on a Gate-Tower at Youzhou
Time: Tang Author: Chen Ziang Style: Seven Ancient Categories: Nostalgia
where, before me, are the ages that have gone?, and where, behind me, are the coming generations?.
I think of heaven and earth, without limit, without end, and I am all alone and my tears fall down.
Mount Riqi ascends the mountain
Year: Tang Author: Du Mu genre: Seven laws category: remembering the time
Jiang Hanqiu's shadow geese fly at the beginning, and the guests carry the pot with them.
it's hard to smile at every opening in the world, and chrysanthemums must be inserted in their heads.
but you will be rewarded as drunk as a fiddler, so you don't have to hate the sunset.
it's only been like this all through the ages, so why should Niu Shan stick to his clothes alone?
Autumn stays in Xiangjiang River when it rains
Time: Tang Author: TanYongzhi Style: Seven Laws Category: Journey
Clouds on the river lock the soul of dreams, and the river dances Liu Kun late at night.
autumn wind, Wan Li furong country, thousands of Ficus pumila villages in the dusk rain.
homesickness is unbearable. Citrus pomelo, who cares about the king and grandson when traveling?
fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and the flute goes back to the island gate.
book indignation
Time: Song Author: Lu You genre: Seven Laws
Early years, I knew that the world was difficult, and the Central Plains looked like a mountain in the north.
It snows in Guazhou at night, and the iron horse leaves the customs in the autumn wind.
if you are stuck in the Great Wall, you will be disappointed.
when you start out as a teacher, you can show your true name, but you can't compete for a thousand years.
Jia Sheng
Age: Tang Author: Li Shangyin Style: Seven Wonders
The propaganda room asks for talents and visits ministers, and Jia Sheng's talent is even more incoherent.
it's a pity that the front seats are empty in the middle of the night.
Sufu
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu genre: Qilv
the autumn night is clear and cold in the lakka-trees of this courtyard, I am lying forlorn in the river-town. I watch my guttering candle.
I hear the lonely notes of a bugle sounding through the dark, the moon is in mid-heaven, but there's no one to share it with me.
my messengers are scattered by whirls of rain and sand, it is hard to go.
yet, I who have borne ten years of pitiable existence, find here a perch, a little branch, and am safe for this one night.
Deng Yueyang Tower
Date: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Five Laws
I had always heard of Lake Dongting, and now at last I have climbed to this tower.
with Wu country to the east of me and Chu to the south, I can see heaven and earth endlessly floating.
but no word has reached me from kin or friends, I am old and sick and alone with my boat.
north of this wall there are wars and mountains, and here by the rail how can I help crying?.
Will enter the wine
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai Style: Yuefu
Have you seen how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven and entering the ocean, never to return?
have you seen how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers and though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow?
oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases, and never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon!.
since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed!, spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back!.
cook a sheep, kill a cow, whet the appetite, and make me, of three hundred bowls, one long drink!.
cenfuzi, Dan Qiusheng, bring in the wine! Let your cups never rest!.
let me sing you a song!, let your ears attend!.
what are bell and drum, rare dishes and treasure?, let me be forever drunk and never come to reason!.
sober men of olden days and sages are forgotten, and only the great drinkers are famous for all time.
prince Chen paid at a banquet in the Palace of Perfection, ten thousand coins for a cask of wine, with many a laugh and quip.
why say, my host, that your money is gone?, go and buy wine and we'll drink it together!.
five-flowered horse, a thousand-golden-haired girl, and
hand them to the boy to exchange for good wine, both of whom share the eternal sorrow.
Regret for Immortals
Time: Tang Author: Liu Changqing Style: Word
Qing Chuan's sunset is early and low, and it's sad to be alone.
birds are far and near, and people follow the water.
White clouds are thousands of miles away in Wan Li, and the brook before the moon and the brook after it.
I hate Changsha alone, but spring grass grows in Jiangtan.
autumn gift to Ma Zao in the western suburbs of county
Date: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Style: Seven rows
Zige Peak is clear in the west, Wei Dong in the west, and the wild smoke is deep in the sunset.
The old leaves of the wind lotus are green and the remaining flowers of Polygonum hydropiper are lonely and red.
I'm tired of being frustrated with your official career, and I feel sorry for Qiu Si.
Send Du Shenyan
Date: Tang Author: Song Zhiwen Style: Five Laws
Ill-treated people are absolutely exhausted, so you can travel thousands of miles.
the river and bridge don't send each other, and the river tree is far from affectionate.
don't chase Sun Chu, but take the boat to hang Qu Ping.
