Writing in classical Chinese is not a gift.

1. Write a poem without talent. I hate being born late, unlike Confucius and Mencius.

If born in the spring and autumn period, the only son in the world will enter the wine. Author: Li Baijun, how the water of the Yellow River went out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return. Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! .

Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.

Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners

Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.

Singing history, thinking about the depression and pine at the bottom of the ravine, keeping the seedlings on the mountain. With an inch in diameter and a rhizome, you can cover the hundred feet.

The world is tall and handsome. Because of the terrain, the origin is not once.

Zhang Jin was born in the old Shang Dynasty, a seven-leaf marten. Feng Gong is not Wei, and Bai Shou does not move.

On the rostrum of Youzhou, Chen Ziang, where are the lost years in front of me? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.

It's hard to go, Li Bai. The cost of pure wine is gold cup, 10,000 copper coins and a hip flask, Pan Yu, Jane, shame, 10,000 dollars. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.

It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

Li Baijun, who will enter the wine, is missing, and how the water of the Yellow River goes out of heaven and into the ocean, and will never come back. Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! .

Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.

Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners

Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.

Why didn't Li He, a Nanyuan man, take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan? If you are a scholar Wan Huhou, please go to Lingyange temporarily.

In Jianmen Road, when it rains lightly, you will find dust and wine marks on Lu You's clothes, and you will disappear everywhere when you travel far away. This is a poet, riding a donkey into the sword door in the drizzle.

In the book, I resented Lu You's early years, knowing that the world was difficult, and the Central Plains looked to Beiyue. It snowed at night and the iron horse dispersed in the autumn wind.

Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded. When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.

On the gold medal list, I occasionally lose the top spot. I am a talented poet in the Ming Dynasty, so I am naturally dressed in white. The water of August Lake, where I come from, comes down in one continuous line with the paradise in Liu Yong's ci in the Song Dynasty. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. When I sit here and watch a fisherman throw a hook, I envy his catch in vain.

Bai Juyi looks at Dongting Lake and thinks that Li Bai is like Li Shangyin, Du Mu, Han Yu, Meng Haoran, Chen Ziang, Li He, Du Fu, Su Shi, Pu Songling and so on. Poetry, reciting history (2) Zuo Si's original text is gloomy, the bottom is loose, and the seedlings are left on the mountain; With an inch in diameter and a rhizome, you can cover the hundred feet.

Jun Gao in the world; Because of the terrain, the origin is not once; Zhang Jinsheng was born in the old Shang Dynasty, and his seven leaves were Han Mateng. Isn't Feng Gong Wei? The bald head is gone! "Thirty Laws, Dust, Earth, Youzhou Gate House, Eight Thousand Miles of Clouds and Moon" Author: Tang Author: Genre: Seven Ancient Categories: Nostalgia in front of me, where are those lost times? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.

When I climbed Mount Riqi: Tang Author: Du Mu Style: Seven Laws Category: Remember the pot that the guests carried with them when Jiang's shadow geese first flew in? Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset. After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?

Stay in Xiangjiang River in the autumn rain: Tang Author: Style: Seven-melody Category: Yunsuo Dream Soul in the Upper Reaches of the River, Liu Kun dancing at night by the river. The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.

Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling? Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.

Age of book indignation: Song Author: Lu You genre: Seven Laws knew that the world was difficult in the early years, and the Central Plains looked like a mountain in the north. It snowed at night and the iron horse dispersed in the autumn wind.

Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded. When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.

Jia Sheng years: Tang Author: Li Shangyin genre: Seven stops in the propaganda room to seek talents to visit courtiers, Jia Sheng's talent is even more incoherent. Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.

Su Fu years: Tang Author: Du Fu School: Autumn night is cold. In this courtyard, I am lying alone in a small town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn sounded in the dark, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me.

My emissary is scattered by the vortex of rain and sand, and it is difficult to go. However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight.

Climbing Yueyang Tower Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Five Laws have heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I finally climb this building. The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.

