Wang Changling's famous saying:
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. But make Longcheng fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
The moon is high and broad, and shenlin is a dream catcher.
The new sound of pipa dance is always the old love.
Don't worry about string songs, mountains and bright moons will never be empty.
Knowing each other from afar, I don't know how deep the clouds and seas are.
I can't sleep when I'm awake, but it's an honor to be by the river.
A sword travels thousands of miles, but a small body dares to say a word.
The general just stepped into a BMW with a white jade saddle to fight. After the battle, there was only bleak moonlight on the battlefield.
The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other.
You and I went all the way to the green hills in the rain, at the top of the moon in both places?
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
Horses lead horses to drink across the river, the wind is biting, and the autumn wind is like a sword.
Imagine that you are alone in the xiaoxiang moon, listening to the long ape with a melancholy dream.
Hibiscus is not as beautiful as beauty, and the water temple is fragrant.
Whose home is Qiantang River, and the daughter on the river wins thousands of flowers.
Li Shangyin, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, has a famous epigram.
Li Shangyin (A.D. 8 13858), born in western Henan (xi), Fan Nansheng, Han nationality, born in Xingyang (now Xingyang City, Zhengzhou, Henan Province), was a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. He is good at poetry writing, and his parallel prose also has high literary value. He is one of the best poets in the late Tang Dynasty. Together with Du Mu, together with Wen, it is called Wen Li. His poems are novel in conception and beautiful in style, especially some love poems and untitled poems are touching, beautiful and moving, and are widely read. But some poems are so obscure that some poets always love Quincy and hate that no one says Jian Zheng. Caught in the struggle between Niu and Li, I was frustrated all my life. In the fifty-fourth year of Qing Qianlong's reign, Huaiqing County Records recorded that Li Shangyin was buried at the foot of Beishan Mountain in Qingyuan after his death, and his ancestral home was Yongdian, Huaizhou (now Wangzhuang Town, Qinyang Mountain).
Li Shangyin's famous epigram:
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
When I hold the lamp alone, I sing at night.
Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again.
Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice.
On the mountain, I left the palace and went upstairs. In front of the building, the river flows by the palace.
If Zhu Xiao is bright and fixed, a growing tree will be watered.
When Fang Zhan turned to the fifth watch, Liang Yanzi heard a sigh.
Where is mourning Zheng? Sakura Lane hangs on the bank of Yangpan.
There is no place to hang curtains, so I fall down on the bed when I want to dust.
When the twelve songs are dry, the rhinoceros turns to dust and the jade turns to cold.
Don't send a bottle of wine for the time being, don't worry about your frown.
Yulang and the virgin met here and informed the fairy that the virgin wanted to board Zizhi with the fairy.
The sun shines on the screen window, the wind shakes the door and goes against the spring.
There is only parting before the world dies, and the spring breeze strives to cherish the strip.
Chu women were interested at that time, and it was cool.
At first, it moved with the mist in the forest, and it was a little cool at night.
Want to buy sea, a cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Although eternal change of heart is broken, it is not much more than hurting spring.
The stamens are like willow buds and graceful eyes, and the purple bees and butterflies hover, which is more slender.
Hong Yan's early rise was broken, which even surprised the poet and returned to his soul.
Wan Li wept with joy when they met, and the phoenix nest was separated by nine doors.
Samuume is the most offensive thing, because the old one is regarded as the flower that opened last year.
Willow color on the platform, bright or dark-all the roads, willow branches are dancing like young girls.
But only the fallen leaves are at home, and I am flying in the cold clouds?
I heard the sound of stone gongs at dusk, and I leaned all my weight on my slender cane.
In this world, in this dust, how can there be room for human passion? .
If you can't see the people in your hometown, who will accompany you when you are drunk?
Aconitum has long been white in Qin dynasty, but it is not known to the king.
The village was in an emergency, with flags hanging high and wine overflowing. Therefore, the mountain returns to the dream and enters the library first.
The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
A tiger knew a trap from a distance and a fish came to help. Walk slowly and get drunk, and there is loose mash on the adjacent wall.
In spring, the sun is shining and the apricot blossoms in the mountain city are fragrant. When you are in a muddled mood, it is as long as gossamer.
One after another, the spring scenery is unique in the world, and the red is growing westward. Beautiful oriole, if you have tears, please sprinkle me on the beautiful flower on the highest branch.
The guest in the grade room left, Petals, confused in my little garden. The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset. My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry. Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.
The winding path is secluded, colorful, not fragrant or greasy.
Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook.
There are always many twists and turns in a person's life. It is like trying to climb a very high tower, only to find that a higher floor is still ahead.
In spring, the sun is shining and the apricot blossoms in the mountain city are fragrant.
Song in the windy morning, Song in the rainy day, opened and closed thousands of doors.
The prophet is dizzy in the windy month, but the cold flowers still bloom.
Far from home, I don't want to see the scenery in spring.
But only the fallen leaves are at home, and I am flying in the cold clouds?
The north of you is as far as spring; I was too late in Nanling, and the delivery was too late.
Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! .
The yellow leaves are withered, the wind and rain are still destroyed, the noble buildings are rich, and the broad masses of people are playing beautiful dances and impatient strings.
Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain.
I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river and stay in the southwest.
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
Blue candle burns its kingfisher feather lamp, and musk embroiders hibiscus slightly.
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves.
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer.
Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural.
The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.
I can't bear to listen to the pain of spring. Where is the flower branch in Fengcheng?
The yellow leaves are withered, the wind and rain are still destroyed, the noble buildings are rich, and the broad masses of people are playing beautiful dances and impatient strings.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Your kindness flows east like water, and you are in favor and out of favor.
When I cut bamboo at the west window, I talked about the rain in the evening.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.
Narcissus wanted to go to carp, and Furong cried all night.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Looking at the countries and families of former sages, they became thrifty and extravagant.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Excerpt from Yuan Zhen, a famous poet in Tang Dynasty.
Yuan Zhen (779 -83 1), a native of Luoyang (now Luoyang, Henan) in the Tang Dynasty, was a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. Father Yuan Kuan, mother Zheng. He is a descendant of Tuoba, a Xianbei nationality in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the 14th grandson of Shi Yigui. At the age of 25, he became a lifelong poetry friend with Bai Juyi. At the age of 28, he won the first place in the Department of Physical Education. Give examples to illustrate classic judgments and so on. , and edit the school book lang. At the beginning of Yuan Dynasty and Chu Dynasty, the policy should be the first. In the fourth year of Yuanhe (809), he was the governor of the empire. In the first year of Changqing (82 1), he moved to Zhongshu Sheren as imperial academy. He was appointed as an ancient censor, a secretariat of Yuezhou and an observer of East Zhejiang. In the third year of Daiwa (829), he was Zuo Cheng and senior minister.
Yuan Zhen's famous saying:
However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow. No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.
Self-cultivation is not the same as family planning, and seeking Tao is not timely.
In spring, love has a dream of going home, and half of them are hesitant to dream.
Every year, I gradually feel that the old man has lost weight, and he is full of tears and wants to leave Sun Weng. I don't know where I will go before I die. This body will eventually return to this place.
It doesn't mean that there is nothing in front of you, and you don't care about things carelessly.
There will never be waves in the lotus pond, so don't make waves after the wind.
The front door is an empty world, so there is nothing wrong with the world.
Beauty is drunk under the lamp, and waves flow from here to there. The prince was drunk and slept upside down in the bed where the front edge was renewed.
One cup of lewd, ten lamps of courage. Half-baked, self-indulgent, drunk and peaceful.
Half-hoping for dawn and half-ignorance, drunk smelling flowers and sleeping warblers.
Don't be ashamed of others, be ashamed of Lang.
At that time, a hundred flowers were blooming, and I just picked a white flower for you, a woman with white skin. Now I stand quietly like two or three trees, and there is only one poor green leaf to spend the late spring with me.
Dew sunshine makes the chrysanthemum more Feng Run, and its fragrance fills the pool shore, so it never envies the tile pine that is parasitic not very high.
