Must memorize ancient Chinese poems in high school
Meng's "The Book of Songs"
Meng's Chichi embraces cloth and silk. Bandits come to trade silk, and when they come, they come to plot against me.
Send the son to Sheqi, and then to Dunqiu. The bandit is my fault, and I am an unscrupulous matchmaker. The general will not be angry, and autumn will come.
Ride on that wall to hope that the pass will be restored. Not seeing the return pass, I burst into tears.
Seeing the return pass, I laughed and talked. Erbu Erzhen, the body has no blame words. Come with your car and move with my bribe.
Far Altair
Far Altair is a Han woman in the Jiaojiao River. The slender hands are used to make tricks.
I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain. The river is clear and shallow. How far has it gone? There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless.
Dan Ge Xing Cao Cao
Singing while drinking, what is life like? Like morning dew, it will be more painful every day.
Generosity should be treated with generosity, and worries will be unforgettable. How to relieve worries? Only Du Kang.
Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely. But for your sake, I still ponder it.
Yo yo, the deer roars, eating apples in the wild. I have guests who play the harp and sheng.
It’s as bright as the moon, when can you wipe it off? Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off.
The more unfamiliar you are, the more you cross the border, the more useless you are. Qi Kuo talks about Yan, thinking about old kindness.
The moon and stars are few and far between, and magpies are flying south. Three twists and turns around the tree, where is the branch to lean on?
The mountains never get too high and the sea never gets too deep. The Duke of Zhou vomits food, and the world returns to its heart.
Dark Autumn in the Mountains Wang Wei
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Li Sao Qu Yuan
The Miao descendants of Emperor Gaoyang are here, and my emperor's name is Boyong. Photographing Ti Zhen in Meng Zouxi, only Geng Yinwu surrendered.
Huang Lan visited Kuiyu for the first time, and Zhaoxi paid tribute to him. His name is Zhengzexi and his courtesy name is Lingjun.
Fenwu not only has this inner beauty, but also attaches great importance to cultivation. Hu Jiangli and Pi Zhixi were admired by Ren Qiulan.
If Miyu is about to fail, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with him as time goes by. In the morning, the magnolias are blooming, and in the evening, the island is surrounded by wilderness.
The sun and the moon are suddenly not flooded, and the spring and autumn are the order of the times. Only the scattered grass and trees are afraid of the beauty's twilight.
Why not change this attitude if you don’t strengthen your body and abandon your filth? Riding on a horse to gallop, come to me, Daofu, to lead the way.
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields by Tao Yuanming
There is no vulgar charm, and his nature is to love hills and mountains. I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years.
The tame birds miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss their old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses. The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is still there. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure. After being in a cage for a long time, he can return to nature.
Stone City Liu Yuxi
My motherland is surrounded by mountains, and the empty city is lonely in the tide. In the old days on the east side of the Huai River, the moon came over the female wall late at night.
Passing through Huaqing Palace, Du Mu
Looking back at Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery, and thousands of doors are opening one after another on the top of the mountain. Riding on the red dust concubine smiled, no one knew it was lychee.
Shu Anger Lu You
In his early years, he knew that the world was difficult, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain. The building boat sails across Guazhou on a snowy night! The iron horse is blown away by the autumn wind.
I walled the Great Wall and promised myself that it would be empty, but the fading hair on my temples was already stained in the mirror. If you are a master and you are truly famous in the world, who can compare with you in a thousand years!
Poppy Li Yu
When are the spring flowers and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon.
The carved railings and jade inlays should still be there, but the beauty has been changed. How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Yulinling Liu Yong
The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the shower has begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqing Festival! Where will you wake up tonight? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank. After so many years,
it should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them!
Slow voice Li Qingzhao
Looking and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
Nian Nujiao? Chibi Nostalgia Su Shi
The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. On the west side of the fort, the way of humanity is, Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky,
The waves crashed onto the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the rafts and oars disappeared into ashes. The wandering mind of my motherland,
Sentimental people should laugh at me, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, a statue returns to the moon.
Yong Yule? Nostalgia for the past in Guting, Bei Jingkou Xin Qiji
Throughout the ages, heroes have never found Sun Zhongmou. On the dance pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
Yuanjia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum! Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?
