Poetry about passion 1. Ancient poems about passion.
How much will be generous after a hundred years.
My son should strike for me, and I will sing for him. Wave to the seagulls by the sea and look at the cloud dream in my chest. How about mustard? The more careless Chu is, the more troubled he is.
It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff. I prefer the snow in Minshan. People die with a heart of stone.
Look at the test hand, fill the sky! Leaves fall like a waterfall, but I watch the long river roll forward ... There are thousands of words written and thousands of volumes in my chest, which is very difficult for you. Swallows don't know the ambition of swans. The eternal romantic eight wings, Jiangshan left behind.
The water runs three thousand miles south, and the barometric river covers fourteen states. Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains look very short under the sky. Thousands of hectares, all eyes are clear, the blue peak suddenly rises and dances. A leaf of Pulsatilla chinensis can laugh at the son of Lantai, but it does not solve the nature of Zhuang Sheng. He just said that men and women have a little pride and travel a thousand miles quickly! Sitting on the floor, traveling 80 thousand miles a day, surveying the sky to see thousands of rivers open for two thousand years, hundreds of millions of souls scattered. A fool's hero * * * Bones, really gone with the wind value San Qian.
The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost. The sea is endless, and I am the peak when I am at the peak.
The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. Although it is hard, it is difficult to blow out the yellow sand before it reaches the gold.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face. Sing a song about wine, live in our distant thoughts, want to go to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon.
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time? Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars into Wan Li.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
On the side of the sinking ship, Qian Fan entered, in front of the sick tree, Wan Muchun. There are thousands of poems and thousands of wines. I once watched the princes rolling east of the Yangtze River, and the waves scoured out heroes.
Success or failure has turned empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red. Thin wine, drink for two minutes; Coarse cloth with double layers; Although beauty and evil are different from drunkenness and warmth, ugly wives and evil concubines are all men.
Seek righteousness in seclusion, and don't care about the dust in the window of East and North China. Although it will come to an end in a hundred years, it is not necessarily poor to die rich.
However, I am afraid that those pearls and emeralds will stay here as you, and I will be immortal by Fan Chong for thousands of years. The article is self-sufficient and self-sufficient, which makes the once rich people blush.
It is a great achievement for a man to reach for wine, and there is no sorrow or joy in the world. As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Geometry? Regardless of the peak, overlooking the sky is not high.
When I was a child, I listened to piano balcony singing. I don't believe that rivers and lakes make people old, and emperors should make fun of chasing dust waves. Fei Yu Teng Han Yun, flapping his wings and ling Kunlun; Leaning against green streams, pulling Jiu Feng.
Between the sky above and the sky below, the river is gone forever. The sky is grey and windy, and the river flows like a snow-capped mountain.
When I went out to Wan Li to laugh, there were countless good winds in Castle Peak, which helped me to go to the East of Wan Li in the Three Miles of Qingyun and worry about a few white hairs on the skyscrapers of Wuyue. My career was Castle Peak. Empty mountains and snow treat each other, and no one returns to the wild road.
Top gun cuts the sky, wanders around the world and asks the chivalrous man. Today, a thousand miles a night; Ming, smile at the sky.
I want this day, but I can't cover my eyes If I want this place, I can't bury my heart. If I want this sentient being, I will understand what I mean. If I want Buddha statues, they will disappear. I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time?
What does it feel like to be a person who lives between heaven and earth, a person who travels against the time of everything, and a passer-by for hundreds of generations? Gong Sundaniang's Sword Dance: She started like a thunderbolt, venting her anger and stopped like a river and ocean. I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this, with slightly similar feelings and looks.
Swallow Wan Li like a tiger. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
If you hold a feather, if you hold everything, if you hold a mustard, if you think innocently, if you are not crazy, if you don't act rashly, if you don't frown, you will be constant. Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want.
The eternal romantic eight wings, Jiangshan left behind. The water is 8,000 miles to the south, the barometric river is 14 states and 3 Wan Li, and the skyscraper is 5,000.
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
Gone forever, the waves are rough. Romantic figures through the ages.
To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. Rocks and clouds are falling, waves are hitting the shore and thousands of piles of snow are being rolled up.
As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one 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.
Things are like a dream, a bottle or a month. Kyushu can find a bosom friend with a sword, laugh and watch the wind and thunder shake Kyushu, and rely on the sword to sing wildly, making a great river flow through the ages.
Cold voices bid farewell to geese, high words make tigers roar, heroic actions break the surging mountains and waves, and the ambition is almost promised, which means that the sky will not be named. We both miss the distance and want to go to the blue moon.
Between the two piers in the morning and evening, fame and fortune are idle. The stars came down from the clearing, and the moon came running from the grass by the Dongting River. Near the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was no more scenery.
Jade Sword Qiongtian covers 30,000 hectares and gives me a boat. The bright moon is in the sky, and the shadow of the Ming River is clear both inside and outside.
The bright moon and the bright galaxy reflect their posture in this vast jade scene, and the water surface is bright and clear. It should be that I miss Linghai for many years, and I am alone, and my courage is ice and snow.
Thanks to this round of ancient bright moon, the soul is still as transparent as ice and snow between the mountains and seas for many years. Now, I am wearing cold hair and clothes, drifting quietly in this boundless pale sea.
I wonder what night it will be. Qing Yun Ge "Qing rhyme is rotten, and it will take a long time to correct it.
