The Songs of Chu

1. About Zhao Yun's poem, the dragonfly is covered with red light, and the horse pushes through the tail of Nagano.

Forty-two years, the true fate of the Lord, the general showed great power.

Blood-stained robes are red, who dares to compete in the sun!

Since ancient times, only Zhao Zilong in Changshan has been the leader of the gang.

The tiger in Cao Cao's army will come out, and Zhao Yun will sleep in his arms.

There was no reason to comfort the loyal minister, so I put my son in front of the horse.

This is a poem describing the battle of Zhao Yun Nagano.

In the past, the savior was in Dangyang, but today he flies to the river.

All the soldiers on board were frightened, and Zilong chinese odyssey.

This is a poem by Zhao Yun who went to Dou without water.

I fought in nagasaka in the past, but my prestige is still there.

The sudden array shows heroes, and the brave are surrounded.

Ghosts cry with god, and the sky is terrible.

Changshan Zhao Zilong is full of courage.

This is a poem about the Battle of Hanshui River.

Recalling the past, Changshan Zhao Zilong made great achievements at the age of 70.

When I am alone in the future, I still look like the savior of the sun.

This is a poem written by Zhao Yun who beheaded four generals at the age of 73.

There are tigers in Changshan, and they are brave and good at fighting.

Hanshui made great contributions, and Dangyang was surnamed Zhang.

Help the young master twice, answer the emperor first.

The history books of the Qing Dynasty are loyal and should be immortal.

In ancient times, Liu Bei went to Jiangling, and there were less than one soldier on the road. Suddenly, Cao Zang drove the fighters, and the soldiers and civilians beat them down and fled. Zhao Yun is a hero. He gave his life like a fallen leaf. The gun alarmed the snake and Ma Chong flew. Holding Master Ding Xichuan in his arms, the purple fog glowed with red light. Cut will seize the flag, chinese odyssey, Qingtian guarantee success. I have a rest here, and the blood of the sand grass is still fishy. Where is Zilong Zilong? Ask the sky three or two times.

2. Yellow Crane Poetry Yellow Crane Tower

Cui Hao

People have gone, and now only the Yellow Crane Tower next to the Yellow Crane is left.

The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.

But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

Cangzhou Huanghe Loulian

Yellow crane occasionally rides the bright moon in the sea, and white clouds often take Chu Jiangqiu.

The Yellow Crane Tower sends bowls to Haoran Zhiling.

Lipper

The old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower and set off fireworks in March.

Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.

Listen to the flute playing on the Yellow Crane Tower and the piano playing in the stone pheasant.

Lipper

Once people take a back seat, like Jia Yi in Changsha, they look far and wide, but they can't see Chang 'an or their hometown.

There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May.

Wanghuang crane tower

Lipper

Looking at the Yellow River Mountain in the east, the male bird came out in the air.

There are white clouds on all sides, and the middle peak leans against the red sun.

The rocks cross the vault and the peaks are dense.

I have heard of many immortals and learned flying skills here.

Facing the sea, the stone room is empty for thousands of years.

The golden stove produces smoke, and the jade pool is secluded.

Leave the ancient wood, the court is cold and old.

I advocate rock climbing because I want to protect my leisure. □ Location: "Hand for foot"

Traveling all over Shan Ye, Zi Ling is unparalleled.

Send your heart to the pine tree and don't forget the guest's feelings.

After being drunk, Ding smashed the Yellow Crane Tower with a poem and a mallet.

Lipper

The Yellow Crane Tower has been smashed, and the Yellow Crane Fairy has nowhere to go.

The Yellow Crane appealed to the Jade Emperor in Heaven, but was released to the south of the Yangtze River.

The satrap of the gods will be re-carved, and new pictures will return to Fang Fei.

A state laughed at me as a fanatic, and teenagers often laughed at me.

Whose house is under the Junping curtain? The cloud is Liaodong Ding.

I was stunned by the poem, and white clouds flew around the pen window.

Wake up from Ming wine and look for spring with you.

Jiangxia sees friends off.

Lipper

The snow is a little green, and I will take you to the Yellow Crane Tower.

Huang Hezhen Yu Yu flew to the Western Empire.

Phoenix has no afterlife, so why bother to travel far? □ Location: Wang Gan

Wandering about the shadows, tears flow through the Han River.

On the first floor, the qi of three Chu is extracted, and the clouds and cranes are empty;

The two rivers meet the Wanhe tribe, which is endless in ancient and modern times.

Cool, the clouds sweep the heavens and the earth;

A river gone forever, the waves washed away the troubles of the past and present.

The yellow crane flew away, flew away;

White clouds can stay, but they can't.

