1. Poems about Qinqi

Poems about Qinqi 1. Ancient poems about Qinqi, calligraphy and painting

"Qinqi, calligraphy, painting, poetry and wine, that year Everything is inseparable from it.

Now everything is delivered, firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea. "Haha [Qin] When I was born, I was inactive. After I was born, Han Zuo declined.

The heaven is unkind and brings chaos and separation, and the earth is unkind and brings me to this moment. The roads are dangerous when fighting, and the people are in exile, and the country is sad.

The smoke and dust cover the wilderness and barbarians are abundant, but the will and integrity are lost. It is not appropriate for me to deal with the secular world. Who should I sue if I am insulted? The zither plays for a while and the harp plays, and no one knows the resentment in my heart.

Rong Jie forced me to become a family member and led me to the end of the world. Thousands of clouds and mountains are on my way back, and the wind is blowing thousands of miles away and the sand is flying.

A person in large numbers is as violent as a viper, and being in control of one's strings and wearing armor is considered arrogant and extravagant. The two beats are stretched, the strings are broken, the ambition is broken, the heart is broken, and I feel sad.

Crossing the Han Kingdom and entering Hu City, losing one’s family and one’s virginity would be worse than living without one. The felt fur is used as clothing and my flesh and bones are shocked, and the smell of leather is used to restrain my feelings.

The sound of drums and drums has been loud since the night, and the wind has been blowing loudly in the dark camp. The sorrow of the present and the past are made in three shots. When will the sorrow and hatred of the animals be calmed down?

There is no day or night when I don’t think about my hometown, and I am the most miserable when my temperament is full of energy. The country is in chaos due to natural disasters and the people have no masters, but I am miserable and have no soldiers or captives.

The world is different, the body is in trouble, the desires are different, who can talk to you! There are many difficulties and obstacles in thinking and going through it, and it becomes more and more miserable when the four shots are completed. The geese marching to the south want to send side sounds, and the geese returning to the north want to get the Chinese sound.

The wild geese fly high and are hard to find, and I feel empty and heartbroken, thinking silently. I raise my eyebrows towards the moon and caress the elegant harp, and the five beats are lulling and the meaning is profound.

The body is bitterly cold due to the biting frost, and I am hungry and cannot eat meat and cheese. At night I hear the sound of the Long River whimpering, and in the morning I see the Great Wall and the long road.

Reminiscing about the past, it is difficult to carry luggage, and the six beats are sad and I want to stop playing. At dusk, the wind makes sad sounds everywhere, I don’t know who the sad heart is talking to! The wilderness is desolate and the beacons are garrisoned for thousands of miles. The old and weak are vulgar and the young and strong are beautiful.

Wherever there are water and grass, homes and fortresses are built, and cattle and sheep gather in the fields like bees and ants. The grass has dried up and the water has dried up, the sheep and horses are all gone, and Qipai Liu hates living here.

If God has eyes, why not see me drifting alone? If God has a spirit, why should I be so far away from home? I don't live up to the sky. How can the sky be worthy of me? If I don't live up to the gods, why should the gods punish me for crossing the barren state? I made eight beats here to relieve my worries, but I didn't know that when the song was completed, my heart turned to worry. The sky is boundless and the earth is boundless, and my heart is filled with sadness.

Life is as fleeting as the passing of a white horse, but I will not be happy until I am in my prime. I am resentful and want to ask the sky, but the sky is blue and there is no chance.

Looking up at the clouds and smoke in the sky, who can convey the sentiments of the nine shots? The beacon fire at the top of the city has not been extinguished. When will the battle on the battlefield stop? Murderous aura rushes towards the door, and Hu Feng blows the moon every night. There is no sound in my hometown, and I am crying in silence and I am about to lose my breath.

A life of hard work brings about separation, and deep sorrow brings tears of blood. I am not greedy for life but hate death. I cannot sacrifice my body because my heart is full.

If you are still alive, you still hope to return to your hometown. If you die, your bones will be buried for a long time. The sun lives in the moon, Zhu Xi lives in the military base, and the barbarians dote on me. I have two sons.

You have no shame in raising a child, and you grow up in shame. There are ten beats, and the sound of mourning is lingering and piercing the heart.

The east wind is blowing and there is a lot of heat. I know it is the emperor of the Han Dynasty who is coming to Buyanghe. The Qiang and the barbarians are dancing and singing, and the two countries are having fun and are not fighting.

Suddenly I met an envoy from the Han Dynasty and called me Jinzhao. He left me a thousand gold coins to redeem my concubine. I am happy to be alive and meet the sage, but I regret to say goodbye to the childish person for no reason.

