1. 3 ancient poems praising Xiaoshan
Xiaoshan Gion Temple Qiu Dandong Xu Zhengjun of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, a master of Western Yan.
He still had a fixed view when he was alive, and after realizing it, he understood the cause and effect. The pagoda is many years old and eminent monks frequently practice asceticism.
Only when the stele is stored can the date be recorded. How can an old vine know the spring? The chariot returned to Xiao Jing, and Yunlin recognized Xu Xun.
We may not see each other for a thousand years, but I realize that this is my body. I sent Cui Shijun to Xiaoshan to pray for rain and the sweetness suddenly descended. Li Qunyu thanked the Duke and paid homage to the Jingting Temple. The five horses returned and scattered silk.
It is true that the earth dragon is in the early stage, and the natural stone swallow is uneven. Preliminarily listen to the words of crops like clouds, and there should be times when the sky is like fog.
The news has been reported to Weilin, and the Yingchuan conquest is the early stage. Inscribed on Xiaoshan Temple, Wen Tingyun's old road is overcast with trees, and the deserted temple mountain shadows the east.
The cedars and pine trees in the courtyard are covered with rain, and the flags are covered with wind. The guest pays homage at dawn and the sand is wet, and the horse neighs in the autumn and the temple is empty.
Resting on the pond late at night, the dragon entered the ancient pond. Presented to Peng Shaofu, Xiaoshan. Fang Qian was working hard in the cold and suffering, and he was worried to the point of not being clean.
Although Jianhe paid off his remaining debts, he still had songs that made him famous. I would like to be my disciple diligently and ask my questions to my teacher.
I got to know you because of Confucianism, and my love for you grows apart over time. With Chen Changguan County Tower in Xiaoshan, Fang Gan sat and looked at the north, south and west and east.
In a county, the fragrance of flowers brings rain, and the greenness of five weeping willows attracts the wind. The sea is noisy but still quiet behind the cold waves, and the post road cuts through the forest and is reopened.
Uncle Zhong was moved by the kindness, but Pei Hui was afraid that the wine pot would be empty. Qianlong River in Xiaoshan Road is narrow, green and wide, with fertile water and light wubao.
The canopy is painted with Peng Qian, and the mat is hung with clear cuts. Spring is beautiful in the southern country. The clouds in the sky are clear again.
Shanyin points to the sun, and it is already walking in the mirror. Crossing the river, Xiaoshan County Yidongxuan's begonias have faded. Lu You's stars are shy in his years, and there is no one in the secluded hall. The river and the moon are setting.
I spent the night crossing the river melancholy, and the morning breeze blew away all the begonia flowers. Xiaoshan Lu You's plain clothes are no longer stained by the dust of Beijing, and he smiles all over the river.
The green tide entering the harbor dips deep into the shore, and the white pagoda is draped in clouds and attracts people from afar. Fame and fame can only pay for future calamities, but poetry and wine can only be seen in one's body.
Hui looked for a small house in Tongjiang, and the Fu family had frequent contacts from then on. A boat ride in the rain at Xiaoshan County Station. Lu You is sitting there with nothing to do to relieve his worries, talking about wandering around in the human world.
The evening flute comes with the wind to sleep on my tired pillow, and the spring tide brings rain to the lonely boat. The wild rice in the store is fragrant and fresh, and the water shield in the market is silky and smooth.
I laugh at myself and work hard to survive, and my head is covered with snow on the yellow dust road. Sending money to Xiaoshan for writings Wang Anshi was a man of great talent and all other officials had no objection, and the brothers also praised him for his filial piety and integrity.
Except for Fang Moshou in the east view, the white beards are already green when we meet in the west state. Lingxu diverted water to clear the city, and Shenyu divided the mountains and green trees into the curtain.
Let’s go to Xiange and chat about masturbation. Who in the county dares to treat Tao Qian with disdain. 2. Ancient poems praising Xiaoshan
Xiaoshan Gion Temple Qiu Dan
Xu Zhengjun of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, a master of Western Yan. When he was born, he still had a fixed view, and after realizing it, he understood the cause and effect.
