Ancient poetry is a general term for ancient China poetry, which refers to China's poetry works before the war in 184. From the metrical point of view, ancient poetry can be divided into ancient poetry and modern poetry. Taking the Tang Dynasty as the boundary, the previous poems were all ancient poems, and then, the ancient poems gradually declined and gradually disappeared. Ancient poetry is also called ancient poetry or ancient style; Modern poetry is also called modern poetry. The following is a complete collection of Bai Juyi's ancient poems that I share with you. Let's have a look!
Bai Juyi's Complete Collection of Ancient Poems
One of the five poems
Who can distinguish between truth and falsehood? Nothing has happened since ancient times.
However, if you love Zangsheng, you can cheat the saints, so you can see that Ningzi can solve the problem of pretending to be stupid.
The grass firefly is not a fire when it shines. Although the lotus dew is a ball, is it a pearl?
if you don't take burnt wood and take it, it's no good being miserable and glorious.
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the world is uncertain, and the dust net has not stopped.
fortunes return to the car and turn the hub, while prosperity and decline cover the hand and hide the hook.
the turtle spirit may cause intestinal problems, but the horse should not lose its feet.
those who don't believe in your chess game will win or lose until the end of the game.
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I'll give you a way to be suspicious, so you don't have to drill a turtle and wish you a blessing.
the jade test should be burned for three days, and the material identification should be held for seven years.
On the day of the Duke of Zhou's fear of rumors, Wang Mang's humility did not usurp the throne.
Xiang Shi died at first, but who knows the truth of his life?
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whose house is still broken, where can the guests cry and sing?
yesterday, the roof was hot, but now it's so busy outside.
Beimang didn't save leisure space, so why was there a fixed wave in the East China Sea?
don't laugh at being poor and boasting about wealth. How about * * * becoming a skeleton?
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Don't be a bully on Mount Tai, Yanzi has no intention of admiring Lao Peng.
pine trees are rotten at the end of the Millennium, and hibiscus flowers are proud of themselves every day.
there is no need to love the world and worry about death, nor do you feel bored with life.
Everything from birth to death is an illusion. What is the feeling of an illusionist?
work under the bamboo on the pond
walk around the hedge, and ten acres of leisure is half a pond.
after eating enough and sleeping in the window, walking alone in the forest with light feet.
water is my friend, and bamboo is my teacher.
why bother to find relatives and friends in the world?
Farewell to the ancient grass
boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season.
wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind.
sweet they press on the old high-road, and reach the crumbling city-gate.
o Prince of Friends, you are gone again, I hear them sighing after you.
after eating
sleep after eating and get up for two cups of tea.
looking up at the shadow of the sun, it has resumed southwest oblique.
happy people cherish the promotion of the day, and worried people hate the credit for the year.
those who have no worries and no happiness will be long and short.
recalling Jiangnan (part one)
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery has been well known.
At sunrise, the river is more red than fire.
In spring, the river is as green as blue.
Can you forget Jiangnan?
remembering Jiangnan (the second part)
Jiang Nanyi, Hangzhou is the most memorable.
Looking for laurels in the mountain temple in the middle of the moon,
Watching the tide on the pillow of the county pavilion.
when will you visit again?
I remember Jiangnan (the third)
Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Palace.
Wu drinks a cup of spring bamboo leaves,
Wu Wa dances and gets drunk with hibiscus.
meet again sooner or later?
Sauvignon Blanc
Bianshui River, Surabaya River.
Wu Shan feels a little sad when he flows to Guazhou ancient ferry.
thinking is long and hating is long.
I don't want to rest until I return home, and people lean on the building in the moonlight.
You should know that all the phases are different, and if you live without a surplus, you will have a surplus.
You forget to talk for a moment, and you say in your dream that your dreams are double-empty.
You can't get both fruits if you spend empty flowers, and how can the sun find fish more?
The perturbation is that Zen is moving, and if you don't move, you will be like this.
Song of Eternal Sorrow
china's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding
till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her.
but with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, at last one day was chosen for the imperial household.
if she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing.
it was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, which warmed and smoothed the creamy-tinted crystal of her skin.
and, because of her languor, a maid was lifting her, when first the Emperor noticed her and chose her for his bride.
the cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved, were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains.
but nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, and the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings.
and lavished all his time on her with feasts and revelry, his mistress of the spring, his despot of the night.
there were other ladies in his court, three thousand of rare beauty, but his favours to three thousand were concentered in one body.
The Golden House is dressed up to serve the night, and when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine.
all brothers and sisters are emigrants, and, because she so illumined and glorified her clan.
she brought to every father, every mother through the empire, happiness when a girl was born rather than a boy.
