Lu You, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in the poem Love in Late Spring (Part IV) that he watched a football (cuju) game in Xianyang as a teenager. The poem says: When a young man rides into Xianyang, a stork is as light as a butterfly and as crazy as it is.
Cuju was watched by thousands of people, and the swing was busy all spring.
The scenery is like yesterday, and low ambition only hurts yourself.
There is nothing in Yongdong Zhai. It sweeps the snow behind closed doors and only burns incense. "
Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote a seven-character poem entitled "Corner Arrival Poetry" after watching the "Corner Arrival" (now wrestling) competition held by the imperial court to improve soldiers' martial arts. The poem says:
The wonderful performance in the square will make you smile. When the horn arrived, they gave a banquet and took the class out of the temple to wear flowers.
Wang Jian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote a seven-character poem, which vividly described the "football match" of maids at that time. The poem says:
Tomorrow's makeup powder is always beside the Chaoyang flower tree.
Cold eaters fight for nothing, and money is scattered in the library first. At that time, the "Cuju Movement" played by one person or several people without goals was called "beating in vain".
Water polo was called "splashing water" in Song Dynasty. Song Huizong and Evonne wrote a seven-character poem for this water sport. The poem says:
On the west side of the garden corridor, there are long blue ditches, dense bamboo forests and cool green shadows.
Throw the ball in the water to make a distance, and the meteor shines a little.
Qian Fu, a historian compiled by the Imperial Academy in the Ming Dynasty, once wrote a poem called Cuju, which described the scene of a women's football match. The poem says:
On the spot of Cuju in February, fairy wind blew two beautiful juan.
Sweat stained with powder, flower dew, dust with smoke flying moths and eyebrows.
Jade bamboo shoots hang low in the green sleeves, and golden lotus is exposed obliquely in the red skirt.
After several trips, I felt weak and wished I could not kill the beautiful boy in Chang 'an. "
Cheng Hao, a philosopher in the Song Dynasty, once wrote a poem about chess. The poem says:
Most games are plots, like a plot, you can learn to fight.
There are also Zhou tactics in chariots and horses, all of which have official Chinese names.
Zhong Jun is heavy on all sides, but he reeks lightly outside the river.
But he laughed at himself by chatting with Wen, and he was just as idle as Liu Xiang. "
a rat race
Watch tug-of-war drama
Li Longji
The strong will always be Jia Yong, but he refuses to reach the long river.
If you want to live up to your heroic ambition, you must know that there are many winners and losers.
Noisy, angry.
Estimated age, make peace first.
Tug-of-war folk drama should respect harmony and sanctification.
Zhang said
It's good to drag a hook this year. The streets are all open to the Royal Building.
The long rope is tied to the sun, and the cable is used to pull the river.
Fighting power frequently urges drums, and struggle is even more important.
martial arts
Lady Sun's female disciple danced the dagger song.
Du Fu
A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.
The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.
So, beautiful as a group of emperors.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.
But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.
This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.
When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.
There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.
Fifty years have passed, like the rotation of a palm, wind and dust filled the world and covered the imperial house.
The children in the pear garden are scattered like smoke, and the female music reflects the cold weather.
The south wood of the golden millet pile has been arched, and I seem to hear the hay rattling on the cliff of Qutang.
At the climax of joy, sadness comes with the rising of the eastern moon, China.
And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.
Recite congenital arhat boxing
Damocles didn't say a word, but worked hard.
I want to pray for Buddha through the scriptures, and my pen is dipped in Dongting Lake.