1. Poems about the Han Dynasty
Poems about the Han Dynasty 1. Poems about the Han Dynasty
1. The strong wind blows the dust in Anhe County.
-- "At the end of winter, I went to the eastern capital, met Meng Yunqing in the east of Hucheng, and returned to Liu Hao" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
2. Fierce cold wind
-- "Winter Hunting" Tang Dynasty. Li Shimin
3. Traveling ten miles north, the cold wind blew my ears.
-- "Morning Congratulations to Chen Shanren" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
4. A long whistle came out of the wilderness, and the awe-inspiring cold wind blew.
--"Reward Cui Wulangzhong" of the Tang Dynasty. Li Bai
5. The cold wind stirred the earth's air, and the green light blew horizontally.
-- "Sending Sun Zheng to the Clouds" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty
6. The cold wind blows, thousands of miles away in the sky, and the dimness is the same as the clouds.
-- "Bai Ramie" Song Dynasty. Zigu
7. The cold wind rustles the dead trees, all night long No sleeping.
2. Who is Hanfeng
Hanfeng was born on Christmas Eve in 1969 in Xuzhou, Jiangsu. He has been fond of literature since he was a child. He started publishing works in newspapers and periodicals at the age of 12. He published a personal poetry collection "Lost Landscape" in his second year of college. He is the first person in my country who can publish a personal collection as a student. In 1993, Hanfeng won the title of China Young Poets Poetry Competition with his poem "Confessions". Since then, he has won twelve more national writing awards. So far, he has opened columns in more than ten newspapers and periodicals, published more than 1.2 million words of articles, published essay collections "Before the Summer Solstice", "Huizhou Letters", "Buying Books but Not Reading", cultural essay collections "Jianghuai Old Dreams", "Pengcheng" "Ten Notes" and more than 10 personal monographs.
Mr. Hanfeng's poems focus on the earth and the workers on the earth. He was once known as the campus poet who sounded the "horn of Chinese native poetry". His prose language is timeless and rich in philosophical color, and has been selected by many well-known newspapers at home and abroad, such as "Reader", "Youth Digest", "Selected Prose" and so on. His cultural essays are rich in knowledge and profound in thought. Therefore, he was called by critics as "a writer who stands under the eaves of history and sees the future."
Hanfeng is not only a writer popular among readers, but also a scholar with rich knowledge. He studied foreign languages ??at university, then specialized in history, and also majored in philosophy and aesthetics. Because of his great achievements in the fields of literature and culture, Hanfeng has been invited to give lectures at many famous domestic universities such as Fudan University, Capital Normal University, and China University of Mining and Technology in recent years. Everywhere I went, I was like a rushing wind rushing over water, arousing strong responses from college students.
In order to revive Chinese studies, promote traditional culture, and realize the ambition of serving the country through culture, in the spring of 2007, Hanfeng united with people of insight from Xuzhou and many universities and cultural academia across the country to hold a ceremony on Hubu Mountain in Xuzhou City. He founded Pengcheng Academy, the first modern academy in Xuzhou with the mission of revitalizing Chinese studies and the purpose of "academic research, cultural dissemination, and exchange of ideas."
I have always been moved by Mr.’s spirit. He is the most respectable and worthy teacher I have ever met. In order to realize his ideals, he has to devote his whole life. He showed me the hope of Chinese studies and that the great revival of Chinese traditional culture is no longer a fantasy.
Academy QQ group number 66868201
Academy email: pengchengshuyuan@163.com).
3. Poems about Xiaoyu
1. Manjianghong [Yue Fei]
Angry and furious, Xiaoxiaoyu rests at the corner. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, strong and intense. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait to see the young man's head grow white, and it will be empty and sad.
Jingkang’s shame has not yet been resolved; the regrets of the ministers will not be revealed yet. Driving a long car to trample it, Helan Mountain is missing. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry and talk about drinking the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to start over and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque.
2. "Huanxi Sand" written by Su Shi
The orchid buds at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, the sandy road among the pines is pure and mudless, and the rain is crying at dusk. Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still reach the west, so don't sing the yellow chicken with white hair.
3. "Lovely Rain on a Spring Night" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city.
4. "Autumn Stay on the Xiangjiang River and Encountered Rain" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Tan Yongzhi
The dark clouds on the river lock the dream soul, and Liu Kun dances late at night on the riverside.
Autumn wind thousands of miles away from the Lotus Country, dusk rain brings thousands of families to Xili Village.
