Li Bai's poems about immortals 1. What poems about immortals does Li Bai have?
First, "Lu Shan Ge Yu Shi Lu Xuzhou" Original: I am a madman in Chu State and sang a crazy song to argue Confucius.
Holding a green jade stick in his hand, he bid farewell to the famous Yellow Crane Tower early in the morning. All five holy mountains, no distance, according to a constant habit in my life.
Lushan Mountain stands beside the South Big Dipper, and it is like a nine-sided screen, reflecting in the Crystal Lake, deepening the clear water. The Golden Gate leads to two mountains, and a silver stream hangs down to three stone bridges.
Xianglufeng Waterfall is separated from it by a distance, and it is a heavy cliff towering into the sky. The morning glow is red in Cui Yun, and the birds fly and grow.
Between the sky above and the sky below, the river is gone forever. The sky is grey and windy, and the river flows like a snow-capped mountain.
I like singing for the majestic Lushan Mountain, which thrives because of its scenery. When looking at the stone mirror to purify the soul, Xie Lingyun's footprints were covered with moss.
I will take the elixir of life to eliminate the world and practice the three Dan and three products. Watching immortals in colorful clouds, holding hibiscus in hand.
Immortals have met in nine days, and I hope to see you invite me to visit Taiwan. Second, "Antique West Lotus Mountain" Original: West Lotus Mountain, look at the stars.
Holding a white hibiscus flower in both hands, curled up into a ball. Dressed in colorful clothes, elegant clouds floated high into the sky.
I boarded the rainbow platform and bowed to Wei Shuqing. Anxiously follow them and take Hongyan to Zixuan.
Inadvertently, the Luoyang Plain was full of soldiers in the Anshi Rebellion. The bones are bloody, and the traitors turn their backs on the court.
Third, the original Tianmu Mountain in my dream: A tourist sailing will talk about Japan, where the water and fog are hidden in inaccessible places. But the more people talk about the mother mountain, the clouds are light or visible.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. The roof is 18000 feet, and at this point, it begins to turn southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight. The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves. I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains. Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace. Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows. I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived. This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face! Fourth, the original text of "Difficult Road": Oh, but it is very high and dangerous! ! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age.
Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai. And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei.
Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone pile was hooked. On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel.
Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use. The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound.
Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We doubt whether this path to the west will never end. It is too steep to climb.
Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. When I arrived, I heard cuckoo's melancholy cry again. I was worried about the dangers of the empty mountain and the Shu Road, and it was difficult to get to the sky! Even hearing it makes your cheeks pale.
The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface. Flying rapids and waterfalls compete to make noise, slap cliffs and turn stones into mountains and canyons.
You've come a long way at all risks! Although the pass of the watchtower is strong and steep, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it. What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? .
There are hungry tigers in the daytime, and there are poisonous reptiles at night. Their teeth and fangs are ready to kill people like hemp. Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon.
The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Look sideways to the west, it's getting longer. Five, the original "Six Poems of Mount Tai": In January and April, Mount Tai was climbed, and Shiping Imperial Road was opened.
Six dragons cross a thousand valleys, and the valley follows. The clues around Bifeng are now covered with moss.
The flying stream overflows and the water suddenly loosens and mourns. Looking at the wonders in the north, the cliffs are destroyed in the east.
The cave door was closed with a stone fan, and the underground clouds steamed and thundered. Climb high and look at the flowing water, imagine the platform of gold and silver.
A long whistle from Tianmen brought a breeze to Wan Li. There were four or five girls who floated nine times.
Smile and hold hands, leaving me a rose cup. It's a pity to bow down again if you're not a fairy.
How carefree it is to die in a small universe. Secondly, Xiao Qing rode a white deer and went straight to Tianmen Mountain.
People meet feathers in the mountains, good face. I want to talk, but I can't cover Qingyun Pass.
I left my book floating among the rocks. It is ancient, and it is not idle to read.
Feeling these three sighs, I didn't come back from the teacher. The third is to clarify the Japanese point of view and raise your hand to clear the clouds.
Spirit flying, such as out of heaven and earth. The Yellow River comes from the west and winds into the distant mountains.
Look at the eight poles on the edge of the cliff. The longer the eyes, the better. Occasionally, the value of children, green hair and double clouds.
Laugh at me for being a late fairy and wasting my face. Hesitant and invisible, mighty and difficult to chase.
Its four Qing Zhai three thousand days, split element to write the Taoist scriptures. Chanting is justified, and the gods defend me.
Clouds are long and winds are long, and they are shaped like wings. Climb the cliff to see the sun, and lie on the threshold to see the east.
The sea moves mountains far away, and the cock crows first. The silver platform is upside down, and the white waves turn over the whales.
The elixir of life flies to Peng Ying. On the fifth day, it leans to the northeast, with two cliffs and two stones.
