Why don't you come back?
Frequent terminology
What do you mean by my old friend Hu Bugui's negative attitude towards me?
Old friend, why don't you come back? Wait until the hair and beard are white and old.
In the spring breeze of Chonggang Ancient Road, Xiaocao is like an old friend. What do you mean?
Wang Anshi introduced
Wang Anshi (102 1- 1086), a famous writer and politician in Song Dynasty, was born in Linchuan, Fuchuan (now Fuzhou, Jiangxi). When he was young, he wrote excellent articles and was praised by Ouyang Xiu. Wang Anshi became a scholar at the age of twenty and worked as a local official several times. When he was a county official in Yinxian (now Yinxian, Zhejiang), it happened that the disaster there was serious and the people's lives were very difficult. Wang Anshi built water conservancy, improved traffic and managed it in an orderly manner. In Xining, Song Shenzong for two years, he actively carried out political reforms to alleviate people's difficulties. In the eighth year of Yuanfeng, the new law was abolished, and Wang Anshi suffered from anxiety and died the following year.
Wang Anshi struggled to realize his political ideal all his life, and closely linked literary creation with political activities. Because he holds the concept of "application" in his literary creation, his poems have a strong political color, which directly serves his political struggle. Wang Anshi's prose is mostly political. These works, on the basis of profound analysis, put forward clear opinions and have strong persuasiveness. For example, Answering Sima Shi's admonition analyzes Sima Guang's criticism of the new law, which is concise, tactful and firm, and shows his political attitude of adhering to principles. Wang Anshi's prose pays more attention to the persuasiveness of theory than to brewing atmosphere, describing objects and impressing readers emotionally. Therefore, his prose is generally excellent in conception, strong in logic and generality, and simple in language. This is also the result of his literary proposition.
Like prose, Wang Anshi's poems are full of political content and obvious tendency, showing sympathy for the people and melancholy for the future of society. As well as his resistance to traditional ideas, fully expressed his lofty political aspirations and positive attitude towards life. Many of his poems about nostalgia for the past also endowed him with great political ambitions and critical spirit.
After retiring in his later years, changes in his life and mood changed his poetic style, and he created many small poems describing lakes and mountains, paying more attention to the tempering of poetic art. There are many representative works, such as "Boating in Guazhou" and "Guazhou in Jingkou is separated by a water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains". The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? "These poems are novel and unique, and their words and sentences are appropriate and natural. They are indeed more mature in art than in their early years, but the political enthusiasm in previous years' poems has greatly declined at this time.
Wang Anshi's poems:
Song Sunzigao
Rippling Jiangnan guests, melting the table.
A bottle of wine leaves you alone.
The guests are poor and sick, and the friendship is far closer.
I was ashamed of my child's feelings and lost my tears.
Send Tao's wife and Chunfu.
The plains are covered with dark clouds and the wind is even withering.
Looking at the season from a distance, I feel sorry for that woman.
Dreams have changed a lot, and life is getting old.
I am even more ashamed to be helpless and cry on the road.
The trip to see you off made up for it, and suddenly I made four sentences on the boat.
The west wind in Huaikou is urgent. When did you decide?
Therefore, we should take pictures tonight.
Send Wang Daqing to Jiangling.
At the beginning of the ninth Qing dynasty, the third division of Asia was ordered, and hundreds of officials looked forward to the teacher.
Nanque will return the new seal, while Dongzhou will only carry old books and poems.
Cold pavilion guests have no good words, and the more they cross the water, the richer they get.
Looking back on the Millennium, I can't see the difference, but I doubt that today is better than then.
Send Wang Jie to know Huzhou.
How beautiful is the satrap of Xing Wu? Liu Yun's poems are not enough.
Looking back on the past, the county people met the heavy burden, and the master of Baipingzhou was surging.
Send Wang Langzhong to know Jiangyin.
Holding Han Xiao's blue silk quilt, I went to Wu to see the white horse tide.
Drums overlap the river, waves are cold, and wild clouds are floating.
Fish wear willows and boast whales, while people learn to slim their waists by picking hibiscus.
There are three Huai Shang satrap in the family, but who is like Li Wenrao?
Send the king and defend Jingnan.
It is difficult to suppress a vassal with lofty aspirations, and it is even more difficult to be virtuous at this time.
What's wrong with a long slogan? If an old horse can do it, it is easy to be idle
On Leng Yue Day in Shashi, Zhu Gong left behind ancient moss spots.
