planted osmanthus flowers with empty posture.
The fun of remembering the past is still unfinished, and the setting sun returns to the western hills.
Looking at Bai's Nostalgia from Niu Shan Sleeping at Night.
On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky.
I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.
I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.
One moonlit night, Jinling missed Li Bai.
The pale Jinling moon hangs in the sky of the empire.
Astronomy stays in the sky, and it is a big river.
Green water is absolutely clear, and pine trees destroy ancient hills.
There is no Phoenix Tower in the palace.
Summer is not sad and clear, and Fiona Fang enjoys the tour.
When I heard Song Yushu, the backyard was desolate.
Xijiang nostalgic dumu
Going to Tunbahan to control Xiaoxiang is as angry as a mirror.
Di Wei's sewing is really a drama, but Fu Jian's casting is even more absurd.
Qian Qiu caught Song Ge's Bright Moon, while Sha Ou and Wan Li caught the sunset.
Fan Li is lonely when he cleans the dust, and the good wind belongs only to businessmen.
Jiangnan nostalgia Tara
Cheshushu can't be mixed, and Jingyishan River is the same today.
Chen Wunian, went to Jinling, and recalled Yugong with melancholy leisure.
Bian he Huai gu Tara
The dragon boat belongs to Jin Lan Emperor Yang Di, and the platform belongs to Hanwang and Liang.
Tourists are free to think about the past. They are lonely and sad.
Du Mu Jin Gu Nostalgia
The bleak ruins in the east of Luochuan are the same as Ukiyo-e paintings.
The fragrance of peaches and plums disappeared in the golden valley, and then the soul of the leading edge was broken.
Apart from the sadness of previous years, today's scenery is a dream.
I just want to hate the guests in the night spring, which is full of hate.
The Old Times of Xibao Mountain Liu Yuxi
Since Wang Jun brought his towering ship down from Yizhou, the ghost of the royal family has languished in Nanjing.
The long Zhang Qian chain sank to the bottom of the river, and a flag was lowered on the stone wall.
How many sad past in life, the mountains still remain cold.
It is the day when the China world is unified. The ancient fortress is full of ruins and autumn reeds.
Landscape pastoral poetry originated from Xie Lingyun in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and Tao Yuanming in the Jin Dynasty, represented by Wang Wei and Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty. This kind of poetry is good at describing natural scenery, pastoral scenery and comfortable seclusion. Poetry and painting are meaningful and beautiful, the style is quiet and elegant, the language is beautiful and refined, and the line drawing technique is used.
Poets such as Tao Yuanming formed the pastoral school in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, poets such as Xie Lingyun and Xie Tiao formed the landscape school in the Southern Dynasties, and poets such as Wang Wei and Meng Haoran formed the pastoral school in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The poet takes landscape and countryside as aesthetic objects, and throws delicate brushstrokes into quiet Shan Ye and leisurely fields to create a rural life, so as to express his dissatisfaction with reality and his concern for a quiet and peaceful life.
Meng Haoran's Passing the Old Village;
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Du Fu's quatrains:
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Du fu's quatrains
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Five poems by Gui Yuantian Ju
Tao Yuanming
one
Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan. Thirty years passed carelessly.
Birds love the ancient forest, and the fish in the pond miss the ancient garden.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The eaves of Liu Yin are covered with elms, in front of which is Luotang, Li Tao.
This is a warm village, and there is smoke in the yiyi market. Dogs bark in deep alleys, chickens crow and mulberry trees jump.
The house is free of dust and sundries, and the empty room is free. After staying in the cage for a long time, they returned to nature.
Secondly,
There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry.
When I was in the market, there were people everywhere, wearing grass and going back and forth. Meeting you, no nonsense, Sang Ma has a long way to go.
The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide. I'm always afraid that the frost will come and disperse with the grass.
third
At the foot of Nanshan, beans are planted, and the grass is full of beans.
The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes.
Fourth.
I have been to Shanze for a long time, enjoying the wild forest. I will try to take my son and nephew to the wild market.
Wandering among the mountains, I live in the past. There are remnants of well stoves and rotten mulberry and bamboo.
Ask the salaried person, this person might as well tell me that he did not recover after his death.
It's true that I abandoned the market all my life. Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.
Fifth.
I feel sorry for myself, rugged and winding. The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.
My newly cooked wine has brought two chickens closer to the office.
Happiness comes and bitterness goes, and the dusk is short, which has returned to Tianxu.
The ancients liked to recite things. There are only 602 1 poems in the whole Tang Dynasty, 504 poems in the early Tang Dynasty, 746 poems in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and 455 poems in the middle Tang Dynasty.
3556 songs in the late Tang Dynasty. Everything in nature, from mountains and rivers to flowers, birds, insects and fish, can be described and sung by poets. While describing them carefully, they pinned their feelings on them. -This gave birth to poetry about things.