The pagoda is many years old and eminent monks frequently practice asceticism. The date is only recorded when the stele is in existence. How can an old vine know the spring?
The chariot returned to Xiao Jing, and Yunlin knew Xu Xun. We haven’t seen each other for a thousand years, but I realize that this is my body.
Send Cui Shijun to Xiaoshan to pray for rain and the sweetness suddenly descends. Li Qunyu
Xie Gong bowed to the Jingting Temple, and the five horses returned and scattered silk. It is true that the earth dragon is in a premature state,
The natural stone swallows are uneven. Preliminarily listen to the words of crops like clouds, and there should be times when the sky is like fog.
The news has been reported to Weilin, and the Yingchuan conquest is the early stage.
Inscribed on Xiaoshan Temple by Wen Tingyun
The old road is overcast with trees, and the deserted temple mountain shadows the east. It is raining in the garden with cedars and pine trees, and the hall is covered with flags and wind.
When the guest pays tribute at dawn, the sand is wet, and the horse neighs in autumn and the temple is empty. Resting on the pond late at night, the dragon entered the ancient pond.
Presented to Xiaoshan Peng Shaofu Fang Qian
As a captain, I am more diligent and miserable, and I am worried about my obsession. Although the sword and crane are used to pay the remaining debts,
there are still songs that gain great fame. I would like to be my disciple diligently and ask my questions to my teacher.
I got to know you because of Confucianism, and my love for you grows apart over time.
Watching Fang Qian from the building in Chen Changguan County, Xiaoshan
Sit and look at the north, south and west and east, far and near are in line with etiquette. The fragrance of flowers in a county brings rain,
The greenness of five weeping willows attracts the wind. The sea is noisy but still quiet behind the cold waves, and the post road cuts through the forest and is reopened.
Uncle Zhong was moved by the kindness, but Pei Hui was afraid that the wine pot would be empty.
"Qianlong" in Xiaoshan Road
The stream is narrow, green and broad, and the water is fertile and the water is light.
The canopy is painted with Peng Qian, and the mat is hung with clear cuts.
Spring is beautiful in the southern country. The clouds clear up again.
Shanyin points to the sun, and it is already walking in the mirror.
Crossing the river, Xiaoshan County Yidongxuan Begonia has faded, Lu You
The stars are shy in their youth, and there is no one in the quiet pavilion. The river and the moon are slanting.
I spent the night crossing the river melancholy, and the morning breeze blew away all the begonia flowers.
Xiaoshan Lu You
The plain clothes are no longer stained by the dust of Beijing, and the whole cloth is covered with a smile by the river.
The green tide entering the harbor dips deep into the shore, and the white pagoda is draped in clouds and attracts people from afar.
Fame and fame will not guarantee the calamity of the future, but poetry and wine cannot be seen alone.
Hui looked for a small house in Tongjiang, and the Fu family had frequent contacts from then on.
Boating in the rain, Xiaoshan County Station, Lu You
Living alone with nothing to do to relieve my worries, I talk about wandering in the human world.
The evening flute comes with the wind to sleep on my tired pillow, and the spring tide brings rain to the lonely boat.
The wild rice in the store is fragrant and fresh, and the water shield in the market is silky and smooth.
I laugh at myself and work hard to survive, and my head is covered with snow on the yellow dust road.
Send money to Xiaoshan for his works Wang Anshi
There is no suspicion among the other officials that he is highly talented, and the brothers also commend him for his filial piety and honesty.
Except for Fang Mo Shou outside the East View, the Xizhou meeting has already gray beards.
Lingxu diverted water to clear the city, and Shen Yu divided the mountains and green into the curtain.
Let’s go to Xiange and chat about masturbation. Who in the county dares to treat Tao Qian with disdain. 3. Poems and lyrics praising Xiaoshan by literati of the past dynasties
Poetry Xiaozhu will give you the answer: If you need a large number, it is recommended to read "Five Hundred Ancient Poems of Xiaoshan" Xiaoshan Gion Temple Qiu Dandong Xu Zhengjun of the Jin Dynasty, Master Yan of the West.