Knowing the public is not tiring, but also a letter, focusing on fame and fortune.
Send Wang mengzhou
Please go to the southeast of the county to promote the trip, and the river is red.
Benevolence has arrived in the spring breeze, and the envoys are still fighting at night.
The arrow fell and carved a rabbit to avoid it. This sentence spread to crocodiles in the sea.
Kirin is not a human thing. The Han Dynasty wrote to Jia Sheng first.
Send Qin Wang.
After fifteen years in the world, the dust blows on the temples.
Looking back at the mountains, the child suddenly became full.
Knowing that children are talented and hard-working, there is no room for manoeuvre.
Seeing each other and saying goodbye to Wu, when will the life experience stop?
Send the king
Tourists in the north share the same surname, and the flu in the south seems to be human.
Is it more affectionate to forget each other when you are separated and walk on the road?
Send king Zhan Shuli to the state road for trial.
Wang Sun had read the Five Classics, and his hand was a satrap.
I didn't push Zhu Xun to resign, but I lost my gold and my help.
Talents are often scarce since ancient times, and when the time comes, as long as you are alone.
I went to see the plan, but the road was bumpy.
Place one's hopes on Linjiang
The oriole has a head and travels on Wan Li Road ... >>
What do you mean, water is like diarrhea, and clothes don't feel?
This is a lyric in HITA's "Picking Wei".
It rained heavily, like falling from the sky, standing under the eaves, and getting wet unconsciously. The artistic conception is wonderful!
Hita-Cai Wei
Music: Mirror Gemini-Song of Rotation
Lyrics: Choose a song
When the snow comes,
Make another pot of wine,
Will be lonely, long entrance.
On a cold night, on the other side of the mountain, red clouds came out of the cave.
Small stove, that ballad.
If you wrote it by accident.
Before the Millennium, wheat was not mature,
It's early autumn,
Leave around and attack Chai Fei.
The frosty red on the ridge also soaked the eyes.
That song, stuck in my throat,
Silence cannot bear to look back.
"Young, * * * picking EU,
The wind is warm, and it begins to blossom.
How old are the four seasons in the mountains?
Married in the early Qing Dynasty and adopted Wei alone.
The dew is still thin and the leaves are still green.
Ask the recruiter, where is the hometown? "
When the rain hasn't stopped,
Decoct tea and try new leaves,
Let time and cups overlap.
Under the eaves of Mao, the water is like diarrhea, so I can't feel my clothes.
Open the ink, just after the awn seed,
The song was written in the second half.
After the vernal equinox, the flowers have not withered,
It's fair to choose,
But he looked down and asked, is it right or wrong?
The residual fragrance on the branches also covered the eyelids.
Who is singing that song,
Just finished the first verse.
"Young, * * * picking EU,
The wind is warm, and it begins to blossom.
How old are the four seasons in the mountains?
Married in the early Qing Dynasty and adopted Wei alone.
The dew is still thin and the leaves are still green.
Ask the recruiter, where is the hometown?
Young and old, I remember,
The grass has not withered or headed,
Ask the people, wait until the wildfire burns down Hu Bugui?
I went yesterday, and the willow tree died.
Today I came, it rained,
Ask an old friend, do you remember singing "Picking Wei"? "
The pseudonym of the melancholy and elegant Aries girl
Su Mu covered Wangjiang, sang Linjiang Fairy, watched the Yangtze River Moon, watched kites fall, watched spring water, fell in the rain, night sound, night rain, fell in the rain, begonia fell in the rain, laurel fell in the rain, and an old friend fell in the air. Hu Bugui Guizhi autumn moon night lock clear autumn water falling flowers. Who pities the bamboo fragrance?
The lyrics are still different from fireworks, and there is another sentence: What time is urgent? This song is a little Chinese. The lyrics are not necessarily right,
Girl:
Beifengxing-Shao Siming
At that time, I wiped my sword and raised an eyebrow.
I made an appointment with my bosom friend to fight in Wu Gou.
It was windy on the shore at that time.
Also pay homage to Yingjie and sprinkle the spirit.
At that time, I climbed a tall building.
Shoot all over the railings in China.
The clear autumn at that time was like a journey of youth.
Go to the border and fight together.
Even the lights are on, and no one sings this song.
Don't recruit people, there is a piece of paper that can't report peace.
Old friends should be like me.
Banners whisper and battle songs are lonely.
