1. Poems about culture

Poems about culture 1. What are the poems related to "culture"

1. "Farewell to Dong Chuan"

Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

His career was wrapped in a thick cloth, and he had the spirit of poetry and calligraphy in his belly.

I hate accompanying the old scholar to cook gourd leaves, but force me to step on the locust flowers with my son.

I have nothing to do but look for a young horse, and my eyes wander around looking at the car for choosing a son-in-law.

Being proud is worthy of being praised by the secular world, and the edicts of Huang Xinshi are like crows.

Translation: In life, the body is wrapped in coarse clothes and poor cloth, but the intellectual temperament in the chest is naturally radiant. He didn't like to accompany the old Confucian and talk about the hard life of "cooking gourd leaves", so he decided to take the imperial examination with the officials.

If you don’t have money in your pocket, you won’t buy the “flower-looking” horse, but you will buy the dazzling “husband-selection car”. If I pass the exam, I can still boast to the worldly people. My name is newly written in black letters like crows on the edict.

2. "One of Two Poems with Reflections on Reading Books"

Song Dynasty: Zhu Xi

A half-acre square pond is opened, and the sky is illuminated and the clouds are shadowed** *Wandering.

Ask him how clear he is? Come for living water from a source.

Translation: The half-acre square pond opens like a mirror, crystal clear, with skylight and cloud shadows shining and floating on the water. Want to ask why the water in the pond is so clear? It is because there is an inexhaustible source that continuously delivers living water to it.

3. "Guanshu"

Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian

The sentimental scroll is like an old friend, and the joy and sorrow of each other in the morning and evening are close to each other.

There are three thousand words in front of my eyes, and there is not a speck of dust in my chest.

Living water flows everywhere, and flowers and willows bloom in the east wind.

The golden saddle and the jade are looking for a beautiful guest, but you don’t believe that there will be no spring in our house.

Translation: The scroll is like my old friend for many years. No matter in the morning or evening, I always have it with me whether I am sad or happy. After browsing countless words in front of my eyes, I no longer have any secular thoughts in my mind.

Insist on reading regularly, and fresh ideas will continue to come in and be used inexhaustibly. Study diligently, like the flowers and willows changing in the spring wind. Walking across the golden saddle, the dignitaries still sighed that it was hard to find her, and they didn't believe that there was no spring scene in my study.

4. "Winter Night Reading to Show Ziyu"

Song Dynasty: Lu You

The ancients spared no efforts in learning, and only when they were young and old did they develop their skills.

I only know that this matter needs to be carried out in detail.

Translation: The ancients spared no effort in learning. They worked hard when they were young and achieved success in old age. After all, the knowledge obtained from books is not perfect. To understand things thoroughly, you must practice it yourself.

5. "Studying"

Tang Dynasty: Pi Rixiu

What are the family assets?

Gao Zhaixiao opened the book and read only the words of the sage.

Although heroes and sages live in different worlds, they have been with each other since ancient times.

Seeing a silverfish on the desk is like an ordinary couple.

Translation: What is the property at home, that is, the room full of books. Slowly open the book in the beautiful and quiet study, wander through the sea of ??books, and have a spiritual dialogue with the sages. Although people with both ability and political integrity are not in the same era, they have always admired and admired each other since ancient times. The joy of seeing a book on the desk is better than meeting a long-lost friend.

2. Ancient poems about culture

1. Confucius deleted the poems and books, and Wang Yecan has divided them.

"Xie Lu" Han Dynasty: Cao Zhi

The heaven and earth are infinite, and the yin and yang change each other. People live in this world, and suddenly they are like dust blown by the wind.

I am willing to show my hard work and lose my strength to Mingjun. With this Wang Zuocai, he is generous and unique.

Linjie is the divine dragon, and the beast is Qilin. Even insects and beasts know virtue, let alone scholars.

Kong deleted the poems and books, and Wang Yecan has divided them. I am running along my path, and the algae is blooming.

Interpretation:

The eternal existence of heaven and earth has no end, and the yin and yang of cold and heat alternate with each other. Life in this world is extremely short, just like dust blown by the wind. I wish to use my talents and do my best to serve the wise monarch. With this ability to assist the emperor, he is extraordinary and different from the common custom. Lin Jie respects the dragon, and the beasts take the unicorn as their sect. He is just like the dragon and the unicorn, very outstanding.

