Ancient China mainly talked about ghosts and gods.
For example: God, God guides everything. -"Shuo Wen"
To worship the gods. -"Li Zhou Da Le Si". Note: "refers to the five emperors, the sun, the moon and the stars."
Yang essence calls God. -"Dai Dai Li Ji Ceng Zi Tianyuan"
The snake-drying god heard this and was afraid, so he told the emperor. -"Liezi Tang Wen"
God is wise and upright. -"Thirty-two years of Zuo Zhuan and Zhuang Gong"
God is also a wonderful thing, and so are those who speak for God. -"Yi Shuo Gua"
How did the gods accept their duties? -"The Book of Rites, Liu Yun"
Mountains, mountains, rivers, valleys, mountains and mountains are all called gods. -Sacrificial Ritual Law
Valley god never dies. -"Lao Zi". Note: "The God of the Five Zangs is also."
What is sacred and unknowable is called God. -"Mencius"
Is to know about ghosts and gods. -"Yi copula"
The gods are gods. -"Poetry, Elegance and Volume"
God is also spiritual. -"Guang Yun"
There are gods in the sky. -"Poetry in Xiaoya Datian"
A little faith is not a blessing, but a blessing. -"Zuo Zhuan Zhuang Gong Ten Years"
If you can't install it well, don't blame ghosts and gods -"Ancient Poems for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife"
Then the value of the battle of Sri Lanka can be earth-shattering, and people will cry and die with the battle of Wuchang Revolution. —— Sun Wen's Brief Introduction to the Seventy-two Martyrs in Huanghuagang
In addition, most of Qu Yuan's poems are ghosts and gods, such as Nine Songs, which are the ghosts and gods worshipped in Chu cultural areas.
Jia Sheng —— Li Shangyin's propaganda room visited the courtiers, and Jia Sheng's tone was even more incoherent. Reiko night sky banquet, Mo Wen Shu Ren asked ghosts and gods.
The poet Li He is called "Shi Gui", and his poems are full of ghosts and gods. Read more books.
Green Seal (Taoist Wu Yelai) Li He
The blue neon button calls the palace god, and the red dragon jade dog opens the heaven.
Pomegranate flowers spread all over the Western Jin Dynasty, and girls in the Western Jin Dynasty washed flowers and dyed white clouds.
Green chapter was ordered to consult Yuan Fu, and the horseshoe on the Sixth Street was boundless.
The air and atmosphere are unclear, and the short clothes and small crowns are all dusty.
There are thousands of bells ringing in Jinjiaxiang, and there is no vulgar sound in Yang Xiongqiu's room.
I am willing to take Han Ji to recruit book ghosts, and I don't want to hate my bones.
Li He wrote under Wang Jun's tomb
There is no boy in the world, so it is better to sing dragons in the water.
White grass invades smoke to death, and autumn pears are red around the ground.
The ancient books are flat with black stone, and the sleeves are broken with bronze.
Agricultural potential expands and graves are closed.
Chrysanthemum hung wet dew, spine diameter lying dry.
Pines and cypresses are sad and fragrant, and there are a few nights of wind in the South Garden.
Bronze camel mourns Li He.
Down and out in March, looking for flowers to go to the Lord
Who writes a song to send the spring, Luoan sad bronze camel.
There are many passengers in the south of the bridge, and the ancients are spared in the north.
A guest who drinks a glass of wine will make him sad for a thousand years.
Don't waste this life, the wind blows a candle.
Tired of seeing peach trees laughing and bronze camels crying at night.
Wushan gaoli river
Green bushes, towering into the sky, the river churning, the gods dragging smoke.
Chu soul is full of dreams, and the breeze is full of rain and moss.
Yao Ji has been gone for thousands of years, and lilacs and bamboos cry for old apes.
The ancient temple is cold in recent months, and the pepper flowers are red and wet in the clouds.
Li He, who has never been out.
The sky is a mystery, and the ground is dense.
Bears eat people's souls, and ice and snow hurt people's bones.
Dogs are so stubborn that they can't lick their palms.
The emperor sent a mysterious disaster to solve the problem, and the jade star lit a sword and a golden yoke.
Although I can't cross the horse, the waves in Liyang Lake are like mountains.
Poison Qiu shook his gold ring and looked at each other. Scorpion spat.
Bao taught me to sleep in the grass. Yan Hui had 29 spots on his temples.
Yan Hui doesn't shed blood, Bao Jiao doesn't go against the sky.
God is afraid of being bitten, so it is.
Obviously, I am still afraid of the public and don't believe it. The masses read wall books and seek heaven.
Chang Pingjian Song Li He
Paint gray bones with red water and sand bottom, sad ancient blood with bronze flowers.
White feathers and golden scorpions were exhausted in the rain, leaving only three ridges and residual spikes.
I'm looking for a plain where I can ride two horses. I'm under Artemisia Wharf in Shi Tian, to the east of the post station.
The wind is long and the stars are rustling, and the black flag clouds hang wet at night.
The left soul is thin, and the cheese bottle will burn the sheep.
Insect-dwelling geese are sick with asparagus and red, and the return air blows yin fire.
Visiting the ancient marble carving, the arrow was cut off, the front was red and the meat was cut off.
Nanmo Dongcheng immediately advised me to exchange gold for bamboo.
Shen
The witch pours wine, the clouds are full, and the winter jade stove smells like charcoal.
Poseidon Shan Gui came to his seat, and the paper money rustled like a whirlwind.
Acacia wood post gold dance Luan, save moths with heavy bombs.
Calling stars and ghosts for cups and plates makes people feel chilling.
In the end, the south sun is low and the bay is flat, and the immortals grow harmoniously.
God was angry with God because he loved his teacher and gave him a ride back to Qingshan.