Chinese classical style poetry

1. Want to find a few words with retro Chinese style ~ 1, five poems of parting thoughts by Yuan Zhen, a poet in Tang Dynasty (4)

Original text:

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

I have been to the seaside, and there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain. Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.

2. Li Yu, a poet of the Five Dynasties, "When is the spring flower and autumn moon?"

Original text:

When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past?

The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.

How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

When will this year end? We know how many things happened in the past! Last night, the spring breeze blew from the small building again. How can I bear the pain of missing my hometown in this bright night? Carefully carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the people I miss are aging. Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like this endless spring water rolling east.

3. "Young mermaid, the east wind hangs in the air and the clouds are light" Song Dynasty poet Chen Liang.

Original text:

The east wind shakes the clouds and sometimes it rains.

On the waterside terrace, the swallows are newly returned, and a little fragrant mud, flowers are flying in the wet.

Begonia is still fine in spring, with fragrant embroidery in its diameter.

At dusk, crows crow in the courtyard. Remember that man, Pear Blossom and Moon Bright.

The east wind blows gently and the clouds drift with the wind. The rustling spring rain is tight and slow. In a small pavilion by the water, the newly returned swallows are busy building their nests. Xiangni in her mouth is wearing misty rain and falling flowers, flying around.

The path is covered with begonia flowers, colorful and fragrant. Green, fat, red and thin people are sad. What's more, at dusk, the willows in the courtyard crow. Remember, in the bright moonlight, the man gently picked pear flowers like snow with pure moonlight.

4. Song Dynasty poet Ouyang Xiu "How deep is the courtyard?

Original text:

In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted.

Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

The courtyard is deep. How deep is it? Willow Yiyi, flying with patches of smoke, a curtain with many layers. Luxurious chariots and horses are parked in the place where aristocratic childe plays. She went upstairs and looked into the distance, but she couldn't see the way to Zhangtai.

Spring is dusk, and the rain in March is accompanied by strong winds. No matter how you hide the evening scenery, you can't keep spring. I tearfully asked Luohua if she knew my thoughts. Falling flowers are silent and chaotic, flying out of the swing bit by bit.

5. Yuan Haowen, a poet in the Jin Dynasty, wrote "Linjiang Xian from Luoyang to Jinmeng Road".

Original text:

In ancient times, Huang Chen was always a hero when he went down the mountain.

When people grow up, they hate water growing eastward. Who are you pregnant with * * * language, far away to see the return of Hong.

The fame in the world will be used in the end. I used to complain about others.

Haug is a wine song for thousands of minutes. Men's business is not talking about poverty.

Translation:

Throughout the ages, I don't know how many heroes Huang Chen has made on the road under the Beimang Mountain. There is always resentment in life, just like running water flowing eastward all the year round. Who can I talk to when I am depressed? Look at the geese in the air and send them far away.

What's the use of world-famous fame? I was really wrong about God before. Sing a song loudly and drink for thousands of minutes. This is what men should do, don't care about being poor or rich.

2. Poems with classical charm should have artistic conception. The more, the better. If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind?

It's easy to change, difficult to change the heart, and easy to change the heart. The high city looks dilapidated, and the lights are already dusk. In the crowd, I searched for her again and again in vain. When I suddenly turned my head, I found her there, dimly lit.

There are countless fireworks in the long street. You look back with the lights, the pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again. Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.

Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die. Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless. Things are far away, things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be traced. I want to talk to Yao Qin, but I have few intimate friends. Who will listen to a broken string? I miss you all the time, and I am exhausted for you. Let a hundred flowers blossom, the clothes are getting wider, and there is no regret. I am exhausted for Iraq.

3. Poetry related to classical architecture has won a great victory in the southeast, and Qiantang City in Sanwu has been prosperous since ancient times.

Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. (Liu Yong) Walls can meet each other for a lifetime, and when children grow up, they will cut off people.

(Bai Juyi) The bee butterfly has crossed the wall, and it is suspected that spring scenery is next door. (Wang Jia) The swing inside the wall is outside the road, the layman inside the wall, and the beauty inside the wall laughs.

