What are some good ancient poems? A nice word in an ancient poem

Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking Dadan, drunk, making this article, and conceiving a child.

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems 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.

From Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head, When Will the Bright Moon Be There".

Listening to Faye Wong sing this song makes me feel even more.

1. Since the monarch has come out, the mirror is dark. Sijun is like flowing water, how can there be poverty. Xu Gan's "Room Thoughts".

Second, the fate gathers and scatters the fate like water, carrying thousands of dust, just for a sentence, waiting for the next meeting.

Three, want to send color notes and rulers, the mountains and rivers know where. Yan Shu "Magpie Stepping on Branches".

Fourth, there are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and then look at the country. Rather than know the city and the country? It's hard to get a beautiful woman!

Fifth, the sky is not old, and the love is inexorable. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it. Zhang Xian's "Thousand Autumn Years".

Sixth, since the farewell, a few times ethereal dreams, holding hands as if there is nothing, tears splashed on the flowers.

Seventh, the candle flame in the clouds is as vague as yesterday.

8. The days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred is endless. Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".

Nine, the capital is a good relationship of gold and jade, I only think of the wood and stone alliance. The sky is opposite, and the mountains are full of crystal snow; Never forget, the lonely forest of the world. Cao Xueqin's "Lifelong Mistake".

10. There is a tiger in the heart, sniffing the rose. After the feast, tears flowed down his face.

11. May I be like the stars and the moon, and the night and night will be bright and clean. Fan Chengda's "Che Yaoyao Chapter".

XII. At the two ends of life, we stand on each other's shores.

13. Away from sorrow is gradually becoming endless, and the journey is constantly like spring water. Ouyang Xiu's "Tasha Xing".

14. Who caresses my hair, and who owes me the price of my life?

Fifteen, the night moon is a curtain of dreams, and the spring breeze is tender. Qin Guan.

Eight Six Sons

The east ship and the west boat were silent, and only the autumn moon in the heart of the river was seen.

The good ancient poems are as follows:1. I wish to have one heart, and my head will not be separated. - Zhuo Wenjun's "White Head Yin".

Translation: I thought that if I married a dedicated and dedicated man, I could love each other and be happy forever.

2. Yijun's heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night. - Yu Xuanji, "Jiangling Sorrowful Hope to Send Zi'an".

Translation: Missing you is like the flowing water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night, without stopping.

3. After the lights go out, sleep in the sound of rain. - Bai Juyi, "Autumn Rain and Night Sleep".

Translation: After blowing the lamp, I lay down to sleep for a long time, and gradually fell asleep to the sound of autumn rain.

4. There are thousands of lovesickness, and there is no place in the world. - Translation of Li Guan's "Butterfly Loves Flowers": There are thousands of lovesickness accumulated in the small heart field, and there is no place in the vast world to arrange these sorrows.

5. If you respond to the law next year, you will be the first to look at Chuntai. - Qi Ji's "Early Plum".

Translation: If the plum blossom can still bloom on time next year, I hope it will bloom in the spring platform that everyone loves.

6. If you are not old, you must return to your hometown, and you must break your intestines when you return to your hometown. ——Wei Zhuang, "Bodhisattva Barbarian, Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good".

Translation: Don't go back to your hometown when you're still in your prime, and you'll be sad when you return to your hometown.