The sun and moon are brilliant, and the sun is brilliant. Clearly in the sky, rotten but star Chen.
There is more than one person in Sun Moon Guanghua. "
2. Passion is long enough, and ancient poetry is fast.
Without you in Li Bai's Into the Wine, how can the water of the Yellow River move out of heaven and into the ocean, and never return?
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. He Zhu's "Song of Six Kingdoms" is chivalrous and makes friends with the Five Chivalrous Men.
Hepatobiliary cavity, hair shrinkage. While speaking, life and death are the same.
A promise is a promise. Those who push the brave, those who pity the vertical.
Hug gently, fly together, patchwork. Booming drinking, cold jars floating in spring, sucking seawater and hanging rainbows.
When I heard the eagle planing the dog, White chose the carving bow, and the sly hole was empty. Happy in a hurry.
Like a dream of yellow sorghum. Farewell to the phoenix, the bright moon and the lonely canopy.
Official redundancy, pregnancy, dust, books. You are like a cloud.
Rough use, suddenly outstanding. Encouragement, the benefit of fishermen, is also the worry of thinking.
Don't ask for a long tassel, take the arrogant species and shout at the west wind with your sword. I hate climbing mountains and facing water. I gave a handful of seven-stringed paulownia in my hand and looked at it and gave it back to Hong.
3. Poetry about passionate youth
Swing bar
Waving free air in the sky
Shower is the world's chic and heroic.
How comfortable the youthful steps of rock and roll are.
Walking on the bustling stage of life
The most dazzling national wind and lofty sentiments soar in the sky.
Growing up in the wind and rain, loving ideals.
The majestic footsteps shook the sky.
Beat the waist drum to smooth the bumps.
Flying white clouds are always shining in the sun.
Give me a magnificent stage of the sea of clouds.
Let me write down all my love for life.
Make a loud and magnificent confession with boiling singing.
Strong dance steps, persistent and happy.
Full of lofty sentiments
Give me a magnificent stage of the sea of clouds.
Let me write down all my love for life.
Make a loud and magnificent confession with boiling singing.
Strong dance steps, persistent and happy.
Full of lofty sentiments
Love you as always
4. Passion is long enough, and ancient poetry is fast.
Pipa line Bai Juyi
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he has been frustrated all his life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
Slowly twist and pick again, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river. Put it thoughtfully on the strings and straighten out the clothes.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Qu Ba often teaches good talents to serve, and she pretends to be Qiu Niangju. Wuling teenagers fight for their heads, and a song gives countless rolls of red silk.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. Go to Jiangkou and ask for an empty boat. It will be cold around the boat.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she will dream of her victory, and her makeup will turn red and her tears will dry up. Her first guitar note made me sigh, and I heard it again.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. The humidity near Cannes is very low, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
5. Passionate poems suitable for recitation
I am proud, I come from China.
Among countless blue eyes and brown eyes,
I have a pair of black eyes like jewels.
I am proud, I come from China!
Among countless white skin and black skin,
My skin is as yellow as the earth,
I am proud, I come from China!
I'm from China-
The Loess Plateau is my chest,
The flowing water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood;
The Great Wall is my raised arm,
Mount Tai is my heel.
I'm from China-
My ancestors walked out of the forest for the first time.
My ancestors started farming first.
I am a descendant of the compass and printing.
I am a descendant of pi and seismograph.
In my country,
There are not only immortals in history.
Keywords Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng, Sun Yat-sen,
And immortality in the history of literature
Hua Mulan, Lin Daiyu, the Monkey King, Lu.
I am proud, I come from China!
I'm from China.
My voice is as rough as the Yellow River,
Not only in the United Nations building,
Speak out China's comments,
Also at the Olympic Games,
Shouting "China scores".
When applause sent the flag of China to the blue sky,
I wish I were from China!
I'm from China-
My huge arms are like the Great Wall,
Not only the drill pipe of the diamond oil production machine
Predict that the center of the earth can't hit oil,
Send communication satellites to our ancestors.
White clouds that I have never seen in my dream.
When the five oceans listen to the voice of the East,
I am proud, I come from China.
I'm from China-
I am a descendant of the murals in Mogao Grottoes.
Let the flying murals be with us.
I'm Tian Fei,
Flying is us.
I am proud, I come from China!
6. What passionate poems are suitable for reading?
The direction of the sword points to the northern territory;
The sunset is like blood, flowing on the journey south;
Hunting with flags, summoning the drums of the eastward advance;
The yellow sand is long and can't stop the footsteps of the Western Expedition.
China has many strong men since ancient times, which can be killed and not humiliated;
Loyalty and filial piety have never been satisfactory since ancient times.
Full of loyalty to Yang Jiajiang, loyalty to serve the country and Yue Wumu!
So! Item! Nothing! Enemy! Han! The army! Wei! Wu!
Blood-stained shirts are the most beautiful clothes for men;
Wrapped in the coffin of a horse, it is the hero's heroic destination;
Dense with swords and guns, picking the head of Land Rover;
Chariots rolled and ran over rows of savage bones.
Since ancient times, China thieves have never been at odds, and China people and foreigners are distinct;
Since ancient times, no one has died in life. Dan Xin read the history books.
Sail against the current and swear to destroy Hu immediately!
Submit! Be strong! Han! Who! Although! Far away! Will. Kill! See if you can do it! This is my favorite! It was written by someone else! Original! Not me!