It snows at night
This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.
Fu De Gu Caoyuan Farewell
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Rehmannia excavator
Wheat dies without rain in spring and early frost in autumn. At the age of 20, he had no food and picked rehmannia in the field.
What's the use of mining? Stick to simple food. The shower head disappeared in the morning and the basket was not full in the evening.
Take it to Zhumen's house and sell it to White Face Lang. Fat horse with you can make the earth shine,
May it be easy to lose a drop in the bucket and save this suffering and hunger!
Light fat
Pride is all over the road, and the light of pommel horse can be seen in the fine dust. Excuse me, who are those people? Passers-by replied that they were eunuchs, officials of the emperor.
Wear a red ribbon representing the identity of a doctor and a purple ribbon symbolizing the identity of a general. Boasting his identity, he came to the army at the dinner party, in large numbers, and the scene was grand.
The glass is full of wine and wine, and the table is a list of delicious foods from all over the world. There is an orange as a fruit in Dongting Lake. This excellent fish tastes delicious.
They remained calm after the party, but became arrogant when they were drunk. However, when there was a drought in the south of the Yangtze River, there was a tragic scene in Quzhou.
Pine trees at the bottom of the stream
Sitting at the bottom of the ravine, cold and humble. The mountains and rivers are sinister, and the dangers are endless.
Tian Zi Tang Ming owes Liang Mu, and there are two things I don't know. Who is a metaphor for the creation of the sky, but it is not related to the lack of materials.
The story of Jin Zhang Xian Xian, Niu Yi cold and cheap lost Xin Gui. Although there are differences between the stories of Di Xin and Niu Yi.
The highest is not necessarily wise, and the lower is not necessarily stupid. Have you noticed that coral is born in the deep sea bottom, and Ulmus pumila is planted in the sky?
sing and dance
In the mid-Qin Dynasty, Huangzhou was covered with clouds and snow. Zhu Xi is a public servant who quits the DPRK in the snow.
You have snow and wind, and you are rich but not hungry or cold. The camp is only the first one, and the business is to chase after the tour.
Zhu Lun chariots and horses, Red Candle Song and Dance Building. Happy and intimate, intoxicated and warm, take off the thick fur.
Qiu Guan is the main character, with Ding Wei at the top. Drinking in Japan and China is fun, so you can't rest in the middle of the night.
I didn't know there were death row inmates who froze to death in the township prison!
Seven of the eight poems about wood
There is a wooden name Lingxiao, and Xiu is not an isolated label; I relied on a tree, so I drew a hundred feet.
Roots are connected to trees, and flowers are sent to treetops; Claiming to have its potential, there is no reason to shake.
Once the tree is destroyed, it floats independently temporarily; The gale starts in the east, but it never ends.
Clouds in the morning and firewood at night; No weak school Miao.
Charcoal seller
An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round. His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.
What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth. Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market. Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it. The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.
A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way. Those people put half a piece of red yarn and a piece of silk on their heads as the price of charcoal.
Zizigeshanbei village
Visit Zige Peak in the morning and Xiacun in the evening. When the elders in the village saw Yu, they opened a statue for Yu.
I got started without a drink. Purple clothes with knives and axes, Cao Cao has more than ten people.
Take the wine from my table and stir it on my plate. The host stepped back and folded his hands like a guest.
There are strange trees in the atrium, which have been planted for thirty years. The master is sorry, but he cut off his roots with an axe.
I said I was a builder, and I belonged to the Shence Army. Master, be careful not to say anything, the lieutenant is kind!
Feel the crane
There are not groups of cranes flying in the wild. Hunger does not peck at rotten rats, and thirst does not drink stolen springs.
Zhenzi comes from Geng Jie, where the birds are very beautiful. Traveling together is not gay, so it has been more than ten years.
When I was addicted to lust, I paid the price for it. In the entrusted pond, in front of the chickens.
Not only pregnant, but also disgusting; Not only the master, but also the kite.
