What magnificent poems are there? Ancient prose. ......

Author Su Shi? Song dynasty

I've been talking about juvenile madness, pulling yellow on the left, holding pale on the right, wearing a gold hat and mink fur, riding a thousand troops to roll flat hills. In order to repay the people of the whole city for following my generous hunting proposal, I will shoot this tiger myself like Sun Quan.

The wine is full and the box is still open. Why not put some cream on your temples? When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.

Translation?

Let me express the arrogance of young people, holding the yellow dog in the left hand and the goshawk in the right hand. The accompanying soldiers, wearing colorful hats and clothes made of mink, led thousands of followers to ride through the flat hills. In order to repay all the people who follow me in the city, I must kill a tiger myself and show it to everyone like Sun Quan.

I am more open-minded when I am happy. Even if the hair is slightly gray, what does it matter to bring Jeff, who conveyed the imperial edict, to the cloud? When will someone be sent to the cloud with Jeff, just like Emperor Wendi sent Feng Tang? At that time, I will definitely open my bow and arrow and make it look like a full moon, aiming at the northwest and shooting at Sirius, the representative of Xixia.

2. Give strong words to Chen Tongfu.

Author Xin Qiji? Song dynasty

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

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

Translation?

In the drunken dream, I lit the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I went back to the camp and blew the horn one by one. Distribute roast beef to subordinates, and the band will play northern Xinjiang songs. This is the autumn parade on the battlefield. Horses run like horses, bows and arrows thunder. (a) bent on completing the great cause of recovering the territory for the monarch and gaining a good reputation handed down from generation to generation. Poverty has become a white-haired man!

3. Nan Xiangzi went to Jingkou and Gu Beiting was pregnant.

Author Xin Qiji? Song dynasty

Where to see China? Full of scenery, Gu Bei Building. How many things have gone up and down through the ages? The Yangtze River stretches as far as the eye can see.

I was too young to stop fighting in the southeast. Who is the world hero? Cao Liu. Children should be like Sun Zhongmou.

Translation?

Where can I see the Central Plains? In the north of the Drum Tower, there are beautiful scenery everywhere. How many countries have risen and fallen since ancient times? I didn't know that the past was continuous, like the endless Yangtze River.

When he was young, Sun Quan became the commander-in-chief of the three armed forces. He can occupy the southeast, persist in the war of resistance and never bow to the enemy. Who is Sun Quan's opponent? Only Cao Cao and Liu Bei. "If only I could have a son like Sun Quan.

4. Calm down the storm

Author Su Shi? Song dynasty

On March 7th, it was raining on Shahu Road, and all the servants with rain gear left. The same people felt embarrassed, but I didn't think so. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, pretending to be the word.

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.

Translation?

On March 7th, Hu Sha was caught in the rain, and the servant with rain gear left early. People in the same company feel embarrassed, but I don't think so. After a while, it cleared up, so I made this word. Ignore the sound of rain beating on forests and leaves. You might as well take a leisurely walk while singing and whistling. Dragging sandals with bamboo poles is lighter than riding a horse. This is a trivial matter. What's to be afraid of?

No matter the wind and rain, I will live in hemp fiber all my life. The spring breeze is slightly cool, which makes me awake and makes me feel a little cold. I smiled when I saw the sunset on the mountain. Look back at the place where the wind and rain came and went back, whether it was rain or sunny.

5, Nian Nujiao nostalgia Chibi

Author Su Shi? Song dynasty

The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.

Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.

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River of no return, wash out those romantic figures through the ages. Heroes of the ages. On the west side of Laoying, people say that Zhou Yu of the Three Kingdoms broke the Red Cliff in Cao Jun. Steep stone walls soar into the sky, and thunderous waves beat against the river bank, and the waves aroused seem to have rolled up thousands of accumulated snow. The majestic mountains and rivers are picturesque, and how many heroes have emerged at one time.

Looking back at Zhou Yu's spring breeze, Qiao, a peerless beauty, just married him, full of heroic spirit. Wearing a nylon scarf and chatting calmly and smartly, 800,000 Cao Jun went up in smoke. Today, I wandered in the battlefield of that year, laughing at my sentimentality and premature delivery of white hair. Life is like a dream. Let's drink to the eternal moon.