Unfortunately, Longquan Sword lives in Fengcheng.
No news about Li Bai
Time: Tang Author: Du Fu genre: Five Laws
No news about Li Shengjiu, it's really sad to be pretentious.
the world wants to kill, but I only care for talents.
a thousand agile poems, a glass of drifting wine.
Kuangshan reading office, it's good to come back with a white head.
Qin Yuanchun
Year: Song Author: Su Shi Style: Word
Lonely pavilion lights green, wild shop chickens, travel pillow dreams disabled. Gradually, the moonlight will be closed, the morning frost will be bitter, the Yunshan will be full of brocade, and the morning dew will be clear. The world is endless, and the labor and life are limited, which seems to be the joy of this district. Whispering, I am speechless with the saddle, and the past is thousands of times. At that time, * * * guest changan. It's like a teenager coming from two places. There are thousands of words in writing, and there are thousands of volumes in my chest, which is very difficult for you. When using the reason, hide in me, why not just watch it at leisure? He is long and healthy, but he died at the age of 1, and he fights for the former.
Bu Zuji's Autumn Evening Collection of Du Fu's Sentences
Year: Song Author: Yang Guanqing Style: The word
The whole life is breathless, and Jia Bi talks about loneliness and anger. But masters of beauty live forever, no regrets. It's sad to be near Changsha, and the secluded autumn will be over. And heroes have wept on their coats ever since, God's will is hard to ask.
Man Jiang Hong Shu Huai
Year: Song Author: Shi Dazu Style: The word
Good collar blue, all from poetry and books. It's also a waste of time, a mere creation and a lot of effort. I haven't had time to buy Tian Qingying's tail, but I still have to buy rice for Chang 'an. At that time, the yellow volume was full ahead, and it was a shame. Thinking about the past is a drama. Have pity on the cow, and have chicken ribs. The tiger and leopard are nine times heavier and separated. Three paths will lead to a good autumn, and a dollar will not force poverty. For yellow flowers, I often stay and don't recite poems, and poetry becomes a hobby.
Spring Dreams in Qinyuan
Year: Song Author: Liu Kezhuang Style: Word
Where to meet, climb Baochai Building and visit Tongquetai. Call the chef, and the whale will be killed in the east, and the person will present it, and the dragon media in the west. The hero of the world, the monarch and the fuck, the rest of the son who can * * * glass. Car thousand two hundred, carrying Yan Nan Zhao Bei, swordsman wizard. Drinking and painting drums are like thunder. Who believes in being called back by the morning chicken? Sighing that the years have passed, the fame has not been established, and the scholar is old, and the opportunity will come. Make general Li, meet the high emperor, Wan Huhou. Put on clothes, but feel sad and old, generous and sad.
Crying Li Shangyin
Year: Tang Author: Cui Jue Style: Seven Laws
The word "mountain" means that it is appropriate to return to the high soil and hold a deep sigh. The branches and leaves of Ci Lin are exhausted in three spring, and
learning the sea is full of waves and drying overnight. The wind and rain have blown out the lights and candles, and the name is long in the teeth.
You should only climb the Qiqi tree from outside, and then go to the crimson altar in a dress.
I've failed Lingyun's great talents, but I've never been able to hold on to them all my life. Where are the birds singing and the flowers falling?
If the bamboo dies, the tung will wither and the phoenix will not come. A good horse is full of sorrow because there is no owner.
Don't sigh at the three light intervals in Jiuquan, and send satellites into the night platform.
Thoughts on He Xinlang's singing at the table
Time: Song Author: Liu Kezhuang Style: Word
My concubine is out of humble. When I was young, I played the string of Zhu, and Yu Sheng blew all over. A rough knowledge of the national customs is chaotic, and I am ashamed to learn a lot of vagrants. Always not involved, the feelings of the spring are resentful. Who said to the son of the west neighbor that he wanted to put on a pearl saddle and welcome him into the pear flower garden? If you don't move, you will be lazy first. The main house has a courtyard on the twelfth floor. That everyone, beautiful makeup according to the song, embroidered curtain first roll. Tao is the flute pipe singing in Huatang, laughing and killing chickens. Looking back, the door is far away. I've been away from Luan Cao all my life, and I'm quite sad but not sad and gentle. Talk for a while, and sigh even more.
a message from lake dongting to premier zhang
-Meng Haoran
here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven.
and a mist from the Yun and Meng valleys, has beleaguered the city of Yueyang.
