Bai Juyi's most classic 10 poems, the words are pearls, amazing for a thousand years!

1. The most lingering poem: "Long Hate Song"

The Han Emperor thought of the country, and Yu Yu could not ask for it for many years.

The Yang family has a daughter who has just grown up and is raised in the deep boudoir.

Natural beauty is difficult to give up, and once chosen on the side of the king.

Looking back at a smile, the six palaces are colorless.

Spring cold bath Huaqing pool, hot spring water slippery wash gelatin.

The waiter lifted up the delicate and weak, and it was the time of the new cheng enze.

The clouds and sideburns are golden steps, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring supper.

The spring supper rises for a short day, and the king does not go to the throne from now on.

Chenghuan waiters have no leisure time, and spring is from the spring to the night of the night.

There are three thousand harem beauties, and three thousand pets are in one.

——Bai Juyi, "Long Hate Song" (excerpt)

2. The warmest poem: "Ask Liu Nineteen"

Green ant new wine, red clay small stove.

Late to the day want snow, can you drink a cup of nothing?

- "Ask Liu Nineteen"

3. The most tragic poem: "Selling Charcoal"

Sell charcoal, cut charcoal and burn charcoal in the south mountain.

His face was full of dust and smoke, and his two sideburns were black with ten fingers.

Where is the money from selling charcoal? Clothed and mouth-to-mouth food.

Poor man with a single shirt, worried and cold.

At night, a foot of snow outside the city, Xiao drove a charcoal car to roll the ice rut.

The cattle are trapped and the hunger is high, and the mud outside the south gate of the city is resting.

Who is the two horsemen? The yellow-robed messenger is white-shirted.

Hand holding the clerical mouth, returning to the car to lead the cattle to the north.

A cart of charcoal, more than a thousand pounds, the palace envoy will not be spared.

Half a horse of red silk is tied to the bull's head and charged with charcoal.

——Bai Juyi, "Selling Charcoal"

4. The saddest poem: "Pipa Line"

I smelled the pipa and sighed, and I heard the words chirping again.

The same is the end of the world fell people, why should they have met each other!

I resigned from the imperial capital last year, who lived in Xunyang City.

There is no music in Xunyang, and I don't hear the sound of bamboo all my life.

Living near the Xiangjiang River is low humidity, and the yellow reed bitter bamboo is around the house.

What did Dan Twilight smell in the meantime? The cuckoo cries blood ape wailing.

Spring river flowers towards the autumn moon night, often take wine and pour alone.

There are no mountain songs and village flutes, and it is difficult to listen to them.

Tonight I listen to the Jun Pipa language, such as listening to the Xianle Ear.

Mo Ci even sat down and played a song and translated "Pipa Line" for Jun.

I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but I sit and urge the strings to turn urgent.

The poignant sound did not seem to be forward, and the whole house was full of tears.

Who wept the most in the seat? Jiangzhou Sima Qing shirt wet.

—— Bai Juyi's "Pipa Line" (excerpt)

5. The most inspirational poem: "Farewell to the Ancient Grass"

Away from the grass on the plains, one year old and one withered away.

Wildfires burn endlessly, and spring winds blow again.

Yuanfang invaded the ancient road, and the green and green city was deserted.

And sent Wang Sun away, and He was full of affection.

——Bai Juyi, "Farewell to the Ancient Grass"

6. The freshest poem: "Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake"

Gushan Temple north of Jia Ting West, the water surface of the initial flat cloud foot low.

A few early warblers compete to warm the trees, and whose new swallows peck at the spring mud.

The flowers are becoming more and more attractive to the eye, and asakusa can have no horseshoes.

Favorite lake eastbound is insufficient, green poplar shade in the white sand embankment.

——Bai Juyi, "Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake"

7. The most beautiful poem: "Three Songs of Remembering Jiangnan"

Gangnam is good, the scenery used to be familiar.

The sunrise river flowers are red and the fire is better, and the spring river is as green as blue.

Can you not remember Gangnam?

——Bai Juyi, "Remembering the Three Songs of Jiangnan · One"

8. The most childlike poem: "Ikegami"

Xiao Wa supported the dinghy and stole the white lotus back.

Without solving the hidden traces, the duckweed opened together.

—— Bai Juyi, "Ikegami"

9. The most tragic poem: "Five Songs of Speech, Three"

Give the king a method to resolve the fox doubts, do not drill the turtle and the blessing.

The jade test must be burned for three days, and the identification of the material must be waited for seven years.

The Duke of Zhou feared the rumors of the day, and Wang Mang was humble and did not usurp the time.

Xiang Xiang died in the first place, and who knows the truth or falsity of his life?

——Bai Juyi, "Five Songs of Speech, Part III"

10. The most obscure poem: "Flowers are not flowers"

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog. Midnight comes, and dawn goes.

How long has it been like a spring dream? Go to the clouds and find nowhere.

——Bai Juyi, "Flowers Are Not Flowers"