1. Poems about freehand brushwork
Jiang Chengzi Qin Guan
The willows in Xicheng make spring soft. Move away from worries. The tears are hard to hold back. I still remember how sentimental I was and how I once returned to the boat. What happened that day at Biye Zhuqiao,
No one was seen, the water flowed empty.
Time is not reserved for young people. Hate Yoyo. When will you rest? When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I climb up the stairs. Even the spring river is full of tears,
There is no end to the flow, and there are many sorrows.
Or:
Autumn Wind Ci by Li Bai
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again. We know the day when we meet each other, but we are embarrassed at this time and night;
Entering my lovesickness door, you know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, short lovesickness brings endless ends,
Good morning Knowing that people are so tripped up, why didn’t they know each other before.
China’s Chinese language is really broad and profound, and I love ancient poetry~~ Like it if you like it~ 2. What are some freehand poems
< p> 1. Liu Yelang Yonghua Temple sent Xunyang Qunguan (Li Bai) to say goodbye to Lingyan Tower, where many virtuous men and women sailed.I went to Yonghua Temple in the dark, and I was drunk alone after the guests dispersed. May the rivers of Jiujiang flow together and add tens of thousands of tears.
Why should I come here to send my freehand writing to Luyue? Destiny is hanging in the balance, and I am worried about peace.
2. Freehand brushwork (Li Shangyin) Yanyan geese are far away in the forest, and they are chanting in high autumn when they look across. The road to the world is as dangerous as the Tongjiang River, and the mountains outside the world are only as deep as the jade barrier.
The sun is shining among the flowers, and the clouds are overcast from the city. It’s been three years since I shed tears of homesickness, and I’m afraid I can’t help it even in the new year.
3. Yan Guiliang (Liu Yong) is a brocade tailor with profound meaning. Words are worth their weight in gold.
One time I was playing and another time I was mourning. The intestines become knotted and the breasts are full of tears.
The joy has been gone for a long time, and there is no reason to rely on it, but now. The secret is sent by the returning geese to send fragrant sounds.
Fear of neglect and old-fashioned mentality. 4. Yan Guiliang (Liu Yong) is a brocade tailor with profound meaning.
Words are worth their weight in gold. One time I was playing and another time I was mourning.
The intestines become knotted and the breasts are full of tears. The joy has been gone for a long time, now there is no hope.
The secret message is sent by the wild goose. Fear of neglect and old-fashioned mentality.
5. Two Freehand Poems (Mou Rong) The lonely and desolate hall has a closed door, and there are few traces of clogs on the moss path. The white hair and wild dust are broken, and the green felt is so calm that the guest's heart remains.
There are three pianos in the mountains and flowing water, and a bottle of wine in the bright moon and clear breeze. After getting drunk, I lie down under the forest with my legs bent. I don’t need to talk about honor or disgrace in this life.
Xiao Xiaohua's hair is full of hair, and he greets him tiredly at the far-reaching gate. I rejoice in silence and have no external admiration. I feel pity for myself and know my destiny but do not seek glory.
The leisurely emotions and desires are given by Si Tao Ling. Who can ask Ma Qing when he is sick?
I live in poverty under the forest and live in poverty, even though I am unknown in the city. 3. Freehand ancient poems
1. New Rhythm Wuyi
1. Dongpo Yin
There is no natural danger in the world,
Dajiangdong went and never returned.
Poetry spreads across the north of the Yangtze River,
Painting stretches across the south of the Yangtze River.
A grand and generous spirit,
A generous and benevolent person.
The two often meet each other in dreams,
When they wake up, they are only separated by hundreds of years.
2. Spring Mountain Road Map
Where do you want to find elegant training?
The towering Kunlun Mountains were all shocked and angry.
The Kunpeng bullies the big birds in the wind,
The young swallows compete against each other in the rain.
Today I want to ride on the wind,
Show off my talents to the height of ten thousand people.
Sweeping evil and evil across the world,
A gentleman's hatred for eternity will be wiped out.
3. Seorak Reading Picture
Thousands of sacred books are spread across the world,
I always feel that my heart is very spiritual.
The wild laughter scares away the guests from all over the world,
The angry one heads to Hushan.
Not afraid of the bloody wind and rain,
A heroic song will make everything clear,
How can you travel alone?
Revealing the heaven and earth comforts one’s life. 4. Poems about life
Poppy
Author: Li Yu
When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon.
