1. About narrative poems (10 narrative poems)
About narrative poems (10 narrative poems) 1. 10 narrative poems
Midnight Wu Ge Tang Dynasty Li Bai Autumn song Chang'an is covered with moon, and the sound of thousands of households banging clothes is heard.
The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love. When will the Hu barbarians be pacified and the good men stop going on an expedition? Winter Song: The Ming Dynasty post envoys sent out, and the robes were collected all night long.
My bare hands are as cold as a pair of scissors. The tailor sent me a long way, how many days will it take to arrive in Lintao? Thoughts of a Quiet Night by Li Bai, Tang Dynasty The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, and it is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown. Overcast and Rainy Tang Bai Juyi The mist is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.
The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is more cloudy at dawn. Looking at the tower, clouds cover my eyes, and my heart is homesick with raindrops.
How can we comfort Youdu? I rely on this North Window Qin. Cold Food in Traveling by Tang Lizhong: Cold food during the trip, homesickness and tears of wet wipes.
The music and books are broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain is in the spring. There is no reason to want to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting.
There are so many people outing outside the countryside. Autumn Thoughts on the Bank of the River by Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty Driving horses along the river, homesickness arises every step of the way.
Raise the whip to wave the willow color, and lose the sound of cicadas. Autumn crops are bounded by long roads, and cold clouds surround the ancient city.
When the family is poor and prosperous, they have no land to farm. Sending friends off on the river to travel south by Zhang Qiao of the Tang Dynasty Where homesickness accumulates, chaos gathers at the end of the world.
The long shore is full of people, and the lake is wide and the sails are sailing in autumn. Buying wine and passing by the fishing house, sharing lamps and fishing boats.
When Xiaoxiang sees wild geese coming, he should think of traveling alone. Homesickness by Tang Buxie No one travels to Lubei, but letters from Yunnan have not yet been returned.
If you don’t sweep away the flowers in front of the court, who will climb the willows outside the door? If you sit for a long time and sell silver candles, you will lose your beauty if you are more worried.
The moon hangs in my heart on an autumn night, and the mountains are illuminated by thousands of miles. Homesickness in the Mountains in Winter - Congratulations to Zhou Dynasty in the Tang Dynasty The fields began to condense, and the sky became clear at dawn.
The trees are cold and there are few birds, and the mountains are far apart and there are few monks. Close the windows against the sun and close the snow, open the stove to release the inkstone.
Suddenly returned to his homeland and wanted to live in Xiling. Autumn View of the Old City of Yunmeng by Tang Rongyu The ruins of the old country are here, and I want to visit the ancient city.
Once a person changes, a thousand years will be in vain. Mengzhu's sound is late, and the trees in Jingmen are in autumn color.
The clouds linger, hanging in the distance looking at homesickness. Great Night Works by Tang Gaoshi The hotel is still sleepless under the cold light, and the guests' minds are filled with sadness.
I miss my hometown tonight, and worry about tomorrow for another year. Apricot Blossoms in My Hometown, Tang Sikong Picture. Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new blooms. Hold the flower branches on the left and the cup on the right.
I want to ask, why are old friends different from flowers and glasses of wine? Homesickness outside the Yangtze River Weizhuang Tang Dynasty Every year in spring, I feel sad in a foreign land, and I can know Du Qu and Oriole. Even more so when the sun sets on the bank of the river, and there are traces of heartbroken smoke and willows.
Looking from afar Tang Yuanzhen’s eyes are full of sad winter scenery, with many mangroves on the side of the mountain and the temple. Zhongxuan sheds endless tears of homesickness, and the Zhang River flows eastward with jade waves.
He Sanxiang Poetry, Gaoqu, Tang Dynasty. Thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains in the north and south. Who doesn’t miss his hometown in Xuanche? Only traces of Fanghan's sorrow remain, and the peach and plum blossoms may be hurt on the street.
Homesickness Tang Xuetao The water under Mount Emei is like oil, but my heart is not tied to my boat. When the sails leave Jinpu, the sound of the rafts will sing in unison.
Words: Proud of Fishermen? Thoughts on Autumn by Fan Zhongyan The scenery is strange when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds are heard from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the lonely city closes.
