The lyric poem is 1. What are the ancient poems about lyricism?
1. Express a political prisoner's listening to cicada (Luo) chanting willow (He) enjoying peony (Liu Yuxi) enjoying peony (Li Shangyin) enjoying white lotus (Lv Guimeng) enjoying chrysanthemum for ten days (Zheng Gu) 2. Traveling all over the mountains and rivers (Ma Zhou) and swimming in Jinling (Du) to the next berth of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) in early spring. The first floor of Tongguan (Xu Hun) III. Stay in the pastoral seclusion mountain (Zhang Xu) and spend the summer in Nanting Sixin (Meng Haoran), Yuwan (Chu Guangxi), Fisherman (Liu Zongyuan), Li Ning in seclusion (Jia Dao), and send a message from my study to Yushiyang (Qian Qi) and return to his former residence (Li Changfu) in late autumn. Homesick Poems (the second of three) (Wang Wei) Going to Beijing in case of a messenger (Cen Can) Romantic funeral march funeral march (Wang Changling) Moonlit Night (Du Fu) Jiangnan Qu (Yi Li) The title of the capital city Nanzhuang (Cui Hu) Condemns the sadness (one of the three songs) (Yuan Zhen) Untitled (difficult encounter) (Li Shangyin) Portrait to send her husband (Xue Yuan). Old Rain's new friends are seven, the border guards are eight, the poems are nine, and the border guards are eight.
2. Chanting things and expressing poems
The lyricism of scenery is a common trick in poetry, and the scenery described in poetry generally has this function.
"Autumn water * * * sky is one color, and the sunset is lonely in Qi Fei."
"The cold cicada mourns, the pavilion is late, and the shower begins to rest."
Ceng Gong's "Liu Fu": "Chaos is still yellow, and leaning on the east wind will be crazy. I wonder if there is frost in heaven and earth. "
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. (Yellow Crane Tower, Cui Hao)
Where to go in the sunset, there is a sad mist on the river waves. (same as above)
But when I went to Mofu, the white clouds passed by without end (Wang Wei's "Farewell"
There is a lonely village at the foot of the mountain and a lonely plateau on the horizon. A swallow flies back to the alley, and Mr. Wu or Liu faces the door. (Seven Pastoral Music by Wang Wei)
Chunshu in Weibei, sunset in Jiangdong (Du Fu's "Li Bai Spring Comes")
Three spring grasses are extremely vulgar, and Wan Li's heart is high-rise (Jia Zhi Yueyang Tower Banquet)
There are a few lines of tears in Qingshan, and the sea is poor and balanced (Liu Changqing's "Going to the Pavilion after Responsibility"
Yang Wanli on the lotus pond at dusk
The grass shook its head and suddenly reported Nong, and the shawl stopped a westerly wind. The lotus is still hot at dusk, and its lower face is hidden in a blue umbrella.
Du Mu, a title of Qi 'an County, China.
On the bridge of Erji Sunset Creek, half a ray of light smoke is in the willow shadow. How many violets depend on each other and hate each other, looking back at the west wind for a while
Coconut silk is good in Handan from winter to the sun.
Bai Juyi
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
3. Poetry expressing feelings about things
Fu De Gu Caoyuan Farewell
Tang Bai Juyi
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.
Yuefu Yang Liuzhi
Although I am green,
Seduce the spring breeze
White snow flowers are numerous and empty,
Green silk strips are too weak for warblers.
Ci Qiu Feng Qing (Li Bai)
The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
Questions and answers in the mountains (Li Bai)
I asked what I meant by living in the blue mountains, but I laughed without answering my heart.
Peach blossoms are opening, and it is another world.
4. Are there any ancient poems that express feelings about things?
Ancient poems praising things and expressing emotions
Plum blossom/plum blossom
Author: Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Author: Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Lyrics of willow/willow branches
Author: He
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Mo mei
Author: Wang Mian
The first tree in my Xiyan Lake is light ink.
Don't praise the good color, as long as it is clear and full of dried Kun. (first edition)
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. (second edition)
Farewell to the grass/the ancient grass of Fude
Author: Bai Juyi
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.
chrysanthemum
Author: Yuan Zhen
In autumn, the bushes, like Taoist priests, are more and more inclined around the fence.
It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.
5. What are the lyric poems about things?
Lyrics "Jinse"-Don Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with 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.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it. "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems"-The Qing Palace is so precious that it is sad and the sun is slanting, and the whip points to the horizon.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. Autumn wind is clear-Tang Li Bai autumn wind is clear, autumn is clear and the moon is bright.
When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises. Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
Narrative poem "Li Shihao"-Du Fu of Tang Dynasty threw himself into Shihao Village at dusk, and officials arrested people at night. The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch.
No matter how angry an official is, why do women cry? After listening to the woman, three men guarded Ye.
One man attached a book, and two men died. Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead.
There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson. And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out.
