Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years.
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed.
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.
In the bleak place of Bashan, Chu Shui lived in seclusion for twenty-three years. I can only play the flute and write poems. I'm disappointed. Things will be different when I come back. I am like a rotten person, sinking my boat and competing for Qian Fan; Before the sick tree, every spring. Listen to your singing today and borrow a glass of wine to cheer up for a while.
2. "The Japanese on the Yellow Sea ship ask for sentences and look at the map of the Russo-Japanese war."
Qing Dynasty: Qiu Jin
Wan Li returns to the clouds, and the East China Sea carries spring thunder alone.
Endure to see the picture change color, and be willing to let Jiangshan pay the price for it.
Turbid wine does not quench the tears of worrying about the country, and we should strive for talents when saving.
Ping shi ten thousand heads of blood, also want to save Li Kun.
I have walked thousands of miles, as if I were walking in the clouds. I went and came back. I took the rolling spring thunder and crossed the East China Sea alone. I really can't bear to see the map of my motherland become the territory of other countries. Even if the splendid mountains and rivers turn into eternal fly ash, so be it.
Turbid bad wine, where can you dispel the tears shed by worrying about the country and the people? Saving the country depends on everyone's collective efforts. Even if hundreds of soldiers fight and bleed, we will let this upside-down Gankun fight on and save it back on track.
3. Reading on a Winter Night.
Song dynasty: Lu you
The ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old.
What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.
The ancients spared no effort in their studies, and often achieved nothing when they were old. After all, the knowledge gained from books is not perfect. If you want to understand the truth deeply, you must practice it yourself.
4. "It's hard for me to go"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Jinbei famous wine, per barrel 1000 yuan; The exquisite dishes in the jade plate are worth 10 thousand yuan. I feel depressed in my chest. You can't eat without drinking. Draw your sword and look around, my heart is really at a loss. Want to cross the Yellow River, ice and snow blocked the river; If you want to climb Taihang Mountain, the vast snow has already closed the mountain.
Like Lushang Yuxi, waiting for a comeback; Like Yi Yin's dream, he passed by the Japanese side by boat. How difficult it is to travel in the world, how difficult it is; With so many roads in front of me, should I go from north to south? I believe that one day, I can ride the wind and waves; Hang Yun Fan high and move forward in the sea!
5. At Helen's cabin
Tang Dynasty: Wang Zhihuan
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
The sunset slowly sinks beside the western hills, and the Yellow River rushes to the East China Sea. If you want to see the scenery of Wan Li, you must climb a higher tower.
2. Poems about Missing Think about the moonlit night before Li Bai's bed in could there have been a frost already?.
Look up at the moon, bow your head and miss your hometown. I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains. Wang Wei is a stranger and misses his relatives every holiday.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind. He wanted to find a writer to write a book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. -Autumn wind attracts you.-Where did Liu Yuxi get the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first. —— Sauvignon Blanc takes a trip to Nalanxingde Mountain, walks in the water, walks towards Guan Yu, and lights are everywhere at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. Patio sand Qiu Si withered vines old trees faint, small bridges flowing people, ancient roads west wind thin horses.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Xue Daoheng has only been in spring for seven days, and I have been away from home for two years.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. The rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep.
In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Watching clouds cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops.
How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano. Cold food is right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel.
The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain. Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing.
How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing. On the banks of the river, Tang and Du Xunhe, holding horses, miss their hometown step by step.
Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound. Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun.
The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming. Farewell to friends in the river, go south to the place where Zhang Qiao in the Tang Dynasty accumulated homesickness, and the world gathered in turmoil.
The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn. Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat.
When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone. Homesickness, as a Tang Buxie and a traveler from the north, has never answered the letter from Yunnan.
If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door. Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.
Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains. In winter, Shan Ye is homesick, and the Tang, Zhou and Tian began to be neat, with high clouds and clear colors.
Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains. Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling. Yunmeng ancient city sees the ruins of Tang Rongyu's old country in autumn, and wants to visit the ancient city when you board it.
Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain. Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn.
When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness. In addition to staying up all night, Don Hotel's cold light stayed up all night alone, and the customer turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, flowers on the left and teacups on the right.
Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? The river village outside homesickness is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Looking from a distance, Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty is full of sad winter scenery and harmony, and there are many mangrove temples in one mountain. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
And Sanxiang poetry Tang Gaoqu Qian Shan Wanshan north and south, Che Xuan who does not miss home. Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums.
Homesick Tang Emei Mountain is like oil, pity me not to sail. When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.
