1. Poems expressing leisure

Qingpingle·Village Song Xin Qiji

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. The sound of Wu is charming when drunk. Okay, whose old lady has gray hair? The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, and the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. I like it best when the younger child dies, lying down at the head of the stream peeling off lotus pods.

An old friend brought chicken millet and invited me to Tianjia. Green trees and green mountains surround the village. Guo Waixie.

We opened the garden and drank wine with mulberry and hemp. On the Double Ninth Festival, we even came to drink chrysanthemums.: - "Crossing the Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran (Tang Dynasty):

The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses. I ask you how you can do it, but my mind is far away. I am picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, and I can see the Nanshan Mountain leisurely. The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are flying back and forth. There are The true meaning has been forgotten even if I want to argue. - "Drinking"

There are also many landscape and pastoral poems describing a leisurely and unrestrained life 2. Poems describing a comfortable and leisurely life

1. Picking chrysanthemums on the east fence Go down and see Nanshan leisurely. ——Tao Yuanming, "Drinking·Part 5"

2. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ——Seng Zhinan's "Quatrains"

3. The clouds are light and the wind is gentle. It is almost noon, and the flowers and willows are passing by the Qianchuan. ——Cheng Hao "Spring Day Comes"

4. The orioles are singing in thousands of miles, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags in Shuicunshanguo are winding. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

5. The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkins pond. ——Yan Shu's "Implication"

6. The grass and trees in Mengxia are long and the trees are sparse around the house. ——Tao Yuanming's "Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas Part 1"

7. Riding a horse and leaning on a leaning bridge, the building is full of red sleeves. ——Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Barbarian"

8. He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came home to Nanshan in his later years. ——Wang Wei's "Zhongnan Bieye"

9. Walk to a water-poor place and sit down to watch the clouds rise. ——Wang Wei's "Zhongnan Farewell"

10. The mountain atmosphere is getting better day by day, and the birds are returning. ——Tao Yuanming, "Drinking·Part 5"

11. He likes scoundrels the most, lying down at the head of the stream peeling off lotus pods. ——Xin Qiji's "Village Dwelling"

12. My daughter picks spring mulberries and sings and plays spring songs. ——Anonymous "Picking Mulberry"

13. Birds nostalgic for the old forest, fish in the pond miss the old abyss. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields"

14. The white-haired old farmer stands like a crane, looking at the clouds from high in the wheat field. ——Yong Yuzhi's "The Farmer Looks Clear"

15. The sound of people crossing the spring in Banqiao, and the cockcrow on the thatched eaves at noon. ——Gu Kuang's "The Farmer Over the Mountain" 3. Poems about Xin Qiji

Xin Qiji (1140-1207), a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.

His courtesy name is You'an and his nickname is Jiaxuan. He was a native of Licheng (now Jinan, Shandong). When he was born, Shandong was already occupied by the Jin soldiers.

At the age of 21, he joined the anti-Jin rebel army and soon returned to the Southern Song Dynasty. He successively served as the pacifier of Hubei, Jiangxi, Hunan, Fujian, and eastern Zhejiang. During his tenure, he took active measures to recruit exiles, train the army, reward farming and fighting, crack down on corruption and powerful people, and pay attention to stabilizing people's livelihood.

He firmly advocated resisting gold throughout his life. In memorials such as "Ten Essays on Meiqin" and "Nine Discussions", he made a detailed analysis of the political and military situation at that time, and made a strong refutation of the fallacy of exaggerating the strength of the Jin army and advocating compromise and surrender; he called for strengthening combat preparations and encouraging morale. to restore the Central Plains.

None of his anti-gold suggestions were adopted, and he was attacked by the Lord Peace Party. He was laid off from his job and lived idle in Shangrao and Qianshan, Jiangxi for a long time. In his later years, Han □ (tuo1) Zhou came to power and was appointed to the post for a time, but soon died of illness.

His poems express the patriotic enthusiasm of trying to restore the country's unity, express the grief and indignation of unrealized ambitions, expose and criticize the humiliating surrender of the upper-class ruling group of the Southern Song Dynasty; there are also many works that sing about the mountains and rivers of the motherland. There are various artistic styles, but the main ones are bold and unrestrained.