Two times out of ten, there are both sorrows and joys, but it is difficult to describe the two feelings of going and living. It doesn't matter that he is still alive, but he has to return home. He hugs his beard and wets his clothes with tears.

Who knows that when the Han envoys welcome me, I will be greeted by four plump and plump men, and the number of Hu'er? At this time of my life and death, I am worried about being a son and the sun will not shine. How can I have wings to bring you back? One step at a time, it's hard to move, the soul disappears and the shadow is gone, the love is left behind.

Three times out of ten, the beat of the strings is urgent and sad, and the liver and intestines are stirred and stabbed. I don’t know. When I return to my country, I won’t let my children follow me, and my heart will be hung up as if I’m hungry.

Everything in the four seasons has its ups and downs, but my sorrow will not change temporarily. The mountains are high and vast, so I can't wait to see you. Even more late at night, I dream of you.

When I hold my hand in the dream, I am happy and sad, and when I wake up, my heart aches and there is no rest. Four times out of ten, tears will fall down and the river will flow eastward, and my heart will be full of thoughts.

Fifteen beats, the rhythm is fast, and the breath fills the chest. Who knows the music? The place is in the dome of the hut and there are special customs.

I wish to come back so that Heaven obeys my desires, and to return to the Han Kingdom happily and contentedly.

My heart is pregnant but my sorrow becomes deeper. The sun and moon are selfless but never come. It is difficult to separate mother and son. They are separated by the same sky and across the distance like ginseng. Where can we find each other if we do not know each other between life and death? Sixteen beats, my thoughts are confused, my son and I are on separate sides.

The sun in the east and the moon in the west look at each other, but we cannot follow each other, and our hearts are broken. I will never forget the day lily, but it will hurt my love to play the piano! Farewell now, I return to my hometown. Old grievances are settled, but new grievances are growing! Weeping blood, I raise my head and complain to the sky. I am the only one who suffered from this disaster! Seventeen beats make my heart and nose feel sore, and the mountains block the repairs and it is difficult to walk alone.

When I left, I felt earthy and without a soul, and when I came, I was filled with thoughts of farewell. Stuffed with dried branches and leaves of mugwort, the bones of the battlefield are covered with scars from swords and arrows.

The wind and frost are freezing in spring and summer, and the people and horses are hungry and weak. Little did he know that when he entered Chang'an again, he sighed and burst into tears.

The original version of Hujia comes from Huzhong, and the melody is the same when translated by Yuanqin. Although the song ends in eighteen beats, the sound is lingering and the thoughts are endless.

It is known that silk and bamboo are delicate and are all the work of nature. Sorrows and joys are all according to people's hearts. If there are changes, they will be normal. Hu and Han are in different lands and have different winds. The sky and the earth are separated by the west and the east.

My bitterness and resentment are as vast as the sky. Although the world is vast, I cannot tolerate it! This is the only poem the Qin player has to say, or something like "Yangguan Sandie" [Chess] A young man doesn't know how to play chess, but he knows how to play and how to play. Some people accuse Guan of rushing to seize the horn and seize it again.

Young people don’t know stars, but when they see them, they are as good as chess players. There are also those who tell me that if I win, I will see Yuan Youqi.

During the seven years of studying in Wuxi, I took pleasure in the two things. After a long time, I suddenly realized that there are countless people who don’t know.

Three hundred and sixty-one chess pieces, this is a strategy that hides its wonder. There are one thousand five hundred and twenty stars, if they are multiplied by thirty-six.

After taking advantage of it, Kun Ce is eliminated, which is exactly the same as the number of chess pieces. This principle is so precise that I won’t think about it again after I return home.

Luo Sheng took two long horses and crossed my river to Shanghai. It seems that I am on the five streams, and I have no time to talk to you.

This requires meditation and observation, and I live in the west of Shanxi. I am alive, when will I return?

——Luo Wuxing’s poems about playing chess and chess. [Book] by Wei Liaoweng in the Song Dynasty. After Xian Xian died and his two sons stood up, lacquer boxes A and B were used to collect the surplus kitchen.

The original work of King Zhong can still be seen, but the ink left by Ou Chu is not based on imitation. The celebrities in the Kaiyuan Dali calendar all have more than enough resources.

The cursive regular script is different in regular and large sizes, and the stipples are vigorous and spiritual. The neighbor sitting next to me is nearsighted, and he gasps in surprise when he is most discerning.

It only took a moment to search and lay out the paper. Scanning a picture is too fast and strong, Tanxi jumps over the thin head.