Yangzhou Man Jiang Kui
The famous capital of Huaizuo, a good place in Zhuxi, Xie An Shao was stationed in the first journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze, all the shepherds and wheat are green. Since Hu Ma peeked into the river,
the trees in the abandoned pond are still tired of talking about soldiers. It's getting dusk, the clear corners are blowing cold, and everyone is in the empty city.
Du Lang’s handsome reward is so serious that I am shocked now. Despite Cardamom's lyrical skills, Dream of a Brothel is good, but it is difficult to describe it with deep emotion. The twenty-four bridges are still there,
The waves are swaying, and the cold moon is silent. Read the red medicine beside the bridge, and you will know who you are born for every year!
Guest arrives Du Fu
There is spring water in the south and north of the house, but I can see a flock of gulls coming day by day. The flower path has never been swept by visitors, and now the gate is opened for you.
Panxiang City has far less flavor, and the bottle and wine shops are poor and only have old fermented grains. He is willing to drink with his neighbor, calling across the fence to finish the rest of the cup.
Climbing high by Du Fu
The wind is strong, the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop.
Du Fu, Prime Minister of Shu
Where can I find the ancestral hall of the Prime Minister? There is a lot of people outside Jinguan City. The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sounds good in the sky through the leaves.
Three visits have troubled the world, and two dynasties have helped the hearts of the old ministers. He died before leaving the army, which made the hero burst into tears.
Climbing the Yueyang Tower Du Fu
In the past I heard about the water in Dongting, now I am going up to the Yueyang Tower. To the southeast of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night.
There are no relatives and friends, and there are no old and sick people. The soldiers and horses pass through the north of the mountain, and Pingxuan Tisi flows.
Farewell to Wang Shifu in Changting Pavilion
[Main Palace] [Upright] The sky is blue, the ground is yellow, and the west wind is strong. Northern geese fly south. Who will be drunk in the forest at dawn? Always left in tears.
Jin Se Li Shangyin
The fifty strings of Jin Se are unprovoked, and each string and column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and jade produces smoke. This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.
Magpie Bridge Immortal Qin Guan
The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Li Ping's Konghou Yin Li He
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed and the clouds are not flowing. Jiang E cries about Zhu Su's female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, the hibiscus weeps and the dew fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor.
Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans on the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits with bare feet.
The fragrance of cinnamon branches? Nostalgia for the past in Jinling Wang Anshi
When I came to see me off, it was the late autumn of my motherland and the weather was beginning to be calm. Thousands of miles of clear river looks like a train, and the green peaks are like clusters. The expedition sails to the setting sun, with the west wind at our back and the wine flag standing slantingly. The clouds are light on the colorful boat, the herons are rising on the stars and rivers, and it is difficult to draw a picture.
Thinking about the past, competing for luxury, sighing at the building outside the door, filled with sorrow and hatred. For thousands of years, I have been lamenting the honor and disgrace over this. The old things of the Six Dynasties flow with the flowing water, but the cold smoke and fragrant grass are green. To this day, Shang Nu still sings the remaining song "Back Court" all the time.
Bodhisattva Man Wen Tingyun
The hills overlap and the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to reach the fragrant snow on the cheeks. Too lazy to draw eyebrows, too late to put on makeup and wash up.
Looking at flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other. The new post is embroidered with Luo Ru and both have golden partridges.
Zou Ji satirized the King of Qi for accepting advice in "Warring States Policy"
Zou Ji built more than eight feet, and his appearance was beautiful. He looked into the mirror and said to his wife, "Who is more beautiful than Mr. Xu in the north of the city?" His wife said, "You are so beautiful, how can Mr. Xu be as beautiful as you!" Mr. Xu in the north of the city is also the most beautiful in Qi. Ji was not confident, so he asked his concubine again: "Who is more beautiful between me and Mr. Xu?" The concubine said: "How can Mr. Xu be as good as you!" One day, a guest came from outside and sat down to talk with him. He asked the guest: "I and Mr. Xu are more beautiful." "Who is more beautiful?" The guest said, "Mr. Xu is not as beautiful as the king." Tomorrow, when Gong Xu comes, he will think that he is not as good as he is. I thought about it when I went to bed at night, and said: "My wife loves me because she is selfish; my concubine loves me because she is afraid of me; my guest loves me because she wants something from me."
