1. What are the poems about the "Mogao Grottoes"

1. "General Xuanwei and Miao returned to his former residence after being demoted" by Xu Xuan of the Tang Dynasty.

Jiang Shan looked south towards Xifang, and the pavilion was still locked on the courtyard wall.

The emperor has never tasted the thin willow tree, and the general has already garrisoned Dunhuang.

The mountains with strange leaning rocks are colorless, and the round lotus water is not fragrant.

To make all the Confucian scholars lonely, I became a middle-aged man in front of the door.

2. "Hongwu Guihai went to Ningbei on official business" Ming Dynasty - Zheng Juzhen.

Going north to the ancient fortress of the Great Wall, there are wild pines and sunset with few people.

Across the river is Hexi, and Dunhuang is Jiuquan.

3. "A Gift to Wu Yongqing in Xin'an at the End of the Year" by Wang Wei, Ming Dynasty.

The frugal north wind blows the clouds and clouds, and the old age is poor, gloomy and lonely. Suddenly I heard that a visitor was coming to Dazhang, and there was a wild crane standing in the air, with a pure appearance.

Dazhangshan has an old-fashioned guest nature, and its seals are opened and its caskets are shining brightly. King Jiu Mu of Xia cast gold, which was far inferior to the vast swamps and deep mountains.

In Khotan, Yan Fat intercepted Kunwu, and Tao Wen was like a pair of dragons grabbing each other. Feng Long fanned the flames under Heaven, and the purple smoke flew away and turned the bones thin.

The brocade is finely spread out with ink flowers, and the two willows in the east of the river are connected to Dunhuang. There are fifteen characters in the internal history of Kuaiji. Collapse of cliffs and broken rocks presses down the secret pavilion.

I also came up with a Chinese chi hook and a sea turtle plate with green jade cut. Fang Dinggui's father hid in Yawen, and all the guests in the hall were shocked.

The treasure in the basket is rotting and dying, who will cut a new helmet from Keting? Wow, this is really not easy. Mr. ***, please pour your money and chisel it down. 2. For inscriptions on paintings, please ask for famous poems and lines describing Dunhuang's "Goddess Scattering Flowers". Those with Qijue or Qilu should be intentional.

Qing Ping Tiao Ci, Tang Dynasty, Li Bai. Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of face, spring breeze blows on the threshold, and the dew is rich.

If we hadn’t met at the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai. There is also this one, I suggest you select "Its shape is as graceful as a startling giant, graceful as a swimming dragon, glorious autumn chrysanthemums, and gorgeous spring pines.

It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, fluttering If you look at it from a distance, it will be as bright as the morning glow; if you look at it closely, it will be as bright as a flower emerging from Lubo. The waist is plain, the neck is long, the hair is exposed, and the beauty is fragrant.

The eyebrows are trimmed, the lips are bright, and the teeth are bright. He has a graceful appearance, a quiet body and a gentle manner, and is charming in his words. His clothes are unique, and his bones are like a picture.

The dazzling beauty of Eryao and blue. Wearing gold and jade jewelry, embellished with pearls to dazzle the body.

Carrying the light skirt of mist and gauze, the gentle fragrance of orchids comes. He wandered in the corner of the mountain. Then he jumped up and down, leaning on the Caiyan on the left, and walking on the cascading osmanthus flag on the right. /p>

I am happy with her beauty, but my heart is shaking and unhappy. I hope that the unscrupulous matchmaker will come to me first, and I hope that I will get it first.

The beauty's faith is cultivated, the Qiang learns the etiquette and writes poems, resists the Qiong Yao and gives it to him, refers to the hidden abyss and the time limit, holds on to the family's money, is afraid of being bullied by the spirit, and feels the abandonment of the friend. Xi, hesitant and doubtful.

He calmed down and kept his composure, so Luo Ling was moved and wandering, and the divine light was separated and combined.

The bird stands like a crane with its light body. If it is about to fly but has not yet soared, it will be covered with heavy pepper. Its steps will be thin and fragrant, and its long and long chant will be long and mournful.

You are a miscellaneous group of spirits, ordering the couple to play in the clear stream, fly to Shenzhu, pick pearls, or pick up green feathers. Unparalleled, I sing about the solitude of the morning glory.

The feathers are flying, the sleeves are stretched, and the body is flying fast, like a god, the waves are moving slightly, and the socks are dusty. .

