Junior high school students must memorize the complete collection of ancient poems
(1) Although the tortoise has a long life, Cao Cao
Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time. A soaring snake rides on the mist, but ends up in ashes. The old man is brave and ambitious, and his ambition is thousands of miles.
The martyrs are full of ambition in their old age. The period of profit and shrinkage is not only in heaven; the blessing of nourishing happiness can lead to eternal life.
Fortunately, I sing to celebrate the new year.
I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Longbiao was far away and sent this message to Li Bai
When Yang Hua died, his son Gui cried, and he heard that Longbiao passed the Five Streams. I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow the wind to the west of the night.
Huanxisha·Yan Shu
A new song and a glass of wine. Last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set?
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.
Ru Meng Ling·Li Qingzhao
I often remember that the sun is setting in Xiting, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers.
Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.
Visiting my old friend Zhuang Meng Hao
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple·Chang Jian
Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees.
The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart. Everything is silent here, except for the sound of bells and chimes.
The night rain is sent to the north·Li Shangyin
You asked about the return date but it has not yet been announced. The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
Mooring in Qinhuai·Du Mu
The smoke cage is cold, the moon is caged in the sand, and the Qinhuai River is close to the restaurant at night. The merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river.
Passing Songyuan Chenchuiqigongtian·Yang Wanli
Mo Yan has no difficulty in going down the ridge, which makes passers-by like him; just entering the circle of Wanshan, every mountain is ignored. bar.
Impressions of Reading · Zhu Xi
As soon as the half-acre square pond is opened, the skylight and cloud shadows linger. Ask him how he knows this? Come for living water from a source.
(2) Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains·Wu Jun
Smoke is seen coming from the mountains, and the setting sun is glimpsed in the bamboos. Birds fly to the eaves and clouds come out of the window.
Zhuli Pavilion·Wang Wei
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Moon Song of Mount Emei·Li Bai
The half-autumn moon of Mount Emei casts its shadow into the water of Pingqiang River. The clear stream flows towards the Three Gorges at night, and I miss you and go down to Yuzhou without seeing you.
Listen to the flute in Luocheng on a spring night·Li Bai
The sound of someone’s jade flute flies darkly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luocheng. In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who can't help but feel the love of my hometown.
When I met the envoy to Beijing, Cen Shen
Looking eastward from my hometown, the road is long and my sleeves are full of tears. We will meet soon without pen and paper, so I can rely on you to send messages of peace.
Chuzhou West Stream·Wei Yingwu
Only the grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.
Meeting Li Guinian and Du Fu in the south of the Yangtze River
It is common in King Qi's house, and Cui Jiutang heard it several times. It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will meet again when the flowers are falling.
Send Master Lingche to Liu Changqing
The bells of Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple are ringing late. The lotus hat carries the setting sun, and the green mountains alone return to the distance.
Yoke·Zhao Shixiu
It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. I didn't come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.
On Poetry·Zhao Yi
Li Du’s poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, but they are no longer new. Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years.
(3) Changgexing·Han Yuefu
The sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the sun to shine. In the spring of Budeze, all things will be radiant. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of Kunhuanghua will decline. From the east to the sea, when will the rivers return to the west? If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable.
Yewang·Wang Ji
Donggao looks out at dusk, where can I rely on? The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with the setting sun.
Herdsmen drive calves back, hunting horses return with poultry. We care about each other but don't know each other, and we sing long songs and cherish the flowers.
Early cold on the river, Meng Haoran
The difficulty of the tree falls to the wild goose, and the north wind blows and the river is cold. My home is in Xiangshuiqu, far away from Chuyun.
The tears in the countryside are all gone, and the lonely sail can be seen in the sky. I want to ask questions, but the evening is long on the sea.
Looking at Dongting Lake as a gift to Prime Minister Zhang Meng Haoran
The level of the lake in August is too clear. The steam is rising over the Yunmengze, and the waves are shaking the Yueyang Tower.
If you want to help without a boat, you will live in shame and fame. Sitting and watching the fishermen is just a feeling of envy.
Yellow Crane Tower·Cui Hao
In the past, people had taken the Yellow Crane to go there, and the Yellow Crane Tower was vacant in the next place. The yellow crane is gone and never returns, and the white clouds remain empty for thousands of years.
