Poetry about Luoyang culture

1. Poems about Luoyang culture and wine

Poems about Luoyang culture and wine 1. The culture of poetry is even more the culture of wine Poems about wine

"Ask Liu Nineteen》Bai Juyi

The small red clay stove, the green ants newly baked wine, it is snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?

Li Bai bids farewell to Jinling Wine Shop

The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the shop with fragrance, while Wu Ji presses wine to persuade guests to reward them. The disciples of Jinling came to see each other off, and everyone drank wine whether they wanted to do it or not.

I would like to ask you, Dongliu Shui, who do you want to compare with?

Weicheng Song Wang Wei

The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and the willows are new. I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.

Liangzhou Ci by Wang Han

The luminous cup of grape wine reminds me of the pipa if I want to drink it. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?

2. Poems related to Luoyang

A playful reply to Yuan Zhen - Ouyang Xiu. The spring breeze does not reach the end of the world. In February, flowers begin to appear in the mountain city. There are still oranges on the branches under the lingering snow, and there is freezing thunder. The bamboo shoots are startling to sprout. I hear the returning geese at night and feel homesick. I am sick and feel the splendor of things in the new year. I was once a guest of Luoyang flowers. Although the wild fragrance is late, there is no need to sigh. Jia Sheng - Wang Anshi Han has a son of Luoyang. He knows right and wrong at a young age. He has discussed many things. Sighing, confident and willing to obey. If the dead can do it, who will be able to return to it today? You have to cross the East China Sea, and your clothes will be stained with tears. Climb the Snow Tower in Yingzhou - Bai Juyi. Looking at the countryside from the Snow Tower, you will see clusters of green mountains and vast expanse of water.

An envoy from the capital met at the ferry crossing and said that smoke and dust were approaching Luoyang. Looking at the Luo Bridge in the evening - Meng Jiao The ice has just formed under the Tianjin bridge, and there are no pedestrians on the roads in Luoyang. The elms and willows are sparse, and the pavilions are idle. The moon is bright and the snow on Songshan Mountain can be seen directly. Dong Jiaorao - Song Zihou. On the east road of Luoyang City, peaches and plums grow beside the road.

Flowers are opposite to each other, and leaves are corresponding to each other. The spring breeze blows from the northeast, and the flowers and leaves are hanging low.

I don’t know whose son is carrying a basket to pick mulberry trees. If you fold the branches with your delicate hands, the flowers will fall and float.

Please thank me, Shuzi. What does it mean to see damage? In the eighth and ninth months of high autumn, the white dew turns to frost. Will it drift down all year round, but how long will it last? In autumn, it falls, but in spring the moon regains its fragrance.

When the prime years pass, the joy and love will never be forgotten. I want to play this song, this song makes people sad.

Come back and drink fine wine, then go to the high hall with your harem in hand. Farewell to the Ying family - Cao Zhi. Walking up to Beimang Ban, looking at Luoyang Mountain in the distance.

How lonely is Luoyang? All the palaces are burned down. The walls are all broken, and the thorns are towering to the sky.

I don’t see the old elders, but I see the new young people. A sidestep has no way to go, and the desolate territory will no longer be a field.

A wanderer who has not returned home for a long time does not know any strangers. The middle and wild areas are desolate and deserted for thousands of miles.

Thinking of me, I am so angry that I cannot speak. It is difficult to travel on the road - Bao Zhao, a famous craftsman in Luoyang, cast it into the Jinbo Mountain, with thousands of carvings and thousands of carvings, and it is engraved with the Qin girl joining hands with the immortal.

Chengjun’s joy in the clear night is arranged in front of the bright candles in the curtain. The red color of dragon scales is on the outside, and the purple smoke of musk fen is inside.

Now that your heart has changed, you will sigh for a hundred years. Farewell Poems——Fan Yun The east and west of Luoyang city have been separated for a long time.

In the past, the snow was like flowers, but now the flowers are like snow. Traveling is Difficult - Wu Jun A tung tree on the water in Dongting was hit by frost and trapped in the waves by the strong wind.

In the past, my heart shone brightly in the daytime, but now I am lying dead in the yellow sand. A famous worker in Luoyang sighed when he saw it, and he made a pipa every moment.

The white jade guides the mind to learn from the bright moon, and the coral reflects the style of the flower. The emperor never forgets the reward, and he holds the seal of approval.

Cover up, suppress, destroy and hide Zhang Nu's bullets, and diligently promote Chu Mingguang. To a gentleman year after year, he stays far away night and day.

Weiyang's daughter abandons her singing and rushes to wipe the light-generating instrument first. Cornus officinalis and jade are used as a box to remember the dead branches of the past.

