For example, Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao·Red Cliff Memories of the Ancient Times","The Great River East, the waves are washed away, and the ancient heroes." On the west side of the old camp, people said that it was the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky, and raging waves hit the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. The landscape was like a painting, and there were many heroes at that time. Thinking back to the time when Gongjin first married, Xiao Qiao was a heroic figure. With a feather fan and a turban, he laughed and laughed, and the oars were reduced to ashes. I'm lost in my own country. I'm so sentimental that I should laugh at me. I've long had gray hair. Life is like a dream, and the moon in the river." As well as Li Bai's "Three Songs of Qing Ping Diao","Clouds think that clothes and flowers are compatible, spring breeze blows the threshold and dew is thick." If not for the group of jade mountains to see, will meet under the moon to Yaotai. A branch of thick dew condensation fragrance, cloud rain Wushan in vain heartbroken. Who can compare with the Han Palace? Poor swallow leaning on new makeup. Famous flowers could topple the country and make the king smile. Explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, and the fragrant pavilion is leaning against the railing." These ancient poems themselves were longer, and many of them were made into ancient poems and songs, which could be considered as relatively longer ancient poems and songs. Read more exciting novels for free
The original poem of the long song was as follows: The sunflower in the green garden, the morning dew waiting for the sun to dry. In the spring of spring, all things are bright. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither. All rivers flow east to the sea. When will they return to the west? If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll be sad when you're old.
The sunflower in the green garden, the morning dew waiting for the sun to dry. In the spring of spring, all things are bright. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither. All rivers flow east to the sea. When will they return to the west? If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll be sad when you're old. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The original text of the ancient poem is as follows: The sunflower in the green garden, the morning dew waiting for the sun to dry. In the spring of spring, all things are bright. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither. All rivers flow east to the sea. When will they return to the west? If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll be sad when you're old.
The original text of the ancient poem was as follows: The sunflower in the green garden, the morning dew waiting for the sun to dry. In the spring of spring, all things are bright. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither. All rivers flow east to the sea, when will they return to the west? If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll be sad when you're old. Please note that the above is the original text of the ancient poem.
" Long Song " was included in " New School Song." It was produced and composed by Gu Jianfen and arranged by Zhang Hongguang. It was adapted into a song that was easy for children to learn. The original poem,"Green garden sunflower, morning dew waiting for the sun dry." In the spring of spring, all things are bright. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither. All rivers flow east to the sea. When will they return to the west? If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll be sad when you're old!" This was a poem from the Han Yuefu. In the kindergarten stage, children could be exposed to this ancient poem through fun forms such as singing. It could not only allow children to learn knowledge, but also cultivate a sense of music. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The original text of the song was as follows: Long Song Line [Han] Two Han Yuefu original Pinyin version of reciting immortal riding white deer, hair short ears long. Lead me to Mount Taihua, grab the ganoderma lucidum and get the red flag. He came to the master's door and presented a jade box of medicine. The host takes this medicine, the body is healthy and strong day by day. Hair white and black, prolong life. There is a pavilion on the mountain, and the stars are bright among the clouds. Far away from the heart, wandering love born. He drove out of the north gate and looked at Luoyang City from afar. The wind blows the long thorns, and the branches and leaves fall. The yellow birds flew after him, biting and playing with each other. Standing and looking at the West River, tears wet Luo Ying.
The original text of the ancient poem is as follows: The sunflower in the green garden, the morning dew waiting for the sun to dry. In the spring of spring, all things are bright. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither. All rivers flow east to the sea. When will they return to the west? If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll be sad when you're old. This was the original text of the ancient poem," A Long Song."
The original text of the ancient poem is as follows: The sunflower in the green garden, the morning dew waiting for the sun to dry. In the spring of spring, all things are bright. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither. All rivers flow east to the sea. When will they return to the west? If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll be sad when you're old.
