Rewrite ancient poems, about 60 words, better ancient poems, about 60 words

A model poem of six-character quatrains.

The heart is gray-haired, and the career is green. There is snow in the empty mountains, and no one returns to the wild roads. ——Li Yu "Kaiyuan Music".

The south of the mountain is covered by its shelter, and the forest returns to my first service. Rather bend your waist for five buckets, how can you be like a full belly. ——Wang Wei, "Self-Adaptation".

The peach color contains the rain, and the willow green is more with spring smoke. The flowers are not swept away, and the warblers are sleeping. ——Wang Wei, "Spring Sleep".

The lonely smoke is far away from the mountain, and the sky is a lonely tree plateau. A scoop of face back to the alley, Mr. Wuliu to the door. - Wang Wei, "Secluded Residence".

The door is on the crane stream, and the clouds are connected to the fairy house. Who understands the seclusion of the ghost, accustomed to watching mountain birds and mountain flowers. - Li Bai's "Spring Scene".

The bamboo master sleeps, and the water pavilion wild guest climbs wildly. Outside the curtain, the wind and swallows are singing, and the green trees in front of the court are singing. - Li Bai's "Summer Scene".

Last night, the west wind suddenly turned, and I was shocked to see the wild goose in the flat forest. The poetry is just lonely, and the rhyme falls into the cold frame. - Li Bai, "Autumn Scene".

The new poems of the frozen pen are lazy to write, and the cold furnace and wine are warm. Drunk to see the white moon of the ink flowers, I wonder about the village before the snow falls. ——Li Bai, "Winter Scene".

The white clouds are thousands of miles away, and the stream before the bright moon is back. The melancholy Changsha is gone, and the grass in the river is green. - Liu Changqing's "Feelings".

The grass is colored by the grass pond, and the sound of apes on the Flying Ape Ridge. Thousands of miles of Xiangjiang guests arrived, and there was wind and rain for people. - Wang Jian, "Jiangnan".

He lives in the north of Baiyun Mountain, east of Bishui Bridge. Short hair is dashing and twilight rain, and the long placket falls in the autumn wind. - Du Mu's "Mountain Walk".

Listening to the moon building is too high, Nanshan is clear to households. Last night, she appeared in the shadow, and her voice was heard with a smile. ——Wang Changling, "Looking at the Moon".

The water falls and the stream is shallow, and the temple autumn mountain is blue. The color of the trees is especially remnant of rain, and the bells are far away with the sun. ——Zhang Zhongsu, "Autumn Zhai in the Mountain Temple".

The people on the shore are in the mirror, and the lights of the lonely village are hanging in the stars. Under the arbor and thousands of branches, the deep pool is a hundred feet and the dragon is groaning. - Cen Shen, "Village Residence".

The smoke and rain lake is soft, and the empty mountains are strange. Reminiscing from the Duanjia Bridgewater, lingering and flying unconsciously. - Wei Yingwu's "Smoke and Rain".

Hui Chongyan rain and wild goose, sit in my Xiaoxiang Dongting. If you want to buy a flat boat to return, the old man is Danqing. - Su Shi, "Hui Chong Lu Yan".

When I get old, I see paintings, and I have traveled in my dreams. Who will see the peach blossoms fall? The water flows to the earth. - Su Shi, "Title Wang Jinqing Landscape".

After walking the wind forest and snow trails, it is still the mountain village of Shuiguan. But the spring breeze has feet, and today it will go to Chaimen first. ——Zhu Xi, "Spring in the Lead Mountain".

Changed to a short article? The most interesting is the third son, who wears two pigtails and a strand of bangs on his forehead, and he playfully plucks a large lotus pod from the stream, pounces on the grass, and slowly tastes the fragrant and tender lotus seeds. He was humming a little tune in his mouth, shaking his head from time to time, and his upturned legs were still swinging up and down, which was really happy.

Guan Shanyue [Author] Li Bai.

Verse] The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds.

The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.

Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay.

came to the battlefield, but no one returned.

The soldier looked at the side, and thought about how bitter he was.

High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle.