There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat. The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.

Will enter the era of brewing Author: Tang Author: Li Bai genre: Yuefu Jun does not see how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever. Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! .

Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! .

Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners

Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.

"Death of the Immortal" Time: Tang Author: Liu Changqing Style: The word "sunset at the beginning of Qingchuan, melancholy lonely boat". Birds fly far and near on the flat Ye Yuan, as if they were running with the water.

May Baiyun bring my thoughts to friends thousands of miles away, and may the moon bring my sad thoughts to friends with the water. The suffering of a friend's relegation is beyond words, like a river with lush spring grass.

"Autumn gifts to horses in the western suburbs" Author: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Style: Seven rows of peaks are bright in the west and Weidong in the west, and the wild smoke is deep. The old leaves of the wind lotus are gloomy and green, and the flowers of Polygonum hydropiper are silent.

2. Ancient prose expressing talents. It's hard to go to Tang Li Baijin for ten thousand reasons, and I'm ashamed of ten thousand yuan.

I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain. I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.

I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety.

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. It's hard to walk. Li Bai Road in Tang Dynasty is as wide as the blue sky, but there is no way out in front of me.

I don't want to follow the rich kids in Chang 'an City to engage in dog fighting gambling games. I don't mean to grovel in the door of power, as Feng Xuan complained.

At that time, people in Huaiyin laughed at the ministers of the Han Dynasty for their cowardice and incompetence, but they were jealous of Jia Yi's Excellence. Have you seen the former prince of Yan? He respects talents, builds high platforms and provides gold to talented people. Bend down and sweep the floor to welcome them? ?

Juxin and Le Yi were grateful for their kindness. They tried their best to serve the monarch with their talents. The king's bones have been buried. Who will sweep the floor of the golden platform again? .

It's hard to go. Come back. I feel that Tang Censhen has Du Fang in the north of the mountain, and decadent flowers are in full bloom.

Before picking it, the autumn wind suddenly blew away. You don't see the clouds blowing loose, even if the autumn wind is helpless.

Fourth, I often change the color of indigo, and poor Du Hua doesn't know each other. Visit the south tower of Chongzhen, and the title Tang Yuxuan is silent and Yunfeng is full of spring, and the silver hook refers to the afterlife.

I only hate my female identity to cover up my literary talent, and I can only look up and admire the imperial examination. Meet Tang Zhang Jiuling. Here, in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a red orange tree. Its leaves are green all winter.

Not because the soil is getting warmer, but because it is accustomed to the cold by nature. Although it may serve your distinguished guests, you leave it here, far below the mountains and rivers. ..

Environment determines fate, and cause and effect is an infinite cycle. You planted your peach trees and plums and forgot the shade of another tree? Feel the delicate orchid leaves in spring, Zhang Jiuling, Tang Dynasty. Osmanthus fragrans is bright in autumn.

Life in the world is full of vitality, which naturally conforms to the beautiful season. Who wants to live in seclusion in the mountains and smell the fragrance, so full of joy.

Won't it be more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? . See Don Zhang Jiuling, a hermit in his lonely residence and a nurse cleaning his mind from worries.

He projected them to the wild goose to bear his distant monarch. Who will be moved by the sincerity of my futile prayer day and night? I can't comfort the sinking.

Huangzhou evening sorrow Tang Xiangsi Zhuo Ling tears, overlapping from the west. Even if it is cold at night, it can't be opened without warmth in spring.

If there is no landing plan, it is advisable to give up Jichuan materials. I would like to send it to the sky, and the wind will return to Wan Li.

Jianmen Road, when it rains slightly, there are dust and wine marks on Lu You's clothes in the Song Dynasty, and you will disappear everywhere when you travel far away. Is this body a poet? Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle.

Self-mockery Song read less poetry books, poor Han and Tang dynasties, and sent farming and mulberry to Mo years all his life. Riding a donkey wants to land on his feet, and there is always a bottle of wine around him.

