The poems and paintings of red poems are as follows:
1. "Spring Outlook" by Du Fu.
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.
2. "Wangque Terrace" by Qi Jiguang.
After ten years of driving across the sea, the sea is cold, and I am alone looking at Chenluan here. Fanshuang is full of painstaking efforts, sprinkled on Qianfeng Qiuyedan.
3. "Yebo Water Village" by Lu You.
The feathers and arrows on the waist have withered for a long time, and the breath has not yet been recorded. I am as good as the desert, how can you cry in the new pavilion? If you serve your country, you will die thousands of times, and your temples will never be green again. Remember the place where the boat is in the rivers and lakes, lying down to hear the news and the wild geese falling in the cold pavilion.
4. "Reflections on the Beginning of Spring" by Yu Qian.
Every year comes with gray hair and new hair, and spring will come again in a hurry. The bottom of the Guanhe River is empty and there are no guests, and the years are ruthless and do not lend money to anyone. An inch of loyalty is devoted to serving the country, and two lines of clear tears are made for missing family members. It's hard to entertain myself when I'm lonely and intense, and I have a golden plate full of five toxins.
5. "Inscription on the Wall in Prison" by Tan Sitong.
Looking at the door and checking in, I thought of Zhang Jian, and waited for Du Gen for a moment. I am smiling towards the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact.
6 "Manjianghong·Writing Feelings" by Yue Fei.
I was so angry that I leaned against the railing and the rain stopped. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and he will be filled with sorrow. The shame of Jingkang is still not over. When will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed? Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.
7. "Congratulations to the Bridegroom: Meeting with the Same Father and Replying to Him in Rhyme" by Xin Qiji.
The boss can say that now, Yuanlong smells bad and Meng Gong is involved. I, the sick man, came to sing and drink loudly, causing the snow to fall from the top of the building. Laugh at the wealth and honor that are as close as hair. Who will listen to the hard words? I remember that at that time, there was only the moon in the west window. I drank wine again and played the harp again. Things were the same and people were different.
8. "Send Wei Da to Join the Army" by Chen Ziang.
The Xiongnu were still not destroyed, and Wei Jiang returned to the army. I say farewell to the three rivers and chase the heroes of the six counties. Yanshan Mountain crosses the north, and the fox plug connects to the clouds. Don't let Yan Ran come up, but leave Han generals to do their best.
9. "Taking Fish·Can Eradicate Storms" by Xin Qiji.
It can also eliminate several storms, and spring returns in a hurry. Cherish the spring and fear that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless red flowers. When I live in spring, I see that there is no way back for the fragrant grass at the end of the world. I complain about the spring without saying a word, but I can only be diligent, painting the eaves with cobwebs and flying catkins all day long. It's a long-term affair, but the best date is wrong.