He still had a fixed view when he was alive, and after realizing it, he understood the cause and effect. The pagoda is many years old and eminent monks frequently practice asceticism.
Only when the stele is stored can the date be recorded. How can an old vine know the spring? The chariot returned to Xiao Jing, and Yunlin recognized Xu Xun.
We may not see each other for a thousand years, but I realize that this is my body. I sent Cui Shijun to Xiaoshan to pray for rain and the sweetness suddenly descended. Li Qunyu thanked the Duke and paid homage to the Jingting Temple. The five horses returned and scattered silk.
It is true that the earth dragon is in the early stage, and the natural stone swallow is uneven. Preliminarily listen to the words of crops like clouds, and there should be times when the sky is like fog.
The news has been reported to Weilin, and the Yingchuan conquest is the early stage. Inscribed on Xiaoshan Temple, Wen Tingyun's old road is overcast with trees, and the deserted temple mountain shadows the east.
The cedars and pine trees in the courtyard are covered with rain, and the flags are covered with wind. The guest pays homage at dawn and the sand is wet, and the horse neighs in the autumn and the temple is empty.
Resting on the pond late at night, the dragon entered the ancient pond. With Chen Changguan County Tower in Xiaoshan, Fang Gan sat and looked at the north, south and west and east.
In a county, the fragrance of flowers brings rain, and the greenness of five weeping willows attracts the wind. The sea is noisy but still quiet behind the cold waves, and the post road cuts through the forest and is reopened.
Uncle Zhong was moved by the kindness, but Pei Hui was afraid that the wine pot would be empty. Qianlong River in Xiaoshan Road is narrow, green and wide, with fertile water and light wubao.
The canopy is painted with Peng Qian, and the mat is hung with clear cuts. Spring is beautiful in the southern country. The clouds in the sky are clear again.
Shanyin points to the sun, and it is already walking in the mirror. Crossing the river, Xiaoshan County Yidongxuan's begonias have faded. Lu You's stars are shy in his years, and there is no one in the secluded hall. The moon is slanting over the river.
I spent the night crossing the river melancholy, and the morning breeze blew away all the begonia flowers. Xiaoshan Lu You's plain clothes are no longer stained by the dust of Beijing, and he smiles all over the river.
The green tide entering the harbor dips deep into the shore, and the white pagoda is draped in clouds and attracts people from afar. Fame and fame can only pay for future calamities, but poetry and wine can only be seen in one's body.
Hui looked for a small house in Tongjiang, and the Fu family had frequent contacts from then on. A boat ride in the rain at Xiaoshan County Station. Lu You is sitting there with nothing to do to relieve his worries, talking about wandering around in the human world.
The evening flute comes with the wind to sleep on my tired pillow, and the spring tide brings rain to the lonely boat. The wild rice in the store is fragrant and fresh, and the water shield in the market is silky and smooth.
I laugh at myself and work hard to survive, and my head is covered with snow on the yellow dust road. Sending money to Xiaoshan for writings Wang Anshi was a man of great talent and all other officials had no objection, and the brothers also praised him for his filial piety and integrity.
Except for Fang Moshou in the east view, the white beards of Xizhou are already visible. Lingxu diverted water to clear the city, and Shenyu divided the mountains and green trees into the curtain.
Let’s go to Xiange and chat about masturbation. Who in the county dares to treat Tao Qian with disdain. 4. Poems and poems about Xiaoshan
Mao Xihe is Mao Qiling (1623-1716), whose original name is Zong, also known as Chuqing, with the courtesy name Dake and Qiyu, and his nickname is Xihe. Scholars call him Mr. Xihe .
A native of Chengxiang Town, Xiaoshan. He became literate at the age of four. His mother dictated "The Great Learning" and he could recite it eloquently.
