1. Cai Wei
Cai Wei, Cai Wei, Wei is also called stop. I said I would return to my home, and I did not stop at any age. The reason for this is that the family has no room or home, and the name of the tribe (yǔn) has been changed to "" (xiǎn). No time (huáng) to start living, long-snout name of the reason. Cai Wei Cai Wei, Wei also soft stop. The heart is also worried (yōu). Worrying about the heart intense, load (zài) hunger and thirst. My garrison is not yet finalized, and I am not going to make it possible to return to the recruitment (pìn). I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it back. When I say "return", I say "return", but the year also stops at the sun. The king's affairs are covered by sprinkled pot, and there is no time to get started. Worry about the hole guilt, I line not come! What is it? I'm not going to be able to make it. What are the roads? A gentleman's chariot. The military chariot is now in motion, and the four peasants are working hard. How dare you settle down? The month of January is a month of three successes. The four peasants are all in a state of aggrandizement. The four peasants are what a gentleman relies on, but what a villain is féi. The four peasants are the wings of the elephant and the fish are the clothes of the mǐ. Is it not a day's warning? The long-snout dog has a hole in its throat! In the past, when I went back, the willows were still clinging to me. Now I am thinking of the rain and snow falling. The road is late, and I am thirsty and hungry. My heart is sad, and no one knows my sorrow!
2. Rats
Shuo rats ①Suo rats, no food my millet! I'm not sure how much I'll be able to take care of my daughter, who is three years old. I'm not sure if I'm willing to take care of it, but I'm going to take it to the right place. I'm happy to have a place in paradise. The rats and mice have not eaten my millet! I'm not willing to take care of my three-year-old daughter. I'm going to the land of paradise. I've got my own place in Rakugo (6). The rats and mice have not eaten my seedlings! The girl is three years old, but I am not willing to do anything about it. I'm going to Lekuo, where I'm going to die. Who's going to be in Lejiao, and who's going to be in Lejiao forever?
3, cheap
reed (jiān jiā) pale, white dew for frost. The so-called Iren, in the water side. Trace (sù) migrate (huí) from the road, the road is blocked and long; Trace swim from the, just like in the middle of the water. The reed grows luxuriantly, and the white dew is not yet dry. The so-called Iren, in the water of the river (méi). The first thing you need to do is to go back and forth, and then you have to go back and forth, and then you have to go back and forth, and then you have to go back and forth, and then you have to go back and forth, and then you have to go back and forth, and then you have to go back and forth. The reed is growing, and the white dew has not yet appeared. The so-called Iren, in the water of the river bank (sì). The road is blocked and right; back to swim from the islet (zhǐ), like in the water.
4. Guan Ju
Guan Ju (1), on the river's continent (2). My fair lady (3), the gentleman's good marquee (4). Guan Ju Palace
The Nymphoides peltatum (5), the left and right flow of the (6). The fair lady is a woman who seeks her own (7) at any time of the day or night. If you can't find it, you'll be able to serve it at any time (8). The leisurely and leisurely (9), tossing and turning (10). The yellow floating heart is picked from the left and the right. My fair lady, the qin and the sepulchre. The floating heartlily, when it is in the right or left hand (12). A fair lady, the music of bells and drums.
Tang Poetry
1, will enter the wine
Li Bai
You do not see that the Yellow River water comes from the sky and never returns to the sea? Don't you see the sad gray hair in the mirror in the high hall, like a green silk becoming snow in the twilight? If you are born to be useful, a thousand pieces of gold will be scattered and come back again. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is a pleasure, and I will drink 300 cups in one go. Cen Fu Zi, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, the cup will not stop. I will sing a song with you, please listen for me. I wish to be drunk for a long time and never wake up again. All the sages of the past are lonely, but only the drinkers have left their names. In the old days, when King Chen feasted at Pingle, he drank 10,000 cups of wine and made merry. Why did the master say that he had little money? He had to sell the wine to you. I've got a horse with five flowers and a thousand furs of gold, and I'm going to call my son for a glass of wine, so that I can share the sorrows of the ages with him.
2. Difficulty in traveling
Li Bai
The wine in the golden bottle is 10,000 buckets (1), and the jade plate is 10,000 coins (2), so I can't eat without a cup and an chopsticks. I can't eat without stopping my cup and throwing my chopsticks, and I look around with my sword drawn in disbelief! I want to cross the Yellow River, the ice is blocking the river, and I will climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. I am idle in fishing on the blue stream (3), but suddenly I am in a boat dreaming of the sun. The road is difficult! It is difficult to travel! Where are you now? The long wind will break the waves sometimes (4), hanging straight on the cloud sails to help the sea.
3. Jinser
Li Shangyin
Jinser has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column thinking of Chinese years.
The Zhuangsheng Xiao dream of butterflies, the Emperor's spring heart to cuckoo.
There are tears in the moon of the ocean, and smoke in the warmth of the blue field.
This love can be recalled, but at that time it was already lost.