Things are unknowable and nature sometimes moves. If you are full, you can go to the doctor's porch.
Dazzling silk
What is dazzling silk? Unlike Luo Kun and Wan Qi; It should be like a waterfall spring 45 feet before the bright moon in Tiantai Mountain.
There are some great articles, white fireworks and snow on the ground. Who weaves and dresses? Han, a cold girl from Yuexi.
Last year, Ambassador China made a statement, and samples fell from the sky. Woven like autumn geese outside clouds, dyed like Jiangnan spring water color.
Wide-cut shirt sleeve dress, gold barrel ironing knife to cut patterns. Extraordinary splendor and strange writing set each other off, and the flowers turn around indefinitely.
Zhaoyang dancer is deeply in love, and Chunyi is a pair of straight girls. Sweat is stained with powder, dragging the soil and trampling on the mud without pity.
It takes a lot of effort to weave brocade, which is incomparable to silk. Many women's hands hurt when they are thin, and they can't tie a thousand words.
The singers and dancers in Zhaoyang Temple should also cherish the Weaver Maid when they see it.
Dulingcuo
The old man lives in Ling Du, and every year he grows a barren land. In March, there was no rain and dry wind, and the wheat seedlings did not bloom and turned yellow and died.
In September and autumn, the frost is cold and early, and the ears are not ripe. Officials know, but they don't report the truth. Rent and violent taxes are rewarded by exams.
If you want to pawn mulberry fields, you have to sell them and pay the taxes stipulated by the government. What about food and clothing next year? Strip our clothes and take the food from our mouths.
The victim of abuse is a jackal. Why did he pawn the hook and saw human flesh with his teeth like a saw? I don't know who reported the emperor's compassion and understood the people's plight.
The royal decree of mercy is written on white linen, and all taxes are exempted near the capital this year. Yesterday, Li Xufang came to the door and went to the countryside with a ruler.
Ten of the nine taxpayers have been sent and exempted from taxes by our king.
Look at cutting wheat.
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, accompanied by pot pulp, went with the battlefield, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
It is full of rustic heat, burning the back and burning the sun, not knowing the heat, cherishing the long summer.
There was a poor woman with her son by her side, an ear in her right hand and a basket hanging from her left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad. My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Shang yang white-haired man
Shang Yang people, Shang Yang people, beauty is black, white hair is new. Green guards the palace gate. As soon as the sun closes, it is spring.
Xuanzong entered the primary election at the end of the year, aged 16 and 60. At the same time, more than 100 people were selected, who were deeply disabled.
Recalling the past, I fought back my grief and said goodbye to my loved ones. I helped myself into the car instead of teaching me to cry. When the clouds are fashionable, they are grateful, their faces are like hibiscus, and their chests are like jade.
The king was not allowed to meet, and Yang Fei squinted at him. Jealousy makes you sneak into the palace and stay in the empty room all your life.
Leave it blank, the autumn night is long, and the night is sleepless. The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window.
It's late spring, so it's hard to sit alone at night. Gong Ying is full of anxiety and disgust, and Liang Yan is always jealous.
The warbler's cry goes to Yan quietly, and the spring goes without remembering the year. Just look at the deep palace and the bright moon, and the object is round four or five hundred times.
Now the palace is the oldest, and everyone named it Shangshu. Small-headed cymbals wear narrow clothes, and the green eyebrows are slender.
Outsiders should laugh if they can't see it. Shang Yang people suffered the most.
How about suffering less, suffering older, suffering less and suffering older! You can't see the beauty of Lu tribute in those days, nor can you see Yang Guifei and white-haired songs today!
Xinfeng folding arm Weng
Xinfeng old man is eighty-eight, and his head and eyebrows are as snow. Great-great-grandson helped to the store, and his left arm was folded by his right arm.
I asked Weng how many years his arm had been broken and what caused it. Weng Yunguan belongs to Xinfeng County. He was born in a sundae without fighting.