Don't save from heaven, travel long distances.
Soldiers' armor replaced blue robes. In the dream of the past, brother Jin became the present.
The sound of hooves is still disturbing.
Our bows and swords are covered with snow, and snow-white bones sleep on frost grass.
Dan Xin's heaven and earth are shining with frost.
There are only a few words on the paper, and it is better to mourn than to lament.
Sprinkle wine and sacrifice to know each other.
Although your relics are rusty,
Will still pass on the spirit behind him.
Don't ask me if I'm sad or not.
For life and death, a promise should be cherished.
When he was born, he spent the autumn with a sword.
Death does not bear bones.
Re-anatomy of Dan Xin in The Soul-Keeping Spring
Life and death are two eventful, bloody and English-style ode.
I feel that the monarch's legacy has become some heroes.
Before realizing my dream of home and country, I don't regret my lifelong confidant.
Keep your promise, fulfill your ambition, and you will not die without paying.
Banners whisper and battle songs are lonely.
Don't save from heaven, travel long distances.
Soldiers' armor replaced blue robes. In the dream of the past, brother Jin became the present.
The sound of hooves is still disturbing.
Our bows and swords are covered with snow, and snow-white bones sleep on frost grass.
Dan Xin's heaven and earth are shining with frost.
There are only a few words on the paper, and it is better to mourn than to lament.
Sprinkle wine and sacrifice to know each other.
The moon rushed to the river and returned to the boat alone.
How many degrees does the spring and autumn wind stop and the clouds close?
Burning elegance-sand between fingers-lifeless
Blowing snow and frost
Memory seeks a piece of soil.
The sound of the piano entered the Song Hall.
The past in the sword is sad.
I still remember black hair and white skirt.
Make love and rush into the rivers and lakes.
Hidden between the sleeves of the sunset shadow
What can't escape is the sword facing each other.
The zigzag palmprint depicts the heart of evil forces, which is boundless, like waves of sadness and joy.
Beimang burns incense and listens to the wind and Brahma singing.
I once stood out from the crowd.
Cut the sky with a knife
Who fights for the world? I used to be passionate
The melancholy between my eyebrows
Hide in a flute
Still floating in the depths of the soul
Several places in this yard are desolate.
The moonlight is sleeping outside the eaves.
Lantern swaying gently.
The vicissitudes of life have been dyed in the blood.
Mu Tong guqin is melodious.
Chord sounds brew life.
Late autumn nights are cool.
Boil a pot of turbid wine and drink it.
The numerous scenes before dying and glory add a bit of desolation to the wind and rain.
The plaque upstairs is full of hatred and karma.
I once stood out from the crowd.
Cut the sky with a knife
Who fights for the world? I used to be passionate
The melancholy between my eyebrows
Hide in a flute
Still floating in the depths of the soul
Who is loyal to me?
Spend one's life by the grave
Staring at the foot of the mountain is more profound.
The sand flying at the fingertips
Just like you left in a hurry
A handful of loess buried grievances.
Cinnabar Tears (Legend of the Sword and the Chivalrous Man)-Dong Zhen
Sing a song with a shock, floating clouds and swords, and try to dye the frost white clothes on earth.
At that time, in the shadow of drunkenness, the beauty of the moment rose and tears came out of cinnabar.
Who cares about fireworks in songs and dreams?
The Yellow Crane Tower is empty and depressed, and the world is blue and white.
Time flies, stealing fun, and remembering each other with this feeling.
Whisper by the post by the bridge
It is difficult to find blue sky, yellow earth and red dust.
Looking back a hundred years
Who's asking Jun Hu Bougui in front of the account of a beautiful woman with a low cloud and thick eyebrows in Jinghu Lake?
This feeling is nothing more than fireworks, love parting, pouring thousands of glasses of wine and Zhu Yan to sleep.
How does the light cold sunset snow go with this? After years of sadness, people know that they should not regret in this life.
Shanshan's wild goose words have gone and come back. I was drunk for no reason, but I owed someone a tear of cinnabar.
Sing a song with a shock, floating clouds and swords, and try to dye the frost white clothes on earth.
At that time, in the shadow of drunkenness, the beauty of the moment rose and tears came out of cinnabar.
Who cares about fireworks in songs and dreams?
The Yellow Crane Tower is empty and depressed, and the world is blue and white.
Time flies, stealing fun, and remembering each other with this feeling.