Passionate, generous and tragic, with strong writing power, he is called "Su Xin" together with Su Shi. "Po Zhenzi: Compose a heroic poem for Chen Tongfu", "Yongyu Le: Nostalgia for the past in Beigu Pavilion, Jingkou", "Shuilongyin: Dengjiankang Shangxin Pavilion", "Bodhisattva Man: Book on the Ostomy Wall of Jiangxi", etc. famous.

However, some works also reveal the negative emotions caused by unfulfilled ambitions. There is "Jia Xuan Long Short Sentences".

Modern people have compiled "Xin Jiaxuan's Poems and Notes". ("Cihai" 1989 edition) Sheng Chazi You Yuyan Walking by the stream taking photos, the sky is at the bottom of the clear stream.

There are moving clouds in the sky, and people are in the moving clouds. Who and Yu are singing high? The sound of the empty valley begins.

Neither ghost nor fairy, just a song of peach blossom water. Shengchazi The spring snow has come all over the sky, and the plum blossoms are only half gone.

I love the people who live by the snow the most. They are cut into chaos. Xueer prefers to drink as long as the golden cup is full.

Who said it was snowing and cold? The green sleeves are warm and dry. Sheng Chazi Last year the swallows came, deep in the curtain.

When the fragrant path returns to mud, all the instruments and books will be stained. When swallows come this year, who will listen to their whispers? No one could see the curtain roller, but there was a burst of dusk rain.

Huanxi Sha The elders argue that the rain is even and their brows are not as furrowed as they were last year. Thank you for your diligence, but you will be trapped in the dust.

Crying birds can sometimes persuade guests, and little peach rogues are already tempting people. Pear blossoms are also used as whiteheads.

Huanxi Sha, together with Uncle Gao and Zi, is like a play at Sushan Temple. The flowers are now evenly powdered, why does Liu Yin have green eyebrows? The east wind blows the rain finer than dust. Smiling at oneself, loving the mountains is like being lustful, but now I cherish the trees even more than I cherish the people.

I have a new feeling of worry and hatred. Dawn corner in the open air, Luxing, Wu head and Chu tail, a person can travel thousands of miles.

Don’t talk about old sorrows and new hatreds, the pavilion tree is like this now! I am tired of traveling with officialdom, but beauties leave me drunk. Tomorrow thousands of flowers will be eaten in cold weather. If you can stay here, you will be a good person.

Fortune teller: Bamboos are cultivated and green, and Luohan is cold, late in the day, the mountains and rivers are dusk. There is no one in the secluded path, and there is no one to be alone. This hatred is countless.

I only listen to the plum blossom language, and I am lazy to follow the hairspring. Looking for spring but not the fragrance, the fragrance is nowhere to be found.

Picking mulberry seeds on the middle wall of Shubo Mountain Road. The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words.

Now that I know all the sorrow, I still want to say it. I wanted to give up, but I said it was a cool autumn! Picking mulberry seeds on the middle wall of Shubo Mountain Road, the smoke and dew are lost in the barren pond of wheat and willows, and the rain and sunshine are clear.

The rain is clear and the weather is clear, the spring breeze is just as green. He picked up the pot and took off his trousers to urge him back, full of hatred and emotion.

A thousand hates and a thousand emotions, everyone is bored and complains. Picking mulberry seeds In this life, I have stopped asking questions about heaven and earth, leaning alone on a dangerous building.

Leaning alone in a dangerous building, I don’t believe that there is no sorrow in this world. It is the time for you to go to bed, so please go back to sleep.

When you return home, you will spend your autumn with the west wind. Bodhisattva Man writes on the stoma wall of Jiangxi. Under the clear river water of Yugu Terrace, many passers-by shed tears in the middle! Looking northwest to Chang'an, there are countless mountains! The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all.

