Poems about Tang Ming. Poems about Lin Zhongxian
Shi Gushong (Han Yu)
I often take this picture off the stone drum and advise me to try to make a stone drum song.
Du Fu is gone. Li Bai is dead. What can my poor talent do for Shigu? .
When the power of the Zhou Dynasty was weak and people's grievances in China were boiling, Emperor Xuandi was furious and waved his sacred spear.
And open his big audience, accept all the tributes, and kings and lords come before him with sonorous weapons.
Yu Qi Yang Cheng Xiong Jun, birds and animals fall three thousand li.
This feat was recorded to inform the next generation, chiseling stones to make drums.
Poets and craftsmen, all the first steps, creation and chisel-set in the mountains.
It's raining, moxibustion, wildfire burning, ghosts guarding you. oh
Where will he find the trace on this paper? Loyal to the original, without changing a hair.
The meaning is deep, the phrase is obscure and difficult to read, and the style of the characters is neither square nor tadpole-shaped.
Time has not conquered the beauty of these letters, and the sword is sharp.
Like a phoenix dance, like an angel hovering down, like a jade coral tree with staggered branches.
Golden rope and iron rope lock Niuzhuang, like a fragrant tripod thrown into the sea, like a dragon sky.
Historians forgot to collect these ancient poems in order to make the music songs of the two books more colorful and compelling.
Confucius traveled in the west, but not to Qin. He chose our planet and stars, but missed the sun and the moon.
It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I can't help crying when I think of these beautiful things.
I remember that when I was awarded the highest degree, it was the first year of Yuanhe.
A friend of mine, who was in the western camp at that time, offered to help me remove these ancient relics.
I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then made a request to the headmaster, stressing to him the rarity of these most precious things.
They can be wrapped in blankets and packed in boxes. Ten barrels can only hold a few camels.
Like a high incense burner, add luster to the palace, otherwise their brilliance and value will increase by a hundredfold.
If the monarch shows them to universities, students can study them and decipher them without doubt.
Many people, attracted to the cultural capital, will soon gather from all corners of the empire.
We can wash the moss, pick out the dirt, restore the original surface and put them in a suitable and safe place forever.
Covered by a huge building with a wide eaves, where they won't suffer as before.
But government officials are used to it. Please be grateful to me.
So the shepherd boy beat the drums to make a fire, and the cows polished their horns on it, and no one dealt with them devoutly.
Still aging and rotting, they may be erased soon. For six years, I have been sighing for them and singing to the west.
The familiar handwriting of Wang Xizhi, although beautiful, can have several pages, only for a few white geese.
But now, eight generations after the week, all the wars are over, why doesn't anyone care about these drums?
The empire is peaceful, the government is free, poets are respected again, Confucianism and men.
Anneng is still on the list, and it really needs an eloquent flow, just like a cataract.
But, alas, my voice, in my song of stone drums, turned into a pleading voice choked by my own tears.
2. Poems about swans
"Send Zhang Zhongzong and Ji to Fujian" (Chen)
Swan is not a group, but also has a long mouth.
I made a moon shadow in Hebei last year and met Jiangnan Cloud this year.
Returning home is not as cold as Ling Tao, and festivals are as effective as diligence.
When the sky is clear, the emperor's reflection and mysterious hair are sent to Mingjiang.
The fallen petal in front of the boat comforts the wild old man, and Pukou Du Ruo worries about Xiang Army.
From a distance, a poem has become a messenger, and Wan Li should see it in spring.
How dare you give your words to others, but you can't bear to talk to others.
Although Laoshan is good, be careful not to cross the line. I'm afraid I won't be able to help Wen.
Rhyme again (Huang Tingjian)
Qiong Qi throws a ball to the north, and a swan stops at the corner of the hillside.
I was enchanted and surrounded by birds.
There is no mustard in the Tao, and learning should be done.
Don't chop off the ape's feet, wait for the building.
3. Friendship poems
All men are brothers, who is a passer-by? Four other poems by Han Anonymous
After all, the world is just a small place. Ren Zhoushu of Du Shaofu, Wang Bo.
Make friends with each other, why do you want to be close to each other? Elegant songs in Han Yuefu
The giant sings and the tortoise responds, and the rabbit dies and the fox is sad. Tian Ming Yi Heng's Jade Smile Zero Tone
A passenger is always full, but a bottle is not empty. Kong Rong's Poems
Don't hurt the roots when picking sunflower, because it won't grow. You can't make friends without shame. Anonymous ancient poems of Han dynasty
The number of thin hands need not be counted. However, you see, the ancient Guan Zhong, the rich and poor gentleman's Bao Shuya, was abandoned like dirt. -Du Fu Poor Bank of Communications
When you leave Wan Li, you will find good friends on the way. I got drunk without saying anything, and I won't have another drink.
After ten days' rest, friends are like clouds; Welcome to the wedding. -Wang Bo's "The Farewell Preface of Qiu Teng Wang Ge"
There is no distinction between old and young in life, first of all, we must be in tune. -Du Fu's "Walking Home"