1. Literary and ancient poems

Bu Suanzi - Li Zhiyi I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River. When will this water last? Stop, when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and you will live up to my love. Nalan Xingde - Drinking Water Poetry If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind so sad and painted on the fan? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is said that the heart of an old friend is easy to change. The words of Lishan are half past midnight, and the tears and rain are still ringing and there is no resentment. How can I be lucky enough to be a man in brocade, and the wings are connected to the branches as I wished that day. Qingyu Case·Yuan Xi-Xin Qiji The east wind blows at night Thousands of flowers and trees are blowing down, and stars are like rain. The fragrance of BMWs and carved cars fills the road. The sound of phoenix and flute, the light of jade pots are spinning, and fish and dragons dance all night. Moths and golden wisps of snow and willows are filled with laughter and secret fragrance. People are looking for him in the crowd. Thousands of times, I suddenly looked back, but that person was there, in a dimly lit place. A plum blossom cut - Li Qingzhao, the red couplet fragrant and the jade mushroom autumn, gently undressing Luo Shang, alone on the orchid boat. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers are floating and the water is flowing. One kind of lovesickness and two idle sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this feeling. I just lower my brows, but it is in my heart. Magpie Bridge Immortal - Qin Guan's Xianyun is clever, Flying stars spread hatred, silver and silver are far away in darkness. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win, and there are countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on the way back. If the two love lasts for a long time, how can they be together? Twilight. Jinse - Li Shangyin's fifty strings of brocade for no reason, each string and one column reflects on the good years. Zhuangsheng is obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looks forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea has tears in its pearls, and the sun in the blue field is warm and the jade produces smoke. This love can be fulfilled. Reminiscing, it was just that I was at a loss at that time. Wangchun's poem - Han Tao's appreciation of flowers blooming is different, and the sadness of flowers falling is different. If you want to ask where you miss each other, when the flowers bloom and fall. Take the grass and tie the same heart, and we will leave the sound of knowing. The sorrow of spring is cut off, and the spring birds return. Song of mourning. The wind and flowers are getting old, and the good times are still vague. Without people of the same mind, there are empty grasses with the same heart. The branches are full of flowers, which turns into two lovesickness. The jade chopsticks are hung in the mirror, and the spring breeze is unknown. "The Book of Songs? Bei Feng?" "Drumming" Beat the drums and boring them, and use the troops enthusiastically. I will go south alone from the Tuguo city to the canal. From Sunzi Zhong, Pingchen and Song Dynasty. If I don't return, I will be worried. Where do we live in love? Love and lose his horse? In order to seek it? Under the forest, there is a broad agreement between life and death, and I have said it to my son. I hold my hand and grow old together with my son. I am sighing because I am broad, but I can’t live. I am sighing, but I don’t believe it. 2. What are the ancient poems about literature and art?

The ancient poems about literature and art are as follows: 1. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but you will never regret it, and you will feel haggard because of the beauty.

- Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu" 2. The relationship between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.

-Anonymous "The Book of Songs Beifeng Beats the Drum" 3. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? -Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" 4. When will we know that we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night.

-Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words" 5. If there is a beautiful woman, you will never forget it when you see her. If you don't see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Huang Qin Song" 6. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

- Zheng Chouyu's "Fu Farewell" 7. Entering the door of my lovesickness, I know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness makes me remember each other, but short lovesickness makes me infinite. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words" 8. Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to deal with, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.

-Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Li Si" 9. The king is like dust on the road, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "The Moon Ascends a High Building" 10. Desolate farewell, the last two echo each other, the most indescribable one is the bright moon. - Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren" 11 Huanjun's pearls shed tears, wishing they could not meet again when they were not married.

-Zhang Ji's "Yan of a Chaste Woman" 12. How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. For this reason, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to allow us to form a mortal relationship.

-Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree" 13. How can we live together but die differently when we only have a shadow in the human world? -Chen Hengke's "Inscription on the Portrait of Chunqi" 14. There is talk of lovesickness at the bottom of the acacia tree, and Si Lang hates Lang Lang without knowing it. - Liang Qichao's "Taiwan Bamboo Branch Poems" 15. Since the king came out, the bright mirror and the dark will not cure it.

Thinking of you is like running water, there is no end to it. -Xu Qian's "Room Thoughts".

3. Literary and ancient poems

Bu Suanzi - Li Zhiyi

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I don’t see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?