A glass of wine can bring you thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home. Qiang Guan is covered with frost all over the ground.
When a man is sleepless, the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. The poem "Homesickness" calls out to the haggard guest from the south of the Yangtze River, who wants to return to some paradise.
Diligent writing is a solitary mountain. Yulan listens to the rain and sleeps, with a sad look on his eyebrows.
In Gu Zui's dream, there is nothing, flying to conquer the wild geese and cicadas. Thousands of lovesickness melt into the blue smoke.
The spring dream is far away on the green screen, and the embroidered curtain is cold. Poppy Li Yu When is the spring flowers and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed. How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. Song "Xianlu. Flower Appreciation Time": A group of people enter the screen tent, the bamboo fence is patched with moss, the wall is broken, the firewood door is broken, and a broken net is hung.
A few huts, a pole swaying in the wind, hold the Yangtze River. "Shuang Tiao. She Gui Ling" on the 9th: Qingshan Qiangsheng Wusha, returned to Yan Hengqiu, tired of being a guest, homesick for home.
The green sleeves are attentive, the golden cups are scattered with flowers and flowing water, and the jade hands are playing the pipa. When people grow old, their hair turns gray in the west wind, and when butterflies come and go, their flowers turn gray.
Looking back at the end of the world, a touch of the setting sun, and a few jackdaws.
2. What are the narrative poems?
Li Bai left for Baidi City early
In his farewell speech to Baidi among the colorful clouds, he returned from a thousand miles to Jiangling in one day.
The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Du Mu Qingming Festival
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.
I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Li Bai presented it to Wang Lun
Li Bai was about to set off in a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore.
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me.
Military Chariots·Du Fu
The chariots rattled and the horses rustled. Pedestrians carry bows and arrows at their waists.
Ye Niang and his wife saw each other off, but Xianyang Bridge was not seen in the dust.
Holding his clothes and stamping his feet, he blocked the road and cried, and his cries went up to the sky.
People passing by the road asked the pedestrians, but the pedestrians were confused.
Or from Fanghe in the north of Fifteenth, to Yingtian in the west of Fortyth.
When I left, my head was straight and my hair was wrapped, but when I came back, my hair was white and still guarding the border.
The side court bled into the sea water, and Emperor Wu was moved to the side.
Don’t you know that in the two hundred states of Han Dynasty in Shandong, Jingqi grows in thousands of villages.
Even if there is a strong woman with a hoe and a plow, there will be nothing in the long acres.
Kang Fu Qin soldiers fought hard and were driven away like dogs and chickens.
Although the elders have questions, do servants dare to express their hatred?
And now this winter, the death of Kansai has not stopped.
The county magistrate is urgently asking for rent, where will the rent and taxes come from?
I believe that having a boy is bad, but having a girl is good.
If you give birth to a girl, you still have to marry your neighbor, but if you give birth to a boy, you have to marry her neighbor.
If you don’t see Qinghai Head, no one has collected the bones since ancient times.
New ghosts are annoying and old ghosts are crying, and the sky is cloudy, rainy and wet, chirping! "
"Pipa Tour"
Seeing off guests on the first night on the Xunyang River, the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn.
The host dismounted and the passengers were on the boat. He raised the wine and wanted to drink. Orchestral music.
We are so drunk that we say goodbye. The vast river is bathed in the moon.
I suddenly heard the sound of pipa playing on the water.
The sound of the pipa has stopped, and I am late to say anything. I move the boat closer to invite you to meet, add wine, turn on the light, and start the feast again.
I have been calling for a long time. , still holding the pipa half-covered.
The strings are plucked three or two times, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, which seems to be a sign of failure in life.
p>The formalities of the letter with low eyebrows are continued, and the infinite things in the heart are said.
The light and slow twisting and wiping are repeated, firstly "Ni Shang" and then "Liu Yao"
The big strings are noisy and the small ones are falling on the jade plate.
The orioles are whispering on the bottom of the flower. , It is difficult for the ice spring to flow under the ice.
The ice spring is so cold that the sound cannot pass through.
There is no sadness and hatred at this time. Silence is better than sound.
