What catchy words are there?

-Tang Libai

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?

Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .

Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly.

Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me.

What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.

Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.

Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners

Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .

Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.

Pipa tour

-Bai Juyi

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle 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 direction of the melody and 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, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao".

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, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.

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.

There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river.

She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.

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.

Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and 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.

My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

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, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.

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 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 official. My blue sleeves are wet.

Ren Yue Song

anonymous

What's at night, what's in the middle of the boat,

What day is today? Together with the prince.

I'm ashamed. I don't deserve my humble opinion.

Confused mood can not only satisfy the prince.

There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees.

I don't know.

Bu operator

-Li Chi Ngai

I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches.

I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.

The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred.

I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.

Shangxie

Evil!

I want to know you and live a long life.

There are no tombs in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder earthquake, the summer rain and snow, the harmony between heaven and earth,

I dare break up with you!

You gave birth to me before I was born. I was old when I gave birth to you.

-Poems on the porcelain of Tongguan Kiln in Tang Dynasty

You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.

You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.

You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.

Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day.

I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.

I am far away from you, and you are far away from me.

I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.

Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass.

The Book of Songs drummed in the gale.

Drums are dull and soldiers actively use them. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone.

From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried.

Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.

Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.

Qiu Yan ci

-Yuan Haowen

Ask the world, what is love, teach life and death?

Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.

Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.

You should have a sentence: Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Muxue, who are you only looking at?

Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.

What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.

The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.

For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.

Jiangchengzi

-Su Shi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is expected that every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.

The fourth part "Li Si"

-Yuan Zhen

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

The Book of Songs, National Style and Qin Feng

Jia Jian

The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Tracing back and forth, the road is blocked and long. Swim back from it, in the middle of the water

It's been a long time, and it hasn't changed for thousands of years. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

Song of Chang Gan.

-Li Bai

one

My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.

When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.

We live together in an alley in Changgan, and we are both young and happy.

When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.

I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.

But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.

Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.

When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.

Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.

I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.

Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.

In August, two fields are hovering (yellow) in the grass of our west garden.

Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.

Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .

I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.

Secondly,

I remember in my boudoir, I don't know the smoke.

Marry a long-term cadre, and the sand will wait for the wind.

The south wind starts in May, and I want you to go to Baling.

The west wind rises in August, and I want you to carry it forward.

How about being sad? You see less and leave more.

When I arrived in Xiangtan a few days ago, my dream became more and more turbulent.

Last night, the wind was so strong that it broke the trees on the river.

Simon Simon is dark, where there are pedestrians.

Good riding clouds, Li Zhu Landong.

Yuanyang Qingpu, Yujinping.

Self-pity for more than fifteen, the color is peach blossom red.

As a businesswoman, she is worried about water and wind.

The Book of Songs

Guo Feng Nan Zhou Guan ju

Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.

Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her.

If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.

Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.

Pull shepherd's purse from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her.