Excerpts from beautiful ancient poems 1
1 By the Ruoye River, I hate the evening of spring, and the singing of birds is extinguished. Jie Pei Lingbo, no one is there, talking about Guanwa Palace. In the hundred-foot tower, thousands of people are singing and singing, even though their skin is like snow. They all returned to the loess, and now only the bright moon remains. It is a pity that Wu Xiang is a barbarian, and his loyal words are so bold that it is difficult to break the knot between his eyebrows. Xizi has many sentiments in his sleeves, and the overlord’s heroism is exhausted. Three thousand Yue Jia, a beautiful woman smiles, and the mountains and rivers weep with blood. On the boat on the five lakes, looking for fragrance does not wait for the festival. "Niannujiao Xizi"
2 Snow waves and silver waves dance in the clouds. The moonlight is exquisite, and the green grass is lost in the spring road. No matter how worried he was, he frowned, and his heart was filled with jealousy for a moment. The dream rolls under the rain curtain and the wind secretly watches. The willow shadows are hazy, and the pink catkins stick to the flower mist. No more new worries and anger, my eyes are bright and I look forward to showing mercy. "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
3 Silk threads, twisting and twisting, the wind and rain go away. It's better not to see each other than to meet each other, and even harder to leave. You should know the loneliness deeply, how can you resist him and cherish the flowers. Since I fell down, I am really sad, and I am afraid that I will have no words to say goodbye. The weeping poplars and catkins on both sides of the bank are so interesting, but the sound of cuckoos remains bitter. I shed tears all over the pavilion, watching the sunset alone. The plantain trees are drizzled again, chasing duckweeds, sour and tender. What’s more, I sigh, how many things have gone wrong and let me down! "Slow Voice·Hate"
4 The breeze blows on my face, the drizzle begins to clear, and the green leaves of the lotus pond are full of leaves. When you compete to see Lotus open, who are you competing with to see it appear? The dragonfly has already stood up and wants to speak. You should know that she is out of the mud. When you are drunk and dancing, you are joyful, and a faint fragrance follows you. Swallows fly across the water, only looking forward to the setting sun's shadow on the red cups. If you miss the past, you may become a dream again. My heart can't stand to be left out, the moon is not round, and my tears are everywhere. When I asked where I was going, I couldn't bear to see the boat leaving the shore. "Slow Voice·Love"
The pavilion is locked in the autumn of 50 years, the moss in front of the steps is quiet, and the curtains are rolled up with sadness; the fragrant ink sighs softly, and the heart is soft, and the words are still wanting to say; the flowing water ruthlessly falls the flowers While swimming, I first felt the spring sky, my eyes filled with pink tears; I looked thin in the flower mirror, longing for thoughts and lingering hatred. "A Cut of Plum Blossoms"
6 The reds and greens fade away, the plum blossoms are withered and round and broken, and the remaining lotuses in several acres are fragrant and cold. The wild geese fly away in the summer, the rain falls thousands of times, and the mandarin ducks disappear without a trace. The lotus flies are misty, the cicadas are mournful, and the autumn pond in the half garden is a sad scene. Poor jade dew spreads in the west wind, the green clouds go away, leaving only clear dreams. "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Autumn Lotus"
7 A branch of Lingxue is particularly pretty, with a subtle cold fragrance. Jade dew smokes the slanted temples, and the pear is not proud of itself. The sparse shadows across the windows are steep, laughing in the snow and ringing bells. The three lanes are bright, and the words are pearls and the moon is looking out, and you will take a picture with someone. Excerpts 2 of beautiful ancient poems from "Plum Blossoms in the Rain"
"Qingqiu Night"
Qingqiu rain clouds blow the gauze,
The breeze slowly drags the Milky Way.
The particles in the Milky Way are like starlight,
The flickering lights illuminate the world.
"Looking at the Moon and Feelings"
The clear breeze and bright moonlight have stagnated in the sky,
When the good time and beautiful scenery are in vain.
The journey back home was full of pride,
Afterwards, several people warned me about the desolation.
"Small Bridge in the South of the Yangtze River"
The beautiful water has risen, and the bridge hole is slightly cool.