Jiang was feeling sad at night, and heard partridges deep in the mountains. The Bodhisattva Man's Heart-Appreciating Pavilion was written by Prime Minister Ye. The green mountains are full of desire and the words of masters are connected with countless thousands of horses.

The misty rain is falling back, hoping that it will never come. People say that hair on the head always turns white in sorrow.

Clapping your hands and laughing at the sand gulls, your whole body is full of sorrow. Qingpingle Stayed alone in Wang's Nunnery in Boshan. Rats circled the bed and bats turned over the lamps and danced.

The wind blows from the pines on the house and the rain blows rapidly, and I mutter to myself between the broken paper windows. He lived in the north and south of the Yangtze River all his life, and returned with a beautiful face.

Sleeping under the quilt in the autumn night, you can see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers before your eyes. Qingpingle Village has low thatched eaves and green grass on the stream.

Wu Yin is so charming when he is drunk. Whose old lady is gray-haired? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. His favorite child is rogue, lying at the head of the stream peeling off lotus pods.

Qing Ping Le’s inspection of the school’s mountain garden book shows clouds, pines and bamboos, everything will be settled from now on. The meat of Dongjia branch is leaning on the stick, and the liquor is first ripe on the bedside.

In the West Wind Pear and Zao Mountain Garden, children steal a long pole. Don't scare others away. I'll just sit back and watch.

Ruan Lang returns and recommends official gifts to Zhang Chufu in the middle of Leiyang Road. The lights in front of the mountain are about to become dusk, and the clouds come and go on the top of the mountain. There are several villages in the sound of partridges, and old friends meet in Xiaoxiang.

Waving feather fans, arranging silk scarves, young men wearing saddles and horses. Nowadays, I am haggard and gifted to summon my soul, and my scholarly crown is so many that I miss my body! Taichang quoted "Jiankang Mid-Autumn Festival" as a poem by Lu Shuqian. An autumn shadow turns to golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again.

I asked [Nv Gen] E about the wine: I was cheated. 4. What poems about pastoral life did Xin Qiji write?

Here are a few poems for you. Xin Qiji’s pastoral poems are very different from those of Tao Yuanming and Wang Wei in style.

Jade House Spring Whose daughter is listening to the words of songbirds on the branches in twos and threes. It's been a long time since I carried the pot and sold wine. When my mother-in-law's cake is burnt, I have to go early.

When I was drunk, I forgot the way I came, so I asked the traveler where he lived. Just go to the ancient temple and pass the Chinese tallow tree in the south of the river.

The upper and lower pieces are two pictures that complement each other. The above film is a picture of wandering girls listening to birds. Women in groups of two or three listen to the chirping of birds in the trees. The chirping of the birds is as clever as human speech: "I carry the pot and go out to make wine, and the mother-in-law pancakes are burnt."

Ti Hu, Po Cake and Jiao are all named after birds. The next film is even more interesting. A man is drunk and forgets his way back. Pedestrians are diligent in giving directions. The more serious the guide is, the more intoxicated the person asking for directions becomes.

Xijiang Moon I am drunk and eager to laugh, but I have no time to worry. Recently, I have begun to realize that the ancient books are totally worthless.

Last night, I was drunk next to Songbian. I asked Songbian how I was drunk. I just doubt that the loose one is coming to help me, I push the loose one with my hand and say "go"! Because the author advocated the fight against the Jin Dynasty, he was not used by the rulers of the Southern Song Dynasty, so he had no choice but to get drunk and indulge in pleasure to relieve his sorrow. Mencius once said: "It is better to believe in no books than to have no books."

The next film recalls the drunken scene last night, mistaking the loose movement for human movement, and the drunken state is vivid. The whole poem is written around the word "drunk", using drunkenness to express sorrow and anger, which is full of fun.

Xin Qiji once made up his mind to quit drinking. He wrote a poem "Qinyuanchun" with the inscription: "I will stop drinking, and I will stop drinking and keep the drinking glass away." It means I'm going to stop drinking, and I'm warning the wine glass not to come near me.

Before you come, I will examine your body now. I have been thirsty for a long time, and my throat is like a burnt cauldron; now I feel like sleeping, and my breath is like thunder.

