There are more classics by Qu Yuan, Liang Qichao and Li Bai
Shejiang
I am so fond of this strange dress that I am old but not old. Lu Lixi wears a long hairpin, Cui Wei wears a crown and cuts the clouds. Wearing Baolu by the bright moon. The world is turbid and there is no one who knows it. I am so high-spirited that I ignore it. Riding the green Qiu and riding the white Chi, I traveled to the Yao Garden with Chonghua. Climb Kunlun and eat jade flowers, live as long as heaven and earth, and shine as brightly as the sun and moon. I feel sorry for the southern barbarians, but I don’t know. I will help Jiangxiang in the future.
I am riding in Ezhu and looking back, alas, in the mood of autumn and winter, there are still horses walking along the mountain and Gao, and there are still cars in the mansion and the forest. I took a boat to Yuanxi, and Qi Wu was on the list to defeat them. The boat is as large as it can be, but it doesn't move in. It's flooded with water and is stagnant.
Going to Zhuxi in the morning is in vain, and staying in the sun at night. Gou Yu's heart is straight and upright, so it won't hurt him even if he is far away.
Mountain Ghost
Suppose someone comes to the mountains and is surrounded by flowers and flowers. It's easy to smile at the same time, and I admire you for being so graceful and graceful. Riding on a red leopard, we followed Wenli, and Xinyi's chariot came to form a laurel flag. Being led by Shi Lanxi, Du Heng was taken away, and his thoughts were left behind by the fragrant and fragrant flowers. The rest of the place is dark and dark, and the sky is nowhere to be seen, and the road is dangerous and difficult, so I have to come later. The appearance is independent on the mountain, and the clouds are below. The sky is dim and the day is dark, and the east wind is carrying the rain of gods. If you stay in spiritual cultivation, you will forget to return home. When the age is over, who will be the most beautiful one? The three beauties are gathered in the mountains, and the stones are Leile and Gemanman. I resent the young master and forget to return home. You miss me and have no time to spare. The people in the mountains are fragrant, and they drink from stone springs shaded by pines and cypresses. You think of me, but you are suspicious. Thunder fills the rain, and squid chirps again at night. The wind is rustling and the trees are rustling. I miss the young master but I am worried about leaving.
National mourning
I am wearing rhinoceros armor when fighting with my sword, and I am fighting in close combat with the wrong hub of my chariot. The sun is blocked by the sun, and the enemy is like a cloud, and the arrows are falling on the ground, fighting for the lead. Ling Yu formation is still walking, and the left side is wounded by the right blade. Two wheels of haze come to feed four horses, and jade canals come to support and the drums are beaten. The sky is full of anger, and the powerful spirit is so angry that it kills everyone and abandons the wilderness. If you can't go in or out, you can't go back. The plains are suddenly too far. Carrying a long sword and carrying Qin's bow, his head and body are separated and his heart is not punished. Sincerity is both brave and martial, and ultimately strong and invincible. When the body is dead, the spirit becomes the spirit, and the soul becomes the ghost hero.
Dong Jun
Tun will come out of the east, and the fusang will shine on my threshold. Fuyu's horse is driving safely, and the night is bright and clear. Riding on a dragon and riding on thunder, carrying a cloud flag and riding on a snake. I have been resting for a long time and I am about to go up. My heart is low and I care about my heart. The sounds and colors of the Qiang are so entertaining that the spectators are made to feel depressed and forget to return home. The harp is played with the drums, and the flute is played with the Yao Ya. The chi is singing and the yu is being played, and the spirit of thinking is protecting the virtuous girl. The feathers are flying over the green once, and the poems are dancing. In response to the law, it is in harmony with the festival, and when the spirit comes, it blocks the sun. The blue clouds are dressed in white neon clothes, and the long arrow is raised to shoot at the wolf. If you have trouble with Yu Hu, you will fall. If you aid Beidou, you will drink Guangxi juice. I wrote that the bridle is high and flying high, and it is traveling eastward in the dark.
Young China Talk
The Japanese also call us China. One is called the Big Empire, and the other is the Big Empire. This is a language that is a translation of the words of Europeans and Westerners. Alas! Is it true that I am the boss in China? Liang Qichao said: Evil! What to say! What to say! There is a young China in my heart.
If you want to talk about the old and young of the country, please first talk about the old and young of the people. Old people often think about the past, young people often think about the future. Thinking only about the past creates nostalgia; thinking only about the future creates hope. It’s just nostalgia, so it’s conservative; it’s just hope, so it’s aggressive. It is only conservative, so it will remain the same forever; it is only progressive, so it is new day by day. Just thinking about the past, everything is as it has been, so I know that it is the same as usual; thinking about the future, everything is as it has been, so I always dare to make exceptions. Old people often worry a lot, while young people often like to have fun. If you are worried too much, you will be discouraged; if you are happy, you will be energetic. If you are discouraged, you will be cowardly; if you are energetic, you will be heroic. But he is cowardly, so he remains contented; but he is heroic, so he takes risks. Only by being idle can we destroy the world; only by taking risks can we create the world. Old people are often tired of things, young people are often happy with things. But he is tired of things, so he always feels that there is nothing he can do; he is just a good thing, so he always feels that there is nothing he cannot do. Old people are like the sunset, young people are like the rising sun. The old are like barren cattle, and the young are like suckling tigers. This is probably because the personalities of old people and young people are different. Liang Qichao said: It is inherent in people, and it is appropriate for the country.
