Xiaoxiaosha is rustling, the west wind is cold, and everyone is dressed like snow. -Xin Qiji's "He Xinlang"
These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people. -Mao Zedong's "Qinyuan Spring Snow"
Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground! -Xin Qiji's "Ode to Jade Music"
Just classmates and teenagers, young, scholar spirit, Fang Qiu. Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year. -Mao Zedong's "Qinyuanchun Changsha"
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. -Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. -Su Shi's Niannujiao
My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder. -Tan Sitong's The Wall of Prison
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? -Li Bai's "Into the Wine"
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East. -Li Qingzhao's "Summer quatrains"
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. -Li Bai's "Shu Yun, Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building Farewell School Book"
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. -Li Bai, "It's hard to go"
Luffy, who was made of a horse, ran very fast. His bow was like a thunderbolt, but he forgot what happened in the king's world and won a reputation before and after his death. -Xin Qiji's "Broken Array"
I will go to Quantai to recruit Kibaki and behead Yamaraja with100000 as the standard. -Chen Yi's meiling three chapters
A famous person is a strong person, and he can't be selfish. Forget the national disaster at the risk of life, and suddenly feel life and death. -Cao Zhi's White Horse
The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. -Cao Cao's "Although the Turtle is Longevity"
Qingyun was dressed in white, holding a long arrow and shooting at Sirius. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs Dong Jun"
The old man talked about juvenile madness, pulling yellow on the left, holding pale on the right, wearing a gold hat and mink fur, riding a thousand troops on a flat post. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
After all, the world is just a small place. -Wang Bo's Ren Zhoushu of Du Shaofu
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
Almost enough. I wrote it all myself. I am tired.
Once you reach the top, you will see that other mountains are dwarfed by the sky.
The clear sky is full of cranes and clouds, and poetry attracts Bixiao.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
Qian Fan crossed the ship's rail; Ten thousand saplings grow on the dead trees. )
There is the Kingdom of Wu in the east and the State of Chu in the south, and you can see the endless drifting of heaven and earth.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
Emei Mountain is half moon and half autumn, reflected in Pingqiang River.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
The creator has endowed all the mysterious nature here with elegance, and? The day immediately enters dawn and dusk. ..
Ceng Yun, birds are flying back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
Here is the lake in August, and heaven is an air.
Fog in Yungu and Menggu enveloped Yueyang City.
The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road.
The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages.
Looking at Dongting Lake from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
The sand sea has deepened unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds and bleak Wan Li condensate.
The mighty sorrow is slanting from the sky, and the whip refers to the horizon.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
All sides are close at hand, and the sunset is closed.
I've been talking about juvenile madness, pulling yellow on the left, holding pale on the right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, and riding a thousand troops to roll flat hills.
Divide the main pipe in eight hundred miles, and fifty strings will ring across the Great Wall.
Luffy is made of horses and runs as fast as lightning.
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
How many things have gone up and down through the ages? The endless river rolled through.
The silk river with beautiful spring scenery floats between heaven and earth, like a cloud next to the jade peak, shuttling between ancient times and the present.
In the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley. The valley was full of broken boulders like pecking rice, which went down and forward with the wind.
Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The snow held the blue horse back.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
3. China's most verve poem, with 20 lines, talks about thirsting for pork and thirsting for Hun blood. -Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" is easy to wash, the west wind is cold, and the clothes are like snow. -Xin Qiji's "He Xinlang" is gone, counting romantic figures, but still looking at the present. -Mao Zedong's "Qin Yuan Chunxue" thought that year, Jin Ge was an iron horse. Scold Fang Qiu, give directions, inspire writing, and waste the land of Wan Huhou. -Mao Zedong's "Qinyuanchun Changsha" goes straight to the sky, with its peak reaching into the sky and five holy peaks on top, casting a shadow throughout China. -Li Bai's "Tianmu Mountain" dreams of climbing high, throwing stones in the air, crashing on the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow. -Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao", I laughed at myself and left two Kunlun Mountains to cheer me up. --Tan Sitong's "Into the ocean, never to return". -Li Bai's "Into the Wine" regards life as a strange man and death as a ghost hero. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. -Li Qingzhao's "Summer quatrains", on that green spring day, I started to go home, I sang loudly, and I drank heavily. -Du Fu's "The Imperial Army Recovers the Banks of the Yellow River" Autumn geese escort Changfeng, and I face them from this villa and drink my wine. -Li Bai's "Shu Yun, a Gift from Xie Tiao Tower in Xuanzhou" One day I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea. -Li Bai's "Difficult to Go to the Sky" Lu Kuaifei written by Mazuo, a bow like thunder, was surprised to be king, and became famous after his death. -Xin Qiji's "Broken Fighter" went to Taiwan to recruit old soldiers and beheaded Yamaraja under the banner of 100,000. -Chen Yi's "meiling three chapters" is compiled as a strong man, and it is not allowed to worry about itself. He died of national disaster, sudden death. Martyrs are full of courage in their twilight years. -Cao Cao's "Although the Turtle Shouts" was dressed in white, holding a pike and shooting at Sirius. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs Dong Jun" is about an old man who is crazy, holding yellow on the left and blue on the right, wearing a golden hat, riding a thousand troops and pingyi. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" is a Wan Li condensate with deep sand and dark clouds.
