An ancient poem of 7 words and 9 sentences? 7 words of poetry

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky. The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

The nine-sentence ancient poem is a seven-word poem, and the nine sentences are a very good story, and through this story, you can understand the meaning of this ancient poem, which is a very good story.

Seven words, nine sentences of ancient poems, this is the seven steps of the time, well, this ancient poem also has a lot of ancient poets do a lot of this kind of thing.

Generally, an ancient poem is at least 20 words, and it is rare to hear that there are 7 or 9 words, what kind of ancient poem are you!

The following poems are seven bai, and even the title is a total of nine sentences, all of which are du seven words. . .

Kazuko by Michichi nostalgia zhi

Song Su Shi. Life is like knowing everywhere, and it should be like Feihong stepping on the slush.

Occasionally, there are fingers and claws on the mud, and Hongfei counts things.

The old monk has died into a new tower, and the bad wall has no reason to see the old problem.

Do you remember the rugged days in the past, the road is long and the donkey is sleepy and neighing.

During the illness, it rained and ate cold.

Tang Bai Juyi.

The water country is often lazy, and the old man loves to sleep when he is sick.

Thirty years of lying warbler flower moon, half of the spring sales of wind and rain.

Who blows the fence in the twilight, and the new sunny swing is bound in a few places.

The colored rope tree grows as old as ever, but it changes every year.

Evening view above Bodhi Temple.

Tang Bai Juyi.

The pavilions are high and low, the trees are shallow and deep, and the mountains and waters are dull and gloomy.

Songyan half rolled the green silk curtain, and Yilang tiled the green silk curtain.

When the birds are extinguished, it is advisable to look at the pole, and the distant wind comes from a good place.

Who knows that if you don't leave the hairpin, you can look at ease?

The early winter is a dream.

Tang Bai Juyi.

The green felt tent is warm and likes the slight snow, and the red ground furnace is deep and cold early.

If you can write a small poem or not, pour new wine and try it.

The monks come to beg for food because they stay overnight, and the guests will enjoy together when they open the bottle.

The old friends are scattered, and I hope you forgive me for taking leniency.

With Cui Wei on the stork tower.

Tang Li Yi. The stork building is a hundred feet west of the building, and the cloud trees of Tingzhou are boundless.

The Han family is empty and flowing, and the mountains and rivers of Wei are half sunset.

Things go to a thousand years and hate fast. Sorrow comes for a day, and it is long.

The wind and smoke are thinking about it, and the distant eyes are not spring and self-harm.

Du Gong Department Shuzhong left.

Tang Li Shangyin.

Where is life not outstanding? The world is divided temporarily.

Xueling has not returned to the foreign envoy, and Songzhou is still stationed in front of the palace.

The drunken guests in the seat wake up the guests, and the river is clear and cloudy.

The wine Chengdu can be sent to the old, and when the dragon is still Zhuo Wenjun.

Zheng Juma's house banquet cave.

Tang Dufu. The main house has fine smoke in the dark hole, and the guests are in the summer.

The spring wine glass is thick and amber is thin, and the ice slurry bowl is cold with onyx.

It is suspected that the thatched hut has crossed the foothills of the river and has entered the clouds of wind and haze.

Since Qin Lou pressed Zheng Gu, he heard the miscellaneous sound of admiration.

Kazuko is nostalgic by Michi.

Song Su Shi knows what life is everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on slush.

Occasionally, there are fingers and claws on the mud, and Hongfei counts things.

The old monk has died into a new tower, and the bad wall has no reason to see the old problem.

Do you remember the rugged days in the past, the road is long and the donkey is sleepy and neighing.

During the illness, it rained and ate cold.

Tang Bai Juyi.

The water country is often lazy, and the old man loves to sleep when he is sick.

Thirty years of lying warbler flower moon, half of the spring sales of wind and rain.

1.Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, Baiyunsheng has a home. —Tang Dumu, "Mountain Walk" 2

Affectionate but always seems to be ruthless, but he can't laugh in front of the bottle. ——Tang Dumu, "Farewell".

The seven words and nine ancient poems are as follows:

1, [Hezi by Michi nostalgia] [Song Su Shi].

Life is everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on slush.

Occasionally, there are fingers and claws on the mud, and Hongfei counts things.

The old monk has died into a new tower, and the bad wall has no reason to see the old problem.

Do you remember the rugged days in the past, the road is long and the donkey is sleepy and neighing.

2. [Rainy and cold food during illness] [Tang Bai Juyi].

The water country is often lazy, and the old man loves to sleep when he is sick.

Thirty years of lying warbler flower moon, half of the spring sales of wind and rain.

Who blows the fence in the twilight, and the new sunny swing is bound in a few places.

The colored rope tree grows as old as ever, but it changes every year.

3. [Evening view above Bodhi Temple] [Tang Bai Juyi].

The pavilions are high and low, the trees are shallow and deep, and the mountains and waters are dull and gloomy.

Songyan half rolled the green silk curtain, and Yilang tiled the green silk curtain.

When the birds are extinguished, it is advisable to look at the pole, and the distant wind comes from a good place.

Who knows that if you don't leave the hairpin, you can look at ease?

4, [Early Winter is a dream] [Tang Bai Juyi].

The green felt tent is warm and likes the slight snow, and the red ground furnace is deep and cold early.

If you can write a small poem or not, pour new wine and try it.

The monks come to beg for food because they stay overnight, and the guests will enjoy together when they open the bottle.

The old friends are scattered, and I hope you forgive me for taking leniency.

5, [with Cui Wei Deng's Stork Tower] [Tang Li Yi].

