1. About the poems that begin with "Man"
About the poems that begin with "Man" 1. The poems that begin with "Man"
1. Everyone in the house wept after hearing it again
>[Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi's "Pipa"
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2. It is hard to think about the clear frost on the temples and the lingering snow
[Tang Dynasty] Li Yu's "Poppy Beauty·The Wind Returns to the Green Small Courtyard"
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3. The palace is full of bright moon and pear blossoms are white
[Tang Dynasty] Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Barbarian: Full Palace with Bright Moon and White Pear Blossoms"
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4. Manlou Red Sleeve Move
< p> [Tang Dynasty] Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Now Recalling the Joy of Jiangnan"8 search results of Wei Zhuang have been folded
5. Eyes full of gossamer and falling catkins
[Tang Dynasty] Feng Yansi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers·Outside the Window, Cold Chickens and Sky Wants Dawn"
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6. A scene full of music and songs
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[Tang Dynasty] Du Qiuniang's "Golden Threaded Clothes"
7. The Manchu Opera is shaken
[Tang Dynasty] Han Yu's "Spring Snow"
8 , The city is full of golden armor
[Tang Dynasty] Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum"
2. Poems starting with Manchu characters
"Autumn Xing"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
His hairpins are full of white hair, and he who steals his salary and safety is ashamed of his master's kindness. The smoke and autumn in the east hall are getting thinner, and the northern mountains are foggy and rainy, and the days are dim.
Fame and fame are wasted on, but one’s career is overturned. It's laughable that this life is all empty, and I close my eyes in autumn and listen to the cry of the ape.
"Die Lian Hua·It's so full that ten people can see it all"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Huang Shang
It's so full that ten people can see it all, and there is no immortal osmanthus The roots leave a lasting impression everywhere. Listen to me, before the joy is over, the golden toad has already made a shadow of a cold toad.
The wind in the silver world became fixed, the floating clouds dispersed, and the treasure box opened its mirror for the first time. There is no need for the shadow of a red candle to go back, the horizon is naturally open to people.
"Shuilongyin·The tall willows all over the lake are swaying in the wind"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Chao Buzhi
The tall willows all over the lake are swaying in the wind, sit back and watch the showers come lake surface. Jumping beads splashed jade, round lotus overturned, light gulls scattered in fright. It's cold in the hall, the heat has receded in front of the threshold, and the skirts are in disorder. I want to thank Dongshan for guarding, wearing a turban and a feather fan, singing high into the blue sky.
It should be remembered that Sima drank too much and had a banquet with Huanghua last year. The bamboo branches are filled with resentment, the pipa is full of tears, and the temples change in the new year. I am often afraid that when I return home, I will see everything in my eyes and the sun and people will be far away. Looking at the Sui River area, it is sad and foggy, and my soul is broken.
"Chaozhongcuo·The fragrant wind of osmanthus in Mantingyanyan"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Zhidao
The fragrant wind of osmanthus in Mantingyanyan. People are in the painting hall. If you want to know how difficult it is for the Marquis of Lu to grow old, the sound of joy will be heard thousands of miles apart.
The platform is divided into gold and stone, and the source is the Huaihe River, which flows endlessly. It is good to follow the Han Dynasty and follow the officials, so I can come here to worship the Three Dukes.
"Ode to Self"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
The hair of the man comb is withered in the morning, and the wooden door of the pavilion is not completely cleared at noon. Forgetting everything, I still worry about the country. Hundreds of schools are screened and I have no sutras.
Although it is useless to wither the nan and fall into the gully, the old turtle is still alive because of the bed. In the dream, I rode a donkey to Mount Huashan, and saw countless peaks breaking through the clouds.