Poems about the Ming Dynasty 1. Ancient poems about the Ming Dynasty
Mature stage
Visit Shaolin Temple
Staff disciples climb Shaolin, and the mountains are chaotic and cloudy.
The color of pine and fir is as real as a photo, and the birds sing in Sanskrit.
Nine years, ridiculous, lazy ancestors, peace of mind.
A song came to an end in the west, and snow has mushroomed so far.
[Ming] Zhu Heng
Stay in Shaolin Temple
The ancestors opened here, and the fragrant platform was empty.
Shuangquan River, five-leaf scattered bead forest.
The bell is fixed on Zen and dusk, and the mountain is cold and the pagoda is cloudy.
Empty hall for a month, once printed reed heart.
[Ming] Huang Hui
The second ancestor of Feng.
The sound of vines is full of autumn, and the green bowl in Feng Wan is closed.
The birds in the shaft are empty mountains, and the rivers and lakes are flowing through the world.
Stone anger throws a lion, and the tower spirit is high.
Seeing the catastrophe for so long, who is the real monk?
[Ming] Li Mengyang
Shaolin Temple
Deep valleys in the forest, tourists enter, and bell leaves fall in autumn.
Smoke curled up at the bottom of the stone stream, and mountains piled up in the pine windows.
In the Tang Dynasty, the inscriptions on China stone tablets were stripped of moss, while tigers were crying, apes were screaming and lanterns were red.
Sitting alone thinking about dust, I will go to the East next month.
[Ming] Li Mengyang
Stay in Shaolin Temple.
Bells are ringing in the mountains, and tourists in the ancient temple are tired in late autumn.
Monks have a broken face, but people don't ride cranes, so blowing sheng.
The cold makes the wood wind make a symphony, and the moon is white.
Tintin was ashamed of his overwork, lying in bed listening to the sound of chopping wood in the morning.
[Ming] Li Changqi
Visit Shaolin Temple
There are many roads from Shaolin to Qingji.
You are successful for half your life, but you should practice it often.
Far-sighted, eccentric is still exposed.
Looking up at the distance, it feels crazy.
Pu Feng turns over and Ai Se invades the collar.
He offered sacrifices to the monks and drank water from the well.
I chose Xiangxiang and made an ancient tripod as a gift.
Beyond the past, I am a teacher, and I am in harmony with silence.
And leave this immortal shadow on the flaky.
Although Zhu Xia is different, they are all very expensive and can save a lot.
Cold cliffs may sit apart, and meditation will finish the scenery.
[Ming] Huang Hongxian
You are the second ancestor in the rain.
All the way to the sunset, the rocks are oblique.
Lonely clouds give birth to sticks and shoes, and drizzle wets the cassock.
The ancient well meets two cypresses, and the smoke scatters five flowers.
When did you quit Xuanmian to study cinnabar here?
[Ming] Huang Hongxian
Youdamo face wall cave
Nie to Cen, a thousand peaks and shadows.
Lotus green, fragrant grass and deep white clouds.
The cave returns to the charming path, and the altar is empty in Sanskrit.
Look at the wall and talk about it.
[Ming] Yuan Hongdao
Wang songshao
The guests walked all the way to Taihang Mountain, where they saw trees, mountains and green flowers.
It is expected that someone will laugh on the mountain and the world of mortals will be like the sea.
[Ming] Zhou
Climb up the magic platform and look out.
The second ancestor cliff monster, the magic platform is conducive to correction.
There are clouds on the stone sill, and the intestines of the sheep are winding.
She reached her head and entered the catalog.
If the wall is cut, the cliff will hinder the birds.
Look out of the sky and realize that China is very small.
The Yellow River came to Kunlun and entered the swamp.
And Ilo flow, which is a thin line.
Xihua and Dai Dong are like smoke villages.
White jade paste is abundant, light and curly.
The morning is like dew, and it is rare to drink it all.
I like to eat chardonnay and wait for dawn.