So he went to the court to see me. King Wei said: "I sincerely know that I am not as beautiful as Mr. Xu. My wife is a private minister, my concubines are afraid of me, and my guests want to ask for anything from me. They all regard me as beautiful than Mr. Xu. Today, Qi is thousands of miles away and has one hundred and twenty cities. Everyone in the palace is selfish about the king, and everyone in the court is afraid of the king. From this point of view, the king is very ignorant! It was ordered: "Those ministers and officials who are able to criticize the faults of others will receive the upper reward; those who write admonishments to others will receive the middle reward;
Those who can slander and ridicule the people in the city and listen to the ears of the few will receive the lower reward. reward.
"At the beginning of the order, all the ministers came to admonish, and the gates were like a market; after a few months, they came from time to time; after several years, although they wanted to speak, no one could advance.
Yan, Zhao, Han, and Wei all heard about it. Go to Qi. This is the so-called victory over the imperial court.
Dream-wandering Tianmu sings farewell to Li Bai
Haike talks about Yingzhou, the misty waves are dim and hard to find; the people of Yue talk about Tianmu, Yunxia. It may be seen that the sky is stretched to the sky, and the five mountains cover Chicheng. The rooftop is about to fall to the southeast.
I want to fly across Jinghu Lake in one night because of my dream. The moon shines on my shadow, sending me to Yanxi. The place where Xie Gong stayed is still there, and the clear water is rippling with the cries of apes. Thousands of rocks are twisting and turning, and the lost flowers are suddenly dim. The roaring dragons sing in the Yinyan Spring, the chestnut trees are green and the tops are shaking, the water is sluggish, and the mountains are broken by thunder. The stone door of the cave is open, the sky is vast, the sun and the moon are shining on the gold and silver platform, the kings of clouds are coming and going, and the gods are coming. The people are like hemp. Suddenly, their souls are shaking, they are startled and they are sighing. However, they feel that the mist of the pillow is gone.
This is also the case in the world. When will you return? Leave the white deer among the green cliffs and ride to visit the famous mountains. An Neng will bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which will make me unhappy.
I will drink Li Bai
< p> If you don’t see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea, never to return. If you don’t see, the mirror in the high hall will look like blue silk and turn into snow at dusk. If you are happy in life, don’t let the golden bottle stand in front of the moon. It's useful. I'll come back after all my money has been spent. It's fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle. I'll have to drink three hundred cups at a time.Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will drink wine and don't stop drinking. A song, please listen to me: Bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time. In ancient times, the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names. Huan Jie. What does the master say? I have to sell it to you. The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine.
Du Fu's military chariot.
The carriages are rolling, the horses are rustling, and the pedestrians are carrying their bows and arrows. They are walking to see each other, and the dust is gone. They hold their clothes and stop the road to cry.
Pedestrians passing by the road asked, but the pedestrians walked frequently from Fifteenth North to Fanghe, then to Forty West Yingtian. When they went there, they were wrapping their heads, and when they came back, they were still guarding the border with blood. The sea has turned into a sea, and Emperor Wu has already opened the border. Don't you know that in the two hundred states of Han Dynasty, there are thousands of villages with thorns and thorns growing there, but there are no crops in the long acres, and the Qin soldiers are fighting hard. Dogs and chickens can't be driven away.
Although the elders ask, how dare the servants express their hatred? If the county magistrate is eager to ask for rent this winter, where will the tax come from? If a man is evil, it is better to have a daughter. If you have a daughter, you have to marry your neighbor. If you have a son, you will be buried in the sea. There is no one to collect the bones of the past. The new ghosts are annoyed and the old ghosts are crying. The sky is wet and rainy.
< p>The Road to Shu is Difficult Li BaiHey, the danger is high! The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky! Silkworms and yufu, how confused the founding of the country is! You are forty-eight thousand years old, and you are not in the vicinity of Qin Sai. There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei. The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the ladders and stone stacks were connected to each other. There is a high mark of six dragons returning to the sun on the top, and a rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan below. The yellow crane cannot fly past, and the ape clings to it to overcome its sorrow. There is a lot of green mud, and there are nine twists and turns in the rocky mountains with a hundred steps. Mon went to the Lijing Well and raised his head and breathed, and he sat with his hands on his back and sighed.