Whisper by the post by the bridge
It is difficult to find blue sky, yellow earth and red dust.
Looking back a hundred years
Who's asking Jun Hu Bougui in front of the account of a beautiful woman with a low cloud and thick eyebrows in Jinghu Lake?
This feeling is nothing more than fireworks, love parting, pouring thousands of glasses of wine and Zhu Yan to sleep.
How does the light cold sunset snow go with this? After years of sadness, people know that they should not regret in this life.
Shanshan's wild goose words have gone and come back. I was drunk for no reason, but I owed someone a tear of cinnabar.
Who's asking Jun Hu Bougui in front of the account of a beautiful woman with a low cloud and thick eyebrows in Jinghu Lake?
This feeling is nothing more than fireworks, love parting, pouring thousands of glasses of wine and Zhu Yan to sleep.
How does the light cold sunset snow go with this? After years of sadness, people know that they should not regret in this life.
Shanshan's wild goose words have gone and come back. I was drunk for no reason, but I owed someone a tear of cinnabar.
Yi Tian Yujian-Dong Zhen
Who is whose hero?
Yi Tian asked the sky with a smile.
Swing a sword in the air, even in spring and autumn
When will genius be lenient?
La ~ ~ ~ Ah ~ ~ ~
Wind and rain embrace, blood river talks about heroes.
Looking at the sky in Wan Li and drinking with a smile.
Swing a sword freely in the air between heaven and earth
Since then, the sky has widened.
Meet Xia Lu and then go here ... >>
Chinese requires one to four poems that are often written silently. 15.
Book one
Two words 1 and * * *
Where is Qin? Changsha
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang North, Orange Island.
You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.
Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?
I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.
Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year.
Remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the speedboat?
Pick mulberry seeds? Double Ninth Festival
Life is easy to get old,
Double ninth festival
It's Chongyang again today,
Battlefield yellow flowers are particularly fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is very strong,
Unlike spring.
Better than spring,
Wan Li frost in the vast river.
2. Wrong Zheng Chouyu
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
3. Moonlight in the lotus pond
Zhu ziqing
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high above the water, like a slim skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some are shy and in bud; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
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Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
4. Zou Ji satirized Wang Qi's incompetence.
Conspiracy in the warring States period
Zou Ji is about 54 inches long and has a beautiful image. Get up in the morning, dress up, look in the mirror and say to his wife, "I am better than Xu Gong in the north of the city. Who is more beautiful? " ? "His wife said," you are beautiful, how can you compare with Gong? " ? " Xugong in the north of the city is the most beautiful man in Qi State. Zou Ji didn't believe himself and asked his concubine, "Who is more beautiful than Xu Gong?" ? "My concubine said," Xu Gong can't be king! The next day, a guest came from outside, sat next to him and asked him, "Who is more beautiful than ordinary people?" " ? " The guest said, "Xugong is not as beautiful as you." . "Xu Gonglai tomorrow, who saw it, thought it was not as good as; Look at yourself in the mirror, as far as the horizon. Thinking about it at dusk, I said, "My wife is beautiful and I am private; The beauty of my concubine is afraid of me; The beauty of the guests is me. What do I want from me? "
So he went to the court to see Wang Wei and said, "I sincerely know that Xu Hongmei is not as good as Xu Hongmei. My wife is a private minister, my concubine is afraid of me, and everything my guests want is more beautiful than Xu Gong. Today, the land is thousands of miles away and there are 120 cities. The ladies-in-waiting revolve around the king, and the courtiers are not afraid of the king. They all want the king within the four borders. From this point of view, the cover of the king is very embarrassing! "
Qi Weiwang said, "You speak very well!" ! "He ordered:" Those officials who can stab me in the face should be rewarded; There will be a reward for those who write and exhort me; Those who can slander the city and hear my ears will be rewarded. "At the beginning of the order, the ministers remonstrated and the door was crowded; After a few months, from time to time; Years later, although I wanted to talk, I couldn't get in.
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Who knows this question: which poet wrote the poems in the Tang Dynasty?
According to legend, a poet in the Tang Dynasty once wanted to ask his uncle Song questions, but Liu refused. Song Sui trampled him to death with a sack full of loess. He was not yet thirty years old.
To the east of Luoyang, peaches and plums fly around.
Luoyang woman looks beautiful, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered plum blossoms, sighing long.
The color of flowers has changed this year. Who will be there next year?
I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.
Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.