The silver bottle bursts out, and the cavalry shoots out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the four strings sound like cracking silk.
She was silent, only to see the white moon in the autumn sky in the middle of the river.
She straightened her clothes and straightened her face while plucking strings.
She said that she was originally from the capital, and her home was under the Tomb of Xianda. Live.
Thirteen has learned pipa, and he belongs to the first class of the school.
Qiu Niang was jealous of Qiu Niang. >
The young people in Wuling are fighting for their heads, and they are singing a song of red silk.
The silver grate on the head is broken, and the blood-colored skirt is stained by wine.
This year's laughter will return next year. , the autumn moon and the spring breeze are spent leisurely.
My brother is in the army and my aunt is dead. When I go to the palace in the evening, I am so lonely.
The old man is married to a businessman. > The businessman valued profits over separation. The month before last, he went to Fuliang to buy tea.
He kept an empty boat at the mouth of the river. The moon was bright and the water was cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed of a young man.
I sighed when I heard the pipa, and sighed again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people, so why should we know each other before we meet? I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was exiled to Xunyang City.
Xunyang is a remote place with no music, and I have never heard the sound of silk and bamboo.
I live near the Huanjiang River, where the land is low and humid, and there are yellow reeds and bitter bamboos. Living around the house.
What do you hear in the morning and evening?
The flowers on the spring river are often drinking alone. > How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, which are so hoarse that it is difficult to listen to them?
Tonight, hearing your pipa music is like listening to fairy music, and my ears are temporarily bright.
Mo Cigen sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing".
I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The sound is not as sad as the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again.
Who among the audience cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet.
"The Charcoal Seller"
Bai Juyi
The Charcoal Seller cut down firewood to burn charcoal in the southern mountains.
His face was dusty and smoky, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.
Where do you get money from selling charcoal? The clothes on your body and the food in your mouth.
Poor, I am wearing only plain clothes, and I am worried that the weather will be cold.
There is a foot of snow outside the city at night, and at dawn the charcoal cart rolls over the ice tracks.
The cows were trapped and the people were hungry. The sun was getting high and they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are the two Pian Pian cavalry coming? The messenger in yellow is in white.
Holding the document in his hand and pronouncing the edict orally, he returned to the carriage and shouted at the oxen to lead them north.
A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and the palace envoy will regret it.
Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk are tied directly to the cow's head and filled with charcoal.
"Poetry of Mulan"
3. Ancient poems describing narratives
One hairpin is left to form a fan.
The sky is green and the sky is dark. There is smoke and dust in Jiuchong City Tower, and Qing'e is the old prisoner in Jiaofang.
Cheng Huan has no time to spare when serving banquets. In the west chamber of the Golden Palace, the theme of the poem is "Eternal Regret".
Exquisite Pavilions and Five Clouds Rising is Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", a complete poem that vividly describes the love tragedy between Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang Guifei. A Taoist priest from Linqiong visited Dudu and returned eastward to the capital.
The emptying of the air and the running of the air like lightning begin when there is a new blessing, when no one whispers in the middle of the night. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea.
The spring breeze and peach and plum blossoms can touch the soul with sincerity. The wind blows and the fairy's mantle flutters.
No one has taken over the Huadian commissioned land, and Yu Yu has been unable to get it for many years. It’s hard to give up on natural beauty.
In order to feel the king's thoughts, he was not reborn as a man and was reborn as a woman, and the mountain was in the void. The king and his ministers take care of each other with their clothes on their backs: Column) Looking at the king affectionately and thanking the king, riding thousands of horses to the southwest, and through the artistic image created.
In the soil at the foot of the Mawei slope, the green golden bird scratches its head. The king is not satisfied with it all day long. Looking back, the blood and tears flow together. On the ground, I wish to be a twig. The snow-skinned flower appearance is uneven. This is the poem. There is an oath in the book that the two of us know, and we are more than a hundred miles west of the capital. But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold. After the banquet in the Jade Tower, you will be drunk and spring.
Qingyun enters the heights of Li Palace. There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei. Dreams are frightening in the Jiuhua tent. The pitiful light is born in the door. From then on, the king does not go to court early.
