Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix"
Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, happiness is thin, and I am full of melancholy. I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!
?Tang Wan's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix"
The world is thin, human nature is evil, and flowers tend to fall when the rain comes and dusk comes. At dawn, the wind has dried, and the traces of tears remain. I want to write down my thoughts, and I talk alone across the fence. Difficult, difficult, difficult!
People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, I am afraid of being asked, so I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide it, hide it, hide it! Xijiang and the Moon in Four Directions Author: Wang Zhe?
It is a pity that people are lost in the east, west, south and north.
I come and go in the world of mortals. Just for fame and profit.
I shake my head alone and don't care, and I am still and solid.
Tao Tao is united and energetic. Yongle is innocent and accurate.
Yu Jia Ao Author: Hou Shanyuan?
< p>The souls of the earth and the souls of heaven cook diligently. The essence of the sun and the marrow of the moon fall in love. The light of the two lights is like electric shock. They are clearly seen. Thousands of golden flowers appear in the jade furnace. All the money is harvested and beaten into pieces. Together, they make exquisite noodles. The dazzling Taixu cooked jade cascade. The divine light is dazzling. The flying pill penetrates into the Tongming Palace.?无衣
(The Book of Songs·Guo Feng·Qin Feng)
How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you.
The king raised his army and repaired my sword and spear, and I share the same enemy with you!
How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. < /p>
The king raised his army, repaired my spear and halberd, and worked with me!
How can I say that I have no clothes? I wear the same clothes as my son.
The king raised his army, repaired me. Jia Bing, go with me!
The Book of Songs is the beginning of ancient Chinese poetry and the earliest poetry collection. It collects poems from the early Western Zhou Dynasty to the middle of the Spring and Autumn Period (11th century BC to 6th century BC). ***311 poems, 6 of which are Sheng poems, that is, they only have titles and no content, called the six Sheng poems (Nanmei, Baihua, Huashui, Youkang, Chongwu, and Youyi), reflecting the early Zhou Dynasty The social outlook for about 500 years to the late Zhou Dynasty.
The author of "The Book of Songs" is unknown, and most of it cannot be verified. It is said that it was collected by Yin Jifu and compiled by Confucius. The Book of Songs was called "The Book of Songs" in the pre-Qin period, or the round number was called "The Three Hundred Songs". It was revered as a Confucian classic during the Western Han Dynasty and was first called the Book of Songs, which is still used today. The Book of Songs is divided into three parts: "Wind", "Ya" and "Song". "Wind" is a ballad from various places in the Zhou Dynasty; "Ya" is a formal song of the Zhou people, and is divided into "Xiaoya" and "Daya"; Song", "Song of Lu" and "Song of Shang".