Linjiang pavilion stands tall;

The Chushan River has shrunk.

The original crane when the building was not lifted;

If calligraphy classics are put aside, there will be no poetry.

The yellow crane returns, and see Zhou Zhu's thousand-year-old fragrant grass;

Today, the white clouds are still there. Ask who blows plum blossoms in May in Yu Di!

The heart is far away and the world is wide. Put the wine on the bar and listen to the jade emperor plum blossom. Is it time to fall down? Song Wenzhi

Han and Guang divide the sky, and the boat is like a fairy. When the Qingjiang River is warm, the yellow crane clears smoke.

Yue Fei

When you ask for a sharp brigade, cross the Qinghe River with a whip. However, I came back to continue my trip to Hanyang and crossed the Yellow Crane.

Lu you

How late does the sparrow jiao of the black dragon come back? I don't know if he was drunk in the Yellow Crane Tower. The communication of Hanjiang River is endless, and the ruins of Jin and Tang Dynasties are separated.

Chengda Fan

Who plays the flute in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the yellow crane returns to know the old tour. Hanshu has feelings for Beidou, and Shujiang has no words to hold the South Tower.

Bai Juyi

Meditation is hazy, clouds are cold, business sounds are crisp, and orchestral music is autumn. The white flowers of Toutuo Temple splash, and the red leaves cage Parrot Island.

Liu Yuxi

I feel suspicious in my dream, and the ship travels thousands of miles. Look at the Yellow Crane Tower. It's almost as cold as Sha Xue.

Wang Wei

Canglang water at the door, Yellow Crane Tower by the river. Zhu Lan will be pink, and the river will reflect.

I bid farewell to Jianghan, pushed the window to send the outline, and asked when Xianhuanghe would return.

3. The poem about the White Snake is 1. When the West Lake dries up completely, there should be rebirth here. (The full text is as follows)

Ode to the White Snake

When White Snake first came down Mount Emei, she sat opposite Qingfeng. The white snake sees the West Lake at first sight, and the girl swims like a colorful flower.

It is not a kind act not to admire the prosperity and love the West Lake. Who knows that the waves are in the same boat, and it is the master of Sansheng Stone.

Rain and dew first settled on the upper edge of the lake, and they also settled by the lake. If you try to help the world by refining the elixir, you will be a pair of mandarin ducks and a fairy.

Poor harp, some people are jealous, and the lamentation is silent. It's all because the Buddha is too stupid to believe that Yuanyang can be alone.

There is anger and thunder in my heart, and there is sorrow in Jiangnan. Zero rain comes from the dark, and the tide flies down Zhenjiang.

The rainbow is dazzling with low clouds, and thousands of ichthyosaurs are playing in the sky. The most pitiful heart is full of courage, and the peers are empty-handed.

Under the Leifeng Tower, the heavy door is closed, hoping to get revenge. By this year, there will be aftershocks, and Guangling Chaotun Jinshan Temple.

Who remembers the vicissitudes of life, Lei Feng has also become the wind. When the West Lake dries up completely, there should be rebirth here.

2, half is mortal and half is immortal, and the moth eyebrow has been paid for thousands of years.

It is difficult to break the bridge and the world, and the front of Xizi Lake continues.

On the Legend of White Snake in Dragon Boat Festival

Contemporary dining table stove

Speaking of the Dragon Boat Festival, Xu Xian said so, and the red line of the umbrella was borrowed.

I really love the white snake because of my kindness.

3. Ms. White Snake

one

I jumped into the West Lake, put on makeup and drew pictures.

I have promised to borrow an umbrella in the rain, so that the red chamber can attract immortals.

two

Fahai has many tricks, and the love between husband and wife is tempered.

Ganoderma lucidum is collected from dangerous peaks, and the water overflows Jinshan to fight demons.

three

I hate Fahai holding a golden bowl, and I hate Lei Feng locking Bai E even more.

I was so happy that Xiaoqing was furious. My family sang a round song in front of the mirror.

Xiaoqing

The guardian of love is a hero. He works hard with double swords.

Every time I see injustice, I get angry: ungrateful people, look at my knife!

Xu Xian

Borrowed an umbrella in the rain, had a strange relationship, and accidentally passed through the fog and smoke.

Fahai made every effort, and the situation was even better after the robbery.

Half man and half fairy, the moth eyebrow has been paid for thousands of years.

It is difficult to break the bridge and the world, and the front of Xizi Lake continues.

Xiaoqing is naive in nature and brave in life and death.

Those who draw their swords and defeat will not understand Bai's grace for a hundred days.

I hate to harm nature and justice, and Buddhism and Zen sweep the floor.

