Passing through the ancient city of Luoyang
Poet: Cui Tu, The Complete Tang Poetry Library—Volume 679
In the imperial capital of the 30th century, depression was the overlord. The walls are all broken, and the remains are gradually gone.
Wild paths lead to deserted gardens, and tall locust trees reflect distant thoroughfares. The person who sings alone does not ask, but he is silent and silent.
"Crossing the Ancient City of Luoyang" by Sima Guang, a historian of the Northern Song Dynasty
Sihe mountains are surrounded by green mountains, and the three rivers and rivers are clear.
The spring breeze does not recognize the ups and downs, and the color of grass fills the old city every year.
The mist is sad, the rain is whistling, and the wind is coming, the palace is decorated with hairpins and the old imperial city.
If you want to ask about the prosperity and failure of ancient and modern times, please just look at Luoyang City.
Sheep on the hillside·Tong cares about ancient times
The peaks and mountains are like gatherings, the waves are like angry waves, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road inside and outside. Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant and sad. Wherever the Qin and Han Dynasties passed, all the palaces and palaces were turned into dirt. When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer!
Under the clear river water of Yugu Terrace, many passersby shed tears in the middle.
Looking northwest to Chang'an, one can see countless mountains.
The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all.
Jiang Wan was worried about me, and I heard partridges deep in the mountains. ——Xin Qiji's "Bodhisattva Man·Book on the Ostomy Wall of Jiangxi"
"The Book of Songs·Wang Feng·Millet Lili" The Book of Songs
That millet Lili is the seedling of that country. The pace is slow and timid, and the center is shaking.
Those who know me tell me that I am worried; those who don’t know me tell me what I want. Long sky, who is this?
The millet is separated, and the ears of the grain are separated. Walking forward with great strides, the center is like intoxication.
Those who know me tell me that I am worried; those who don’t know me tell me what I want. Long sky, who is this?
That millet is separated, that is the reality of the grain. The walking is so slow and timid, the center is like choking.
Those who know me tell me that I am worried; those who don’t know me tell me what I want. Long sky, who is this?
This article of "Wang Feng·Mu Li" is selected from "Wang Feng" in "The Book of Songs". "Wang" refers to the royal capital. After King Ping of Zhou moved the capital to Luoyi, the royal family declined, and the emperor became the same as the princes of other countries. The poetry produced in this place is called "Wang Feng". "Wang Feng" has many chaotic works, especially the poem "Millet", which has always been regarded as a representative work of mourning for the motherland. However, it is difficult to tell from the poem alone that it is a Zhou doctor who is sentimental about the fall of the Western Zhou Dynasty. Instead, we can see a wandering man. The image of the prodigal son and his angry cry due to his displacement are heard.