Autumn Denglan Mountain sent Zhang Wu [Tang] Meng Haoran.

In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit is happy. Looking at each other and climbing high, the heart flies away with the geese.

Sorrow is due to the twilight, and the prosperity is the autumn hair. When I saw the people returning to the village, the sand crossed the head to rest.

The trees on the horizon are like camellias, and the riverside continent is like the moon. Why should he bring wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

There are many ancient poems with content of more than 50 words and less than 60 words, all the seven-word rhythm poems (56 words) are, Nangezi (52 words), Drunken Huayin (52 words), Lang Taosha (54 words), Partridge Sky (55 words), Queqiao Immortal (56 words), Poppy Beauty (56 words), Tasha Xing (58 words) and other words. What do you need ancient poetry about?

Mulan poems chirp and chirp, and Mulan is a household weaver. I don't hear the sound of the machine, but I hear the sigh of the woman.

Ask the woman what she thinks, and ask the woman what she remembers. Women don't think about anything, and women don't remember. Last night, I saw the military post, the Khan ordered a large number of soldiers, and the military book was twelve volumes, and the scrolls had the name of the master. Grandpa has no eldest son, Mulan has no eldest brother, and he is willing to be a saddle horse for the city, and from now on he will fight for his grandfather.

The east market buys horses, the west market buys saddle sheaths, the south market buys bridles, and the north market buys long whips. When I leave my grandmother and go, I stay by the Yellow River at dusk, and I don't hear the voice of my grandmother calling a girl, but I hear the splashing of the Yellow River. As soon as he left the Yellow River, he went to the head of the Black Mountain at dusk, and he didn't hear the voice of his grandmother calling the girl, but he heard the chirping of Yanshan Hu Qi.

Thousands of miles to the plane, Guan Shan is like flying. Shuoqi spreads the golden watch, and the cold light shines on the iron coat. The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years.

When I returned to see the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven sat in the Ming Hall. Twelve turns, rewards hundreds of strong. Khan asked what he wanted, Mulan didn't need Shang Shulang, he was willing to gallop thousands of miles and send his son back to his hometown.

When the grandmother heard that the girl was coming, she went out to help Guo Xiang; When my sister heard that her sister came, she took care of her red makeup; When the younger brother heard that his sister was coming, he sharpened his knife and went to the pigs and sheep. Open the door of my east pavilion, sit on my bed in the west pavilion, take off my wartime robe, and put on my old clothes. When the window is cloudy sideburns, the mirror appliqué yellow.

went out to see the fire companion, and the fire companion was busy: I have been with me for 12 years, but I don't know that Mulan is a girl.

The male is free from the feet fluttering, and the female rabbit's eyes are blurred; Twin rabbits walk on the ground, can Ann tell that I am male and female?

There was a small fishing boat on the lake, and two children sat in the small fishing boat, and they took the penny and stopped the oars. Sitting in the boat, talking and laughing, let the boat swim slowly.

Hey, why didn't it rain and they still opened their umbrellas? I said, "Hey, how do you two open your umbrella?"

Oh, no wonder they opened their umbrellas when it wasn't raining, not to cover their heads, but to borrow an umbrella to make the wind move the boat forward. I didn't admire the two children in my heart: "The two of them are really smart, and they save trouble and effort."

I gave them a thumbs up.

This is what I saw and heard when I sailed through Anren. So he wrote a poem: "Boat Over Anren".

Two children in a fishing boat are parked in the boat.

It's strange that there is no rain and an umbrella, not to cover your head but to make the wind.

A model poem of six-character quatrains.

The heart is gray-haired, and the career is green. There is snow in the empty mountains, and no one returns to the wild roads. ——Li Yu "Kaiyuan Music".

The south of the mountain is covered by its shelter, and the forest returns to my first service. Rather bend your waist for five buckets, how can you be like a full belly. ——Wang Wei, "Self-Adaptation".

The peach color contains the rain, and the willow green is more with spring smoke. The flowers are not swept away, and the warblers are sleeping. ——Wang Wei, "Spring Sleep".

