#天天古诗词 #
10 ancient poems in a bold style
1、
Grape wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa immediately urge.
Drunkenly lying on the battlefield Jun Mo smiled, how many people did Gu Lai fight back?
——Wang Han, "Liangzhou Words", one
2、
The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the characters of the ages are flowing.
To the west of the old fortress, humanity is, three kingdoms Zhou Lang Chibi.
Rocks pierced through the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and a thousand piles of snow rolled up.
The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at a time.
In the year of Gongjin, Xiao Qiao was married for the first time and was majestic and heroic.
Lupine scarf, between talk and laughter, the tree ashes disappear.
The homeland is wandering, amorous should laugh at me, early birth Huafa.
Life is like a dream, a statue is still in the moon.
—— Su Shi, "Nian Nu Jiao Chibi Huaigu"
3、
De also has a wild ear
By chance, Zichen Jingguo, Wuyi Mendi
If there is wine poured only on the soil of Zhao Zhou, who will become born with this intention
If you don't believe in the Word, you become a confidant
The blue-eyed singing is not old
Wipe away the tears of the hero
The moon is like water
The co-ruler must be intoxicated this night
And by him, Eun Mei rumors, ancient and modern taboo
He asked in a leisurely way, sneering and ignoring it
Think about it and regret it from scratch
A thousand disasters in a day's heart
After the body, I am afraid that he will be born
Ranno heavy, Junsu ji
--NaranJandeh, "Golden Wisp Song gift liang fen"
4、
Forty years of home country, three thousand miles of mountains and rivers.
Fengge Dragon Tower Lian Xiaohan, Yushu Qiongzhi as a smoke lotus, how many have you ever known Gange?
——Li Yu, "Broken Line"
5、
Jinling City on the West Building, leaning on the Qingqiu.
The sunset is falling on the river.
The Central Plains are chaotic, the hairpins are scattered, when will they be collected?
Try Qian's sad wind blew through Yangzhou.
——Zhu Dunru, "Meet and Greet"
6、
Who made Shenzhou, a hundred years of land sinking, green felt has not been returned? Morning Star Remnant Moon, North Prefecture Haojie; West Wind Oblique Sun, Eastern Emperor Jiangshan. Liu Biao sat down to talk, the deep source was light, and the opportunity was lost. Sad things, is the ice every year, in the wind chill. It is difficult to talk about war and talk, and it may not be that Jiangtuo can be feasted. Sighing Hou Xin is there, the sandalwood whale loses water; Ping Rong is on the strategy, and the tiger and leopard are in charge. Canal self-scheming, things can still be done, more cut off the lamp to draw the sword to see. Qilin Pavilion, isn't it a ZTE character who doesn't paint a Confucian crown?
——Chen Renjie, "Qinyuan Chun, Ding Younian Sentiments"
7、
In that year, Wanli was looking for a marquis and a horse was in Liangzhou.
Where the guanhe dream is broken, the dust is dark old mink.
Hu Wei was not extinguished, his sideburns were first autumn, and his tears were empty.
In this life, who expected that the heart was in the Tianshan Mountains, and the body was old and cangzhou!
—— Lu You," "Appeal to Heartfelt Feelings"
8, the age of the strong from the Rong, was once a gas swallowing remnants. The clouds are high and the wolf smokes at night. Zhu Yan had green sideburns and embraced the eagle Ge Xishu. Laughing at the crown is always wrong.
The name of the dream is broken, but the pan boat Wu Chu. Long sad songs, sad nostalgia hanging ancient. The smoke waves are endless, where is qinguan? Sighing years have become vain again.
—— Lu You "Xie Chunchi"
9、
Xue Xiaoqing was in chaos, sleepwalking, and did not know where.
The iron ride is silent like water. Want to close the river: Yanmen West, Qinghai.
Sleep in the cold lights, leaks broken, moon slanted window paper.
Self-proclaimed Marquis in Wanli. Who knows, although the sideburns are crippled, the heart is not dead!
——Lu You, "Night Tour Palace, Remembering the Dream Sender Bohun"
10、
The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on the surface of tongguan road. Looking at Xidu, I hesitated. Sadly, Qin and Han made soil in the middle of the road, and the palace was made of soil. Rejoice, the people suffer; die, the people suffer!
——Zhang Yanghao, "Hillside Sheep Tong Cares for The Ancients"
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