The sea fell before my eyes, and the sky was far away and clear. Thousands of peaks compete, and thousands of valleys are unique.
Myanmar and other cranes have gone to the fairy, and there is no trace in the cloud. Long loose into the sky, the distance is not enough.
Mountain flowers are different. Five flowers in the snow are white. Finally, speaking of peace, we are here to refine jade liquid.
The Six Dynasties drank Wang Muchi and voted for Tianmen Pass. Walking in the green hills at night with the green lyre alone.
The mountains are bright and the moon is white, and the night is quiet and relaxed. Immortals swim in Bifeng, singing everywhere.
Silent entertainment, jade is really delicate. Imagine a phoenix dance and a dragon and tiger costume.
Picking melons in the morning, I don't remember coming back in a trance. Raise your hand and understand, and climb the loom by mistake.
I lost my seat tomorrow morning, but I saw five clouds flying. Introduction to immortal poetry: immortal poetry is a form of Taoist poetry.
Original meaning, this refers to a poem praising the feelings of wandering immortals and wanderers. Its genre is mostly five words, with ten, twelve or sixteen sentences.
As for the types of immortals' poems, predecessors have made various divisions: either from the author's ideological tendency, immortals' poems are based on the rich and the poor and are variants of immortals' poems; Or from the form of expression, the author swims with immortals as the ancient body, the author is not included, and only immortals swim with themselves as the close body.
2. Poems about immortals
Nineteen ancient poems
Year: Korea Author: Han Anonymous
Born under 100,
Often pregnant with a thousand years old.
The days are short and the nights are long.
Why not swim by candlelight!
In order to have fun in time,
Why stay in Leeds?
Fools cherish expenses,
But for future generations.
Fairy Wang Ziqiao,
Hard to wait.
A piece of Lushan empire Lu Xuzhou.
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
I am like a chariot catcher, singing phoenix songs and laughing at Kong Qiu.
Holding a green jade stick in his hand, he bid farewell to the famous Yellow Crane Tower early in the morning.
All five holy mountains, no distance, according to a constant habit in my life.
Lushan Mountain stands beside Nandou, and the clouds stretch like nine screens.
Its shadow in the Crystal Lake deepens the green water. The Golden Gate Bridge leads to two mountains.
A silver stream hangs down to three stone bridges. Within sight of the huge tripod waterfall,
Back to the cliff, the mountain is green. A cloud in the morning light,
No birds can fly to Wu there. I climbed to the top. I look around the world,
The river is gone forever. The yellow clouds were blown away by the wind for hundreds of miles.
A snow peak is surrounded by a vortex of nine streams.
I like singing for the majestic Lushan Mountain, which thrives because of its scenery.
When looking at the stone mirror to purify the soul, Xie Lingyun's footprints were covered with moss.
I will take the elixir of life to eliminate the world and practice the three Dan and three products.
Watching immortals in colorful clouds, holding hibiscus in hand.
Immortals have met in nine days, and I hope to see you invite me to visit Taiwan.
Wang Yue
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
Xiyue is respected in its place, and the peaks are like children and grandchildren.
Immortal staff, how can you climb Huashan to the Jade Buddha Temple with it?
You can enter the trunk valley and it is difficult to return, but the peak is like the tail of an arrow, which is difficult to climb.
When the west wind was cool, Gao Xun Bai Di asked the real source.
Peach blossom temple song
Year: Ming Author: Tang Yin
Taohuawu Taohua Temple, Taohuaguan Taohuaxian;
Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees and picks them to sell wine.
When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flower and get drunk. You have to sleep in the flower.
Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.
I would rather die of old age than bow before horses and chariots;
Cars and horses are rich and interesting, and hops are poor.
If wealth is better than poverty, one is in the ground and the other is in the sky;
If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.
Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through;
There is no tomb of Wuling heroes, no flowers, no wine, no hoes and no fields.
3. How did Li Bai become a poet?
The origin of Li Bai's name "Poet Fairy"
Anyone who talks about ancient poetry must be called Li Bai. Li Bai (A.D. 70 1-726) was a great poet in ancient China, and his name was Qinglian lay. He is brilliant, unique in poetic style and elegant as a fairy. He Sheng, a contemporary poet, praised Li Bai and called him a "fallen fairy". Yan Yu, a poetic theorist in the Song Dynasty, wrote a poem about Canglang: "People say that Taibai is talented, and Chang Ji (Li He) is a ghost, otherwise. The words of Taibai fairy, the words of Changji ghost fairy. " Yang Shen, a great poet in Ming Dynasty, wrote Poems of Mountaineering Temple: "Li Bai is a good poem. Du Fu is better than poetry. " Poets in later generations were crowned as "immortal" and "spirit" because of his poems, which made Li Bai's nickname "poetic immortal" widely circulated.
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