When will you return from your journey to the west? Afraid of the unreachable rocks. But I saw mourning birds calling ancient trees, and male and female flying around the forest. I also heard Zigui crying about the moon at night and worrying about the empty mountains. The difficulty of the road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky, which makes people wither their beauty! Even if the peaks are gone, the sky is not full, and withered pines hang upside down against the cliffs. The turbulent waterfalls are noisy, and the cliffs turn to rocks and thousands of valleys are thundered. The danger is also like this. People who have traveled far away have come here for nothing!
The sword pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei. One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it. Those who were guarding or robbing relatives turned into wolves and jackals. Avoid tigers in the morning and snakes at night; grind your teeth and suck blood, killing people like numbness. Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early. The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky. I turned to the west and looked to the west, sighing.
Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion by Wang Bo
The time is September, and the preface belongs to the third autumn. When the water is gone, the cold pond is clear, and the smoke condenses and the mountains are purple at dusk. I'm on the road, visiting the scenery in Chong'a; I'm near the emperor's son's Changzhou, and I've found the old pavilion of heaven and man. The mountains are towering with greenery, and the sky rises above them; the flying pavilions flow with elixirs, and there is no ground below. Heting and Fuzhu are the lingering memories of poor islands; Guidianlan Palace is the shape of hills and mountains.
Wearing an embroidered gate, looking down at the carved beast, the mountains are wide and the plains are vast, and the rivers and lakes are so vast that they are horrified. Luyan rushes to the ground, the bells ring and the cauldrons are home; the boat is in the water, and the boat is the green bird and yellow dragon. The clouds are gone and the rain is clear, and the color is bright. The setting clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water and the long sky are the same color. The fishing boat sings late, and the sound is heard on the Pengli shore; the wild geese are frightened by the cold, and the sound is broken by the Hengyang Pu.
Encouragement to learn "Xunzi"
The gentleman said: Learning can't be done anymore.
Green, derived from blue, and green from blue; ice, derived from water, and cold from water. The wood is straight in the middle of the rope. It's like a wheel, and its music is in order. Although there is violence, those who no longer stand up are the ones who make it happen. Therefore, if wood is supported by a rope, it will be straight; if metal is sharpened, it will be beneficial; if a gentleman is knowledgeable and examines himself every day, he will know how to act without making mistakes.
I spend the whole day thinking about it, which is not as good as what I learned in a moment; I stoop and look at it, but it is not as good as climbing up to gain broad insights. When you climb high and make moves, your arms are not lengthened, but the sight is far away; when you call along the wind, the sound is not faster, but the sound is louder when heard.
A fake horse is not good at running a thousand miles; a fake boat is not capable of running water, but it can cut off rivers. A gentleman is born without exception, and is good at fake things.
When soil accumulates, mountains become, wind and rain flourish; when water accumulates, abyss forms, dragons emerge; when good deeds accumulate, virtue becomes, and the gods are satisfied with themselves, and the holy heart is prepared. Therefore, if you do not accumulate steps, you cannot reach a thousand miles; if you do not accumulate small streams, you cannot reach a river or sea. A horse can't take ten steps with one leap; a horse can ride ten times without giving up its merits. If you persevere, the rotten wood will not be broken; if you persevere, the metal and stone can be carved. Earthworms don't have sharp claws and teeth, nor strong bones and muscles. They eat earth and drink from the underworld. They have the same intention. A crab with six knees and two pincers is not a snake and eel whose cave has nothing to rely on, so it is a sign of impatience.
The teacher said Han Yu
The ancient scholars must have teachers. A teacher is the one who preaches the truth, receives karma and resolves doubts. People are not born with knowledge, how can they be free from confusion? If you are confused and do not follow the teacher, it is confusion, and you will not be able to understand it in the end. Those who were born before me, they heard the Tao before me, and I learned from them; those who were born after me, they heard the Tao before me, and I learned from them. My teacher, do you know who was born to me one year or another? Therefore, there is neither high nor low, neither long nor short. Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists.
