Ancient poetry, ancient poetry

1, "Yongliu".

Don He Zhizhang.

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

2, "Cicada in Prison".

Don Luo Bing Wang.

The cicadas of the West Continent sing, and the southern crown is thoughtful.

unbearable sideburns, come to the white head to groan.

It is difficult to fly in the dew, and the wind is loud and easy to sink.

No one believes in Gaojie, who is the expression of the heart.

3, "Plum Blossoms".

Song Wang Anshi.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

4, "Song of the Goose".

Don Luo Bing Wang.

Goose goose goose, song to the sky.

The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves.

5, "Bamboo and Stone".

Qing Jung Seop. Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.

6, "Bee" Don Luo Yin.

Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.

After harvesting a hundred flowers into honey, it is sweet for whom it is hard work.

7, "Momei".

Yuan Wangmian. My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and all the flowers bloom with light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the good color, just flow clear and full of energy.

8, "Lime Moan".

Ming Yu Qian. Thousands of hammers were carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire burned as if it were idle.

I am not afraid of broken bones, I want to leave my innocence in the world.

9, "Ma Shi Wu".

Don Lee Ho. The desert sand is like snow, and the moon is like a hook.

How to be a golden brain, walk quickly and step on Qingqiu.

10, "Yan Zheng Mansion with Yongzhu".

Don Du Fu. The green bamboo is half of the seeds, and the new shoots are only out of the wall.

The color invades the book late, and the shade is cold over the wine bottle.

The rain washes Juanjuan Juan, and the wind blows fine fragrance.

But there is no cutting of the order, and the clouds will be long.

Farewell to the ancient grass.

Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi.

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

Yuanfang invaded the ancient road, and the clear green connected the deserted city. He sent Wang Sun to go, and he was full of farewell.

Cicada. Tang Dynasty. Yu Shinan.

Drink the dew, and the sound of dredging is clear.

Raising his voice from afar, not by the autumn wind.

Fleur Don Yanagi Sowon.

There is beauty and is not self-deceptive, and An can guard the lonely roots.

On the west bank of Yingying Xiang, the autumn solstice is full of wind and dew.

Lijing is not cold water, and the strong fragrance is in front of the Xuan.

It is difficult to compare, but it is a plateau in this life.

Chrysanthemum. Don Yuanzhen.

The autumn bushes are like pottery, and the edge of the fence is becoming more and more oblique.

It's not that chrysanthemums are favored in flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless.

Lime groans. Yu Qian.

Thousands of hammers were carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire burned as if it were idle.

Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world.

Plum blossom. Wang Anshi.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

Haruka is not snow. For there is a dark fragrance to come. Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms".

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. Haruka is not snow. For there is a dark fragrance to come.

Yu Qian's "Lime Moan".

Thousands of hammers were carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire burned as if it were idle. Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world.

Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms".

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. Haruka is not snow. For there is a dark fragrance to come.

Yu Qian's "Lime Moan".

Thousands of hammers were carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire burned as if it were idle. Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world.

Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from the southeast to the north.

From the point of view of the form of the poem, this is an inscription poem, because Zheng Banqiao was originally a famous painter who was good at painting bamboo at that time, and he was also a calligrapher and a famous poet, so he inscribed this seven-character quatrain poem on a bamboo and stone painting he painted.

When composing poetry, there is often a sense of not being able to write, and there doesn't seem to be much to write. At this time, it is necessary to learn to use the method of contrasting or contrasting.

When we observe some of the ancient poems of Yongwu, we will find that there are direct and positive descriptions of Yongwu, and many people take the side to set off or contrast.

As follows:

1, "Momei".

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian.

My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and all the flowers bloom with light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the color, just flow clear and full of goodness.

Translation: There is a plum tree by the inkstone pond in my house, and the plum blossoms that open seem to be dyed with a touch of ink.

It doesn't need to be praised by others for how beautiful the color is, but it just wants to permeate the sky and the earth with a fresh fragrance.

2, "Lime Moan".

Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian.

Thousands of hammers were carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire burned as if it were idle.

Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world.

Translation: The stone that has been quarried out of the mountains has been hammered and chiseled, and it is a common thing to burn in a raging fire.

Even if you are broken, you are not afraid, as long as you leave the noble discipline in the world.

3, "Plum Blossoms".

Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

Translation: There are a few plum blossoms in the corner, which are blooming alone in the bitter cold.

From afar, you know that the white plum blossoms are not snow, because there is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

4, "Yongliu".

Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang.

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Translation: The tall willow tree is covered with green new leaves, and the lightly drooping willow is like a thousand gently fluttering green ribbons.

I don't know who cut out this thin willow leaf, it is the spring breeze in February, like magic scissors.

