Urgent need for simple ancient poems or Song lyrics

The Ballad of Cangwu Cai Shen.

Sky! Hugh makes the round cicada sleep according to the guest. Where are the people? Guiying is from Chanjuan.

The Ballad of Cangwu Zhou Qingchuan.

Sleep, the moon shadow pierces through the window white jade money. No one did it, and moved it over the side of the pillow.

"Pounding Lianzi" Li Yu.

The deep courtyard is quiet, the small courtyard is empty, and the cold anvil is intermittent and the wind is intermittent. Helplessly, people don't sleep for a long night, and the moon is curtained by a few sounds.

Looking at Jiangnan" Wen Tingyun.

Freshen up, leaning on the river tower alone. Thousands of sails are not, the slanting veins and veins are long, and the intestines are broken in Baipingzhou.

The Fisherman" land tour.

Xianghu smoke and rain long silk, wild rice new cooking slippery spoon. After the clouds disperse, when the moon is slanting, the tide falls and the boat is drunk and I don't know.

Crying in the dark night, Li Bai.

The edge of Huangyun City is black, and it cries on the dumb branches. In the machine, the brocade Qinchuan woman is weaved, and the blue yarn is like smoke through the window. Stopping and remembering the distant people, the lonely room is full of tears.

Sauvignon Blanc Li Bai.

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an. Luo Wei and autumn cry Jinjing, the slight frost is bleak and cold.

The lonely lamp is unclear, the curtains look at the moon sky and sigh, and the beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

There is a long sky above the green and dark, and there are waves of water below. The sky is long, the soul is far away, and the dream soul is difficult to pass the mountain. Sauvignon Blanc, heart-wrenching.

Noda Yellow Bird Line Li Bai.

You Mo chases the Yanzhou Cui, and perches Mo near Wu Gongyan. Wu Palace set fire to the nest, and Yanzhou was caught in a trap. Under the depression and basil, even if there are eagles and birds.

Send the eldest brother of Fuliang, the seventh brother of Yu Qian, the fifteenth brother of Wujiang, and the younger brother and sister of Fuli and Xia Tai Bai Juyi. In times of difficulty, the world is empty, and the brothers are bound to travel to the west and the east.

After the countryside was deserted, the flesh and blood were displaced from the road.

The hanging shadow is divided into thousands of miles of geese, and the roots of the words are scattered as nine autumn pengs.

Looking at the bright moon together, we should cry, and the hometown heart is the same in five places overnight.

Wanderer's Groan. —Meng Jiao.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Water tune song head. —Su Shi.

When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the blue sky and turn to the Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, and shine sleeplessly.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace, there should be no hatred tonight, and this matter will be long to another time.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny.

The high place is not cold, dancing to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world This matter is difficult to complete, I hope that people will last for a long time, and there will be a total of Chanjuan.

Spring dawn. I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Thoughts on the night. The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

A simple ancient poem is as follows:

1, "Song of the Goose".

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.

Translation: "Goose, goose, goose!" "Facing the blue sky, a flock of geese are singing with their crooked necks stretched. The white body floats on the turquoise water, and the red soles of the feet pluck the clear water waves.

2, "Looking at the Remaining Snow in the South".

Tang Dynasty Zu Yong. The end of the south is beautiful, and the snow floats in the clouds.

The forest shows that the darkness is dark, and the twilight in the city is cold.

Translation: Looking at the end of the south, the north mountains are beautiful, covered with snow, like floating clouds. At the beginning of the sunny day after the snow, the sunset flickered between the treetops, and in the evening, Chang'an City added a little bit of cold.

3, "Spring Dawn".

Meng Haoran. I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Translation: In the spring, I snooze and before I knew it, it was dawn, and it was the chirping bird that disturbed my sleep. The sound of wind and rain continued last night, and I don't know how much the delicate spring flowers were blown off?

4, "Ask Liu Nineteen".

Green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove.