You said, "Liu Ling, a master of ancient and modern times, why not die and be buried after being drunk." Such is the situation, I sigh that you are a confidant, how unkind you are! They even rely on singing and dancing as matchmakers.

It’s considered a co-operation in the human world. There is no resentment, big or small, and it is born from what you love; there is no good or bad thing in anything, and anything that goes wrong is a disaster.

I have said to you: "Don't stay and retreat, my strength can still fill your cup." He bowed the cup again and said, "He will go as soon as he is commanded, and he will come as soon as he is summoned."

This poem was written by Xin Qiji when he was living leisurely in Laoquan, Qianshan. The author personifies the wine glass and uses the dialogue between the author and the wine glass to illustrate that alcoholism is bad for health, so he is determined to quit drinking.

What’s funny is that I don’t have much determination to quit drinking. At first, the poet shouted angrily: Bei, don’t come.

I checked my body now and found that I have been thirsty all year round, my throat is as dry as a burnt pot, I am always lethargic, and I have thunderous breathing while sleeping, all of which are caused by drinking alcohol. The wine glass replied: "Liu Ling, a drunkard, can be said to be a great master in ancient and modern times. He gets drunk when he has wine. After he is drunk, he might as well die and be buried."

The master of the poem said: It is true. We have been close friends for many years. What do you think? It's so unfeeling. The ancients held banquets and usually used singing and dancing to entertain people.

Therefore, wine is particularly harmful to people, just like the poison of doves. Moreover, no matter how big or small the hatred in the world is, it is often caused by greed. There is no good or bad thing in life. If it exceeds the limit, it will turn to the opposite.

There is no question of good or bad in wine itself. Drinking too much becomes a harmful and bad thing. In this way, drinking alcohol cannot be blamed alone. , I also have to review my own lack of restraint.

The poet made an agreement with the wine cup: "Don't leave in a hurry, otherwise I will smash you to pieces." , I will come immediately. "

This is a compromise agreement reached by both parties. The understanding words make people laugh.

After Xin Qiji wrote this poem to quit drinking, he drank as much as he saw. Mid-Autumn Festival It is a night for poets to drink and express their emotions.

Xin Qiji once wrote two poems about Mid-Autumn Festival, one of which is inscribed: "Mid-Autumn Festival". Mid-Autumn Festival, the flowers are in the cup, and the moon is in the cup. Tonight, the clouds wet the screen window, and the rain wet the screen window. The road is difficult to pass, and the letter is difficult to pass.

The whole hall is filled with red candles. Silver osmanthus, the yellow flowers are golden osmanthus, and the red flowers are red osmanthus.

Recalling the Mid-Autumn Festival in the past, drinking wine and admiring the moon in the osmanthus bushes, the flowers are in the wine glass, and the moon is in the wine glass. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival. Because it’s raining, I can only spend time upstairs. The wine is the same. There are clouds and rain in front of the window, but there is no moon.

I want to go up to the sky to ask, but the sky is blocked. There is no way to submit a letter. There is no moon in the painting hall, only the red candle illuminates the demon, so I can only calmly raise a glass and enjoy the song and dance.

Another Mid-Autumn Festival poem written by Xin Qiji, "Magnolia Slowness".

The preface before the poem is: "Drinking in the Mid-Autumn Festival is about to end, and people say that the predecessors' poems have poems about waiting for the moon, but there are no poems to send the moon, because they use the style of "Tianwen"."

Poor moon tonight, where are you going? Is there another world? Where can I see it? The light and shadow are to the east? The sky is wide and the sky is full of sweat, but the wind is blowing brightly to send you the Mid-Autumn Festival? Who can tie the flying mirror without roots? If Chang'e doesn't marry, who will stay? It is said that there is no reason to go through the bottom of the sea, and being in a trance makes people sad. Afraid of thousands of miles long whale, breaking through vertical and horizontal, Jade Palace and Qiong Tower.