5, "Bamboo and Stone".

Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie.

Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.

Translation: The bamboo grabs the green mountains and does not relax at all, its roots firmly rooted in the cracks of the rocks.

After countless hardships and blows, the body is still strong, whether you blow the southeast wind of the scorching heat or the northwest wind of the harsh winter.

The poetry of Yongwu is to support the words and aspirations. Poetry embodies humanistic thought through the aria of things. The following is an ancient poem of Yongwu that I have brought to you, I hope you like it.

Yongliu

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Lime groans.

Thousands of hammers were carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire burned as if it were idle.

Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world.

Singing geese

Goose goose goose, song to the sky.

The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves.

Bamboo stone

Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.

Momei

My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and all the flowers bloom with light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the color, just flow clear and full of goodness.

In prison cicadasThe cicadas of the West Continent sing, and the southern crown is thoughtful.

That can be the shadow of the temples, come to the white head to groan.

It is difficult to fly in the dew, and the wind is loud and easy to sink.

No one believes in Gaojie, who is the expression of the heart.

Plum blossom.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

Yan Zheng Mansion with YongzhuThe green bamboo is half of the seeds, and the new shoots are only out of the wall.

The color invades the book late, and the shade is cold over the wine bottle.

The rain washes Juanjuan Juan, and the wind blows fine fragrance.

But there is no cutting of the order, and the clouds will be long.

Singing Basho

The leaves of the plantain are amorous, and one leaf is comfortable and one leaf is born.

is inexhaustible lovesickness, but it teaches wind and rain to complain about autumn.

Not after the chrysanthemumWhen autumn comes on September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom.

The incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of ** armor.

Sycamore

The sky is high and the night is blue, and the autumn stars are swept away.

How not to plant to Xizhou, upside down the green-haired phoenix emperor.

The plum blossoms in the back pavilion have a feeling.

The jade is thin and fragrant, the snow is deep and the snow is scattered, and this year I hate to explore the plum and it is late.

Jianglou Chu Pavilion, the clouds are idle and the water is far away. The day is eternal, and the green curtain is low and rolled.

Sitting on the guests, the wine is full, the singing is altogether, and the water is broken.

The south branch can be inserted, and it must be cut frequently, don't wait straight, and the west building has several sound pipes.

Yimei

Settle at the end of the world, and follow the material.

Hanmei is the most hateful, and it is a flower last year.

The poem of Yongwu is as follows:

Cicada Don Yu Shinan.

Drink the dew, and the sound of dredging is out.

Raising his voice from afar, not by the autumn wind.

Interpretation] On the Xiao Shu Sycamore, the cicadas drink the dew low, and the cicadas sound crisp and loud, echoing between the trees. Standing on a high branch, you can be proud of the insects, without the help of the autumn wind, the sound is still far away. 【Philosophy】A person who is self-cultivated and has a noble character does not need some kind of external support (such as a powerful position or the help of a powerful person) to make a name for himself.

It highlights the beauty of a personality and emphasizes the power of personality.

"Thrush" Song Ouyang Xiu.

Hundreds of thousands of voices move at will, and the mountain flowers are red and purple trees.

I knew that the lock listened to the golden cage, and it was not as free as crying in the forest.

In the woods, thrushes fly and sing freely on the red, purple and purple branches, and if they are locked up, even in a valuable cage, they will not sing such a beautiful song.

Bee Don Royin.

Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.

After harvesting a hundred flowers into honey, it is sweet for whom it is hard work.

Whether it is in the plains or in the mountains, you can see bees busy collecting honey everywhere, and they can see the beautiful spring. After collecting flowers and making honey, I don't know who is working hard for whom is sweet?

Philosophy] The honey that bees work hard to make is mainly used to feed the queen bee, or to be used by people, but very little is enjoyed by themselves. Just like some people, they work hard all their lives and enjoy very little.

Lotus root flowers and leaves

Yuan Wu Shidao.

The jade snow is exquisite, and it is covered with green and red.

Life is infinite, only in the bitter heart.

Interpretation] The lotus root is as white as jade and snow, with delicate and transparent holes in the middle, which is delicate and lovely. Its green leaves and saffron spread across the water, reflecting each other. The life of the lotus root continues from generation to generation, showing infinite interest and thriving vitality, and the reason why it can do so is that all the mysteries are in the "painstaking heart" of the lotus seed.

Philosophy] The abundant fruits of lotus roots are all obtained from suffering. Only by working hard can we create and achieve.

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Analysis: Drink the lake after the first sunny day.

Su Shi The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to wear light and thick.

Wanghulou drunken book.

Su Shi The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat.

The wind blows and blows away, and the water under the lake is like the sky.

Willow waves smell warblers.

