1. Are there any more beautiful ancient Chinese poems?
I hope it can be helpful to you~~~ If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind sad like a painted fan?
I will use my whole life of fireworks to exchange for your lifetime of confusion. The street is long, the fireworks are numerous, you turn on the light to look back, the pavilion is short, the world is rolling, I sigh again.
How many beauties are haggard, how many lovesicknesses are broken, but only blood is left to stain the ink and cry in the grave. The boundless earth can be destroyed with one sword, and where is the bustling music and singing.
Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will fall into reincarnation just because of your smile.
I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song. Listen to the strings break, cut off those three thousand obsessions.
The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. I am happy for you, but you don’t know it. In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves on them that would captivate the city and the country.
Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die. Like beautiful flowers, time flies like a fleeting time. We can go back to the past, but we cannot go back to the beginning.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a solitary tomb, with no place to express desolation. Butterflies are beautiful, but they cannot fly across the sea.
Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever. At both ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other.
Destinations come together and dissipate like water, carrying the world on their backs, just for one sentence, waiting for the next meeting. Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch from generation to generation; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed.
My heart is slightly moved, but my love is far away. Things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is different, and the past cannot be pursued. Maybe it's the marriage in the previous life, maybe it's the fate in the next life. The mistake of meeting each other in this life only adds to a fruitless grudge.
Year after year, day after day, autumn after autumn, one generation urges the other, one gathering and one parting, one joy and one sadness, and a lifetime of dreams. It's just because I feel that you look back on me that it makes me think about your days and evenings.
One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person. 2. Very nice ancient poems or prose
"Jiangchengzi" by Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are so vast that I will never forget them without thinking about them.
A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, there is no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not recognize each other, our face will be covered with dust and our temples will be like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine trees.
"Bu Shuzi" Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I don’t see you. I drink water from the Yangtze River.
When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
"Yan Qiu Ci"
Yuan Haowen
Asking what love is in the world, it directly teaches the promise of life and death.
Traveling all over the world, Lao Wing has been experiencing the cold and heat several times.
Happiness is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children in it.
You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, only the shadow is going to whom.
On Hengfen Road, the loneliness was like the flute and drum, and the desolate smoke was still plain.
How come the ghosts of the mountains cry secretly in the wind and rain?
The sky is also jealous, and if you don’t believe it, the birds and swallows will all turn into dust.
For thousands of years, in order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu. 3. The beautiful ancient poems contain names
In the long street pavilion, the fireworks are blooming, I turn on the lamp to look back, the moon is like a shuttle, the world is rolling, you sigh again and listen to the broken strings of the piano, only regretting that separation is difficult to live in the clouds and sunny days. Yuanqi, I will give you three fireworks to change your life of confusion. Use me to give you three fireworks to give you a lifetime of confusion.
——Pu Songling's "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" Life is like a dream. It is better not to encounter more than to encounter less. ——Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Ci" Half a lifetime of duckweeds has passed away, and a night of cold rain has buried famous flowers.
——Nalan Rongruo's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi" The fishes are sinking and the wild geese are falling, the birds are making noises, and the flowers are shy and the moon is quivering with sadness. ——Tang Xianzu's "The Peony Pavilion" But don't miss each other, the Peony Pavilion is on the road to three lives.
——Tang Xianzu's "The Peony Pavilion" is like a flower and a beautiful family, and the years are like a fleeting time. It's time to look around and feel sorry for yourself in the secluded boudoir.
——Tang Xianzu's "The Peony Pavilion" A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for two ecstasies. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring? ——Nalan Xingde's "Hua Tang Chun" Life is just like the March flower, which I will cherish all my life.
It comes like flying flowers and disperses like smoke. I don’t know the limit of my years when I am drunk. ----"Yunhuang · Just like the first meeting" If life is only like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan.
It’s easy to change an old person’s heart, but it’s easy to change an old person’s heart. The words of Lishan are half past midnight, and the rain and bells are filled with tears and no regrets.
How lucky is the handsome man in brocade to wish for that day with wings and branches. ——Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Ci·Naigu Jue Jue Ci Cambodian Friends" Hold your son's hand and grow old with him.
----"The Book of Songs" The peach blossoms shine brightly. When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family.
