Moshanxi 82-word song 83-word 93-word water tune song head 95-word
Man Fang Ting, 95 words, Klang, Ganzhou people, 97 words, and on the Phoenix stage, I remember playing the flute, 97 words, 98 words.
Manjiang Xie Honghuai
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Yue Fei
Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy!
Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing. When do courtiers hate their guts! Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
Water tune song head ice Chen zhongqiu
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Su Shi
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. 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 will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. 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.
On the Phoenix Platform, I remember playing the flute.
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Li Qingzhao
The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.
Do not rest. If you go back, it's hard to stay even if you read "Yangguan" a thousand times. Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.
Klang Ganzhou Yes, it's raining, it's raining.
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: liuyong
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the surging Yangtze River flows eastward silently.
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time? I think of that beautiful woman, looking up from the gorgeous upstairs, and how many times I mistook the distant boat for the love boat to go home. She will know that I am so sad leaning against the railing, and I am so sad.
2.83 words contain punctuation, describing ancient plum blossom poems. Wang Anshi, a plum blossom, has several branches in a corner, and hanling opens it alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. I heard that the plum blossoms are full of breeze and snowdrifts are all over the four mountains.
How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance? Early plum, Liu Zongyuan rose, high trees, early plum, reflecting Chu Tianbi. The crescent moon floats in Ye Xiang, and first frost is fragrant and white. Give it to Wan Li, just across the mountains and rivers. Why should we comfort distant guests? The title plum is unknown, the north wind hunts and blows people down, and thousands of flowers are withered.
Who can tell the difference between cold plum and cold plum, and let the honeysuckle blossom alone? The newly blooming plum blossoms have long been frozen, and the lonely roots are warm and lonely.
In the old Zita Law tree, a branch opened last night. The wind is too fragrant to disappear, and the bird can see the plain face.
I will be alone next year, and I will start to reflect on Chuntai. Plum blossoms swim in the valley, as far as the branches to the north, and spend late every year.
Do you know Gao Biao Yi Yunjun? When it is covered with snow and ice. Plum blossoms in Wang Mian in March, the east wind blows away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan are as green as drops.
No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. Mei Wangqi is not affected by dust at all, and bamboo fences and huts are willing.
Just because I misunderstood Lin Hejing, I let the poet say this sentence. Xue Mei, Lu Meipo and Xue Mei refused to surrender for the sake of spring, so the poet's pavilion was reviewed.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. Xue Mei and Lu Meipo have the spirit of plum without snow, with snow without poetry.
The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs. /。
3.83 words contain punctuation, describing ancient plum blossom poems. Wang Anshi, a plum blossom, has several branches in a corner, and hanling opens it alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. I heard that the plum blossoms are full of breeze and snowdrifts are all over the four mountains.
How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance? Early plum, Liu Zongyuan rose, high trees, early plum, reflecting Chu Tianbi. The crescent moon floats in Ye Xiang, and first frost is fragrant and white. Give it to Wan Li, just across the mountains and rivers. Why should we comfort distant guests? The title plum is unknown, the north wind hunts and blows people down, and thousands of flowers are withered.
Who can tell the difference between cold plum and cold plum, and let the honeysuckle blossom alone? The newly blooming plum blossoms have long been frozen, and the lonely roots are warm and lonely.
In the old Zita Law tree, a branch opened last night. The wind is too fragrant to disappear, and the bird can see the plain face.
I will be alone next year, and I will start to reflect on Chuntai. Plum blossoms swim in the valley, as far as the branches to the north, and spend late every year.
Do you know Gao Biao Yi Yunjun? When it is covered with snow and ice. Plum blossoms in Wang Mian in March, the east wind blows away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan are as green as drops.
No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. Mei Wangqi is not affected by dust at all, and bamboo fences and huts are willing.
Just because I misunderstood Lin Hejing, I let the poet say this sentence. Xue Mei, Lu Meipo and Xue Mei refused to surrender for the sake of spring, so the poet's pavilion was reviewed.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. Xue Mei and Lu Meipo have the spirit of plum without snow, with snow without poetry.
The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs. /。
4. 168 punctuation hut of ancient poetry was blown by autumn wind (because ancient poetry has no punctuation, symbols are not counted as words. This poem is 164)
Don. Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. 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, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
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. What's the point of getting wet all night?
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
Will enter the wine (this poem 176 words)
Don. Lipper
Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to 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 can drink and drink endlessly.
Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me. (ears pricked up)
A work: ear)
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up. (Less expensive: He Zugui; Never wake up again: I don't want to wake up/don't need to wake up)
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. (Since ancient times.
A work: since ancient times; Pass only: only)
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.
Feng Qiuhuang (word count 170)
Han dynasty. anonymous
There is a beautiful woman, I will never forget her.
I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day.
The phoenix flies high, and the four seas seek to burn.
Helpless beauty, not in the east wall.
Use the piano instead of language. Tell me about it.
When I see Xu Xi, comfort me.
Willing to match virtue with words and work together.
I can't fly, which makes me fall.
Feng Feng returned to his hometown and traveled around the world looking for his death.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today?
There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines.
Why do you want to be a mandarin duck? You are flying!
Burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning.
Who knows in the middle of the night?
My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad.
5. An ancient poem with a title and the author punctuated with 65 words is as follows:
(Title 3+author 2+poem 50+symbol 10)
Dui wine shop
Lipper
Pine nuts inhabit Jinhua and enter Peng Hai safely.
This man is an ancient fairy. Where are the feathers?
The floating and fast-flowing electricity suddenly became dazzling.
Heaven and earth have not changed, but the appearance has changed.
If you refuse to drink, you will be treated with lust.
Datingku
Lipper
Deng Chaoda's pavilion, what a cloud.
Do not distinguish between Chen Zheng Fire and Zou Luyan.
I am looking for catalpa carefully. I am looking up at the sky.
The ancient wood is full of gas, and the pine wind is like five strings.
The map of the emperor finally disappeared and sighed all over the mountains and rivers.
6. Punctuation mark 100 is a famous ancient poem: a moonlight night on a spring river.
Year: Tang Author: Zhang Style: Yuefu
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight by the river?
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I wonder how many people will return every month. Falling flowers shake trees all over the river.