The movement is impermanent, if it is dangerous, if it is safe, if it is difficult to progress, if it is going, then it will return.

The beauty and gracefulness made me forget to eat.

Then the screen covered with wind, the waves behind Sichuan were quiet, Feng Yi played the drum, and Nuwa sang.

The whale salamander leaps and clamps its hub, and the waterfowl soar and guard.

So he crossed over to Beijun, passed through Nangang, led Yu Su, and returned to Qingyang. He moved his red lips and spoke in Xu words, laying out the outline of the handover. I hate the ways of people and gods, I complain that I am in my prime, I resist wearing my sleeves to cover my tears, and my tears flow down my lap.

The memorial service will last forever. The mourning is gone and I am in a foreign land. There is no trace of love to show my love, and I offer the bright beauty of the south of the Yangtze River. Although he is latent in Taiyin, he always places his heart on the king.

Suddenly he didn’t realize what he had given up, and he was so sad that he blocked the light at night. So the mausoleum is high on my back, and I can leave my feet to the gods, imagining my feelings and looking at my sorrow.

I hope that the spiritual body will regain its shape and go up in a light boat. Floating on the long river and forgetting to turn back, thinking about it and growing admiration, working hard at night and not sleeping, soaking in heavy frost until dawn.

I ordered my servants to drive. I will return to the east road and pick up the bridle to resist the plan. I am so sad that I can't go. 3. Famous quotes or poems about the process of cicadas shedding their shells

Intent on catching the chirping cicada, suddenly stood up with his mouth shut Yu Shinan: The cicada hangs down its stilts to drink the clear dew, and the sound of it flows out of the sparse tung trees.

Keeping your voice high and far away is not just to take advantage of the autumn wind. The sound of cicadas is loud and distant. Throughout the ages, the singing of "Cicada, Cicada" has caused poets with rich and delicate emotions to write many beautiful and moving poems.

"The autumn cicadas are chirping in the trees, and the black birds are passing away peacefully?" (Xuanniao, that is, swallows) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: Bright Moon at Night") "The cicadas are chirping in the trees, and the chrysanthemums are shining in the autumn flowers." (Pan Yue's "Two Poems from Heyang County") "The mourning cicadas leave no sound, and the wild geese chirp in the sky." (Tao Yuanming's "September 9, Jiyou Year") "The willows in the garden have been singing for a long time, and the hissing cicadas are alarmed" (Sui Wang Youli's " "The cicadas sing in tall willows") "The little things created by nature can always sing in response to the call" ("Wearing the Cicadas" by Xu Shang of the Tang Dynasty) "The cicadas in high places have a distant rhyme, and the lush trees have lingering sounds" (Zhu Xi in the Song Dynasty, "Nan'an Daozhong") "Flowing" The sound echoes around the bushes, resounding through the high tower." ("Listening to the Cicadas in the Back Hall" by Xiao Zifan of the Southern Dynasties) "The clear chanting of the morning dew leaves makes the sad noise of the sunset branches.

Suddenly the strings are cut off, and the sound of the pipes is uneven." (Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, "Rewarding the Solitary Prime Minister for Seeing the New Cicada") "The forest becomes quieter with the noise of cicadas, and the mountain becomes more secluded with the singing of birds" (Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Stream") "The spring slips into the deep throat, and the music of the piano comes and goes. It's long. The wind keeps cutting, and it is still among the branches."

(Tang Lutong's "New Cicada") "The bright moon is frightened by the branches, and the cicadas are singing in the middle of the night." (Song Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon: Walking on the Yellow Sand Road" ) "If you drink Xuantian dew, how can you say goodbye to the high willow cold" ("Poetry on Chanting Cicada" by Chen Liu of the Southern Dynasty) "How clean will your body be if you drink the dew, and the singing style will be longer" ("Painting Cicada" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty) "Listen to the autumn cicada, Autumn cicadas are not in one place.

The willows are flying high in the evening, and the poplars are growing brightly at dawn; the sounds of autumn are scattered and disturbing. Contains the sound of death.

..." "It is extremely sad to hear the cicadas chirping in the jade trees, echoing to the side of the Golden Gate; the long wind brings the evening sound, and the clear dew is provided for the morning meal. p> The evening breeze is full of dew, and the high voice of autumn is the only thing that can be seen. I am light and cover a few leaves, crying and holding a branch.