The carved railings and jade inlays should still be there, but the beauty has changed. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
This poem is just a chant in simple language, lamenting one's life experience and experiences, and telling the sorrow and sorrow of life. Li Yu is at the end of his life and has seen the end of his life. He looks back at the time that has passed like a torrential river. The spring flowers and autumn moon, year after year, the past events of forty years emerge in his mind. The east wind blows in the small building, and the spring scenery is new again, but it is a pity that it is the last time; the moonlight is still there, but it is a pity that it is no longer the home of the past. The spring flowers and autumn moon trigger the infinite hatred and sorrow in the heart.
Shu Ang
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You Genre: Qilu
When I was young, I knew that the world was difficult, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain.
The building boat is crossing Guazhou in the snowy night, and the iron horse is dispersed in the strong autumn wind.
I walled the Great Wall and promised myself that my hair would be empty, but my hair was already faded in the mirror.
If you are a master and show your true name in the world, no one can compare with you for thousands of years.
This poem was written by Lu You in the spring of the 13th year of Chunxi reign of Emperor Xiaozong of the Song Dynasty (1186) when he was living in Shanyin (now Shaoxing County, Zhejiang Province). At this time, he was already a sixty-two-year-old man.
Since he was a child, Lu You has set his ambition to "mount his horse to attack Kuang Hu, and dismount his horse to draw up military documents". He cherished a patriotic heart all his life, looking forward to driving away the gold rulers day and night and regaining the lost territory. However, the Southern Song Dynasty has always regarded maintaining peace and order as its basic national policy. The entire ruling group headed by the emperor has been content with a life of humiliation for a long time and does not want to try to cheer up. Lu You was in such an environment, which made it impossible for him to display his ambitions and realize his ideals throughout his life. At the age of sixty-two, when I was living in my hometown, looking back on my past ambitions and looking at the current reality, I couldn't help but be touched by this poem. Because of this, the poem recounts his heroic spirit in his early years and the heroic deeds of the people's resistance to the Jin Dynasty; at the same time, he laments that in return for his ambition to serve the country, no one in the court could persist in the Northern Expedition and contribute to the country like Zhuge Liang, which makes the poem It is full of desolate and melancholy mood.
Era: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Yu
Title: Happy Meeting
Content:
Lin Hua Thanks Chunhong, it was too hasty. Helplessly, cold rain comes in the morning and wind comes in the evening.
The tears of rouge will make you drunk, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows with hatred, and water grows with the east.
Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks the autumn.
Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce. It's not just the ordinary taste, it's in my heart.
This word embodies the infinite regret of frustration in life in the description of the residual scene of late spring. It is a model of lyrical expression on the spot.
Autumn Evening ①
Du Mu
The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the light and small fans flutter against the flowing fireflies ②.
The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch Altair and Vega ③.
This is a poem about palace resentment. "Silver candle" in the poem refers to white candle. The candlelight is quiet, the furnishings are gorgeous and the atmosphere is dim, highlighting the loneliness of the palace maid. The second sentence, "The small fan of Qing Luo beats the flowing fireflies", which shows that it is autumn and the small fan is no longer a thing to drive away heat, but the palace maid still uses it to beat the flowing fireflies, which shows how bored she is. It was late at night and the night was as cold as water, but the forgotten palace maid still did not fall asleep and looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky for a long time. But all she saw were the morning glory and the weaver.
Nalan Xingde's "Poppy Beauty" -
The corridor is full of lovesickness,
The falling moon becomes a solitary lean.
The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers,
It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
Appreciation: Rong Ruo revisits his old place, independent of the shadow of the flowers and the moon, with ups and downs of his heart. The cloister should be the place where he and his lover often stayed and dated in the past. But today, the bright moon is still there, and the people on the ground are no longer the same. So what if the moonlight is as soft as water? What is wrapped tightly is no longer two people leaning on each other. 5. Looking for a poem with the word "freehand"
Song of Fufeng Heroes (Li Bai)
Luoyang flies to Husha in March, and the people in Luoyang city complain. The running water in Tianjin is full of red blood, and the white bones are like tangles. I also rushed eastward towards the state of Wu, and the road was blocked by floating clouds.
The sun rises in the east and crows crow early, and the gatekeepers sweep away the fallen flowers. The sycamores and willows blow over the golden well,
Come to the home of a wealthy man named Fufeng. Fufeng's powerful men are amazing in the world, and their will and spirit can move mountains.
As a man, you don’t rely on the general’s power, and when you drink, you don’t care about the minister’s period. Carved dishes and fine food are served to the guests,
Wu songs and Zhao dances are played, and the fragrant wind blows. When I first tasted the Six Kingdoms of Chunling, I was happy and freehand as you knew it.