Sigh! It’s been a long time since teachers’ teachings were passed on! It’s hard to be free from confusion! The ancient saints were also far away from others, and they still asked if they were teachers. Today's people are also far away from the saints, and they are ashamed to learn from their teachers. Therefore, the saint will benefit the saint, and the fool will benefit the fool. Is this why saints are saints and fools are fools? If you love your son, you will choose a teacher and teach him; if you are concerned about your son, you will be ashamed of the teacher and confused. The boy's teacher teaches the readers the book and then learns its sentences. This is not what I call the person who teaches him the way and solves his confusion. I don't know how to read a sentence, I don't understand the confusion, maybe it's a teacher, or it's not a good one. I haven't seen the clarity from elementary school. A man of witchcraft, medicine, music and craftsmanship, he is not ashamed to be a physiognomist. The clan of scholar-bureaucrats would gather in groups and laugh at those who said "master" or "disciple". When asked, he said: "He is similar to that year, and the Tao is similar. A low position is shameful, and a high official is close to flattery." Woohoo! It can be seen that the teacher's way is no longer restored. Gentlemen despise a man who is a man of witchcraft, medicine, music and craftsmanship, but now his wisdom is beyond his reach. How strange that is!
The sage is the teacher of impermanence. Confucius studied under Tanzi, Changhong, Xiang and Laodan. The disciples of Tanzi were not as wise as Confucius. Confucius said: If three people are walking together, there must be my teacher. Therefore, the disciple does not have to be inferior to the master, and the master does not have to be better than the disciple. There is a priority in learning the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art, that's all.
Zi Pan, a seventeen-year-old son of the Li family, was fond of ancient prose and was familiar with all the classics and biographies of the six arts. Yu Jiaqi was able to practice the ancient way and wrote "Shi Shuo" to teach him.
A Fang Palace Fu by Du Mu
The six kings are finished, the four seas are one, the Shu Mountain is Wu, and A Fang comes out. It was covered for more than three hundred miles and isolated from the sky. Lishan is built in the north and turns west, going straight to Xianyang. The two rivers flowed into the palace wall. Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to the pavilion; the waist of the corridor is unobtrusive, and the eaves and teeth are high; everyone is holding on to the terrain and fighting each other. Panpan Yan, Huan Yan Yan, honeycomb water vortex, I don't know how many tens of millions of them have fallen. The long bridge is lying on the waves, what's the point? If you resume the Tao and walk in the sky, what will happen if you don’t fly? Confused about high and low, not knowing west or east. The singing stage is warm and the spring light is warm; the dance hall is cold and the wind and rain are miserable. Within a day, from one palace to another, the weather is not uniform.
Concubines, concubines, princes and grandsons, resigned from the palace downstairs, came to Qin in a chariot, sang in the morning and played music at night, and became a member of the Qin Palace. The stars are shining brightly, and the makeup mirrors are opened; the green clouds are disturbing, and the servant girls are combing at dawn; the Wei River is swollen and greasy, and the fat and water are discarded; the smoke is slanting and the fog is horizontal, and the peppers and orchids are burning. The thunder suddenly startled me, and the palace chariots passed by; I heard the winding of wind and wind in the distance, but I didn't know where it was. Every muscle and every face, his expression is extremely radiant, and he is far-sighted and looks lucky. He has not been seen for thirty-six years. The collections of Yan and Zhao, the management of Han and Wei, and the elites of Qi and Chu, for several generations and years, they plundered their people and piled them up like mountains; once they were no longer available, they were lost to them. Dings, clangs, jade, gold nuggets, beads and gravels are thrown away in the winding winds, but the people of Qin regard them with no pity.
Sigh! The heart of one person is the heart of thousands of people. Qin's love is extravagant, and people also miss his family. How can you take all the baht and use it like sand? There are more pillars supporting the building than there are farmers in Nanmu; there are more rafters erecting beams than there are workers on the machine; there are more phosphorus on nail heads than there are grains of millet in Yu; there are more jagged joints in tiles than there are silk threads all over the body; there are more straight rails and horizontal sills. , more than the city walls of the Nine Lands; the orchestral music is hoarse, more than the words of the city people. It makes people in the world dare not speak out but dare to get angry; the hearts of independent men become increasingly arrogant and stubborn. The garrison soldiers shouted, the letter was lifted, the Chu people fired their torches, the pitiful scorched earth!