..." (Sui Lu Sidao's "Heyang Nayan Listening to the Singing Cicada") ) (2) Cicadas are ignorant, but many poets feel sad after hearing about them, just because the poets themselves are sad in their hearts, "Looking at things with me, old things all have my color" (Wang Guowei's "Human Words"). As Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, said: "The sound of cicadas does not add any worries, but it makes people feel heartbroken" ("Listening to Cicadas").

Sikong Shu of the Tang Dynasty: "Nowadays, cicadas are chirping suddenly. How can I be a stranger to you? I feel that I am old and can make all kinds of emotions come to life" ("New Cicada"); Tang Bai Juyi: "I feel sad when I hear it. , and then listen to the new sound of cicadas on the Wei River.

Who is listening in the locust flowers at dusk? Before the incident, I felt like I was passing by.

As soon as it enters the desolate ears, it is like hearing the intermittent strings" ("Reply to Bai Xingbu Hearing the New Cicada"); Tang Meng Haoran: "The cool breeze comes in the evening, but hearing the cicada makes me sad" ("Qin Zhongji Yuanyuan Master"), Tang Yuanzhen: " The sound of mangrove cicadas fills the setting sun, and the white-headed friends send each other off in sorrow" ("Song Lu Poetry").

Yong Yuzhi of the Tang Dynasty: "One sound of clear summer heat, and several places promote the flow of fluids. The heart of a man with lofty ideals is bitter, and the first time he hears it, he is alone." ("Morning Cicada"); Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties Chu: "Don't invade the ruins of the sun, and listen to it in a foreign land" ("Hearing the Cicada"); Tang Luyin: "The slanting light on the back of the tall willow is hidden deep, and you can stand. The feeling of loneliness and sadness surrounds me.

I am still afraid that the traveler’s head is not white, and he repeatedly moves the tree and flies with the sound" ("Evening Cicada"); "Jia Dao"); Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty: "The cicadas are mournful, facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside. "("Yulin Bell"); Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty "Why bother to play a song at Yongmen, the sound of cicadas is extremely desolate" "Yinfang Campus on March 25th".

(3) The ancients mistakenly believed that cicadas lived by eating wind and drinking dew, so they regarded cicadas as a symbol of nobility and chanted them, either to express their ideals and ambitions, or to metaphor their own rough and unfortunate life experiences. The one mentioned is of course the "Three Wonders" of the cicada poems of the Tang Dynasty: Drinking clear dew, the sound of flowing trees

Keeping your voice high and far away is not to borrow the autumn wind. ——Yu Shinan. "Cicada" The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the south crown want to invade.

Unable to bear the shadow of the white hair, it is difficult to fly in due to the heavy wind.

No one believes in Gao Jie, who can show his heart. - King Luo Bin's "Song of Cicada in Prison" It is hard to be full, but it is in vain to hate the sound. The stems are still spreading, and the hometown has been wiped out.

I am the most alarmed, and I am also clearing up my family. ——Li Shangyin's "Cicada" are all famous works in the Tang Dynasty that used cicadas to express their meaning. But the purpose and interest are very different, and each has its own beauty.

Shi Buhua of the Qing Dynasty commented on this in his "Xian Mai Shuo Shi": "The same cicada, Yu Shinan's voice is loud and far away, but the meaning is different." "Borrowing the autumn wind" is a saying from Tsinghua University; King Luo Bin's "It's hard to fly when the dew is heavy, and it's easy to sink when the wind is noisy" is a saying from people in need; Li Shangyin's "it's difficult to fill up because of high expenses, but it's futile and hateful" is a saying from people who complain. Bixing is different. ”

Attached: Preface to the poem "Singing Cicadas in Prison" by King Luo Bin. Yujin is located in the west of the forbidden wall. It is the office of Facao. There are several ancient locust trees. Although the business can be seen, they are the same as those of Yin Zhongwen's withered trees. And the lawsuit is here, that is, Zhou Zhaobo's Gantang.

Every time the sunset is low, the cicadas sing quietly, and you can hear the sound of the insects. Hear it before? Sigh, the sound is used to move the face, and the virtue is used to symbolize the virtuous.

