Ancient poems about culture and art

1. Li Chi Ngai, I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water. When will this water stop and this hatred end? I only hope that your heart, like mine, will live up to your yearning. Nalan Xingde-If you drink water, if life is just like the first time, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? People's hearts change when they are idle, and they change when they talk. The night is bright, and the tears ring without complaint. What's more, with luck, Ichiro will make a wish that day. Jade case, Yuanxi-Xin Qiji's Dongfeng night, thousands of trees, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. The word "wild goose" returns, and the moon is full of the West Building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One lovesickness, two idleness. This feeling can't be eliminated. Only when I frown, but it's in my mind. The fairy of the magpie bridge-Qin Guan is clever, the flying stars spread grievances, and the silver and the Han are all dark. When the golden wind is high, it will win, and there are countless people. Tender as water and courteous as a dream, I will go back to Queqiao with great pain. Every flower has a youthful interval. Saint Zhuangzi was bewitched by butterflies in daydreaming. The emperor's longing for love was crying in the cuckoo. Mermaids were crying in the moonlight green sea. The blue fields were breathing their emeralds in the sun. The moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously. Wang Chun's Ci-Han Tao's flowers bloom and fall with different rewards, and each flower falls with different worries. If you want to ask about acacia, you will know each other only when flowers bloom and fall. Spring sorrow is over, and spring birds will moan again. The wind and flowers will grow old, and the courtesy will return. Without one heart, one heart. It will be full of flowers. Hurricane? It's no fun beating gongs and drums. I'm enthusiastic about fighting. I travel to the south alone. From Sun Zizhong to Song, I don't want to go home, but I'm worried. Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Life and death are rich under the forest, Zi said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. You can't live if you have money. If you are lonely, you won't believe it.

2. Literary ancient poetry What is literary ancient poetry? They are as follows: 1. The belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it.

-Liu Yong's "Wu Fengqi" 2, life and death and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

-Anonymous "The Book of Songs Drumming" 3. If the relationship between two people is long, it is still a matter of time. -Qin Guan's "Bridge Fairy" 4. When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward.

-Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words" 5. There is a kind of beauty that I don't forget. If I don't see it for a day, I think it's crazy. -Anonymous Song of Feng Qiu Qin Huang 6. This time I leave you, it is the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

-Zheng Chouyu's Farewell 7. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter, like memories of Sauvignon Blanc, and endless short lovesickness. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words" 8. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.

-Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection 9. If you raise the dust on the road, if you make the cement muddy, you will float and sink in different directions. When will you meet? -Cao Zhi's "Bright Moon in Tall Buildings" 10. After the bleak farewell, the two should be the same. The most difficult thing is to sort out the grievances in the middle of the month. -Nalan Xingde's The Mermaid 1 1 Looking back, I don't see each other before marriage.

-Zhang Ji's Song of Women 12, how to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. To this end, I begged the Buddha for 500 years and asked him to let us have a dusty relationship.

-Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree 13. One more shadow belongs to the world. How can we live together without dying? -Chen Hengke's Portrait of Spring Qi 14. The bottom of the acacia tree says it's acacia, and Shiro hates Mandy. -Liang Qichao's "Zhi Zhu Ci" 15, from the monarch, dark in the mirror.

Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? -Xu Gan's Thinking in the Room.

3. Li Chi Ngai, the operator of ancient literary poems and songs.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water.

When will this water stop and when will this hatred end?

I just hope your heart is the same as mine. Don't miss it.

Nalan Xingde-Drinking Words

If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Shan Li's words are quiet in the middle of the night, and tears are ringing, but he doesn't complain.

Jade case yuan-

Xin Qiji

Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night.

BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute and jade pot turn.

All night, the fish were dancing. Moths, willows, gold thread, laughter and faint fragrance all disappeared.

Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, the lights were dim.

Cut plums-

Li Qingzhao

Tea adds fragrance to the jade mushroom, leaving Luo Shang alone.

Who sent the brocade book?

Yan Zi returns, and the West Building will be full tomorrow.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.

One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries.

There is no way to eliminate this situation.

Just frown, but straight into my heart.

Queqiaoxian

-Qin Guan

Clouds are smart, flying stars spread resentment, and silver and China people stay away from darkness. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless people.

Tender as water, like a dream, I can't bear to look back at the bridge. If love lasts a long time, it will last forever.

Gold-

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.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Wang Chunci

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Han Tao

Flowers bloom differently, and flowers fall differently. Ask acacia, when flowers bloom and fall.

If you unite on the grass, you will know your voice. Spring sorrow is over, and the spring birds will wail again.

The wind and flowers are getting old, and the courtesy is still in exchange.

Just like a flower full of branches, it translates into two kinds of acacia. Jade chopsticks hang in the mirror, and the spring breeze knows.

The Book of Songs? Hurricane? Drumming sound

Beat gongs and drums to bore them and fight enthusiastically. I went south to Caodi alone.

From Sun Zizhong to Song Dynasty, I was worried that if I didn't go home.

Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.

Life and death are rich, and children become rich. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

Live if you have money. If you are rich, you will believe.

4. Poems related to traditional art save the effort of beating drums and playing the piano.

Qian Qi

It is often heard that the immortals in Xiangshui are good at playing the piano and singing.

Beautiful music makes Feng, the river god, dance and dance, which is unbearable for travelers who travel far away.

Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places.

Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant.

Running water flows to Pu, and I hate Taiwan crossing Dongting.

The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming.

Bodhisattva Manyan Dao Ji

Mourning Zheng Yi as a Xiangjiang Music,

The sound is written in Xiang Bo green.

Thirteen strings of fingers,

I will convey my hatred.

When the banquet is slow,

Yuzhu flies wild goose.

When it touches the internal organs,

Spring mountain eyebrows are low.

Pipa player's song

Bai Juyi

Lute songs

Author: Li Qi

Category: Seven-character Ancient Poems

Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.

Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the clothes.

But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.

Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin.

It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.

In painting

Mo Mei? Wang Mian (yuan)

My home is Xiyan Hutou Tree,

All the flowers are pale and inky.

Don't boast that the color is beautiful,

Just keep it fresh and full of Kun.

If you want to write a painter's pen, pick the end of the mirror first.

I have been shocked by somo, and I gradually feel that my temple is dying.

It is easy to draw with tears, but difficult to write with sadness.

May you forget and show the picture when you see it.

-Xue Yuan, send the photos outside.

Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene

Su Shi

There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.

Spring river plumbing duck prophet.

Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground,

It is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck.

Lin Liang painted the song of the double-horned eagle.

Li Mengyang (Ming)

For more than a hundred years, he painted birds, followed by Lv Ji.

The second son seems unwilling to work, so he sucks a pen and never moves a finger.

Lin Liang only writes birds in ink, but he is half-scanning.

Waterbirds and land birds are wonderful, and all the houses are moving.

The forest river in the empty valley is surging, and two eagles stand out from the crowd on the frost cliff.

The whole bone brushes the feathers, and the wall is born in six autumn.

An eagle's eyes are fixed, but two eyes don't know the autumn hair.

An eagle turned to think about it and gradually felt the wind rustling.

Although the horse is bleak, it is murderous.

Wearing horns, dense claws and iron fists is like tears.

The north wind blows sand, autumn grass and yellow grass, you have an arm to ride!

All the monsters and birds in the grass were killed, and Wan Li was bleeding in the clear sky.

I heard about Song Huizong, and I like this eagle, too.

Later, he lost his son of heaven and starved to death in the five kingdoms city.

As we all know, writing and drawing are the art of little people, and works are like a hollow reputation.

It is also the end of school hunting, and the outside world has an ancient experience.

Today, Wang gave a banquet and delivered a speech at the Royal Cultural Center.

The West Lake in the South China Sea is barren and hunters are poor.

Lv Ji Bai shou Jin fireside, go home at dusk without drinking.

Never wise or expensive, how dare you be smart?

Good, good, I don't want to withdraw money directly,

There is no way to make future generations good at painting and painting.

Other aspects, tea art, chess and so on.

Chess sound

Author: Huang Geng

Where does Xian Weng like to talk with his hands? I smell peeling and pecking among bamboo forests.

A jade spoon knocked the clouds to pieces, and several afternoon windows were dreams.

Wait, you have to know that your heart is far away and your ears can't put it down.

Rotten people go to clean up the mess. Silence admits the coldness of the pavilion stone.

Yoshioka fried tea

Time: Northern Song Dynasty

Author: Su Shi

Works: Yoshioka fried tea

Running water must be boiled with live fire, which is clear from the fishing stone. [ 1]

The big ladle keeps the moon and the spring urn, and the small ladle divides the river and the night bottle.

Snow milk has been turned over and fried, and the wind suddenly makes a diarrhea sound. [2]

It is not easy to ban three bowls when heartbroken, but it is longer to sit and listen to the lonely city. [3]

5. Poems about art What are the poems about art as follows:

1. Bai Juyi's "Go to the Golden Wine" in Tang Dynasty

Lingling autumn and spring rhyme, save the dragon and phoenix pool. Oil, oil and spring clouds can be done in one cup.

Gin has existed since ancient times, and few people get this taste. I should only have health and knowledge, and I know three things.

2. "Qin" Wang Changling in Tang Dynasty

Lonely tong secret empty voice, simple and true. As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients.

Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring. Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet?

3. Li Bai's Listening to Shu Monks Playing the Piano in the Tang Dynasty

Emei Shanxi, a monk of Shu, with a blue silk lute box. When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.

I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.

4. Untitled Bai Yuchan in the Southern Song Dynasty

Ten fingers give birth to autumn water and play the sunset several times. I don't know if this song of yours has ever interrupted several people's intestines.

The mind creates nothingness, and the strings ring between the nails. Come to the palace at night, the moon is full of empty mountains.

Make a five-beat sound and play with your fingers. Birds sing, flowers wither, and songs beat the spring breeze.

5. "Qin in the Wind" Tang Lu Tong

Five tones, six laws and thirteen emblems, dragons sing.

A bullet in water, a bullet in a month, the hidden wind makes the branches loose.