Woohoo! Those who destroy the six kingdoms are the six kingdoms, and they are not Qin; those who belong to Qin are Qin, and they are not the world. Sigh! If the six countries love their own people, it will be enough to reject Qin; if Qin loves the people of the six countries again, he will be king for three generations and will be king for ten thousand generations. Who can win and his family will be destroyed? The people of Qin had no time to mourn for themselves, so that future generations would mourn for them; if future generations mourned without taking note of it, they would also cause future generations to mourn for future generations again.
The Theory of the Six Kingdoms Su Xun
The six kingdoms were destroyed because it was not the military that was disadvantageous, but the war was not good, and the disadvantage was that it bribed Qin. Bribing Qin and losing its strength is the way to destruction. Or say: The six countries lost each other and took Qin Ye to bribe him? Said: Those who don't bribe will lose with bribes. They will lose strong support and cannot finish alone. Therefore, it is said that the disadvantage lies in bribing Qin.
In addition to conquering Qin, if it is a small one, it will win a town, and if it is a large one, it will win a city. Compared with Qin's gains, those who won from victory were actually a hundred times as much as those who won from victory; the deaths of princes were actually a hundred times as much as those who lost in defeat. Then the great desires of Qin and the great troubles of the princes are not in war. Si Jue's ancestor, exposed to the frost and dew, cut down the thorns to have a sizeable land. The descendants do not cherish it and give it to others, just like discarding grass and mustard. Cut five cities today, cut ten cities tomorrow, and then have to sleep well overnight. He started to look around the surrounding areas, and the Qin soldiers arrived again. However, the land of the princes is limited, and the desire to tyrannize the Qin is insatiable. As the envoys become more numerous, the invasion becomes more urgent. Therefore, the victory between the strong and the weak has been determined without fighting. As for subversion, that's natural. The ancients said: "The Qin is interested in the land, just like holding firewood to put out a fire. If the firewood is not exhausted, the fire will never be extinguished." This is true.
The people of Qi did not try to bribe Qin, but after the five kingdoms were finally removed and destroyed, why? It is to win but not to help the five countries. The five countries were in mourning, and Qi was also in mourning. The rulers of Yan and Zhao had long-term strategies, were able to defend their land, and would not bribe Qin with justice. Therefore, although Yan was a small country and then perished, this was due to the effectiveness of its military. Zhi Dan took Jing Qing as a plan and soon caused disaster. Zhao Chang fought against Qin five times, losing two and winning three. Later Qin attacked Zhao again, but Li Mulian resisted. Jie Mu was punished for slander, and Handan was made a county. It was a pity that he used force but did not end. Moreover, when the Qin Revolution at Yanzhao was completely destroyed, it could be said that their intelligence was lonely and they were defeated and perished. They had no choice but to do so. The Three Kingdoms each love their own land, Qi people should not be attached to Qin, assassins can not do it, but good generals are still there, then the number of winners and losers, and the principles of survival, should be compared with Qin, or it may not be easy to measure.
Woohoo! By bribing the land of Qin, making the world's advisers, serving Qin's heart, tribute to the world's talents, and striving to the west, I fear that the people of Qin will not be able to swallow its food. Sad husband! With such a trend, it was robbed by the Qin people's accumulated prestige. The sun and the moon cut off, and they tended to perish. Those who serve the country will not be robbed by those who accumulate prestige!
The Six Kingdoms and Qin are both vassals. Their power is weaker than that of Qin, but they still have the potential to win without bribery. Gou thinks that the world is so big, and the story of the ruin from the Six Kingdoms is that it is under the Six Kingdoms again.
A Note on Traveling to Baochan Mountain by Wang Anshi
It is flat and open below, with a spring coming out from the side, and there are many people who record their travels - the so-called front cave.
Five or six miles up the mountain, there is a cave that is slim and very cold when you enter it. If you ask about its depth, it will be difficult for those who like to swim. It is called the back cave.