The drizzle is like smoke, and pedestrians on the bridge hold umbrellas in the air.
The red cotton blossoms on the other side are better than the setting sun.
Swifts come and go in a hurry, a gust of wind,
The flute sounds intermittently.
"Ode to the South of the Yangtze River"
In the middle of the blue water tower, smoke and fish,
A tall tower stands in the center.
Green weeping willows are planted in two or three,
For whom they are scattered, and for whom they bloom.
《Flowers》
The chrysanthemums are caged in light smoke,
The slightest bit of rain brews spring green.
The purple pansy reveals a true gentleman,
It is as big as a peony but luxurious.
"Sad Wine Glass"
The rain falls on the river at dusk,
The idiot walks alone and never returns.
It is even later to drink and disperse in the pavilion,
The smoke and willows are removed from the ten-mile embankment.
"Xiang Chu"
The overlord broke through the formation and swallowed the mountains and rivers,
The unparalleled love in the world was full of tears.
An elegiac song is the moon over the Wujiang River,
Thousands of miles of territory and blowing snow.
《Examination Thoughts》
The cold night is hanging,
The figures are dotted with stars.
The scholar sat in front of the stage,
A faint cold wave arose.
"The Love"
The green mountains will never change,
The green mountains will flow eastward.
Every day travels thousands of miles,
My thoughts are far away.
《Youth Travel》
I will meet you in Gusu.
Everyone is leaning against the river.
There is little free space in the ancient palace,
There are many water lanes and small bridges.
"Tao Lian Zi"
The sparrows are singing, and the clouds are flat at dusk.
The shadow outside the silent building of Lengyue.
The ivy clings to the beautiful water,
The light rain is clear and cool.
"Night Rain"
Night travel on the river in mist and rain,
Dreams in the dim pavilion are broken.
Old love is infinitely sad,
Although people die, they will not stop talking.
"Dream Return"
All the flowers have fallen away, leaving behind their dark fragrance,
A ripple of the Pingjiang River returns.
Looking up at the lone star with sparkling tears,
The dream of the waning moon in the water is fragmented.
Passionate people are always annoyed by ruthlessness.
Wine is the true answer to songs.
《North》
The cold wind howls wildly in the twelfth lunar month,
The decaying mounds and barren tombs look sad.
Lonely and slender, there is a flowing spring,
A solitary guest flies under the dim sky.
The south of the Yangtze River has been green and lush for thousands of years.
《Snow Country Style》
The snow falls in Penglai and the cherry blossoms are red.
The appearance of the country resembles Guanghan Palace.
There is water in a thousand rivers and a moon in a thousand rivers,
There is a hiss in the air.
《Empty Spirit》
The water mist is cold and still heavy with smoke,
The lights of thousands of houses are ethereal.
Sentiment is half the sadness of parting,
The sorrow of ambition is always in youth.
"Song of a Friend"
After all the words and oaths,
The exquisite ice and snow intoxicated the beautiful woman.
Ten thousand taels of gold are easy to get,
It is the hardest to find a confidant in the world. Excerpts 3 of beautiful ancient poems
1. When you are drunk, you will know that the wine is strong, and when you wake up, you will know that your dreams are empty. It turns out that it is also a kind of pain to watch the withered flowers.
2. Whose love of life and death is depicted in the scroll of mortal world? In the end, she could only keep her unchanged appearance for a thousand years.
3. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn. ——Yan Shu's "Magpies Stepping on the Branches"
4. The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is rising lightly.
5. Sing loudly when you gain and rest when you lose. There is sorrow and hatred for a long time. There is wine today and you will be drunk today. You will be worried tomorrow.
6. That unforgettable promise, who made the sound to rain at that moment.
7. I stood alone at the edge of the clouds and water, looking at you, the one I couldn’t ask for, and frostbitten Upala flowers bloomed in my palms. I have sung such a song all my life, waiting for you to come and join me quietly after all the luster has faded.
8. You never looked back at me, but I always smiled at you.
9. The boundless sky of Han Dynasty holds the prosperity and sorrow, and between the curved eyebrows, destiny is destined to become the past.
10. There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of power, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession.