I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to your love.

Nalan Xingde-Drinking Water Poems

If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is said that the heart of an old friend is easy to change.

Lishan's words are half past midnight, and the tears and rain will never complain. How can I be so lucky to be a man in brocade, and I will wish for that day.

Sapphire Case · New Year's Eve -

Xin Qiji

The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain.

BMW carved car The road is full of fragrance. The sound of phoenix flute is moving, the jade pot is spinning,

Fish and dragon dance all night. Moths and snow willows are golden threads, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance.

People search for him thousands of times. , suddenly looking back, the man was there, in the dimly lit place.

A cut of plum blossoms -

Li Qingzhao

The red couplet is fragrant and the jade mushrooms are in autumn, and the Luo Shang is untied lightly, Alone on the orchid boat.

Who in the clouds sent brocade books?

When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.

The flowers float and the water flows.

One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling.

It’s just a frown, but it’s in my heart.

Magpie Bridge Immortal

- Qin Guan

Thousands of clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far away in darkness. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win, and there are countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night.

Jinse -

Li Shangyin

There are fifty strings of Jinse, one string for no reason. A pillar of nostalgia for the Chinese years.

Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.

The moon in the sea has tears in its pearls, and the sun in the blue field is warm and the jade produces smoke.

This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time.

Poetry for Spring

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Han Tao

Flowers bloom differently and are appreciated in different ways , the flowers are different from each other in sadness. If you want to ask where you miss me, when the flowers are blooming and falling.

When we gather grass and tie the same heart, we will have the sound of knowing. The sorrow of spring is cut off, and the spring birds sing mournfully again.

The wind and flowers are getting old, and the good times are still vague. If you don't have people with the same heart, you will have grass with the same heart.

The branches are full of flowers, which turns into two lovesickness. The jade chopsticks are hung in the mirror, and the spring breeze is unknown.

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"The Book of Songs? Beifeng? Drumming"

Beat the drums and boring them, and enthusiastically use the troops. The land of the country's cities and canals, I traveled south alone.

From Sun Tzu Zhong, Pingchen and Song Dynasty. If I don't return home, I will feel worried.

Where do you live in love? Love and lose his horse? In order to seek it? Under the forest.

The bond between life and death is broad, and I have said it to my son. Holding his hand, I will grow old with him.

I am sighing in the vastness, but I am not alive. I am sighing and Xun. Come on, I don’t believe it 4. , Poems related to traditional arts

Provincial Examination of Xiangling Drum and Seed

Qian Qi

Good at playing drums and playing the harp, often Wen Di Zi Ling.

Feng Yikong dances by himself, which Chu Ke cannot listen to.

The bitter tone and sad tone of gold and stone, the voiceless sound enters the darkness.

Cangwu comes to complain and admire, and the white peony moves to bring fragrance.

The flowing water flows through Xiangpu, and the sad wind passes through Dongting.

At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river.

Bodhisattva Man Yan Jidao

Ai Zheng plays the tune of Xiangjiang River,

The sound writes all the green of Xiangbo.

The slender fingers of the thirteen strings,

The secret of hatred will be conveyed.

When the autumn water is slow during the feast,

The jade pillars are tilted and the geese are flying.

When the heart is broken,

The spring mountain eyebrows are low.

Pipa Play

Bai Juyi

Qin Song

Author: Li Qi

Category: Seven-Character Ancient Poetry

The master has wine to enjoy this evening, please play the harp 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.

Painting

Mo Mei? Wang Mian (Yuan Dynasty)

The tree at the head of the pond where I wash inkstones,

Every flower blooms Light ink marks.

Don’t let others praise you for your good color.

Just leave the pure energy to fill the universe.

If you want to write a painting, you must first hold the end of a precious mirror.

My face has become so frightened that I gradually feel that my temples are withered.

It is easy to describe tearful eyes, but difficult to describe sadness.

I hope you will forget about it and look at the pictures later

----Xue Yuan, "Photos Sending to Foreigners"

"Evening View of the Spring River in Huichong"

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Su Shi

A few branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo,

A duck prophet of the warmth of the spring river.

The ground is full of wormwood and reed buds are short,

It is the time when the pufferfish is about to come.

Lin Liang painted Two-Horned Eagle Song

Li Mengyang (Ming Dynasty)

Painted birds for more than a hundred years, followed by Lu Ji and Qian Zhao.