4. Poems with laughter or verve, lightly smiling, spiders wandering in still water from distant mountains. Say it: infinite meaning, infinite meaning, someone smiles, a heart blooms, someone smiles, many faces are depressed, and the flowers of sex are embellished. As a sad reference for a long journey. Very gentle and ethereal, you can rest if you want to talk.
17, the smoke came back, the snow fell, the lonely figure, the black cloud embroidery was rendered, and the heart that was once thought to have passed away was filled. Young people in the shade, white, long hair, smiling like flowers.
..... Autumn is all over the city, and spring has gone, and flying snow is better than flowing silver. If one day I have doubts about ghosts, please go to crimson level 9.
Xunzi turns with the rustling, and the flowing water speaks to people. At this time, when to worry, Wan Li is a gentleman.
Looking back at the depths, when I was young, the lights were dim and the teenagers were in the delicate place. He made it clear that clothes are better than snow, and he turned around and smiled back. Because it is Cambridge, drinking golden urn and laughing at him. The mountains and rivers are old, why bother dreaming of sadness! Drink to drown one's sorrows.
The shadows of trees under the moon are full of tears. The shadow is gone, the sky is better than snow, there is no turning back but hope, and the dream is still awake.
In the past four years, the countryside is a mixed bag of fish and dragons. The new construction site in Fan Chengda has a flat mud mirror, and every family plays rice, while first frost is sunny. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
William Wang luminous glass wine, if you want to drink pipa, you should urge it immediately. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times? Traveling in Shanxi Village, Lu You doesn't laugh at farmers' wine. In good years, you can raise enough chickens and dolphins.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
From now on, if you take the moon leisurely, the staff will knock on the door all night. Nian Nujiao. Nostalgia in Chibi Su Shi's "One River does not return, the waves are exhausted".
Romantic figures through the ages. To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
Rocks and clouds are falling, waves are hitting the shore and thousands of piles of snow are being rolled up. As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time! Think back to Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao just got married, he was handsome, holding a feather fan and wearing a black silk scarf. He talked and laughed, and it's all over.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Things are like a dream, a bottle or a month.
Back to my hometown, write about why I left home when I was young, and the local accent did not change. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Pipa, Bai Juyi, I see the guests off, I swim by Xunyang River at night, and the maple leaves and rushes whisper in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned and bent her fingers, then started her music and talked about endless things in your heart.
Take your time, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach.
By checking its cold touch, the string seems to be broken, which makes us never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. Put it on the strings thoughtfully, straighten clothes and gather customers.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
My brother joined the army and my aunt died. Night after night passed and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. Go to Jiangkou to watch the boat in the air, and the moon sails around the boat in cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. I live in a small town near the river, which is low and humid. Huang Lu bitter bamboo is born around the house.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, which are hard to hear. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
Send Cui Jiu, Pei Di, and although you think that you want to return to this maze of mountains, you must try your best to laugh. Instead of learning from Wu Lingren described by Tao Yuanming, he stayed in the Peach Blossom Garden for a few days and then hurried out of the mountain.
Wei, we used to be partners in Jianghan, and we were drunk as soon as we met, and we were old friends of Sichuan. Since we left each other, we drifted like clouds, and ten years passed like running water, until we finally got together again.
We talked and laughed, just like before, except that the hair on our heads is a little gray now. Then, why not come together, and all of us will sail along the Huaihe River facing the autumn mountain? .
On the 9th, Qishan boarded the top of Dumu River, and Han Qiuying flew first, and the guests followed the pot. Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset. After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?
