Two-word poetry is said to be the oldest poetry.
Play this song
Broken bamboo, continued bamboo;
Fly over the earth and drive away.
Note: hair (softness): the word "softness" was used in ancient times.
"Break the bamboo and continue the bamboo, fly the soil and eat meat."
A two-character ancient poem "Playing Song" in the pre-Qin period. Chop bamboo, make slingshots, and hit prey with slingshots. This poem expresses the intelligence of ancient working people in concise language and truly reflects the hunting life in primitive times.
An ancient poem with a two-word title.
"Tomb-Sweeping Day" (Du Mu) During the Qingming Festival, it rained in succession, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
"Spring Day" (Zhu) wins the day to find the fragrance of the water and the shore, and the scenery is endless. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
"Plum Blossom" (Northern Song Dynasty. There are some plums in the corner, and hanling is alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Jiang Xue (Liu Zongyuan) There are no birds in the hundreds of mountains and no footprints in the thousands of paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
"Village Residence" (Gao Ding) The grass grows long and the warbler flies in February. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Mo Mei (Wang Mian) The first tree in my family, Xiyan Lake, is covered with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
What I See (Yuan Mei) The shepherd boy rides an ox and sings loudly. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
"The Day in January" (Wang Anshi) was firecrackers, and the spring breeze came from send warm to Tu Su. The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
"Shi Zi" (Lu You) dies, knowing that everything is empty, but not seeing Kyushu sadly. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
"Yong Liu" (He) Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of green silk tapestries hang down. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like a pair of scissors.
"Spring Dawn" (Meng Haoran) This morning in spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken?
"Xiaochi" (Yang Wanli) The spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the sunny and soft. As soon as Xiao-He showed his sharp horns, the dragonfly had already stood on his head.
The Mountain Walk (Du Mu) is far from Hanshan Stone Path, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Bamboo Stone (Zheng Xie) insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are broken. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Sympathy for Farmers (Li Shen) ① When weeding at noon, sweat dripped into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
(2) If you plant a millet in spring, you can harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
Chai Lu (Wang Wei) There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Hope of Spring (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.
Out of the fortress (Wang Changling)
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
Jueju (Du Fu)
"Two orioles sing green willows, egrets sky-high." Outside my window is the snowy Western Hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the ships going east. The mountains and rivers are bathed in spring, how beautiful it is, and the flowers are fragrant. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.