Qingchuan is surrounded by Hanyang trees and luxuriant grasses in Parrot Island. Where is the Rimu Township Pass? The smoke on the Yanbo River makes people sad.
Farewell to a friend, Li Bai
Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds the east city. Every place is separated, and the lonely Peng marches thousands of miles.
The wandering clouds are like a wandering child, and the setting sun is an ancient sentiment. I waved my hand and went away, the zebra chirped.
Autumn Ci·Liu Yuxi
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring.
A crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky, bringing poetry to the dark night.
Lushan Mountain Tour·Mei Yaochen
Suitable for the wild feeling, thousands of mountains are high and low again. The beautiful peaks change everywhere, and the secluded paths are lonely and confusing. .
The frost falls, the bear rises up the tree, and the deer drinks from the stream in the empty forest. Where are they? There is a sound of chicken outside the clouds
Huanxi Sha·Su Shi
At the foot of the mountain, the orchid buds are soaked in the stream, the sandy road among the pines is clean and mudless, and the rain is crowing at dusk.
Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair.
It was stormy on November 4th?·Lu You
Lying stiffly in the isolated village, I did not feel sorry for myself, but still thought about guarding Luntai for my country. Ye Lan lies down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
(4) As a gift to his younger brother Liu Zhen
There are pine trees on Tingting Mountain and a stroke in Sese Valley. How strong the sound of the wind is, how strong the pine branches are!
The frost is miserable, but the whole year is always upright. Wouldn't it be cold? Pines and cypresses have their own nature!
Sent Du Shaofu to Shuzhou·?Wang Bo
The city was built to assist the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke looked forward to Wujin. I want to say goodbye to you, we are both eunuchs.
There are close friends in the sea, and they are like neighbors in the world. If you do nothing, you will be on the wrong road, and your children will be stained with towels.
Climbing Youzhou Taige·?Chen Ziang
No ancients were seen before, and no newcomers were seen after. Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I burst into tears with sadness!
Send Yuan Er Envoy Anxi·Wang Wei
Weicheng is lightly dusted by the morning rain, and the guest houses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Tower in Xuanzhou · Li Bai
Those who abandon me will not be able to keep the days of yesterday; those who disturb my heart will have many worries today. The long winds send autumn geese flying thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building. The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair. They are all full of joy, strong and full of joy, and want to go up to the blue sky to see the bright moon. Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more. Raise a cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow. Life is unsatisfactory in this world, and the Ming Dynasty will be ruined.
In early spring, Zhang Shiba, a member of the Ministry of Water Resources, Han Yu
The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Untitled·Li Shangyin
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
Happy Meeting·Li Yu
I went up to the west building alone without words, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce, and there is no ordinary feeling in the heart.
Climbing Feilai Peak·Wang Anshi
On the Qianxun Pagoda at Feilai Peak, you can hear the rooster crow and see the sun rise. Don't be afraid of the floating clouds covering your eyes, because you are at the highest level.
Qingpingle·Village·Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming, but who is the old lady with gray hair?
The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. What he likes best is that the younger child dies, lying down at the head of the stream peeling off lotus pods.
(5) Cutting wheat·Bai Juyi
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy. At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow. Women and aunts carry baskets of food, children carry pots of pulp and go to the salary fields with them, and young men and women are in Nangang. The foot is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning in the sky.
I am exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but it’s a pity that the summer is long. There is also a poor woman, holding a child beside her, holding an earring in her right hand, and a basket hanging on her left arm. Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad. When all the taxes on the family fields are exhausted, this is left to satisfy the hunger.
What merit do I have now? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry trees. The official salary is three hundred stones, and Yan has more than enough food every year. I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it.
I will never forget it.
Moonlight Night·Liu Fangping
The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is facing the south. Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
Early trip to Shangshan · Wen Tingyun
Starting in the morning to recruit the priests, the travelers were sad for their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao.
The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange blossoms illuminate the post wall. Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond.
Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei·Lu You
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I will let everyone be jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.
Broken Zhenzi·Yan Shu
When Yanzi came to Xinshe, Lihua fell behind Qingming. There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, one or two oriole sounds at the bottom of the leaves, and the flying catkins are light as the sun grows longer.