Old to describe, although changed, drunk in high spirits. What does the Taihang Wangs do? It's like laughing at the foolish old man's overreaching.

When Lu You was young, he knew that the world was unbearable, and the Central Plains looked like a mountain in the north. It snowed at night and the iron horse dispersed in the autumn wind.

Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded. When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.

Ode to history (2) Zuo Si's original text is gloomy, the bottom is loose, and the seedlings are left on the mountain; With an inch in diameter and a rhizome, you can cover the hundred feet. Jun Gao in the world; Because of the terrain, the origin is not once; Zhang Jinsheng was born in the old Shang Dynasty, and his seven leaves were Han Mateng. Isn't Feng Gong Wei? The bald head is gone! "Thirty Laws, Dust, Earth, Youzhou Gate House, Eight Thousand Miles of Clouds and Moon" Author: Tang Author: Genre: Seven Ancient Categories: Nostalgia in front of me, where are those lost times? Behind me, where are the future generations? .

Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness. When I climbed Mount Riqi: Tang Author: Du Mu Style: Seven Laws Category: Remember the pot that the guests carried with them when Jiang's shadow geese first flew in?

Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset.

After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong? Stay in Xiangjiang River in the autumn rain: Tang Author: Style: Seven-melody Category: Yunsuo Dream Soul in the Upper Reaches of the River, Liu Kun dancing at night by the river.

The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy. Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?

Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate. Age of book indignation: Song Author: Lu You genre: Seven Laws knew that the world was difficult in the early years, and the Central Plains looked like a mountain in the north.

It snowed at night and the iron horse dispersed in the autumn wind. Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.

When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years. Jia Sheng years: Tang Author: Li Shangyin genre: Seven stops in the propaganda room to seek talents to visit courtiers, Jia Sheng's talent is even more incoherent.

Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods. Su Fu years: Tang Author: Du Fu School: Autumn night is cold. In this courtyard, I am lying alone in a small town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle.

I heard the lonely sound of the horn sounded in the dark, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me. My emissary is scattered by the vortex of rain and sand, and it is difficult to go.

However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. Climbing Yueyang Tower Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Five Laws have heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I finally climb this building.

The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.

The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing. Will enter the era of brewing Author: Tang Author: Li Bai genre: Yuefu Jun does not see how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever.

Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night? Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .

Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! . Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! .

What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! . Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.

Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .

Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow. "Death of the Immortal" Time: Tang Author: Liu Changqing Style: The word "sunset at the beginning of Qingchuan, melancholy lonely boat".

Birds fly far and near on the flat Ye Yuan, as if they were running with the water. May Baiyun bring my thoughts to friends thousands of miles away, and may the moon bring my sad thoughts to friends with the water.

The suffering of a friend's relegation is beyond words, like a river with lush spring grass. "Autumn gifts to horses in the western suburbs" Author: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Style: Seven rows of peaks are bright in the west and Weidong in the west, and the wild smoke is deep.

The old leaves of the wind lotus are gloomy and green, and the flowers of Polygonum hydropiper are solitary red. I'm tired of being depressed, and I feel sorry for Qiu Si.

Send Du Nian: Tang Author: Song genre: Five-law patients do things absolutely, you can take Wan Li Road. I can't go to the river bridge to see it off. The trees by the river are close to the feelings of parting.

You lost your official position just because you have been to Sunchuhe River and Miluo River to pay tribute to the ship. Unfortunately, you are like the Longquan sword, and no one abandoned you in Fengcheng, Jiangxi.

Disappeared (almost no news of Li Bai) Year: Tang Author: Du Fu genre: Five laws do not produce wine, pretentious is really sad. The whole world wants to kill people, and I only care about talent.

A thousand clever poems and a glass of wine. Kuangshan reading office, it's good to be back white.

Qinyuanchun era: Song Author: Su Shi.

