Ask for poems that celebrate history. Urgently: About historical poetry?

Chapter 1: History.

I flipped through my journal.

Pick up the pen and then.

Put all the bad intentions together.

Pour into the pen.

Draw it into a line of text and let it.

From this moment, begin.

Becoming History Chapter 2: Remembering History and Cherishing Peace.

This period of history, which has been inscribed in the artillery fire, is like a long river flowing in the canyon washed by the years, rolling up the little-known heroic deeds, flowing with the heroic pride of bloody battles, and striking the upside-down urgency of internal and external troubles.

This history engraved in the smoke of gunpowder is like a lonely and desolate recorder in the desert of time, crying out for the inseparability of flesh and blood affection, wailing the ruin of the country and the loss of the family, resisting the bullying of the enemy's iron hooves, and advancing the unity of the people who defend the family and the country.

This history that has been reviewed in peace is like a bronze mirror polished by the skillful hands of time, looking at the dusty past, looking at the reality in the confusion, and looking up at the dream future.

History cannot be changed, history cannot be escaped, history can only be remembered, let us cherish that eternal peace.

Chapter 3: History.

Countless minutes, seconds, and seconds.

A flash of eyelids.

How much excitement and sadness were splashed.

Tired of becoming a long day.

Flashes one after the other.

A mighty torrent was formed.

A flood of dreams.

Sometimes a flash.

A powerful swirl is formed.

Spin in the brain.

Sometimes almost neurological epilepsy.

And then slowly.

The sea and the sky have become white clouds and blue sky.

After a long time, I occasionally opened it.

Form a magnificent picture.

You can't help but exclaim.

A flash of streak of countless people.

Countless classics.

Condensed into a sky full of stars, twinkling and twinkling.

It has been a long time to form countless galaxies in an effort to swell and swell.

Rising to the limits of the universe.

Later, people became full of footprints.

Searching for and looking for but never finding the beginning of humanity.

Or even find it.

I also melt into the stars again.

I don't know.

Which space do you belong to?

1. In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned. But to make the dragon city fly will not teach Humadu Yin Mountain. - Out of the Stopper" (Tang Dynasty Wang Changling).

2. The Jinjiang River is green in the west, and the lychees in the new rain mountain are ripe. There are many restaurants on the side of the bridge, who do tourists love to stay at? - Chengdu Qu (Tang Pei Pei Dynasty Zhang Ji).

3. Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death. - Min Nong (Tang Dynasty Li Shen).

4. Between the white emperor and the clouds, thousands of miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day. The sound of apes on both sides of the strait is endless, and the light boat has passed over the ten thousand mountains. - Early White Emperor City (Tang Dynasty Li Bai).

5. Thousands of hammers are knocked out of the deep mountains, and the fire is burned as if it is idle. Regardless of the broken bones, he wants to leave his innocence in the world. - Yong Lime (Ming Dynasty Yu Qian).

6, Kyushu is angry and thunderous, and thousands of horses are sad. I advise the heavenly prince to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern. - Miscellaneous Poems (Gong Zuo of the Qing Dynasty).

7. Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold mountains and snow. - Jiang Xue (Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty).

8. Shengri is looking for Fangsi waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new. Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring. - Spring Day (Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty).

9, why don't the men take Wu Hook and collect Guanshan Fifty Rolling Defeat State. Please go to Lingyan Pavilion temporarily, if you are a scholar and a marquis. - South Park (Tang Dynasty Li He).

10, Mo Dao's slander is like a deep wave, and Mo Dao's relocation is like a sinking sand. Although it is hard to find thousands of waters, the sand is blown away and the gold is reached. ——Waves and sands" (Tang Peibei only towards Liu Yuxi).

What are you doing?We wrote essays and learned about Chinese flowers

You Guoen's "History of Chinese Literature" has an introduction.

There is the tenacity of the Nile waves to wash the wasteland.

in a brick. There is the majesty of the Great Wall winding for thousands of miles.

In a lily.

There is a pity that the hanging garden collapsed.

In a teardrop.

There is the mourning of the reincarnation of the Wailing Wall of the Holy City.

In one footprint.

There is the swimming crossing of Xuanzang's persistents.

In a prayer.

There was the hesitation of Mecca.

A piece of bamboo slip.

There is Confucius's tireless search.

A light kiss.

There is Plato's ideal of the future.

In a bush of weeds.

There is the sorrow of the humiliation of the Old Summer Palace.

A wisp of gunsmoke.

There is the despair of the fall of ancient Rome.

In a bunch of torches.

There is the sacredness of the Olympia Spark.

A grain of yellow sand.

There are thousands of years of vicissitudes of the pyramid.

In a broken wall that broke out of the ground.

There is the pain of the annihilation of Babylon.

In a poplar tree that has been dried for thousands of years.

There is the former glory of Guloulan.

For whom the alarm bell is ringing.

I don't know.

Who understands the historical feelings.

Looking forward to growing old with the living.

Qin Shi Mingyue Han Shi Guan.

The Long March has not yet been returned.

140,000 people were disarmed.

None of them were men.

Yuan Dynasty composer Zhang Yanghao's "Hillside Sheep Tong Care Ancient".

The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on the surface of Tongguan Road.

Looking at the western capital, the intention hesitated.

Sad Qin and Han Dynasty meridians, the palace has been made of soil.

Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer.

Dance, poetry, large-scale opera, Dongfang Hong, March of the Volunteers, national anthem.......

In the history of literary development, poetry appeared at the earliest, and in the period of the origin of art, poetry and dance were often integrated.

Later, poetry gradually developed into an independent art form. In ancient China, those who did not fit in with music were called poems, and those who were in harmony with music were called songs, and now they are generally referred to as poems. One of the earliest poetry collections in China is the Book of Songs, which was produced from the early Western Zhou Dynasty (11th century BC), down to the middle of the Spring and Autumn Period (6th century BC), and finally compiled in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Qu Yuan, the first outstanding poet in the history of Chinese literature, wrote the earliest long lyric poem "Lisao" in ancient times. "The Book of Songs" is the source of realist poetry in China, and "Lisao" has created a precedent for romantic poetry in China. The earliest literary works that have survived in the West to this day are the Homeric epics of ancient Greece, namely the Iliad and the Odyssey, which were born around the 8th century BC, and had a great influence on the development of later poetry.