After looking at the book, I returned to looking at the painting. There are several pictures of rice planting in Jiang and Wu. The rice seedlings and seedlings are lapping in the water, and a group of herons are spreading their wings while people are hoeing.

There are dense stone cages at the top and bottom of Peicheng, and sparse bamboo and ginseng trees lean against the thorn fence. The big cart is turning in a hurry, and the little calf is bullying the young ones.

People often miss their hometown, spring events and the beginning of sericulture. The tiger-headed general painted a row of women, with more than 20 men dragging their skirts.

Mrs. Xu Mu is particularly graceful and graceful, and she sincerely rises to the occasion because of her recitation. I have no books and no fields.

2. Poems about Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting

"Qin Shi" (Su Shi, Song Dynasty) If there is sound on the Qin, why won't it sound when placed in the box? If the words are on your fingertips, why not listen to them on your fingertips?

"Ode to Chess" (Liu Yong of the Qing Dynasty) A brilliant fire spreads across the river, and the situation is surrounded by clouds. Once gone, there is nothing to return but soldiers, and it is impossible to hide that he is a general. The rushing chariot is hard to resist, and the flying cannon is even more outstanding than the mausoleum. Scholars are also graceful and humble, and they also follow each other to record their loyalty and diligence.

"Cao Jue Song" (Dong Qichang, Ming Dynasty) Cao Sage is the most difficult, and dragons and snakes compete with each other in writing. Even if you want to argue even a hair's breadth, your posture must be perfected.

"Song of Landscape Barriers in the New Paintings of Liu Shaofu" (Du Fu, Tang Dynasty) The maple trees are not growing in the hall, and the strange mountains and rivers are covered with smoke. When I heard that I had scanned the map of Chi County, I took advantage of my interest and sent him to paint Cangzhou. There are countless painters, and good ones are rare. Be at ease with this. I know how important you are. The handwriting of Yue and Zheng Qian is far superior to that of Yang Qidan. It's not that the hanging garden is cracked, it's not that Xiaoxiang is turned over.

3. Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting, Ancient Poetry, Short Points

Ancient poem about Qin, "Zhuli Pavilion" Wang Wei Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the Qin and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.

Ancient poems about chess 1. General Lulun - "Song under the Sai" The forest is dark and the grass is frightened by the wind. The general draws his bow at night and looks for the white feather, but it is missing among the stone edges. 2. Prime Minister Du Fu - "The Prime Minister of Shu" Where can I find the Prime Minister's ancestral hall? Jin Guan Outside the city, the green grass on the steps is reflected in the spring, and the oriole's good news is in the sky across the leaves. They frequently visit the world. In the two dynasties, the veteran minister died before he left the army, and the long-awaited hero burst into tears. Three scholars, King Luo Bin - "Yishui" Farewell" Farewell to Yan Dan here. By the time the warriors rushed to the crown, the people were gone. Today the water is still cold. Four. Chariot Wang Wei - "The Envoy to the Fortress" The bicycle wanted to ask about the side. The country was passing by and Yan Zhengpeng left the Han fortress and returned to Yan. Entering the Hutian Desert, the solitary smoke is straight, the long river is setting, the sun is round, Xiaoguan is waiting to ride, all are protected by Yan Ranwu, Ma Dufu - "Fang Bing Cao Hu Ma": Hu Ma is famous in Dayuan, the peaks are thin and the bones are like bamboos, and the ears are steep. The wind blows in with its four hooves, and there is no open space in its direction. It is really worthy of the life and death. It can travel thousands of miles. 6. The smoke of cannons locks the willows in the pond, and the cannons hold down the sea city towers. 7. Soldiers Qian Wenrui - "Untitled on the River" There are embers in the fire of war, There are only a few families in a poor village, no one is competing for the dawn crossing, under the cold sand under the waning moon. The ancient poems about the book are difficult to understand unless the book is used. Only when the book is used can I hate it. The young man has a sense of the book. Zhu Xi (Song Dynasty) When the half-acre square pond is opened, the sky is illuminated and the clouds are shadowed. *** Wandering. Ask the canal where it can be so clear, so that there is a source of living water. He has learned a lot at a young age and has high ambitions in his life.

Others carry swords, but I have a pen like a knife. The lights are bright at three o'clock and the rooster is on at five o'clock, which is when men are studying. Black-haired people don't know how to study diligently early, and white-haired people regret studying late.

Mechanics is like hard work, and you know yourself if you are diligent and lazy. But if you have many kinds of books, there will be good years. Do not read in a hurry, and the reading time will be long and interesting.

You might as well let it go if you don’t know, but you need to think about it urgently. There are not many troubles in reading, but there are not many troubles in thinking about meaning.