(Su Shi) Corridor "The secret lock is covered with moss, and the corridor is back here." (Li Shangyin) "The east wind is full of glory, and the night sky turns to the corridor."

(Su Shi) "Half Xuan Garden Moon, a hat with Liuqiao style." (Lu You) Window "The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating."

(Du Fu) "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, it talks about the rain at night." (Li Shangyin) "Open the curtains, put them in the peeping window and have a cool sleep."

(Dang Huaiying) "The person in the banana window outside the window is obviously dripping on the leaves." (Anonymous) Railing "Build a pile of snow under the pear flower, who will lean on the railing next year."

(Du Mei) "When will the bright moon come? No one will lean on the jade railing." (Cui Wei) "Don't lean on the railing alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away."

(Li Wei) "I saw Wu Gou, and the railings were photographed everywhere. No one will come to board the ship. " (Xin Qiji) "Angry and rushing to the crown, leaning against the fence to rest the rain."

(Yue Fei) Courtyard "How deep is the courtyard? The willow piles up smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. " (Ouyang Xiu) "The Spring Festival Evening in Dili, the door is deep and the courtyard is green."

(Li Qingzhao) "The moon is like a hook, and there is nothing to say alone in a tall building. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. "

(Li Yu) "Why is the West Garden limited to acacia trees, and plum blossoms are difficult to wait for Haitang?" (Yuan Haowen) "At dusk, the willow cries in the courtyard, remember that man and the moon-folded osmanthus."

(Chen Liang) Pavilion "The old friend stayed in the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March." (Li Bai) "Xiao Shengyan, the dream is broken."

(Li Bai) "Persimmon leaves are frosty in autumn, and the sky is like water leaning against the red chamber. (Yi Lee) Qingdai is a beautiful girl, a windy city is rare, and the clouds and pavilions are ancient and modern.

(Han Cong) Acacia belongs to Xiaohonglou. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.

(Xin Qiji).

4. Ask for a few ancient poems, preferably one with the charm of classical Xianxia [Lushan Ballad, Send Lushi Royal Virtual Boat] Title: "All Tang Poems" Author: Li Bai, a madman in Chu, sang a crazy song about Confucius.

Holding a green jade stick in his hand, he bid farewell to the famous Yellow Crane Tower early in the morning. All five holy mountains, no distance, according to a constant habit in my life.

Lushan Mountain stands beside the South Big Dipper, and it is like a nine-sided screen, reflecting in the Crystal Lake, deepening the clear water. The Golden Gate leads to two mountains, and a silver stream hangs down to three stone bridges.

Xianglufeng Waterfall is separated from it by a distance, and it is a heavy cliff towering into the sky. The morning glow is red in Cui Yun, and the birds fly and grow.

Between the sky above and the sky below, the river is gone forever. The sky is grey and windy, and the river flows like a snow-capped mountain.

I like singing for the majestic Lushan Mountain, which thrives because of its scenery. When looking at the stone mirror to purify the soul, Xie Lingyun's footprints were covered with moss.

I will take the elixir of life to eliminate the world and practice the three Dan and three products. Watching immortals in colorful clouds, holding hibiscus in hand.

Immortals have met in nine days, and I hope to see you invite me to visit Taiwan.

5. Classical and gorgeous poems are full of charm. Looking back temporarily, ten thousand people are heartbroken.

Where do you wake up today? Yang Liuan, Xiaofeng and the waning moon.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward.

There are beauties in Qin Ge, which I will never forget. If I don't see them for a day, I will miss them like crazy.

This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved and was silent.

The lonely road will spread to both ends.

When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.

The fourth song of "Five Poems of Leaving Thoughts" is "The sea is difficult for water, and amber is forever".

If the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony?

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

How did a flowering tree let you meet me, at my most beautiful time?

To this end, I begged the Buddha for 500 years and asked him to let us have a dusty relationship.

How can we live together and not die?

I don't know if Sloan hates Mandy.

Since the monarch came out, the mirror was dark and hopeless. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?

How can we be heartless if we don't see each other?

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.

The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.

Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.

