I need 5 ancient poems, not ancient poems, and tell me what this ancient poem only needs to write

Volume I. Watching the Sea" Cao Cao.

The east is adjacent to the Jieshi to view the sea.

The water is surging, and the mountains and islands are sturging.

The trees are overgrown and the grass is abundant.

The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging.

The journey of the sun and the moon, if out of it;

The stars are splendid, if out of it.

Fortunately, even ya, the song is a song.

Under the Solid Mountain" Wangwan.

Outside the green mountains of Klook, in front of the green water.

The tide is wide on both sides, and the wind is hanging.

The sea is born in the night, and the spring of the river enters the old year.

Where can I get the village book? Return to the edge of Yanluoyang.

Qiantang Lake Spring Trip" Bai Juyi.

Gushan Temple is in the west of Jia Ting, and the water surface is low at the beginning of the clouds.

Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud.

The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe.

The favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade.

Xijiang Yue" Xin Qiji.

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.

Tianjingsha Autumn Thoughts" Ma Zhiyuan.

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses.

The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

Huang Tingjian's "Yuntao Stone":

The creation is shaped and wonderful, and the terrain is close to the sky.

Jiao rays infested 30,000 hectares, clouds and rain across the twelve peaks.

Banquets make people not cheesy, and they are idle when the summer breeze rises.

The mountains fall and the trees fall at night, and the drunken dreams are in the middle of the rivers and lakes.

Plum blossom (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.

Plum blossom (Gu Rakufu).

There is a plum tree in front of the court, and the cold is not opened.

I only say that the flowers are like snow, but I don't realize that there is fragrance.

Ant Butterfly Diagram "Butterflies are proud, and occasionally they are snared.

The ants scrambled to collect the fallen wings, and Cexun returned to Nanke.

Yuan Dynasty Qiao Ji Sanqu "Water Fairy. Yongxue":

The cold and fragrant catkins are coming, and the frozen pear blossoms can't be opened. The three thousand realms covered with big plaster, the silver edge of the East China Sea. Tanmei's heart was silent, Yuan Anshe in the noodle urn, the party captain's house in the salt pile, and the dancing pavilion in the powder tank.

Song Dynasty Yu Zizhi "Yongcao".

Full of wild ferries, I don't know if I forget to solve my worries?

Carefully with the green water invaded away from the museum, far with the sun over other continents.

The moon is reflected in the barren Jingu Garden, and the stone city is blue and autumnal.

Pedestrians looked forward to Wang Sun and bought out the twelve sorrows of the golden hairpin.

This poem was written on November 1, 1949 to commemorate the 13th anniversary of Mr. Lu Xun's death, and the author first put forward different views on life and death represented by people of two opposing classes, and then wrote about the attitudes of these two kinds of people towards the people, and then showed the different attitudes of the people towards these two kinds of people.

Theme commentary: Through the comparison between Lu Xun and the "some people" who are diametrically opposed to him, this article criticizes those rulers and oppressors who ride on the head of the people, warmly praises Mr. Lu Xun's valuable spirit of selfless dedication to the people, and calls on people to be truly valuable people.

The poem is divided into three parts: verse 1 is the first part; Section is the second part; Section 1 is the third part.

In the first part, the author gets straight to the point, represented by people of two opposing classes, and firmly grasps the two points that touched him the most when he participated in Lu Xun's commemorative activities, namely: Lu Xun did his best for the people in his life, and the people miss him after his death.

In the second part, from the comparison of the different attitudes of the two people towards the people, we warmly praise Lu Xun's great spirit of doing his best for the people.

In the third part, from the comparison of the people's different attitudes towards the two kinds of people, the deep feelings of the author and the people who will always miss Lu Xun are expressed.

In the ninth year of Yonghe, the age is ugly, and at the beginning of the twilight spring, he will be in the Lanting of Huiji Shanyin, and he will repair things. The dust of the group is exhausted, and the little long salty collection. There are lofty mountains and mountains here, lush forests and bamboos; There is also a clear stream turbulent, reflecting the left and right, leading to the flow of the winding water, and the column sits second.

