The ten most inspirational poems in history: heroic, heroic, and broad
Gaixiage
Xiang Yu
His strength is overwhelming. . When times are unfavorable, good things never fade away.
There is nothing you can do if your talent does not die! Yuxi, Yuxi, what can I do!
Xiang Yu summed up his all-powerful performance with the sentence "Strengthening the mountains and overwhelming the world." Xiang Yu is the son of a general, a young man with great energy, strong enough to carry a cauldron, and extremely talented. He had great ambitions, and when faced with the arrogant Qin Shihuang, he dared to say "he can replace him".
Traveling is Difficult
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
A gold bottle of wine is worth ten thousand dollars, and a jade plate is worth ten thousand dollars of treasure.
Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can’t eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
I was fishing on the Bixi River when I was free, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming about the sun.
Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now?
There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the cloud sails are hung directly to help the sea.
How difficult is the road of life, how difficult it is, and how complicated it is. Where is the real road? I firmly believe that the time to ride the wind and waves will definitely come, and when that time comes, we will set sail and sail across the blue sea and blue sky.
Full of River Red·Writing Feelings
Yue Fei of the Song Dynasty
He was so angry that he leaned against the railing and the misty rain stopped.
Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings.
Thirty years of fame are like dust and dirt, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.
Don’t wait any longer, as your young head turns gray and you are filled with sorrow!
Jingkang’s shame is still not over. 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 he is hungry, and drinks the blood of Huns when he is thirsty.
Let’s start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
Climbing high and leaning on the railing alone, I saw that the sudden wind and rain had just stopped. Looking up at the sky, I can't help but scream up to the sky, filled with the heart of serving the country. Although he has established some fame over the past thirty years, it is as insignificant as dust. He has traveled 8,000 miles from north to south and has gone through many turbulent lives. Good men, you should seize the time to make contributions to the country, and don't waste your youth in vain and wait for your old age to be miserable.
Bamboo and Stone
Qing Dynasty Zheng Xie
He insists on not letting go of the green mountains, and his roots are still in the broken rocks.
Even though you have endured countless blows, you are still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.
The bamboo grasps the green mountain without relaxing at all, and its roots are firmly rooted in the rock crevices. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still so strong. Whether it is the southeast wind in the scorching summer or the northwest wind in the harsh winter, it can withstand it and remains strong and strong.
Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
In August, the high autumn wind howled and rolled up the three thatched roofs of my house.
Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on forest branches, while the lower ones float around the pond.
The boys in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not stand facing a thief, so they openly carried me into the bamboo.
My lips were burnt and my mouth was dry and I couldn't breathe. When I returned, I leaned on my staff and sighed.
The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn.
The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside.
The leakage at the bedside has no place to dry, and the rain has not stopped.
How can I get wet all night long if I have lost sleep since I have lost my temper?
There are tens of thousands of mansions, which can shelter the poor people all over the world and make them happy. They are as safe as a mountain even if the wind and rain do not move!
Woohoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!
How can we get tens of millions of spacious and tall houses to universally shelter poor scholars all over the world and make them smile? The house will not be moved by wind and rain, but is as stable as a mountain? well! When will such a tall house appear in front of me, even if my thatched hut is blown apart by the autumn wind, I will be willing to freeze to death!
Song of Lime
Yu Qian of the Ming Dynasty
Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if nothing happened.
Don’t be afraid of being shattered into pieces, you must remain innocent in this world.
Lime can only be mined from the mountains after thousands of hammerings. It treats the burning of blazing fire as a very common thing. Even if his body is broken into pieces, he is not afraid and is willing to leave his innocence in this world.
Wangyue
Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
How about Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young.
The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn.
Zeng Yun is born in the chest, and the returning bird enters the canthus.
From the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance.
How majestic is Mount Tai? Walking out of Qilu, you can still see the green peak. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful scenery, with mountains to the south and north separating morning and dusk. Layers of white clouds wash away the ravines in the chest; the returning birds fly into the eye sockets admiring the scenery. You must climb to the top of Mount Tai to overlook the mountains and feel full of pride.
Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai
Qing Dynasty Gong Zizhen
The anger of Kyushu relies on wind and thunder, and it is sad that thousands of horses are silent.
I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind.
Only the huge force like thunder can make the land of China full of vitality. However, the lifelessness of the social and political situation is ultimately a tragedy. I advise God to regain his spirit and not stick to certain specifications in order to send down more talents.
Ode to the Discourse in the Hall
Zen Master Huang Heng of the Tang Dynasty
It is very difficult to get rid of the troubles in the world, so hold on to the rope tightly and do something.
How can you enjoy the fragrance of plum blossoms without experiencing a bone-chilling cold?