Homesickness is unbearable and I am saddened by orange pomelo. Who is willing to cherish the king and grandson when traveling?
The fishermen did not ask each other when they met, but returned to the island gate with the sound of the flute.
5. "The Night Cry·Last Night's Wind and Rain" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Yu
Last night there was wind and rain, and the curtains and curtains rustled with autumn sounds.
The candle is still dripping, the pillow is dripping frequently, and the pillow cannot be leveled when sitting up.
Everything in the world goes with the flow, but only a dream comes to an end.
The road to Zuixiang is safe and suitable for frequent visits, but it is not possible to travel otherwise.
6. Wang Wei, the second envoy of Yuan Dynasty sent to Anxi
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new.
I advise you to drink another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.
4. Poems about sedan chairs
1. Yanzhao made sedan chairs, Song Dynasty Yan Jidao's "Bodhisattva Man·Luan Crying Like a Spring Festival"
2. A man in a sedan chair is covered with dust, "Like a Dream" by Zhou Bangyan of the Song Dynasty.
3. A man in a sedan chair is covered with dust, in "Gong Ci" written by Wang Zhongxiu of the Song Dynasty
> 4. The sedan chair is wide, as described in Song Xin Qiji's "Nan Ge Zi·Ten Thousand Thousands of Hatreds"
5. The sedan is decorated with a sweet color, as described in Song Xin Qiji's "Linjiang Immortal· Remembering to be a birthday guest every year" 》
6. Go around the snipe and ruthenium sedan to see the poem, "Yuanzhi" written by Emperor Taizong of the Song Dynasty
7. On the eight piers of the twenty-mile long street, there are many cars and boats on the water.
If Jianghan cannot contain the filth, the flow of garbage can be stopped.
[Qing Dynasty] Ye Tiaoyuan's "Hankou Bamboo Branch Poems"
8. The hooves on the horse are hoofed by the disease, and the abandoned houses on the riverside are long and far away.
Since the plum rains, my ears have drooped ears, and my waist is about to bend when I first eat wild rice pulp.
The light on the head of the golden chain is not extinguished, and the color of the jade flower's hair is thin and burnt.
I once listened to the forbidden music and was frightened by the street drums. I was used to stepping on the royal road and was afraid of small sedan chairs.
In the middle of the night, the voice is strong and the heart is still strong, and in the middle of the day, the tail is still wagging.
The Dragon Matchmaker landed far away from the Tianchi Lake, why is the morning glory in the blue sky?
[Tang Dynasty] Luo Yin's "Speed ??Horse"
1. [Southern Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli's "Two Poems on Mingfa Fangxi"
The sky is very clear during the day, and the sedan chair There was a rustle and a sudden sound of rain.
But the frost is falling on the pine tips, and the sound of rain is so clear.
2. [Double Tune] Qingdongyuan
Forget-worn grass, a smiling flower, I advise you to hang your crown early.
Where can I speak to Lu Jia, where can I have a wise man like Ziya, and where can I be heroic? The heart of right and wrong has persisted through the ages, and the words of a fisherman and a woodcutter overnight. Golden strands and jasper flutes are common in the gentle countryside. Youth has passed, the beauty is getting older, and the hair is gray and withered. If you wait for the hairpin to be strong, you will be afraid of being laughed at by others. It's a good time to ride a sedan chair on a warm day, try a horse in the spring breeze, and there are 200 swings in the cold weather, with apricot blossoms that greet people, flying willow flowers that flutter at people, and peach blossoms that welcome people with smiles. Boat rides are drawn to and fro, and green flags are hung.
3. [Sedan? Chaochai covered with nettle]
Pull it out from the bottom of the water house and place it facing the opposite court.
When reciting poems symmetrically, it is appropriate to hold the wine glass.
In the end, you will always follow the example of gold, but you will not learn from the jade mountain.
Shu Fu's heart is partial, but the park's eyes are back again and again
***I regret that I have no such distinction, and I only care about Taihu Lake.
4. [Xi Nujiao]
If you are not famous together, you can't help it, the future is destined.
A letter becomes a matchmaker.
Following each other even though they are thousands of miles apart is like seeking an alliance and sharing the same surname.
Mud. It's still a distance away, so it's hard to get close to him in a sedan chair.
The thin gauze kitchen makes the small post cool and quiet at night.
A little red, dark and rhinoceros.
The passionate flowers and moon shake half of the window to reveal clear shadows.
