What are Bai Juyi's famous ancient poems?

Bai Juyi's poems were widely circulated at that time, from the palace to the folk, and their fame spread far and wide in Xinjiang, Korea and Japan. Here are some famous poems by Bai Juyi. Welcome to read!

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.

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 lack of lake in the eastbound direction, and I love 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.< white hair >

It's been 30 years since it happened, and now it's time to burn your temples.

Singing all day is like crazy, and being ill for a long time is like losing weight.

Bajie held incense seals at night and read Jolie's articles in three yuan.

The rest will be cleaned up in spring, and you will get drunk if you are not idle.

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.

12, < three wechat >

In ...

Jiangzhou looks at Tongzhou, the ends of the earth.

The mountain is thousands of miles high and the water is thousands of miles wide.

Birds can't cross the clouds.

Who knows the eternal danger, for both of us

You were very sad when you first arrived in Tongzhou.

We went to Jiangzhou and didn't rest all the way.

The road is good every day and the news is broken every day.

Because the wind wants to convey a message, the voice of the earth is far away.

Meet again in life and meet again in death.

The second is.

You visit Xiangyang Day, and I live in Chang 'an.

Since you are in Tongzhou, I have been to Xiangyang.

Xiangyang jiuli country is surrounded by clouds and trees on the balcony.

Nevertheless, this is a place you used to go.

There is Xunyang Road in the vast water.

This one is homesick, and there are fewer relatives and friends in Jiangxi.

The third is.

It's a long way to the countryside, and everything is like a person.

How to tolerate this meaning, sitting by the river thinking about you.

Like a river, it is integrated with the atmosphere.

The wind blew in the middle, and the two places became lonely clouds.

When the wind comes to an end, is there no reason for the clouds to merge?

Try to fall in love and try to be poor.

13,< send your brother back to hakodate >

The sun is overcast and yellow, and the northeast wind cuts.

When I came back from the village south, I said goodbye to my brothers.

Tears are still wet from the front, and I haven't stopped returning to the horse.

Want to sit in a room, cloudy and moonless.

The night is long and the fire is gone. At the end of the year, Yu Ning.

Lonely and dusty, the snow falls on the steps.

Paint cold ash on the snow and put out the residual lamp.

Grey as my heart, white as my hair.

Everything happens like this, you can't be in a hurry in an instant.

Think about forgetting and turn troubles into meditation.

Lifelong heart washing is designed for tonight.

14,< He Yuanjiu mourns the old mosquito >

If beauty goes somewhere else, she will never be found again.

Is it safe for old things to fall apart?

Only the gauze shines and the dust invades day and night.

The fragrance and color are not as deep as before.

Transparent lamps are bitter, cages are light and cages are heavy.

There are lonely sleepers in the room, and the autumn nights are very cold.

Old house peony garden, new grave pine Berlin.

Tears in Xianyang in my dream made me feel Hou Jiangling's heart.

With this hate every other year, it is a midnight song.

No matter how you feel, the listener wants to touch his chest.

15, < bamatu >

Mu Wang's eight horses are horses in the sky, and later generations love to write them in pictures.

The back is like a dragon, the neck is like an elephant, the bones and muscles are high in fat, and the meat is strong and strong.

16, < working day and night on August 3rd >

It's white and bright, and it's cool in Jing Qing.

The grass is cold and the corner of the building is hooked.

The wind cools the clothes and makes the anvil ring.

Ye Xiang thoughtful, the autumn chill heartless.

17, < August 15, watching the moon in the pavilion at night >

On the night of August 15th last year, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.

Where is Hometown in the northwest of China? How many times have you seen the moon in the southeast?

When the breeze sighs, no one will, and tonight is as clear as usual.

18, < bashui >;

There is a river under the chin of the city, and spring comes like dust.

Soft sand is like a meandering stream, and the sloping bank recalls Tianjin.

The shadow is dipped in new yellow willow, and the fragrance floats with small white apples.

Scratching your head in the stream, why are you disappointed?

19, < put wine >

Raise the wine to the sky, who won't die all the time?

When you are not dead, you have less troubles and more happiness.

Forgive the poor in heaven, and your troubles and happiness come from yourself.

It was a Taoist who went there to get this.

Attachment: Bai Brief Introduction Ju Yi (772-846), whose real name is Lotte, was born in Xiayi (now Weinan County, Shaanxi Province) and was a great poet in the middle Tang Dynasty. He was born in a humble bureaucratic family. In his early years, he wandered from the north to the south, understood the sufferings of the people and became an official. He went through the six generations of Dezong, Xianzong and Wuzong. In his later years, he was named Mr. Drunk Sound, a Buddhist in Xiangshan. Make friends with Yuan Zhen and Liu Yuxi. His official life can be divided into two periods.

First, the early stage (29 to 44 years old).

At the age of 29, he was a scholar. At the age of thirty-two, he was awarded the title of Schoolboy. At the age of thirty-five, he was awarded the title of "knowledgeable, practical and versatile" and changed to Zhou Zhiwei, becoming a bachelor of Hanlin, and left a collection of books. At this time, his Confucian thought of saving the world was dominant, and he wanted to promote the advantages and eliminate the disadvantages for the court. He has seventy-five songs "Celin", pointing out the disadvantages of state affairs, fifty songs "New Yuefu" and "Qin Zhongyin" are his songs, but later he felt that his career was sinister, and considering his personal origin, he had a negative idea of retiring.