4. Untitled
Li Shangyin
It's hard to say goodbye when you see each other, and the east wind has no power to make the flowers disappear.
The silk worm is not exhausted until it dies, and the wax torch is not dry until it turns to ashes.
The mirror in the morning, but worried about the cloud sideburns change, night chanting should feel the moonlight cold.
There are no more roads to Pengshan, and the green birds are eager to visit.
Song Lyrics
1, Jiangchengzi
Su Shi
Ten years of life and death, not to think about it, since the unforgettable.
There is no place to talk about the bleakness of a thousand miles of lonely graves.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, but our faces are full of dust and our temples are like frost.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry to get back to her hometown, and I've never been able to do that.
There are no words for us, only tears.
It is expected that every year, the heart will be broken, the night of the bright moon, the short pine tree.
2, Jiangchengzi. Mizhou hunting (Song Su Shi)
The old man chat hair young man wild. The left hand yellow, the right Prime Cang, brocade hat and sable fur, a thousand riders rolled Pinggang.
In order to pay back the city with the governor, personally shoot the tiger, see Sunlang.
I am so drunk that I am still open to the world. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
I will draw my bow like the full moon, and look to the northwest to shoot the wolf.
3, cut the plum
Southern Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao
Red coupling incense residue jade mushrooms in the autumn, light to remove the clothes, alone on the orchid boat.
Who sends a brocade letter in the clouds?
When the geese returned, the moon was full in the west tower.
The flowers are drifting away from the water.
One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of idle sorrow.
There is no way to get rid of this feeling.
It's only when I'm down, but I'm up.
4, the sound of slow
Li Qingzhao
searching, cold and quiet, miserable and miserable.
The first warm and cold time, the most difficult to rest.
How can I beat the winds of the evening?
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.
The yellow flowers are piling up all over the place, and they are haggard, so who can pick them now?
How can I get to the darkness alone?
The sycamore is also a fine rain, to dusk, dots and dashes.
This time, how can I say the word "sad"?
Yuan Songs
1, Autumn Thoughts Ma Zhiyuan
Dying vines, old trees and crows, small bridges and flowing homes. The old road, the west wind, the thin horses, the setting sun, the broken hearted people are at the end of the world.
2. Drunken Peace
Zhang Kejiu
Everyone is afraid of the embarrassment of life, who does not see the money pro?
Crystal ring into the batter basin, only to dip sticky will roll.
The article has been pasted into a hoard of money, and the doorway has been transformed into an enchantment.
Clean and honesty were put into the sleeping wontons, and the huulu was poured down steadily!
3, [two tones] sudden rain hit the new lotus - green leaves shade thick Jin Yuan Hao Wen green leaves shade thick, all over the pond pavilion water pavilion, prefer to take advantage of the cool more. The pomegranate is in bloom, and all the clusters are red. The swallow and the warbler are talking to each other, and the willow and the cicadas are singing in tune with each other. After the sudden rain, the pearls are scattered and grits are beaten all over the new lotus. How many hundred years are there in life? I'm not going to let the good time and beauty pass me by. The poor will be settled before, why do you have to make a lot of trouble. I'd like to invite my friends to enjoy it, and I'd like to drink and sing to the beautiful bottles. And get drunk, let him two rounds of the sun and the moon, come and go like a shuttle.
4, Luzhong? Red Embroidered Shoes?
Zhang Kejiu
One or two words of white geese in the sky, hundreds of thousands of buildings outside the green hills.
It is easy to say goodbye to the king, but hard to send a letter.
The willows and the flowers are all in a state of blossom, the clouds and the moon are all in a state of blossom.
The world's most beautiful city is Chang'an, and the world's most beautiful city is Chang'an.
Modern Poetry
1. Farewell to Kangqiao
Xu Zhimo
Gently I left, just as I gently came; I gently waved, bidding farewell to the clouds of the western sky. The golden willows along the river are the brides of the setting sun; the colorful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. The green floating pelt on the soft mud beckons under the water: in the soft waves of the Kanghe River, I am willing to be a water plant! The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, crumbled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream. Looking for a dream? Take a long pole, and roam towards the greener grass, and carry a boat full of starlight, and sing in the splendor of the starlight. But I can't sing, the silence is the psalm of parting; the summer insects are silent for me, the silence is the Kangqiao tonight! I'm leaving quietly, just as I came quietly; I wave my sleeve, not taking away a cloud.
2. The Joy of Snowflakes
Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake, fluttering and dashing in mid-air, I would surely recognize my direction -- soaring, soaring, soaring, soaring, soaring -- the ground has my direction. The ground has my direction. Not to the cold and lonely valleys, not to the bleak foothills, not to the deserted streets of despair-- Soaring, soaring, soaring, soaring-- You see, I have my direction! I fluttered in the air, and, recognizing the secluded dwelling, waited for her to come and visit me in the garden-- Soaring, soaring, soaring-- Ah, she had the fragrance of the cinnabar-plum on her! At that time, by virtue of my lightness of body, I dabbled in her lapel, close to her soft wave-like heart - dissolved, dissolved, dissolved - dissolved into her soft wave-like heart!
