What are the classic Tang poetry and Song poetry?

1. Cai Wei's Poems? 6? 1 Xiaoya? 6? 1 Luming Literature chose the EU and the EU stopped. I said I would go home, but it still didn't come true by the end of the year. This is the reason to stay in the house and room. This is a reason not to live in a prosperous area. The pea seedlings have been picked again, and the wild peas are very tender. Said he went home, and he was depressed. Anxiety is burning, and hunger is unbearable. The location of the garrison cannot be fixed, and it is impossible to take the letter home. Bean sprouts are picked again, and the stems and leaves of wild peas are getting old. He said that he went home and went home again in October. But the king's errand is not finished yet, and I have no leisure to enjoy this quiet and good time. Worried and guilty, I can't do it. Bilviho, the flower of the paddock. Horus, gentleman car. The troop ship started, and four horses were tall and big. How dare you settle down? 1 3rd of the month. Riding four horses, four horses are tall and strong. The generals sat in the car and the soldiers were under its protection. Four horses were trained, with bows and shark sacs decorated with Gu Xiang. If you don't quit that day, there will be pits and thorns. Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. The road is slow and full of hunger and thirst. My heart is sad. I don't know that I am sad for the past. I am leaving, and the willow is reluctant to part. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. 2. Xiao Tongshan [Southern Song Dynasty] Yue Fei was so Leng Yan last night that he was shocked for four thousand miles. At midnight, Fang got up and walked around the steps alone. People are very quiet, the moonlight outside the window is dim, and the old mountain is old and pine and bamboo, which makes him unable to go home. I want to give my heart to Yao Qin, but I have few bosom friends and short strings. 3. Snoopy. Red Cliff Nostalgia [Northern Song Dynasty] Su Shi's River of No Return, a romantic figure through the ages, is on the west side of the base. Humanism is the Red Cliff of Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang. Rocks are flying in the air, and the waves hit the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. How many heroes are there at a time! Think back to Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao just got married, he was handsome, holding a feather fan and wearing a black silk scarf. He talked and laughed, and it's all over. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. The world is like a dream, and the bottle is still on the moon. 4. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they fall in love with the floor, saying that they are worried about giving new words. Now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to say it, but I want to say it, but it is a cool autumn ... 5. Li Shangyin-Untitled was long before I met her, but it was longer after we parted, and the east wind rose and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are many roads from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! . 6 Chai Feng-Lu You red crisp hand, Huang Teng wine, erotic wall willow in the city. Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No! No! No! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! Hairpin Phoenix-Tang Wan's world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! 7. The voice is slow, lonely and miserable. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! 8. Linjiang Fairy Garden is deep, the cloud window and fog pavilion are often covered, the willow tip and plum calyx are gradually distinct, and the Fuling tree returns in spring, making people old and healthy. I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow. 9. Bai Ou, who was sheltering from the snow in Jingxi, asked me whether to stay on the boat alone or in my heart. If the heart stays, why lock the eyebrows. The wind plays the small curtain lamp and dances dizzy, indifferent to the idle shadow, recalling the past. Is it an old tour now? Flower House, Liu Xia Boat. Can't dream, can't dream, cold water is empty. Huang Yun desert is saturated with kapok fur. Everyone knows that no one is worried about me. It snows tonight, and there are plum blossoms, like me. 10. There are plums, actually seven. Asking me to learn is actually auspicious. Plums fell to the ground with only three branches. I have a heart to ask my young man not to wait any longer today. There are plums in the basket. My child, please don't hesitate to ask me. He picked Ge Xi, and he doesn't see you for a day, such as March Xi. He took care of him, but he didn't see him all day, just like him. I haven't seen you for a day, and I'm three years old. 1 1. Jin Jinjun disappeared, and how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and entered the ocean is gone forever. Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! . Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up. Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow. The preface to the question of fishing for Jin Yuanhao: Taihe is ugly for five years, so try Bingzhou, saying that every goose catcher has a cloud; "Today, Dan won a wild goose and killed it. The person who broke the net lamented that he couldn't go, but he jumped underground and died. " Because it was bought, it was buried on Fenshui, and it was known by the stone, so it was called Qiu Yan. At that time, most of my peers were chanting poems, and there were also "Qiu Yan Ci". There is no palace affairs in the old works, but it has been changed today. Ask the world, what is love, teaching life and death? Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times. Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school. You should have a sentence, Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Dusk, who is the only shadow? Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots. The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess. For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan. At the age of Xin Mao, Zhangyan of Song Dynasty, Shen Yaodao traveled everywhere in preparation, Hangzhou and Vietnam. In his forties, Yao Dao came to ask loneliness, smiled for a few days and went back. Give this song to Zhao. Qiu Jiang and Zhao wrote Biography of Zeng Xin, Walking in the Snow, and Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival. Cold brittle mink. Beside the ancient withered forest road, the long river drinks horses, which means long. Short dreams are still floating, and old tears are spilled in Xizhou. There is no topic in a word, and all the leaves are sad. Take Baiyun home and ask who will stay in Chupei and make a map of Zhongzhou. Fold the reed flowers and give them away, and fall in autumn. Water flows to an ordinary wild bridge, waiting for attraction, not old Sha Ou. I feel empty. I have a sunset, but I'm afraid to go upstairs. The autumn moon falls, the autumn wind rises, and the moonlight dances. Dust wraps the dream of youth, and the meridian and autumn wind alternate. Autumn moon dust [Chai Feng-red crisp hand Lu You red crisp hand, yellow wine, spring palace wall willow in the city. East wind evil, with a fickle feeling, a melancholy mood, a few years of separation. No! No! No! Spring is as old as ever, people are sparse and empty, and tears are full of eyes. Peach blossoms fall, the idle pool is in the pavilion, and the mountain alliance is difficult to hold. Mo! Mo! Mo! Untitled-Li Shangyin, time was long before I met her, but after we parted, the east wind rose and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . It's like a dream. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin. The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't be with the lyre. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank. Autumn serenade "Wang Weigui's soul was born with a slight autumn dew, but it lost weight and didn't change clothes." The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep. Hua Lin thanked Chunhong for being too hasty, but the cold rain came late, and he was helpless. When he was drunk, he naturally grew up and hated water. Although it is not the most classic, he still makes do with it. ...