Therefore, cleansing the body reveals the noble conduct of a gentleman; shedding the skin reveals the spiritual appearance of an immortal. When the time comes, follow the number of yin and yang; respond to the changes in the festival, and examine the opportunity to use it.

If you have an eye open, don't let the road be dim and blind your vision; if you have wings, you will be thin, and don't let the world be thick. But it's true. Singing the breeze of the trees, the beauty is sky-high; drinking the dew in the high autumn, I am afraid of others.

The servant is lost in danger, and he is not sad and blames himself. Falling and dying first.

Hearing the sound of cicadas, he realizes that he has been redressed; seeing the shadow of a praying mantis, he is afraid of the crisis and writes poems to benefit all his friends.

The sentiments of common people are echoed by things, mourning the drifting of weak feathers; the way is known to others, and the loneliness of the remaining sounds is not meant to replace the sorrowful clouds.

(4) It is different from the poems about Yan. There are also poems about cicadas that ridicule the filthiness of cicadas. The representative works are the poem "Cicada" written by Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin in the late Tang Dynasty. . What's the point of having a clear belly, and even less thin feathers? "

Luo Yin: "The work of the earth is a legacy, and I am in harmony with you. The wind is full of dew and it is like this now. We should forget the time when it was dew and turbid. "

In Lu Zhi's writing, cicada is a despicable and incompetent person; while in Luo's writing, cicada is a follower of the people. The two poems use cicada to express their ambitions, aiming to satirize and criticize the social corruption and officialdom in the late Tang Dynasty. Dim.

(5) The rest are as follows: "The sound of cicadas on tall trees enters the evening clouds, not only" by Yongtao of the Tang Dynasty. 4. Poems and famous lines about Cognac jasminifera

1. Gardenia Flowers bloom for thousands of miles

The trees are just as young as the people, and the flowers will be as old as the snow

The solitary appearance is pure and fragrant in the summer

There are flowers. The bottle, no wind suddenly tipped the nose.

How the valley is old, just for the mountain alum

2. Ode to Liang Xiaogang of the Southern Dynasties

Su. The flowers are half-closed to the pond.

It is suspected that the leaves are covered with frost, and the branches are covered with snow.

3. He Linghu Xianggong Ode Gardenia to Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

The flowers of Shu are gone, and the peach blossoms are now blooming.

The color is suspicious and the Qiong tree leans against it, and the fragrance is like the jade capital. Come.

Let’s admire the beauty of the leaves.

Why wait for the cold plum blossoms?

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There are thousands of miscellaneous trees in Chaimen. There are no red, orange and yellow flowers here.

The cold rain has stopped on the river, and the beautiful scenery in the fence is beautiful. Even so, the gardenia and red pepper are blooming again.

The stone vines have fallen slightly, and the pine bones have dried up.

The leaves are almost gone. The branches are not heavy.

The love of the sun is borrowed, and the clear frost is full of worry.

When the face is declining, I sit on the quinoa bed, and I still need a bamboo stick to support me.

Riding in the unknown cloud pavilion, the singing ape is secluded in the corner of Chushan Mountain

5. Four Odes of Jiangtou·Gardenia Tang Dufu

Gardenia Comparison. There are not many trees in the world.

It is useful for body color and harmonious with Tao Qi.

Red is for wind and frost, and green is for rain and dew.

The ruthless move of you is to reflect the waves of the river. 5. Poems or famous lines about majestic spirit

When you reach the top of the mountain, you can see all the small mountains

In the clear sky, a crane flies above the clouds. Introducing poetry to the blue sky

The sea is full of sun and night, and the river is spring into the old year

The tide is flat and the two sides are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging

The lonely smoke is straight in the desert , the sun sets on the long river

Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees

The southeastern slope of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night

Qingchuan experiences Hanyang Trees, fragrant grass and luxuriant green grass on Parrot Island

Green trees border the village, and green hills and mountains slant outside

Mount Emei has a half-moon in autumn, and its shadow is reflected in the water of Pingqiang River

The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no boat crossing the wild river

The clock of nature is beautiful, the yin and yang cut off the dusk

The chest is full of clouds, and the canthus is returned to the bird

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Under the moon, the flying sky mirror, the clouds are forming sea towers

The level of the August Lake is mixed with the clear water

The steamy clouds and dreamy lakes are shaking Yueyang City

Peaks and mountains are gathered together, waves are like raging waves, mountains and rivers are inside and outside Tongguan Road

