Ancient poems of 165-170 words:
1. "Pipa Xing"
Tang Dynasty: Niu Shu
Who got it? A piece of wood, three feet of spring ice and five feet of music.
One bullet broke through the pearl sac, and the sound of golden disks bursting out was intermittent.
It is fluttering and cold, and insects are coming out to sting, and ghosts and ghosts are frightened.
Qiu Hong calls his lover, the clouds are dark, and the orangutan cries at night, the moon is bright.
The sound of 潏潏gurgle is uncertain, and Hu Chu has not learned Chinese correctly.
Just like during the lunar eclipse in Chang'an, the whole city was filled with the sound of drums.
The flying green mountains do not suppress anything, and the wild water flows to wet people.
Remembering Empress Chen sadly, she danced half-heartedly in the Spring Palace.
The orioles are calling each other with a hundred tongues, and the jade trees in the backyard are filled with flowers and rain.
The place where the second concubine cried was full of mountains, and the clouds behind the second concubine disappeared.
In the deep night, frost and dew lock the empty temple, with scattered clumps of mottled bamboos scattered in the wind.
The grass in Jingu Garden is first green, and Shi Chongyi is pondering the return song.
At that time, there were twenty-four friends, holding the golden cup in hand and not hearing enough.
2. "Song of Everlasting Regret"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The emperor of the Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, and he could not get it for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure time for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, poor and glorious.
3. "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ruoxu
The tide of the Spring River reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
The waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river!
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet;
The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.
The river and the sky are completely dust-free, and there is only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and the moon and river look alike every year. ?
I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow.
Who is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower?
The poor moon wanders upstairs, it should be seen away from the makeup mirror.
The jade door curtain cannot be rolled up, and it will come back when it is smashed and brushed on the anvil.
At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
4. "Seven Quatrains of Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
I am annoyed by the flowers on the river, and there is nowhere to tell me but I am mad.
Walking around to find a drinking companion from my neighbor in the south, spending ten days drinking alone in an empty bed.
The dense flowers and stamens are afraid of the riverside, and walking in danger is really afraid of spring. ?
Poetry and wine are still enough, and there is no need to take care of the white-headed man.
The river is deep and the bamboos are quiet for two or three houses, and the busy red flowers reflect the white flowers.
To repay the spring sunshine, you should send good wine to your life.
Looking east, Shaocheng is full of flowers, and the tall buildings with hundreds of flowers are even more pitiful.
Who can open the golden cup with wine and summon the beautiful women to dance and embroider the banquet?
In front of Huangshi Pagoda, the river is east, and the spring scenery is lazy and leaning on the breeze.
A cluster of peach blossoms blooms without an owner. Love the deep red and the light red?
Huang Si’s parents’ house is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging down the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
It’s not that you want to die because you love flowers, but you’re just afraid that they’ll run out and grow old.
Many branches are easy to fall off one after another, and the young stamens are open carefully.
5. "Ode to the Burial of Flowers"
Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin
When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity them when the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears?
The soft hairspring is tied to the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of melancholy and unable to find relief.
Peel the flowers out of the embroidered curtain with your hands, and bear to step on the fallen flowers back and forth.
The willow silk and elm pods will bloom from time to time, regardless of the peach blossoms and Li Fei;
The peaches and plums will bloom again next year. Who will be in the boudoir next year?
The incense nest has been built in March, the swallows in the beams are so ruthless!
Although I can peck at the flowers next year, I won’t be able to leave my nest empty.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword are facing each other;
How long can the bright and beautiful beauty last, it is hard to find it once it is wandering.
It is easy to see the flowers when they are in bloom but hard to find them. I am worried about killing the person who buried the flowers in front of the steps.
Leaning alone on the flowers, I shed my tears secretly, and I can see traces of blood on the empty branches.
The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the man with the hoe returns to cover the heavy door;
The green lantern shines on the wall, and the man is sleeping for the first time, while the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm.
What happened to the strange slave? Half pity for spring and half angry for spring.