This poem comes from Liu Yong's "He Jin Bang" in Song Dynasty. The main idea of these poems is: fortunately, there lives my Mr. Right, which is worth pursuing. It is the greatest happiness in my life to snuggle up with them and enjoy this romantic life. Youth is only a moment. I would rather change my fame into a shallow glass of wine in my hand and a gentle song in my ear.
Twenty or thirty fame, dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, it's white and sad.
The poem comes from Yue Fei's Man Jiang Hong in the Southern Song Dynasty. More than 30 years of fame, such as dust, how many storms have you traveled in 8 thousand miles. My hero, we should seize the time to make contributions to our country, and don't waste our youth until we are old.
Three, through the ages, the hero has not been found, Sun Zhongmou. The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time.
Since the Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji's "Ode to the Jade Bucket Pavilion" has lasted for a long time, and it is difficult to find another hero like Sun Quan. In those days, the dance pavilion and singing platform were still there, but the heroes had already disappeared with the passage of time. The setting sun shone in an ordinary alley covered with grass trees. People say that this is the place where Emperor Wu of Song once lived.
Fourth, oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
From "Into the Wine" by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty, you should indulge in joy when you are proud of your life, and don't let this golden cup empty to the bright moon. Everyone's birth must have its own value and significance. With a stroke of a pen, gold can still be recovered.
Five, until September 8th, Qiu Lai, after I bloom, the flowers will kill. Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
The Last Chrysanthemum by Huang Chao in Tang Dynasty, when Huang Chao was leading hundreds of thousands of peasant rebels to besiege Chang 'an. This poem describes the overwhelming resistance by chanting chrysanthemums. The beauty of this poem is that although it is a hymn to chrysanthemum, there is not a word "chrysanthemum" in the whole poem, which makes people see that the golden armored army is about to break through the majestic momentum of Chang 'an.