Introducing a few good poems of the classics

Li Qingzhao and Li Yu are good.

Song Dynasty Li Zhiyi.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River;

Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended?

I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love.

Li Shangyin. Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

Haizi From tomorrow, be a happy person.

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, we will communicate with each and every one of our loved ones.

Tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me.

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I bless you too.

May you have a bright future.

May you have a lover and eventually become married.

May you be blessed on earth.

I would also like to face the sea and bloom in spring.

What a romantic and beautiful dream it is.

Fisherman's pride Li Qingzhao.

The sky is cloudy and foggy, and the galaxy wants to turn a thousand sails to dance.

It's like a dream soul returning to the emperor's place. Wen Tianyu, earnestly ask me where I go?

I reported that the road was long and the sun was twilight, and there were amazing sentences in learning poetry.

Ninety thousand miles of wind is moving. The wind rests, and the boat blows the three mountains!

Slow voice. Li Qingzhao.

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.

When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be in a hurry late! The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark! The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word!

Drunken flower shade. Li Qingzhao.

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a gold beast. The festive season is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn kitchen, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrating.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul. The curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Water tune song head. Su shi.

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight?

I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the high place is too cold to dance to find out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

Autumn evening. Du Mu.

The silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies.

The night is as cool as water, and you can sit and watch the morning glory Vega.

Butterflies love flowers. Yan a few ways.

The flocculation is cold and cold, the pink is red, and the fragrance is in a formation.

The new wine has added to the residual wine and is sleepy, and this spring will not reduce the hatred of the previous spring.

The butterfly goes to the warbler and flies nowhere to ask, across the water from the high-rise building, looking at the broken Pisces letter.

The disturbed layer waves are an inch wide, and the slanting sun is only close to dusk.

Autumn waves. Lu.

Autumn to the corner of the border city mourns, the beacon fire shines on the high platform. Tragic song building, with high wine, this is leisurely! Amorous who is like the moon in the south mountain, especially the twilight clouds. Baqiao smoke willow, Qujiang Pond Pavilion, should be waiting for people to come.

Read it for yourself, I think it's quite impressive. Look at you, I don't know if it's okay??

Yan Jidao "Partridge Day" (colorful sleeves diligently hold the jade bell).

1, Li Bai - "Will Enter the Wine".

2, Su Shi - "Water Tune Song Head".

3.- "Spring Snow in Qinyuan".

4, Bai Juyi - "Song of Long Hatred".

5, Su Shi - "Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia".

6, Li Yu - "Poppy Beauty".

7, Ma Zhiyuan - "Tianjing Sand Autumn".

8, Zhang Ruoxu - Spring River Flower Moonlit Night.

9, Qu Yuan - "Lisao".

10, Li Bai - "Silent Night Thoughts".

Poetry is a lyrical literary genre. It is a literary genre that uses highly condensed language to vividly express the author's rich emotions, concentrates on reflecting social life, and has a certain rhythm and rhyme.

Mao's Poems: The Preface records: "The poet is also the place of ambition." In the heart is the will, the speech is the poem". Yan Yu of the Southern Song Dynasty "Canglang Poems" cloud: "Poets, chanting temperament." There is only one art that can be expressed in words, and that is poetry.

You can take a look at the "Book of Songs", there are more than 300 articles, the content is varied, and there is a lot of room for choice.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River. When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended? I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love.