1. "Gift from the younger brother" (2) Liu Zhenhan
Pine on the pavilion hill and a stroke in the valley.
when the wind blows, the pine branches blow!
the frost is miserable, and it is always correct at the end of the year.
don't you suffer from freezing cold, pine and cypress have nature!
2. "farewell to vice-prefect du setting out for his official post in shu" Wang Bo Early Tang Dynasty
City Que (què) assisted Sanqin, through a mist that makes five rivers one.
we bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways.
and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
why should you linger at the fork of the road, children * * * with towels.
3. on a Gate-Tower at Youzhou Chen Ziang Tang
where, before me, are the ages that have gone?,
and where, behind me, are the coming generations?.
I think of heaven and earth, without limit, without end,
and I am all alone and my tears fall down.
4.
Wang Weitang
Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.
I advise you to drink a glass of wine more, and go out to Yangguan for no reason.
5. a Farewell to Secretary Shuyun at the Xietiao Villa in Xuanzhou Li Bai Tang
since yesterday had to throw me and bolt.
today has hurt my heart even more.
the autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort, as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine.
the bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, and I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side.
we both are exalted to distant thought wants to go to the sky to capture the bright moon.
but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, and sorrows return, though we drown them with wine.
since the world can in no way answer our craving, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat.
6.
In the early spring, there was a member of the Ministry of Water, Zhang Eighteen.
The rain in the sky was crisp, but the grass color was not near.
the best thing is the spring of the year, which is absolutely better than the smoke and willow in the imperial capital.
7. Untitled Li Shangyin's Late Tang Dynasty
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
8. "Meeting Huan" Li Yu Five Dynasties Southern Tang
Without words, he went to the West Building alone, and the moon was like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
if you keep cutting, you will still be confused. It is sadness, especially the general taste in your heart.
9. "Climbing to the Peak" Wang Anshi flew to the Chihiro Tower on the mountain in the Northern Song Dynasty, and heard that the cock crowed to see the sun rise.
I'm not afraid of clouds covering my eyes, and I'm only at the highest level.
1. "Su Muzhe" Fan Zhongyan Northern Song Dynasty
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green waves.
the mountain reflects the water in the setting sun, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
I'm homesick, I'm homesick, I'm thinking about traveling, and I'm staying in bed every night unless I have a good dream.
the bright moon building rests on its own, and the wine turns into homesickness and tears.
References: Chinese Book
Unit 5
21 and Zhu Yuansi's Book Wu Jun Southern Dynasties Liang
22 Mr. Wuliu's biography of Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty
23 Ma Shuo Han Yutang
24 sent Dongyang Ma Shengxu Song Lian
25 poems and songs
rewarded Lotte Yangzhou Chu.
Nostalgia, singing and smelling flute fu, is like a rotten ke in my hometown.
On the side of the sinking boat, Qian Fan passes, and in front of the diseased tree, Wan Muchun.
today, I listen to a song by Jun, so I can take a glass of wine for a while.
Red Cliff
Du Mu
The iron that sank the halberd and sank the sand has not been sold, so I will wash it and recognize the previous dynasty.
If the east wind doesn't cooperate with Zhou Lang, the copper finches lock Er Qiao in spring.
After crossing Dingyang
Wen Tianxiang
When it comes to hard work, there are few stars around.
the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life experience is ups and downs.
fear is said on the beach, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
since ancient times, no one has died, so take the heart of Dan to shine on the history.
water melody
Su Shi
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, he was drunk and drunk. He wrote this article and was pregnant with his son.
when will there be a bright moon? I fetch the wine glass from afar. I do not know the palace in heaven, and what month and when. I would like to take the royal breeze back to the sky, and I am afraid that in the buildings of fine jade, it cannot withstand the cold of nine days. Dance to find out what shadows are like on earth.
turn to Zhuge, low-lying households, and take photos without sleep. The moon should not have any resentment against people, why is it that the people are only round when they leave? Men have sorrow and joy and they part and meet again. The moon dims or shines and it waxes or wanes. Nothing is perfect, not even in the old days. I hope people will live for a long time, and they will be beautiful for thousands of miles.
Mountain Goat Tongguan Nostalgia
Zhang Yanghao
There are many peaks and mountains, and the waves are angry, and the mountains and rivers cover Tongguan Road. Looking at the western capital, I hesitated. Sad Qin and Han dynasties, the palace que ten thousand rooms have been made of soil. Xing, the people suffer; Death makes the people suffer.
Unit 6
26 Xiaoshi Pond Liu Zongyuan Tang
27 Yueyang Tower Fan Zhongyan Northern Song Dynasty
28 Zuiweng Pavilion Ouyang Xiu Song
29 Manjing Travel Notes Yuan Hongdao Ming
3 poems and five poems
Drinking
Tao Yuanming
build house is in a human condition, but there are no cars and horses. Ask you what you can do, and your heart is far from self-biased.
under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning.
there is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten to say it if I want to distinguish it.
it is hard to go
Li Bai
pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, whose jade plate is rich in delicacies.
I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, I would climb the Taihang Mountains, but the sky is blind with snow.
Come fishing and sit on the stream, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.
it is hard to go, it is hard to go, many roads, are now in peace.
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
The thatched cottage was broken by autumn wind.
Du Fu
In August, the high wind howled, and it rolled up the triple grass on my house.
Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the outskirts of the river. The highest one hung a long forest tip, and the lower one floated to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me, and I am old and weak, so I can stand being a thief.
openly carrying Mao into the bamboo, his lips are burning and his mouth is dry and he can't breathe. When he comes back, he leans against himself and sighs.
in a moment, the wind will set the clouds and ink color, and in autumn, the desert will turn dark.
the cloth is as cold as iron for many years, and the arrogant children lie down and crack inside.
there is no dry place at the head of the bed, and the foot of the rain is like hemp.
If you sleep less after going through the chaos, how can you get wet all night?
There are tens of millions of spacious buildings in Ande, which is a great shelter for all the poor people in the world to be happy and calm!
alas, when I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house will freeze to death alone!
a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home
Cen Can
the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.
bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, and the metal of armour congeals on the men.
the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed.
but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.
till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.
we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.
and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems
Gong Zizhen
Far away from sorrow, the day is slanting,
Whining the whip to the east means the end of the world.
falling red is not heartless,
turning into spring mud protects flowers more.