The girl from the east neighbor smiles cleverly and greets her on the mulberry picking path. I wonder if I had a good spring dream last night. I will win the battle with grass today, and smile will come from my two faces.
Huanxisha·Su Shi
Early flowers are falling on clothes, and the sound of winding wheels is heard in the south and north of the village. Niu Yigu Liu sells cucumbers.
The road is long and the wine is leisurely, but I feel sleepy. When the sun is high, I am thirsty and think about tea. Knock on the door and ask the savages.
Drunken Flower Yin·Li Qingzhao
The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Nanxiangzi·Dengjingkou Beiguting Youhuai·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.
Sheep on the hillside·Nostalgia for the past in Lishan Mountain·Zhang Yanghao
Looking around Lishan Mountain, Afang lit up the torch. Where is the luxury then? I saw only sparse grass and lingering water.
I still hate the mist tree. The nations of Zhou, Qi, Qin, Han, and Chu, if they win, they all turn into dirt; if they lose, they all turn into dirt.
Chao Tianzi·Ching Trumpet·Wang Pan
Trumpet, suona, small tunes and loud tunes. The traffic of official ships is chaotic, and it all depends on you to raise your voice.
The army is worried after hearing it, and the people are afraid after hearing it. Where can I tell what is true and what is false?
What you see blows over this house and hurts that house, just blow all the water and make the geese fly away!
(6) Joining the Army·Yang Jiong
The beacon light shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy. Yazhang bid farewell to the Phoenix Palace, and the iron cavalry circled the Dragon City.
The snow is dark, the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is heavy with the sound of drums. It is better to be a centurion than to live as a single man.
Drinking alone under the moon·Li Bai
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me. For the time being, the moon will be shadowed.
Enjoyment must be extremely spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered. They make love when they are awake, but they disperse when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
Three Poems from Qiang Village (Part 3)·Du Fu
The chickens are crowing wildly, and the chickens are fighting when guests arrive. After driving the chickens up the trees, I heard the sound of knocking on firewood and thorns. Four or five elders asked me about my long journey. Each one has something to carry in his hand, pouring out the turbidity and clearing it up. "The wine tastes weak in my last words, and there is no one to plow the millet fields.
The war has not ceased, and the children are marching eastward." Please sing an old song for your father, and I am deeply moved by the hardships. After singing, they looked up to the sky and sighed, all four of them burst into tears.
Climbing the Tower·Du Fu
It hurts the hearts of the guests to spend time near a high-rise building. It is difficult to climb the tower in all directions. The spring scenery of the Jinjiang River comes to heaven and earth, and the floating clouds of the jade barrier change the past and present.
The Arctic court will never change, and the Xishan bandits will not invade each other. Unfortunately, the empress returned to the temple, and at dusk we chatted about "Liang Fu's Yin".
Moved to the left to Languan to show his nephew Xiang Han Yu
A letter was sent to Jiuchongtian in the morning, and he was demoted to Chaoyang Road eight thousand in the evening. If you want to eliminate evil things for the saint, you are willing to cherish your remaining years!
Where is Yun Heng’s Qinling family? The snow embraces the blue and the horse stops moving forward. I know that you came from afar with some intention, so that you can take me back to the river bank.
Zuomachuan is walking to send Dr. Feng on his expedition to the west, Cen Shen
Don’t you see, Zumachuan is walking by the snowy seaside, and the flat sand is vast and yellow. The wind roared on the September night in Luntai, and the gravel in the river was as big as a bucket.
The rocks were scattered all over the ground in the wind. The Xiongnu grass is yellow and the horses are fat, smoke and dust are seen flying in the west of Jinshan Mountain, and the generals of the Han family are marching west.
The general did not take off his golden armor at night, and the troops fought against each other in the middle of the night. The limelight was like a knife cutting through the face. Horse hair is covered with snow and sweat is steaming, five flowers and coins are swirled into ice, and the grass and inkstone in the curtain are condensed with water. The captive cavalry should be frightened when they hear this, knowing that the soldiers are short-distance and dare not accept it.
The charioteer Ximen stood still to show off his victory.
