The ancient poems of the Song Dynasty culture are as follows:
1. "The River is Red·The Angry Hair Rushes to the Crown"
Song Yuefei
The angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao Rain breaks.
Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings.
Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.
Don’t wait and see that your young head has turned gray and you are filled with sorrow.
Jingkang’s shame has not yet been resolved, and the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed!
Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain.
Zhuangzhi eats the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and drinks the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.
Start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
2. "Visit to Fori Temple"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Where does Fori know? There is a road leading to Gaoting.
Zhong Wen is forty miles away, and the door faces two or three peaks.
3. "Master Rong suddenly wanted to return and left a poem to leave it"
Song Dynasty Wang Anshi
The Taoist passed down his legacy from the rooftop, and traveled thousands of miles to express his feelings. .
Bisha is the outer protection of the Brahma, and the Dharma feast can be reopened.
If you are able to guide me enough, you can give birth to a holy fetus at will.
Willing to look at Beishan, Ruhui Yue, and Gongxi Huan? Berry moss.
4. "Hangzhou Miscellaneous Poems and Lin Shitian"
Song Dynasty Wang Yuanliang
That's all, a bottle of boring wine.
The country is still the same as yesterday, and the drums and drums are new again.
The road is lost in darkness, and the yellow wormwood enters the forbidden gate.
On the top of Gaoting Mountain, millions of Han troops were stationed.
5. "On the Road to the Pond in Late Spring"
Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty
The shop is smokeless, the wild water is cold, and the boat racers are drunk and their drums are dim.
The willows at the stone gate are green in Qingming City, and the pink at the entrance of the cave is already on the mountain.
The flying catkins catch people's spring and age, and the clouds return their dreams even at night.
In the Ming Dynasty, the sun covered the Chang'an Road, and I felt ashamed that the fishermen in the rivers and lakes were idle.