---- "The Book of Songs" Qingqing Zijin, lingering in my heart, even if I don't go, Zi Ning will not inherit the sound. ——The Book of Songs "The Book of Songs" I will see this beloved man today and on any night. 4. Looking for some beautiful ancient articles
"Yueyang Tower" In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing was relegated to Baling County.
In the next year, the government was harmonious and all kinds of wastes were prospered. The Yueyang Tower was rebuilt, its old structure was added, and poems and poems by Tang Xian and modern people were engraved on it, and I wrote a composition to record it. I watched my husband Baling's victory in a lake in Dongting.
It holds the distant mountains and swallows the Yangtze River. It is a vast and boundless river. It is bright in the morning and overcast in the evening, and the weather is endless. This is the grand view of the Yueyang Tower, which has been described by predecessors. However, it is connected to Wu Gorge in the north and Xiaoxiang in the South Pole. Migrant poets and poets often meet here, and the feeling of looking at the things is the same? If the rain is falling and the moon is not open; the wind is howling and the turbid waves are emptying; the sun and stars are shining dimly and the mountains are hidden; the business trip is not going well and the rafts are falling and being destroyed; the dusk is dark and the tigers are roaring and the apes are crying; if you climb the tower, then There are those who are nostalgic for their country, worried about slander and fear of ridicule, their eyes are full of desolation, and they feel extremely sad.
When spring comes and the scenery is bright, the waves are calm, the sky above and below is bright, a vast expanse of blue; sand gulls gather in the air, brocade scales swim, and the shore is covered with orchids, lush and green. Or when the long smoke disappears, the bright moon shines thousands of miles away, the floating light leaps into the gold, the silent shadow sinks into the jade, and the fishermen answer each other's songs, how wonderful is this joy! When you climb the tower, you will feel relaxed and happy, forget all the favors and disgrace, and enjoy the wine in the wind, feeling overjoyed.
Ouch! Why should I try to seek the benevolent heart of the ancients or do something different from the two? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself. If you live high in the temple, you will worry about the people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about the king. It is also worrying to advance, and to be worried when retreating; but when will there be joy? He must say: Worry first when the world is worried, then rejoice when the world is happy! Alas! Weisi people, who can I return to? 5. Beautiful poems or classical Chinese
Die Lian Hua
Liu Yong
Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is soft, looking at the spring sorrow, the gloomy sky. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word to say who will be silent.
I plan to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
Yu Linling
Liu Yong
The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to leave in the place of nostalgia. 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.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them!
Sapphire Case · New Year's Eve
Xin Qiji
The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain.
BMW’s carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.
The golden strands of moth snow and willow trees are filled with laughter and hidden fragrance.
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.
Chou Nuer·The middle wall of Shubo Mountain Road
Xin Qiji
The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words.
Now that I know all the sorrow, I can’t stop talking. I wanted to give up, but I said it was a cool autumn!
Nanxiangzi·Dengjingkou Beigu Pavilion is pregnant
Xin Qiji
Where can I look at China? Beigu Tower is full of scenery. How many things have happened through the ages? long. The Yangtze River is endless.
The young man Wan Dou sat down and broke off the war in the southeast. Who is the rival of the world's heroes? Cao Liu. Having a son should be like Sun Zhongmou.
Breaking the spell·composing a heroic poem for Chen Tongfu
Xin Qiji
When he was drunk, he lit up the lamp to read the sword, and dreamed of the trumpet blowing camp. Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall. Autumn brings troops to the battlefield.
The horse is moving very fast, and the bow is shaking like a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain!
Su Shi
The flowers on the road are blooming and butterflies are flying, and the country is still different from what it was in the past. "Flowers on Moshang"
It is not shameful for a person to wear a hairpin when he is old, but he should be ashamed to wear a flower on an old man's head. "Peony Appreciation at Kichijoji Temple"
The river god is so stubborn that he will not return to the mountain. The god of the river sees something strange and warns me. "Visit to Jinshan Temple"
People are like Qiu Hong coming with a letter, and things are like a spring dream without leaving a trace. "On the 20th of the first lunar month, I went out to the suburbs with Pan Guo Ersheng to look for spring. I suddenly remembered that on the same day last year, we went to the Queen's City to compose poems and preface rhymes."