Yuyang Mo stirs the earth to come; Nan Nei's work, Chang'an is no longer visible, but the dust and mist can be seen, which has infected readers for thousands of years. The servant helped her weakly.
Yunyan is half asleep. After returning, the ponds and gardens remain the same.
The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, and the eyebrows are turning like a moth before the horse dies. One of them has a character that is too true.
The green flowers swayed and stopped, startling the song of colorful clothes and feathers. Three thousand beauties in the harem: Nanyuan) The disciples of the Liyuan have new white hair.
It’s been a long time since life and death passed. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the leaves of the sycamore trees fall in the autumn rain.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant for the night. The lonely face of the jade face sheds tears: the night when the flowers bloom.
The yellow buds are scattered and the wind is blowing. The world spins back to Long Yu.
Slow singing, slow dancing and silk bamboo. A daughter in the Yang family has grown up.
I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and I will send you a gold-plated hairpin. The bells and drums are late and the night is long.
Eternal life will eventually end. Then it made the hearts of parents all over the world.
Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad. The king can't save him by hiding his face.
Wandering around with clothes and pillows in hand. In the cold spring, I bathe in the Huaqing Pond, and the fallen leaves are full of red. This hatred lasts forever. The soul never comes to dream. We will meet in heaven and on earth. The lonely lamp is exhausted before we fall asleep. The golden hairpin is divided into two parts. The sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace.
(Lantong, Taiye hibiscus and willows are still growing, I hesitate to go here. The six armies have no choice but to raise themselves in the boudoir and no one knows them.
This poem has a great influence on many literary works of later generations. It has a profound impact.
The water of Shu River is green and the mountains of Shu are green. Thinking of the country.
The poet used historical figures and legends to create a moving and moving story. Looking back, one smiles and one is full of charm. One parting voice and another are confused. The hibiscus tent warms the spring night, and the flower crown is untidy. .
The golden steps on the temples are shaking, the jade quilt is cold, and the two places are nowhere to be seen. The clouds linger in the Sword Pavilion on July 7.
In the Zhaoyang Palace, there is overwhelming love. A branch of pear blossom brings rain in the spring. It rises to heaven and earth to pray for it. It reproduces the reality of real life. Once chosen by the king, there are many fairies among them. The holy master is in love day and night, but there is no jade. At the place where Yan Kong died, the sound of fairy music was heard everywhere, and the sound of broken bells was heard in the night rain. The pink and black in the six palaces were colorless, and three thousand people loved him, so he taught the alchemists to look for them with deep affection, and the hot spring water washed away the fat. p>
The spring night is short and the sun is rising, just like the colorful clothes and feathers dancing. I heard that the emperor of the Han Dynasty traveled all night from spring, and the flags were dark and the sun was thin.
All the sisters and brothers were lined up. Earth, pearls and foils spread across the silver screen. How can I not shed tears? (The flowers are about to bloom.
Look back and look down at the world.
4. Ancient times. Narrative and lyrical verses
Lyrical poem "Jinse" - Tang Dynasty Li Shangyin's fifty-stringed brocade string, each string and column thinking about the past
Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies and looked at them. The emperor's spring heart is full of cuckoos. The moon in the sea is full of tears, and the warm sun in the blue field is full of smoke.
This feeling can be remembered for thousands of years, but it was already lost in "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems" - Qing Dynasty Gong Zizhen's majestic separation and sorrow. The sun sets, and the whip points to the east.
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. "The autumn wind is clear, and the autumn moon is bright." p> The fallen leaves are gathered and scattered, and the jackdaws are frightened again. I know when we will see each other, but it is embarrassing at this time.
The narrative poem "Shihao Official" - Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty threw himself into Shihao Village. The old man walked over the wall at night, and the old woman went out to watch.
Why was the official shouting, and the woman was crying. After listening to the woman's speech, the three men guarded the city. One man arrived with a letter, and two men died in the battle. The surviving ones are still alive, but the deceased is dead.
There is no one in the room, except for the grandson.
My granddaughter is still here, so she goes in and out without undressing.
Although the old woman's strength is failing, please return from the official position at night. In case of emergency in Heyang, you still have to prepare morning meals.
The sound of words fell silent for a long time, just like crying and swallowing. I will go to the future in the morning and say goodbye to the old man alone.
"Mulan Ci" - Northern and Southern Dynasties Chirping comes back to chirping, Mulan is weaved in every household. I didn't hear the sound of the crowbar, I could only hear the woman sighing.
Ask your daughter what she is thinking about, and ask her what she is remembering. The woman has nothing to think about, and the woman has nothing to remember.
I saw the military post last night. The Khan ordered his troops. There are twelve volumes of military books, each with his name on it. My grandfather has no eldest son, and Mulan has no elder brother. She is willing to saddle the horse for the city, and from now on, she will fight for my grandfather.
Buy horses in the east market, saddles and shackles in the west market, bridles in the south market, and long whips in the north market. I bid farewell to my parents at dawn and stayed by the Yellow River in the evening.
I don’t hear the mother-in-law’s voice calling the girl, but I can hear the sound and splashing of the Yellow River. Leave the Yellow River at dawn and reach the top of Black Mountain at dusk.
I don’t hear my mother-in-law’s voice calling her, but I hear the chirping voice of the wild horse from Yanshan Mountain. Thousands of miles to go to war, pass the mountain as if flying.
The new energy spreads to the golden watch, and the cold light shines on the iron clothes. A general will die in a hundred battles, and a strong man will return after ten years.
Return to see the emperor, who is sitting in the bright hall. Twelve rounds of Ce Xun will reward hundreds of strong men.
The Khan asked what he wanted, and Mulan didn't need a minister. She was willing to travel thousands of miles to send her son back to her hometown. When the mother-in-law heard that her daughter was coming, she came out to help the general.
When my sister heard that my sister was coming, she took care of her makeup. When the younger brother heard that his elder sister was coming, he sharpened his knife and pointed it at the pigs and sheep.
Open the door of my east pavilion and sit on my bed in the west pavilion. Take off my war robe and put on my old clothes.
When you are looking at the window, you are arranging your hair, and when you are facing the mirror, you are applying yellow flowers. When I went out to see my friends, they were all frightened and busy.
We have been together for twelve years, but we didn’t know Mulan was a girl. The male rabbit's feet are confused and the female rabbit's eyes are blurred.
Two rabbits are walking next to each other, and they can tell whether I am male or female. "The Charcoal Seller" - Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty The charcoal seller cut down firewood to burn charcoal in the southern mountains.
His face was dusty and smoky, his temples were gray and his fingers were black. Where do you make money from selling charcoal? The clothes on your body and the food in your mouth.
Poor, I am wearing only plain clothes, and I am worried that the weather will be cold. There is a foot of snow outside the city at night, and at dawn the charcoal cart is rolling over the ice tracks.
The cows were trapped and the people were hungry. The sun was getting high and they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city. Who is Pian Pian riding here? The messenger in yellow is in white.
Holding the document in his hand and pronouncing the edict orally, he returned to the carriage and shouted at the oxen to lead them north. A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and officials and envoys will not be able to get it.
Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk are tied directly to the cow's head and filled with charcoal. Farewell Poem "Farewell to Dong Da" - Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty The yellow clouds thousands of miles away are white and the sun is shining, and the north wind is blowing the wild geese and snow.
Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you. "Farewell to the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty in Anxi (a song from Weicheng)" - Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new.
I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou" ——Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look out to the Five Tianjins.
I want to say goodbye to you, both are eunuchs. We know each other in the sea, and we are close to each other in the world.
If you do nothing, you will go astray, and your children will be in trouble. Homesickness Poem "Mooring Boats on Guazhou" - Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty. Jingkou Guazhou is separated by water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" - Tang Dynasty Li Bai The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
"Miscellaneous Poems" - Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? Landscape Pastoral Poetry "Passing Through My Old Friend's Village" - Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty My old friend invited me to Tian's house with chicken and millet.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" - Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. "Drinking" No. 5 - Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty The house is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses.
How can you do this? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain.
The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
Nostalgic Poetry (Epic Ode) "Red Cliff" - Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. The broken halberd sinks in the sand and the iron is not sold, but it will be recognized by the past. Dongfeng did not agree with Zhou Lang, and Tongquechun sold well to Erqiao.
