Ancient narrative lyric poetry

golden

-Don Li Shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.

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.

Qiufengqing

—— Tang Libai

The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright.

When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.

Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.

ballad

Shihao official

-Tang Du Fu

At dusk, officials arrested people at night. The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch. No matter how angry an official is, why do women cry? After listening to the woman, three men guarded Ye. One man attached a book, and two men died. Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead. There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson. And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. Although an old woman is weak, please come back at night. If you are in a hurry to serve Shirley in the river and Yang, you might as well prepare the meal in the morning. The night is long and silent, like crying and choking. Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.

Mulan's ballads

-Southern and Northern Dynasties

Chatting, Mulan is knitting at home. I don't smell the loom, only the woman's sigh. Ask a woman what she thinks and what she remembers. Women have nothing to think about, and women have nothing to remember. Last night, I saw the military post, and Khan ordered more soldiers. The military books have 12 volumes, all with the names of lords. Grandpa has no eldest son, Mulan has no big brother, and she is willing to be a pommel horse, so she will sign for him from now on. Buy horses in the east, saddles in the west, reins in the south and whip in the north. Say goodbye to parents and stay by the Yellow River at dusk. I didn't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I heard the Yellow River splashing. Say goodbye to the Yellow River and go to Montenegro at dusk. I can't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I hear Yanshan Hu riding a horse. Wan Li to Rongji, the mountain is flying. The breath of the new moon is golden, and the cold light is iron. The general died in battle, and the strong man returned in ten years. See you later, the son of heaven is sitting in the hall. Policy 12 turn, before reward 100. Khan asked him what he wanted. Mulan doesn't need Shang Shulang. She is willing to send her son back to his hometown not far from Wan Li. When parents heard that their daughter was coming, they went out to help Guo. Sister-in-law heard that her sister-in-law was coming to take care of red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. Open my East Pavilion door and sit on my West Pavilion bed. Take off my wartime robe and put on my old clothes. When the window is decorated with clouds, the mirror is yellow. When you go out to meet your fire companions, they are all surprised and busy. After traveling together for twelve years, I didn't know Mulan was a girl. The male rabbit's feet are confused and the female rabbit's eyes are blurred. When two rabbits walk together, Ann can tell whether I am a male or a female.

Charcoal seller

-Don Bai Juyi

An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round. His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black. What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth. Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder. At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market. Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market. Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it. The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace. It's a pity that a car full of charcoal, more than a thousand Jin, is driven by an official to a general. Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.

Farewell poem

Biedongda

-Tang Gaoshi

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

Send Yuan Ershi Anxi (a acropolis song).

-Tang Wang Wei

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu to take up his post.

-Tang

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor.

Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.

Homesick Poems

Boarded Guazhou

-Wang Song Anshi

Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

Thoughts?in?the?Still?of?the?Night

—— Tang Libai

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

lines

-Tang Wang Wei

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?

Landscape pastoral poetry

Passing through the village of the old man

-Don Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

An autumn night in the mountains.

-Tang Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

The fifth part is drinking

-Tao Jin Yuanming

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Recite ancient poems (poems)

Red Wall

Don Mutu

If I don't sell the broken halberd, I'll wash it and recognize the former dynasty.

If Dongfeng doesn't go with Zhou Lang, the copper finches on the Second Bridge will sell well in spring.

Jueju

-Song Liqing photo

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.

Crossing Huaqing Palace

Don Mutu

Looking back at Chang 'an, Mount Li is like a pile of splendid scenery, and the gates of Huaqing Palace on the top of the mountain are opened in turn.

As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south.

Poems describing objects

Ode to lime

-Yu Ming Qian

A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually.

Regardless of all the fragments, we should leave innocence in the world.

Bamboo stone title

-thank you

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.

The wind is strong in the east, west, north and south.

Mo Mei (3)

-Wang Yuan Mian.

The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.

I hope it can help you to be satisfied and adopt it.