Simple and beautiful ancient poems * *1* * * * * 2 * * * * 3 * * * * 4 * * * * * 5 * * * * 6 * * * 7 * * * Simple and beautiful ancient poems.
1* * There are many trees and many herbs. -Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea
2*** Castle Peak cannot be covered, after all, it flows east. -Xin Qiji's "Bodhisattva Man, Book Jiangxi Mouth Wall"
3*** Beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is covered with bean seedlings. -Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden
4*** Qin sealed the moon, and people did not return on the Long March. -Wang Changling's "Plug"
Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat. -Dai Fugu's "Hot"
6*** Every winter solstice in Hangang, I accompany the shadow in front of the lamp. -Bai Juyi's Homesickness from Winter to Day and Night
* * * Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone"
I don't know the month for 8*** hours, and it's called Bai Yupan. -Li Bai's Gulangyu
9*** There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet.
10*** Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flowed eastward. -Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain
Simple and beautiful ancient poems: handwritten newspaper material II: five-character poems
1, Walking in Late Autumn
Don Cen Can
Tired horse lying in Osaka, sunset Tianjin.
The autumn wind in the mountains blew into the open forest, and the leaves rustled as if someone had entered the forest.
It is raining cold in the boundless sky, and there is no dust on the bluestone road.
Tens of millions of thoughts come to mind in this dusk, and all the voices are sad in this bleak morning.
The chi was barking last night, and Hui had already begun to wither.
Besides, a stranger who travels far away will naturally have a lot of hardships and bitterness.
2. "Hope of Spring"
Don du fu
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.