Ma Shangyin, an international student, is on the verge of death. When they heard the guards guarding them, they fought swords at night, and there were no more chickens in the palace.
The Sixth Army has agreed that they will all be stationed in Malaysia. On the old Qixi Festival, we also laughed at the Weaver Girl. How did I spend the fourth period? I was an emperor, but not a son-in-law. I was with Mochow at night.
A generation of the whole city chased the waves, and Wu Gongkong recalled his son's family. The effect is not to laugh at the women in the east village, but to wear yarn by the white stream.
In summer, boarding a bus and building a pavilion, Cai Que screens a carnation square bed, and in the afternoon, the book thrower is tired of dreaming for a long time. When I was sleeping, I laughed alone, and several fishing flutes were in the blue waves.
-Li Jiayou, the proud official of the bamboo building, laughed for five days, and Xijiang took bamboo to build a tall building. The fresh breeze of the south wind naturally comes, not the Pukui mountain fan, but the man in the hat on the gull, sleeping leisurely.
Qingming Huang Tingjian Festival Qingming Taoli smiles, and Noda wasteland is only sad. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
There are many tombs in the south and north of Gaozhu in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but Tomb-Sweeping Day is different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns. As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
Cao Xueqin, Fairy of Linjiang, dancing in front of Baiyun Hall in spring, Kochinda Volume. Bees swarmed around butterflies, and how many times did they disappear with the water? Is it necessary to appoint Chen Fang? Never change, let him get together and let him leave.
Laughter has no roots in youth: good wind, with its power, sends me to Qingyun. Fisherman Zhangzuo Creek Bay is the home of a fisherman and a grasshopper.
Snow on the river, wind blowing on my face, wearing clothes with a smile. Li Xun, son of Nanxiang, crossed the lotus pond by float boat. He began to sleep with Yuanyang by singing, and the girls hugged and laughed with flowers, vying for grace and scrambling to fold the fields to cover the night photos.
Du Fu recalled that he was a child when he was fifteen, and he was as healthy as a yellow calf. Pears and dates ripen in August before the court.
5. China's most verve poems 20 groups of Dapeng rose with the wind one day and soared in the ninth Wan Li. (Tang Libai, Li Yong)
Kunpeng hit the water for 3,000 miles and trained a long drive of 100,000 people. (Su Shi urges the examiner to test the drama)
We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. (Tang Li Bai Xuan Zhou Xie farewell school Shu.)
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time? (Tang Libai Nanling children go to Beijing)
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. (Tang Libai will enter the wine)
Although my body has not changed, how can I punish my heart? (Qu Sao)
Xing Han put pen to paper, shook the five mountains, and the poem became a smile. (Tang Libai sings on the river)
Thousands of miles, empty flags, rivers of wine, poems. (Su Shi's Red Cliff Fu)
Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age. (Li Bai can't walk through the channel)
Put pen to paper shocks the wind and rain, and poetry becomes tears. (Don Du Fu sent this book "Twelve Whites and Twenty")
After the life of your generation has all turned to dust, nothing will hurt the torrent flowing to the endless river. (Du Fu's plays in Tang Dynasty are six quatrains)
Good wind, with its power, sent me to Qingyun. (Xue Baochai's catkin)
Have the heart to sweep the world, including the whole world, including the meaning of the four seas, and annex the eight famine. (Jia Yi's Qin Lun)
The body is dead, the spirit will never die, and your soul is the ghost of a hero! (Qu Yuan's national mourning)
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. (Night in Du Fu's Pavilion)
Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat? (Xin Qiji's "Yong Yu Le Jing Kou Gu Bei Ting Nostalgia")
I also called myself! I've been looking for books for a long time!
6. Poems describing boldness will stay in Qiu Lai until September 8th, when I will be in full bloom. Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
In the temple of the first king of Shu
Yuxi Liu Tang
Even in this world, the heroic spirit will exist and rule for thousands of years!
After the founding of the People's Republic of China and the three kingdoms of Wu and Wei, the restoration of five baht coins was aimed at revitalizing the Han Dynasty.
Andrew Bynum and Zhuge Liang created the foundation of the prime minister, but unfortunately his son is not the sage of his father.
The worst is the song and dance in Shu Palace, and there is no shame in singing and dancing.
Quatrain
Song Qingzhao
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
Man Jiang Hong
Song Yuefei
Angry hair rushes to the crown, leans against the aperture, and rests in the rain.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.