Complete works of long poems and ancient poems

Poems about dragons 1 What are the ancient poems about dragons?

1.

Sauvignon Blanc Part I

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.

Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.

High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.

Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds!

Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water.

The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .

Sauvignon Blanc, soul-destroying!

2.

Jiu quan zi Chang Guan Yi Chao

Song Dynasty: Pan Lang

Long memories of watching the tide, full of people vying to see the river. Doubt that the sea is empty. In the drum.

Make waves, Xiang Tao stands first. Keep the red flag moist. Don't look at your dreams. Still chilling in the dream.

3.

Sauvignon Blanc is like a flower.

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

Flowers are like Iraq, and Liu is like Iraq. Flowers and willows leave young people. Bow your head and cry.

The Yangtze River flows eastward and grows in Jiangxi. Yuanyang flies on both sides of the strait. When shall we meet?

4.

The Long March, Part I

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

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. (Ape singing)

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.

Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western 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.

5.

Dongcheng is tall and long.

Han Dynasty: Anonymous

Dongcheng is tall and long and belongs to itself.

The wind is moving back and the autumn grass is green.

Change at four o'clock, how fast it takes a year!

The morning breeze is painstaking and the crickets are cramped.

What is the end point of self-purification?

Zhao Yan has many beautiful women, and this beautiful woman is Yan Ruyu.

Get dressed, and when you are a family, clean up the music.

What a sad voice! The string is urgent, the column is urgent.

Chi Qing untied the towel belt and chatted thoughtfully.

Think of it as a flying swallow holding a mud nest in your house.

2. Beautiful long poems

The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? There is also Sauvignon Blanc in Li Bai's two Sauvignon Blanc poems, which is heartbreaking.

Zhang Ji's "Ode to a Woman" returns your pearl Lacrimosa. I hate not meeting you and not getting married.

If you raise the road dust, if you make the cement muddy, when can we meet in harmony?

If Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy" will last forever, it will be sooner or later.

When will the lovesickness in Li Bai's 357 words meet? At this point, the night is awkward.

Wen's "the third song of more leakage" is a plane tree, which is raining in the middle of the night. It is bitter to leave feelings. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

It has been many years since Liu Yong wrote Yulin Order, which should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Liu Yong's "Wu Fengqi" gradually widened its band without regret, making people haggard for Iraq.

3. About the content of ancient long poems

Forever regret.-long enough.

Bai Juyi

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.

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her.

Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shocked the whole earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feathers.

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.

Thinking of the king, 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 story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.

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.

Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.

Tears rolled down her sad and 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.

Since happiness ended in Mingyue Palace, both the sun and the moon have grown in Pengcai Palace.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.

So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.

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 and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

4. Poetry describing growth

A brief but happy encounter with my brother-in-law "Meeting by chance, just for parting" Time: Tang Author: Li Yi

After this boring decade, we meet again. We have all changed a lot,

I didn't know my name for the first time. I was surprised when I first saw my name. I called my name and remembered that old face.

Talking about the changes of the world after parting, I have been talking about the temple bells at dusk.

Tomorrow you are going to climb the old Baling Road in Qiushan. I wonder how much weight there is?

Nostalgia in summer night: Tang Author: Dou Shuxiang

The evening primrose is full, and I wake up drunk in the middle of the night.

The distant book cherishes He Zengda, and the past is bleak and inaudible.

All the children who went to Japan grew up, but their relatives and friends withered by half in the past.

The Ming Dynasty was a lonely ship, and I was worried about seeing the wine curtain in He Qiao.

Magnolia/Yulou Spring Year: Song Author: liuyong

Chang 'e, who knows in the sky? Home is separated by smoke and water in Pengshan.

Don't care about the people in front of you, that is, the guests of the day.

Eyes bright, eyes going round and round. I also know the green and white of the world.

Tan Lang didn't pick the branches on the moon, nor did he teach flowers to cherish them, which was a waste.

Meet friends on the road: Tang Author:

Growing up in the north and south, there are mountains and rivers everywhere.

Meet lonely pavilion night, * * * recall youth.

Drunk and drunk, crazy about a few poems.

When you come to Korea, you must part, and then meet with Silk.

Two poems from the south 1 1 20th of the month: Song Author: Fang Hui

In 1962, the spring breeze blew and the sun shone brightly.

Prosperous times abolish the Three Kingdoms, and life and death are dark and easy for Wancheng people.

Whoever grows good flowers will enjoy the same reward, but it is difficult to get used to poverty when buying wine.

Being single today is the patriarch, and it is doubly sad to think of my brother.

Forty-four Ancient Poems: Song Author: Shi Fatai

Life is nothing and death is nothing.

