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Collection of ancient poems

Patriotic poetry

1 1 April 4th is a stormy day.

Lu you

I don't feel sorry for myself in a remote village.

Think about keeping the wheel platform for the country.

Lying at night listening to the wind and rain,

Iron horse glacier dream.

Guo yang

wen tianxiang

Once you encounter hardships, the stars are around.

The mountains and rivers are broken, and the life experience is stormy.

The emperor was afraid of the beach and said he was afraid of the emperor.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.

Poems describing objects

Chinese plum

Wang Mian

The tree by Xiyan Lake next to my home,

Flowers bloom and fade with ink marks.

Don't boast that the color is beautiful,

Leaving only fresh air and dry Kun.

Chinese plum

Wang Anshi

There are some plums in the corner.

Ling cold drives alone.

Distant knowledge is not snow,

Because of the faint fragrance.

Frontier poems

Cross the border

Wang Changling

Bright moon in Qin dynasty, bright moon in Han dynasty.

The Long March hasn't come back yet.

But Dragon City will fly in,

Don't teach Huma to climb the Yinshan Mountain.

Liangzhou song

Wang Zhihuan

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds.

Wan Ren is an isolated city.

Why should a strong brother complain about willow?

The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

Farewell poem

Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu for his post.

Bo Wang

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor.

Why linger at the fork in the road, the child is stained with towels.

When sending Yuan Er to Anxi

Wang Wei

Weicheng is drizzling,

The guest rooms are green and willow.

I advise you to drink more wine,

There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.

Landscape poetry

Niaomingjian

Wang Wei

When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,

The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.

The moon is full of surprises,

In the spring stream.

Autumn sentiment in mountain residence

Wang Wei

Empty mountains after rain,

Standing in the autumn evening.

Moonlight in the pine forest,

Crystal gems in the stream.

Bamboo whispered to the washerwoman who came home,

The lotus leaf gave in before the fishing boat.

What does it matter if spring is over?

When you're here, oh, a friend's prince? .

Song ci

well

Li Qingzhao

I often think of dusk by the river.

As drunk as a fiddler, we didn't remember anything on the way back!

After having a good time, we rowed home.

Mistaken into the depths of lotus.

Fight for crossing, fight for crossing,

Frightened, all the egrets in the shallows flew away.

Niannujiao? Chibi nostalgia

Su Shi

Gone forever, the waves are rough. Romantic figures through the ages. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time!

Think back to Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao just got married, he was handsome, holding a feather fan and wearing a black silk scarf. He talked and laughed, and it's all over. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.

Yuan zaju

Tianjingsha? Melancholy Qiu Si

Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. The ancient road and the west wind are thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are there.

end of the world

Goat? Tongguan nostalgia

Zhang

The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road. Look west. Calm, sad Qin and Han dynasties

Meridian. Ten thousand rooms in Quegong have been buried. Xing, the people suffer. Death makes people suffer.