If you don’t learn from Hengshan Nanling Gui, it will still be unknown for thousands of years. Song of Mochou - Xiao Yan The water in the river flows eastward, and the daughter of Luoyang is named Mochou.

Mo Chou can weave silk at the age of thirteen, and pick mulberries on the streets of the south at the age of fourteen. She married into the Lu family at the age of fifteen and gave birth to a son named Ahou at the age of sixteen.

The osmanthus in the Lu family orchid room is the beam, and there are tulips and storax in the middle. There are twelve rows of gold hairpins on his head, and five silk shoes on his feet.

The rotten coral mirror shines brightly, and the flat-headed slave carries the shoe box. What is the hope for wealth in life? I hate marrying the king of my employer.

Looking sadly at the setting sun - Xie Tiao There is a lot of noise in the sky, but the sun is not far behind. The setting sun is still clear, and I sit upright under the east window.

The cold locust trees are gradually like bunches, and the autumn chrysanthemums are blooming. May I ask when this happens, the cool breeze embraces the cool horse.

I am a guest who has returned home injured, but I think again of those who have left home. Love, pleasure, and luck are not many, but the documents are few.

Since there is no evil government in Lang, Luoyang Society can only rest. When the envoy from Chang'an met, he sent it to Pei Shangshu - Mr. Jiang. It was rumored that Hepu Ye would fly as far as Luoyang.

The wind in the north is still neighing, but the crown in the south will not return. When I go to the clouds, I just send it off, and when I leave, the piano player plays it by himself.

The autumn leaves have lost their place, but the spring grasses are still fragrant. Taixi Guanshanyue, the wind and dust guest's clothes.

Crying Kong Kan——Bai Juyi Who in Luoyang will not die? He died and heard about Chang'an. I am a person who knows the truth, and I burst into tears when I heard it.

Serving as an assistant to the Shandong Army is a matter of righteousness. Sweeping your clothes and heading west, the road is as straight as a string.

It is difficult for everyone to do this. People say that in the Ming Dynasty, they were placed at the end of the court.

Perhaps I hope you will be able to advise me if you have something to say. Maybe if you live in Xianfu, if there is evil, you will be killed.

Xi and Zai are not in harmony, and they are idle officials without teeth. Unexpectedly, he could not stand in front of the king for a day.

The body was buried with everyone in Beimang Mountain. Life is strong in the intestines, and the direct energy returns to it.

The sage lives for the people, and his life and death hang in the sky. It is said that God does not love people, why should they be virtuous? It is said that Tianguo loves the people, why should he take away his years? In the vast universe, who holds such power? Willow branches - Bai Juyi There are four or five trees in front of Tao Ling's gate, and there are hundreds and thousands of them in Yafu camp.

It is like the second month of the Eastern Capital, and the golden branches reflect the Luoyang Bridge. Siwang Tower - Cao Ye Tower was located in the east of Luoyang and is now abandoned.

In the Qin Dynasty, there was a noble son named Jia Xu who had banquets with him every day. With the mountain behind you, you can see the shadow of the building, which should be in line with the mountain.

The sun has already risen, but there are no roosters in the city. Infinite Yanzhao girl, playing the sheng and climbing up the golden ladder.

The wind blows in the east of Luoyang, and the fragrance blows in the west of Luoyang. The young master was drunk all night long and did not hear Zigui's cry.

Farewell to Friends on a Spring Night - Chen Ziang The silver candle spits out clear smoke, and the golden statue faces the beautiful feast. When you leave the hall, you miss the piano and the harp, and when you leave, you go around the mountains and rivers.

The bright moon hangs over the tall trees, and the long river has no dawn. Going to Luoyang for a long time, in what year will this meeting take place?

Written by Cui Hao in Western Liaoning. It’s late in Yanjiao, and the lingering snow freezes in the border town. In April, the grass grows together, and the spring water grows in Liaoyang.

The Hu people are herding horses, and the Han generals are recruiting troops. The dew heavy sword is wet, the sand is empty and the golden drum sounds.

The cold clothes are gone, who will wear the spring clothes? I sent a message to the Luoyang envoy to convey the feelings of the frontier fortress. A Young Man's Journey to Weicheng - Cui Hao The pear blossoms fly in March in Luoyang, and travelers from Qin return home in memory of spring.

Walking across the southern road of Macheng with a whip raised, I met a guest from Qinchuan who met at the post office. The day before yesterday, the post envoy sent a message to Chang'an to announce the early arrival of spring.

Yan first arrived in Tangli Palace, and the flowers were blooming in the grape shop. Thinking of this will make people return earlier, and they will reach Chang'an Road in three months.

The spring on Chang'an Road is pitiful, and the wind is swaying along the riverside. The towers of ten thousand households are adjacent to the Wei River, and the Five Tombs are full of flowers and willows in Qinchuan.

Qinchuan is a prosperous place with cold food, and wanderers never see home when spring comes. Under the cockfight, Du Chen first comes together, and the sun is half-slanting on the horse-walking platform.

The imperial city of Zhangtai is called Guili, and the brothel sings in the evening. The rich and powerful family in Guili are proud of their white horses, but the young people in Wuling will not show mercy.

They came to the gold market in pairs with bullets in hand, and went to the Wei Bridge in pairs with whips fired. Weicheng Qiaotou wine is newly ripe, who will stay with the golden saddle and white horse?

Poor Jinse, Zheng and Pipa, Yutai sake is promoted. When spring comes, my wife is embarrassed and sings a song about willow flowers.

Gift of a light car————Cui Hao Returning from a long journey, traveling through the spring on a long road. The mulberry trees in Youji are beginning to grow green, and the silkworms in Luoyang are growing old.

Recalling yesterday's military field, my heart was careless when I said goodbye. The beacon fire comes from the north, and the border towns often close early.

I have rarely met each other in my life, and I have never been able to embrace each other. Today, over a glass of wine, I see you are on good terms with me.

Notes to Han Jianyi————Du Fu Today I don’t want to think about Luoyang, and I am sick in bed. The beauty Juanjuan stands across the autumn water, washing her feet in the cave and looking out at the eight wastelands.

The sun and moon are white, the maple leaves are green, the sky is red and the rain is frost. The emperors in Yujing gather in Beidou, or ride on unicorns and phoenixes.

The smoke from the Furong flag fell, and the shadow moved and the scene shook Xiaoxiang. The king of the star palace is drunk with fine wine, and the feathered people are few and far between.

It seems that the person who smelled red pine nuts yesterday may be Han Zhangliang of the Han Dynasty. In the past, I followed the Liu family to settle in Chang'an, but the curtains and curtains were not changed and the gods were seriously injured.

How dare I decide whether the country succeeds or fails? It is a pity that Zhou Nan stayed in ancient times, and the old man in Antarctica should have a long life.

Beauty.

3. Poems about wine

Poems about wine

"Ask Liu Nineteenth" by Bai Juyi

A small red clay stove, Green ants have newly baked wine. It’s late and it’s snowing. Can I have a glass of it?

Li Bai bids farewell to Jinling Wine Shop

The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the shop with fragrance, while Wu Ji presses wine to persuade guests to reward them. The disciples of Jinling came to see each other off, and they all had a cup of wine whether they wanted to do it or not.

I would like to ask you, Dongliu Shui, who do you want to compare with?

Weicheng Song Wang Wei

The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.

Xinfeng’s Master Chu Guangxi

Xinfeng’s Master is ripe with new wine, and old guests return to the old hall. The wine is full of fragrance and contains flowers from the north, and the color is full of bamboos from the south.

The clouds have dispersed, the sky is high, the autumn moon is bright, and the girl from the host's house is undressing Qin Zheng. When I got drunk, I forgot about Baling Road. I thought it was Luoyang City in my dream.

Liangzhou Ci by Wang Han

The luminous cup of grape wine reminds me of the pipa if I want to drink it. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?

Young Man's Journey by Li Bai

The young man of Wuling was in the east of the golden city, riding the spring breeze with a white horse and a silver saddle. Wherever you go after all the fallen flowers, you laugh into the orchid wine shop.

Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun at Xuanzhou Xiezhen Tower

Those who abandon me will not be able to stay in yesterday’s day; those who mess up my heart will be troubled today. The long winds send autumn geese flying thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building.

The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair. They are all full of joy, strong and full of joy, and want to go up to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more. Raise a cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow. Life is unsatisfactory in this world, and the Ming Dynasty will be ruined.

Traveling as a Guest Li Bai

Lanling fine wine and tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light. But it makes the host drunk, and the guests don't know where they are in a foreign country.

Drinking alone under the moon by Li Bai

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raise a glass to the bright moon and form three people facing each other.

The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me. For a while, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.

My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered. They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.

Playing with Cen Shen, the owner of Huamen Restaurant

The old man still sells wine in his seventies, and there are thousands of pots and hundreds of vats of flowers at the door. The elm pods along the road are still like money. Are you willing to pick them and sell them for wine?

I made a speech in the guest house when seeing Mr. Li off

It was unexpected to meet in the hotel. It was snowing at dusk and the sun was shining, waiting for the swallows to fly. The master is drunk but you are not drunk. Will you return home after a long journey in the evening?

Presented to the Eighth Guardsman Du Fu

Life without seeing each other is like participating in business. This night and what night, *** this lamp candlelight.

How long can a young man last? The hair on the temples is already gray! Visiting the old man is half a ghost, and exclaiming is hot in the intestines.

How can I know that after twenty years, I will go to the gentleman's hall again. In the past, I was not married, but my children suddenly came together.

Yiran respected his father and asked me where I came from. The questions and answers are not over, and the children are drinking wine.

The spring leeks are cut in the night rain, and the yellow beams are cooked in the morning. The host said that it was difficult to meet, and it would take ten cups in one fell swoop.

I am still not drunk even after ten cups of wine, and my feelings are deliberately long. Tomorrow, across the mountains, the world will be confused.

Zhongjing Baqiu Zhang Ji

In the past, Gao met Li Yinghuan, and the day passed by the fairy boat and drunk the blue waves. The poems fall randomly with the green grass, and the wine intestines are all driven by the width of the wine court.

Floating life is like gathering and dispersing clouds, and the past is like a faint dream. Today, when I go down to Pianfan City, I look back at the autumn wind with tears streaming down my face.

Drinking tea with Lu Chushiyu on the 9th, Jiaoran

In the monastery of Jiurishan, the chrysanthemums on the east fence are also yellow, and the lay people are too drunk, who can help the fragrance of the tea.

Cao Cao's Short Song

Singing over wine, life is just like morning dew, the passing days will be bitter

Drinking Li Bai in the mountains

Two people The flowers blooming on the drinking mountain, one cup after another.

I'm drunk and want to sleep, please go. I want to hug you tomorrow.

Singing to wine, what's life like?

I asked where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

A luminous cup of grape wine. If you want to drink Pipa, drink it immediately.

A glass of wine with a new song. Last year's weather old pavilion.

Where did you wake up tonight? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank.

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Heaven and earth both love wine, and the love of wine is not at the expense of Heaven.

Three cups lead to the road, and a fight combines nature.

But if you get the joy of wine, don’t be sober. Biography

Understand the meaning by yourself

4. Poems about wine

Ask Liu Shijiu

Bai Juyi

Green ants' newly brewed fermented wine,

Small red clay stove,

It's snowing in the evening,

I can drink a cup without it.

I urge you to drink another glass of wine. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today.

Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, and a heart of ice is in a jade pot.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle. For fun, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time

Lanling fine wine with tulips, and a jade bowl filled with amber light. But it makes the host drunk and the guests don't know where they are in a foreign country.

Singing during the day requires drinking too much

Singing to wine, what is life?

I have a purpose to drink, with the heart of a happy guest

Spending the Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, my mood is as dull as a wild monk.

Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiaochuang was given a reading lamp.

I often remember that the sun is setting in the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the excitement, I mistakenly entered the lotus flower and went deep into the river. We fought for the crossing and were startled by a group of gulls and herons.

Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I slept hard without drinking any wine left. I tried to ask the person behind the curtain, but I saw that the crabapples were still the same. Do you know, do you know, they should be green, fat, red and thin

A flower in the room A pot of wine, drinking alone without a blind date.

Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.

The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.

For the time being, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.

My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are messy.

They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.

About to drink wine

If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns;

If you don’t see it, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and the morning is like blue silk. Dusk becomes snow.

If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy. Don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.

I am born with talent and must be useful. I will come back after all the gold is gone.

Cooking Pass To enjoy slaughtering a cow, one must drink three hundred cups.

Young Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop.

A song with Jung, please sing it to my ears.

Bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.

In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.

In the old days, King Chen had a banquet, drinking and drinking, and had a lot of fun.

What does the master say about a small amount of money? It is up to you to sell it at your own discretion.

The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine.

I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.

The luminous cup of grape wine will be destroyed immediately when you want to drink the pipa. Lord Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?

The wine and meat in Zhumen stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road.

Why is Du Kang the only one who can relieve worries?

If you are not drunk with wine, everyone will get drunk on your own

When wine makes you sad, your heart will become even more sad

Come and buy all the places in the south of the city. Wine, carts and long bottles piled up in an open manner. There is a strong wind and big waves all day long, so we cannot waste people transporting wine and boats. *** Sitting on the Xijiang River, pouring the Beidou carefully, all things are guests. Poetry and wine must be drunk today, no matter how long it will take to achieve fame. Put up with the frivolous name and sing in a low voice instead of pouring wine? Where will you wake up tomorrow morning? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. The emperor couldn't get on the boat, so he said that he was a wine-drinking immortal.

Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadow.

Quatrains for the drunkards in the world.

The luminous cup of grape wine, I want to drink with the pipa immediately.