The great river goes eastward, the waves are washed away, and the romantic figures of the ages

Looking at the green mountains and rivers of Dongting, silver There is a green snail in the plate

I am about to cross the Yellow River and the river is blocked by ice, and I am about to climb the Taihang Mountains covered with snow

The vast sea is blocked by hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds are thousands of miles away

The majestic sorrow of separation is white The sun is setting, and the whip east points to the end of the world

The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, for which you can enjoy the high-rise buildings

The sounds are rising from all sides, thousands of miles away, the long smoke is setting in the lonely city Close

I am talking about being a teenager, holding the yellow on the left, holding the blue on the right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, riding a thousand horses on a flat hill

Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over Sound outside the Great Wall

The horse is flying fast, the bow is as frightened as a thunderbolt

The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, the North Dipper is diagonal and the South Dipper is tilted

How many things have happened through the ages? long.

The endless flow of the Yangtze River

The spring scenery of the Jinjiang River comes to heaven and earth, and the floating clouds of the jade barrier change the past and the present

The wind roars in Luntai in September, and the gravel in the river is as big as a bucket, and the stones are scattered all over the ground in the wind.

Where is Yun Heng’s Qinling family? The snow embraces the blue and the horse stops moving forward

Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloom

The water flows down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky

Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. 6. What are the ancient poems about "frog crowing"

Ancient poems about "frog crowing"

1. " "Living in Seclusion in Early Summer" (Song Dynasty) Lu You

The Weng family is placed in a scenic spot of lakes and mountains, with a sloping path in the middle of the field under the shade of locust trees and willows. Sometimes I watch herons when the water is full, and there are frogs singing everywhere in the deep grass.

Translation: The land of lakes and mountains is my home, with quiet paths under the shade of locust trees. When the lake is overflowing, egrets dance gracefully, and frogs sing everywhere in the grass growing on the lakeside. The new bamboo shoots have already matured, but the wood pen flowers have just begun to bloom. We didn’t meet each other back then, but before I dreamed about tea at noon, who was talking about those days?

2. "A Guest" (Song Dynasty) by Zhao Shixiu

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.

Translation: On a rainy night during the Huangmei season, frogs croaked from the grassy pond in the countryside. It was already midnight, but my friend did not arrive as promised. He knocked on the chess pieces in boredom, and the lamp ashes fell on the chessboard.

3. "Spring Evening" (Song Dynasty) Cao Bin

No one cares about the falling flowers outside the door, and the green shade slowly spreads all over the world. The oriole crows in a silent place, and the frog alone listens in the grassy pond.

Translation: In late spring, no one cares about the fallen flowers on the road, only the rich shade of trees is endless, stretching to the end of the world. The orioles in the forest have stopped singing long ago, and they can only walk alone to the grassy pond to listen to the calls of frogs.

4. "Staying at Tian's House Overnight" (Song Dynasty) Wearing a retro style

Wearing hats and hats as we go, we don't change out of the old clothes in one spring. The rain travels through the yellow mud slopes of the mountains, and the white boards of Tian's family are pressed at night. The body falls asleep amidst the sound of frogs, and the heart returns from the dream of turning into a butterfly. Nine out of ten letters sent to my hometown fail to arrive, and geese fly from the north to the south.

Translation: Only the bamboo hat followed me wandering on the crossroads, and I was still wearing winter clothes even after spring. I walked hard on the yellow mud slope of the mountain col in the drizzle, and only knocked on the white wooden door of the farmhouse after dark. Although the frogs croaked noisily at night, I still dreamed and turned into a butterfly and returned to my longing hometown. It’s a pity that I wrote so many letters to my family and nine times out of ten they were delivered, and the geese in the sky flew north and south without delivering the letter.

5. "Moon on the Xijiang River: Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road" (Song Dynasty) by Xin Qiji

Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.

Translation: The bright moon in the sky rose above the treetops, frightening away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seemed to bring the distant chirping of cicadas. In the aroma of rice, people are talking about the good harvest year, and there are bursts of frogs croaking in their ears, as if they are talking about the good harvest year. Light clouds floated in the sky, twinkling stars appeared and disappeared, and a light rain fell in front of the mountain. We crossed the stream on a small bridge to escape the rain. Where have the hut shops beside the woods near the Tutu Temple gone? After turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us.