An ancient poem about not learning when one is satisfied, and not being able to learn after learning. An ancient poem about painting "Inscriptions on Old Portraits" by Bai Juyi When I was thirty-six years old, my appearance was in my paintings. I am now forty-six years old and lying in Jiangcheng.

Not only is he ten years old, but he has suffered the same fate as others. Once the picture remains the same, there will be no return to the previous appearance.

They look after each other silently, like a younger brother to an older brother. How can it be avoided if others see it? Xihe whips the sun and goes without stopping for me.

The body belongs to the sun and the moon, so it is no surprise to grow old. The Lingyan Pavilion that I hate is not allowed to draw fame.

4. What are the poems describing "Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting"

1. "Qin Shi" Song Dynasty: Su Shi said if there is sound on the qin, why won't it sound when placed in the box? If the words are on your fingertips, why not listen to them on your fingertips? Translation: If the sound comes from the piano, then why doesn’t it sound when you put it in a box? 636f707962616964757a686964616f31333366303835If the sound of the piano comes from your hands, why can't you hear the sound from your hands? 2. "Qin Song" Tang Dynasty: Master Li Qi is having a drink tonight, please play the qin to Guangling guest.

The moon shines on the city, half of the crows are flying, and the frost is desolate and the wind is blowing into the clothes. The candles in the copper furnace increase the brightness, and the concubine Chu after playing the Lu River for the first time.

After a sound, all the animals fell silent, and the four silent stars became more and more distant. Qinghuai sent envoys for more than a thousand miles, and dared to tell Yunshan from now on.

Translation: The host is serving wine for everyone to gather tonight, and the piano player is playing the strings to add to the banquet. The bright moon shines over the city, crows are flying, and the frost is coming, and the cold wind blows through my clothes.

The fire was warm and the candles added brilliance. The artist played "Lushui" first and then "Concubine Chu". As soon as his piano played, everything fell silent, and the four people listened silently and held their breath.

I was ordered to go to Guan Qinghuai, my hometown far away, to inform everyone that I want to return to Yunshan. 3. Watching chess in the Tang Dynasty: Li Congqian, two gentlemen in the bamboo forest, meditated all day long.

The two of them were speechless in the end, everyone had their own intentions. Relying on strength will lead to failure, but defending one's points will not lead to intrusion.

If you think about how to plan, the vast ocean is not yet deep. Translation: Two gentlemen sat in the bamboo forest, meditating and humming all day long.

There is no words to speak against each other, and each has his or her own thoughts first. There is no fault in relying on strong chess power, and there is no invasion in defense.

If you calculate the timing and plan the place, it is not as deep as the sea in Cangzhou. 4. "Guanshu" Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian's scrolls are as affectionate as old friends, and they are sad and happy every time they meet each other in the morning and evening.

There are three thousand words in front of my eyes, and there is not a speck of dust in my chest. Living water flows everywhere, and the spring breeze brings new flowers and willows every time.

The golden saddle and jade are looking for a beautiful guest. If you don’t believe that there will be no spring in our house. Translation: My feelings for books are like friends that have been with me for many years. No matter whether I am sad or happy in the morning or evening, I always have them with me.

After browsing countless texts in front of me, I no longer have any secular thoughts in my mind. Fresh ideas come in a steady stream and are inexhaustible, like flowers and willows changing into new colors in the east wind.

Walking astride the golden saddle, the dignitaries still sighed that it was hard to find her trace, and they did not believe that there was a special spring scene in this study. 5. "Painting" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei sees the mountains colorful from a distance, but hears the sound of the water up close.

Spring has gone and the flowers are still there, and the birds are not surprised when people come. Translation: From a distance, the colors of the mountains are bright, but when you get closer, there is no sound from the water.

Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and plants in full bloom. People approach, but the birds are still not disturbed.

5. Poems describing chess, calligraphy and painting

Listening to the qin while a Shu monk plays the qin Li Bai

The Shu monk hugged the green silk and went west to Mount Emei.

Waving your hand for me is like listening to thousands of pines.

The guest's heart is washed away by the running water, and the remaining sound enters the frost bell.

Unconsciously, the blue mountains are dusk, and the autumn clouds are darker.

Qin Song Li Qi

The master has wine to enjoy the evening, please play the qin Guangling guest.

The moon shines on the city, half of the crows are flying, and the frost and wind are blowing into the clothes.

The candles in the copper furnace increase the brightness, and the concubine Chu after the first play of Lu River.

After a sound, all the animals fell silent, and the four silent stars became more and more distant.