5. Ancient poems about Luoyang folk customs

Luoyang Daughter's Journey

Era: Tang Author: Wang Wei Genre: Yuefu

Luoyang My daughter, who lives across from me, has more than fifteen years of appearance.

The beloved Yule rides on a horse, and the maid holds a carp on a golden plate.

The painted pavilions and vermilion towers face each other, with red peach and green willow hanging over the eaves.

The seven-incense car was presented with a Luo curtain, and the precious fan was welcomed back to the Jiuhua tent.

The crazy husband’s wealth lies in his youth, and his arrogance and extravagance make Ji Lun.

Self-pitying jasper teaches dance personally, and does not hesitate to hold coral to others.

The dawn of the spring window extinguishes the nine micro fires, and the nine microscopic flowers fly.

After the play, when Zeng was unreasonable, he only wore incense and sat there in makeup.

The city is bustling with acquaintances, and they pass by Zhao Li's house day and night.

Who can pity the Yue girl whose face is as beautiful as jade?

Notes

Yue Nu: refers to Xi Shi before entering the palace.

Brief analysis:

This poem was written by the poet when he was sixteen years old. The "daughter" in the poem seems to be a noble lady who suddenly became famous, but her life is not happy. Apart from playing with her husband, there is only the emptiness of "making up just to sit with incense". Who is pitiful between Huansha and the Yue girl? It can be understood very differently from different angles. The theme of the poem is allegorical, but it also reveals a feeling of pity.

He Meng De Luo Zhong saw the gift of Qi Yun in early spring

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi Genre: Five Ancient Times

Everyone appreciates the beauty of spring, but you only pity the spring.

I know what spring feels like.

The candlelight reduces night leakage, and the quilt adds warmth to sleep in the morning.

The wind blows in Tianhetai, and the ground near the pond is moistened.

The flowers bloom late and are beautiful, and the orioles talk lazily and thoughtfully.

It seems as if I am surprised to be fasting for the next year, as if I am advised to be drunk in the spring.

When will we have a banquet and travel together? I hope it will be February 2nd.

6. Ask for poems about "wine"

Sorrow

"There is wine today and you will be drunk today, and you will be worried tomorrow."

"Intoxicating people are nothing more than flowers and wine, flowers are beauty and wine is sorrow"

Nostalgia

"I want to ask, why are old friends different from flowers and glasses of wine? "

"You need to indulge in alcohol when singing during the day, and you can return home with the company of youth."

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any villagers"

Friendship

< p> "The worries of middle-aged people are as thick as wine, and the subtle fragrance of young friends is always poetry."

"Love is like tea, friendship is like wine."

"I urge you to drink another glass of wine, Going out of Yangguan in the west, there is no old friend"

Joy

"There is wine today and I am drunk now, tomorrow I will be worried and tomorrow I will be worried"

"Drunk and singing about the geometry of life"< /p>

7. Talk about the verses about "Luoyang" in ancient poems

1. Where can I get the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang.

"Yingsuo" by Liu Kezhuang of the Tang Dynasty 3 The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang city, and the writer is full of ideas.

"Autumn Thoughts" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty 4 Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, and a heart of ice is in a jade pot. "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty 5 The scenery of the hanging forest is unique, and autumn is like spring in Luoyang.

"Ambition" by Wang Ji of the Tang Dynasty 6 Flowers bloom and fall for twenty days, and everyone in the city is crazy. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty 7 Peonies are the only true national beauty, and they move the capital in bloom. Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty 8 Luoyang ground vein flowers are the most suitable, and peonies are especially rare in the world.

Tang Dynasty Ouyang Xiu 9 When spring comes, the land strives for luxury, especially Luoyang gardens. Han Yu, Tang Dynasty 10 The fragrant carriage glanced at it, alarming the dust in Luoyang.

"Two Poems of Li Hua" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty 11 There is little idle land at the top of Beimang Mountain, filled with old tombs of Luoyang people. The king of the Tang Dynasty offered blessings to the Phoenix and made love. 12 The spring scenery in Luoyang is beautiful, and the talented people in Luoyang are old in a foreign country.

Tang Wei.

8. All the ancient poems about Luoyang

The fifth chapter of the poem "Going to Zhuyu Mountain in Nine Days" String 3

Living under Luoyang, I can see Songshan Mountain. Carved as a dogwood festival, emotions arise in nature. String 5

Yellow flowers are suitable for drinking wine, and Qingyue is good for climbing high.

In the Jishou Ming court, my heart is working for the world. String 9

The chrysanthemum wine carries the mountain guest, and the corne bag is the shepherd boy. I followed Da Kui in doubt on the road, and my heart seemed to be asking Hongmeng.