I don't hate the nine deaths in the southern wasteland. I am here to travel to the wonders of my life! "Crossing the Sea on the Night of June 20th"
A tree in the east column of melancholy is covered with snow, and life can be seen so clearly. "Donglan Pear Blossom"
Everywhere in life is similar, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on slush. "Hezi's Nostalgia from Mianchi"
The laughter gradually disappeared and became quieter, and the sentimental one was annoyed by the ruthlessness. "Butterflies Love Flowers"
There are few willow trees blowing on the branches. Where is there no fragrant grass in the world? "Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them.
"Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the 20th Night of the First Month of Yi Mao"
I want to send thousands of tears of lovesickness, but they cannot be shed, Chu Jiangdong. "Jiang Chengzi"
Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold. "Bu Shuanzi·Huangzhou Dinghui Yuan Residence Works"
Looking closely, it is not poplar flowers, but the tears of separation. "Water Dragon Song"
Looking back to the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I returned. "Ding Feng Bo"
Life is like a dream, a statue returns the moon in the river. "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgic" 6. What are some ancient texts and poems that are very touching and pleasant to read?
If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind so sad?
—— Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Ci·Naigu Juejue Ci Cambodian Friends" The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. Know - Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom.
—— Cen Shen's "Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. ——Li Bai's "Traveling is Difficult Part 1" Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, west wind and thin horses on the ancient road.
—— Ma Zhiyuan's "The Clear Sands of Heaven·Autumn Thoughts" The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. ——Cui Hu's "Ti Capital Nanzhuang" The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
——Wang Anshi's return to "Mooring at Guazhou" It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet" Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
—— Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick. ——Li Bai's "Qing Ping Tiao·Part 1" I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that the high places will be too cold.
——Su Shi's "Shuida Diao Ge Tou·Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival". 7. What are some ancient poems and poems that are very touching and pleasant to read?
Li Bai’s Autumn Wind Poetry The autumn wind is clear, the moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost and startle again.
When will we know each other when we miss each other? It’s embarrassing to be here this night! Entering the door of my lovesickness, you know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness makes you remember each other, and short lovesickness makes you infinite. If I had known that it would be such a stumbling block to people's hearts, why would I not have known each other in the first place. Nalan Xingde took one trip to the Acacia Mountains and one trip to the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, with thousands of tent lights in the dark night.
The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams are gone, and there is no such sound in my hometown. Who cares about the west wind in Huanxi Sha, it is cool alone, the yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed.
Meditate on the past and stand under the setting sun. Don't be frightened by the wine and fall asleep heavily in spring. Gambling on books will make you lose the fragrance of tea.
At that time, it was just commonplace. Su Shi's ten years of life and death in Jiang Chengzi were so uncertain that he could never forget them without thinking about them.
A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, there is no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine trees. The old man in Jiangchengzi chatted like a teenager, holding a yellow hand on his left hand, holding a blue sky on his right hand, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur coat, and riding thousands of horses to roll around a flat hill.
In order to repay Qingcheng, he followed the prefect, shot tigers himself, and watched Sun Lang. What's the problem if you're drunk, your chest is still open, and your temples are slightly frosted? In the cloud of holding the knot, when will Feng Tang be sent? He can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.
The divination operator lived in Dinghui Yuan in Huangzhou and hung sparse paulownia trees when the moon was missing. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
Startled but looked back, no one can forgive him for his hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
Ding Fengbo·Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest. Why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine. 8. Beautiful ancient poems
If life were just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be such a sad painting fan?
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Helping each other is better than forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes.
The bond between life and death is broad, and I will become happy with my son. I will hold my son’s hand and grow old together with my son.
I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it anymore, and I feel haggard for my comfort.
People searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.
The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.
The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder shakes the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you!
I will accompany you thirty thousand times with drunken laughter, but I will not complain about my sorrow.
Even if we meet each other, we should not recognize each other, our face will be covered with dust and our temples will be like frost.
Although the mountain gate is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Momomo!
The carved buildings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed.
In the dream, I didn’t realize that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
I am afraid that the meeting is just a dream.
If you read the red medicine beside the bridge, you will know who you are born for every year.
In a good time and beautiful scenery, who can enjoy the pleasure?
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, how can they be left out in the Qingqiu Festival?
The east wind is evil and joy is thin. A cup of melancholy, a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
I will accompany you for thirty thousand times with drunken laughter, without complaining about my sorrow.
Once upon a time, it was difficult to change the sea, except for Wushan, it was nothing but clouds