Those who create today’s big China are the unjust karma of China’s old age; those who create the young China of the future are also the responsibility of China’s young people. What's the point of that old and decayed person? The day for him to say goodbye to this world is not far away, but I, a young man, am new and have a relationship with this world. If the young people in the whole country become young people, then our country will be the country of the future, and its progress will be immeasurable. If the young people in the whole country can also become the boss, then our country will be a country of the past, and its collapse can be waited for. Therefore, the responsibility today does not lie with others, but with my young man. If young people are wise, the country will be wise; if young people are rich, the country will be rich; if young people are strong, the country will be strong; if young people are independent, the country will be independent; if young people are free, the country will be free; if young people make progress, the country will progress; if young people are better than Europe, the country will be better than Europe; if young people are strong on the earth, then the country will be better than Europe. The country is proud of the earth. When the red sun rises, its path shines brightly. The river flows out and flows into the ocean. The hidden dragon soared into the abyss, its scales and claws flying. The tiger roars in the valley, and all the beasts are frightened. The falcon tests its wings, and the wind and dust spread. The first birth of a strange flower is so beautiful. The cadres have hair and their awns are shining. The sky wears its green color, and the earth wears its yellow color. Even though there are thousands of years, there are eight desolations. The future is like an ocean and the days ahead are long. How beautiful that my young China never grows old like the sky! How great is my Chinese youth, who has no borders with my country!
This is Young China, written by Liang Qichao. It is very classic. The full text is too long, so I found a few paragraphs that are very heroic. This is an ancient text.
If you want to write poems, you can use Li Bai’s poems, there are many.
Will enter the wine
If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, and it will never return to the sea. .
Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent.
It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking.
A song with you, please listen to me.
The bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.
Since ancient times, all the sages and sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.
In the old days, King Chen used to have banquets, fights and banquets.
What does the master mean when you have less money? It is up to you to sell it.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and we will sell the eternal sorrow with you.
The Road to Yuefu·Shu is Difficult
Hey, how dangerous it is!
The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky!
With silkworms and yufu, how confused was the founding of the country!
You are forty-eight thousand years old, and you are not in the vicinity of Qin Sai.
There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei.
The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the stone stacks of the ladder to the sky were connected.
On the top there is the high mark of six dragons returning to the sun, and on the bottom there is the rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan.
The yellow crane cannot fly past, and the ape clings to it to overcome its sorrow.
There is a lot of green mud, and there are nine twists and turns in the mountains with a hundred steps.
Mon went to the Lijing Well and raised his head and breathed. He sat with his hands on his back and sighed.
When will you return from your journey to the west? Afraid of the unreachable rocks.
But I saw the mourning bird calling the ancient trees, the male flying around the forest from the female.
I also heard Zigui crying about the moon at night, worrying about the empty mountains.
The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky, which makes people wither their beauty.
The sky is not full even when the peaks are gone, and withered pines hang upside down against the cliffs.
The turbulent waterfalls are noisy, and the cliffs turn into rocks and thousands of valleys are thundered.
The danger is just like this. People who have traveled far away have come here for no reason.
The sword pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei. One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it.
The relatives who were guarded or kidnapped turned into wolves and jackals.
Avoid tigers in the morning and snakes at night.
Grind teeth and suck blood, killing people like numbness.
Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early.
The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky. I turned sideways and looked to the west and sighed.
Qigu·Sleepwalking Tianmu chants and leaves behind
Haike talks about Yingzhou, the smoke and waves are dim and it is hard to find a letter.
The Yue people are talking about Tianmu, and the clouds are bright and extinguished or can be seen.
Tianmu stretches the sky towards the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng.
The rooftop is 48,000 feet tall, so it tilts southeast.
I want to dream of Wu Yue, and fly across the Jinghu Lake in the moonlight overnight.
The moon over the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River.
Xie Gong’s residence is still there today, and the Lu River is rippling and the apes are singing.
Wearing Xie Gong's clogs, we climbed the Qingyun Ladder.
You can see the sea and the sun from half of the wall, and you can hear chickens in the sky.
Thousands of rocks have endless twists and turns, and the path is uncertain, and the lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim.
Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and chestnut trees in deep forests are shocking to the top.
The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is sluggish with smoke.
Thunderbolts struck, and hills collapsed. The cave sky stone fan opens suddenly.
The vast blue sky has no bottom, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform.
Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of clouds come and go one after another.
The tiger, the drum, the harp, the luan, come back to the car, and the immortals are lined up like hemp.
Suddenly, the soul palpitates and the soul moves, and suddenly starts to sigh.
Only when I sleep on my pillow, I lose the ever-present haze.
The same is true for pleasure in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastwards.
When will you return when you leave? Let me leave the white deer among the green cliffs.
I will ride to visit famous mountains when I have to go. An Neng can destroy his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy.