What is the development process of poetry in dynasties? Write in order.

Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period-The Book of Songs

Go home after the war

Pea seedlings have been picked again, and wild peas have just emerged from the ground.

I said I would go home, but it still didn't come true by the end of the year.

This is the reason to be a family and a room.

There is no time to rest, to fight Hyun-yun.

The pea seedlings have been picked again, and the wild peas are very tender.

Said he went home, and he was depressed.

Anxiety is burning, and hunger is unbearable.

The location of the garrison cannot be fixed, and it is impossible to take the letter home.

Bean sprouts are picked again, and the stems and leaves of wild peas are getting old.

He said that he went home and went home again in October.

But the king's errand is not finished yet, and I have no leisure to enjoy this quiet and good time.

Worried and guilty, I can't do it.

Bilviho, the flower of the paddock.

Horus, gentleman car.

The troop ship started, and four horses were tall and big.

How dare you settle down? 1 3rd of the month.

Riding four horses, four horses are tall and strong.

The generals sat in the car and the soldiers were under its protection.

Four horses were trained, with bows and shark sacs decorated with Gu Xiang.

If you don't quit that day, you will be trapped.

Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere.

The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.

The road is slow and full of hunger and thirst.

I am sad in my heart, I don't know that I am sad.

Han dynasty:

Sima Xiangru-Zixu Fu

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Wei Chu at the end of Han Dynasty:

Cao Cao-"Short Songs"

Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan. Be generous, and your troubles will be unforgettable. How to solve your worries? Only Du Kang. Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. But for you, Shen (Shen) has been singing until today. A herd of deer, yo, ate mugwort in Ye Yuan. I have a group of good guests, playing the piano and playing the piano. As clear as the bright moon, when can I forget it? The troubles come from this and cannot be cut off. The weirder, the more useless. Talk about the banquet and miss the old grace. There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south. Turn around the tree three times, what branches can you rely on? The mountain is never too high, and the sea is never too deep. The duke of Zhou vomited, and the world returned to the heart.

Don:

Wu Xinyi of Wang Wei

Hibiscus flowers with sawdust [1] red calyx in the mountains [2]. There is no one in the stream [3], and they are falling in succession [4].

Li Bai's "Drinking"

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. Don't stop drinking.

Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! .

How expensive are the bells and drums? I hope I won't wake up when I'm drunk

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.

Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain

In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white beach.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.

After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.

The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .

Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.

Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..

Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.

The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.

People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.

So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.

She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.

However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

Song:

(North) Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice"

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are all over the ground, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!

(South) Xin Qiji's Broken Array

Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to cross the Great Wall, and autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!

Yuan:

Ma Zhiyuan's "Clear Sand". Qiu Si "

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water,

The ancient road is sparse and the sun sets.

Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Zhang 【 Mountain Slope Sheep 】 《 Tongguan Heart Ancient 》

The mountains are like clusters,

Waves are like anger,

Tongguan road, mountains and rivers inside and outside.

Look west,

At the same time,

Sorrow during the Qin and Han Dynasties,

Ten thousand rooms in the palace are made of mud.

Xing, the people suffer;

Death makes people suffer.

Ming:

Yang Shen's Linjiang Xianzi

The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Success or failure has turned empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red.

The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are paid in a joke.

Qing:

Ji hai's miscellaneous poems

-Qing Gong Zizhen

The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

The above authors and their poems are arranged according to historical periods.

Try to organize. . Hope to adopt!