If you want snow in the evening, you can drink a glass of nothing.

Translation: The pale green rice wine was brewed, and the small stove was burned. It's getting snowy, can you take a look at the humble house and drink a glass of warm wine?

5, "Grass" 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.

Translation: How lush the grass is on the long plains, and the grass is thick in autumn and winter and spring every year. The merciless wildfire can only burn the dry leaves, and the spring breeze blows the earth and the earth is green and fluffy.

Wild grasses and wild flowers spread and flood the ancient road, and the end of the meadow under the sun is your journey. Once again, I sent off my close friend, and the lush grass represented my deep affection.

A simple ancient poem is as follows:

1. The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Translation: The bright moonlight shone on the window paper, like a layer of hoarfrost on the ground. I raised my head and looked at the bright moon in the sky outside the sky of the sky, and I couldn't help but bow my head and ponder, thinking of my hometown in the distance.

2. I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Translation: In the spring, snooze before you know it, the sky is bright, and you can hear the chirping of birds everywhere. Thinking back to the gusts of wind and rain last night, I don't know how many delicate spring flowers have been blown down.

3. The birds fly high, and the lonely clouds go alone. I don't get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.

Translation: The birds in the mountains flew away one by one, and the last white clouds in the sky drifted away. Jingting Mountain and I looked at each other, no one could see enough, I never got tired of seeing, it seems that only this Jingting Mountain understands me.

4. Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost. So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

Translation: To live is to be a hero among people, and to be a hero among ghosts when you die. People still miss Xiang Yu, just because he refused to secretly return to Jiangdong.

5. The fire illuminates the world, and the red star is chaotic with purple smoke. On a moonlit night, the song moves the cold river.

Translation: The furnace fire is blazing, the red stars are splashing, the purple smoke is steaming, and the vast world is illuminated by the red fire. On the night of the bright moon, the copper smelters sang and worked at the same time, and their singing broke the lonely night and the cold river.

6. 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: A few plum blossoms in the corner of the wall bloom alone in the bitter cold. From a distance, you can see that the white plum blossoms are not snow, because the plum blossoms faintly come with a burst of fragrance.

7. The birds fly high, and the lonely clouds go alone. I don't get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.

Translation: The birds in the mountains flew away one by one, and the last white clouds in the sky drifted away. Jingting Mountain and I looked at each other, no one could see enough, I never got tired of seeing, it seems that only this Jingting Mountain understands me.

8. Cangcang Zhulin Temple, the bell rings late. The lotus hat brings the slanting sun, and the green mountains return far away.

Translation: In the green bamboo forest temple, there is a far-reaching bell in the evening. Under the reflection of the setting sun, he returned to the green mountains alone and gradually drifted away.

9. There is no return date for Junwen, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool. He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan.

Translation: If you ask about the return date, it is difficult to say for sure. Bashan rained heavily overnight, filling the autumn pool. When will I be able to return to my hometown, cut candles with you under the west window, and confide in each other the feelings of missing in the night rain in Bashan tonight.

10, the white emperor of the court, between the clouds, thousands of miles of Jiangling in one day. The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying, and the light boat had already crossed the ten thousand mountains.

Translation: In the early morning, the morning sun is full, and I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking high from the river, you can see the colorful clouds of the White Emperor City, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous.

Gangneung, thousands of miles away, has been reached in one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait continued to echo endlessly. While the ape's cry was still ringing in my ears, the brisk boat had sailed over the endless mountains.

Simple ancient poems include "Silent Night Thoughts", "Song of Eile", "Song of the Goose", "Wind", "Song of the Willow" and so on.

1, Silent Night Thoughts (Li Bai).

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

2. Song of the Northern Dynasties

Eile River, under the Yin Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep.

3, Yong Goose (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.

4, wind (Li Qiao).

Untie the three autumn leaves, and can bloom February flowers.

Thousands of feet of waves across the river, into the bamboo ten thousand poles slanted.

5, Yongliu (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.