I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen.
as I sit here and watch a fisherman casting, just like a fairy fish.
Sick cow
-Li Gang
Ploughing thousands of acres and thousands of boxes, who will be injured again when the strength is exhausted?
however, all living beings are full, and they don't hesitate to lie in the sun.
Light rain in Jianmen Road
-Lu You
Dust and wine marks on his clothes, and his soul disappears everywhere when he travels far away.
is this a poet? Ride a donkey into the sword gate in drizzle.
zi ang's feelings
tender orchid-leaves in spring, and cinnamon-blossoms bright in autumn. The life of the world is full of vitality, naturally conforming to the beautiful season. Who thought of the seclusion of the mountain forest, the smell of fragrance, so full of joy. Would no more ask to-be transplanted，than Would any other natural flower?.
Chen Ziang's "Feeling Encounter" is a lyric poem based on plants and trees. The poem says that Lan Ruo (a flower that Qu Yuan likes to watch in The Songs of the South) was born in spring and summer, so lush, but no one came to appreciate it. Beautiful red flowers are produced from stalks, the sunlight slowly passes by, and the flowers wither after the autumn wind comes, which is also a kind of sorrow in life, such as "how can the fragrance be achieved when the flowers are all shaken down?" Isn't life in this world for nothing? Sometimes flowers are broken, but it's much better than no one cares. There is a kind of sadness in narcissism.
it is hard to go
Tang Li Bai
pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, Yupanzhen was ashamed of her money.
I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, the Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.
it is hard to go, it is hard to go, many roads, are now in peace.
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
it is hard to go
Tang Li Bai
the way is broad like the blue sky, but no way out before my eye.
In I am ashamed to follow those who have no guts, red chickens and pheasants bet on pears and millet.
feng would go homeward way, having no fish to eat, zhou did not think to bow to noblemen was meet.
general Han was mocked in the market-place, the brilliant scholar Jia was banished in disgrace.
have you seen king of Yan in days gone by who venerated talents and built Terrace high and on which he offered gold to gifted men. And stooped low and swept the floor to welcome them??
grateful, Ju Xin and Yue Yi came then, and served him heart and soul, both full of stratagem.
the King's bones were now buried, who would sweep the floor of the Gold Terrace any more?.
it is hard to go, come back.
experience
Tang Censhen
There are many beautiful flowers in the north mountain.
before it is harvested, the autumn wind suddenly blows away.
you don't see the clouds blowing and the pines blowing, even if the autumn wind is helpless.
Four times, I often paint in indigo. Poor Du Hua doesn't know each other.
You Chongzhen visits the South Building to see the new scenery and its title
Yu Xuanji in Tang Dynasty
Clouds are shining everywhere in spring, and it seems that silver hooks are pointing to the next life.
I hate Luo Yi's poems, and look up empty and admire the name in the list.
experience
Tang Zhang Jiuling
here, south of the Yangzi, grows a red orangetree., all winter long its leaves are green.
not because of a warmer soil, but because its' nature is used to the cold.
though it might serve your honourable guests, you leave it here, far below mountain and river..
circumstance governs destiny, cause and effect are an infinite cycle.
you plant your peach-trees and your plums, you forget the shade from this other tree?
experience
Tang Zhang Jiuling
tender orchid-leaves in spring, sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn.
are as self-contained as life is, which conforms them to the seasons.
yet why will you think that a forest-hermit, allured by sweet winds and contented with beauty.
would no more ask to-be transplanted，than Would any other natural flower?.
experience
Tang Zhang Jiuling
the hermit in his lone abode, nurses his thoughts cleansed of care.
them he projects to the wild goose, for it to his distant Sovereign to bear.
who will be moved by the sincerity of my vain day-and-night prayer??
there is nothing to comfort my sincerity.
Huangzhou is sad at dusk
Tang Xiang Si
Ling Zhuo is in tears, overlapping from the west.
that is, the night is cold, but it can't be opened unless it is warm in spring.
if there is no landing plan, it is advisable to abandon jichuan materials.
I'd like to send it back to Wan Li.
It was drizzling in Jianmen Road
Song Luyou
Dust and wine marks were found on his clothes, and he disappeared everywhere when he traveled far away.
is this a poet? Ride a donkey into the sword gate in drizzle.
self-mockery
Lu You in Song Dynasty
Less reading of poetry books, poor Han and Tang Dynasties, Mo Nian's life experience.
riding a donkey wants to get to the ground with two feet, and love wine is always around.
although the old description has changed, he is still in high spirits when he is drunk.