After Confucius deleted the "Poems" and "Books", the king's career was already clear. I use my own literary ideas to set an example for future generations and leave a name for the ages.

2. Life is wrapped in a thick cloth, and there is poetry and calligraphy in the belly.

"Farewell to Dong Chuan" Song Dynasty: Su Shi

His career was wrapped in a rough cloth, and he had the spirit of poetry and calligraphy in his belly. I am tired of accompanying the old Confucian to cook gourd leaves, and force me to step on the locust flowers with my son.

I have nothing to do but look for a young horse, and my eyes wander around looking at the car for choosing a son-in-law. The pride is worthy of praise of the secular world, and the edicts of yellow and new wetness are like crows.

Definition:

In life, the body is wrapped in coarse clothes and poor cloth, and the intellectual temperament in the chest is naturally dazzling. He didn't like to accompany the old Confucian and talk about the hard life of "cooking gourd leaves", so he decided to take the imperial examination with the officials.

If you don’t have money in your pocket, you won’t buy the “flower-looking” horse, but you will buy the dazzling “husband-selection car”. If I pass the exam, I can still boast to the worldly people. My name is newly written in black letters like crows on the edict.

3. The two guests visited the scenic spots in the southeast and the business of thousands of poems and books, trying to make plans with you.

"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Zhou Ci Yangzhou and the Rhymes of People" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

The setting sun is covered with dust, and Hu Qi is hunting in the clear autumn. The Han family has 100,000 troops, and its fleets are towering. Who knows how to throw a whip and fly across, recalling the past when the blood-stained birds sang and the Buddha and the fox were worried about the wind and rain. Ji Zi was young and had a horse with black mink fur.

I am now old, scratching my white head, and passing through Yangzhou. When I feel tired of swimming and want to go to the river, I plant thousands of tangerines in my hands. The two guests visited the scenic spots in the southeast and the business of thousands of poems and books, trying to make plans with you. Don't shoot at the Nanshan tiger, look for the rich people.

Definition:

The setting sun is majestic, the smoke and dust of the war on the border are rising, the autumn air is crisp, and the golden soldiers are invading my territory in large numbers. Look at my majestic army of one hundred thousand bravely facing the enemy, and the warships arrayed on the river stand like tall buildings. Who said that Fu Jian's soldiers could cut off the river flow by throwing whips? Remember when Chang Dun murdered his biological father, the sounding arrows were stained with blood, and Fo Li retreated steadily in the wind and rain, and finally died in the hands of his own cronies. When I was young, I was as heroic as Su Qin, riding on a war horse and wearing a mink fur to serve the country.

Now I have nothing to do and am growing old. I scratch my gray hair and pass by this old place in Yangzhou again. I'm tired of my official career, and I really want to have fun growing oranges in the rivers and lakes. You two are both celebrities in the southeast. You have thousands of volumes of poetry and books in your chest and you have a great future. Let me try to give you some advice: Don't follow Li Guang's example of living in Nanshan and shooting tigers. It is most appropriate to become a "rich people prince".

4. There are thousands of poems and books, and one must go to ancient Yizhou to get started.

"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Sunset Ancient City Corner" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

Sunset Ancient City Corner, I urge you to stay with the wine. The road to Chang'an is far away, so what's the matter with the wind and snow? After all the golden life experience, regardless of the resentment of the people in Qinlou, I returned to Xi Shaou. Let's go on a boat tomorrow night, and we'll be separated from each other by the moon.

Famous things, not old, when will you rest? There are thousands of volumes of poems and books, and one must go to ancient Yizhou to get started. Don't learn from Ban Chao's writing, even if you are a prince thousands of miles away, you will live in a haggard Bianzhou. Where can I rely on Liu Ke, and I can climb the tower in loneliness.