I and the four others held fire to get in. The deeper they went in, the harder it was to get in, and the more amazing they saw. If someone is lazy and wants to come out, he will say: "If you don't come out, the fire will be gone." Then he will come out with him. For those who have gone there, they are not as good as those who travel well. However, if you look at the left and right, there are very few people who come and remember them. If the cover is deep, the height will be reduced. At this time, the remaining strength is still enough to penetrate, and the fire is still enough to illuminate. Now that it has come out, I may blame the person who wanted to come out, but I also regret that it followed and deprived me of the joy of traveling.
So I sighed. The ancients often gained something when they looked at the heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, vegetation, insects, fish, birds and beasts, because of the depth of their thoughts and their omnipresence. If the enemy is close, there will be many tourists; if the danger is far, there will be few tourists. The grandeur, weirdness, and extraordinaryness of the world often lie in the dangers and distances, and they are rarely accessible to people, so only those who are determined cannot reach them. If you have ambition, you won't be able to achieve it if you don't follow it, but if you don't have enough strength, you won't be able to achieve it. If you have ambition and strength, but don't be lazy, you won't be able to reach it even if it is dark and confusing and there is nothing to show it. However, if you are strong enough to achieve something, you can ridicule others, but you have regrets for having done it; if you try your best and fail to achieve it, you can have no regrets. Who can ridicule you? The rest is earned.
Previous Red Cliff Ode by Su Shi
In the autumn of Renxu, in the seventh month, Su Zi and his guests were boating under Red Cliff. The breeze comes slowly and the water waves are calm. Lifting wine to the guests, reciting poems about the bright moon and singing graceful chapters. After a while, the moon rose above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights. White dew flows across the river, and the water reaches the sky. Even though a reed is like this, thousands of hectares are at a loss. The vastness is as if Feng Xu is riding the wind without knowing where it stops; the flutteringness is as if he is left alone in the world, becoming an immortal and ascending to immortality.
So they drank and had a lot of fun, and sang along to the boat. The song goes: "The osmanthus sticks are covered with orchid oars, hitting the sky is bright and tracing the stream of light. It is dim and vague, and I look forward to the beauty in the sky." There is a guest who plays the cave flute, and he sings along with it. His voice was whining, like resentment, admiration, weeping, complaining, and the lingering sound was lingering like a wisp. The lurking dragon dances in the secluded ravine, and the concubine weeps in the lonely boat.
Su Zi was stunned. He sat upright and asked the guest: "Why is this so?" The guest said: "'The moon and stars are sparse, and the black magpie flies south.' Is this not a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking west Xiakou, looking east to Wuchang, the mountains and rivers are close to each other, and the sky is green. Isn't this what Meng De was trapped in Zhou Lang? Drinking by the river, writing poems across the river. How are we, the heroes of this generation, safe now? Kuangwu and his son were fishing and woodcutting on the river, hanging out with fish and shrimps, and making friends with elk. They rode a small boat and held up bottles to meet each other. I send the mayflies in the sky, a drop in the vast ocean. I feel sorry for the infiniteness of my life. I carry the flying fairy to fly, and I know it is unexpected, and it is left in the sad wind. " /p>
Su Zi said: "Do guests also know that the water and the moon are like this? Those who have passed away are like this, but they have not yet passed away; those who are full and empty are like that, but their soldiers are not waxing and waning. Look at the changes in Gaijiang and others. , but heaven and earth could not last for a moment; from the perspective of being unchanging, things and I are endless, so why envy me! Between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner, even if it is not my possession, even a tiny bit. Don’t take it. But the cool breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be heard by the ears and become colors by the eyes. They can be taken without restraint and used inexhaustibly. They are the endless treasures of the Creator, and I and my son have them. It's all right."
The guests smiled happily, washed their dishes and drank more. The food was all gone and the cups and plates were in a mess. The couple and their pillows were spread out in the boat, unaware of the whiteness of the east.
Chen Qing Biao Li Mi
The secret words of the minister: I provoked you with danger, and I encountered the evil of Min. When the child was born in six months, his loving father realized his disapproval; when he was four years old, his uncle took away his mother's will. Grandmother Liu Minchen was lonely and frail, so she raised her personally. I have a lot of diseases, I can't do it at the age of nine, and I am alone. As for the establishment. There are no uncles, but brothers. If the door is weak and the family is weak, there will be no children in the evening. There are no close relatives outside, and no five-foot-tall child inside who answers the door. He stands alone, with shadows hanging from each other. However, Liu Suying was sick and often had to give birth in bed. The ministers served him with decoctions and medicines, but he never gave up.