Ming] Wanda Fu.

The willow yin is deep and the jade pot is clear, and the blue waves are shaking the air and dancing with light sleeves.

The warbler outside the forest cries endlessly, and where to draw the boat and blow the sheng.

Spring dawn on the Su Causeway.

Yuan] Yin Tinggao.

The poet of Hanyuan did not return, and left the relics of the lake and mountain for a long time.

A cesium waning moon warbler calls for dreams, and the poem is in the smoke and willows.

Flower port fishing.

Ming] Wu Congxian.

The remaining red water surface cherishes the remnants of spring, and does not distinguish between peach blossoms and brocade scales.

Mo blew the waves to the east, and the mandarin ducks were startled by the cold fragrance.

Yongmei (Wang Anshi).

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

Qian's Chishang Hibiscus.

Wen Zhengming) In September, Jiangnan flowers are closed, and Hibiscus is in Zhongzhou.

The beauty smiles at the water, and the sunset is still misty.

The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the autumn of Jincheng.

Looking at the twilight without injury, there is no pond and a kind of seclusion

Wing Hibiscus. Southern Dynasty Liang Shen Yue.

The breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the light dew blows the Zhu room.

The middle pool is so green, wait for me to glow red.

Ancientry. Don Lee Bai.

Bihesheng is a quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh.

Autumn flowers are green water, dense leaves and green smoke.

The beauty of the pink is peerless, who is the fragrance of the fragrance?

Sit and watch the frost be full, withering this red year.

Lu You: Plum Blossom Quatrain.

Smell the plum blossoms and the wind, and the snowdrifts are all over the four mountains.

How can he be incarnated into 100 billion, a tree of plum blossoms and a release.

Early plum Yanagi Somoto.

The early plum hair is tall and the tree reflects Chu Tianbi.

The wind is fragrant at night, and the frost is white.

If you want to give it away for thousands of miles, you will be separated by mountains and rivers.

Hanying sits down, what is the use of comforting distant guests.

Hongmei Su Shi.

Every year, the letter bears the red plum, and the riverside hangs down and wants to open.

Cherish the affectionate Guan Yiling, and send spring to the roots.

Yimei Li Shangyin.

Settle at the end of the world, and follow the material.

Hanmei is the most hateful, often used as last year's flower.

Newly planted plum Bai Juyi.

Seven plums are newly planted by the pond, and they are checked when they are ready to flower.

Don't be afraid of Cheung Chau Tao Li jealousy, this year is good for the king.

Tanmei Yang Wanli.

The secluded walk in the mountains is amazing, and it is late at night.

A plum blossom blooms one by one, annoying to the highest branch.

The ancient poems of Yongwu are as follows:

Qu Chi Lotus. Don Lou Zhaolin.

The floating incense surrounds the curved bank, and the round shadow covers the pool.

I am often afraid that the autumn wind is early, and I don't know.

Lu Zhaolin has great ambitions, but his life has been bumpy, he is riddled with wind and disease, sick in bed, ten years, such a body, how can he realize the ideal in his heart?

Looking at the lotus flowers in the pond is like seeing yourself. The lotus flowers waft with a quiet fragrance, and the round lotus leaves cover the pond repeatedly.

Lu Zhaolin was very worried that the bleak autumn wind would come too early, and people would wither before they could appreciate the lotus, just like himself, before he could realize his ideals, his life would wither. The sentence "sigh drifting" deeply embodies the poet's life of anger and emotion.

Crape myrtle flowers. Don Dumu.

Dawn welcomes the autumn dew with a new branch, not accounting for the most spring in the garden.

Tao Li is speechless, smiling at the wind and the sunny people.

Flowers bloom in spring, while crape myrtles bloom in the autumn breeze in the morning light, and in the cold autumn wind, they bloom by themselves.

In the complex political situation of the late Tang Dynasty, Du Mu went through the six dynasties from Tang Xianzong to Tang Xuanzong, and when the Niu and Li parties were fierce, he was in a complex dispute.

Sick cattle. Song Li Gang.

Ploughing thousands of acres and thousands of boxes, who will recover from exhaustion?

But all living beings are satisfied, and they do not hesitate to lie sick and lie in the sun.

Comparing himself with flowers, it is also understandable that Li Gang compares himself with sick cows, which is really a bit special.

Li Gang was deposed and exiled to Wuchang, and four years later, the Tai student failed to ask for orders to restore his original position, and Li Gang was in an even more dangerous situation, and his mood was like a sick cow.

The sick ox cultivated thousands of acres to produce countless grains, and no one pitied his labor when he was exhausted, but it was so that all sentient beings could be fed, even if it dragged down the sick and lay down under the remnant sun, it did not give up.