The lonely smoke is far away from the mountain, and the sky is a lonely tree plateau. A scoop of face back to the alley, Mr. Wuliu to the door. - Wang Wei, "Secluded Residence".

The door is on the crane stream, and the clouds are connected to the fairy house. Who understands the seclusion of the ghost, accustomed to watching mountain birds and mountain flowers. - Li Bai's "Spring Scene".

The bamboo master sleeps, and the water pavilion wild guest climbs wildly. Outside the curtain, the wind and swallows are singing, and the green trees in front of the court are singing. - Li Bai's "Summer Scene".

Last night, the west wind suddenly turned, and I was shocked to see the wild goose in the flat forest. The poetry is just lonely, and the rhyme falls into the cold frame. - Li Bai, "Autumn Scene".

The new poems of the frozen pen are lazy to write, and the cold furnace and wine are warm. Drunk to see the white moon of the ink flowers, I wonder about the village before the snow falls. ——Li Bai, "Winter Scene".

The white clouds are thousands of miles away, and the stream before the bright moon is back. The melancholy Changsha is gone, and the grass in the river is green. - Liu Changqing's "Feelings".

The grass is colored by the grass pond, and the sound of apes on the Flying Ape Ridge. Thousands of miles of Xiangjiang guests arrived, and there was wind and rain for people. - Wang Jian, "Jiangnan".

He lives in the north of Baiyun Mountain, east of Bishui Bridge. Short hair is dashing and twilight rain, and the long placket falls in the autumn wind. - Du Mu's "Mountain Walk".

Listening to the moon building is too high, Nanshan is clear to households. Last night, she appeared in the shadow, and her voice was heard with a smile. ——Wang Changling, "Looking at the Moon".

The water falls and the stream is shallow, and the temple autumn mountain is blue. The color of the trees is especially remnant of rain, and the bells are far away with the sun. ——Zhang Zhongsu, "Autumn Zhai in the Mountain Temple".

The people on the shore are in the mirror, and the lights of the lonely village are hanging in the stars. Under the arbor and thousands of branches, the deep pool is a hundred feet and the dragon is groaning. - Cen Shen, "Village Residence".

The smoke and rain lake is soft, and the empty mountains are strange. Reminiscing from the Duanjia Bridgewater, lingering and flying unconsciously. - Wei Yingwu's "Smoke and Rain".

Hui Chongyan rain and wild goose, sit in my Xiaoxiang Dongting. If you want to buy a flat boat to return, the old man is Danqing. - Su Shi, "Hui Chong Lu Yan".

When I get old, I see paintings, and I have traveled in my dreams. Who will see the peach blossoms fall? The water flows to the earth. - Su Shi, "Title Wang Jinqing Landscape".

After walking the wind forest and snow trails, it is still the mountain village of Shuiguan. But the spring breeze has feet, and today it will go to Chaimen first. ——Zhu Xi, "Spring in the Lead Mountain".

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Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, and the guests are full of chickens and dolphins in the harvest year.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

The flute and drum follow the spring society, and the clothes are simple and ancient.

From now on, if you are allowed to ride the moon idlely, you will knock on the door with a cane all the time and night.

Qujiang to wine Tang Dynasty Du Fu.

Outside the garden, the river head sits and does not return, and the water spirit palace turns slightly.

The peach blossoms fall one by one, and the yellow bird flies when the white bird flies.

Indulge in drinking for a long time, judge people to abandon together, and lazy Chaozhen is contrary to the world.

The officials felt that Cangzhou was far away, and the boss was injured and did not wash his clothes.

1. "Guan Shanyue" (Tang Dynasty, Li Bai).

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds.

The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.

Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay.

came to the battlefield, but no one returned.

The soldier looked at the side, and thought about how bitter he was.

High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle.

Vernacular translation: A bright moon rises from the Qilian Mountains and travels through the vast sea of clouds.

The mighty long wind blew over tens of thousands of miles and blew through the Yumen Pass where the soldiers were stationed.

At that time, the Han soldiers pointed directly to the white mountain trail, and the Tibetans coveted a large area of rivers and mountains in Qinghai.