"It's about chanting, and I'm on the cover." -Liu Xizai's Art Outline
"The shape is small and vivid." "Don't touch it, don't leave it."
The characteristic of poetry chanting things is to support ambition with things. The ancients liked to recite things. Everything in nature, from mountains and rivers to flowers, birds, insects and fish, can be the object of the poet's description, and all his feelings can be pinned on him.
Wang Mian of Mo Mei
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
moist
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
"Yong" Tang Luobin Wang
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south. I couldn't stand the dark temple shadow, so I poisoned my bald head.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ?
The poem of lime is clear and modest.
A thousand hammers cut deep mountains, and the fire burns like a fool.
Broken bones and muddy bodies are not afraid, but only innocence remains in the world.
Wang Anshi's plum blossom
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
Knowing from afar is not snow, only Dimfragrance comes.
Zheng Xie Zhushi
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Li He's Horse History
The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
Don't be a golden brain, go and step on the clear autumn.
willow
He zhangzhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Yan's home is like chanting bamboo.
Du Fu
The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall.
The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle.
The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.
But without cutting, I will meet the clouds.
War poetry
The Journey to the West, Cen Can
Don't you see: walking along the snow by the sea,
Sand in the desert, yellow flies to heaven. On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower.
And valleys, full of broken boulders like pecking measures, down, forward, with the wind.
Despite the gray grass, Tatar horses are plump, and on the west side of Jinshan, smoke and dust gather.
General of China's army, start your battle! Wear your armor all night,
Marching in the middle of the night, the sharp wind tip cuts the face like a knife.
Sweat from the snow steamed on horseback, freezing the pattern of five-flowered coins.
Your challenge from the camp, from the ink bottle of ice, has chilled the barbarian leader.
You will no longer need a real fight! We are waiting for the news of victory in Xiguan! !
Richie is an ancient war song.
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.
The bones of death are buried in the wilderness every year, and only grapes from the western regions are sent to the Han people.
Wang Changling's Xia Sai Qu.
Horses lead horses to drink across the river, the wind is biting, and the autumn wind is like a sword.
The sunset on the vast battlefield has not yet fallen, and I saw Lintao County in the distance in the dark.
The Great Wall once fought a fierce battle, saying that the frontier soldiers were in high spirits.
Since ancient times, there have been sandstorms, bones everywhere and weeds everywhere.
Lu LUN sai Xia qu
In the faint moonlight, geese fly high,
Run away alone at night.
If you want to travel light,
The snow is full of bows and knives.
Farewell poems are poems that express the poet's feelings of parting. For example, Farewell to Friends, Farewell to Yuan Er's Ambassador Anxi, Farewell to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night, Farewell to Du Fu's appointment, Don't Move Big, etc. "Love parting, hate meeting" is one of the great pains of life that Buddhists say. Because of this, through the ages, many literati have been singing the song of parting. In addition to this deep sadness, there are often other sustenance: either encouragement and encouragement, or expressing friendship, or pinning the poet's own ideals and ambitions.
In addition, some farewell poems in the Tang Dynasty are often filled with positive youthful atmosphere, full of hopes and dreams, reflecting the spiritual outlook of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
"Send Du Shaofu Ren Shuchuan" (1)
(Wang Bo)
Across the wall of Sanqin, across the fog of five rivers.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
(Note: ① Shaofu: Tang County Commandant; Zhou Shu: It refers to Chongchuan City, Sichuan Province today.
(2) Auxiliary: supporting and clamping auxiliary.
3 inaction: don't. )
Send yuan twenty-one Xi
Don
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
Break up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn. "
Don Wang Changling
It's freezing and rainy, and it's night in Wu, and Chushan is quiet.
Relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other that there was a piece of ice in the jade pot.
A gift for Wang Lun.
Tang Libai
Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard singing on the shore.
Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.
Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou from Yellow Crane Tower.
Tang Libai
The old friend said that the Yellow Crane Tower, [1] fireworks will go down to Yangzhou in March. [2]
Lonely sails are far away from the sky, [3] and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. [4]
A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Tang Censhen
The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. [ 1]
It enters the pearl shutters, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, and a cotton pad is thin.
The bow becomes stiff, it is almost impossible to pull it out, and it is difficult to protect your iron clothes.
The unfathomable ice in the sand sea, gloomy clouds and Wan Li condensation.
But let's drink to the guest who came home from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.
Until dusk, when the snow collapsed our tent, our frozen red flag could not fly in the wind.
We watched him walk eastward through the wheel tower door and enter the snowdrift on Tianding Road.
Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.
