Yan Wen
Don Wei Wu Ying
Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.
Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
Chihe
Tang Bai Juyi
There is no companion in front of the bamboo cage, and there is a weather vane in the chickens.
At first, I bowed my head, fearing that cinnabar would fall, and hanging my wings often suspected that the snow would disappear.
When it comes to the color of cormorants, I think the voice of parrots is very charming.
What do you think when the wind blows? Looking forward to the clouds and water in Qingtian.
Welcome to Little Swallow
Song Ge Tian Min
Spring in March, ordinary people.
In order to welcome the new year, the old curtains are not covered.
The wings were wet with light rain, and the smell of mud bloomed.
The nest grew into a chick and stayed with it for many years.
2. Three poems and songs
Shu Yun, a farewell school book in Xielou, Xuanzhou.
Tang Libai
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
It hurts my heart even more today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Translation:
It is inevitable to leave my yesterday, and today, which disturbs my mood, makes me extremely worried. In the face of this scene, Wan blew the swan geese returning to the south, and they could climb the tall buildings and have a good drink. Your article is as profound as the immortal prose stored in Penglai Palace, and also has the character of Jian 'an literature. And my poetic style is as fresh and beautiful as Xie Tiao's, elegant and bold. We are all full of lofty sentiments and exultation, and our jumping thoughts are like flying high in the blue sky to pick the bright moon. However, whenever I think about the opportunities in life, I worry. It's like drawing a treasure knife to cut running water. Instead of being cut off, the current is more fierce. I raised my glass and drank heavily. I wanted to drown my sorrows in wine, but I was even more worried. Ah! Life is so unhappy in this world, it is better to let me wander freely in the rivers and lakes in a boat tomorrow.
Fisherman's pride
Song Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Translation:
The border scenery in autumn is completely different, and the geese flying to Hengyang have no nostalgia. Sad voices from all directions sounded with the horn. In the mountains, the long smoke goes straight into the sunset, and the isolated city is closed.
Drinking a cup of old wine and missing my hometown thousands of miles away, Ran Yan has not carved Pinghu Gong, and his return is unpredictable. The flute of Qiang people is melodious, and first frost is everywhere. The recruiter can't sleep, the general's hair is gray, and the soldiers are crying.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Ma Yuan Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
3. Two ancient poems
See you at the first meal in Yangzhou.
Yuxi Liu Tang
Bashan Chuhe River is desolate, giving up on itself for 23 years.
Nostalgia sings Defoe, and going to hometown is like rotten ke.
By the sinking ship, Qian Fan passed by, in front of the sick tree, Wan Muchun.
Listen to your song today, temporarily.
Translation:
I spent twenty-three years in the desolate places of Bashan and Chushui.
Missing an old friend, reciting Xiao Fu in vain, and returning home for a long time is not the past.
Next to the sunken ship, there is a passing Qian Fan, but before the diseased tree, there is a struggle in spring.
After listening to the poem you recited to me today, I can cheer up with this wine for the time being.
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Don
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Translation:
When we are apart, seeing each other is as difficult as being apart. Parting in early spring is like the exhaustion of the east wind and the withering of flowers. It was not until the silkworm died that it spit out all the silk. The red candle burned out and the tears dried up. Get up early and dress up in front of the mirror, lest it change color like a cloud. At night, when you sing a poem, you will feel that the moonlight is cold.
Penglai fairyland is not far from here, diligent bluebird messenger, please explore the road for me.
4. Four ancient poems chanting leaves
"peers have not opened begonia"
Jinyuan is curious.
Layers of leaves grow between the new branches of begonia, and the little buds hidden in them glow a little red.
Be sure to cherish your heart, don't bloom easily, let the peach blossom fan of spring breeze bloom in spring!
The name of hongye
Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty
Why did Ah Shui leave in such a hurry, but he was so leisurely all day in the palace?
I bid farewell to the red leaves and left this beautiful place for the freedom house.
In the mountains.
Don
The sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return.
The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly.
Early spring in the east of the city
Don Juyuan Yang
Poet Jing Qing celebrated the Spring Festival,
The green willows and yellow are half jagged.
If the forest is full of flowers,
Everyone who goes out is a flower watcher.
5. Two ancient poems
A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.
Don
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
On Poetry
Kiyoichi
The poems of Li Bai and Du Fu have been read by thousands of people, and it is nothing new to read them now.
There are many talented people all over the country, and their poems and popularity will last for hundreds of years. If you are satisfied, please adopt it.