Author: Li Bai
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, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! .
Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! .
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
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-flowered horse, golden autumn,
Give them to the boy in exchange for wine and share your sorrow forever.
Judging from the name of the poem of Han Yuefu, it belongs to "advocacy song"
Will be needed.
Cen, Shan Cenxun (Nanyang native, author of Yan Zhenqing's Induction Monument of Many Pagodas in Qianfu Temple in Xijing) and Yuan Danqiu (Anlu Daoyou Li).
Bells, drums, jade, wealth, people, etc. ring and set a tripod at the banquet. "A trip to Luoyang, Beijing" "Spend money to leave a guest to sit and wait for the bell to ring."
2 drink the bright moon alone
Lipper
A pot spilled in the greenhouse, and I drank it alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
3 Shuilongyin
Song sushi
The Second Rhyme of Zhang Zhifu's Huayang Ci
Flowers are like flowers, and no one regrets teaching. Passing through the road from home, thinking is ruthless and thoughtful. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. Dream with the wind Wan Li, looking for lang, also be warbler.
I don't hate this flower flying away, and I hate that the West Garden is difficult to compose. Where are the traces when it rains? A pool of ping is broken. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
4 Jiangchengzi
Su Shi
On the twentieth night of my first month in Mao Yi, I remembered my dream.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short pine hill.
5 Yulinling ①
Song Liu Yong
Chilling cries, pavilions late, showers early. Doumen Zhangyin ③ Careless, nostalgic, ④ Lanzhou ruined. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked up. ⑥ I want to smoke thousands of miles, and ⑥ I want to sink into the sky. ⑧
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the new year, pet-name ruby should be a good time to exist in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to. ⑩
6 chaifeng
Song luyou
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No! No! No!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossoms fall. Leisure swimming pool hall. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo! Mo! Mo!
7 manjianghong
Song Yuefei
Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will the courtiers regret it?
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 rivers and mountains, and go to the sky.
8 Yu Meiren
Yu Li
When is the spring and autumn month,
How much do you know about the past?
The small building blew eastward again last night.
The old country can't bear to look back on the mid-Ming Dynasty.
Carved jade should still exist,
Just Zhu Yan' ai.
Ask how sad you can be,
It's just a spring flowing eastward.
9 "ode to the west wind"
Shelley
one
Wild west wind, you are the breath of late autumn,
Because of your invisible existence, dead leaves are scattered everywhere,
Just as the devil sees a wizard, he runs away;
Those dead leaves are black and white, red and yellow,
Like a group of people suffering from the plague, oh, you,
West wind, you let the seeds spread their wings,
Fly to the dark winter bed, lie down coldly,
Like a body buried in a grave until
Your blue Yangchun sister returned home in triumph,
Blow her horn to the sleeping earth,
Accelerating germination is like driving a flock of sheep to eat grass.
Let the mountains and plains be filled with the fragrance of life;
Evil spirit, you are everywhere,
Oh, listen, you're destroying and saving!
two
In your turbulence, in the turmoil at high altitude,
Chaotic clouds are like fallen leaves,
You walk through the Woods from the sky and the ocean.
Shake off the angels who send thunderstorms and lightning;
On the blue surface of the gas wave,
Like the head of a priestess in Dionysus.
Glittering moss, from the hazy horizon
Hanging freely all the way to the top of the sky.
The coming storm,
You are the elegy of dying years,
The night in the quadrangle is the vault of a huge tomb.
It's based on the charm you collect,
But from your solid momentum, it will gush out
Black rain, electric fire, hail; Oh, please listen to me!
three
You, take the blue Mediterranean away from your summer dream.
Wake up, it was asleep by clear water,
I have been lying there, sleeping soundly,
Sleeping next to a rocky island in Bailly Bay,
I saw ancient palaces and terraces in my sleep.
Trembling gently in the waves under the scorching sun,
They are all full of flowers and moss,
The intoxicating smell is indescribable!
Seeing you, the waves of the Atlantic suddenly parted,
Make way for you, deep under the sea,
A muddy jungle with no pulp in its branches and leaves
And countless sea flowers and corals, once recognized.