It was a loss for Bai Niang, but it failed to destroy Jinshan.

I was amazed at the previous articles on compassion, and the snake heart was lingering.

The lake also shrugged the Leifeng Tower, and the word deserved it should be passed down forever.

Serves you right: Look at Lu Xun's On the Collapse of Leifeng Pagoda.

4. Praise Xiao Qiao's poem "Ruihe Xianchu Clouds Break the Rain"

Year: Song Author: zhangyan

It rains in Chu Yun. I asked, and because I was sincere, I agreed first. Speak in a hurry. There is a buzz in the greenhouse, and there is no Kechun. And songs and dances. Still vaguely, at that time, in the yard. The gloom disappears, the copper finch is deep, and I endure making mistakes.

Hugh fu. After Yu Rong, the old leaves sink into the ditch, and the dark beads return to Pu. Swim over and count. I can go to Cai Fang in a few days. The most unprovoked and charming dream is not romantic love. Pay the rest to Qiu Fen and talk to yourself all night.

Di Mei Xiongmei Qingping Music

Year: Song Author: Anonymous

Xiong Mei Di Mei. Sister Tao and Sister Tao. Fighting for two female positions on the moon. Ji Meng recaptured the snake. Little Joe should marry Zhou Lang. Yunying will meet Peihang. There will be nine people to serve the emperor, and the emperor praised the trip of seven sons.

The south grid was mistaken for south Xiangzi, so it was changed according to law.

Year: Yuan Author: Yuan Haowen

Three days later, Lantern Festival and five nights. It is said that today will be a good day. The bright moon is in the sky, and the fragrance moves to the tip of the jade plum. Thank the women workers for flying catkins, and Zhou Lang will stay with Xiao Qiao. Drunk under the lamp every year. The temples were covered with pale balls and golden goose feathers.

Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.

To the west of the old camp, 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.

The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.

Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.

A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. (A work: Forced Exile)

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.

Jie serial jade whip relief "

Year: Song Author: Jiang Kui

The jade whip is tilted heavily. But Shen Yin didn't go up, he left his thoughts. For Da Qiao, you can stir the spring breeze, Xiao Qiao moves the kite wonderfully, and the geese cry autumn waters. Liu is afraid, so why bother to wash and dress. Dao Lang was holding a feather fan, and half of it was recorded that day.

The west window is cold and rainy at night. Sigh that you are not happy enough, why give up easily. Asked, empty refers to the rose, such a mountain is heavier. The water column has weak light and an arc screen near the bottom. Read only, the moon comes at night, and I sleep in Iraq.

Nian Nujiao Jing Luan's parting shot

Year: Song Author:

The mirror is divided into shadows, and the horizon is heartbroken, without red leaves. A few wisps of autumn wind blow the green quilt, and a wisp of fragrance is hard to reduce. Yanbu new beam, flowers move away from the threshold, looking back at spring like a guest. Where is the joy, the green sun locks the sorrow.

However, nowadays, Xiao Qiao is very beautiful, and only Zhou Lang can have it. The golden valley bead curtain is a hundred feet empty, which does not hinder the dream soul from flying in. Chai shares deep alliance, the old edge is not broken, the moon is round. Lanqiao Road is near. Ask for information from the cloud first.

"There are 103 poems above the willow tip. Look at the stone lotus temple carving mountains."

Year: Yuan Author: Yuan Haowen

Jade is tender, red and charming. -flowers are like bright moons, and they curl up in gold. Chu women have a thin waist, and Xiao Qiao is charming, which is difficult to compare with enchanting. I have an appointment with Blue Bridge. Then I looked back at Xian Fan Lu. A clear song, a thousand points of wine, celebrate birthdays together. Southern Tang edition and Luo Zhenyu Li Yin were filmed in the four Tang series schools. The case of Mr. Yishan's new Yuefu consists of five volumes. Up to now, there are still songs of Autumn Wind Blowing, Wangxianmen Yuhu Leaking, Birth of Iris, Hibiscus Youth, Autumn Wind Blowing, Begonia Beading, Lou Yuchun Ziwei and Yan Shu Ci. The first volume also contains a song "Chickens and dogs sing slowly in the forest", the third volume contains a song "Flying Man meets He Lang", the fifth volume contains a song "Partridges Seeking Spring in the Sky", the fifth volume contains a song "Weak Blue Light", and the third volume "Strong Village Series" contains a song "Lonely Spring Girl". After Shi Lian's edition, Mr. Yishan's new Yuefu was supplemented with 18 songs, among which the rest 17 songs have been found in the three-volume edition of Mr. Yishan's Yuefu in Qiangcun series, except Xiao Sheng's "Dark Leaves". After this version, there are also six addenda in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Except for the song "Xiaoshengle" with dark green leaves in the Northern Song Dynasty, the other five songs are also three volumes.

