I recommend my favorite ancient poems to everyone

It is written: The scenery that Xin Qiji saw when he walked in Huangshaling at night: the bright moon rose above the treetops, alarming the magpie and the branches.

The breeze is blowing, and at night, there are cicadas chirping from time to time. The air smells of rice, people talk about a good harvest, and the sound of frogs comes to their ears. Light clouds float in the sky, twinkling stars appear and disappear, and drizzle falls in the mountains.

The cottage shop that once swam is still on the edge of the woods near the land temple, and the mountain road suddenly turns, and the small bridge and flowing water appear in front of you.

The poem reads as follows:

Xijiang Moon Night Walk in Huangsha Road.

Song Xin gave up his illness.

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night.

The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.

In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

The reason for recommending this poem is that the poet Xin Qiji observed carefully and wrote beautifully what he saw and heard. After reading this poem, "Bright Moon", "Magpie", "Cicada", "Rice Flower", "Frog Sound", "Star", "Rain", and "Creek Bridge" seemed to be right in front of me, like a picture.

Crossing the Han River Li Pin.

Lingwaiyin is a book that is unique, and it is restored from winter to spring.

The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone.

Hermit seekers are not met.

Jia Dao Panasonic asked the boy, and the teacher went to collect medicine.

Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where.

Deng Le Youyuan Li Shangyin.

Xiang was unwell at night and drove to the ancient plains.

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.

He Manzi Zhang Hu.

The homeland is 3,000 miles away, and the deep palace is 20 years.

With a sound of He Manzi, tears fell in front of you.

Jiang Xue, Liu Zongyuan.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Xinggong Yuanzhen.

The ancient palace is sparse, and the palace flowers are lonely and red.

The white-headed palace maid is here, sitting idle and talking about Xuanzong.

Autumn night sent to Qiu Yuanwai.

Wei Yingwu Huaijun belongs to the autumn night, taking a walk and singing the cool day.

The pine nuts fall on the empty mountain, and the ghost should not sleep.

Sent by Liu Changqing.

The lonely cloud will be a wild crane, how can it live in the world!

Momaiwozhou Mountain, known to people at the time.

Playing the piano Liu Changqing.

On the seven strings, listen to the pine wind and cold.

Although the ancient tune is self-love, many people today do not play.

Climb the stork tower of the king.

At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to be poor, go to the next level.

Send Lingche Liu Changqing.

Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bell rings late.

The lotus hat brings the slanting sun, and the green mountains return far away.

Eight Array Diagram Du Fu.

The power covers three countries, and the name becomes an eight-array map.

The river does not turn, and the hatred is lost.

Grievances Li Bai.

The beauty rolls the beaded curtain, sits deeply and frowns with moth eyebrows.

But when you see the tears wet, you don't know who you hate?

Li Bai The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Chunxiao Meng Haoran.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers?

Su Jiandejiang Meng Haoran.

Move the boat to park the smoke, and the sunset is new.

The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people.

Miscellaneous poems by Wang Wei.

If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.

In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum blossoms?

Farewell Wang Wei.

Send each other off in the mountains, and cover the firewood at dusk.

The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return?

Acacia Wang Wei.

Red beans are born in the south, how many branches are sent in spring?

May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely.

Takerikan Wang Wei.

Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling.

People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

Luchai Wang Wei.

There is no one in the empty mountain, but there is a sound of people's voices.

Return to the deep forest, and revisit the moss.

In the autumn of Renxu, in July, Suzi and the guest traveled under the red cliff. The breeze is coming, and the water is not rippling. Raise the wine to belong to the guest, recite the poem of the bright moon, and sing the chapter of the fairy.

Shaoyan, the moon comes out of the east mountain, wandering between the bullfights. The white dew crosses the river, and the water shines to the sky. As far as a reed is, Ling Wanqing is at a loss.

The vastness is like Feng Xuan resisting the wind, and he doesn't know where it stops; fluttering like a legacy of independence, feathering and ascending to immortals.

So he drank and enjoyed himself, and sang about it. The song said: "Gui Yi Xilan oar, hit the sky and trace the streamer."

Slim and small, looking at the beauty of the sky. "There are people who blow the flute in the hole, and they rely on the song and make peace. Its voice whined, such as resentment, such as admiration, such as crying, such as complaining, and the aftermath lingered, endlessly.

Dancing the submarine of the ravine, crying the wife of the lonely boat.

Su Zi was stunned, sat down and asked, "Why is it so?" The guest said:

The moon and stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south', isn't this Cao Mengde's poetry? Looking at Xiakou in the west, looking at Wuchang in the east, the mountains and rivers are sympathetic, and the sky is gloomy, this is not Mengde's trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, went down the river to the east, traveled thousands of miles, covered the sky with flags, drank wine near the river, and gave poems to the horizontal lance, and the male of the solid first generation was also, and now he is safe?

In addition, I and my son fished on the Jiangzhu, and the fish and shrimp were friends with the elk, driving a flat boat with a leaf, and lifting a bottle to belong to each other. Parasitic mayflies in the heavens and the earth, a drop in the sea. Mourn the moments of my life, and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River.

Fly the fairy to swim, hold the bright moon and end long. I don't know it suddenly, and I will leave it in the sad wind. ”

Su Zi said: "Ke also knows the water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has not tasted the past; Those who are surplus and void are like them, and those who die are not long.

The cover will be viewed from the one who has changed, and the heavens and the earth will not be able to take a moment; From the perspective of the unchanging, there is no end to things and me. And how envious! And between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner, and it is not mine, although I can't take anything.

But the breeze on the river, and the bright moon in the mountains, the sound of the ear, the color of the eye, the inexhaustible, is the endless hiding of the Creator, and I am suitable for the Son. ”

The guests smiled happily and drank more from the washing. The core of the dish is exhausted, and the cups and plates are in disarray. The phase and the pillow are in the boat, and I don't know the whiteness of the East.

Favorite ancient poem: Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

Su Shi's Jiang Chengzi, Wang Wei's poems are all liked, and Cao Zhi's White Horse chapter.

Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island, fair lady, gentleman.

Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Kangqiao".

I haven't read many poems, but this one really impressed me. First of all, it is popular and has been cited by various people on various occasions. I heard "Gently I go, as softly I come" at a very young age, and I knew this poem very early.

Secondly, this poem has a far-reaching artistic conception, gentle and delicate language, and full of feelings, which makes people feel empathetic. The language is beautiful and the feelings are sincere.

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand lines of tears, a bright moonlit night, and a short Matsuoka.

1. The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is painted to listen to the rain. ”

It has the most Jiangnan flavor.

2. "Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian." ”

Life is not easy, do it and cherish it.

3. "Dream into the Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River, go to the south of the Yangtze River, and don't meet with the void." ”

Xiaoshan words also say that they are sad and parting.

4. "If you want to put your heart into Yaozheng, there are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings?" ”

The biggest loneliness in life is probably the lack of bosom friends, and those who don't know me say what I want.

5, "There is no acquaintance with each other, and the long song is full of flowers." ”

Life is lonely most of the time.

6. "Even the rain does not know the spring, and the summer is deep when it is sunny." ”

When I woke up from a summer nap, I raised my eyes to see the green leaves and the sunny light outside the window.

8. "When to look at Nanxue, I have two white heads with plum blossoms." ”

Looking forward to the winter year, when it snows heavily.

9. "The moon in the long ditch is silent, the apricot blossoms are sparse in the shadows, and the flute is played until dawn." ”

The world is a big dream, and the memories are like water.

10. "It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep." ”

Thinking about the moonlit night, straight into my heart.