He was extremely intelligent when he was young and became famous in his hometown for his poems. He became a scholar when he was more than ten years old. After the death of the Ming Dynasty, the Qing soldiers went south. He, Shen Yuxi, Cai Zhongguang, and Bao Bingde escaped from the soldiers in the mountains of Nanxiang County, building an earthen room to study.
Mao Qiling was stubborn and arrogant by nature. He once said: "Since the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, there have been no scholars, and scholars have been outstanding for three hundred years." Framed.
Later he traveled to the Yangtze River and Huaihe River, and visited Henan, Hubei, Jiangxi and other places. Lai friends raised funds and donated to the Imperial College to obtain students from the Imperial College.
In the 18th year of Emperor Kangxi's reign (1679), Mao Qiling was a scholar of Confucianism and was awarded the title of Reviewer of the Hanlin Academy and Compiler of the National History Museum. During this period, a volume of "Tongyun of Ancient and Modern Times" was submitted, which was praised by Emperor Kangxi and ordered to be submitted to the History Museum.
In the 24th year of Kangxi (1685), he left the museum and returned to his hometown to concentrate on writing. Mao Qiling read a lot of books and was good at each field of Confucian classics.
He is also good at eloquence and originality. When encountering divergent opinions, we must "search for the source" and "correct the quality of every word" so as to maintain our own unique opinions.
His "Correction of Errors in the Four Books" written by him is a criticism of Zhu Xi's "Collected Commentary on the Four Books". Throughout his life, Mao Qiling took it as his own duty to debate and define the classics, and he tried his best to focus on the original text of the classics without mixing in other schools' descriptions.
The Illustrated Commentary on the Knowledge of the Great Learning, which he wrote in Shaolin Temple, is his proud work. and many other works, all clarifying his thoughts on treating classics.
In addition to concentrating on Confucian classics, he also studied local chronicles and wrote 3 volumes of "Xianghu Water Conservancy Chronicles" and 3 volumes of "Mistakes in Xiaoshan County Chronicles".
In addition, Mao had great attainments in literature and music. He was good at poetry and poetry. He wrote several volumes of "Xihe Poetry Talk" and "Xihe Poetry Talk". He also taught music rhythm and wrote 4 volumes of "Jingshan Lequan" and "Explanation of Leben". 》Volume 2 etc.
When Mao Qiling was 70 years old, he wrote his own epitaph. He stated that after his death, he would "not wear hats, shoes, clothes, and accept visitors." In the fifty-fifth year of Kangxi's reign (1716), he died of illness at home.
His posthumous works were compiled by students into "The Complete Works of Xihe", with a total of 493 volumes, and more than 40 works were included in "Sikuquanshu". Note: You can also search for Mao Qiling (Maoxihe) on the Internet and you will see a lot of information. 5. Praise for the ancient poems of Xiaoshan
Ode to Willows
(Tang Dynasty) He Zhizhang
The jasper made up a tree as high as a tree,
Thousands of green silk hanging down sash.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Wind
(Tang Dynasty) Li Qiao
It sheds three autumn leaves,
can bloom February flowers.
Thousands of feet of waves are crossing the river,
Thousands of people and bamboo poles are leaning.
Ode to the Goose
(Tang Dynasty) King Luo Bin
Goose, goose, goose,
The song is singing to the sky.
White hair floats on the green water,
Anthurium stirs the clear waves.
Chile Song
"Folk Song of the Northern Dynasties"
Chile River, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain,
The sky is like a dome-shaped house, covering the surrounding fields.
The sky is blue and the fields are vast.
The wind blows the grass and you can see the cattle and sheep.
"Han Yuefu"
You can pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River.
Lotus leaves and fields.
Fish play among the lotus leaves.
Fish plays with lotus leaves to the east,
Fish plays with lotus leaves to the west,
Fish plays with lotus leaves to the south,
Fish plays with lotus leaves to the west North 6. Poems and poems praising Xiaoshan
It is a hall, carrying a high hill on its back, looping around on the left and right, supported by many trees, repairing bamboo poles to bring the wind, winding in the front, with summer wheat and autumn crops, and the wind is away. Leave.