I'm used to orchestral music, but I don't know flags, guns, bows and arrows. There is no big conscription in Tianbao, and every household has three small places.
Go wherever you drive, and Wan Liyun will go south in May. It is said that there is Lushui in Yunnan, and the pepper flowers fall into smoke.
The army waded like soup, but no ten people died. The village is crying in the south and the village is crying in the north, and the children are inseparable from the husband and wife.
Anyone who conquers barbarians before and after the clouds will not leave once. I was twenty-four years old and had a name in the Ministry of War.
Late at night, I didn't dare to let anyone know, so I stole a big stone and broke my arm. The bow and flag are unbearable, and Yunnan is exempt from this.
Broken bones and tendons are not bitter, and they want to go home. This arm has been broken for 60 years, but one of its limbs has become useless.
It's raining and freezing so far, and I have no sleep until dawn. Sleepless pain, never regret, happiness to old age.
Otherwise, at that time, Lu Shuitou was already dead and very lonely. It should be a homesick ghost in Yunnan, crying on a mass grave.
Listen to the old man. You can't smell the smell of Song Kaifu, the prime minister of Kaiyuan, and you don't know the border defense work to prevent war.
I don't know Tianbao Prime Minister Yang. I want to make contributions to my country. There are no complaints about border work, please ask Xinfeng folding arm Weng.
The Everlasting Regret
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shocked the whole earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feathers.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? ?
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *?
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. When she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose, because she was in a hurry, and her fuzzy hair ornaments hung aside.
The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
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Bai Juyi's poet thought is the unity of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, with Confucianism as the leading factor. Mencius said that "being rich will help the world, and being poor will be immune to it" is the creed he followed all his life. His ambition of "helping the world and the people" is based on Confucian benevolent policies, and it also includes the theory of Huang Lao, the technique of treating Xiao and the method of applying to the DPRK. His mind of "being alone" absorbed the concepts of contentment, uniformity and freedom of Laozi and Zhuangzi and the Buddhist thought of "liberation". The two are roughly bounded by Bai's demotion of Jiangzhou Sima. Bai Juyi not only left nearly 3,000 poems, but also put forward a whole set of poetic theories. He compared poetry to a fruit tree and put forward the viewpoint of "root feeling, Miao character, Watson and true meaning" (nine books at the end of Yuan Dynasty). He believes that "emotion" is the fundamental condition for writing poetry, and "those who move people should not care about emotion first" (Nine Books, a Yuan zaju). The generation of emotion is helpful and tied to current politics. Therefore, poetry creation cannot be divorced from reality, but must be based on various events in real life and reflect the social and political situation of an era. He inherited the tradition of "beauty and beauty" since the Book of Songs and attached importance to the realistic content and social function of poetry. Emphasize the role of poetry in exposing and criticizing political abuses. He put forward a series of principles in the method of poetry expression. In Nine Books with the Same Origin, he put forward the famous principle of realistic creation, that is, "articles should be written in time, and songs and poems should be written for things".
His poetic theory is of progressive significance for urging poets to face up to reality and care about people's livelihood. It also has an important influence on the poetic style that has gradually emphasized form since Dali (766 ~ 779). However, overemphasizing the obedience of poetry creation to the needs of real politics will inevitably constrain the artistic creation and diversity of poetry style.
Bai Juyi was a great poet with great influence in the middle Tang Dynasty. His poetic thoughts and creations, which emphasize popularity and realism, occupy an important position in the history of China's poetry. In Jiu Shu Tong Yuan, he clearly said: "Servants aim to help the two, and they are independent. Always serve the Tao, and invent poetry. Calling it a satirical poem is also aimed at helping others; It's not bad to call it leisure poetry. " Because of this, it can be seen that among the four types of poems that Bai Juyi divided by himself, the first two types reflect his "always being good for officials" and are the most valued. Moreover, he put forward his own literary proposition: "articles should be written in time, and songs and poems should be written." His poetic thoughts mainly come from the creation of early satirical poems.