Second, the later stage (44 to 75 years old)

First, at the age of forty-three, he was awarded the rank of Crown Prince Zuo Zanshan as a doctor. At this time, Li Shidao, an important separatist town in Qing Dynasty, sent an assassin to assassinate Prime Minister Wu, and Bai Juyi was invited to arrest the assassin. Being illegally "admonished the minister first", he was demoted to Jiangzhou Sima. The actual cause of the crime was that he angered the emperor by criticizing state affairs for a long time. Since then, he has gradually become passive, although his official position has risen repeatedly, and he is a doctor of subject and object and knows patents; He was called the head of the secretary and transferred to the assistant minister of the department. In addition to the prince, the guests were stationed in Dongdu, worshiping Henan Yin, until the prince was changed to a junior official, and the minister of punishments was appointed as an official. Because of the eunuch's authoritarian power, there was a dispute between Niu and Li later. Seeing that the DPRK was in trouble, he asked to be released outside, and after going through the secretariat of Hangzhou and Suzhou, he still served as a sinecure in the DPRK. At this time, the thought of Confucianism's independence prevailed, which was mixed with the thought of Buddhism's birth. Bai Juyi's contribution in the history of literature is mainly to put forward the theory of progress and advocate and promote the new Yuefu movement. He summed up the realistic tradition from The Book of Songs to Du Fu's poems, and proposed to create for the times and reality. He believes that the function of literature should be "inquiring about current politics" and "releasing human feelings". "Articles should be written in time, and songs and poems should be written for things" has become a guiding slogan. In order to realize this proposition, the poet must have his own inclination and attitude, and the beauty and thorns in poetry are better than interest. He also talked about the relationship between content and form, saying that poetry is "root, Miao language, Hua Sheng and true meaning" and takes emotion as the foundation. Only by educating people through language and sound can we be regarded as the result and achieve the purpose of literature. He severely criticized the formalistic style of writing in the Six Dynasties and highly praised Du Fu's realistic poems. These are all reflected in Yuan Jiu Shu, Preface to New Yuefu, Ce Wen, Ce Lin and some poems.

Bai Juyi has more than 3,000 poems * * *, and The Whole Tang Poetry, with 39 volumes, is the most complete preserved poem among the poets in the Tang Dynasty.

Bai Juyi visited

There are still more than ten days before the Dragon Boat Festival, but the weather is like hot summer, and the glistening sun seems to release the accumulated heat for many days at once. The wheat field is like a sea of fire, and there is no wind. Men and women, old and young, burying their heads in harvesting, bowing their heads to carry loads and bending down to pick them up, dare not delay the time of wiping sweat and drinking saliva. In this weather, there will be a storm at any time. When I am in storm warning, the harvest of half a year will be wasted.

Suddenly, a dozen officials came running from the village head, as if being chased by robbers. When he arrived at the farm, he patted his ass and shouted, "Stop, stop for me …" Seeing that no one was paying attention, he jumped out of the wheat field and grabbed the farmer's sickle and pole. "I'm here to offer my condolences to you, Lord Bai Juyi. Stop and welcome Lord Bai!"

Farmers don't talk, take back their sickles and shoulder poles and continue to grab the harvest. The officials were angry: "Everyone was rewarded for welcoming them; See you if you dare not meet! " Hearing this, the farmers quickly stepped onto the ridge.

"When will Lord Bai arrive?" Someone looked at pieces of wheat and asked anxiously, "Let's grab the harvest first, and then welcome it when Master Bai comes. ……"

"no! Whoever dares to go down the mountain will be punished! " The official said categorically.

Finally, a team of chariots and horses appeared at the head of the village and slowly moved to the wheat field. After a hearty meal, the horses and chariots arrived at the farm. A group of people jumped out of the chariots and horses, surrounded by a dazzling red sedan chair, chattering nonstop. Too many chefs are busy ... for a long time, the white man with flowers on his head and a big belly got off the sedan chair and quickly covered the umbrella that had already been opened.

Squeezing around, Master Bai walked into the wheat field and met the farmers in line. An accompanying official clapped his hands and said, "Welcome Mr. Bai!" Seeing that the applause was not very loud, he clapped hard. "Warmly welcome Bai's adult! Lord Bai is busy with his work, but he doesn't trust our wheat harvest work. He braved the scorching sun and endured the fatigue of horses and chariots. Come and visit us! The following please white adults tell us a few words ... "

In the "scratching" applause, Bai Juyi walked up to the farmers and held out Pang Bai's hand, holding them affectionately one by one. In front of an old man in his seventies and eighties, Bai looked up at the "long guns and short guns" flashing with magnesium lights, reached out and pushed open the umbrella covering his head, held the old man's hand tightly, took out a towel and gently wiped the sweat on his forehead ... The fields were silent, and even the rustling of wheat ears in the breeze could be clearly heard.

After shaking hands, Master Bai went to the farmers in line, pushed open the umbrella over his head again, coughed twice and said, "Thanks! Everyone is very busy, especially in this peak season, and there is very little money! In order not to delay your precious time, I won't say much, just five o'clock ... "

I don't know how long it took, but with warm applause, the "not much" of Bai Zhu finally ended. The farmers were about to jump out of the wheat field when the accompanying officer shouted, "Wait a minute, everyone! Master Bai used to be a farmer and also cut wheat. He has deep feelings for our farmers and friends. Today, let Bai Adult and the wheat harvesting experts among our farmers friends have a wheat harvesting contest ... "

The wind is strong and there are dark clouds floating on the horizon. In the end, Lord Bai "defeated the reaper with a slight advantage" ...

In the evening, the heavy rain that started at noon continued. In the hotel, the banquet was still going on. Grandpa Bai leaned back in his chair drunk and watched TV news: Under the scorching sun, Grandpa Bai shook hands with farmers, wiped his sweat, and competed with farmers to cut wheat ... Finally, the announcer recited the poem "Watching Wheat Cut" just written by Grandpa Bai: ... I have no merit today, and I have never been a farmer. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight. I feel ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day. "