There are three thousand men in each hall. Tomorrow I will tell you who they are. He stroked his long sword and raised his eyebrows,
How could the clear water and white stone be separated? Take off my hat and smile at you. Drink your wine and sing for you.
Before Zhang Liang left the red pine tree, the yellow stone beside the bridge knew my heart.
Liu Yelang Yonghua Temple sent Xunyang Qunguan (Li Bai)
Farewell to Lingyan Tower, many virtuous men were sailing. I went to Yonghua Temple in the dark, and I was drunk alone after the guests dispersed.
I would like to make the Jiujiang River flow and add thousands of tears. I send my freehand writing to Luyue, why should I come here?
My destiny is hanging in the balance, and I am worried about peace. 6. Poems about praising life
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.
(My old friend prepared yellow rice and roast chicken and invited me to his simple Tianjia. Outside the village is a circle of green trees, and on the outskirts are green and sloping hills. Open the window and face the It's a field, drinking wine and chatting about cultivating mulberry and hemp.
Wait until the Double Ninth Festival in September to taste chrysanthemum wine again! )
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields
Tao Yuanming
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A young man who has no sense of vulgarity and a natural love for hills and mountains. I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses. The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall. Warm and distant village, the smoke in the ruins, dogs barking in the deep alleys, roosters crowing on the top of the mulberry trees, the courtyards are dust-free, and the empty rooms have plenty of leisure. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
2
There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust. At that time, in the middle of the ruins, people were walking around wearing grass. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long. The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of frost and sleet, and they are scattered like grass.
Three
Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.
Life
Type: Poetry
Life is too light
Add some salt to condense thoughts
Missing you too much
Add some sugar to lighten up your life
Life is too boring
Add some spicy food to cheer you up
Feeling too sleepy
Add some Zen and calm your mind
5 Poetry cannot be absent from life
No matter how I browse or dabble
There is no poetry in my eyes
No one cares about the teahouse and wine shop
There are no beautiful women and handsome men. People chant
It’s so desolate and desolate
I have no poetry
No matter how I search or develop
There is no poetry in my fields
Opportunities refuse to favor me
Inspiration refuses to visit my humble home
So ignorant and blank
I have no poetry
I have no poetry
So I am no longer happy
Actually
I have no happiness
It does not mean that I have no poetry
It does not mean that I have fallen into worldliness and numbness
Farewell I have a fiery life
There are people who love me and those I love
They are always paying attention and asking me
Live well and live well
Poetry does not refuse tediousness
Firewood, rice, oil and salt soak into your heart
Tang poetry and Song lyrics nourish your heart
You enjoy the fireworks of the world
< p> But you are looking at the brilliant stars with longingYou sharpen your vulgar thoughts
But you are staring at the poetic sentiment
Live well and read well< /p>
A warm life cannot shrink
Read and think carefully
Ordinary life requires you to ignite poetry
< p> 7. Modern poems about life
Life is like a white handkerchief. As long as a circle of elegant lace is added, life will become more flavorful.
Ordinary plus a little special, that is me who is extraordinarily ordinary.
Although there are no traces of my wings in the sky, I have flown.
Just walk over and don’t linger to pick tea flowers to keep, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way.
You smiled slightly and said nothing to me, but I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time.
Man cannot express himself in his history. He struggles to reveal his sharp edges in history.
Maple leaves will turn red only after going through wind and frost, and people will become mature and strong only after going through hardships.
I can't choose the best, the best chooses me.
The dry river bed is not grateful for his past.
Make life as gorgeous as summer flowers and death as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
The mark of death gives value to the coin of life, enabling it to use its life to purchase the real treasure.
1. Listen to a song about the passing of time,
The desolate time whizzes by in your ears.
They stood at the end of the line of sight,
waving goodbye one by one in order of age.
I really want to remember those smiling faces,
but I know that
they
are no match for time.
2.
Hiding at a certain time
Missing the palm prints of a certain period of time
Hiding at a certain place
I miss someone who stands on the way to and from the place I came from
The person who makes me care about you
But
Where are you when I dream about you. . .
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It’s just the flow of water that is ruthless
The passage of time
Just like the lost youth
4.
In memory Fireflies
Always lingering in dreams
Reluctant to leave
That rain in childhood
Washing away the purity Xin'er
No sadness
The footsteps of the years
Flow like a river in a hurry
Never look back