The ancient poems suitable for the calligraphy competition include: Man Jiang Hong, Lin Yuling, Spring and Snow in Qinyuan, Water Tune Song Tou, Early Autumn of Being an Army.
1, manjianghong
Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing. When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
2. Rain Bell Forest
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival. Where to wake up tonight. Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
3. Spring snow in Qinyuan
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum.
The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height. When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight!
This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees. Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish.
Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows. These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.
4. "Water regulation"
When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done.
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.