String 9

Nine days count the Double Ninth Festival, and the three autumns will be fulfilled. When I came to visit Ye Xuan, I went to sit in Peng Ying.

String 5

In the evening festival, there are nine people celebrating, and there are five thousand people on the mountain. I met a saint when I was drunk, and I saw an immortal in my dream.

String 1

Autumn Thoughts Zhang Ji Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want to write a book with great meaning. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to leave and open the gate again. String 7 Spring Travel Expression of Joy Li Hua The grass is luxuriant under the city of Yiyang, and the stream flows eastward and then westward. The flowers on the fragrant trees have fallen without anyone, and the birds are chirping all the way up the spring mountain. Playful Reply to Yuan Zhen Ouyang Xiu String 8 The spring breeze does not reach the end of the world, and flowers begin to appear in the mountain city in February. There are still oranges on the branches under the residual snow, and the bamboo shoots are about to sprout due to the freezing thunder. Hearing the returning geese at night increases my homesickness, and I feel the beauty of things as I enter the New Year. I was once a guest of flowers in Luoyang. Although the wild fragrance is late, there is no need to complain. String 6 Chunxing Wu Yuanheng The willows are overcast, the drizzle is clear, the remaining flowers have fallen, and the wandering orioles can be seen. The spring breeze blows the dream of hometown all night, and then chases the spring breeze to Luocheng. String 2: Climb to the ancient city of Luoyang Xu Hun String 6: The grass and millet are separated from half of the wild grass. How could the people of the past work in this city? The sound of water comes to the east and the city is changing, and the mountains rise to the north and the palace is high. The crows are noisy and dusk clouds return to the ancient battlements, and the wild geese are confused by the cold rain and descend into the empty trenches. Poor Fairy Gouling Deng, she still plays her sheng and gets drunk with peach. Wang Wei's string 9 A gifted scholar from Luoyang came to Suzhou. Guiyuan is no stranger to his hometown. String 3 The maple trees in Jiujiang are green several times, and the five lakes in Yangzhou are white. String 2 There are soldiers going down to the river from Yangzhou, and the flute is played in front of Lanling Town. Sound. String 2: The night fire people return to Fuchunguo, the autumn wind is full of cranes and the stone city. String 1: Zhou Lang and brother Lu are a couple, and they dance in front of the stream and sing white silk. String 7: A few songs are left to the little historian, and they play chess and gamble in the mountain in the thatched cottage. Yin Shu. String 8: Dressed like a foreign minister, I first count my husband's treasures at the table. String 2: I heard more about the Taiwan Pavilion and asked for three words, and I thought about the most romantic person in the distance. String: I heard that the army was collecting Henan, Hebei and Du Fu's sword. Suddenly it was said that thistles were collected. In the north, when I first heard it, my clothes were filled with tears. But seeing where his wife is worried, she writes poems and books filled with joy and joy. To sing during the day, you need to indulge in alcohol. Youth is a good companion for returning home. That is to say, it passes through Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge and then goes down to Xiangyang towards Luoyang. Furong Tower Sends Xin Jian Strings 5 ??Chen Ziang's The bright moon is hidden in the tall trees, the long river has no dawn sky, and the long road to Luoyang, in what year will this meeting happen? String 3 Zhang said "The autumn wind does not treat others, it comes to Luoyang City first" Wangwan's " "Where can I get the hometown book? Return to Luoyang", "Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only like Jiangnan old people." Wang Changling's String 3 It's cold and rainy night when I enter Wu, and I see off my guests from Chushan in the clearing day. Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other. A piece of ice is in the jade pot. I visited Yuan Shiyi and didn't meet Meng Haoran. I visited Luoyang and visited the talented scholar Jiangling. People heard that plum blossoms are so popular in spring. There are many young people in Beijing and Luo. The sword is worth a thousand gold and the clothes are beautiful and fresh. - Cao Zhi's "Famous Capital". "Fu" Walking up to Beimang Mountain, looking at Luoyang Mountain. Luoyang is so lonely! - Cao Zhi's "Farewell to the Ying Family" There is Concubine Mi in Luopu, and the light clouds are flying in the moon, and the clear light can be seen. .-Li Bai's "Eight Poems of Inspiration" The water in the river flows eastward, and the daughter of Luoyang is named Mochou. At the age of thirteen, Mochou was able to weave silk, and at the age of fourteen, she picked mulberry trees in the streets of the south. , the colorful painted boat in the south of the Yangtze River is full of orchids and grasses, and spring enters the Phoenix Tower. --Xue Huo's "Enter the Boat in Luoshui" The sound of the jade flute is flying in the spring breeze, and the willows are heard in this nocturne. Who can't forget the love of hometown? - Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night" Walking to Bei Mang Ban, hesitantly chatting and looking forward. Wanluo's prosperous imperial palace is small and large. - Zheng Shiyi's "Going to Bei Mang and Returning to Jingluo". In the midst of war, peace and joy are unknown. Now that I am back in Luoyang, I feel the bitterness of this cloud. - Wei Yingwu's "Guang De Zhong Luoyang" When will I return to Luocheng? Don't say farewell to me for the time being in the snow. Finally, the clouds fly together. - Liu Yuxi's "Drunk Answer to Lottery" The flowers and willows in Luoyang are thick at this time, and the mountains and rivers are reflected in the sky. In Tianzi County, Luoyang, the color of grass invades the official road, and the flower branches grow out of the garden wall. --Zhang Ji recalled that in the past, Dong Chaoqiu of Luoyang built a restaurant for Yu Tianjin. -Li Bai's "Reminiscing about Old Travels and Send Qiao Yuan to Join the Army" Bai Yu's family returned to the car and crossed to Tianjin. Looking at the flowers on the east road, it alarmed the people of Luoyang. Li Bai's "Luoyang Road" String 2 Du Fu's journey to the horizon. The old man returned to the sky at dusk. The river in the east is crying. There is no farming at the source of the Longyou River, and the Qiang soldiers on horseback are rushing into Bashu. The roaring waves are blowing up the trees, and the bald eagles are flying in front of them. They are sending letters to Luoyang for ten years. There is no news of the Bodhisattva's flesh and blood in Luoyang. Well, the talented man from Luoyang is old in a foreign country.