This is the place where the past dynasties have been conquest, and the soldiers who go out to fight are rarely able to survive, and the soldiers who defend the border city look at the scene from afar, and they can't help but feel sad when they think of their hometown.

At this time, the soldier's wife was in a tall building, lamenting when she would be able to see her distant relatives.

2. "Reward for the Joy of the Elderly" (Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi).

People who don't care about the old, who will pity the old.

The thinness of the body is frequent, and the hair is thinning and the crown is self-deviating.

Waste books are cherished for the eye, and they are more scorched for the years.

The experience is also knowledgeable, and reading people is like reading Sichuan.

It's fortunate to think about it, and it's easy to see it here.

Mo Dao mulberry night, for the sun is still full of sky.

Vernacular translation: Who does not care about aging and who will show love and pity to him when he is old?

The body is getting thinner, the clothes are getting tighter and tighter, and the hair is thin, and the hat that is worn straight will also deviate to the side by itself.

Books are put aside and stopped reading because of the care of the eyes, and moxibustion is often used because of old age and weakness.

The more people you have experienced, the more you can see, the more you can observe.

If you think about it, there is a good side to getting old, and if you overcome your worries about getting old, you will feel happy and carefree.

Not to mention that it is almost evening when the sun reaches the mulberry elm, its afterglow can still reflect the sky red.

Extended Information: Guan Shanyue writes about the mutual longing between the soldiers and their wives who are far from home, and deeply reflects the pain brought to the general public by the war. The whole poem is divided into three layers, with the first four sentences, mainly writing a vast picture of the border fortress including the three factors of pass, mountain and moon, so as to show the sentiment of nostalgia for the hometown; The middle four sentences specifically write about the scene of the war, the battlefield is tragic and cruel; The last four sentences write that people look at the border and miss their hometown, and then speculate that his wife sighs in the high-rise building on a moonlit night.

This poem is like a long scroll composed of three parts: Guanshan Mingyue, Battlefield Grievances, and Deserter Thoughts, with grievances throughout the poem, the tone is unified, the atmosphere is majestic, and the style is natural.

The author believes that although people are thin, thin, weakened eyesight, sick and other unfavorable aspects in old age, there are also rich experience, know how to cherish time, self-motivation and other favorable aspects, if we think about this carefully and comprehensively, we can establish a correct view of old age, we can get rid of the emotions of sighing and sighing for the old, and make a difference.

The whole poem expresses Liu Yuxi's sober and optimistic understanding of the issue of life and death, and shows that he can use a materialistic attitude to treat life positively in any situation. The two sentences of "Mo Dao Sangyu is late, and the sky is still full of xia" are deeply appreciated by people and have become famous sentences recited through the ages.

The rich man fell ill at night and ordered his servants to drill into the fire. The night is cloudy, and there are no knives or stones. The rich are urging urgently.

The servant said angrily: "The prince and noble man are also very unreasonable, and now it is as dark as paint, why don't you shine on me with fire?" I deserve to be a diamond and a firearm, and then I am easy to hear.

The rich man said: "I have fire, why do I want to shine more!" When people heard it, they said:

Blame the person should also be on his side!

Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, and the guests are full of chickens and dolphins in the harvest year.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

The flute and drum follow the spring society, and the clothes are simple and ancient.

From now on, if you are allowed to ride the moon idlely, you will knock on the door with a cane all the time and night.

Huanxi Sha, a new song, a glass of wine.

Author] Yan Shu [Dynasty] Northern Song Dynasty Translation Comparison.

A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set?

Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Spring River Flower Moonlit Night.

It is difficult to hate Geshu for a long time.

Will enter the wine, Bai Xuege will send the military judge back to Beijing, and the pipa line will return to say goodbye?

Hopefully, you can accept imperfections before you become what you like to do.

Hearing that the official army received Henan, Tang Dufu in Hebei, and it was rumored outside prison that Jibei was full of tears when he first heard it, but he saw that his wife was worried? The comic poems and books are ecstatic and singing during the day, and they must indulge in wine, and the youth is a good companion to return to their hometowns, and they weigh the eight heroes, and they go down to Xiangyang to Luoyang through Wuxia.

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