...High rose Li Palace, entering blue clouds, and far and wide the breezes carried magical notes.
slow singing, slow dancing, slow dancing, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough.
till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth, and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat.
the Forbidden City, the nine-tiered palace, loomed in the dust, from thousands of horses and chariots headed southwest.
the imperial flag opened the way, now moving and now pausing, but thirty miles from the capital, beyond the western gate.
the men of the army stopped, not one of them would stir, till under their horses' hoofs they might trample those moth-eyebrows.
flowery hairpins fell to the ground, no one picked them up, and a green and white jade hair-tassel and a yellowgold hair-bird.
the Emperor could not save her, he could only cover his face, and later when he turned to look, the place of blood and tears.
was hidden in a yellow dust blown by a cold wind, at the cleft of the Dagger-Tower Trail they crisscrossed through a cloud-line.
under Emei Mountain. The last few came, flags and banners lost their colour in the fading sunlight.
but as waters of Shu are always green and its mountains always blue, so changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days.
he stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast.
and when heaven and earth resumed their round and the dragon car faced home, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away.
from the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?.
ruler and lords, when eyes would meet, wept upon their coats, as they rode, with loose rein, slowly eastward, back to the capital.
the pools, the gardens, the palace, all were just as before, the Lake Taiye hibiscus, the Weiyang Palace willows.
but a petal was like her face and a willow-leaf her eyebrow, and what could he do but cry whenever he looked at them?.
peach-trees and plum-trees blossomed, in the winds of spring, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains.
the Western and Southern Palaces were littered with late grasses, and the steps were mounded with red leaves that no one swept away.
Li Yuan disciple Bai Fuxin, and the eunuchs thin-eyebrowed in her Court of PepperTrees;.
over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight., he would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep..
bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours, and the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn.
and the porcelain mandarin-ducks on the roof grow thick with morning frost, who's with * * *?
with the distance between life and death year after year, and yet no beloved spirit ever visited his dreams.
at Lingqiong lived a Taoist priest who was a guest of heaven, able to summon spirits by his concentrated mind.
and people were so moved by the Emperor's constant brooding, that they besought the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
he opened his way in space and clove the ether like lightning, up to heaven, under the earth, looking everywhere.
above, he searched the Green Void, below, the Yellow Spring, but he failed, in either place, to find the one he looked for.
and then he heard accounts of an enchanted isle at sea, the mountains are in the middle of nothingness.
with pavilions and fine towers in the five-coloured air, and of exquisite immortals moving to and fro.
and of one among them-whom they called The Ever True, with a face of snow and flowers resembling hers he sought.
so he went to the West Hall's gate of gold and knocked at the jasper door, and asked a girl, called Morsel-of-Jade, to tell The Doubly- Perfect.
and the lady, at news of an envoy from the Emperor of China, was startled out of dreams in her nine-flowered, canopy.
she pushed aside her pillow, dressed, shook away sleep, and opened the pearly shade and then the silver screen.
her cloudy hair-dress hung on one side because of her great haste, and her flower-cap was loose when she came along the terrace.
while a light wind filled her cloak and fluttered with her motion, as though she danced The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat.
and the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear.
but love glowed deep within her eyes when she bade him thank her liege, whose form and voice had been strange to her ever since their parting.
since happiness had ended at the Court of the Bright Sun, and moons and dawns had become long in Fairy-Mountain Palace.
but when she turned her face and looked down toward the earth, and tried to see the capital, there were only fog and dust.
show affection for the old, and, through his envoy, sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin.
but kept one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box, breaking the gold of the hairpin, breaking the shell of the box.
"Our souls belong together," she said, "like this gold and this shell", somewhere, sometime, on earth or in heaven, we shall surely.
and she sent him, by his messenger, a sentence reminding him, of vows which had been known only to their two hearts.
on the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life, we told each other secretly in the quiet midnight world.
that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree..
earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever.
watching mowing wheat
in may, people are twice as busy as in the family.
at night, when the south wind comes, the wheat turns yellow.
the mother-in-law is full of food, and the child is full of pot pulp.
Xiang went with Xiang Tian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
it's full of rustic heat, and the back burns in the sun.
I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.
there is a poor woman again, holding her son by her side.
the right hand holds the ear, and the left arm hangs the basket.
it's sad to hear what they care about.
I've lost all my taxes, so I'll take this to satisfy my hunger.
what merits do I have today? I never worked in agriculture and mulberry.
Li Lu has three hundred stones, and Yan has surplus grain at the age of one.
I'm ashamed to read this, and I can't forget it every day.
Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple
In April, all the flowers in the world are blooming, and
Peach blossoms in Shansi Temple are in full bloom.
I've long hated the spring return, and I don't know where to find it.
I don't know where to turn to.
Poor third night in September,
The dew is like a real pearl and the moon is like a bow.
introduction of Bai Juyi
Bai Juyi's. The word is Lotte, the name is Xiangshan Jushi, and the name is Mr. Zuiyin. Taiyuan (now Shanxi) people. A famous realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty, one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty. In the third year of Yuanhe (88), he worshipped Zuo to collect the remains, and was later demoted to Sima in Jiangzhou (now Jiangxi) and moved to Zhongzhou (now Sichuan) for secretariat. Later, for the secretariat of Hangzhou, and for the secretariat of Suzhou and Tongzhou (now Shaanxi), he was appointed as an official by the minister of punishments. He lived in Luoyang in the evening, calling himself Mr. Zuiyin and Xiangshan lay man. In his early years, his poems were as famous as Yuan Zhen and were called "Yuan Bai". In his later years, he was named as "Liu Bai" along with Liu Yuxi. His poems have a wide range of themes, diverse forms and popular language, and are known as "Poet Magic" and "Poet King". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. Although there are not many words, they have a great influence on future generations. There is "Bai Changqing Collection". The representative poems include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Trip and so on. Bai Juyi's former residence memorial hall is located in the suburb of Luoyang. Baiyuan (Bai Juyi's Tomb) is located at Pipa Peak in Xiangshan, south of Luoyang.