Bai Juyi's ancient poems are easy to share.

Bai Juyi, a native of Xinzheng, Henan Province, was originally from Taiyuan. His great-grandfather moved to Shimonoseki. Let's take a look at Bai Juyi's ancient poems for reference only! thank you

1,< Say goodbye to the ancient grass >

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.

I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

2.< Give a suggestion to my friend Liu >

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.

With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?

3.< harem discourse >

Tears and wet wipes dream, the temple sings before midnight.

The beauty is broken before she gets old, leaning against the fumigation cage and sitting under the lamp.

4.< Mujiangyin >

A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.

On the poor third night in September, the dew is like a real pearl.

5.< Qiantang River Spring Tour >

Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, with a flat surface and low feet.

A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud?

Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.

I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana.

6. < pipa >

Xunyan Jiangtou night in Fujian, maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.

I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.

By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

... when she slowly put the pick back into the string, she stood up, adjusted her clothes, and was serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? !

A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.

My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and village bagpipes, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears!

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet!

7. < everlasting regret >

The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.

Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.

If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.

Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.

But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.

There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

When she gets dressed in her golden room, it will be almost evening. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will hang around and drink slowly.

Her sisters and brothers were all given titles because she lit up and glorified her family so much.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.

... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her.

Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shocked the whole earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feathers.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.

More than a hundred miles west of Doumen, the imperial flag opened the way, moving and stopping.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.

The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.

Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.

But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.

Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.

The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .

Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.

But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? !

Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.

The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.

The players in her pear garden became white-haired, and eunuchs were thin in her pepper yard. .

Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..

Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.

And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *?

The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.

There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.

People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.

He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.

Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.

And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.

So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.

This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.

She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.

Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.

Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.

Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.

So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.

However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.

"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.

On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever!

8. < charcoal seller >

Sell charcoal Weng,

Chop wood and burn charcoal halfway up the mountain.

Dust and fireworks,

Temples are gray and fingers are black.

What is the money for selling charcoal for?

Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.

Poor guy's clothes are clean,

Worried about charcoal, I hope it is cold.

A foot of snow will fall outside the city at night.

Drive a charcoal car to roll ice.

Cows are trapped and people are hungry.

Rest in the mud outside the south gate.

Who is that proud man riding on two horses?

It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.

Hand-picked documents,

Go back to the car and scold the cow and lead it north.

A load of charcoal,

More than 1000 Jin,

It's a pity that officials drove the general away.

Half a horse's red yarn, a foot's silk,

Tie a cow's head with charcoal.

9.< Buy Flowers >

The imperial city withered in spring, and it was noisy.

* * * If you say peony, you will buy flowers with you.

The price is changeable, and the reward directly depends on the number of flowers:

Burn a hundred red flowers and press five bundles of vegetarian food.

Hang a curtain on it and weave a fence next to it.

Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will not change.

Everyone is used to it, and everyone is confused.

There is an Weng who comes to buy flowers occasionally.

Bow your head and sigh alone, this sigh is unparalleled:

A bunch of dark flowers, ten people bless!

10, < light fertilizer >

Pride is all over the road, and the light of pommel horse can be seen in the fine dust.

Excuse me, who are those people? Passers-by replied that they were eunuchs, officials of the emperor.

Wear a red ribbon representing the identity of a doctor and a purple ribbon symbolizing the identity of a general.

Boasting his identity, he came to the army at the dinner party, in large numbers, and the scene was grand.

Respect (above three fields and below) overflows into the sky, and the land and water are eight treasures.

There is an orange as a fruit in Dongting Lake. This excellent fish tastes delicious.

They remained calm after the party, but became arrogant when they were drunk.

The drought in Jiangnan, Quzhou people eat people!

1 1,< Xia Meng Siwei Village's former residence sends a message to my younger brother >

Gee, birds lead young and bamboo shoots grow into bamboo.

Things have changed, and I think of songs in my hometown.

I grazed on the Weihe River in my hometown for ten years.

Hand-planted elm willows, houses that cover the sun.

The rabbit hides the beans and seedlings, and the birds sing and the mulberries are ripe.

This time the year before last, I traveled with you.

Brother and nephew of the poetry and calligraphy class, a child servant on the farm.

At dusk, it is time for the wheat to appear and the silkworm to die.

Sit in the spring and flow south, waiting for the moon pavilion.

Have a few drinks and play a game of chess.

Once dispersed, Wan Li is still bound.

The well bird misses spring, and the cage warbler regrets coming out of the valley.

Jiujiang is low in humidity and muggy in April.

The bitter rain blooms at first, and the clouds are slightly poisonous.

Mud seedling water border rice, ash seed (upper field) field chestnut

When I am in a daze, I still have different customs.

Looking at the county building, the setting sun is green.

Returning geese blows the heart of the country, and Pinghu breaks the eyes.

I am wandering, I am alone in the old city.

Drinking water is enough for the same ladle.

Bai Juyi's persistent story

Bai Juyi, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, went to a talented person before he became famous in the world, but he was still unknown.

When Bai Juyi first came to Chang 'an, because he was not famous, he wanted to invent an opportunity for himself, so he volunteered to go to Gu Kuang, a celebrity, in advance. Hearing this, Gu Kuang, a man named Bai Juyi quickly sneered: "Chang 'an is expensive, and life here is not easy. "

But when he finished reading Bai Juyi's poem Farewell to Ancient Grass, his evaluation of Bai Juyi was quite different. At first glance, he ended with two sentences: "The vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the four seasons." I find it very tasteful. When I read "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high", I was full of praise and sighed: "Such talents live easily in vain." So I immediately summoned him and strongly recommended him, which made Bai Juyi famous in the capital Chang 'an and gained a firm foothold. It can be seen that the opportunity is invented and seized by oneself.

However, too many people have been waiting for a perfect time to be delivered to their doors all their lives so that they can have a glorious time.

Until they understand that every opportunity belongs to those who look for it automatically, it will be too late!

Time waits for no man. Smiles said, "Invent it yourself before you get a chance."

The door of opportunity should be opened by our own efforts, so we should work hard from time to time every day and be full of confidence and interest in the task.

Remember: opportunities don't wait, you must fight for them.

Henry, 15 years old, borrowed 0.25 yuan from his brother and placed a small advertisement in the newspaper: a careful and diligent teenager applied for a job. Soon, he was hired by the famous Bidwell company. He started as a waiter, with low salary and complicated and tense tasks, but he always smiled and tried his best to help others complete the tasks. Later, Henry was favored and sponsored by the chairman and became a multi-millionaire by setting up an iron works. Carnegie, his arch-enemy steel magnate, praised him in his autobiography: "This is how Henry automatically and actively invented opportunities and opened up his own future."

Timing favors the willing. It only pays attention to people who are mentally prepared, only favors people who know how to pursue, and only likes people who have ideal doers. If you are full all day, have no intention, or are disappointed and disheartened in good times, then the opportunity will not come automatically. "Since ancient times, talents have been honed, and playboys are less powerful." "Meichen's good opportunity can't wait, and hard work can win the day." These poems just show how important it is to seize and seek opportunities in our lives.

Proverbs of life:

The opportunity can be found, but you are waiting for death. If you want to lose it, you must actively look for opportunities, keenly identify opportunities, seize opportunities at will, and make accurate use of opportunities. Instead, we should not only pin our hopes on those accidental things, but also passively wait for the opportunity with the luck of carving a boat for a sword.