Willow darkened the embankment of King Wei, and at this moment his heart became confused. Peach blossoms in spring, green water, and mandarin ducks bathing on the water. I hate Canhui, but I don’t know how to remember you. ---Weizhuang Visited Yuan to pick up his relics but didn't meet him. Visited the talented scholar in Luoyang and became an exile in Jiangling. I heard that the plum blossoms are early, why is it so spring? In front of the spring bottle in Yulou, I was about to say my return date, but before I said anything, Chun Rong swallowed hard. Life is full of love and infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Don't renovate the song of departure, a song can teach the heart to knot. You must see all of Luoyang Flowers are the first flowers to be separated easily by the spring breeze

9. Find poems about [wine]

Chinese people love wine, and there are a lot of good works about wine in ancient Chinese poems.

I originally wanted to check online to see if anyone had compiled this, but I accidentally found a good article. It was a comment made by several netizens on a little poem by Bai Juyi. It was casual and insightful. The light talk and warmth revealed in the words are just like the artistic conception of this poem. Ask Liu Shijiu Bai Juyi Green Ant New Fermented Wine, Red Clay Small Stove, It's late and the sky is snowing, I can't drink a cup without it.

Ruyi: This is my favorite five-character poem. I think the green should be light green, tender and floating in the cup, reminding people of spring.

The red should be as solid as purple sand, revealing the red charcoal fire, which can warm the body and heart. The snow is cold, the wine is warm, and the love is hot. The extremely simple sentences describe the extremely simple scenery, but because of the love, it shows an extreme beauty, which makes people intoxicated. Where's the wine? That kind of warmth can isolate people from the desolate coldness of the world of ice and snow, and can melt the ice in people's hearts little by little.

chunfu: I read this poem when I was young, but I may have forgotten it later. I saw it again in the academy recently and liked it very much.

In my spare time, the poems and artistic conception often come out of my mind unconsciously, so I chant them repeatedly in my heart, and then there is an emotion in my heart, "Beautiful!". This feeling is originally difficult to describe. If I had to say: CHUNFU, I can only tell what I think of: the quiet, leisurely farm life, simple world customs; the feeling of returning to basics; the true meaning of life.

Life is so beautiful! The last two sentences are really the will of the human body and God, and God fulfills the wishes of man. Chen Shuanniu: This song has always been my favorite:-) The last one seems to be: How about a drink? Maybe I remembered it wrong and I can't look it up now, but don't you think the word "change" is better? Ruyi: About "You can drink a glass of nothing" Haha, my friend! But I still think it's better to use the word "can".