5. A poem about femme fatale, femme fatale-Deng

Beauty is not a disaster, but also a pity. A thousand troubles cause trouble, all because of dust.

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

2. When it comes to beauty, it is hard to meet, and you are invited to get drunk alone.

It turns out that the country has broken its dreams and beauty is a disaster.

3. Beauty, Yang Guifei, Zhao Jun, and beauty Diao Chan.

Who knows that beauty is a disaster?

The 28th beauty looks pretty, with swords around her waist.

Although no one lost his head, the bone marrow of the dark king dried up.

Laughter pours people into the city, and then laughter pours people into the country.

7. Anger at the crown is a kind of beauty.

8. Fu Cha, the prince of Wu, broke ground, and seduction was the culprit.

Without this woman's help, Gou Jian would have lived in vain.

9. Mizhi The Story Of Diu Sim is cold and green. A woman and two men were destroyed.

Fang Tianji hung high above the city, and the famous Colt Red Rabbit had tears in his eyes.

10. Ming Taizu lost the prosperity of Kaiyuan only because of Yuhuan fertilizer.

On this side of the Qing Dynasty, the rebellion of An Shi and the song of everlasting regret became empty and haggard.

1 1. The essence of Wang's fake marriage is a honey trap.

Since then, westerners have been lazy to move eastward, and disasters have led to the top of the border.

12. Yuanyuan is infatuated, and the Great Wall is in danger.

The daughter wins the beauty's smile, and the bonfire plays a role in singing the praises of sin.

13. The wine pool is full of meat, and da ji is charming, Wudang Road.

And the green river, known as the Red Guards of disaster.

14. Speaking of beauty, it is hard to meet, and you are invited to get drunk alone.

It turns out that the country has broken its dreams and beauty is a disaster.

6. Poems describing Tomb-Sweeping Day. Su Xiaoxiao's poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day:

Qingming night

Tang Bai Juyi

At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze is blowing gently and the moonlight is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red bricks are the residence of the governor.

Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.

Qingming sent Deng Rui's second son home.

Don Dai Shulun

The bells and drums ring away from the sun, and the car urges the night clothes.

The kitchen has become a new fire, and the willows are dark and frosted.

Look at China through the mirror and talk about your hometown with a cup.

Every time I feel my child's tears, I will touch my clothes today.

Visit the city after Tomb-Sweeping Day-Changqing, Liu Tang

After the scenery is clear, Yunshan is in sight.

Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells.

There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky.

Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset.

Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival Jiang Huaiyou-Yin

Kimiwada is an old friend, and I'm going to hand in the points.

For two years, I have been isolated from the grave and have a sad face all day.

Seagulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot flowers are suspicious and accompanied by people's worries.

Widows and young children should eat cold food and look at Jiangling with tears.

The second poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day

Cold food-Tang Meng yun Qing

Jiangnan in February is full of flowers, and cold food in other places is far from sadness.

Poor people often don't have fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty.

Qingming is a matter-Tang Meng Haoran

Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.

The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.

Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.

Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.

The Riverside Scene on Qingming Festival —— Tang Yinchang

In the late spring of Qingming, I look at the northern hills.

Flirting opens a new flame with a fire, and tung flowers make old branches.

Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends.

Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers.

In memory of my brothers-Tang Wei Wu Ying in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Cold food prescription is sick, and it is awkward to open the chest.

Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan.

Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.

I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year.

Chang 'an Qingming-Tang Wei Zhuang

Fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but the grass is more sandy.

At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and I was given a free share of the money.

The purple stranger is screaming and screaming, and the green poplar is drawing a swing.

Tourists think of the peace incident and feel glad that the scenery is as good as before.

The third poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Cold food is on the road.

(Tang) Song Wenzhi

It's already on the way to late spring when I meet cold food immediately.

Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.

The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.

In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.

The door is that thing

(Tang)

The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast;

Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.

day of mourning

(Song) Wang Yuqiao

I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.

Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.

Cold food on the grave

(Song) Yang Wanli

Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?

The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.

The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.

Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.

Work in the suburbs

(Song) Cheng Hao

Grass and green fields, spring around the mountains;

Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water;

Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red;

Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.

The fourth poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Qingming-in front of Huang Songting's court

Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.

Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.

People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.

A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.

Qingming-Song Wang Yu

I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.

Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.

Send Chen Xiucai back to the grave in Saskatchewan.

(Ming) Gao Qi

All the clothes are covered with blood, tears and dust. Although the war is over now, I will feel sad when I return home.

In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations.