1. Walk alone for thousands of miles, lie high and face west. The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the Tianhe family is low.
2. Fangchun is flat and green, and the law of night is clear. Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken.
The house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight.
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
6. The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every 100 steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound. Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned.
7. We wonder if this road to the west will never end? The terrible road ahead is getting darker, even darker.
8. Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain.
9. Shan Shiliu, a mountain, a rhododendron.
10. When the cuckoo crows, the flowers flutter. In March, the cuckoo came to Jiujiang, and a rush made it bloom.
1 1. Shu has heard of Zigui bird and Xuancheng has seen azaleas.
12. One is called, one is ileum, and the other is broken. It runs on March 3rd.
13. Wanhe trees reach the sky, and thousands of azaleas crow.
14. After a night in Shan Yu, hundreds of silky waterfalls will appear on every mountain top.
15. Incense lamps accompany dreams, and Chu is at the end of the world.
16. The moon has set and the apricot blossoms in Man Ting have rested.
17. The wind and rain on the sloping mountain cypress are like whistling, and the rope hanging at the foot of the spring is green.
18. The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and the grass is hanging on the ancient stone.
19. When it rains at night, the cuckoo's mouth is full of blood and tears.
20. The water of Blue Creek is a stranger, and it has been hated for thousands of years.
2 1. One by one, when cold food is served.
22. Who can't resist the fire? It's always here.
23. A garden is drunk and full of clusters.
24. Shu Ao didn't grow back blood drops, which should only be more than this cluster.
25. I cherish azaleas most, and the spring breeze blows different climbs.
I want a poem (preferably famous) about Du Fu, in which Du Fu can write Du Fu.
Rhododendron, an affectionate bird, sings all night;
Deep in the summer shade, look up at the flowing clouds.
Moths are like the light around the bright moon,
Starlight evacuation is like a fishing fire by the sea.
Rest in the dew pavilion on a sweet night,
He sang, he sang "cutting wheat and transplanting rice"—
The farmers set out at dawn.
Affectionate cuckoo, he always complains at night,
It is resentment and admiration, and his heart is full of love.
Full of bitterness, turned into a moving new song,
Tender feelings tremble in the arms of the silent night;
He sang, his mouth dripping with blood and covered with it.
Red grass tip, morning light
Gently shake the dream of the garden; His name is,
He called, and he called "I love my brother!" " "
The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun.
3. Tang, "To Zizhou to make Li" Du Fu's poem1;
Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan. The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
2. Tang Li Bai's "Looking at Xuancheng Rhododendron":
Shu once heard of Zigui birds and Xuancheng saw azaleas. One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.
3, tang li bai "Shu Dao Nan":
The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound. Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker. Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain. This kind of trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, and even hearing it will make people pale!
4. Tang Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip:
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the riverside town, which is low and humid.
The house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight shining.
5. Don Lee and "The Old Lady Picks Jade Songs":
Pick jade, pick jade, and make a lewd step. I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent.
The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears. The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years.
The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring. The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform.
6, Tang Li Shangyin "Jinse":
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. 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. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
7. Tang Shen Quanqi's Sleeping in Qipanling:
Walking alone for thousands of miles, lying high and lying on seven sides. The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the Tianhe family is low.
Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night. Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken.
8, Tang Wen Ting Yun "Bi Qing Xiao Yisi":
Incense lamps accompany dreams, and Chu is in the end of the world. The moon falls and the rules rest, and apricot blossoms are all over the world.
9, Tang Cui tu "Spring Festival Evening":
Flowers thanked two heartless people and sent the east wind to spring. Last night, Dream Butterfly returned home to Wan Li, and Zi Guizhi.
The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors. Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera?
10, Listening to Zheng:
The string urges the column to listen, and the sorrow and resentment of the Qin people are infinite. It's like chasing the spring breeze to know Liuzhou, just like knowing flowers with birds.
Who is sad at night? Where do you miss the moon in an empty building? More into a few heavy parting hate, Luoyang city, Jiangnan.
The famous poem about Du Fu is 1. To Zizhou to Li is the work of Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty.
Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan.
The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
Han women work hard to weave taxes, while Ba people rarely compete for fields.
I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
Wanhe ancient trees are towering, and cuckoos crow in the depths of Qian Shan.
The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and hundreds of springs are flowing at the top of the trees.
Women in China have worked hard to pay taxes on weaving, while Pakistanis have fought for less lawsuits.
I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements and make efforts to repay the sages.
2. "Look at Xuancheng/Zigui Rhododendron" Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Shu has heard of Zigui bird and Xuancheng has seen azaleas.
One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.
I have seen rhododendrons in Shu and rhododendrons in Xuancheng.
Once a cuckoo cries, my tears flow once and my heart is broken. Spring is bright in March, and I always talk about the No.3 bus in my hometown.
3. Li He's Song of Picking a Jade Girl in the Tang Dynasty
Pick jade, pick jade, and make a lewd step.
I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent.
The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears.
The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years.
The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring.
The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform.
Migrant workers are constantly picking jade. What they want to pick is precious water. It's just carved on ladies' jewelry to dress up ladies.
The old man was hungry and cold to pick jade, which made the dragon in the water feel sad. The blue stream has also become turbid.
On the wild mountain in the dark, the old man had to eat hazelnuts. Cuckoo groaned and cried blood, just like the old man's sad tears.
The deep and dangerous blue stream devoured many jade miners alive. Even after thousands of years, ghosts buried in the water still hate Blue Creek.
On the steep slope, cypress trees roar and the wind is crazy and the rain is urgent. The old man tied a rope around his waist, hanging from the foot of the mountain to the bottom of the blue stream.
Mentally, I miss the hut in the cold village, and the weak girls are crying. Looking at the grass hanging on the cliff steps, the old man felt sad.
4. Jinse by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
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.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
There are twenty-five strings in Thuben, but this poem was written after Li Shangyin's wife died, so fifty strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time.
Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls. Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke.
Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
5. "Midnight Song jathyapple" He Zhu in the Song Dynasty
In the middle of the night, the atrium just shines with pear blossoms and snowy moons. Pear blossom and snowy moon, sad, cuckoo crying blood.
How should the prince and grandson say goodbye? Swallow goodbye, stop running water and sob for others.
In the middle of the night, the moonlight shines on the pear flowers in the courtyard like snow in winter, and the feeling of lovesickness is endless, which makes people sad, and Du Like cries blood. Why haven't the vagrant heard from you? At that time, I held back my tears and said goodbye to you on the path in Sang Rou. Only the running water in the tap seems to know my heart, making a gurgling sound, as if crying for me.
6. Jinling Post Wen Tianxiang in Song Dynasty
The grass leaves the palace and turns to the morning glow. What makes a lonely cloud?
The mountains and rivers are the same, but the people in the city are different.
Reed flowers grow old with me everywhere. Who will fly next to the swallows in my hometown?
From now on, I will leave Jiangnan Road and become a crow with blood.
Wan Li Jin 'ou lost his strength and his clothes hung upside down.
The blood in Du Yu's voice is empty, and his beard is half removed.
When I am old, the autumn wind blows me evil, and I dream back to the cold moon to shine on people.
The success or failure of the Millennium is dust, which makes people talk.
Where is your home in the palace full of weeds in the sunset?
The great rivers and mountains of the motherland are no different from the original ones, and the people have become subjects of alien rule.
The reed flowers on the ground are as old as me, the people are displaced and the country is dead.
Now I have to leave this familiar old place, and there is no hope of returning to the south. Let my soul come back after my death!
The decline of Jiangshan lies in the lack of grand plans. Even Emperor Deyou knelt down to the aliens, just like mud falling from the sky.
Deyou is the king of national subjugation. Even if the cuckoo cried his mouth out, he was homeless and the little emperor died.
People are old, and the autumn wind makes me feel distressed. I woke up in a dream, and Leng Yue shone on the lonely people.
In the long river of history, a moment's success or failure is nothing. The most noteworthy thing is that people praise themselves as gentlemen.
5. Xu Zhimo's modern poem "Waiting for the cuckoo to come under the moon" is a new poem written by the famous poet Xu Zhimo in 1923. This poem was published on March 29th 1923 in Xueguang, a current affairs newspaper. It is included in the first edition of Poems of Zhimo and also in Xu Zhimo's poems. Look at the quiet bridge shadow once,
Count the ripples of mother of pearl,
I warmed the moss on the stone fence,
Moss cools my heart;
Moon, you quit school, and the bride is ashamed.
Cover with brocade, your head is shining,
You were here last night,
May I ask her permission to come tonight?
Listen to the bells of the village temple tower in the distance,
Like light waves in a dream,
Worried about the ebb and flow of the tide,
A lonely boat drifting vaguely and stumbling!
Sparkling, deep night, long thoughts.
Where is my dear friend,
The wind is blowing, the willows are floating and the money is fighting.
The unforgettable sound of spring. Xu Zhimo (1897~ 193 1) is a modern poet and essayist. Xu Zhimo is Jin Yong's cousin. Formerly known as Zhang Yi, it was renamed Zhimo when studying in the United States. Used pen names: Nanhu, Shi Zhecun, Gu,,, Xianhe, Delete Me, Xinshou, Huanggou, Huan, etc. Xu Zhimo is a representative poet of Crescent School and a member of Crescent Poetry Society. 19 15 graduated from Hangzhou No.1 Middle School and studied in Shanghai Hujiang University, Tianjin Beiyang University and Peking University successively. 19 18 went to the United States to study banking. 192 1 year went to study in Britain and became a special student at Cambridge University, studying political economy. My two years in Cambridge were deeply influenced by western education and romantic and aesthetic poets in Europe and America.
6. What are the poems about Du Fu 1? "Xuancheng/Zigui Meet Du Fu" —— Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Shu has heard of Zigui bird and Xuancheng has seen azaleas.
One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.
2. "Queqiao Fairy Smells Du Fu at Night"-Song: Lu You
The eaves are quiet, the window lights are dim, and the Spring Festival Evening is stormy.
The warbler's nest is always silent, but on a moonlit night, she often cries out Du Yu.
I shed tears in a hurry, dreaming, and picked up the deep branches to fly away.
So, the mountain is uncomfortable, half-life, floating!
3. Look at Xuancheng Rhododendron-Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Shu once heard of Zigui birds and Xuancheng saw azaleas.
One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.
4. "Du Fu"-Song Dynasty: Yi Xuan.
Silkworm and wheat are yellow and bright, and cuckoos are everywhere in Qingshan.
Several trees on the cliff are as deep as blood and flowers are as warm as water.
He Lin sighed three times, and his dream came true. In his previous life, he sought immortality in Yuen Long.
The hill is helpless and afraid to sleep at night.
5. Jin Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
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.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
6. Tafloxacin Chenzhou Inn-Song Dynasty: Qin Guan
Fog loses the balcony, and the moon passes through the maze. Taoyuan is nowhere to be found.
The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun.
Plum blossoms are mailed. This hatred has no weight.
Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he get off in Xiaoxiang for?
7. A letter from Wang Wei to Li, the ambassador of Tang Zizhou.
Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan.
The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
Han women work hard to weave taxes, while Ba people rarely compete for fields.
I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
8. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival Song: Gao Zhu
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
9. "The ten-mile pagoda in the sky leans on the green"-Song: Yan.
A ten-mile-long tower leans on the green land. The cuckoo crows in the depths of a hundred flowers.
Talking to pedestrians diligently is not like a songbird flying for the second time.
Sleep in a dream, when it clears up that day. It's better to return than to return.
Is it true that the end of the world has not returned, and it is impossible to strive for a return date?
10. In the same year as Ren Liang's father-Qing Dynasty: Huang Zunxian.
Inch by inch, the mountains and rivers are inch by inch, and whoever breaks away from the separatist forces,
The cuckoo worships tears again and keeps it endless.
7. About Du Fu's poem 1, and what to listen to here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
Bai Juyi said it in the Tang Dynasty. What will be heard here sooner or later? Full of sad cries of cuckoo apes.
2. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. From: Jinse by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty.
In fact, Zhuang Zhou knew that he only longed for the butterfly of freedom, and hoped that the emperor's beautiful heart and actions could touch Du Fu. 3, the cuckoo is silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returns to cover the heavy door.
From: Cao Xueqin's Burying Flowers in Qing Dynasty. The cuckoo cried her blood and tears silently, and the sad evening came.
4. The cuckoo crows for thousands of miles in the Spring Festival Evening, and Guo Chun is heartbroken. From: The Little Mermaid by modern Wang Guowei Du Fu Spring Festival Evening.
When cuckoo crows in late spring, hometown always evokes people's feelings of hurting spring. 5. Hsinchu has become a hall bamboo, and all the fallen flowers are on the mud.
Endure to listen to the cuckoo crow in the forest. Said by: Zhou Bangyan in Huanxisha, Blue Four Hanging Upstairs on a Clear Day in the Song Dynasty.
The new bamboo shoots under the hall have grown into bamboo, and the fallen flowers have been ground into dust, making new mud for swallows to nest. At this time, how can I bear to listen to the cuckoo on the top of the forest?
6. The lonely pavilion is closed in the cold spring, and the cuckoo is singing in the sunset. Said by Qin Guan in Song Dynasty, "Tasha Traveling to Chenzhou Hotel".
In this cold spring, how can you stand living alone in a lonely room, accompanied by the sunset and the cuckoo moaning?