... with a long canal, the boat can be connected. It is connected to a clear pool, and a stone spring flows out. Listening to the coolness, it is like a building or a harp.
The fish with red scales and the overflowing algae are resting and swimming, the scenery and the heart are harmonious, and no one knows how tired they are. ---Liu Bowen's "The Story of Yiyi Mountain Hall" A picture of rafting in the smoke Author: Liu Bowen Reminiscent of an old trip to Xianghu Lake, the sun was clear and the breeze was gentle, the river was flat.
The small boat emerges through the flower bottom, and the fish swim in the mirror. Don't come here and think about it, your heart will only understand it. It will be clear to your eyes when you look at the painting again.
Where are the plain rocks and green pine trees? I would like to take my crown and tassel from my father in the nest. Inscribed on Qin Yinjun's Ligu Pavilion by Dai Shulun. People from the north are eager to return. Still living in Xiaoshan. Closed and never left. The poem is famous all over the world. Xiaoshan Gion Temple. Qiu Dan. Xu Zhengjun of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Master Yan of the West.
He still had a fixed view when he was alive, and after realizing it, he understood the cause and effect. The pagoda is many years old and eminent monks frequently practice asceticism.
Only when the stele is stored can the date be recorded. How can an old vine know the spring? The chariot returned to Xiao Jing, and Yunlin recognized Xu Xun.
Even if we don’t see each other for a thousand years, I realize that this is my body. Send Cui Shijun to Xiaoshan to pray for rain, and the sweetness suddenly descends. Li Qunyu Xie Gong bowed to the Jingting Temple, and the five horses returned and scattered silk.
It is true that the earth dragon is in the early stage, and the natural stone swallow is uneven. Preliminarily listen to the words of crops like clouds, and there should be times when the sky is like fog.
The news has been reported to Weilin, and the Yingchuan conquest is the early stage. Inscribed on Xiaoshan Temple by Wen Tingyun. The old road is overcast with trees, and the deserted temple mountain shadows the east.
The cedars and pine trees in the courtyard are covered with rain, and the flags are covered with wind. The guest pays homage at dawn and the sand is wet, and the horse neighs in the autumn and the temple is empty.
Resting on the pond late at night, the dragon entered the ancient pond. Presented to Mr. Peng Shaofu of Xiaoshan, Fang Qian. As a lieutenant, he is more diligent and miserable, and he is obsessed with worries.
Although the sword crane has paid off the remaining debts, there are still songs that make it famous. I would like to be my disciple diligently and ask my questions to my teacher.
I got to know you because of Confucianism, and my love for you grows apart over time. /z/q90058159.htm. 7. Ancient poems by poets of all dynasties praising Xiaoshan
It is a hall, carrying a high hill on its back, looping around on the left and right, supported by many trees, repairing bamboo poles to bring the wind, meandering in front of meandering fields, with summer wheat and autumn crops, and the wind blowing away. Leave.
... with a long canal, the boat can be connected. It is connected to a clear pool, and a stone spring flows out. Listening to the coolness, it is like a building or a harp.
The fish with red scales and the overflowing algae are resting and swimming, the scenery and the heart are harmonious, and no one knows how tired they are. ---Liu Bowen's "The Story of Yiyi Mountain Hall" A picture of rafting in the smoke Author: Liu Bowen Reminiscent of an old trip to Xianghu Lake, the sun was clear and the breeze was gentle, the river was flat.
The small boat emerges from the bottom of the flowers, and the fish are swimming in the mirror. Don't come here and think about it, your heart will only understand it. It will be clear to your eyes when you look at the painting again.
Where are the plain rocks and green pines? I would like to take my crown and tassel from my father in the nest. Inscribed on Qin Yinjun's Ligu Pavilion by Dai Shulun. People from the north are eager to return. Still living in Xiaoshan. Closed and never left. The poem is famous all over the world. Xiaoshan Gion Temple. Qiu Dan. Xu Zhengjun of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Master Yan of the West.