I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.

People feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental.

A moment that should last forever came and went before I knew it.

How many lovesickness one-night stands in the swallow house, the ends of the earth are not long.

Two songs about fishing, one of which asks what the world is like and teaches people to be committed to life and death.

Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.

Sai Hong Qiu beast furnace sank hookah, green marsh residual flowers, line by line written into acacia biography.

Xu Zaisi won't miss you all his life, but he will miss you and hurt you.

There is no arrangement in the world for an inch of acacia.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.

I am anonymous, so I want to meet this lover.

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

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

Repeated tears seal the word, and life is only difficult to die.

One is Xianpa in Yuen Long, and the other is flawless jade. If there is no strange fate, I will meet him again in this life;

If you say there is a strange fate, how can you be worried?

He is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses it.

Before your honor, I intend to say the date of my return, but before I say anything, I will swallow it painfully.

Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.

Poor bones by the river, I am still a dream girl.

A thousand daughters buy each other like gifts. Who can complain about this situation?

It's even more leaking. There are three buttonwood trees, and it rains at midnight. It is bitter to leave feelings. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

It's husband and wife, it's husband and wife.

Partridges seek good dreams, but dreams are hard to come by. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window.

Who can complain about a lonely day and night? Foreword is always faint.

The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? , and Sauvignon Blanc, the first of the two, ruin the heart.

6. Words with China charm or classical elegance are forgotten in rivers and lakes-Hunan skirt is separated by a mountain and a river, and you are my hometown that I can't go back to, sitting with me on both sides of time.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom there, as gorgeous as rosy clouds all over the sky. You smile calmly, but I'm still here watching. I'm still raining, which proves that I seem to know how to smile. Love is so prosperous and lonely.

Get up, sit down again, and know the fate with you. This is the only tea. The end has come to me, dormant in a rain in May. Ten minutes may not be enough for a lifetime, but it is enough to make all the years old.

The sky in May is full of green glaze, and your porcelain skirt flutters with the wind. The sun shines, you put a letter in my hand and say, "I love you!" " "In three words, I was right.

Since then, every dream of mine has been burdened with heavy shackles, knowing that there is no hope, but clinging to the only insistence, thinking that I can wait for you to become the most beautiful scenery after all. If youth can bet, I have put all my chips on it, just waiting for you to open a deck of Pai Jiu in nine days and ten places to show me the final victory or defeat.

Who knows, you left halfway, your sleeves tilted with Changfeng, and you screwed up the gambling. No one sits in the village. This card is like a peach blossom in March, strewn at random on the lake in May and scattered all over the lake.

So I re-examined fate to see how it wrote this encounter. As dusk falls, the clouds on the horizon become darker and darker.

When people walk, tea is cool, and there is a bright moon. Depending on your back, I waded through, ten feet of red dust decorated you with gorgeous flowers, and thousands of hibiscus clothes clothed you with gorgeous clothes, but you didn't look back at all. In this way, I easily crossed the vicissitudes of life. Open your palm, the sun is very thin, just as you promised.

I love you so much, so I hope you can combine your tears with your promises and see your tenderness with eternity, but I didn't expect years to herald your smile. When the wind blows everywhere, I will kill a comeback in broken arrow and trap me in the danger of never turning over. I didn't have the courage to cry when I was crazy, but I saw the sandstorm in Wan Li when I fell to the ground. Someone sank his wrist and dialed the stirrup, and wrote a line: Jianghu I forgot.

Cinnabar is like blood, shocking. Forget it, talk easy? Beside the Yuyan Pavilion, you weave my heart into a tapestry with blue silk, and the water from the south of the Yangtze River shines on your eyes. You have always been the source of my life, nourishing my dry eyes and softening my cold and hard scab.

It is better to forget yourself than to forget you. And at night, as scheduled, still arrival, winter wind replaced the fireworks in March, looking around, I was the only one sitting at the huge table, facing a cold tea.

I can't help forgetting it. Ok, just leave like you, find a bluestone under the bodhi tree and watch the vicissitudes of life.

You have reached the other shore, with abundant water plants and peach blossoms in full bloom, which means it is raining, and there are also some concerns about the breeze. I can only get up and leave, but I still can't keep up with your footsteps.

Actually, have I synchronized with you? The love of a cup of tea will last my whole life, and only the temperature of this cup of tea will change from warm to cold in an instant. You raise your hand and put pen to paper, turn the hook and pick out the gobbledygook of youth.

I'm a crazy grass you can't recognize. Just write it down and turn it over. Mention it again, I'm afraid it will be quietly rewritten by Wei Ti after many years. Only then did I know that splashing ink was so easy and unbearable.

If memories can be drunk, the past can also be a hangover. When I wake up, the sky is still clear and the wind is still clear. After all, the two sides of time cannot be hung together.

I know what you mean. Needless to say, you can't be forgotten in Jianghu. You can drink in vicissitudes, eat in youth and do in life. After a thousand turns, I will quietly turn around and leave.

Readers have always respected the author and readers, so I will explain it here. Don't forget the rivers and lakes-Meng Ge always has a voice that reminds people of the past; There is always a memory that lingers on the edge of the heart; There is always a kind of waiting, even if the footsteps are drifting away, it seems that I have never left.

We once parted ways at the intersection, filled a glass of wine, talked about the ancient road and the west wind, set foot on a section of the road, searched for old dreams, did not complain about desolation, let it be covered with yellow sand, quietly facing the pavilion, but it was cool for a good autumn. I met you by chance in a certain space and at a certain pause in time. That shot, at the tapping point of life, seemed dull, but it was strongly shocked.

When fate meets, everything happens for a reason. When I met you, the days spread paper and ink in the river of years. At the moment of writing, the paper was warm, the ink was flying, and the ink on the rice paper became.

We use our days, months and years to fill the gaps in the years. We interpret life with true feelings and write our own history with passion. We had a good time together. Walking alone in a strange place, on a rainy night and a silent night, I always like to open my memory and recall our bits and pieces.

Zhuang Ziyun: Spring is dry, but fish are on land. It's better to forget each other in Jianghu. When I first read it, I couldn't help feeling that we were like fish, touching each other in the cracks in the rivers and lakes. When we nodded and said hello, we were already acquaintances. The river is big and the lake is wide, but we remember each other's faces, listen to each other's voices and get familiar with each other's subtle details.

We used to hold hands, shoulder to shoulder, and be intimate. We used to tell each other's stories, miss the simple and beautiful little happiness, share the little secrets in our hearts, cry, laugh and get drunk together.

When we reread, we were alone. We looked at the vast sea of people like knights, and we started a new journey with each other. In the face of time, we seem so insignificant and powerless, and time has taken us all away. In those days, ups and downs, laughter and sadness.

Everything is blowing in the wind, but fortunately, we still have the residual temperature of memory, which is enough to warm our long journey. Parting is the normal state of life, and what we expect is always a special case. Just like a fish returning to the rivers and lakes, we will eventually return to our own world.

Life is sometimes limited, if you don't want to have any regrets in this life. Then happiness can be traced back to its origin, releasing passion to feel life, releasing true feelings to experience happiness when we get together, and releasing wisdom to forget when we leave.

7. What words describe classical elegance?

Gentle, gentle, elegant, elegant, elegant, generous.

1, gentle

Pronunciation wēn wén r y m:.

Interpretation of gentleness: gentleness and courtesy; Er ya: gentle. Describe a person with a gentle attitude and elegant manners.

2. Gentle and elegant

Pronunciation w ē n w é n rú y m

This definition describes people's gentle attitude and gentle behavior. Gentle: gentle and polite; Elegance: tenderness.

3. Elegant people are clear.

Pronunciation y m: ré n q: and ng zhi.

This definition describes people's behavior.

Step 4 behave gracefully

Pronunciation j j jǔ zhǐ xián yǎ m:.

Interpretation: elegance. Describe a woman's posture and elegance.

5. Elegant and noble.

Pronunciation y m: Li à ng g ā o zh

Elegant explanation: elegant and correct, not vulgar. To: Fun. Generous and elegant.