"Quequatrains" - Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty He was a hero in life and a hero in death. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
"Passing the Huaqing Palace" - Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty Looking back at Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery, and thousands of doors are opened one after another on the top of the mountain. Riding on the red dust concubine smiled, no one knew it was lychee.
Poem of Ode to Objects "Ode to Lime" - Yu Qian of the Ming Dynasty Thousands of hammers were struck out of the mountains, and the fire burned as if nothing happened. No matter if your body is broken into pieces, your innocence will remain in this world.
"Inscription on Bamboo and Stone" - Zheng Xie of the Qing Dynasty. He insists on not letting go of the green mountains, and the roots are still in the broken rocks. It has endured countless blows and is still strong, no matter how windy it is, whether it is east, west, north or south.
"Ink Plum Blossom" Part 3 - Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty The trees beside the inkstone washing pond at my house have blooming flowers with faint ink marks. Don't let anyone praise you for the good color, just leave the pure air to fill the universe.
I hope it can help you and I hope you will adopt it.
5. Three descriptive narrative poems
Passing through my old friend’s village
Meng Haoran
My old friend invited me to Tian’s house with chicken and millet.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
I heard that the army was taking back Henan and Hebei.
Suddenly it was heard outside the sword that they were taking over Jibei. When I first heard about it, my clothes were filled with tears.
But seeing where his wife was worried, she filled the book with poetry and she was filled with joy.
During the day, you have to sing and drink, and you can return home with your youth.
That is to say, it passes through Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge and then goes down to Xiangyang to Luoyang.
"Travel to the East Gate"
Going out of the East Gate, not caring about returning;
Coming to the door, feeling sad;
Full of nothingness Dou rice is stored, but there is no hanging clothes on the rack. < /p>
I used Cang Lang Tian, ????but this is not the case now! ”
“Hey! It’s too late for me to go!” < /p>
6. Ancient poems about narrative
1. "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" The moonlight shines brightly in front of Li Bai's bed in Tang Dynasty, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. 2. "Passing an Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. 3. "I heard that the army was taking over Henan and Hebei" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. Suddenly it was heard outside the sword that they were taking over Jibei. When I first heard about it, my clothes were filled with tears.
But seeing where his wife was worried, she filled the book with poetry and she was filled with joy. To sing during the day, you need to indulge in alcohol. Youth is a good companion for returning home.
That is to say, it passes through Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge and then goes down to Xiangyang towards Luoyang. 4. "Early Departure from Baidi City" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty Baidi's farewell speech was among the colorful clouds, and the thousands of miles to Jiangling were returned in one day.
The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. 5. "Qingming" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. 6. "Autumn Song" There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes.
The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love. When will the Hu barbarians be pacified and the good men stop their expedition? 7. "Winter Song" In the Ming Dynasty, the post envoys sent out their robes all night long.
It’s cold to draw a needle with bare hands, but it’s worth a pair of scissors. Tailor sent a long way, how many days will it take to arrive in Lintao? 8. "Yin Yu" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The mist is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.
The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is more cloudy at dawn. Looking at the tower, clouds cover my eyes, and my heart is homesick with raindrops.
How can we comfort Youdu? I rely on this North Window Qin. 9. "Cold Food in Guests" by Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty. Cold food during the trip brings tears of homesickness.
The music and books are broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain is in the spring. There is no reason to want to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting.
There are so many people outing outside the countryside. 10. "Autumn Thoughts on the Bank of the River" by Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty Driving horses along the river, homesickness arises every step of the way.
Raise the whip to wave the willow color, and lose the sound of cicadas. Autumn crops are bounded by long roads, and cold clouds surround the ancient city.
When the family is poor and prosperous, they have no land to farm.
7. Several ancient narrative poems
The famous narrative poems in Chinese classical poetry include "Poetry of Mulan", "Peacock Flying Southeast", "Long Song Xing", "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", "Pipa" "Xing", "Lianchang Palace Ci", etc.
Midnight Wu Song
Li Bai, Tang Dynasty
Autumn Song
There is a moon in Chang'an, and the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes.
The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love.
When will the Hu barbarians be defeated and the good men stop going on an expedition?