Yu 'an Period [Ming Dynasty]
Shao Shi
Takamatsu interrupted and joined the sacred mound, and the spring at the bottom of the stick opened the water.
The low-grade blue curtain is connected with the house, and the distant mountains surround Zhongzhou.
Hanging clothes and spring trees are full of flowers, and curtains are beautiful and colorful.
It is a long night near the star building, and it is also a long night at the top of the mountain.
[Ming] Wu Sanle
Revisit Shaolin Temple on the 9th.
Shaolin is a beautiful place, and revisiting it is fun.
Nine-day meditation hall is quiet, and a thousand-year-old cave is quiet.
The mountains are lush and the white clouds are floating alone.
Old friend Huang Hua * * *, Tao Ran got drunk.
2. Poems about the Ming Dynasty
There are a great number of poems and essays in the Ming Dynasty, not only many writers, but also many schools. During the period from Yongle to Orthodox, the "Taige Style" poetry school headed by Yang Shiqi, Yang Rong and Yang Pu, great cabinet scholars, appeared in the literary world. In the mid-Ming Dynasty, the "first seven sons" led by Li Mengyang and He Jingming rose first, followed by the "last seven sons" led by Li Panlong and Wang Shizhen in Jiajing and Wanli. Under the call of restoring ancient ways, they advocated that "literature must be in the Qin and Han Dynasties, and poetry must flourish in the Tang Dynasty". At present, when the post-Seven School's retro movement rose, the "Tang and Song School" and "Public Security School" appeared in the literary world one after another.
Liu Bochuan's wine stopped at the beginning of the snow, and Qiong Yao was stepped on deep in the mountains. I don't mind the cold invading my bones, and I am greedy to see plum blossoms crossing the wild bridge. Note: This poem was written by Yang Shiqi, the minister of Ming Dynasty, when he was fourteen years old. There is an interesting story about the origin of this poem: when Yang Shiqi was 14 or 15 years old, he once visited his father's good friend Liu Bochuan with his friend Chen Mengjie. At that time, it was cold winter. After a heavy snow, beautiful villages and fields turned into a silvery white world. The three men were drunk and hot, walking along the stream. Liu Bochuan asked the two teenagers to write a poem to express their aspirations. The above poem was written by Yang Shiqi, and Chen Mengjie wrote another poem: "After ten years of hard study, I am interested in Bai Yutang. I'm waiting for the fragrant wind and willows, and the red chamber is vying to see the blue shirt. " I mean, I studied hard since I was a child, won the Jinshi or the top scholar, and rode around the streets. Of course, the women of those official families would admire me very much and compete to see my style. Liu Bochuan smiled and said to him: "Ten years of cold window, just to win the smile of the red chamber woman, and to be a romantic scholar in the future." Regarding this poem by Yang Shiqi, he said, "Your poem has not lost its true colors. Although it is in the same bad situation as Meihua at present, it will become a great hero in the future. Work hard, but unfortunately I can't see that day. " After Liu Bochuan's death, Meng ascended the first position, where he served as an academician, while the scholar-officials went. As Bochuan said. Along the coast of Huai 'an, Polygonum hydropiper is sparse, red and green, and white is as small as Polygonum hydropiper. That pair of short sleeves is shameful, with bows on their backs to pick diamonds. Yang Baihua Yang Baihua, chasing the wind. The frost is too light for snow, and the sunshine and spring are endless. The beautiful women in the building are green and have crossed the river. The water is vast and the flowers are boundless, and a song of sadness is thousands of miles away. Wushan Mountain is high, with twelve peaks, and even the cliffs overlap like Youlong. For a time, under the balcony of the goddess, Ada was sold out. Looking at the atmosphere in the canyon, it is as pitiful as walking on clouds. Acacia has been stained with tears, and the ape sound is not audible. Entering the border of Jizhou, the clouds are scattered, the sky is clear and Wan Li is full of homesickness. Pedestrians who are interested in Jiangnan will immediately write poems in Jizhou. Xuande paid a visit to the Second Mausoleum in the afternoon (Song Dynasty). Last year, the attendants visited Changling, and today the number of visitors has doubled. Spring willows and spring flowers are as brilliant as ever, with layers of trees. I can't help thinking of your kindness, but my eyes are dry and my bones are broken. I'll come back for the rest of my life when my intestines are broken. Qingming feels that Xijiang looks at the horizon in the south, and Qingming is not at home. Wandering in the sun and drifting in the wind, Huayang has confused people's feelings. Shao Bao Anjiang Township in Yang Lian belongs to the Chu River branch on the west bank of Baling. It once flooded the lake and looked at Yue Yun. Borrowing the little dragon flute in Junshan, the moon will blow Dongting Jun, early on the river, the rock drums in Hanyang are sparse, the smoke willows baa, and the magpies fly. The bright moon doesn't know where to go, and the river is rheumatic. Thirty-six Bay, Nanjiang Oblique, Xiangyin County. There are no families on both sides in spring. Deep in the mountains and forests, birds sing and rest at noon, and the mountains are full of red and white flowers.
