1, member of Zhang Ministry of Water Resources in early spring (I)
Author Han Yu; the Tang Dynasty
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
2. Chun Xue
Author Han Yu; the Tang Dynasty
The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds.
Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying.
3. Go to Languan and show it to my grandnephew.
Author Han Yu; the Tang Dynasty
A letter is typed in the sky, and eight thousand in Chaozhou Road in the evening.
If you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old!
Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.
Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river.
4. Two late spring songs, the first part
Author Han Yu; the Tang Dynasty
Flowers and trees know that spring is about to pass, and they want to keep the pace of spring and pay more attention.
Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.
5. Rock
Author Han Yu; the Tang Dynasty
The towering and steep rocks, narrow mountain roads like sheep intestines, and the dusk when bats are flying come to this temple.
When I climbed the steps of the temple and sat down, there was a field soaked in rain. The rain made the branches and leaves of banana rough and the mountain was more beautiful.
Monks told me that the ancient city walls were magnificent, lit by torches and looked sticky.
Make my bed and prepare rice soup. The food is rough, but it is enough to fill my stomach.
It's late at night, sleep quietly, the white stopped rumbling, the moon climbed the mountain, and the brightness entered the doors and windows.
At dawn, I left alone, unable to see the way in and out of the fog, and I groped my way up and down.
The mountains are bright red, Jianshui River is green, shiny and watery, and pine and oak trees are densely surrounded and lush.
I met a stream on the road, stepped barefoot at the foot of a stone, and the sound of running water blew up my clothes.
These things themselves can make life happy. Why should we be bound and hindered by people? .
Why, how can I go back to my hometown when I am old?
6. In early spring, I became a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs (Part II)
Author Han Yu; the Tang Dynasty
Mo Daoguan is busy being the boss, but no one is young.
As you first came to Jiangtou, the willow color is not deep.
7. Zhang, a foreigner from the Ministry of Water Resources, sent a white 22-person Sheren to Qujiang for a spring outing.
Author Han Yu; the Tang Dynasty
In the evening, a faint mist cleared away and the sky shone brightly.
The riverside of Qujiang is covered with thousands of trees. What are you doing so busy that you won't come?
8. Title Zhang Shiyi Guest House Sanyong/Title
Author Han Yu; the Tang Dynasty
In May, when the pomegranate is in full bloom and the branches are growing, the children also begin to grow.
Unfortunately, there are no horses and chariots here, and the moss is upside down.
9. Adjust your registration
Author Han Yu; the Tang Dynasty
Du Li's articles are in full swing.
I don't know, stupid, so it's slander.
Mayflies shake trees, which is ridiculous.
After I was born, I raised my neck and looked at each other from a distance.
When MUBI sees it at night, he thinks about it during the day.
Look at the marks of the axe, but don't expect to control the water and sail.
When I want to help, I will sharpen my hand.
The cliff is broken, and Gankun thunders.
Only these two masters, the family rate is desolate
The emperor wanted to sing for a long time, so he sent it up and froze.
Cut off feathers and send them to a cage to watch birds fly.
My life is full of Qian Qian, happy ever after.
Fairy officials point six tripods, and lightning takes the generals.
People living on the earth are just a drop in the ocean.
I want to have two wings to catch and drive away the eight famines.
Sincere and sudden flow, all kinds of strange things enter my intestines.
The stinger pulled out the whale's teeth and lifted the spoon to taste the syrup.
I'm sweating. I don't want to be a weaver girl.
Grain Rain's friends on the ground are not very busy in business.
I beg you to fly to Sharpay. I'm proud.
10, Shigu Song
Author Han Yu; the Tang Dynasty
I often take this picture off the stone drum and advise me to try to make a stone drum song.
Du Fu is gone. Li Bai is dead. What can my poor talent do for Shigu? .
When the power of the Zhou Dynasty was weak and people's grievances in China were boiling, Emperor Xuandi was furious and waved his sacred spear.
And open his big audience, accept all the tributes, and kings and lords come before him with sonorous weapons.
Yu Qi Yang Cheng Xiong Jun, birds and animals fall three thousand li.
This discovery was recorded and told the new generation that these drums were cut from protruding cliffs and made of stone.
Poets and craftsmen, all the first steps, creation and chisel-set in the mountains.
It's raining, moxibustion, wildfire burning, ghosts guarding you. oh
Where will he find the trace on this paper? Loyal to the original, without changing a hair.
The meaning is deep, the phrase is obscure and difficult to read, and the style of the characters is neither square nor tadpole-shaped.
Time has not conquered the beauty of these letters, and the sword is sharp.
Like a phoenix dance, like an angel hovering down, like a jade coral tree with staggered branches.
Such as a golden chain of iron, tied tightly, such as a fragrant tripod thrown into the sea, such as a dragon ascending to heaven.
Historians forgot to collect these ancient poems in order to make the music songs of the two books more colorful and compelling.
Confucius traveled in the west, but not to Qin. He chose our planet and stars, but missed the sun and the moon.
It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I can't help crying when I think of these beautiful things.
I remember that when I was awarded the highest degree, it was the first year of Yuanhe.
A friend of mine, who was in the western camp at that time, offered to help me remove these ancient relics.
I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then made a request to the headmaster, stressing to him the rarity of these most precious things.
They can be wrapped in blankets and packed in boxes. Ten barrels can only hold a few camels.
Like a high incense burner, add luster to the palace, otherwise their brilliance and value will increase by a hundredfold.
If the monarch shows them to universities, students can study them and decipher them without doubt.
Many people, attracted to the cultural capital, will soon gather from all corners of the empire.
We can wash the moss, pick out the dirt, restore the original surface and put them in a suitable and safe place forever.
Covered by a huge building with a wide eaves, where they won't suffer as before.
But government officials are used to it, thank you very much.
So the shepherd boy beat the drums to make a fire, and the cows polished their horns on it, and no one dealt with them devoutly.
Still aging and rotting, they may be erased soon. For six years, I have been sighing for them and singing to the west.
The familiar handwriting of Wang Xizhi, although beautiful, can have several pages, only for a few white geese.
But now, eight generations after the week, all the wars are over, why doesn't anyone care about these drums?
The empire is peaceful, the government is free, poets are respected again, Confucianism and men.
Anneng is still on the list, and it really needs an eloquent flow, just like a cataract.
But, alas, my voice, in my song of stone drums, turned into a pleading voice choked by my own tears.