A toad is worthy of bathing in water. How can a jade rabbit explain the ups and downs? If all the roads are intact, why are they gradually becoming like hooks? The moon is so cute tonight. It floats leisurely and goes west. Where are you going? Is there another human world over there, watching you rise from the east? Or are you out in the sky, the sky is long, and the wind is blowing to see you off? You are like a flying mirror, why don't you fall down? Who will keep Chang'e in the middle of the month if she doesn't marry? Some people say that the moon swims across the seabed, but this is also unfounded and makes people unable to understand and makes them worry. If we really go to the bottom of the sea, we are afraid that thousands of miles of whales will swim across the sea and knock down the Jade Palace and the Qiong Tower in the middle of the moon.

Besides, the Jade Toad in the middle of the moon can swim, what should the Jade Rabbit do? If everything is fine, why does the full moon turn into a hook shape again? This word is innovative in poetry about chanting the moon. Poetry critic Wang Guowei commented that in the first five sentences of this poem, "the poet imagines and directly understands the principle of the moon orbiting the earth, and is closely connected with scientists. It can be said to be spiritual enlightenment" ("Human Cihua").

Give me the best answer, thank you. 5. Leisurely verses

1. There is little vulgar rhyme, and nature loves hills and mountains. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1"

Definition: When I was young, I did not follow vulgar trends. My nature is to love nature.

2. The fragrance of rice flowers means a good harvest. Listen to the sound of frogs. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon on the West River·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road"

Interpretation: The cool evening breeze seems to carry the sound of cicadas in the distance. In the aroma of rice flowers, 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.

3. Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees. ——Wang Wei's "Jiyu Wangchuan Village Work/Autumn Return to Wangchuan Village Work"

Interpretation: A row of egrets flew across the vast flat paddy fields; the cries of orioles came from the lush woods beside the fields. Voice.

4. It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. ——Li Shen's "Two Ancient Style Songs/Two Songs of Compassion for Farmers"

Interpretation: At noon in midsummer, the sun is scorching, and farmers are still working, and beads of sweat drip into the soil.

5. The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules. ——Weng Juan's "April in the Countryside"

Definition: The hillsides and fields are lush with vegetation, and the color of the water in the rice fields complements the skylight. There is mist and rain in the sky, cuckoos are singing, and the earth is a prosperous scene.

6. The sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the morning dew and the setting sun. ——Anonymous "Long Song Xing"

Definition: The sunflowers in the garden are all lush and green, rising under the crystal dew in the sun.

7. The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflowers are sparse. ——Fan Chengda, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany·Part 2"

Definition: The plum trees on the tree have become golden, and the apricots have grown bigger and bigger; the buckwheat flowers are all white, and the rapeseed flowers look sparse. Sparse.

8. Children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons by mulberry trees. ——Fan Chengda, "Summer Pastoral Miscellany·Part 7"

Interpretation: Although children cannot plow and weave, they still learn to grow melons under the shade of the mulberry tree.

9. At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, there are few bean seedlings in the grass. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"

Interpretation: I am planting beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. The weeds in the ground are lush and the bean seedlings are sparse.

10. In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"

Definition: Get up early in the morning and go to the fields to eradicate weeds, and return home with a hoe under the moonlight at nightfall. 6. Xin Qiji wrote ancient poems about peaceful pastoral life

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The bright moon scares the magpies on the other branches, and the cicadas chirp 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.

Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are 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.

(Xiqiao No. 1: Xitou)

Translation:

The bright moonlight passed through the branches, startling the magpies on the branches, and the cool evening breeze seemed to hear distant voices. The sound of cicadas everywhere. In the aroma of rice flowers, there are sounds of frogs croaking in my ears, as if they are discussing that this year is a good year for a bumper harvest.