The Song of Eternal Joy was a folk song of the Han Dynasty, depicting the beauty of spring and the short life. In the poem, the sunflower and morning dew in the garden were used as a metaphor to express the truth that life was short. The poem began by describing the beautiful scenery of the early morning. The sunflowers were green and flourishing, and the morning dew was crystal clear. However, as the sun rose, the morning dew would soon dry up. The poem also mentioned the spring of Budeze, where all things were radiant, but autumn would definitely come, and the sunflower would wither. The last two lines of the poem warned people to cherish their youth and work hard, because if they did not work hard when they were young, they would only feel sad when they were old. This poem depicted the natural scenery and implied that life was short. It called on people to cherish time and work hard.
The whole poem of Song of the Pipa is as follows: Xunyang River at night to see off guests, maple leaves, reed flowers autumn rustling. The host dismounted and the guest was on the boat. He raised his wine and wanted to drink. There was no orchestral music. Drunk but not happy sad to say goodbye, farewell when the vast river immersed in the moon. Suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the water, the host forgot to go home, the guest did not start. Then he secretly asked who was playing the piano. the pipa music stops, I'm about to speak slowly. Move the boat close to invite each other to meet, add wine back to the lamp to reopen the banquet. Only after a thousand calls did he come out, still holding the pipa half covering his face. The rotating shaft plucked the strings three or two times, and before the tune was formed, there was emotion. The strings of the strings are suppressed, and the sound of thinking is like complaining about the unhappiness of life. Lowering his eyebrows, he continued to play, saying all the infinite things in his heart. The first song was "Six Yao," which was followed by "Nishang." The sound of the big strings is like the rapid rain, and the sound of the small strings is like a whisper. There was a loud noise, and the pearls fell on the jade plate. The orioles in the pass whisper at the bottom of the flowers, and the deep swallow spring flows under the ice. The icy spring is cold and astringent, and the strings are condensed and cut off. The sound of condensation is not heard for a while. There were other sorrows and hatred. At this moment, silence was better than sound. The silver bottle suddenly burst into water, and the cavalry rushed out with swords and spears. At the end of the song, I plucked the string carefully and drew it carefully. The sound of the four strings was like tearing silk. East boat west boat silent, only see the river center autumn moon white. He put the plucked string in his hand and straightened his clothes. She claimed to be a daughter of the capital and lived in the foot of the toad tomb. At the age of 13, he learned to play the pipa, which was called the first part of Jiaofang. After the song has been taught to wear good talent, make-up is often jealous by autumn Niang. The young people of the Five Ling Dynasties competed to wrap their heads, and the number of red silk in a song was unknown. The silver comb on the head of the mother-of-pearl was smashed into pieces, and the blood-red dress was stained with wine. This year's laughter will be repeated next year, autumn moon and spring breeze will be relaxed. His younger brother fled from the army and his aunt died. His face changed from morning to evening. There are few pommel horses in front of the door, and the eldest son marries a merchant's wife. Merchants value profit and despise parting. A month ago, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. Go to the river mouth to guard the empty boat, around the boat moon bright river cold. Late at night suddenly dream of young things, dream of crying makeup tears red railing dry. I heard the pipa sigh, and heard the words again. We're both people who have fallen from grace, why should we meet again? I left the capital last year and was demoted to Xunyang City. Xunyang is remote and has no music. I haven't heard the sound of silk and bamboo all year round. Living near the Qijiang River is low and wet, surrounded by yellow reeds and bitter bamboos. What do you hear in the meantime? cuckoos cry, blood apes wail. Spring river flowers face autumn moon night, often take wine also alone pour. Is there no folk song and village flute? It is difficult to listen to the sound of vomiting and laughing. Tonight I hear your lute music, as if listening to fairy music. Don't refuse to sit down and play a song for you. I'll play the Pipa Song for you. Moved by my words, he stood for a long time and sat down to play the strings. The mournful voice did not sound like the voice of the front, and the whole hall wept when they heard it. Who among us cries the most? the green robes of the commander of Jiangzhou are wet. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!