Definition:

As the setting sun shines on a corner of the city wall, I hold up my wine glass and persuade you to stay. The capital is too far away from here, why do we have to wear shabby clothes and brave the hardships to get there? I'm worried that you will run out of money like Su Qin and will be complained by your wife. It's better to come back early and get close to Shaou. Tomorrow night, under the moonlight, you will take the boat away with all the sorrow of separation.

I’m afraid you won’t stop chasing fame and wealth until you get old, right? If you are well-read in poetry and literature, you should be like Yi Yin and Zhou Gong in ancient times and work hard on state affairs. Don't follow Ban Chao's example and join the army. Even if you can become a marquis thousands of miles away, you will still stay in the frontier for a long time and will not be able to come back until you are old. Where can I find someone to cling to? I'm afraid I'll be alone and lonely, writing an article about missing my hometown like "Ode to the Climbing Tower".

5. Ritual and music imprisoned Ji Dan, and poems and books bound Confucius.

"Giving Cheng to the Scholars" Tang Dynasty: Wang Ji

After a hundred years of trouble, everything will be clear. The sun sets at will, and the river flows at will.

Ritual and music imprisoned Ji Dan, and poems and books bound Confucius. It's better to sit back and relax, and get drunk every now and then to relieve your worries.

Definition:

There has been chaos and strife for a hundred years, and thousands of things have been mixed together. The sun shines with your heart, and the river lets your emotions flow. Ritual and music imprisoned Ji Dan, and poetry and calligraphy restrained Confucius. It is better to sleep on a high pillow and seek long drunkenness to eliminate depression.

3. Poems about traditional culture

Traditional culture: ancient poetry

The tall buildings in the city meet the wilderness, and the sea and sky are filled with sorrow and thoughts.

The turbulent wind stirs the hibiscus water, and the dense rain penetrates the Xili wall.

The mountains and trees cover thousands of miles of sight, and the river flows like nine ileum.

***Come to Baiyue The place of tattooing is like a hometown where music and books have been stagnant.

——Han Yu's "Climb the Liuzhou City Tower and Send to Zhangting to Connect the Four Prefectures"

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Follow the wind. Sneaking into the night, moistening things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, and the fires on the river boats are only bright. At dawn, I look at the red and wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. - Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Spring Night Rain"

Thousands of miles The orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags in Shuicun Mountain are winding. There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist and rain. - "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die. .May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. - "Qingming" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

The big strings are noisy like heavy rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The noisy strings are mixed and mixed, and the big and small beads are falling on the jade plate. - ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Pipa Parade and Preface"

Traditional Culture: Festival Category

1. "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" Alone in a foreign land, we are strangers, every festive season Love your loved ones more than ever.

2. "Qingming" It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying.

3. "Yuan Day" The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households are blinking?

4. "Yuan Eve" On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. When the moon reaches the top of the willow tree, people meet at dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.

5. "Mid-Autumn Moon" The dusk clouds have gathered away and overflowed with the cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?

4. Ancient poems about traditional Chinese culture

Ancient poems about traditional Chinese culture

"Yuan Ri" by Wang Anshi of the Northern Song Dynasty: A year old is eliminated in the sound of firecrackers, and the east wind Send warmth to Tusu.

Translation: Amidst the sound of firecrackers, we welcome the new year and bid farewell to the old year. People were drinking Tusu wine, and the spring breeze blew in their faces.

Wang Anshi of the Northern Song Dynasty wrote in "Yuan Ri": Thousands of households always replace old talismans with new peaches.

Translation: Every household put up new peach charms and took down the old ones.

BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance, phoenixes rustle, pots turn, and fish and dragons dance all night

Translation: Just as the east wind blows away thousands of trees and flowers, it also blows away fireworks and makes them fall like rain. The luxurious carriage fills the road with fragrance. The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the bright moon like a jade pot gradually set to the west, and fish, dragons, lanterns danced and laughed all night long.

Song Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi Yuanxi": On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. When the moon reaches the top of the willow tree, people meet at dusk.

Translation: During the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. The beauty meets in the moonlight, when the willow branches are on top, and after dusk.

Song Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi Yuanxi": On Yuanxi this year, the moon and the lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.

Translation: On Lantern Festival this year, the moonlight and lights are still bright. But I can't see the beauty of last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears of lovesickness.