It is unusual to get rid of the worldly work, and you need to work hard to do it. Without going through the bone-chilling cold, how can there be the fragrant fragrance of plum blossoms?
Rewarding Lotte at the first banquet in Yangzhou
Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
The desolate land of Bashan and Chushui has been abandoned for twenty-three years.
Nostalgically reciting the poems on the flute in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read them, I feel like a dead person.
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees.
Listen to a song of Junge today, and just have a glass of wine to keep your spirits up.
In the desolate place of Bashan and Chushui, I lived in silence for twenty-three years. When I came back, things were different, and I was like a poor person. I could only play the flute and compose poems, and I felt so melancholy. On the side of the sunken boat, thousands of sails are racing; in front of the diseased tree, thousands of trees are in spring. Let me listen to you sing a song today, and cheer me up with a glass of wine. Ten autumn poems to start the intoxicating beauty of autumn!
The autumn wind does not feel cold all night long, and the days are still long after several sounds of uterine leakage.
Lin Quan has no plan to kill the remaining heat, so he wastes rice on Huachi.
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"The Beginning of Autumn"
Zuohe River
A sycamore leaf announces autumn, and the rice fields talk about a good harvest.
Although it is not the height of summer, there are still tigers lurking, and there are even more chilling cicadas singing endlessly.
"Autumn Wind Ci"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright,
The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again shock.
When will we know how long we will miss each other? It’s embarrassing at this time and night!
Entering the door of my lovesickness, you will know that I miss each other painfully.
I will miss you and remember each other forever. The short love is endless,
I had known that it would be such a thorn in the heart, why would I not have known each other in the first place.
"One of Eight Autumn Songs"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The jade dew withered the maple forest, and the Wu Gorge of Wushan was desolate.
The waves in the river and the sky surge, blocking the wind and clouds and grounding the clouds.
The clusters of chrysanthemums will burst into tears, and the solitary boat will be connected to the heart of my hometown.
The cold clothes are urging the sword and ruler everywhere, and the high-speed anvil of Baidi City is rushing at dusk.
"Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.
"Two Autumn Poems"
Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring.
A crane lining the clouds in the clear sky brings poetry to the blue sky.
The mountains are clear and the water is clear from frost at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow.
Trying to go up to a high-rise building to clear your bones, it’s not like the spring scenery that makes people crazy.
"Autumn Thoughts"
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang City,
The desire to write is full of meaning.
I am afraid that I can’t say enough in a hurry,
Pedestrians are about to leave and open the seal again.
"Mountain Journey"
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping,
There is a home deep in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night,
The frost leaves are as red as the February flowers.
"Late Autumn in Chang'an"
Zhao Gu of the Tang Dynasty
The clouds are desolate and the dawn is flowing, and the palaces of the Han Dynasty are moving in the high autumn.
At what time is the remaining star, the wild geese cross the river, and the flute sounds and people lean against the building.
The purple half-opened fence and the chrysanthemums are quiet, and the red clothes are gone and the lotus is sad.
The perch is beautiful and does not return. It is empty to wear the southern crown and learn from the prisoner of Chu.
"A cut of red plum blossoms, fragrant lotus root and residual jade mat in autumn"
Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
In autumn, the fragrance of red lotus root and jade mat remains, he undresses his clothes lightly and gets into an orchid boat alone .
Who in the clouds sent me a brocade book? When Yanzi came back, the moon was full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows, a kind of lovesickness, and two places of leisurely sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my eyebrows, but it is in my heart.
"Autumn Thoughts on the Pure Sky and Sand"
Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees, dim crows,
Small bridges and flowing water, people's houses,
The ancient road is westerly and thin.
As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
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①Bajiao’s heart was broken, and the voice reminded her of the past. When I want to sleep, I still display old books. Yuanyang's small characters ① are still written in unfamiliar hands ②.
Tired eyes suddenly lowered and blurred, and half of them were blurred when I re-read them. There is a solitary lamp in the cold rain in the secluded window.
After all the materials and love are exhausted, is there still love but no love?
——"Linjiang Immortal"
②Now I know that I was wrong at the time, and I feel miserable. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon turns to the west.
——"Picking Mulberries"
③ If you are not obsessed with appearance, you will prefer cold places. It has no roots and buds, it is not a flower of wealth in the world.
Who can cherish Mother Xie after she says goodbye? Wandering around the world. The cold moon is sad, the west wind is thousands of miles away, and the sea is sandy.
——"Picking Mulberries"
④One step for mountains, one step for water. Walking towards the bank of Yuguan, it is late at night and thousands of tents are lit.