Light clouds floated in the sky, the twinkling stars flickered on and off, and a light rain fell in front of the mountain. The small thatched house of the past is still next to the woods of Tutu Temple. When the road turns around the source of the stream, it suddenly appears in front of you. 7. The most leisurely person (verse)

The most leisurely person - picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain. (Tao Yuanming)

The best of the poems:

The fastest boat - the apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains (Li Bai)

The most A shy person - he comes out after being called out for a long time, still half-hiding his face with his pipa (Bai Juyi)

The most sorrow - I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward (Li Yu) )

The most emaciated person - the west wind blows behind the curtain, and the person is thinner than a yellow flower (Li Qingzhao)

The most haggard person - the belt is getting wider and he does not regret it, because of Yixiao's People are haggard (Liu Yong)

The saddest person - cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raise a cup to relieve the sorrow, the sorrow will become even more sad (Li Bai)

The person with the worst eyesight - I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, but when I suddenly looked back, he was there in the dim light (Xin Qiji)

The deepest love - the water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me (Li Bai)

< p> The tallest building - dare not speak loudly, fearing the sky (Li Bai)

The largest waterfall - flying down three thousand feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling from the sky (Li Bai)

The person with the most arrogance - the emperor couldn't get on the ship, claiming that he was the Immortal of Wine (Li Bai)

The deepest snow - three feet of snow outside the city at night, crushed by a carbon car at dawn Ice track. (Bai Juyi)

The longest hair - three thousand feet of white hair, the fate is as long as a man (Li Bai)

The farthest house blown by the wind - Mao Fei crossed the river and spread On the outskirts of the river, the tall ones hang on the long forest branches (Du Fu)

The poorest lady - holding a tassel in her right hand and a basket hanging on her left arm (Bai Juyi)

The longest face ——Last year, a tear of lovesickness flowed to the cheek this year (Su Dongpo joked about Su Xiaomei)

The biggest forehead———— Before leaving the courtyard for three or five steps, the forehead was already in front of the painting hall

< p> The largest door and window - the window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a boat thousands of miles away from Dongwu

The person who has climbed the highest - can reach nearly the moon with a raised hand, and moves forward as if there are no mountains. (Li Bai)

The quietest space——Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared

The person who drinks the most——The wine enters the heart of sorrow and turns into Tears of lovesickness.

The most greedy person when it comes to drinking—he only drinks Changsha water and eats Wuchang fish.

The most untalented person - it takes three years to get two sentences, but one chant brings tears.

The thickest-skinned people will wait until the Double Ninth Festival to eat chrysanthemums.

The greatest love——three thousand favors in one body.

The strongest love - the golden wind and jade dew, once they meet, will surpass countless others in the world.

The longest love - everlasting love sometimes ends, this hatred lasts forever.

The bitterest wine——wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.

The loneliest person——raised a glass to the bright moon and made three people in the shadow.

The person who likes to drink the most————Jun Mo Xiao, who lies drunk on the battlefield, has fought several battles since ancient times.

The most leisurely person——picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain.

The bravest man——the one who makes the dragon city fly will not let Hu Ma travel to the Yin Mountain.

The most restless thing is that the garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be contained, and a red apricot comes out of the wall.

The busiest person——the sound of iron drums on the top of the city shook again, and the blood of the golden sword in the box was still wet.

The most clever one is to shoot the man first, shoot the horse first, and to capture the thief first, capture the king.

The most ambitious one——he is young and has high aspirations, yet he dares to laugh at Huang Chao for not being a husband.

The most unfortunate thing is that Yun Jiao Hua Gai wanted nothing more, but he didn't dare to stand up.

The most affectionate thing is that the silkworms will not run out until the silkworms die, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears dry up.

The most ambitious thing——the pure and turbid products in this world are all thanks to my generation’s encouragement.

The most beautiful song——This song should only exist in heaven and can be heard several times in the world. 8. What kind of poem does Xin Qiji describe the quiet and natural rural life?

"Qing Ping Le Village Dwelling" is a famous poem written by Xin Qiji, a poet in the Song Dynasty, describing rural pastoral life. The work expresses the freshness, beauty, simplicity and tranquility of the countryside. The description of the environment and the portrayal of the three sons of "Wenglao" express the poet's yearning and love for the comfortable and quiet rural life.