He still had a fixed view when he was alive, and after realizing it, he understood the cause and effect. The pagoda is many years old and eminent monks frequently practice asceticism.
Only when the stele is stored can the date be recorded. How can an old vine know the spring? The chariot returned to Xiao Jing, and Yunlin recognized Xu Xun.
We may not see each other for a thousand years, but I realize that this is my body. Send Cui Shijun to Xiaoshan to pray for rain, and the sweetness suddenly descends. Li Qunyu Xie Gong bowed to the Jingting Temple, and the five horses returned and scattered silk.
It is true that the earth dragon is in the early stage, and the natural stone swallow is uneven. Preliminarily listen to the words of crops like clouds, and there should be times when the sky is like fog.
The news has been reported to Weilin, and the Yingchuan conquest is the early stage. Inscribed on Xiaoshan Temple by Wen Tingyun. The old road is overcast with trees, and the deserted temple mountain shadows the east.
The cedars and pine trees in the courtyard are covered with rain, and the flags are covered with wind. The guest pays homage at dawn and the sand is wet, and the horse neighs in the autumn and the temple is empty.
Resting on the pond late at night, the dragon entered the ancient pond. Presented to Mr. Peng Shaofu of Xiaoshan, Fang Qian. As a lieutenant, he is more diligent and miserable, and he is obsessed with worries.
Although the sword crane has paid off the remaining debts, there are still songs that make it famous. I would like to be my disciple diligently and ask my questions to my teacher.
I got to know you because of Confucianism, and my love for you grows apart over time. Fang Qian, who climbed to the top of the Chen Changguan County Tower in Xiaoshan, sat and looked at the north, south and west and east, far and near, which is in line with etiquette and justice.
The fragrance of flowers in a county brings rain, and the greenness of five weeping willows attracts the wind. The sea is noisy but still quiet behind the cold waves, and the post road cuts through the forest and is reopened.
Uncle Zhong was moved by the kindness, but Pei Hui was afraid that the wine pot would be empty. "Qianlong" in Xiaoshan Road: The stream is narrow, green and wide, and the water is fertile and the water is light.
The canopy is painted with Peng Qian, and the mat is hung with clear cuts. Spring is beautiful in the southern country. The clouds in the sky are clear again.
Shanyin points to the sun, and it is already walking in the mirror. Crossing the river, Xiaoshan County Yidongxuan Begonia has faded. Lu You. The stars on the temples are in their prime, and there is no one in the secluded hall. The moon is slanting over the river.
I spent the night crossing the river melancholy, and the morning breeze blew away all the begonia flowers. Xiaoshan Lu You The plain clothes are no longer stained by the dust of Beijing, and the whole cloth is covered with a smile by the river.
The green tide entering the harbor dips deep into the shore, and the white pagoda is draped in clouds and attracts people from afar. Fame and fame can only pay for future calamities, but poetry and wine can only be seen in one's body.
Hui looked for a small house in Tongjiang, and the Fu family had frequent contacts from then on. Boating in Xiaoshan County Station in the Rain Lu You Sitting there with nothing to do to relieve my worries, I talk about wandering in the human world.
The evening flute comes with the wind to sleep on my tired pillow, and the spring tide brings rain to the lonely boat. The wild rice in the store is fragrant and fresh, and the water shield in the market is silky and smooth.
I laugh at myself and work hard to survive, and my head is covered with snow on the yellow dust road. Sending money to Xiaoshan for writings by Wang Anshi. There is no doubt about his talent among the other officials, and the brothers also commend him for his filial piety and honesty.
Except for Fang Mo Shou outside the East View, the Xizhou meeting has already gray beards. Lingxu diverted water to clear the city, and Shenyu divided the mountains and green trees into the curtain.
Let’s go to Xiange and chat about masturbation. Who in the county dares to treat Tao Qian with disdain.