(A) In-class part
The first time I visited Lotte Yangzhou (Liu Yuxi's Tang Dynasty), I abandoned it in the twenty-third year. People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower. Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.
Chibi (Du Mu's "Tang") lost its halberd and sank its sand and iron, not selling it, but washing away the former dynasty. If the east wind is not convenient for Zhou Yu, I'm afraid the outcome will be Cao Cao's victory and Er Qiao's detention in Tongquetai.
After the bitter struggle in Lingdingyang (Wen Tianxiang's Southern Song Dynasty), there are very few stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.
Shuidiao Song Tou (Su Shi Northern Song Dynasty) (Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, drunk, drunk, writing this article, having a baby. When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Mountain sheep "Tongguan nostalgia (Zhang Yuan) The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are inside and outside Tongguan Road. Looking at Xijing, I hesitated, saddened by the Qin and Han Dynasties, all the palaces were made of mud. Xing, the people suffer. Death makes people suffer.
Drinking (5) (Tao Yuanming's "Eastern Jin Dynasty") Building a house is under human conditions, but there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to tell the difference.
It's hard to go to (Li Bai Tang) the cost of pure wine, which is a golden cup, 10 thousand copper and a hip flask. The jade plate is a treasure. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain. I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
The thatched cottage was broken by the autumn wind (Du Tang Fu). In August and autumn, the wind roared and Sanhe grass rolled in my house. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. Holding the hair into the bamboo openly, my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe, and I came back with a cane and sighed. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy! The wind and rain don't move like a mountain? Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
A song of white snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home ("Tang"). The north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar Day. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems (Gong Zizhen's "Qing") are far from sorrow, and the whip points to the end of the world. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Extracurricular part
To my younger brother (Serina Liu's Eastern Han Dynasty): pine on the pavilion hill is a stroke in the valley. When the wind is strong, pine branches are strong. First frost is miserable and always right at the end of the year. Don't suffer from cold, pine and cypress have sex.
Farewell to the viceroy, out of Shu, across the wall of the three Qin dynasties, across a layer of fog, five rivers merged into one river. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
On the Youzhou Tower (Chen Ziang "Hall"), in front of me, is it the past era? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.
The second envoy sent Yuan, Anxi (Wang), Weicheng, where it was raining and dusty, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
Yesterday, I said goodbye to Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa (Li Bai) in Xuanzhou, and I had to leave Bolt and me. It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
In the early spring, it was raining lightly outside the Ministry of Water (Hanyu), and the grass color in the distance was close. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Untitled (Li Shangyin's "Tang") The time 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 not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Yinghuan (Li Yu's Five Dynasties Southern Tang Dynasty) went to the West Building alone without saying a word, and the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard was locked in the clear autumn. It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
Dengfeilaifeng (Wang Anshi's Northern Song Dynasty) flew to Chihiro Pagoda on the mountain and heard the cock crow. 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.
The village house of Qingpingle (Xin Qiji Southern Song Dynasty) has low eaves and green grass on the stream. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.