The second son seems to have no intention of working, sucking the pen and picking up every hair on the canthus.

Lin Liang only uses ink to write about birds, and half of the wind and clouds are dark.

Waterfowl and land birds are so exquisite that the whole hall is moved by them.

The empty mountains, ancient forests and raging waves of the river, two eagles protrude high from the frost cliffs.

The bone-setting brush feathers are moving, and autumn is born in June on the four walls.

An eagle looks down without moving its eyes, knowing that there is nothing wrong with its eyes.

An eagle turned around and wanted to descend again, and gradually felt the wind blowing in its wings.

Although Pixiao is bleak, its murderous intent cannot be extinguished.

The horns are thick, the claws are strong, the fists are iron, and the beard is like a beard that is about to split.

The new wind blows the sand and the autumn grass turns yellow, and you are able to ride on your horse!

The demonic birds in the grass were all killed, and the clear sky was sprinkled with blood.

I heard that Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty was also good at this eagle.

Later he lost the emperor and starved to death in the Five Kingdoms City.

I know that the craftsmanship of painting and calligraphy seems to be in vain.

School hunting and galloping are also the end of things, and there are ancient scriptures for making birds outside.

Now the king respectfully stops the banquet and lectures in the Imperial Palace of Wenhua.

The South China Sea and the West Lake are deserted, and all the hunters, Yu and Chang are poor and humble.

Lü Ji's white head and golden head are by the fireside. At dusk, he returns home with no money for wine.

Wisdom is always worthless, so how can you dare to present your lustful skills before the king?

Good, good, I would rather you paint without making money,

I would rather not make future generations good at painting and good at painting.

Other aspects, tea art, chess skills, etc.

The sound of chess

Author: Huang Geng

Where can the immortal talk about his hands. I heard people peeling and pecking bamboos in the forest.

A piece of jade knocks the clouds to pieces, and I have been frightened by the window at noon for many times.

When you are slow, you should know that your heart has a long way to go, but when you are in a hurry, don't let your ears go.

The Lanke people went to pick up the pieces. The stone in the pavilion is cold.

Jijiang Sencha

Era: Northern Song Dynasty

Author: Su Shi

Work: Jijiang Sencha

Living Water It must be boiled over a live fire, and the deep clear water can be obtained from fishing stones. [1]

The big ladle stores the moon and returns to the spring urn, and the small ladle is divided into the river and into the night vase.

The snow milk has been fried for the feet, and the pine wind suddenly makes the sound of diarrhea. [2]

It is not easy to ban three bowls of dry intestines, sit and listen to the length of the deserted city. [3] 5. What are the poems about art?

The poems about art are as follows:

1. "Dairing Qin and Wine" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Ling Ling Ling The rhyme of autumn spring is stored in Longfeng Pool. A cup of oily spring clouds can bring it to your heart.

There has been gin since ancient times, and those who get this taste are rare. It should only be well-being and Ji, and my three hearts know.

2. "Qin" Wang Changling, Tang Dynasty

The lonely tung tree sings secretly and in vain, conveying the true nature in its simplicity. It's like the string is pointing out, and you can see the ancient people.

The wind and snow are far away, but the spring is coming. The banquet is not over yet, who can discern the economics?

3. "Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin" Li Bai, Tang Dynasty

A Shu monk held the green silk in his arms and went west to Mount Emei. Wave your hand for me, it's like listening to thousands of pines.

The guest's heart is washed by the running water, and the remaining sound is the frost bell. Unexpectedly, it was dusk in the green mountains, and the autumn clouds were dark.

4. "Untitled" White Jade Toad, Southern Song Dynasty

The ten fingers produce autumn water, and play the sunset several times. I don’t know how many people’s hearts have been broken by this song.

The heart creates nothingness, and the strings ring between the nails. Come to the palace at night to adjust, the bright moon fills the empty mountain.

Sound the five-tone table and play beyond ten fingers. Where the birds are singing and the flowers are falling, the music ends in response to the spring breeze.

5. "The Qin in the Wind" by Lu Tong, Tang Dynasty

Thirteen emblems with five tones and six rhythms, the dragon sings and the crane sounds, thinking of Pa Xi.

A flick of flowing water flicks a flick of the moon, and the water, moon and wind produce pine branches.