Tang Wangwei's "Remembering Brothers from Shandong on September 9th": Being alone in a foreign land, we are strangers, and we miss our relatives even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees.

Translation: When I am alone as a guest in a foreign land, I always miss my relatives in my hometown even more every time I encounter a festive occasion. Although I am in a foreign country, I have long thought that today is the Double Ninth Festival, and brothers in my hometown have to climb high and look far away. I think when they wear dogwood, they will find that I am missing.

5. Poems about culture

1. The male is the dragon, the female is the phoenix, the dragon and the phoenix are auspicious and flying. Old people are like gingers, young people are like waves. Ginger means old people are spicy, and the waves behind push the waves ahead. Flash-Dianqinghua.com) Chinese talents emerge from generation to generation, and thousands of years of culture are passed down forever.

2. Five thousand years of wind and rain have passed down virtue from generation to generation. Drinking water from the Yellow River and standing at the mouth of the Yangtze River, I am filled with emotions. The origins of Chinese history are spread.

3. Although Mandarin exists, dialects have also been developed. How can we forget it after thousands of years of culture. It's great, it's great, it's so fun! Don't forget it!

4. The cultural sentiments of the Chinese people are passed down from generation to generation. You inherit it and I pass it on, and we carry forward the culture together.

5. The Chinese nation has many cultures. Let me talk about the language. It is said that there are many southern and northern accents, and each place uses its own. Mandarin is the lingua franca and can be spoken by all people of the ethnic group.

6. Chinese civilization has lasted for five thousand years. Modern people should not take it easy. Confucius and Mencius talked about benevolence and righteousness, Lao Zhuang was happy and carefree, Mohists practiced knight-errants, and Han Fei was a Legalist, relaxed and relaxed, capable of both civil and military skills, and studied deeply , as crazy as drunk.

7. The blue sea is Beibei’s home, the vast forest is Jingjing’s home, the blazing sacred fire is the home of joy, the green grassland is Yingying’s home, and the vast sky is Nini’s home. The five Fuwa dolls shouted in unison: China - our common home!

8. National culture originates from practice, historical records continue to show, folk basic characteristics flow from the source, the economy develops in an all-round way, culture builds national vitality, maintains the country’s peaceful reunification, integrates culture, politics and economy, and enhances strong comprehensive national strength .

9. Taoism is about pure inaction, Mohism is about love without attacking, Legalism rules the world by law, Confucianism is ethical and ethical, Han Fei is a military strategist about Taoism, the Warring States period was turbulent, hundreds of schools of thought contended, ideas flourished, and the love between heroes and sons and daughters was passed down for generations.

6. Poems related to culture

1. Describe the person: His life is wrapped in rough cloth, and he has the spirit of poetry and calligraphy in his belly. ——Su Shi——"Farewell to Dong Chuan"

2. Describe the culture of the dynasty: 1. Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" The world is as thin as gauze, who makes people ride in Beijing. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. Low paper is laid out diagonally, grass is being made leisurely, and tea is served with fine breasts under the clear window. Wear plain clothes and don't sigh in the wind and dust. It's still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival.

2. Liu Yong's "Looking at the Sea Tide" is located in the southeast, the Jiangwu metropolis, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoked willow painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, there are hundreds of thousands of homes. Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless. The city is lined with pearls, and the households are full of luxury goods. The stacked lakes are clear and beautiful, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus. The Qiang pipe clears the sky, the watermelon song fills the night, and the old lotus babies play and fish. Thousands of horses are riding high, and they are drunk, listening to flutes and drums, and admiring the haze. There will be good scenery in the future, go back to Fengchi to praise it.

3. Liu Rushi's "Yuewumu Temple" Qiantang was once an imperial state, and Wumu's tomb is on this hill. The flying flag hurts the leopard's tail, and the heavy lake wind and rain separate the head. Back then, there were barbarians riding in the palace halls, but this night the garrison towers were connected to the vast sky. Now there are rumors of fighting in the country, and Tian Heng's tomb is becoming more and more sad.