As soon as the wind changes, the snow changes. The dream of breaking my hometown is broken, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
——"Sauvignon Blanc"
⑤Who thinks of the west wind and the cold alone? The yellow leaves rustle and the windows close. Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.
Don’t be frightened by wine and fall into a heavy sleep; gambling on books will make you lose the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was just commonplace.
——"Huanxi Sand"
⑥ A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for education and ecstasy. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?
It is easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it is difficult to run across the blue sea for medicine. If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty.
——"Hua Tang Chun"
⑦The barren moss in the forest leads to Yun's house, and the jade bones are pitted against the dust and sand. There is nowhere to talk about in front of the wind, and the number of crows returns.
Half a lifetime of duckweeds has passed away with the water, and a night of cold rain has buried the famous flowers. The soul is like a willow cotton blowing to pieces, wandering around the world.
——"Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi"
⑧The remaining catkins floating in the wind have turned into duckweeds, and the silk lotuses of the mud lotus are strong and beautiful. Take a piece of incense to remember your past lives.
People's affection has become less affectionate, and now I really regret it. When I look back at the heartbroken place, I shed zero tears.
——"Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi"
⑨I was drunk in front of the lamp for a moment, and my hatred was as clear as a spring dream. There is a sound of rain outside the window of Danyue Danyun.
People tend to be less sentimental than others, and now they are really not sentimental. I heard the partridges crow again, and the pavilion was short and long.
——"Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi"
⑩If life is just like the first time we met, why will the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change.
Lishan’s words stopped at midnight, and the tears, rain, and bells ended without complaint. How unlucky is the man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches.
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"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion"
Tang Gao Pian
The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the towers are reflected in the pond.
The water curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the yard with the fragrance of roses.
This poem describes the summer scenery of a mountain pavilion. It uses a technique similar to painting to depict the dense green trees, the reflection of the balcony, the ripples of the pond, and the full frame of roses, forming a picture with bright colors and a gentle mood. .
The poet captured the subtle details such as the movement of curtains after the breeze and the fragrance of flowers, and vividly described the leisure and tranquility of the summer mountain pavilion. Think of the roses on the shelf and the fragrance of the courtyard, all the heat is gone. Sweep away!
"Two Poems from a Nap in Early Summer"
Song Yang Wanli
The plums are left with sore teeth, and the bananas are divided into green and window screens.
After a long sleep, I wake up without thoughts and watch the children catching willow flowers.
There is half a bow of moss in the pine shade. I occasionally want to read but am too lazy to open it.
Playing with the clear spring and scattering banana leaves, the children mistook the sound of rain.
It is early summer, when the banana trees are green and the willows are dancing. The poet has just woken up from his nap and is listless. When he sees the children chasing catkins, his childlike innocence returns and he is immersed in it unexpectedly. Poetry Jun just wants to say: I really want this kind of life.
"Living in Seclusion in Early Summer"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Weng's family is placed in the scenic spot of the lake and mountain, where the wild paths are sloping in the shade of locust trees and willows.
When the water is full, you can sometimes watch herons, and there are frogs croaking everywhere in the deep grass.
The dragon has overgrown its bamboo shoots, but the wooden pen is still in bloom.
Sighing, old friends come and go, who comes to sleep and drink tea in the afternoon.
The poet settled in his hometown. It was early summer, and the countryside scenery was so leisurely. When the pond is full of water, I watch the egrets playing. In the deep green grass, frogs keep chirping, and everywhere is full of life. Wake up and drink a cup of tea. What more can I ask for in this life!
"Jiyu Wangchuanzhuang Zuo"
Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty
The fireworks in the forest are late in Jiyu, steaming quinoa and cooking millet.
Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees.
In the mountains, I quietly watch the hibiscus trees, and I watch the dew sunflowers in the Qingzhai under the pine tree.
Let the old man compete with others for a seat. The seagull is even more suspicious of what happened.
In his later period, Wang Wei lived in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain and lived a life of both official and seclusion. He lived a very leisurely life, eating fast, chanting Buddha's name, playing the piano and composing poems. Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees. They are full of vitality and painting. I believe everyone would envy this kind of life!
"Summer Meaning"
Su Shunqin of the Song Dynasty
The summer mat in the other courtyard is deep and clear, and pomegranates are blooming all over the curtain.
It is noon in the shade of trees, and I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream.
The small courtyard was deep and quiet, and I lay on the bamboo mat, feeling cool all over; the pomegranate flowers outside the window were in full bloom, and through the hanging bamboo curtains, the empty hall was reflected in red. The dense shade of trees cut off the heat. It was exactly noon. When I woke up, I could hear the intermittent singing of oriole in my ears.
When you sleep, there is a breeze entering the curtains, and when you wake up, there are orioles singing, happiness!