Looking at the Moon and Feeling·Bai Juyi
The time is difficult and the world is desolate, and the karma is empty, and the brothers are traveling in different places. After the war, the countryside was desolate, and the flesh and blood wandered on the road.
The hanging shadow is divided into thousands of miles of wild geese, and the roots are scattered into Jiuqiu Peng. ***You should shed tears when you look at the bright moon, and your heart will be in the same place all night long.
Yanmen Prefect Xing·Li He
Black clouds are pressing down on the city, about to destroy it, and the light of the armor opens towards the golden scales of the sun. The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, stuffed with swallow fat and the night is purple.
A half-rolled red flag stands near the Yishui River, but the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard. I will report to you on the golden platform and support the jade dragon to die for you.
Send Bao Haoran to Wangguan, East Zhejiang
The water is like the waves in the eye, and the mountains are like the gathering of eyebrows and peaks. I would like to ask pedestrians where to go? The brows and eyes are full of beauty.
I just started to send spring back, and then I sent you back. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch spring, you will live with it.
Bie Yunjian·Xia Wanchun
I have been a tourist for three years, and today I am in Nanguan again. Infinite mountains and rivers tears, who said the world is wide.
It is known that the road to the spring is close, and it is difficult to leave my hometown. On the day when Yipo returns, the spiritual flag can be seen in the sky.
Viewing the Canghai·Cao Cao
To the east is Jieshi to view the Canghai. The water and rivers are rippling, and the mountains and islands stand tall. There are many trees and lush grass.
The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. The movement of the sun and the moon can appear within it; the brilliant stars and stars can appear within it.
Fortunately, I sing to express my ambition.
At the foot of Cibeigu Mountain·Wangwan
The guest road is under the green mountain and the boat is in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I get the hometown letter? Return to Yanluoyang.
Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake·Bai Juyi
To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.
Moon in Xijiang·Xin Qiji
The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.
Seven or eight stars are outside, and two or three rainy mountains are in front of them. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, the head of the stream suddenly appeared when the road turned.
Tianjingsha·Qiu Si Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Wangyue·Du Fu
How about Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young. The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang are cut off at dusk.
Zeng Yun is born in the chest, and the returning bird enters the canthus. You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains.
Chunwang·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.
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields (Part 3) Tao Yuanming
Growing beans At the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is rich and the bean seedlings are sparse. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.
The envoy arrived at the fortress, Wang Wei
The bicycle wanted to ask about the border, but it belonged to the country and passed by Juyan. Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian.
The solitary smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river. When Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he will always protect Yan Ran.
Crossing Jingmen to say goodbye to Li Bai
Crossing the distance outside Jingmen, I came to travel from the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.
Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower. Still feeling pity for the water in my hometown, I send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
Visiting Shanxi Village·Lu You
Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village.
Xiao Gu followed Chunshe near, and his clothes were simple and old-fashioned. From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.
I met Liu Yuxi at the first banquet in Yangzhou.
Bashan Chushui is a desolate place, abandoned for twenty-three years. Nostalgic, I recite the flute poems in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read them, I feel like a dead person.
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees. Today I will listen to a song of Junge, and for the time being I will be refreshed by a glass of wine.
Chibi·Du Mu
The broken halberd sinks in the sand and the iron is not sold, but it will be washed and washed to recognize the former dynasty. Dongfeng doesn't want to be with Zhou Lang, and Tongquechun locks Erqiao deeply.
Crossing the Lingding Ocean·Wen Tianxiang
After a hard encounter, only a few stars fell around in the fight. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs.
Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean. Who has never died since ancient times? Keep your loyalty to reflect history.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Su Shi
When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid of beautiful buildings and beautiful buildings. It’s extremely cold at high places. Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world. Turn to the Zhu Pavilion and look down at the Qihu.
The light is sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.
This is an ancient matter. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Sheep on the hillside·Tong Guan Gu·Zhang Yanghao
The peaks and mountains are like gatherings, the waves are like angry waves, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road inside and outside. Looking at the Western Capital, I hesitated.
Sadly, where the Qin and Han Dynasties traveled, thousands of palaces and palaces were turned into dirt. When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer.