Although there is no silk bamboo orchestra, a song is enough to tell the romance. It's a day, the sky is clear, the wind is smooth, looking up at the universe, looking down at the prosperity of the category, so you can see Sun Qi Chenghuai, enough to listen to the entertainment of the brothers, and believe in Coke.

The face of the lady is with you, and you look up to you, or take all the embrace, and realize the words in a room; Or because of the entrustment, outside the wandering wreckage. Although the interest is different, the restlessness is different, when it is happy with what it encounters, it is temporarily self-sufficient, and it does not know that old age is coming. and what they are tired, their feelings change with things, and their feelings are related.

I like it, and between the pitches, it has become a vestige, and I can't help but be happy with it. The situation is shortened and followed, and the end is at the end. The ancients:

Life and death are also a big deal. "Isn't it painful! (I don't know if I'm about to get old:.)

I didn't know that old age was coming).

Every time you look at the reasons for the interest of the people in the past, if you are united, you will not be able to mourn in the text, and you can't say it. It is known that death and life are illusory, and Qi Peng's death is vain. The future looks at the present, and the present looks at the past.

Sad husband! Therefore, the people of the time are listed, and the description is recorded, although the world is different, so it is happy, and it is also one. Those who read it later will also be touched by Sven.

Lovesickness and Resentment by Don Li Ye.

The humane sea is deep, not half lovesick.

The sea still has an end, and the lovesickness is endless.

Carry the piano and hunger on the spine of the high-rise building limbs, and the building is full of moonlight.

Playing the acacia song, the strings were broken for a while.

Jin Se Li Shang Yin Jin Se gratuitous 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. Expression: 1, quotation 2, symbol 3, beginning and end echo note:

One string, one pillar, Si Hua Nian", the "Si" in the "Si" read to the sound. Because there can't be three flat voices in one sentence in the poems of the Sezhou of the law. Literary Knowledge:

Selected from "Li Shangyin's Poetry Collection Jie Hui Qing Dynasty" Li Shangyin, the word meaning of the mountain, the number of Yu Yusheng is the author of "Li Yishan's Poetry Collection".

Reading is not aware of the deep spring, one nuclear town inch time and a rough inch gold.

It's not the Taoist who comes to laugh, Zhou Qing Kong Si is pursuing.

Broken Chapter" - Bian Zhilin.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

"Broken Chapter" is a representative work of the "Crescent School" poet Bian Zhilin, written in October 1935. The language of the work is concise and subtle, according to the author Ziyun, the poem was originally in a long poem, but only these four lines of the whole poem are satisfactory to him, so he extracted an independent chapter, from which the title is derived. The poem is one of the most widely read masterpieces in the history of Chinese poetry in the 20th century.

The second half of the chapter. The mud across the river is connected to your beam, and the spring in the courtyard is picked into your cup.

Overseas luxury goods come to your chest, and I want to study the history of transportation.

Last night, I gave a light mow, and today I received two smiles.

Give a mirror flower, collect a round of water moon, and I will write down the running account for you.

Attached is a poem created by posterity.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Happy people praise others for being happy, and happy people try to feel happy.

Happiness is to describe others, and happiness belongs to oneself.

can't stand the flow of years, and can't escape the young man here.

When the wind passes, it is poignant to say goodbye.

A reason why people can't stay.

They can never see through, they are untethered.

Life is only if you see it for the first time, but the fate is deep and shallow, and you hate the sea.

The heart is dead, the tears are dry, and the soul is unbearable to look back on.

The dream woke up, but there was no love, and no one listened to the monthly silver wall.

Whose loneliness covers me with gorgeous clothes, dances low willows, and sings softly.

It's boring to wake up, it's boring to be drunk, and Shaohua is secretly damaging the old man.

The wind is also dashing, the rain is also dashing, and he can laugh at an idiot.

The beautiful scenery of the good day is the sky, and the broken well is ruined.

The infinite Danqing hand in the world can't be painted with a sad heart.

I often think that Tang people are good at singing.

Today's ethos is not what it used to be.

I also want to make poems with a pen.

Sigh that Bole came to invite...

Temporary pen, hehe, see you laugh".

Three thousand confidants have been grandiose, and a song is full of drunkenness. The mountain is collapsing, and I am willing to make my heart a love grave. It's not very well written, hehe, I don't know if it may be in the eyes of the law?