The stork building is a hundred feet west of the building, and the cloud trees of Tingzhou are boundless.

The Han family is empty and flowing, and the mountains and rivers of Wei are half sunset.

Things go to a thousand years and hate fast. Sorrow comes for a day, and it is long.

The wind and smoke are thinking about it, and the distant eyes are not spring and self-harm.

6, [Du Gong Department Shuzhong left the seat] [Tang Li Shangyin].

Where is life not outstanding? The world is divided temporarily.

Xueling has not returned to the foreign envoy, and Songzhou is still stationed in front of the palace.

The drunken guests in the seat wake up the guests, and the river is clear and cloudy.

The wine Chengdu can be sent to the old, and when the dragon is still Zhuo Wenjun.

7, [Zheng Ju Ma Mansion Banquet Cave] [Tang Dufu].

The main house has fine smoke in the dark hole, and the guests are in the summer.

The spring wine glass is thick and amber is thin, and the ice slurry bowl is cold with onyx.

It is suspected that the thatched hut has crossed the foothills of the river and has entered the clouds of wind and haze.

Since Qin Lou pressed Zheng Gu, he heard the miscellaneous sound of admiration.

A rose. In summer, the roses compete for beautiful makeup, and the light red thick stacks are charming in the morning sun.

The lying branches are weak, but the roses are fragrant.

2. Go out and return late.

The peach red willow green reflects the slanting sun, and the new swallow flies to look for the painting beam.

Take advantage of the spring to leave half of it, and return to the late love year.

3. Loch Ness Tour.

The deep ravines are slim, and the thousand-year-old majesty reflects the waves.

It is known that the lake monster is a legend, and the lake monster is hard to forget.

Fourth, the summer is full of joy.

The sun is sunny and the summer is clear, and the cicadas are noisy and sleepless.

If you know that the people are suffering in the summer, you will be relieved of the suffering.

5. Remembrance. In the past, the village and countryside were ploughing, and the future was bumpy and the road was difficult.

Today, I walk leisurely on the flat road, but I remember a love in the village.

6. Feelings. In the past, the south acres of industry were cultivated, and the scholars were only injured.

Today, the East Building is idle, and he is willing to sing the waves.

7. Hometown. People smoke three or two of them, and the begonia trees and rice flowers are pitiful.

Today's scenery is not the past, and the old Nanshan guards the tea fields.

The seven-character ancient poem has:

1. If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. From the Qing Dynasty Nalan Xingde's "Magnolia Flowers: Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words Cambodian Friends".

Translation: If life is as good as the first encounter, then there will be no current parting lovesickness and desolation.

2, exquisite dice and red beans, into the bone lovesickness do not know. From Wen Tingyun's "Two Songs of New Voices".

Translation: Like delicate dice inlaid with red beans, do you know this deep-rooted longing?

3. I'd rather die with incense on the branches, how could it have blown down in the north wind. From Zheng Sixiao's "Han Ju" in the Song Dynasty

Translation: It is better to wither and die on the branches than to be blown down in the bitter north wind!

4. Without a cold bone, how to get the fragrance of plum blossoms. From the Tang Dynasty Huang Bai Zen Master "Ode to the Upper Hall".

Translation: If you don't experience the bitter cold of winter, how can plum blossoms have a tangy fragrance?

5. Today's people don't see the ancient times and moons, but this month once looked like the ancients. From Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty, "Ask the Wine to the Moon, the Old Man Jia Chun Ordered to Ask It".

Translation: The ancients and the present are just passing by like flowing water, and the moon they see together is like this.

The seven-character ancient poems are: "Mountain Travel", "Docking Guazhou", "Fengqiao Night Park", "Chuzhou West Stream", "Small Pond" and so on.

1, "Mountain Walk".

Don Dumu. Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, deep in the white clouds there are people.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Translation: Along the winding path uphill, there are still a few families in the place where the white clouds rise. I stopped the carriage because I loved the evening view of the maple forest in late autumn, the maple leaves were dyed with autumn frost, and the spring flowers were more beautiful than February.

2, "Docking Guazhou".

Song Wang Anshi.

Jingkou Guazhou is a water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains.

The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

Translation: Jingkou and Guazhou are only a water away, and Zhongshan is only separated by a few green mountains. The gentle spring breeze blows green on the south bank of the river again, the bright moon in the sky, when will you be able to go home according to me.

3, "Fengqiao Night Park".

Don Zhangji. The moon falls and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng's fishing fire is hail and sleepy.

Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship.

Translation: The moon has set, the crows are crying, the sky is full of cold, and the maple trees and fishing fires by the river are sad and sleeping. In the lonely and quiet Hanshan Ancient Temple outside Gusu City, the sound of Sun Qinfan ringing the bell in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

4, "Chuzhou West Stream".

Don Wei Yingwu.

The lonely grass stream grows on the side, and there are yellow orioles singing deep trees.

The spring tide brings rain and comes in a hurry, and the wild ferry is unmanned and self-controlled.

Translation: I love the secluded weeds that grow by the stream, and the yellow orioles that sing softly in the depths of the trees. The spring tide carries with it the turbulence of the twilight rain, and the wilderness ferry is deserted, except for a small boat leisurely across the water.

5, "Koike".

Song Yang Wanli.

The spring is silent and the water is soft.

The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head.

Translation: The spring is silent because it is reluctant to let the water flow, and the shade of the trees reflects the water surface because it loves the soft scenery on a sunny day. As soon as the small lotus leaf emerged from the water, a small dragonfly stood on it.

Thinking at night, the bright moonlight in front of the bed.