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Poetry about cultural penetration

1. 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. 2. Poems about traditional culture

Traditional culture: ancient poems

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

The wind is turbulent and the hibiscus water is flowing. , the dense rain penetrated the Xili wall obliquely.

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

When I came to Baiyue Tattoo Place, my music and books still stagnated. Yixiang.

——Han Yu's "Climbing the Tower of Liuzhou and sending a message to Zhangting to seal the four states"

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently .The clouds are all dark on the wild paths, but the fire on the river boat is only bright. At dawn, I can see the red and wet place, and the flowers are heavy on the official city. - Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Night Rain"

Thousands of miles of orioles sing green, reflecting red, and the water The wind of wine flags in villages and mountains. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, 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. Where is the restaurant? 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? 3. Poems about culture

Provincial Examination of Xiangling Drums and Psaltery

Qian Qi

He is good at playing drums, clouds and harps, and often hears the spirit of the emperor's son.

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 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,

The spring mountain eyebrows are low.

Pipa Play

Bai Juyi

Qin Song

Author: Li Qi

Category: Seven-Character Ancient Poetry

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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,

Every flower blooms 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 pufferfish is about to come.

Lin Liang painted Two-Horned Eagle Song

Li Mengyang (Ming Dynasty)

Painted birds for more than a hundred years, followed by Lu Ji and Qian 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 immortal talk about his hands. 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] 4. Ancient poems about traditional Chinese culture

Ancient poems about traditional Chinese culture

"Yuan Ri" by Wang Anshi of the Northern Song Dynasty: The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the east wind brings 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 like the east wind blowing 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. Urgently looking for poems or ancient texts that describe the profoundness of Chinese culture

Who burns the smoke and disperses the vertical and horizontal ties; listens to the broken strings and breaks the three thousand obsessions.

The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is blowing lightly. Reliving old dreams, old friends have passed away.

The maple forest is dyed with fire, the beautiful pot sings to the moon, and the long song leans against the building. Year after year, in front of the flowers and under the moon, there is a statue of fragrant wine. The red lotuses are falling from the water, but the only sound is the jade chime, but the feeling remains the same.

Yuzhu once wrote about a trip to Phoenix, where no one was seen and the water flowed empty.

He smiled and destroyed himself in the passage of time.

You can still drink tea quietly and crush this scene, the fireworks of the prosperous age.

In the bustling world, the flashy life is gone in an instant.

I am not me. When you turn around and leave, it is not me in Suzhou.

A few moments of lamentation and joys and sorrows, it’s ridiculous that my destiny is not up to me but God.

As time goes by, I dream back to the edge of the winding river, watching the fireworks burst into full moonlight.

Life is like a white horse passing the knee, just suddenly. However, as long as I live, I can remember every word you say.

The fog cleared, I woke up from the dream, and I finally saw the reality, which was the silence after thousands of sails had passed.

The paper is a little worn and blurred. But every stroke and every trace seems to record thoughts that span thousands of years.

At both ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other.

Destinations come together and break up like water, carrying the world on their backs, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting.

Holding the old man, imprisoning time and space, suddenly reaching the end of the world

People can never see through the mirror, but the smoke and clouds between my fingers, the thousands of years in the world are like my blink.

Meeting and getting drunk is the front edge. The wind and rain disperse, and they drift away.

The illusion is vast, and once you meet, you will never forget it. It doesn't matter if you don't know the master, smile when you meet him.

The world is full of turmoil, and the years are rushing me as soon as I enter the world; while talking and laughing about the emperor's hegemony, I can't bear the intoxication of life.

Sing loudly when you gain, and rest when you lose. There is sorrow and hatred for a long time. There is wine today and you will be drunk today. Worry will come tomorrow.

It’s useless to think about lovesickness, but it’s pure madness to feel melancholy.

Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch from generation to generation; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed.

Just like that, the mountains and rivers will never meet again.

Human and heaven are separated from each other. How can we forget each other? How can we laugh and be startled?

If you don’t look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger.

We meet by fate, but we meet by chance. We hope to remember each other even across the world. We are lucky enough to know each other, but not lucky enough to stay together. The blue sky and the bright moon will last forever.

We met too late, fell in love too slowly, and I was in a dilemma; we were separated by fate, we were separated by fate, can we go ashore when we turn around?

The sky is getting cold, the coldness has exhausted the old world, and the vicissitudes of the world; I love to cry, it is so difficult to let go, my heart is empty, and I can’t let go; the sky is bright, and the tears have dried up, Hesitant on the pillow.

My heart is slightly moved, but my love is far away; things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is different, and the past cannot be pursued. 6. Find a famous quote or poem 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. 7. What are the poems related to "culture"

1. "Farewell to Dong Chuan"

Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Wrapping his career in a big thick cloth, his belly is There are poems and calligraphy that come from China.

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

Half an acre of 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. "Guan Shu"

Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian

The sentimental scroll is like an old friend, with joy and sorrow in the morning and dusk.

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. "Revelation to Ziyu on a Winter Night"

Song Dynasty: Lu You

The ancients left no stone unturned in their knowledge, and their skills were only accomplished when they were young and old.

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. "Reading"

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.