The wind blows the dust away and the waves stop.

Harmony and dispersion can be seen everywhere.

Moon bow, kill two arrows.

Twenty-four ploughing and weaving pictures written in a hurry. Date: Yuan Author: Zhao Mengfu.

I'm going to end my life, so I can have a rest.

The cold wind blew the mulberry forest, and the sound roared every day.

The south of the wall is not frozen, dig a pit and dig a ditch.

Mulberry trees are buried in it and will sprout early next year.

It is a moon bath silkworm egg, which has been passed down since ancient times.

Silkworms are easy to shell, and silk stalks are harvested twice.

If you don't work hard in time, I wonder if there will be another year?

If you don't care enough about your hands, you will be afraid of the cold and worry.

Four Miscellaneous Songs Year: Song Author: Zhao Fan

The mountain forest paintings on the lake are not as good as those on frosty days.

In the evening, tomatoes are harvested on sloping terraces, and white fish are obtained by keeping them straight and cold.

Qin on the stone respects wild moss, and chickens and dogs are rare in the fence.

If you have a level, it is also a cloud that covers your eyes and dares to be bored.

Lord Gonghe is going to Ji Di to show his works Year: Song Author: Sun Yingqiu

Teenagers don't learn how to stay, and they don't complain when they grow up.

The present situation is that everyone is trained by his virtuous father, so how can he be willing to sow?

"Wu Ti Fa Zhang Jichang" Time: Song Author: Lu You

It rains and frosts in September and October, and Jiangnan Road is far away.

Old friends in life hold hands to block, and Wan Li's book is heartbroken.

Life is strong and hard to rely on, but isn't it so?

The children of the two families grew up separately, but he was too poor to forget each other.

5. Ancient poems about missing dragons

Hua Lian Hu Meiniang

Who loves the epiphyllum last night?

My heart is gone, and the lingering fragrance lingers in my arms.

The wind buries the red autumn rain, and the tears are wet and cold.

My thin edge failed to smile.

A wisp of resentment, loneliness and bitterness ends in the night.

Acacia birds are easy to embroider, but concentric bridges are difficult to cross.

Yijianmei Xu Shilin

Du Yu cries blood, and the frost leaves are red.

Sorrow leaves the string and the cold wind blows.

Fang Yi Tomb of Kyoto Royal Garden.

The secluded pool is perishable, and this hatred is endless.

Who can solve the loneliness of lovesickness?

Two lines of clear tears, a broken dream.

Autumn is full of bamboo and weeping hibiscus.

Catkin has silk, but no fragrance.

Tang Duoling homesickness

The rain drunk parrot island, the wind danced the Yellow Crane Tower, and the dream returned to the old place, so the country was soft.

There was a tear on the piano, and an old saying came to mind.

Homesickness has nowhere to send, and acacia is like water, which is difficult to cut when it is tender.

How many autumn, winter, spring and summer, looking forward to the return period, enduring the gaze.

Fourth army

I am lazy to dress up in the morning and stay in bed at night.

I don't feel that winter is coming again, and I have no mind to manage the new window.

I know where I am, but I remember where you are.

After a brief encounter, lovesickness is longer than a dream.

Fourth army

I was wearing only a thin coat, but I hung up on you.

Acacia in the wind, tears in the rain.

Spring depends on wild goose feet and red beans.

Don't forget that there is a cloud in the poem, this thing is the most appropriate.

Sauvignon Blanc thinks of you.

The wind last night, the wind tonight,

Full of love and farewell. When shall we meet again?

The mountain is heavy and the water is heavy.

Far away, we know each other and remember each other. Don't forget to rely on the romantic alliance.

6. What poems are there that describe a long time?

1. After graduation

Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

The previous filth was not enough to brag, but now there is no end to debauchery.

In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.

2. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade long autumn.

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

3. Festival songs were sent to Li of Dongping.

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji

You know I have a husband and you want to give me a pair of pearls.

I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt.

My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.

Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband.

Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.

4. resentment in spring

Tang Dynasty: Liu

The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.

The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.

5. Always in my heart

Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling

A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone.

Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.

7. Long ancient poems should not be short. Six people should recite them together and be beautiful. The longer the better.

Pipa line 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, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.

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.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering 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. (dismount mausoleum)

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. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you.

... 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.

1, Kan (Payne)

2. Zheng

3. Jia (G incarnation)

4. Benjamin

5. Migration (xǐ)

6. Chen

7. Di

8. A gloomy throat (yè)

9. Frog (Hama)

10, gan (xiāo)

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12, grille (b)

13, Chunjiang Flower Dynasty (zhāo)

14, ou remained a smile (not 舵 u y ā zhā o zhā)