Poems about grinding 1. The famous ancient poems about grinding ink

come from Su Shi's "The Second Rhyme Answers Professor Shu's Collected Ink"

Wang Huiji laughed at different times, and the wild goose stung the knife a few times.

in my twilight years, I got Yu Anxi, and I was tired of writing six papers about my family chicken.

The second son is very popular in the contemporary era, and Gu competes with children for happiness.

the king of Qin has become a dragonfly since he was eighteen, and he likes to compare snakes with worms later.

I don't care if I'm born with Pepsi, but people mistakenly say that cloud works here.

there is no obsession in the world, and leaning over is especially despicable.

life is a matter of a few times, and you are willing to start with something small.

this ink has been used for 3 years, but it is afraid of wind and frost invading the teeth.

if you don't grind people, you should be ashamed before you run out of bottles.

when you die, you will return to your old country, and several acres of wasteland will be mowed down by yourself.

Write a book and send it to Jun Jun. Don't laugh, but find birds and plums.

a screw of paint is enough, so you can't burn a stove loose.

You don't see the dragon and musk deer in Yongning No.1, and the houses are quiet and beautiful.

I feel dizzy, and even my eyebrows are beautiful and the mountains are floating, and the two crows draw a fragrant cloud on my temples.

when I heard that five hooves gave me moth green, I would not hesitate to ask for otter marrow.

Wen Jun's poem should be laughed at, and cold inkstone ice in the cold window gives birth to water.

2. Poems about new things

On the side of the sinking boat, Qian Fan passes, and in front of the sick tree, Wan Muchun. —— Don Liu Yuxi's "Rewarding Lotte at Yangzhou's First Meeting"

[Interpretation] There are tens of millions of boats passing by the sunken ship, and thousands of green trees are thriving in front of the dead tree. In the second year of Baoli in Tang Jingzong (AD 826), Liu Yuxi and Bai Juyi were there. Liu Yuxi wrote a poem to answer the grievances of being demoted for twenty-three years. Although he lamented his misfortune and buried his life, he compared himself to "sinking a boat" and "sick tree". But it's quite philosophical. What I see is Qian Fan's competitive development, and I don't feel depressed. The poem is vivid in image and novel in metaphor, which contains a natural law of metabolism. It is still commonly used to explain the declining things, so let it decline; New things will definitely replace old things. Qian Fan said: There are many ships coming and going. Wan Muchun: Wanmu is full of vitality and prosperity. The desert is solitary and straight, and the long river sets the yen-Tang Wangwei's "Make it to the top"

[Interpretation] In the boundless desert, a wisp of lonely wolf smoke rises upright; On the long Yellow River, the setting sun is reflected, red and round. The poem makes the strange scenery outside the Great Wall open and bright, and the momentum is magnificent, as if in front of you. The words "straight" and "round" are vivid, which not only accurately describe the desert scene, Moreover, it skillfully shows the poet's cordial feelings. The poet melts his lonely feelings of going to the border alone into the description of the natural landscape. In modern times, Wang Guowei called these two poems "spectacular through the ages". Desert: desert. Solitary smoke refers to wolf smoke. The smoke burning wolf dung is straight and not scattered, which is easy to see. It was used as a military alarm in ancient times. Straight: the solitary smoke is high but not scattered. Long river: refers to the Yellow River. They are tall once more in the spring wind.

—— Tang Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grasses

[Interpretation] The plains are full of lush weeds, which wither in autumn and flourish in spring every year. How can a ruthless wildfire burn out, and the warm spring breeze makes it sprout and breed? The first two sentences write the natural law that weeds wither and flourish, and the last two sentences write the concrete image of weeds, which enthusiastically praises weeds despite being destroyed. Tough and tenacious vitality. Now it is often compared that the revolutionary force can't be stopped and stifled. This poem was written by Bai Juyi when he was sixteen. Legend has it that he later went from Jiangnan to Chang 'an, the capital of Beijing, to take the imperial examination. When he saw that his surname was Bai Juyi, Gu Kuang said, "Chang 'an is expensive, but it is not easy to live in a big place." Then read the first article of the poem, "Giving ancient grass a farewell." The old man foreword the ear of the play. "Therefore, he publicized for him and praised his talents, so Bai Juyi gained great fame. Divorce: describes the dense and prosperous appearance of spring grass. Withering and glory: once a year, autumn withers and spring flourishes.

3. Poems containing rouge and gouache

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it's heartless and thoughtful to leave home and go by the road.

it hurts the soft intestine, makes you sleepy, and makes you want to open and close.

The dream followed the wind in Wan Li, looking for somewhere to go, and was awakened by the warbler.

I don't hate this flower flying away, I hate the West Garden, and it's hard to compose it.

after the dawn rain, where is the trace? Drift into the pool into a pool of duckweed.

spring is divided into three parts, dust is divided into two parts, and water is divided into two parts.

in detail, it seems that it is not a flower, but a little bit is a tear.

Wang Wei's Xi Shi Yong

since beauty is honoured all over the Empire, how could Xi Shi remain humbly at home??

washing clothes at dawn by a southern lake, and that evening a great lady in a palace of the north:.

lowly one day, no different from the others, the next day exalted, everyone praising her..

no more would her own hands powder her face, don't dress yourself up.

You're favored and arrogant, blinding him away from wisdom..

girls who had once washed silk beside her, were kept at a distance from her chariot..

and none of the girls in her neighbours' houses,by pursing their brows could copy her beauty Du Fu's Beauty

who is lovelier than she?, yet she lives alone in an empty valley.

she tells me she came from a good family, which is humbled now into the dust.

Guanzhong was defeated in the past, and her brothers and close kin were killed.

what use were their high offices? Not even shielding their own lives?.

the world has but scorn for adversity, hope goes out, like the light of a candle.

her husband, with a vagrant heart, seeks a new face like a new piece of jade.

and when morning-glories furl at night, and mandarin-ducks lie side by side.

all he can see is the smile of the new love, while the old love weeps unheard?

the brook was pure in its mountain source, but away from the mountain its waters darken.

waiting for her maid to come from selling pearls, for straw to cover the roof again.

she picks a few flowers, no longer for her hair, and lets pine-needles fall through her fingers.

and, forgetting her thin silk sleeve and the cold, she leans in the sunset by a tall bamboo.