Your voices, one after another, suddenly trembled with fear,
Trembling, like being robbed, oh, please listen!
four
If I were a dead leaf that you could blow,
If I were a cloud floating with you,
Or the waves that gasp under your power,
Share your strong pulse, relax,
The unrestrained wind, even if it is not as free as you,
Or, if I can be like my childhood,
Travel freely with you in heaven,
Even flying faster than you is not an illusion-
Then I will never beg you like this:
Ah, roll me up! Like rolling waves,
Or like sweeping leaves, or like driving clouds!
I jumped into the thorns of life, and my blood flowed!
The burden of years has bound my soul,
Too much like you: agile, arrogant and unruly.
five
Think of me as a piano, like that forest,
Even if my whole body Ye Er also fell!
Live in harmony with your wild passion
Let me play the vigorous autumn movement with the Woods,
Sad and sweet. Violent elves,
I hope you and my agile soul can blend in!
Spread my dead thoughts all over the universe,
Like dead leaves being driven away to urge new life!
Besides, according to the spell in my poem,
Send my words to all the people in the world,
It's like lighting a spark in a never-ending furnace!
Let the horn of prophecy pass through my lips.
Play to the groggy earth! Oh, the wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
10 ode to the nightingale
My heart is aching, sleepy and numb.
Stab into the senses, like drinking poisonous pigeons,
Like swallowing opium,
So sinking towards the column forget Sichuan:
I'm not jealous of your good luck,
It's your happiness that makes me so happy-
Because in the bright world of the forest,
You, light-winged fairy,
You hide under the lush green and beech trees,
Let go of your voice and sing summer.
Hey, if there's a sip of wine! Nalengcang
An alcoholic liquor stored underground for many years,
When you taste it, it reminds you of a green country.
Think of the goddess of flowers, love songs, sunshine and dancing!
If there is a cup of warmth from the south.
Full of bright red inspiration,
Pearl foam goes out at the edge of the cup,
Dye your lips with purple spots;
Oh, I'm so drunk,
Walk with you and disappear in the dark forest;
Far away, far away, let me forget.
Everything you don't know in the leaves,
Forget this fatigue, fever and anxiety,
This makes people sigh the world of sitting;
Here, youth is pale, haggard and dead,
And "paralysis" has a few white hairs swaying;
Here, a little thinking is full.
Sadness and gray despair,
And "beauty" can't keep the brilliance of bright eyes,
The new love will wither before tomorrow.
Let's go Let's go I want to fly to you,
You don't have to ride in Bowen's car with Dionysus.
I want to spread the invisible wings of poetry,
Although this mind has been sleepy and tired;
Let's go Oh, I went with you!
The night is so gentle and the moon is on the throne.
There are a group of stars around to guard her;
But it's not very bright here,
Except for a ray of sky light carried away by the breeze,
Lush darkness and winding moss paths.
I can't tell what flowers are at my feet.
What fragrant flowers are hanging on the branches;
In the warm darkness, I can only guess.
What incense should be put in this season?
Give this fruit tree, Lin Mang and grass,
This white bitter orange blossom, and the roses in the field,
Violets that are easy to thank in this pile of green leaves,
And the indulgence in mid-May,
This musk rose is full of dew,
It became a harbor infested by gnats on summer nights.
I listened in the dark: Oh, how many times?
I almost fell in love with a quiet death,
I used up all the beautiful words in the poem,
Ask him to spread my breath into the air;
Now, oh, how rich death is:
Die in the middle of the night,
When you pour out your heart
Send out such ecstasy!
You can still sing, but I'll never hear it again-
Your corolla can only sing to the mud grass.
Fairy bird, you won't die!
Hungry generations can't trample on you;
I overheard a song tonight.
Once delighted the ancient emperors and villagers;
Maybe this song has aroused.
Ruth's melancholy heart made her cry.
Standing in a foreign grain field thinking about hometown;
It is this sound that often
Window leaf in wonderland with lost motivation;
A beautiful woman looked at the sinister waves.
Oh, I lost it! This sentence is like thunder.
Wake me up where I stand!
Farewell! Fantasy, this deceitful devil boy,
You can't always play tricks on it.
Farewell! Farewell! The song you complain about
Through the lawn, through the quiet stream,
Slip up the hill; And at this time, it deeply
Buried in a nearby valley;
Is this an illusion or a dream?
That song has passed:-Am I sleeping? Is it awake?