Last year, I met you on the river. I love you very much.
The scenery of the world will be remembered several times, and the mirror before Lingbi Bridge is a hundred miles.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
The famous words of Hanshan, a poet in Tang Dynasty
Hanshan (about 69 1~793) was born in Chang 'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty. He came from an official family and was forced to become a monk after failing many exams. After the age of 30, he lived in seclusion in Tiantai Mountain in eastern Zhejiang, at the age of more than 100. Yan Zhenqing's textual research on Hanshanzi's life even used a lot of historical materials such as Northern History and Sui Shu to prove Hanshan's poems, pointing out that Hanshan was Yang Wen, the son of Yang Zan, a descendant of the Sui Dynasty royal family. Due to the jealousy and rejection of the royal family and the influence of Buddhist thought, he escaped into an empty door and hid in the cold rocks of Tiantai Mountain. This mythical poet of the Tang Dynasty was once ignored by the world. However, with the advent of the twentieth century, his poems are more and more accepted by the world and widely circulated. As he said in his poem: Some people laugh at my poem, and my poem is elegant. No need for Zheng Zhu, no need for Mao Gongjie.
Hanshan's famous saying:
It's a pity that there are mobile people. When there is no leisure in the DPRK, you will not feel old every year.
Water is like a sharp arrow, and the world is like duckweed.
Immortals are hard to find and troubles are endless. Years run like water, and you will be old in an instant.
Life is full of dust, just like a bug in a pot. Walking around all day, never leaving its basin.
If you can't see yourself, you are like a pig lying in a pen. I don't know how to pay my debts, but I laugh at cows.
Three people are stupid, six people are boundless. Love money and lust, evil as a wolf.
A people-oriented country is like a tree falling to the ground. Thick trees are sparse, thin trees are gaunt.
Cleverness is short-lived, stupidity is long-lasting. Blunt things are rich, wake up. Han has no money.
Life and death have a life, and wealth comes from the sky.
You only smell people like ghosts, but you don't see cranes become immortals.
It is said that there is never enough to eat, and it is inevitable to wear cold. A full meal is necessary, and clothes are necessary to keep out the cold. If you don't know how to think, it's hard to ask for Buddha. Returning to the heart is the Buddha, so don't look outside.
If the heart doesn't jump, it will never change. If you can know this, you will know that there is no turning back.
The water is crystal clear and completely natural. There is nothing in the heart, and water clears all animals.
Is reading free from death and reading free from poverty? How to read well? Literacy is better than others.
Just feel free and happy.
It is better to turn a blind eye than to know nothing about the priceless treasure in your heart.
The canopy does not cover the silence, and the spring grows naturally.
Glory can last for a few days, and family members can be close at the same time. Even if there is a thousand pounds of gold, it is better to be poor in the forest.
Sitting alone is often careless and has a long relationship. The mountainside is covered with clouds, and the wind at Taniguchi is blowing. Apes curled up in trees and birds chirped into the forest. When I urge my temples to whisper, I am old, old.
If you have fun, you have fun. Now is the time to lose. Although it is cloudy for a hundred years, it does not exceed 30,000 days.
The sky is high and the earth is thick.
The husband's ambition is as straight as iron, and there is no truth in his heart.
Some people are insatiable, but they don't know that the disaster is in a hundred years.
Withering is not a strong defense, and wind and frost become a disease.
The flower of the morning moves down, and the old people move.
Young people must work hard before and after going to the grave.
The weeping willows are dark as smoke, and the flying flowers are floating like graupel.
The moon is full of worries, and the new atmosphere is new.
What are teenagers worried about? They are worried about seeing white hair on their temples. What's more worrying about white? Worried about persecution every day.
Cold mountain road, cold river bank. Birds are often chirping, but no one is silent.
East is dark and west is dark, and flowers bloom again. Only Huang Ke can't go back.
The husband's ambition is as straight as iron, and there is no truth in his heart.
There are hundreds of millions of people in the world with different faces. What is the reason? Each holds his own opinion, saying that he does not have both. But self-study, don't say he has.