In the two versions in my hands, "Three Hundred Tang Poems" compiled by Hengtang Tuishi and "Three Hundred Newly Selected Tang Poems" annotated by the Classical Literature Teaching and Research Office of the Department of Chinese Literature of Wuhan University, the poem's The last sentences are all "can drink a cup of nothing", and I personally think that the word "can" is better. Compared with "geng", "neng" shows more concern and care for friends. It is snowing in the evening and the chill is chilling to the bones. "Can drink a glass of nothing", a glass of wine and a feeling of love. The mood of this question is really expressive, and if "Modern" seems to have been drinking for three times. Although he is also soliciting guests diligently, the contrast between hot and cold is much weaker, and the intention of urging friends to drink wine to ward off the cold is also much weaker, and it is not as ordinary as usual. There is not much difference in the greetings, and it cannot better highlight the affection between the two.

This is my own opinion, please correct me. Chen Shuanniu: I also have those books of yours, but unfortunately I can’t find any books with Chinese characters in them now. I guess they must have the word “neng” in them.

But I still think the word "geng" is better:-) Indeed. The word "neng" shows concern and care for friends, but it feels like soft words and a bit fake. The word "geng" is not as heroic as the word "geng", as if to say: It's going to snow heavily, why go for a walk? Have a drink Pull down! Haha, I like this atmosphere.

Sorry, I have a bad temper and am rather stubborn. I always like to be suspicious. When I was a child, I read the poem "The luminous cup of grape wine, I want to drink the pipa immediately, Lord Don't laugh when I'm drunk on the battlefield, how many people have returned from the ancient battles?", I never understood why the word "Gui" was not used instead of "Gui". The word "Huan" is better from the rhyme of the word "Gui". When you get a little older, you can feel the meaning of the word "Huan", which means returning home happily and anxiously after victory, just like "the whips are beating and the golden pedals are ringing, and we are singing triumphant songs to return." ”

Alas, after all, there is only one Du Fu! Xiao Ran: Zhou Meicheng's "The horses are slippery and the frost is thick. It's better to leave. It's just a journey with few people." The word "better" is exactly the same as this meaning, but the situation is not as high as that of Tang poetry.

"Can I have a drink?" Hearing this, he immediately wanted to drink the cup in one go.

Little Fish: "Green ants' newly fermented grains, wine, red mud small stove" is an invitation to drink... "Green ants' new fermented grains, wine, red mud small stove" is an invitation to wine, so it says "can drink" "One cup is nothing"; "Gengdin" is a word to persuade people to drink. There are some differences in the artistic conception between the two.

Why is "green ants freshly fermented wine, red clay stove" an invitation to drink? There are actually many such conversations in life. For example: "I have a 20-year-old red wine here, do you want to come over and get it?" It would be a bit awkward to say "I have a 20-year-old red wine here, come here, have another drink!"

It is about people, caring feelings and not feeling lonely. The Five Absolutes are the most difficult to do and the most difficult to understand.

It is not easy to achieve exquisiteness. To achieve a song like this one that has situation, mood, artistic conception and yet is as plain as water, it takes only a master to achieve it; and it is difficult to interpret. If there is any fallacy in the above, I think everyone can understand. Ruyi: (The sentence "red wine" is a witticism, humorous and vivid! It reminds me of two ancient invitations, which I recorded for everyone to enjoy.)

I thought of the Rain Lotus Room in the distance, with red makeup and humiliation. Drinking wine in front of flowers is the light of a sincere and approachable gentleman. What a blessing! Respectfully serve the people around you, break the blue tube and drink deeply, shake the jade pole and talk loudly.

2. The green lotus trees in the small pond are as long as the golden stems holding the jade dew. Store a large drop of dew every morning, pour a few leaves and it will fill a spoon. If you drink it cold, it can be compared to a heart-melting melon, and it can also help you to live forever.

If a guest comes, they will treat it as Phoenix tea, and how can they pass me by in one step? Our country has a long history of wine making, with a wide variety of varieties. It has been welcomed by our ancestors since the day it was produced. When people drink and praise wine, they always give the wine they drink an interesting nickname or alias.

Most of these names are derived from some allusions, or are based on the taste, color, function, function, density, brewing method, etc. of the wine. Many nicknames for wine are widely spread among the people, so Wen is often used as a synonym for wine in poetry and novels.

This is also a feature of Chinese wine culture. Huan Bo: Because wine can relieve worries and bring joy to people, it is called Huan Bo.

This nickname first appeared in "Yi Lin Kan Zhidui" written by Jiao Yanshou in the Han Dynasty. He said, "Wine is the source of joy, and it removes worries and brings joy." Since then, many people have used this as an example to compose poems and articles.

For example, Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty wrote in the fourth poem of "He Zhongliang's Spring Festival Gala": "If you are poor, you will hire Huanbo, and if you are sick, you will dare to pay for it." Also, Yuan Haowen of the Jin Dynasty wrote in the poem "Liu Yuexuan", "Three people meet by chance, and they meet Uncle Huan again; Uncle Huan belongs to him.