Safe. If you don't know it, people will suffer.
5. Poems about Yinshan Mountain
Leaving the Fortress
Author: Wang Changling
Part One
The Bright Moon in the Qin Dynasty During the Han Dynasty, the people who marched thousands of miles long march have not yet returned.
But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain.
Two Songs on the Fortress
Author: Dai Shulun
The military gate accepted the letter of surrender, and the sword traveled across thousands of miles.
The ancestor of the Han Dynasty praised Lou Jingce, but married the princess to a chanyu.
The banners of the Han family are all over the Yin Mountains, and they will not send back their horses.
If you are willing to live long enough to serve your country, there is no need to be born in Yumen Pass.
A Young Man by the City (A Young Man’s Journey to the Han Palace)
Author: Li Yi
He grew up in a border city and was born into a horseman. The young man is brave enough to hunt alone under the Yin Mountain.
I met the Huns occasionally and captured the vultures. I have the title of a strong man, please take a leave of absence.
6. Poems about fog
Flowers in old age seem to be seen in the fog (Du Fu, Tang Dynasty)
Flowers are not flowers, and fog is not fog (Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty)
The bright moon is dim and flying in the mist. It’s good to go to Langbian tonight. I put on my stockings and walk on the fragrant steps, carrying gold-laced shoes (Five Dynasties·Li Yu)
The tower is lost in the fog, and the moon is lost in the ferry. (Song Dynasty, Qin Guan)
Walking on the Shasha
Qin Guan
The tower is lost in the fog, the moon is lost in the river, and the Taoyuan is nowhere to be found.
It is worth noting that the lonely pavilion is closed in the cold spring, and the setting sun is setting in the sound of cuckoos.
The plum blossoms are sent by post, and the fish pass on the ruler. There are countless hates built into it.
Chenjiang luckily circles Chenshan Mountain, for whom does it flow down to Xiaoxiang?
The following is a poem about fog
"Fog"
——Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty
Duke Cao was fascinated by Chu Ze, and the Emperor of Han came out of Pingcheng.
The demonic atmosphere of Zhuolu is quiet, and the color of Danshan is bright.
Smoke-like flying is slightly heavier, while Fangyu-san is lighter.
If it is not a bear sign, I would rather think about the love of a mysterious leopard.
"Ode to the Mist"
——Dong Sigong of the Tang Dynasty
Cangshan is silent at dusk, and the green view is about to sink.
Leopards hide in the morning in Zhongnan, and monkeys sing at night in Wu Gorge.
The weather is cold and the scenery is dark and dark.
After visiting the public supermarket, I will go to Huayin.
"Ode to the Fog"
——Su Weiwei of the Tang Dynasty
The mist rises from the cave and gullies, and leads to the flat area in the distance.
At first glance, it seems to contain a dragon sword, but it is also suspected to reflect a mirage.
The forest is dense with rain, and the path is filled with smoke.
Fang Xie Gong surpassed the step and finally followed Yan Fu.
"The distant mountains are clear and green with mist"
——Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty
The remaining clouds cover the green ridge, and the evening mist hangs in the sky.
The belt is completely blue, and the clouds are half red.
It seems that the first moon is separated and the morning breeze is blowing.
Also because they are three miles apart, the crowns and covers are connected to each other.
"The Fog in the Flower Garden"
——Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty
The orchid atmosphere has already filled the palace, and the new stamens are half-dressed.
The color contains light and heavy fog, and the fragrance attracts the wind.
The trees are thick and blue, and the flowers are thin and red.
It is still raining, as if it is far away in the sky.
"Sitting in the water pavilion at night and writing poems to understand the fog"
——Li Yi of the Tang Dynasty
The moon sets and the cold fog rises, and I contemplate the vast river.
The birds are twittering and the trees are scattered, and the mountains and rivers are deserted.
On the road in Momosha, outside the fields of Yuyunzhou.
Just like leaning against a distant tree, intermittent desires lead to the end of the sky.
"Lingwu Xing"
——Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty
The sea fog in Qucheng is heavy, and the ministry goes out in the early morning.
The vast sky merges with the sky, and the bright sun melts into the sky.
Just look at the white hair on the temples, and look at the dense clothes.
There is no distinction between road and horsemen, and all the trees in the suburbs are as if they were lost.
Fei Wei accidentally inhaled, and her skin became swollen and shuddered.
Let’s drink a cup after returning home, and the common people will suffer from the disease.