3. Poems of Ming Dynasty
I. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
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Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring when everything is born. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.
Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat by the river emitted a ray of light, which was particularly bright. When the morning comes, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene.
Second, break up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.
Author Wang Changling, Tang Dynasty.
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
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It's misty and rainy, and it's all over Wudi River overnight; Seeing you off in the morning, I feel lonely and sad for Chushan! Friends, if relatives and friends in Luoyang ask about me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin and stick to my beliefs!
Third, water tune the song.
Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
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On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, I drank happily until the next morning, got drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe. When did the bright moon begin to appear? I raised my glass and asked the distant sky. I don't know the date of the palace in heaven. I want to ride the breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid that the buildings built by Meiyu can't stand the cold of nine days.
Dancing under the moon and enjoying the clear shadows is not like on the earth. The moon revolves around the scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment against people, should she? Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon changes from sunny to sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I only hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy this beautiful moonlight.
Fourth, Qingming
Author Du Mu, Tang Dynasty,
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
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During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out. Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.
Five, quiet night thinking
Author Li Bai, Tang Dynasty,
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
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The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
4. Ancient poems of Ming and Qing Dynasties 13.
Lime yin (Ming) thousand hammers cut out the deep mountains, and if the fire burns idle. I am not afraid of being smashed to pieces and confused, so I want to clear the relationship between people. Zhushi (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Xie insisted on green hills, and its roots lay in broken rocks. After many trials and tribulations, it is still strong, running here and there, and going north and south. I saw (Qing) Yuan Mei Mu Tong riding a yellow ox. This song shook the forest. I tried to catch cicadas, but suddenly I closed my mouth. Villages live in (clear) high grass, long warblers fly in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. The children came home early from school. When the east wind blew, they were busy flying kites. Gong Zizhen's Miscellaneous Poems (Qing) Kyushu is furious, and thousands of horses are sad to read. I advise Tian.
This was written by Yu Qian, a poet in the Ming Dynasty.
The main idea of Ode to Lime is that the stones mined from the deep mountains after a lot of hard work look ordinary under the fire. As long as you can leave your innocence in the world, you are not afraid of being smashed into pieces. The whole poem shows the poet's noble sentiment of being honest and upright on the road of life. The first sentence, "Digging out the deep mountains with great pains", describes that it is not easy to mine limestone. The second sentence "if the fire is idle, of course it means burning limestone." Adding the words "if you are idle" makes people feel that you are not just burning limestone, but also seems to symbolize that people with lofty ideals are taking their time no matter how severe the test is. The third sentence is "broken bones are not afraid of mud". The word "muddy without fear" reminds us that there may be a spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice. As for the last sentence, "I want to leave my youth on earth", it is the author's sincere feelings and determination to be a pure and innocent person. Yu Qian was an honest official, rehabilitated unjust imprisonment, and provided relief for famine, which was deeply loved by the people. When Ming Yingzong invaded, Yingzong was captured. Yu Qian proposed to establish Emperor Jingdi and personally lead the troops to stick to Beijing.