11. Whoever writes a pen can only remember the past and the past years.
12. The love is stronger, the fate is like the wind, the brocade is slightly cold, the green sleeves condense the cold and help the sick moon face.
Thirteen. There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. - Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House"
14. The lamps and flowers were injured, and they fell to the ground and turned into ashes. Where they returned, the green mountains were wandering in the clouds and mist.
15. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall.
16. The stars look like they are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun. ——Huang Jingren's "One of Two Qihuai Poems"
17. The bell hangs under the eaves, and the eaves are guarded by the bells, but the bells don't know it; the wind moves the heart of the bells, and the bells are wind songs, and the wind doesn't understand it; the world says , The most ruthless thing is like the wind passing by; I say, what's wrong with the stupid wind!
18. If I had spoken first, would the days still flow smoothly?
19. Look at the waves of clouds under the cliff rising and disappearing, while the wind on the cliff is rustling, and the pear blossoms are still like It fell the same way that year.
20. Man and heaven are in two empty spaces. How can we forget each other, how can we laugh and be startled. Excerpts 4 of beautiful ancient poems
1. The clouds are flying and the mist is scattered, the jade is broken and the jade is broken. I can’t see all the different ways, but I can’t help but sigh.
2. The fate of the world is always like water, and tears are rarely needed. How can we spend a lifetime of love? Don't be sentimental, for love will hurt yourself.
3. If you don’t look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger.
4. Whoever accepts someone’s calamity becomes someone’s obsession.
5. Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch from generation to generation; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed.
6. Did you know that the bright moon shining on the water was not the time when we met, and we met each other too late in the world.
7. If you act wild, I will accompany you with wine in this life.
8. The past covered by the passing years, passing by, hastily turned into a trace of sadness.
9. The dust is crushed in an instant, like nothingness, and the bamboo leaves are brewed with bitterness.
10. The moonlight is in the air, the peach blossoms in the mirror are bright, and the castanets are red and sandalwood.
11. Thousands of mountains hate to leave, and Qingshang Miaomiao is gone.
12. Turn around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the passing snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you save me in the next life?
13. Now that the green silk is tied up and I listen to the bamboo bells, I feel as if I have not heard the sigh of another life.
14. The fog cleared and I woke up from the dream. I finally saw the reality, which was the silence after thousands of sails had passed.
15. All kinds of stories are nothing but love. Yi Shui people go, the bright moon is like frost. Excerpts 5 of beautiful ancient poems
"The Language of Flowers"
Flowers are different every year, but people are similar every year.
Drinking wine at night with the moonlight, lying drunk with thoughts waiting for dawn.
It’s another new year, and I’m counting the sunset with my fingertips.
Frost and snow cover the scene to welcome the spring, and the sound of firecrackers fills the air with traces of the past.
"Shy Jiao Yang"
The Han River is vast, and the twilight has been closing for several days.
Suddenly there is a light cold rain, and the sky is blue and clear.
When the soul is happy, the enchanting smoke rises,
It is not a peak fire tower, covering the clouds and blocking the sun.
The government orders are as harsh as mountains, and people cover their ears and eyes during work.
There is thick smoke all the way, and there are ghosts when walking at night.
There is no sunny day in the morning, and man-made haze is everywhere.
The superiors and subordinates have plans, and the Dongcheng River is filled with fog.
"Looking to the West"
My thoughts are gone, and outside the frozen cold window, I have seen the world of mortals and my thin eyebrows are burning with feelings, just waiting for spring to come and the flowers to bloom.
Birds fly to the west nest, thousands of branches wither, and clouds roll in and mist surges withered birds, asking if they have ever come back after being lost.
"Flying Snow Leaves No Trace"
Several flowers whisper in the cold wind, countless drops of frost tears dye the floating dust, dead branches shake the residual snow, filling the ruts and passing through the years without leaving a trace.
Good nights accompany spring sleep several times, and the weeping willows blow in the Qingming Festival, and a southern swallow sings late. It is a cold September day, and the chrysanthemums are looking forward to the coming year.
As winter goes and spring comes, flowers bloom all over the ground, the falling snow reflects the good harvest, the wheat is fattened by laughter, bees pick yellow flowers to welcome flying swallows, and a locust tree blooms again.