Why does the King's House of Taihang move? It's like laughing at the foolish old man for not measuring himself.
book indignation
Song Luyou
At an early age, he knew that the world was difficult, and the Central Plains looked like a mountain in the north.
It snows in Guazhou at night, and the iron horse leaves the customs in the autumn wind.
if you are stuck in the Great Wall, you will be disappointed.
when you start out as a teacher, you can show your true name, but you can't compete for a thousand years.
autumn songs
[ Tang] Li Bai
has white hair of 3, feet, and
a long sorrow.
I wonder where
autumn frost is found in the mirror.
poor girl
living under a thatch roof, never wearing fragrant silk, she longs to arrange a marriage, but how could she dare?.
who would know her simple face the loveliest of them all, * * * pities the times and thrives on dressing.
How dare you exaggerate your fingers, but she cannot vie with painted brows.
and year after year she has sewn gold thread, on bridal robes for other girls
Meng Haoran:
on returning at the year's end to zhongnan mountain
I petition no more at the north palace-gate, to this tumble-down hut on Zhongnan Mountain
I was banished for my blunders, by a wise ruler, I have been sick so long I see none of my friends.
my white hairs hasten my decline, like pale beams ending the old year.
therefore I lie awake and ponder, the window is empty on a moonlit night.
Lu You never forgot to serve his country until his death
He complained about his feelings
In those days, Wan Li sought a seal and defended Liangzhou. Now the military life in the defensive border fortress can only appear in the dream, and the dream is not to know where to be? The dust had covered the old sable - jo.
the beard is still alive, and the temples fall first, and tears flow empty. Who expected this life, my heart is in Tianshan, and I am old in Cangzhou!
Du Fu, who angered the prince by remonstrating, was not reused
Ascending the stairs
flowers, as high as my window, hurt the heart of a wanderer, for I see, from this high vantage, sadness everywhere.
the Silken River, bright with spring, floats between earth and heaven, like a line of cloud by the Jade Peak, between ancient days and now.
the arctic court will not change, and bandits dare not venture from the western hills.
yet sorry in the twilight for the woes of a long vanished Emperor, I am singing the song his Premier sang when still unestranged from the mountain.
Xin Qiji, who is full of martial arts, is enthusiastic about saving the country. He can only express his feelings by words
He broke ranks
He gave strong words to Chen Tongfu as a gift
He looked at the sword while drunk, and
He dreamed of blowing horns and fighting for the camp.
Moxibustion at 8 Li, and
Fifty strings turn the sound outside the Great Wall.
point autumn soldiers on the battlefield.
Lu Fei, who is made of horses, is flying fast, and
Bow is like a thunderbolt.
after the king's affairs in the world,
he won a name before his death.
it happened in vain!
Li Bai, who is both civil and military, can only express his feelings for mountains and rivers and drown his sorrows in wine.
Shu Yun, a farewell school book of Xie Tiao Building in Xuanzhou
since yesterday had to throw me and bolt;
today has hurt my heart even more.
the autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort, as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine.
the bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, and I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side.
we both are exalted to distant thought, aspiring to the sky and the bright moon.
but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, and sorrows return, though we drown them with wine.
since the world can in no way answer our craving, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat.
Respondent: King of hidden weapons-Magician Level 5 8-15 1:36
Meng Haoran:
on returning at the year's end to zhongnan mountain
I petition no more at the north palace-gate, to this tumble-down hut on Zhongnan Mountain.
I was banished for my blunders, by a wise ruler, I have been sick so long I see none of my friends.
my white hairs hasten my decline, like pale beams ending the old year.
therefore I lie awake and ponder, the window is empty on a moonlit night.
Lu You never forgot to serve his country until his death
He complained about his feelings
In those days, Wan Li sought a seal and defended Liangzhou. Now the military life in the defensive border fortress can only appear in the dream, and the dream is not to know where to be? The dust had covered the old sable - jo.
the beard is still alive, and the temples fall first, and tears flow empty. Who expected this life, my heart is in Tianshan, and I am old in Cangzhou!
Du Fu, who angered the prince by remonstrating, was not reused
Ascending the stairs
flowers, as high as my window, hurt the heart of a wanderer, for I see, from this high vantage, sadness everywhere.
the Silken River, bright with spring, floats between earth and heaven, like a line of cloud by the Jade Peak, between ancient days and now.
the arctic court will not change, and bandits dare not venture from the western hills.
yet sorry in the twilight for the woes of a long vanished Emperor, I am singing the song his Premier sang when still unestranged from the mountain.
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