Which ancient poem has you ever heard?

The Qing Dynasty poetess Zhang Fen has a poem "Yu Beauty", entitled "Sending Nostalgia to Su Window Chen Mei", which is read as a word and read backwards as a seven-character poem. Reading the word cloud: The autumn sound is a few bursts of flying geese, and the dream is broken with the intestines.

If you want to write poems and poems, you will be moved by stacked bamboos and shadows, and the moon will be delayed. The building is high and looks at the long parting, and the leaves fall cold and cloudy. The cold wind leaves no residual lights, and the quiet night is covered in a small courtyard and half a window.

Reading the poem backwards: The bright windows are half hidden in the small courtyard, and the night lights are not left. The wind is cold, the leaves are cold, and the tall buildings are not separated.

The shadow of the moon shifts the bamboo, and the poems are filled with grievances. will want to break the intestines with the broken dream, the geese fly a few autumns. ‍‍

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" I like this one very much.

Li Shangyin's "Jin Se": Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

The white-haired fishermen are on the river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are all laughed and discussed.

Yang Shen is the first to be worthy of it.

Looking for him in the crowd, looking back at dusk, the man is in the lamplight, Xin abandons the disease, the second words are exquisitely conceived, the language is exquisite, subtle and tactful, and the aftertaste is endless. And there are philosophical implications. It is a must-have poem for elementary school students and junior high school students, my brother junior high school, occasionally look at his QQ, his classmates have more than one signature is this poem, and then I asked him why he likes to use this sentence as a signature, and he said to me:

Our teacher said that the highest state of life is this poem (words in the world), and I asked him what is the state of life? He said he didn't know.

Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not roar and walk slowly. Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine. I wanted to cut one or two of them, but then I found that I couldn't make a choice, and I liked it too much.

There is a loquat tree in the garden, which was planted by my wife in the year of her death, and now it has been covered like a pavilion. It's been said to be rotten now, but when I was in high school, I really cried.

When I was a child, I memorized ancient poems and wanted to vomit them, but I have to admit that Du Fu's poem is the most felt poem among all his poems. Du Fu estimated that someone should say it, feeling the tears when he felt it, and hated the sentence that the bird was shocking, what I want to say is, please read it carefully. The second sentence is not forced, but it is very forced, and it is a must for literary and artistic youth.

Liuxi * Aomei fragrant bones".

Original] I am accompanied by pine on the cliff of Qifeng, and I spit flower buds in the snow.

The wind is raging and hangs over my head, and the mountains and rivers are desolate and I am red.

I stretch my bones and smile across the sky, I don't thank Wangu Yong.

Li Gongjue, Beijing, November 26, 2018

I have to say that this poem is a masterpiece, not only can this sentence be savored, I am born to be useful, and it is also a good sentence to come back after the daughter is gone. Of course, the ancient sages were all lonely, and only the elders left their names.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream. 10 words, it depicts a fairyland that everyone yearns for.

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

You and I didn't understand the artistic conception of this poem at first, but now it seems that we have long been integrated into the poem.

<> "Every ancient poem has its own charm.

When to look at the southern snow, I have two white heads with plum blossoms. The soft water in the warm mountains is dry, less than half a point of your eyebrows. Mints, old times, youth is not dead, and the remnants of songs are not young. Good fate is given by God, three lives and three lives, and the peach blossoms are bitter.

Empty cinnabar tears, like broken flowers. is 3,000 years old, and I still remember the people under the moon back then. Liu Xia heard the Yaoqin dance and a song, as if reflecting the shadow of the year. Who flirted with affection with a few words, and who swayed the nebula with a smile.

I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to the flowers and the night singing all the dreams and demons, singing all the prosperity, and singing the way of all memories. People will meet two people in their lives, one is amazing time, and one is a gentle time.

In that year, there was a cloud of smoke and rain on the side of the West Lake Bridge. A rain, a bridge, and a paper umbrella cover the two figures. In the dim light, looking up at the starry sky, none of them are you, but all of them are you. Falling flowers and flowing water, mottled whose years.

Xu has forgotten a pillow of desolate moonlight, all of which are returned to the dust; Since then, the clouds have cleared their dreams and saved the galaxy, and they have never seen your eyebrows again. The mountains are high, and the moonrise is small. The moon is small, and he is bright. I was thinking about it from afar, and I couldn't see it, and my heart was quiet.