3. The Broken Chapter
Bian Zhilin
You are standing on a bridge looking at the scenery, and the viewer is looking at you from upstairs. The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams.
4, Dayan River - my nanny
Ai Qing
Dayan (yan 4 sound) River, is my nanny. Her name is the name of the village where she was born, and she is a child bride, the Dayan River, is my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; I am also the son of the Dayan River, who grew up on the milk of the River. The Dayan River raised her family by raising me, and I was raised by eating your milk, O Dayan River, my nanny. Dayan River, today when I see snow it reminds me of you: your grass-covered grave pressed by snow, the dead wafers on the gable of your closed home, the one-square-foot garden that has been seized, and the mossy stone chairs in front of your door, Dayan River, today when I see snow it reminds me of you. You took me in your arms and caressed me with your thick palms; after you had built the fire, after you had patted the charcoal dust from your apron, after you had tasted that the rice was cooked, after you had put the dark bowl of sauce on the dark table, after you had mended your sons' clothes torn by the thorns of the hillside, after you had wrapped the hands of your children cut by the woodchipper, after you had snuffed out the lice on your husband's shirt, one by one, and then, when you were done, you took me to your house, and I was able to see you. After you had strangled the lice from your children's shirts, after you had picked up the first egg of the day, you took me in your arms and caressed me with your big, thick palms. I am the son of a landowner, and after I ate all your milk from the Dayan River, I was taken back to my own home by the parents who gave me birth. Ah, Dayan River, why are you crying? I'm a new guest in my parents' house! I touched the red lacquered and carved furniture, I touched the golden patterns on my parents' bed, I stared at the plaque on the eaves that I didn't recognize, I touched the silk and shell buttons on my new clothes, I looked at my sister whom I didn't know in my mother's arms, I sat on the painted kangstool with the fire bowl, and I ate the rice that had been polished thrice, but I didn't want to be a guest. I sat on a painted bedstead with a fireplace mantle, I ate rice that had been polished three times, but I was so coy and uneasy! Because I've become a new guest in my parents' house. Dayanhe, for the sake of life, after she had exhausted her milk, began to labor with the arms that had held me; with a smile she washed our clothes, with a smile she carried the vegetable basket to the frozen pond by the village, with a smile she sliced the turnips with ice chips, with a smile she pulled out the wheat lees for the pigs with her hands, with a smile she fanned the fire of the stove for the stew, with a smile she carried the dustpan to the plaza to dry the soybeans and the wheat, and with a smile she carried the soybeans and the wheat. The River Weir, for the sake of life, after she had drained her lotion, she worked with her arms over me. Dayanhe, who loved her baby; for whom she was busy slicing sugar from the winter rice during the festivals; for whom she used to walk quietly to her house at the edge of the village; for whom she called "Mom" when she came to her side; for whom she put his painting of Guan Yunchang in red and green on the wall beside the stove; for whom she used to praise her baby to her neighbors; for whom she used to be an actress; for whom she used to be an actress; for whom she used to be an artist; for whom she used to be a woman; for whom she used to be a woman of the world; for whom she used to be a woman of the world; for whom she used to be a woman of the world. Dayanhe had a dream she couldn't tell anyone: in the dream, she ate her breast's wedding wine, sat on a brilliantly colored hall, and her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law." ...... The River Weir, in love with her baby! Weir River died before she woke up from her dream. When she died, her baby was not beside her; when she died, her husband, who usually scolded her, wept for her; each of her five sons wept sadly; when she died, she softly called out the name of her baby; Dayanhe was dead; when she died, her baby was not beside her. The River Weir went away with tears in her eyes! With forty years of abuse in human life, with the endless misery of slavery, with a four-dollar coffin and a few bundles of straw, with a few feet of land to bury the coffin, with a handful of ashes of paper money, Dayanhe went away with tears in her eyes. This is what Dayanhe didn't know: her drunken husband had died, her eldest son had become a bandit, her second had died in the smoke of artillery fire, and her third, fourth, and fifth had lived their lives amidst the scolding of their masters and landlords. As for me, I was writing a curse on this unjust world. When I return to my native land after my long wanderings, in the hillsides and fields, the brothers meet more intimately than they did six or seven years ago! This, this is for you, the quietly sleeping River Weir does not know! The River Weir! Today, your breasts are in prison, writing a hymn to you, to your purple soul under the yellow earth, to the straight outstretched hands with which you have embraced me, to the lips that have kissed me, to the gentle face of the black of clay, to the breasts with which you have nourished me, to your sons, to my brothers, to all the earth, to my weir-like nannies and their sons, to the Weir, who has loved me as if I were her own son. The weir that loves me as her own son. Weir, I am your son who grew up on your milk, and I honor you and love you!