Please give me a poem about the failure of a strong man!

Deng Youzhou Taiwanese Song

Era: Tang Author: Chen Ziang Genre: Seven Ancients Category: Nostalgia

No ancient people are seen before, and no newcomers are seen after.

Thinking of the beauty of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness.

Climb the mountain together every day

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Mu Genre: Qilu Category: Chronology

The geese first fly in the autumn shadow of Jiang Han, and the guests carry the pot on the green micro .

It is rare in this world to smile, and you must return with your head full of chrysanthemums.

But if you are going to be drunk to celebrate the festival, you don’t have to come to hate the sunset.

This has always been the case. Why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes?

Autumn Stay on the Xiangjiang River in the Rain

Era: Tang Author: Tan Yongzhi Genre: Qilu Category: Travel

The clouds on the river lock the dream soul, and the riverside dances late at night Liu Kun.

Autumn wind thousands of miles away from the Lotus Country, dusk rain brings thousands of families to Xili Village.

The homesickness is unbearable and sad. Who is willing to travel to cherish the king and grandson?

The fishermen did not ask each other when they met, but returned to the island gate with the sound of the flute.

Shu Ang

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You Genre: Qilu

When I was young, I knew that the world was difficult, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain.

The building boat is crossing Guazhou in the snowy night, and the iron horse disperses in the strong autumn wind.

I walled the Great Wall and promised myself that it would be empty, but the fading hair on my temples was already stained in the mirror.

If you are a master, you can show your true name in the world. Who can be compared to others in a thousand years?

Jia Sheng

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Shangyin Genre: Qijue

The Prosecution Office seeks talents and visits ministers, but Jia Sheng’s talent is even more unmatched.

It’s a pity that I sit down at the front table in the middle of the night and don’t ask about the common people or the ghosts and gods.

Sufu

Era: Tang Author: Du Fu Genre: Qilu

In the clear autumn, the shogunate's well was cold, and he stayed alone in Jiangcheng with a broken wax torch.

The horn sounds sadly to itself in the eternal night. Who can see the beautiful moonlight in the sky?

The wind and dust are passing by, the music and books are gone, and the barriers are depressed and the journey is difficult.

I have endured ten years of loneliness and forced myself to move to a safe place.

Climb the Yueyang Tower

Era: Tang Author: Du Fu Genre: Wulu

In the past I heard about Dongting Water, now I go up to the Yueyang Tower.

In the southeast corner of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night.

There are no relatives and friends, and there are no old and sick people.

The soldiers and horses pass through the north of the mountain, and Pingxuan Tisi flows.

Will Enter the Wine

Era: Tang Author: Li Bai Genre: Yuefu

If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, and it will never return to the sea.

Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.

If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.

I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent.

It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.

Young Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop.

A song with you, please listen to me.

The bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will stay drunk and not wake up.

Since ancient times, all the sages and sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.

In the old days, King Chen used to have banquets, fights and banquets.

What does the master mean when you have less money? It is up to you to sell it.

The five-flowered horse and the rich gold fur,

My son will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.

The Resentment of the Exalted Immortal

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Changqing Genre: Ci

The sun sets on Qingchuan River, and the melancholy boat is released.

Birds fly far and near to Pingwu, and people follow the flowing water from east to west.

The white clouds are thousands of miles away, and the bright moon is in front of the stream and behind it.

I hate being banished to Changsha, and the spring grass in the rivers and lakes is luxuriant.

A gift of a horse in autumn in the western suburbs of the county

Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Genre: Qipao

The west of Zige Peak is clear and the east is clear, and the wild smoke is deep In the sunset.

The old leaves of the wind lotus are dull and green, and the remaining flowers of the water polygon are lonely and red.

I hate the frustrated official Youjun, but I pity Qiu Si who is of the same mind.

Send to Du Shenyan

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Song Zhiwen Genre: Wulu

I am lying sick and everything is gone, I am angry with you for traveling thousands of miles.

The rivers and bridges do not see each other off, but the rivers and trees are far away with affection.

Chasing Sun Chu on other roads, Wei Zhou hangs on Qu Ping.

Unfortunately, Longquan Sword is living in Fengcheng.

Missed (no news about Li Bai)

Era: Tang Author: Du Fu Genre: Wulu

It’s so sad not to see Li Sheng for a long time, pretending to be crazy.

Everyone in the world wants to kill him, but I only pity the talented person.

Thousands of agile poems and a glass of wine.

Come back from Kuangshan Reading Center with a healthy head.