This poem was written when Xin Qiji was living in Daihu. . Since Xin Qiji always adhered to the political idea of ??being patriotic and resisting the Jin Dynasty, he had been ostracized and attacked by the capitulationists in power since he returned to the South at the age of 21. From the age of forty-three, he was not appointed for a long time, so he lived idle in Xinzhou (now Shangrao, Jiangxi) for twenty years. The disillusionment of his ideals made him pay more attention to rural life in seclusion and wrote a large number of leisurely and pastoral poems. This song "Qingpingle Village Residence" is one of them. 9. Xin Qiji’s classic poems

First of all, you have to understand that his lyrics are more famous than his poems.

Secondly, most of his poems deal with big issues in the direction of his family and country.

Then I will post a few poems for you:

Qinyuan Chunling Mountain Qi'an Fu, when Yanhu Lake was not built yet

Overlapping mountains and galloping west, thousands of horses circling, everyone The mountains want to go east. The rushing water is rushing down, the jumping beads are splashing backwards, the small bridge is crossing, and the bow of the moon is missing. Laohe is idle, Tianjiao is troubled, and the principal is in trouble. My house is small, outside the shadow of the dragon and snake, amid the sound of wind and rain.

There is a lot of competition to meet first. Look at the refreshing air coming towards the three peaks. He looks like a descendant of the Xie family, he is dressed upright, looks like a household in the courtyard, and rides gracefully. I feel that during this period, it is powerful, profound, elegant and healthy, just like an article written by Tai Shigong. On Xintei Road, I asked Yanhu what day it was, and it was misty and rainy.

Nian Nujiao climbed up to build the Kangxinxin Pavilion, presenting the history and leaving behind the road.

I came to pay tribute to the past, go up to the dangerous building to win, and worry about thousands of dendrobiums. Where are the tigers and dragons? Only rise and fall are everywhere.

The sun is setting outside the willows, birds are returning to the waterside, and the trees are blowing in the wind. When the sail goes west, who will spray the frost bamboo?

But I recall Anshi's romantic days, Dongshan's old age, tears falling and mourning the music of the zither. All the achievements and fame of the children have been given to them, but the chess game has only disappeared over time.

The precious mirror is hard to find, and the clouds are approaching dusk. Who can persuade the cup to be green? The wind is angry at the head of the river, and the waves are rolling over the house.

Water Dragon Yin Dengjian Kang Shangxin Pavilion

The Chu sky is thousands of miles away and the autumn is endless, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is boundless. The eyes are far away, offering sorrow and hatred, jade hairpin and snail bun.

The setting sun above the building, the sound of broken bells, the wanderers from the south of the Yangtze River. After looking at Wu Gou and photographing the entire corridor, no one understood it.

Don’t say that the sea bass is worthy of praise. When the west wind blows, will the eagle return in season? Asking for fields and houses, fearing that he should be embarrassed to see you, Liu Lang is talented.

It is a pity that the passing of time, the sorrow of wind and rain, the tree is still like this! Who is it? Call me for the red scarf and green sleeves, and find the hero's tears!

Yong Yu Le, nostalgic for the past in Guting, Bei Jingkou

Throughout the ages, there is no hero to be found, and Sun Zhong seeks a place. On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain.

Grass and trees in the setting sun, ordinary alleys, where humane slaves once lived. I remember those days when we were fierce and powerful, and we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.

Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won a hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road.

Looking back, there is a sacred crow drum under the Buddha Temple! Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?

Congratulations to the bridegroom

Geng Nakan, the partridges are singing and the cuckoos are singing! Crying to the end of spring has nowhere to go, and the bitter hatred of Fang Fei has stopped. Not yet arrived, parting in this world.

Immediately the pipa pass will be dark, the gate will be longer, and the green chariot will leave the golden gate. Look at Yanyan and send her back to my concubine.

The general’s reputation was ruined after hundreds of battles. Thousands of miles back to the river, old friends will never be seen again. The water is flowing, the wind is cold in the west, and the people's clothes are like snow.

A strong man, but his tragic song is incomplete. The singing bird still knows how to hate, but it never cries clear tears and cries blood. Who fucked me, Zui Mingyue?