What are the poems about "despising everything and dismissing it"?

1, Ann can make eyebrows bend, and the strong who never loses will show an honest face.

Original text:

Menglideng Tianmu Mountain/Badong Luduke

Lipper

A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible;

But the more people talk about the mother mountain, the clouds are light or visible.

On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.

The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.

My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.

The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.

Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.

I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.

Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.

Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.

Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.

Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.

God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.

Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng.

An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace.

Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.

With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.

I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow.

My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.

This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.

So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer. When I need you, ride to you, great mountain.

Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!

2, the son of heaven called the ship, claiming that the minister was Brewmaster.

Original text:

Drink the songs of the Eight Immortals _ Baidu Chinese

Du Fu

Zhang Zhi rode a horse like a boat, dazzled, and fell asleep at the bottom of the well. Ruyang's three fights began in the sky,

The road is drooling in front of the car. I wish I could not seal it to Jiuquan. It takes thousands of dollars for Zuo Xiang to get rich.

Drinking is like a whale sucking a hundred rivers, and a cup of music is called a saint. A handsome and beautiful boy,

Look up at the sky, as bright as Yushu before the wind. Embroidered Buddha for a long time before Su Jinzhai,

When you are drunk, you often love to escape Zen. Li Bai wrote a hundred poems in a bucket and went to sleep in a restaurant in Chang 'an.

The son of heaven didn't get on the boat, calling himself Brewmaster. Three cups of grass in Zhang Xu,

Before taking off his hat and revealing the top of the maharaja, he waved a piece of paper like a cloud. Five buckets of rice with scorched ears are outstanding,

Talk about the four feasts of male discrimination and surprise.

3. Smile at the sky and go out. Are we Artemisia people?

Original text:

Children from Nanling entered Beijing.

Lipper

When I came back from the mountain, the liquor was maturing, and the yellow chicken grew fat in the autumn of grain.

Calling the boys to stew yellow chicken for me, the children shouted my cotton cloth with a smile.

Qing Qing Shuang sang drunk to comfort, drunk dancing won the glory in autumn and dusk.

The king of great powers struggled for a long time and rushed to the ground to catch up.

Quidditch's fool looked down on poor Zhu Maichen, and now I have left my hometown to go to Chang 'an and go to Qin in the west.

I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time?

4. Who sang a crazy song to refute Confucius? I am a madman in Chu.

Original text:

A song "Lu Jin Shan" is used to advise Lu Xuzhou.

Lipper

I am like a chariot catcher, singing phoenix songs and laughing at Kong Qiu.

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.

The beautiful Lushan Mountain is straight up in the south, the clouds are scattered like beautiful clouds, and the lake and mountain shadows reflect each other.

In front of Jinque Rock, the twin peaks rose into the clouds, like a silver stream hanging 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, ten steps to kill one person, thousands of miles away.

Original text:

Hekehang

Lipper

The swordsmen of Zhao are dotted with tassels at will, and their swords are as bright as Shuang Shuang.

The silver saddle and the white horse set each other off and galloped.

Within ten steps, kill one person, cross a thousand miles, leave no one behind.

After you finish, brush off your clothes, don't show any sound, and hide in the depths.

Sometimes when I'm free, I walk through the county town, have a drink, and cross my sword over my knees.

Eat meat with the sea and drink with Hou Ying in a big bowl.

Three cups of spit, five mountains are light.

After drinking, my eyes were dizzy and energetic, and the rainbow was swallowed up by the air.

When Zhao was captured, the soldiers and civilians in the city were frightened.

Hai and Hou Yingcai are real warriors of the second century, and they are famous in the whole city.

As a knight, the death of chivalrous bone is also fragrant, and it is worthy of being a hero.

Who can learn Confucian scholars, stay in books all his life, have white hair, and still write the Xuanjing? .

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