1 Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back. I suddenly remembered a stranger from home. Every holiday season, I miss my relatives for three months, and the wind and fire last for three months. A letter from home is worth a ton of gold, a dead vine, an old tree, a faint crow, a small bridge and a thin horse, but I look to my hometown, and the twilight is getting dark, and the mist of sadness on the river waves brings you a touch of home, rowing your boat for three hundred miles and seven drinks, turning it into homesick tears. We watch the bright moon celebrate our tears, for the sake of heart, in five places, all the sick wishes. 9. Turbid wine makes our home thousands of miles away, and Guanqiang has a long frost all over the ground. How can I cut west? Tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He zhang's" hometown couplet ") 3. The spine of the book is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River") 4. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") 5. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng's Homecoming) 6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao's Journey to the North) 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? But when it was sunny in spring, farmers didn't have to plow their fields. There is rain in the vernal equinox and rice in the altar.
Clear and sunny, cotton is not worth the price. The Riverside Map on Qingming Festival in Gu Mi is worthless.
The moon is bright, and Gu Mi is Man Cang. There is no moon in Qingming, and Bangtian can't be planted.
It is a good year to have rain in Duanyang. The Mid-Autumn Festival will rain without Koharu.
The first frost was windy and rainy, and the wheat harvest was remarkable. It rained in Da Chun on the fifteenth day of the first month.
It snowed lightly and will be dry in May next year. Birds sing in June, and there is no shortage of mountains.
There are rain valleys in beginning of autumn, but there are no rain valleys in beginning of autumn. It should be dark all around the New Year's Day, and heavy snow is a dry year.
But when it was sunny in spring, it was easy for farmers to plow their fields. I was shocked to hear that Remy was like mud and it rained at the vernal equinox.
The east wind hurts less in long summer. It is a good year to have rain in Duanyang, and it is a good year to hear thunder.
The summer solstice wind blows from the west and boils in the melon and vegetable garden. There are many crops in the grain field when it is hot in the dog days.
The first day is snowy and sunny, and Chongyang in winter is also sunny. It should be dark all around the New Year's Day, and heavy snow is a dry year.
But when it was sunny in spring, it was easy for farmers to plow their fields. I was shocked to hear that Remy was like mud and it rained at the vernal equinox.
The east wind hurts less in long summer. It is a good year to have rain in Duanyang, and it is a good year to hear thunder.
The summer solstice wind blows from the west and boils in the melon and vegetable garden. There are many crops in the grain field when it is hot in the dog days.
The first day is snowy and sunny, and Chongyang in winter is also sunny. There is a hook cloud in the sky, and there will be rain on the ground.
It will rain when the sand rolls down. It's sunny on rainy days, but it's not sunny on the top of the mountain.
If it rains for a long time, it will clear up for a long time, and if it rains for a long time, it will rain for a long time. Thunder rumbles, but the rain is not fierce.
The salt pot is wet. It's going to rain. Butterflies pour water, and then it will rain.
3. What are the poems about "thoughts"?
1. "People Fang Ting see people but not see them"
Year: Yuan Author: Ma Yu
Seeing people make mistakes touches my heart. How can I not be sad if I give it? Thought is like an arm, but it is fragrant at the top. It is a great sacrifice to throw a cliff to feed the tiger. There are some wonderful ideas, especially Jiaxiang. Meditation Ding, knowing the true fire in his heart, went down to the kidney hall. Kidney hydrates qi and gasifies red paste. Often smoked four big, it will be exquisite jingle. Bright, I'm going back to Pengzhuang with the cloud.
2. "Yu Meiren Xiaoying cried and disfigured and dreamed."
Year: Tang Author: Gu Kui
Xiaoying cries and dreams, and the curtain rolls golden mud phoenix. I'm still awake in my first makeup,
Cui Qiao leaned against the cloud screen and turned to have a graceful demeanour.
The sandalwood painting invades the peach surface, and Luo Mei gathers it lightly. Rituals are hard to find,
The green grass is full of shade and negative.
Touch the curtain to send Jingyang bell, Yuanyang embroidery. Xiao Wei's first volume is cold and thick.
Cui Yun's makeup looks good and her mind is careless.
Get up and have no language to make up, and the mirror of the treasure box condenses. The green lotus leans against the pond,
Dew pillow, lotus fragrance, hate melodious.
Jade screen covered with pearl foil, silk rain cage pool pavilion. The dew is sticky and fragrant with red lotus root.
Xie Niang is extremely charming and not crazy, so she goes to make up.
Kim? The smoke is thin, and there are clouds on the pillow. Light eyebrows and light sandalwood,
In the old love, I was shocked by my dreams and regretted my feelings.
The screen window of Biwutong is late and the flowers are lazy. The small screen bends over the green hills,
The jade furnace is cold, and two moths throw themselves into the fire.
Crazy and young, leaving, loneliness and negativity in spring. Hong-mei Luo painted with tears,
The soul pin is speechless and leaning against the boudoir door.
