Guqintai poems

1. On the guqin stage, it was said that the bag had been broken, but who can tell the difference between the piano! \ r \ Today's business is as good as a ghost, and all my heart is hanging in the air.

\ r \ Recall that there was a gentleman by the river last spring. I visited again today, but I didn't see my bosom friend.

\ r \ But seeing a cup of dirt breaks my heart! \ r \ nIf you're sad, you'll feel sad again, and you can't bear to shed tears. \ r \ Why come and go? There are dark clouds on the river bank.

\ r \ Asian Xi, you and I are precious, and there are not enough languages in the world. This song will never be played again, and the three-foot lyre will die for you! "\ r \ nBroken lamprey is cold, I don't want to fight anyone! \ r \ All smiles are friends, but it's hard to find a bosom friend. \ r \ nSnobbers, snobs, and gentle people, who will repeat their confidants! \ r \ Boya did not die in the clock, which will be told through the ages.

\r\n Yu Boya broke the piano to thank her bosom friend.

2. The poem about Yumenguan is 1. There are dark snow-capped mountains in Qinghai, and the lonely city looks at Yumenguan.

-"Join the Army" Don Wang Changling

2. If you want to serve your country, why should you be born in Yumenguan?

-Tang Dai Shulun, the first song.

The wind from thousands of miles is beating the battlements of Yumenguan.

-"Guan Shanyue" Don Li Bai

4. Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, and the lonely city overlooks Yumenguan.

-"Seven Military Services" Don Wang Changling

5. Yumenguan City is lonely, and the yellow sand and white grass in Wan Li are withered.

-Don Cen Can's Song of General Yumenguan Gai

6. Why should a strong brother blame Yang Liu? Spring breeze is not enough.

-"Liangzhou Ci" Don Wang Zhihuan

It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. But let Longcheng fly, not Humadu Yinshan!

Tang Dugu: Yu Guanyi had his own aura, but he didn't return to the army when he was young.

Poetry-chanting Yumenguan in Tang Dynasty: Xirong dared not cross the Tianshan Mountains, aiming at a white horse. In the middle of the night, I stopped and sat in a tent, thinking only about "Complaining for the People" born in Yumenguan: In the year of Jinjiang, I returned, and I made a horse strategy and a knife ring. In the late spring when it snows heavily, the Great Wall, a journey across the Yellow River and around Montenegro.

Guan Shanyue: The bright moon rises from the sky and is shrouded in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

"Double tune, intoxicated with the east wind": Ban Dingyuan drifted away from Guan Yu, and the Chu mausoleum withered. Reese has yellow dog sorrow, Lu Ji has Huating sigh. Zhang Jianzhi is always in trouble. I've lost my life four or five times. Therefore, I am lazy about fame and fortune.

Frontier words: the general's western expedition has not returned, and the children of Huxiang are full of Tianshan mountains. The newly planted willows are three thousand miles long, attracting the spring breeze to cross Yumen.

3. Poems about art gardens (seven poems)

[Qing] Wang Shizhen (Wang Shizhen)?

Chaihe

Long body and two gentlemen, wan and loneliness.

Triple piano music, the mountains are quiet.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the wind and spring are mixed.

Hong goose restaurant

Wild geese are rare in the cage, and their feathers are close to autumn water.

You can see that person, and you will be lost along the stream.

The man begging to write fennel flowers is Dan Li Qing.

Ruyu pavilion

You know a lot about fish, in order to learn more about fish juice.

Policy and opening up are like rivers and lakes.

When the fallen flowers come, they will disappear into the air.

Super double station

Precious table Wu Shan, happy and safe in the mountains.

This is not the same as at night.

When I want to lean on the pole, my heart is on a bird.

Xiangyue gallery

Gallery repair is not a song, but gentle and graceful.

Sweep the floor and sit and burn incense. Your mind is two secluded places.

The wind is rustling, and no one sees the bright moon.

Chuiyunfeng

Covering an area of 60,000 A, Qifeng is 72.

Cut a cloud, the tiger's teeth are red and pointed.

When Shan Yu came quietly, the clouds were flowing at hand.

Liu songxuan

A bearded man is as familiar as a sheep's shoulder when he is old.

If you don't chase peach blossoms, why not chase frost and snow?

I can't expect it. I like this vegetarian scale.

Six little immortals in the art garden

[Qing] Wang Wan

After class, Huang Ting wants to go to the Western Heaven and occasionally hoe medicine by the secluded stream.

The rain was too green and muddy last night, and the new seedlings were several feet long.

Burning incense in space all day, we should soar in the sky.

If the lovely dragon is difficult to control, it is called the red fresh man by the pool.

Nailing doors, watering flowers and weeding with bamboo is a cause.

Flying butterflies are as big as swallows and pink as chardonnay.

A small glass of wine is too strong to quit, and a child is told to cut nine lights frequently.

The cup in your hand is a flat peach pit, with a storage capacity of four or five liters.

There is autumn wind in rocky Bai Gui, and the blue sky is covered with crane smoke.

I heard that Mao Jun visited at night, and the building was in the middle of the month.

Songse spring is heard far and near, and the castle is ethereal.

I'm going to stick my body on the door wall and ask my husband for ten essays.

Four Zhuzhi Ci Poems in Yiyuan

[Qing] Wang Wan

The flowers on the pool are shining, and countless flowers are flying in the pool.