Qinyuanchun

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi Genre: Ci

The lamp in the lonely house is green, the chicken number is in the wild shop, and the sleeping pillow is broken in dreams. The moonlight is gathering gradually, the morning frost is lingering, the clouds and mountains are covered with brocade, and the morning dew is clear. The road in the world is endless, but the work and life are limited, just like the mayor of this district. After chanting slightly, Ping Zhengan was speechless, filled with memories of the past. At that time, *** was visiting Chang'an. He is like a young man who first arrived from the two continents.

I have thousands of words on my pen and thousands of volumes in my mind, and I am writing to you, Yao and Shun. How can this be so difficult? When I use it to give up, my actions are hidden in me. Why not sit back and watch at leisure. He is tall and strong, but he is still old and has a high reputation.

Bu Suanzi's Autumn Evening Collection of Du Sentences by Jia Fu

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yang Guanqing Genre: Ci

The common people are still gasping for breath, and Jia's pen is lonely and angry. His literary talent and grace still exist today, and he has no trace of regret. Sadness and sadness are approaching Changsha, the remote place where autumn is coming to an end. The hero's eyes are full of tears, and God's will is difficult to ask.

Manjianghong, Shuhuai

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Shi Dazu Genre: Ci

A good-collared green shirt is not found in poems and books. It also costs a lot of effort to create something. I have no time to buy Tianqing Yingwei, but I still have to go to Chang'an Road. At that time, the yellow scrolls were all over the front, which was very shameful. Thinking about the past, lamenting children's drama. After pitying the cow, you will cherish the chicken ribs. The tiger and the leopard are as sharp as they are, with nine layers and nine partitions. On the third path, you can enjoy yourself in desolate autumn, and you will be forced to live in poverty if you don't have money. I often treat yellow flowers without reciting poems, and become addicted to poetry.

Qinyuanchun Meng Furuo

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Kezhuang Genre: Ci

Where to meet, climb Baochai Tower, visit Tongque Terrace. Ask the cook to chop it up, and the whale will be found in the east. If you cut it, it will be presented to the dragon matchmaker in the west. The heroes of the world, envoys and cao, who among the rest is worthy of drinking wine? A thousand taels of chariots carry Yan to the south and Zhao to the north, a swordsman and a wizard. Drinking heartily and painting drums like thunder. Who would believe that he would be called back by the morning rooster. Lament that time has passed, fame has not yet been established, scholars are getting old, and opportunities will come. When General Li meets Emperor Gao, what is the use of ten thousand princes? The clothes are on, but the sense of desolation is old, and generosity brings sorrow.

Crying Li Shangyin

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cui Jue Genre: Qilu

Cheng Ji Xinglang, whose courtesy name is Yishan, returned to Gaoyang and sighed. The branches and leaves of the CI forest are gone in three springs,

The sea of ??learning has been turbulent in one night. The wind and rain have blown out the lamps and candles, and my name is as long as my teeth are cold.

You should only climb the Qi tree outside the house, then wear colorful clothes and go to the crimson altar.

I have so many talents, but I have never opened my arms in my life. Where are the birds and the fallen flowers?

The bamboos are dead, the tung trees are withered and the phoenixes are not coming. A good horse is hoofed because it has no owner, and old friendships are mourned by the end of the string.

Jiuquan Mo sighs, separated by three lights, and sends Wenxing into the night stage.

Congratulations to the bridegroom. Feelings after hearing the song at the banquet.

Era: Song Dynasty. Author: Liu Kezhuang. Genre: Ci.

The concubine came from a humble background. When I was young, I couldn't play the Zhu Xian anymore, and I could play the Yu Sheng all over the place. If you have a rough understanding of the country's customs, you will be in chaos, and if you are ashamed of learning, the wandering oriole will warble. Never get involved, love and resentment. Who told the young master next door to the west to ask for a pearl saddle to welcome him into the Lihuayuan? Before the body moves, the mind becomes lazy. The main house has a garden on the twelfth floor. Everyone is wearing beautiful makeup and playing music, and the embroidered curtains are being rolled up. The Tao is sung by flutes and pipes in the Huatang, and the gong is played in the laughing and killing chicken square. Looking back, Hou Men is far away. I have a lifetime of Li Luan Cao, which is quite sad but not sullen and gentle. Chat for a while and sigh for three more times.

Looking at Dongting Lake as a gift to Prime Minister Zhang

--Meng Haoran

The level of the lake in August is too clear.

The steam is rising over Yunmengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.

If you want to save money without a boat, you will live in shameful sage.

Sitting back and watching the fishermen only envy the fish.