I have a pot of exquisite wine, the mountain and the moon as a pillow, the thin dew as a quilt, and a pot of warm past to pour a cup with you. Life is only like the wind before the wind, the joy is also sporadic, and the sorrow is also sporadic, all of which are even the Jiang family yards to hold a little Ping.

Looking back, I can't keep the years. Cohesion, can't hold back time. So, Jue Xiao was relieved. I missed the ancient meaning of Chang'an, missed the appointment of Luoyang flowering, I was in Gusu calla lily, and I caught a glimpse of your orchid boat wading away.

At the end of the bustle, find a no-man's valley, build a wooden hut, pave a bluestone path, and your morning bell and dusk drum, as if you were in peace.

I have seen spring, summer wind, autumn leaves, winter snow, and I have also stepped all over the South Water, North Mountain, Tibet, and Xiling, but in these four seasons, spring and autumn, Cangshan and muddy water, are not as good as you smile at me.

Whoever recites the smoke and scatters the vertical and horizontal bonds. I want to be in the world, and I have nothing to look at, and all kinds of red and purple eyes turn into ashes. Exquisite strands of red beans, lovesick to the bone, I don't know.

"A Cut of Plums" is a Song Li Qingzhao.

The red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn, and Luo Shang lightly went on the orchid boat alone.

Whoever sends the brocade book in the clouds, the moon is full when the goose word returns.

Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness and two sorrows, this feeling can not be eliminated.

Only then did he brow but on his heart, but on his heart. Cut plums.

Jin Se " Tang Li Shangyin.

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

Picking Mulberries - Qing Nalan Sexuality.

Whoever turns the desolate song of Yuefu, the wind is also Xiao Xiao, the rain is also Xiao Xiao, and the lights are thin and the lights are all night.

I don't know what's lingering, I'm bored when I wake up, I'm bored when I'm drunk, and I went to Xie Qiao in my dream.

Horizontal Blowing Songs: Out of the Stopper" Tang Wang's Turmoil.

The yellow sand goes straight up to the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains.

Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate.

Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji.

It was once difficult to turn the sea into water.

But Wushan is not a cloud.

Take the time of the flower bush lazy review.

Half-edge cultivation and half-edged king.

Last year today this door was in the door.

The peach blossoms on the human face are red.

The face of man is gone.

The peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Chirp and chirp, Mulan flies. What kind of machine to drive, Boeing 747

1.Life is everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on slush.

Su Shi "Nostalgia for Hezi by Michi".

2.Go and stay unintentionally, wandering with the clouds outside the sky.

Hong Yingming's "Caigen Tan".

3.The willow smoke is thick, the eyebrows are blown, and the spring knows a little.

Li Qingzhao "Eternal Happiness. Sunset Molten Gold

4.Alone with a deep sorrow and no old dreams, the night is still cutting lanterns.

Li Qingzhao "Butterfly Loves Flowers. Warm rain and sunny wind break the first frost".

5.Since the scenery was closed, I have not seen anyone several times.

Li Yi "Sui Gongyan".

6.The sorrow is gradually moving away and endless, and the distance is constantly like spring water.

Ouyang Xiu's "Tasha Xing".

7.The feather coat is often smoky and does not stain the peach and plum flowers in the world.

Bai Yuchan "Lying Clouds".

1. The breeze and bright moon are unattended, and the south building is cool. Huang Tingjian, "Ezhou South Building Books".

2. The sunset wine is far away, and the wind and rain are in the west building. Xu Hun "Xie Ting's Farewell".

3. Qingxi returns straight and returns to the moonlit night. Wang Ji "Night Return to Dongxi".

4. Open the door and move the bamboo, which is suspected to be the old man. Li Yi's "Bamboo Window Smells the Wind and Sends Seedlings to Dawn".

5. The drizzle is wet and streamer, and the grass grows with hatred every year. Feng Yansi's "Nanxiangzi".

6. The heart is full of spring, and the income is stained with clothes. Li Shangyin's "Falling Flowers".

7. Dream of entering the Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River, travel all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, and do not meet people who leave them. Yan Jidao "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

8. Where to synthesize sorrow, leave people's hearts in autumn. Wu Wenying's "Tang Duoling".