3. What are the criticisms of China's ancient poems about the untimely times and talents?

Year: Song Author: Lu You School: Seven Laws

When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain.

It snowed at night and the iron horse dispersed in the autumn wind.

Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.

When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.

Jia sheng

Year: Tang Author: Li Shangyin Genre: Four Musts

The propaganda room invited the sages to meet the ministers, and Jia was even more incoherent.

Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.

Live in the general's headquarters

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Seven Temperaments

It's a cold autumn night, and I'm lying alone in the town by the river on the Laka tree in this courtyard. I looked at my extinguished candle.

I heard the lonely sound of the horn sounded in the dark, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me.

My emissary is scattered by the vortex of rain and sand, and it is difficult to go.

Climbing Yueyang Tower

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Five Methods

I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.

The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.

There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.

Three butterflies

Tang xuqiu

Moths in cocoons are not difficult, but flowers must pass by.

The sky and the wind gently send each other, but laugh at spider weaving.

Constant constant double brush painting column, beauty stole a glance frequently.

Don't bully your wings to fly short and close, it's hard to try to jump between flowers.

There is no vivid reason. There are many wild paths in the wild garden.

Who doesn't know that silk and bamboo teach dance, and it depends on Yinger to sing?

The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.

However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight.

Youzhou tower

Year: Tang Author: Style: Seven Ancient Categories: Nostalgia

No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.

Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.

The mountain climbs high at sunrise.

Year: Tang Author: Du Mu Genre: Seven Laws Category: Chronology

On the river, the autumn geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain.

Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset.

After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?

Stay in Xiangjiang River when it rains in autumn.

Year: Tang Author: genre: category: etc.

Clouds lock dreams on the river, and Liu Kun dances in the middle of the night.

The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.

Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?

Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.

4. What are the critical ages for expressing untimely times and talents in China's ancient poems? Song Author: Lu You School: The Seven Laws knew the difficulties of the world in the early years, and the Central Plains looked to Beiyue. The ship snowed at night, and the iron horse dispersed in the autumn wind. The Great Wall was empty and the temple faded in the mirror. The teacher's real name is comparable to that of a thousand years. Jia Sheng Age: Tang Author: Li Shangjia's music is even more incoherent. Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods. Sufu Age: Tang Author: Du Fu School: Autumn night is cold. On the Laka tree in this courtyard, I lie alone in the town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn ringing in the dark. The moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me. My emissary was scattered by the vortex of rain and sand, and it was difficult to close the depression. Climbing Yueyang Tower Year: Tang Author: Du Fu School: I have heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I finally climb this building. In the southeast of Wu Chu, I can see the endless drifting of heaven and earth, but there is no news from my relatives or friends. I am old and sick, and I am alone with my boat, three butterflies and Tang Xuxuan. It is not difficult for moths to be in the cocoon, and flowers and fragrance will surely pass through. The wind and the sky send each other light, but they laugh at spider weaving. Beautiful women frequently peek at the picture column. Don't cheat her wings to fly short and long, it is difficult to jump between flowers. Vividness is tied to him, and the wild garden is barren. How can I not cry by the railing? . However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. "Youzhou Tower" Author: Tang Author: Types of works: Seven ancient categories: Nostalgia in front of me, where are those lost times? Behind me, where are the future generations? . I miss heaven and earth, and there is no limit, and I cry alone. Climbing the mountain since the day: Tang Author: Du Mu Genre: Seven Laws Category: Remember Jiang Shiying's flying geese, carrying a pot with guests. It's hard to smile in this world. Chrysanthemums must be planted all over their heads. But they will get drunk in return, and there is no need to hate the sunset. It's always been like this, so why should Niu Shan be dressed alone? Stay in Xiangjiang River in autumn rain Author: Tang Author: Genre: Seven-melody Category: Swimming in the river to lock the dream soul, dancing Liu Kun in the river at midnight. The autumn wind of the world, the rain and the fragrance of the village. Homesick orange pomelo, travel.