Frontier poems are the main theme of Tang poetry, the most profound, imaginative and artistic part of Tang poetry. Some writers who have personal frontier life experience and military life experience write with personal experience; Other poets created new works with Yuefu's old poems. The number of participants and the number of poems are unprecedented in the previous generation. His creation has experienced four stages: early Tang, prosperous Tang, middle Tang and late Tang. Among them, frontier poems in the early Tang Dynasty and the prosperous Tang Dynasty are full of high-spirited and vigorous style, with the strongest artistry. Luo was one of the four outstanding poets in the early Tang Dynasty. He wrote a lot of frontier poems in the early Tang Dynasty. On the one hand, his frontier poems have a wide range of themes, including: a. Frontier scenery; B, the hard life of border guards; C, the ambition to kill the enemy and serve the country and make contributions; D, homesickness of border guards. It not only covers most areas of frontier fortress poetry in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but also has a high style. Since then, other famous poets, such as Yang Jiong and Du Fu, have also created frontier poems. The creation of frontier poems once became a fashion.
(1) Xia Sai Qu by Li Yi
Four songs under the plug (part 1)
Tribes in Zhou Fan can finish and hunt Yellow River songs at dawn and dusk.
Yan Song is not broken, and the horses are green.
(2) Wang Changling's The Next Song? Second "
Horses lead horses to drink across the river, the wind is biting, and the autumn wind is like a sword.
The sunset on the vast battlefield has not yet fallen, and I saw Lintao County in the distance in the dark.
The Great Wall once fought a fierce battle, saying that the frontier soldiers were in high spirits.
Since ancient times, there have been sandstorms, bones everywhere and weeds everywhere.
(3) join the army.
Wang Changling
Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain,
Seeing yumenguan from the lonely city.
Huang Sha wears golden armor in many battles.
If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it.
(D) Liangzhou Ci
(Tang) Wang Zhihuan
Wine luminous glass,
If you want to drink pipa, hurry up.
Don't laugh when you are drunk on the beach.
How many wars were fought in ancient times?
(5) Ancient military service
Richie
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 our bones in the desert and watch Pu Tao enter the Han family.
(6) Guan Shanyue
li po
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 garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
(7) Li Bai's Xia Sai Qu.
The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass.
Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality.
The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night.
I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.
(1) nostalgic poems.
Generally, I miss people and things in ancient times. Poetry about history often distorts historical facts and reality, or regrets personal experience or criticizes social reality. For example, Su Shi's "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia" expresses his personal experience, the contradiction between ideal and reality, and has achieved nothing for more than half a year. Xin Qiji's Ode to Yule, Jingkou Gu Beiting and Nostalgia expressed his dissatisfaction with the imperial court's drag out an ignoble existence and attacked the social reality. There are also poems about history, which only reflect and evaluate history calmly and rationally, or just describe it objectively. The poet's own experience is not among them, and the poet's feelings are just the sound outside the painting. For example, Liu Yuxi's "Wu Yi Xiang" expresses the poet's sense of historical vicissitudes by comparing the past and the present.
(2) poetry.
Characteristics of object-chanting poems: the content takes a certain object as the description object, and describes it by grasping some of its characteristics. Ideologically, it is often to express one's wishes. From things to people, from reality to nothingness, write spiritual character. Commonly used metaphor, symbol, personification and contrast.
(3) Landscape pastoral poetry.
Xie Lingyun in the Southern Dynasty created landscape poetry, Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty created pastoral poetry, and in the Tang Dynasty, the school of landscape pastoral poetry represented by Wang Wei and Meng Haoran appeared. Landscape pastoral poetry is good at describing natural scenery, pastoral scenery and comfortable seclusion life, with meaningful and beautiful poetic landscape, quiet and elegant style and clear and elegant language.
(4) War poems.
Poems about frontier fortress and war have existed since the pre-Qin period and developed into the Tang Dynasty. Because wars are still frequent, rulers attach more importance to martial arts than literature, and it is easier for scholars to win reputation by inviting frontier courts than by passing imperial examinations. In addition, in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, frontier poems with magnificent feelings were greatly developed, forming a new school of poetry, with representatives such as Gao Shi, Cen Can and Wang Changling.
(5) Travel poems and in my heart forever's poems.
The ancient people's long-term exile, long-term wandering, or long-term guarding the border will always cause strong homesickness and homesickness, so there are many such poems. They either write about their nostalgia for a trip, or their thoughts about their relatives and friends, or their homesickness, or their thoughts about being pregnant in the boudoir. In writing, I feel hurt by touching the scene, feeling in time, expressing my feelings with things, expressing my feelings because of dreams, or expressing my feelings with wonderful metaphors.
(6) Farewell poems.
In ancient times, due to inconvenient transportation and underdeveloped communication, it was often difficult for relatives and friends to meet for several years, so the ancients paid special attention to parting. On the occasion of parting, people often set up wine farewell parties, fold willows to send them away, and sometimes sing poems to bid farewell, so parting has become an eternal theme of ancient literati. Because everyone's situation is different, the specific content and ideological tendency written in farewell poems are often different. Some express their feelings of parting directly, some express their feelings by spitting out the anger in their chests or expressing their wishes, some focus on the pain of parting without hating, some focus on persuasion, encouragement and comfort, and some have both.