4. Liu Yuxi's "Woyi Alley" There are wild grasses and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

5. Kou Zhun's "Liu" There are apricot blossoms in the light smoke at dawn, and the deep green condenses in the evening on the flat sand. The long strip has its own romantic place, closely reflecting the Su Xiaojia in Qiantang.

6. Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" The orioles are singing in thousands of miles, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water villages. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.

7. Ancient poems about culture

1. Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" The world is as thin as gauze, who makes people ride in Beijing. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. Low paper is laid out diagonally, grass is being made leisurely, and tea is served with fine breasts under the clear window. Wear plain clothes and don't sigh in the wind and dust. It's still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival.

2. Liu Yong's "Looking at the Sea Tide" is located in the southeast, the Jiangwu metropolis, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoked willow painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, there are hundreds of thousands of homes. Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless. The city is lined with pearls, and the households are full of luxury goods. The stacked lakes are clear and beautiful, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus. The Qiang pipe clears the sky, the watermelon song fills the night, and the old lotus babies play and fish. Thousands of horses are riding high, and they are drunk, listening to flutes and drums, and admiring the haze. There will be good scenery in the future, go back to Fengchi to praise it.

3. Liu Rushi's "Yuewumu Temple" Qiantang was once an imperial state, and Wumu's tomb is on this hill. The flying flag hurts the leopard's tail, and the heavy lake wind and rain separate the head. Back then, there were barbarians riding in the palace halls, but this night the garrison towers were connected to the vast sky. Now there are rumors of fighting in the country, and Tian Heng's tomb is becoming more and more sad.

4. Liu Yuxi's "Woyi Alley" There are wild grasses and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

5. Kou Zhun's "Liu" There are apricot blossoms in the light smoke at dawn, and the deep green is condensed in the flat sand at night. The long strip has its own romantic place, closely reflecting the Su Xiaojia in Qiantang.

6. Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" The orioles are singing in thousands of miles, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water villages. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.

8. Find a famous quote or verse about culture

Be so angry that you forget to eat, you are so happy that you forget your worries, you don’t know that old age is coming...

Eat sparingly, drink water, bend your arms and rest your head on it, and enjoy it. Being rich and noble without justice is like a floating cloud to me.

Xianzai, come back! A basket of food and a ladle of drink, in a back alley, people can't bear to worry about it. Even if I return, I will not change my joy.

Xianzai, come back! It is not enough for a scholar to aspire to the Tao, but to be ashamed of those who wear bad clothes and eat badly. Wealth and honor are what people want; if they don't follow the right path, they won't get it.

Poverty and lowliness are what people hate; if you don’t follow the right path, you won’t get rid of them. If you are rich and can be sought after, even if you are a man with a whip, I will do it.

If you can’t ask for it, just do what I like. Wouldn’t it be great to have friends from far away? Think of righteousness when you see benefit, and give orders when you see danger.

Cultivation of oneself to bring respect... Cultivation of oneself to bring peace to others... Cultivation of oneself to bring peace to the people. You can support an orphan six feet away, you can send a life a hundred miles away, and you can't take it away on a big day.

A man with lofty ideals and benevolence will not harm his benevolence by seeking life, but will kill himself to achieve benevolence.

9. Poems about culture

Provincial Examination of Xiangling Drums and Psaltery

Qian Qi

Good at playing drums and playing psalms, often heard Emperor 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 of 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,

Chunshan’s 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,

all the flowers are blooming 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 puffer fish is about to come.

Lin Liang's Painting of Two-Horned Eagle Song

Li Mengyang (Ming Dynasty)

He has been painting birds for more than a hundred years, followed by Lu Ji and Bian 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 immortals love to talk with each other. 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]

10. What are the ancient poems about "carrying forward Chinese traditional culture"

1. "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" by Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty

Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.

I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.

2. Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri" of the Song Dynasty

The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.

Thousands of households always exchange old talismans for new peaches.

3. Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin·Misty and Thick Clouds Worry about the Everlasting Day"

Thick mist and thick clouds worry about the eternal day, and the auspicious brain eliminates the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night.

After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

4. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou: When will the bright moon be" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty?

Bingchen was in the Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily until the end of the day, and was very drunk. I wrote this article because I was pregnant with my son.

When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world?

Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

5. "Qingming" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.