Drinking·Tao Yuanming
The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
Traveling is Difficult (Part 1) Li Bai
Ten thousand dollars worth of wine in a gold bottle, and ten thousand dollars worth of treasures on a jade plate. Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun.
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.
Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai·Gong Zizhen
The sun is setting in the daytime of the mighty sorrow of separation, and the whip is chanting to the east and pointing to the end of the world. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
Bai Xuege sends Judge Wu back to the capital·Cen Shen
The north wind blows the ground and the white grass breaks, and Hutian blows snow in August. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom.
The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin. The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and uncomfortable.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away. The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, lutes and flutes.
The snow falls one after another at the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold. I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the road to Tianshan Mountain was covered with snow.
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
Yu Jia Ao·Qiu Si·Fan Zhongyan
The scenery is strange when autumn comes in the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds ring out from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the lonely city closes.
A glass of dirty wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but there is no plan to return home before it is too late. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people can't sleep, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears.
The Thatched House Was Destroyed by the Autumn Wind·Du Fu
In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled up the triple thatch on my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones are hanging on the forest branches, and the lower ones are floating around the Shentan Valley. A group of children in the south village bullied me into being old and weak, and I was a thief who could not stand it.
I hugged the grass and planted the bamboo, my lips were burnt and my mouth was dry and I couldn't breathe. I came back with a sigh. The wind in Russia fixes the dark clouds, and the autumn colors turn from desert to gray and black. The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside. There is no drying place for the leakage at the bedside, and the rain has not stopped. Since I have lost sleep, I have been wet all night long, so how can I be thorough? There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, and all the poor people in the world will be happy!
Unmoved by wind and rain, it is as peaceful as a mountain.
Woohoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!
Wangjiangnan·Wen Tingyun
After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower. All the thousands of sails that have passed are not the same, and the slanting light and the flowing water are long. Heartbroken Bai Pinzhou.
Jiangchengzi·Mizhou Hunting·Su Shi
I am talking about being a young man, holding a yellow hand on the left and holding a blue sky on the right.
In order to repay the beautiful city, he followed the prefect and shot the tiger himself to see Sun Lang. Drunken and brave, the chest is still open. It doesn’t matter if there is a little frost on the temples! In the cloud of holding the knot, when will Feng Tang be sent?
I can draw the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.
Wulingchun · Li Qingzhao
The wind and dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to go out in a small boat, but I am afraid that the canoe in Shuangxi will not be able to carry many sorrows.
Breaking a spell·Composing a poem for Chen Tongfu·Xin Qiji
While drunk, he lit up the lamp to read the sword, and dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. Eight hundred miles away, the troops under his command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn.
The horse is flying 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!
Guan Ju
Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river continent. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels. There are various water plants flowing left and right.
A graceful lady, I long for her. If you don't get what you want, you will sleep hard and think about it. It's a leisurely journey, tossing and turning.
Pick the waterlilies from left to right. A graceful lady, she is a friend of the piano and the harp.
There are different kinds of waterlilies growing on the left and right sides. The fair lady is played with bells and drums.
Jianjia
Jianjia is green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked.
Travel back from it and you will find yourself in the middle of the water. The jacarandas are luxuriant, and the white dew is still there. The so-called beauty is on the water.
Retrospect and follow it, but the road is blocked and you can advance. If you go back and swim from it, you will feel like you are swimming in the water. The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped.
The so-called beauty is in the water. Follow it back, but the road is blocked and to the right. If you go back and swim from there, you will end up in the water.
Goodbye Xu Zhimo, Cambridge
Gently I left,
Just as I came gently;
I quietly left beckoning,
Farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river,
is the bride in the sunset,
the beautiful shadow in the ripples,
in my heart Ripple.
The green banana plant on the soft mud,
swaying oilily under the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River,
I am willing to be a waterweed!
That pool under the elm shade,
is not a clear spring, but a rainbow from the sky
crushed among the floating algae,
Precipitated rainbow-like dreams.
Looking for a dream? Take a long punt pole,
Sail upstream to where the grass is greener,
Load a boatload of starlight,
Sing songs in the colorful starlight.
But I can’t sing,
Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is today Late Cambridge!
Quietly I left,
Just as quietly I came;
I waved my sleeves,
I won’t take you away A cloud.
November 6, 1928