Qinghuai sent envoys for more than a thousand miles, and dared to tell Yunshan from now on.

Playing the Qin Liu Changqing

Playing on the seven strings, listening quietly to the cold wind in the pines.

Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it.

Chess

Two poems about playing chess were presented to Ren Jian by Huang Tingjian

Occasionally, there was no official business to attend court, and three hundred dry chess pieces were exchanged for one bottle.

Sitting in seclusion, I don’t know the joy of caves. Talking with my hands is better than talking to ordinary people.

Books pile up and dust creates cases, and cars and horses are flooded, leaving guests at the door.

A defeated general who is arrogant and suspicious will inevitably be defeated, and he will eventually defeat the enemy.

Appointment with Sima Guang

During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.

I didn’t come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.

Calligraphy, I visited Song Dynasty Zhongdao calligraphy and painting with Cai Junmo by the river. Mei Yaochen

Jun Mo was good at calligraphy and could distinguish other books, and his family collection was unique in the world.

After announcing the death of the two sons, the lacquer boxes A and B were used to collect the surplus kitchen.

The original work of King Zhong can still be seen, but the ink left by Ou Chu is not based on imitation.

The celebrities in the Kaiyuan Dali calendar all have more than enough resources.

The cursive regular script is different in regular and large sizes, and the stipples are vigorous and spiritual.

The person sitting next to me is nearsighted, and he gasps in surprise when he is most discerning.

It only took a moment to search and lay out the paper.

Scanning a picture is too fast and healthy, Tanxi jumps over the thin head.

After looking at the book, I returned to looking at the painting. There are several pictures of rice planting in Jiang and Wu.

Rice seedlings and rice seedlings are lapping in the water, while a group of herons are spreading their wings while people are hoeing.

There are dense stone cages at the top and bottom of Peicheng, and sparse bamboo and ginseng trees lean against the thorn fence.

The big cart is turning in a hurry, and the little calf is bullying the young ones.

People often miss their hometown, spring events and the beginning of sericulture.

The tiger-headed general painted a row of women, with more than 20 men dragging their skirts.

Mrs. Xu Mu is particularly graceful and graceful, and she sincerely rises to the occasion because of her recitation.

I have no books and no farmland, but the beauty is old and frail.

If you don’t get what you want, it’s better to empty your wine pot.

Shi Cang Shu Zui Mo Tang Su Che

Mr. Shi has mastered calligraphy and has been writing for a long time.

The beauty of business lies in the heart, and the skills of success are easy to follow.

I just want to escape from the crowd, and I have to fight for wine to help me.

The name of the hall is drunk with ink, which moves the walls and windows.

Ande's wine pool makes your head dripping with water.

But when you succeed Zhang Jun, don’t worry about Dian’s ugly reputation.

[Painting] Song of the Poor Man Tang Bohu was in a coma during the ten dynasties of wind and rain, and his eight wives and children complained of hunger.

The letter is because God is playing tricks on me. No one comes to buy the fan-head poems.

The white-haired old man in Qingshan is stubborn, and his life of pen and inkstone is hard.

If the people in the paddy field on the lake don’t want it, who will buy my painting of Zhongshan?

In the deserted village, the wind and rain are mixed with the crow of chickens, and the old wife is ashamed of the old wife with her kettle in the kitchen.

I am planning to sell a new bamboo shoot, but the price of bamboo shoots in the market is as low as mud.

Calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose are not always done, and I live in them occasionally.

Ken thinks that the money in Dou Li's bag is too little, but Mr. Ji will be poor all day long.

There is a white door and a red hibiscus fence, with geese, ducks and wives and children next to each other.

It’s hard to imitate natural interests, and you won’t feel hungry even if you don’t smoke for three days.

Watch the picture of Yi Fei slaying the dragon. Li Bai

You can see Yi Fei slaying the long dragon in the painting.

On boarding the boat, tigers roared, and the water surged and dragons fought.

The mountains are shaken by shock, and the sword is drawn to draw thunder and lightning.

The scales were broken by the white blade, and the river was stained with blood.

Feeling like this strong ancient man, thousands of years are like facing each other.

Old portraits with inscription Bai Juyi

I was thirty-six years old, and my appearance was in my paintings.

I am now forty-six years old and lying in the river city.

Not only was he ten years old, but he had suffered the same fate as others.

Once the picture remains the same, it will never be the same again.

They look after each other silently, like a younger brother to an older brother.

How can we not be strangers to others if we see it?

Xi He whipped the sun and walked, never stopping for me.

The body belongs to the sun and the moon, so it is no surprise to grow old.

The hated Lingyan Pavilion cannot be painted with fame.