Catch the holy pilgrimage and bathe in Qinghua. The former prefecture minister Kui Chachen was filial and honest, and the later governor minister was honored to be a scholar. The minister said that he had no master to support him, but he refused to die. The imperial edict is issued, and I pay homage to my doctor. To seek favor from the country, remove ministers and wash horses. I am humble enough to serve in the East Palace. I cannot report the death of my minister. Ministers use their appearance to hear news, but they do not take office after resigning.
The edict is severe and severe, and the ministers are blamed for being careless. The prefectures and counties are persecuting and urging ministers to go to the road; the state ministers are eager to spark fire when they come to the door. If the minister wants to follow the imperial edict and run fast, Liu's illness will become worse; if he wants to obey his personal feelings, he will be told not to do so: the minister's advance and retreat will be really embarrassing.
The Fuwei Holy Dynasty governed the world with filial piety. When I am still old, I am still educated with care; especially when I am lonely and lonely. Moreover, I have been a minor official in the fake dynasty, and I have held various positions in Lang's office. I am a high-ranking official, and I do not care about my reputation. Today, my country has been destroyed and I am a lowly prisoner, no matter how humble or humble. I have been promoted, favored and blessed with good fortune, so I dare not linger and have any hope. But the sun is thinning in the west, the breath is dying, the life is in danger, and the day is not worried about the day. If I had no grandmother, I would not be able to live to this day. If I had no grandmother, I would not be able to live out my remaining years. Mother and grandson are dependent on each other, so they cannot be separated from each other.
Chen Mi is forty-four this year, and grandma Liu is ninety-six this year. Therefore, the days for me to pay tribute to Your Majesty are long, but the days for repaying Liu's support are short. It's a private love affair with a black bird, and I'm willing to beg for support. The hard work of the minister is not only seen by the people of Shu and the shepherds of the two states, but also by the emperor and the empress. May your Majesty be sympathetic to the foolish and sincere, and listen to the ministers' small ambitions. Concubine Liu was lucky enough to survive for more than a year. When you are alive, you should be dead, and when you are dead, you should be weeded. I cannot bear the fear of dogs and horses, so I would like to pay my respects and listen to it.
The Biography of Qu Yuan and Sima Qian
Qu Pingji, the king, was not interested in listening to it, the frame-up obscured the light, the evil tune harmed the public, and the uprightness was not tolerated, so he wrote it with sadness and meditation. "Li Sao". "Li Sao" means "Li Sao". Heaven is the beginning of human beings; parents are the foundation of human beings. When people are poor, they go against their roots. Therefore, when you are extremely tired from work, you may not stop calling to Heaven; when you are sick, painful, and miserable, you may not stop calling your parents. Qu Ping went straight on the right path, devoted his loyalty and wisdom to serve his king, and slandered the world. He was poor. If you are trustworthy but you are doubted, if you are loyal but you are slandered, how can you not feel resentful? Qu Ping's "Li Sao" is based on self-pity. He was called Emperor Ku at the top, Qi Huan at the bottom, and Tang and Wu were mentioned in the middle to clarify world affairs. The morality of the Ming Dynasty is widely respected, and the order of governance is endless. His writing is simple, his words are subtle, his ambition is clean, his actions are honest, his writing is small but his meaning is great, his examples are short but their meaning is far-reaching. His ambition is pure, so he is called "Fang Wu"; his behavior is honest, so he will not tolerate death. From the dredging mud, the cicada is sloughed off from the filth, except for the floating dust, and does not get the filth of the world, and is immersed in the mud but not soaked. To push forward this ambition is to compete with the sun and the moon.
Pipa Play (Excerpt) Bai Juyi
Who is asking about the pipa in secret? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet.
After calling for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sound and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, it was a colorful dress at first and then six. The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts out, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.
I sighed when I heard the pipa, and I sighed again when I heard the words. We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before?
I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply. It's so sad that it's not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again.
Who cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet.
Reciting 60 articles for the Guangdong Provincial College Entrance Examination (exam order)