The boudoir is tired of thinking about spring and hates spring. The oriole changed from charming to beautiful,
Apricot branches are picturesque, leaning against the light smoke to lock the window.
3. Working on the river in late autumn
Year: Tang author:
Wan Li is poor in autumn, and depression turns to glory. Birds are scattered in the misty mountain, and the wind and rain temple belongs to the gods.
The ground is far away and the shadow of the geese is thin. Like anvil and pestle, you think about cold clothes.
4. "The dead Hua Lian is annoyed and infatuated."
Year: Song Author: Zhao Lingzhi
Irritated and infatuated. If you don't look, your heart will break. No matter what you say. Lan Fang reached heaven in one step. Forget to sleep and eat. You don't have to rely on fish and geese. On the tender instructions in secret writing. Spring is a mess.
5. Drum flute slow/water dragon
Year: Song Author: Qin Guan
In the chaotic flowers, I once joined hands, poor and beautiful, and I was fascinated. Up to now, who has locked the carved saddle to prevent tourists from coming and going? Good dreams follow the spring, and the past is unbearable. It's hard to miss that sweet lady and feel empty and melancholy. Night ChanJuan not full, sigh jade floor, when to reply? Comparable to Wan Li, but found again, pointing to Yangguan solo. I hate Dongliushui, Taoyuan Road, and I want to return to my sculls. Who are you fighting for? Ask Ding Ning in detail, how am I doing now?
6. Magnolia/Yulouchun
Year: Song Author: Yan Shu
Lou Yu Zhuge Hengjinsuo. Cold food is clear, and spring is about to break. The slanting moon outside the window seems to contain melancholy eyebrows, and the falling flowers outside the curtain are like a teardrop. Gathering in the clouds is really nothing. How many people can look at a hundred years old? Since the thought of parting can eliminate the sadness of parting, the result is still a thousand turns of missing.
7. Be strict and loyal in Zhou Zhounan Pool.
Year: Tang author:
Treat each other for a day in the pool, and you will know that you have not returned. Teach the willow leaves to grow and let the pear blossom.
The horse is gone and Pisces is empty. I don't know what I think, so I'm alone on the boat.
8. Jing Lie
Year: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Cao Cao
Sudden syncope,
The pottery made has an end.
There is an end.
Sages can't avoid customs, so why bother?
I am willing to drive the dragon to think of Kunlun.
I thought Kunlun decided.
See the period in the strange, and aim at Penglai.
Aim for Penglai.
When Zhou Lisheng falls, he will take a grave with him.
With graves and mounds.
Who can live in Tao Tao? A gentleman worries and worries.
The end of the year, nothing to do.
9. "Linjiang Xian, convinced to swallow seven brilliant"
Year: Yuan Author: Mu Changchao
Take it orally, swallow seven chardonnays and remember three cars. Flying water scatters famous flowers. Zhang Qin was typing and chanting, thinking about clouds. Why should foreign affairs be done at home? Your skill has no credit. Rao Jun is a blessing, waiting for the river sand. I don't know Xuanzang, so I am isolated from the world.
4. Poems about thoughts 1. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers persist, trees and grass turn green again, petals flow down like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows after three months of war, but a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins.
2. The cold light in the hotel stays awake alone.
What makes the guests feel sad?
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts.
First frost will have another year. Except working at night [Don]
3. A loving mother sings
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
4. The Pennsylvania Guest House has been frosted ten times.
I remember Xianyang day and night.
Change dry mulberry water for no reason,
I hope Bingzhou is my hometown.
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle,
A wild goose sings in autumn.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,
How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,
What does life without you mean to me? .
But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,
What can I expect during the war? . (Du Fu: Remembering brothers on a moonlit night)
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Now, near my village, I meet people, the winner of the third Spring Festival.
I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
5. Poems describing thoughts If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, there is a piece of ice in the jade pot. -Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn"
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. -Wang Changling's "Two Embankments"
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. -Li Chi Ngai's operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. -What's the couplet of two hometowns, the first part?
My feelings for books are like friends for many years, and there will always be sadness or joy in the morning and evening. -Yu Qian "Reading"
Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei. -Wang Ji's Wild Hope
Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good"
Long and spacious, longing for home. -Zhang Jiuling's "Xijiang Night Walk"
The infinite beauty of the mountains and rivers, tears streaming down her face, who dares to say that the sky is high and broad? I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown. -Xia Wanchun's "Another Cloud"
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night. -Li Yi's "Listening to the flute at night on the wall of the township"
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. -Wen, "Doing Good at the Beginning"
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ...-Du Fu's Pavilion Night
Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. -What's "Two Hometown Couplets"
This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home? -Du Fu's Two Poems
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. -Gao Shi "Night Shift"