Although an old woman is weak, please come back at night. If you are in a hurry to serve Shirley in the river and Yang, you might as well prepare the meal in the morning.
The night is long and silent, like crying and choking. Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.
"Mulan Ci"-In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the chirping was repeated, and Mulan was woven into a household. I don't smell the loom, only the woman's sigh.
Ask a woman what she thinks and what she remembers. Women have nothing to think about, and women have nothing to remember.
Last night, I saw the military post, and Khan ordered more soldiers. The military books have 12 volumes, all with the names of lords. Grandpa has no eldest son, Mulan has no big brother, and she is willing to be a pommel horse, so she will sign for him from now on.
Buy horses in the east, saddles in the west, reins in the south and whip in the north. Say goodbye to parents and stay by the Yellow River at dusk.
I didn't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I heard the Yellow River splashing. Say goodbye to the Yellow River and go to Montenegro at dusk.
I can't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I hear Yanshan Hu riding a horse. Wan Li to Rongji, the mountain is flying.
The breath of the new moon is golden, and the cold light is iron. The general died in battle, and the strong man returned in ten years.
See you later, the son of heaven is sitting in the hall. Policy 12 turn, before reward 100.
Khan asked him what he wanted. Mulan doesn't need Shang Shulang. She is willing to send her son back to his hometown not far from Wan Li. When parents heard that their daughter was coming, they went out to help Guo.
Sister-in-law heard that her sister-in-law was coming to take care of her red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep.
Open my East Pavilion door and sit on my West Pavilion bed. Take off my wartime robe and put on my old clothes.
When the window is decorated with clouds, the mirror is yellow. When you go out to meet your fire companions, they are all surprised and busy.
After traveling together for twelve years, I didn't know Mulan was a girl. The male rabbit's feet are confused and the female rabbit's eyes are blurred.
When two rabbits walk together, Ann can tell whether I am a male or a female. Selling Charcoal Weng-Tang Bai Juyi sells Charcoal Weng, chopping wood and burning charcoal in Nanshan.
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. It's a pity that a car full of charcoal, more than a thousand Jin, is driven by an official to a general.
Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head. The farewell poem "Don't be a big shot"-Tang Gaoshi traveled thousands of miles in Huangyun during the day, and the north wind blew geese and snow in succession.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Song of Xi (Song of Acropolis) —— The Acropolis in Tang Wang is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. Farewell to the viceroy, out of Shu County, across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, went to Shu County to take office.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel. Homesick poem "Climbing to Guazhou" —— Guazhou in Wang Song's Anshi Jingkou is a water room, and Zhongshan is only a few mountains away.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? Quiet night thinking-Tang Li Bai, the foot of the bed is bright, is it already frosty? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Miscellaneous Poems-Don, you from the old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? Pastoral poem "Passing the Old Village"-Tang Meng Haoran, prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Autumn night in the mountains-Tang Wang Wei, an empty mountain after the rain, stands in the autumn night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. The fifth part of Drinking-Tao Jin Yuanming built a house in a humanistic environment, but there were no horses and chariots.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
I miss the ancient poem "Red Cliff"-Tang Du Mu's halberd, Shen Sha Tie, but I haven't sold it yet, so I'll wash it and recognize the previous dynasty. If Dongfeng doesn't go with Zhou Lang, the copper finches on the Second Bridge will sell well in spring.
"quatrains"-Song Liqing lived as a man, but died as a ghost. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
Crossing Huaqing Palace-Tang Du Mu Chang 'an looked back at the embroidered pile, and the top of the mountain opened a thousand times. As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south.
Poem "Ode to Lime"-Qian Qian hits the deep mountains and burns like a fool. Regardless of all the fragments, we should leave innocence in the world.
"Bamboo Stone"-Xie insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are broken. The wind is strong in the east, west, north and south.
The third part of "Mo Mei" —— Wang Yuan Mian, the tree near Xiyan Lake next to my home, is covered with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
6. Lyrics about things
Funeral songs
A Dream in Red Mansions
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears?
The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling catkins touch the pastoral curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring and looks sad;
Hoe the flowers out of the country curtains with both hands and endure falling flowers again and again.
Willow and elm pod come from wheat straw, whether it's peach floating or Li Fei,
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
When the fragrant nest was first built in March, the swallow in the beam was too ruthless;
Although we can peck at flowers and hairs next year, it is impossible for people to go to an empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing;
When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and the person who buried them was killed in front of the steps;
Stealing flowers and hoes and crying alone, watching the blood stains on the branches in the sky.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door;
The blue light shines on the wall, people are sleeping for the first time, and the windows are not warm!
Complaining is double the pain? Half out of pity, half out of trouble.
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?
The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
Without a trick, I hid my love with a pure land.
Clean the quality, clean it up, and don't let it fall into the ditch.
If you die today and bury it, you don't know when you will die!
The person who buried the flowers today is laughing. I knew who it was when I buried it!
Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
Inlaid harp
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.