A pair of purple swallows stick to the waves, and three-inch whitebait blows the waves.

? ? Emerald is full of sand, weeping willows are weeping willows.

The good rain suddenly came, and it became bigger. The farmers were going fishing.

A few acres of clear water is the night breeze, and the entrance of Nancun Village is full of lemons.

Yuanyang flies away out of sight, but suspects in the withered lotus and broken reed.

In September, clouds are like water smoke.

There is a good willow near the painting bridge, which is a painting and calligraphy boat for farmers.

Further discussion on Jiang's artistic garden

[Qing] Wang Wan

Cutting off the west of the city, seclusion is definitely like a wild family.

The jujube on the roof is divorced from reality, and the pool is full of flowers.

Several stalls spread Chunhua stickers, and snow gulls frequently tasted Jingting tea.

Talk to you, Liu Yin is more and more inclined.

Ten Poems in the Art Garden

[Qing] Wang Wan

Nancun village

Looking at the road, it turns deeper and the edge is quiet.

The smoke pavilion comes at noon, and the bamboo trees are scattered.

A wisp of smoke, someone can make tea.

Hong goose restaurant

A high shelf drives geese one by one.

Soft lying beside sedge, the group wears apricot flowers.

Instead of learning Tancheng Village, change the word Huang Ting.

Ruyu pavilion

Blue water flows through the square pond, and you can see the quiet and interesting scenery over the windowsill.

When the lotus leaves shake without wind, you know that scales gather.

Emeralds suddenly paired up and skimmed back and forth.

Xiangcaoju

The light and wind were sent by Duran.

I don't know who I'm leaving, but beautiful women are hard-working.

Whenever you are young, you always worry about Xiao Ai.

Seagull swimming pool

Bai Niao is boundless when there is no flow of accumulated spring.

In the misty fog, the lights are as bright as snow;

There are even two mandarin ducks flying in a row.

Du Xiang bridge

Red columns and white plates are hidden in the rough waves.

There are many shady willows on both sides, and the middle stream is empty.

The village lives in Shuinan, and each step goes its own way.

Xiangyue gallery

The cloister is gentle and the night view is clear.

You are exposed in China, and the shadow is horizontal.

Gradually see the tall trees, wandering bright.

Chuiyunfeng

This peak is a wonderful cloud, originally selected from Taihu Lake.

Located on a hill, the pavilion is like a lonely devotee.

Who is the old title? Ink will erode the moss.

Liu songxuan

The small building is like an empty mountain with a clear rustle.

You are dressed in plain clothes, whistling and sitting in the forest.

The night is long and cold, but I'm still waiting for the bright moon.

Xiufo pavilion

Zhu Xun is Master Yun, and he is Master Jin.

There are scattered flowers in the room and the incense burning ceremony is clean.

Sanskrit sounds around the air, and the evidence is heard.

4. Poems about Zheng

Tang Bai Juyi

Clouds are green, flowers are beautiful and red. Eyes cut autumn waters, fingers peel onions.

Chu Yan is the gate valve and Qin Sheng is a female worker. Bright silver, pillars touching jade, exquisite.

Apes cry for the moon, and warblers sing beautifully. Move sorrow to the bottom of your hand and hate to the string.

Zhao Seqing is similar, but Hu Qin is different. Slowly bounce back to break the geese, quickly bounce back to fly to the canopy.

Frost was forced to return to the Committee and the ice spring was restored. The beads are broken, and the knife is cut to the end.

Rely on Li's spirit and be able to blend in. When you are resting, your feelings are constant, so don't think endlessly.

Under the juvenile night light, respect the former Chinese Pulsatilla. Look, I deserve it. I am not too deaf.

Evening Zheng

Tang Bai Juyi

In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings, I feel dark and low when I play the piano.

String coagulation refers to the throat stop, affectionate 10 thousand.

Li Duan listened to zheng.

Zheng Mingjin Julie, shining on the golden harp,

Trying to please Zhou Lang as much as possible, you see she deliberately dialed the wrong string.

Xiaogang is playing guzheng.

Play the piano under the north window, and the night sounds clear.

A high chord is easy to break, but a broken heart is hard to bend.

Su Shi's Guzheng

There are many performances of Divine Comedy in the building, and everyone wants to break the strings and urge them again and again.

Jiang Fei listened to the fog and rain, and the white waves tossed and turned.

Call me Shuangfengcao as an orphan of the Three Gorges.

Ensemble in pure tune, pecking at wood and flying frost trees.

Shen Yue's Ode to Zheng

Qin Zheng played a unique tune, and Yu Zhu sang clear songs.

The string is high and broken, and the sound continues with the wonderful finger.

Yan Ruyu's better understanding is to listen to the sound.

Shen Yue's Qin Zheng

Carving tung with floating brush on sleeve, promoting column lifting, astigmatism palace.

Welcome guests to sing and dance to curb the wind.

Stop the return air, stop Ryutsuki, and Shouwanchunhuan has no songs.

Graceful egrets are accompanied by poems, and the boat is at dusk.

Song of Zheng Yao is about the elements of seclusion.

On the fifth night of March, before the flowers bloom and under the moon, the fourteen strings refer to the wind.

Li Bai's Spring Journey

Beauty is the window of sunshine,

String players play the Zheng in sign language.

The spring breeze blew off the king's ears,

This song is Ascension to Heaven.