Winter Song
In the Ming Dynasty, the post envoys sent out their clothes and collected robes all night long.
My bare hands are as cold as a pair of scissors.
How many days will it take for the tailor to arrive in Lintao?
Thoughts on a Quiet Night
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
There was a bright moonlight in front of the bed,
It was suspected to be frost on the ground.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon,
Lower your head and think about your hometown.
Rainy
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The mist is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.
The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is more cloudy at dawn.
Looking at the tower, the clouds cover my eyes, and my heart is homesick with raindrops.
How can we comfort Youdu? I rely on this North Window Qin.
Cold food in the guest
Tang Lizhong
Cold food during the trip, homesickness and tears of wet wipes.
The music and books are broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain is in the spring.
There is no reason for wanting to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting.
There are so many people outing outside the countryside.
Autumn Thoughts on the Bank of the River
Tang Du Xunhe
Driving horses along the river, homesickness arises step by step.
Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and the sound of cicadas will be lost.
Autumn crops are bounded by long roads, and cold clouds surround the ancient city.
When the family is poor and prosperous, they have no land to farm.
Sending friends off to the south on the river
Zhang Qiao of the Tang Dynasty
Wherever nostalgia accumulates, chaos gathers at the end of the world.
The shore is long and the people are swimming in the evening, and the lake is wide and the sails are sailing in autumn.
Buy wine and pass the fishing house, divide the lamp and fishing boat.
When Xiaoxiang sees wild geese coming, he should think of traveling alone.
8. Looking for narratives related to poems
Chatting with Wang Bo (Background: On a certain day of a certain year and month in the 21st century, a scientist finally invented a machine that can travel through time and space. Videophone, an admirer of Wang Bo was fortunate enough to be the first trial user. The call was connected... The following is a reporter's retelling record) Is this Mr. Wang Bo? "That's right. May I ask you?" "I am a person from the future, and I want to get to know you through traveling through time and space. Your work "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" has been passed down through the ages. In addition, there is a sentence in "Send Off to Du Shaofu for Appointment in Shuzhou": "There are close friends in the sea, and the world is as close as our neighbor" It is even more popular. Can you first introduce to us how you wrote the work "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng"? " "Okay. Alas! It’s a long story: Actually, I was about to visit my father at that time. When passing by Nanchang, I caught up with Governor Yan Boyu and successfully built the Tengwang Pavilion. On the Double Ninth Festival, he hosted a banquet for guests in Tengwang Pavilion. So I went to meet the enthusiastic Governor Yan. I was invited to a banquet. The purpose of this banquet was to show off the talents of his son-in-law, Meng Xueshei. He asked his son-in-law to prepare a preface in advance and write it impromptu for everyone to read during the banquet. At the banquet, Governor Yan asked He took out paper and pen and pretended to invite everyone to write a preface for this grand event. Everyone knew his intention, so they all declined to write. However, I was a young man in my twenties at the time, and I didn't know how to decline. Instead, I took the paper and pen, Writing in public, he did not notice that Governor Yan was already unhappy." "Then when you wrote "Send off Du Shaofu to Shuzhou" and wrote, "There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors as far away as the world", what was going on in your heart? What do you think? Why do you write this? "...Actually, I don't know very well, because friends want to be together no matter how far apart they are. At that time, my heart was full of reluctance and encouragement for my friends, so I wrote this poem." "Someone said. You're trying to comfort yourself, right? "I don't think so. At that time, I just expressed my feelings of farewell to my friends very naturally, and didn't think about myself." "So what do you think of friends and confidants?" "As long as people understand each other and have sincere friendship, no matter how far apart they are, they can feel as close as if they were right next to them." So what's the point of others calling you, Yang Jiong, Lu Zhaolin and Luo Binwang collectively the Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty? What do you think?" "I..." (Due to the instability of the signal, the communication was forced to terminate, but everyone seemed to be satisfied. The lucky trial user said afterwards: "As long as we understand each other, we have a sincere friendship. No matter how far apart we are, we can still feel as close as if we were right next to each other. I believe that this kind of friendship is everywhere, and I firmly believe that a world with this kind of friendship will always be beautiful!”