Fang Xizuo knows the Lord and succeeds in a long story.
At high altitude in the daytime, the candle bends slightly.
The imperial edict of Gongcheng Phoenix stands in the clouds.
Clear cut ziyun, excellent line Dan ban.
The king gives color, and the sound price is red.
Take the jade cover and follow Jincheng East.
The BMW is very beautiful, and the brocade is in Xinfeng.
Looking at the pine snow on the rock, singing the silk tree on the wine.
Because I learned the Yangtze River Cloud, I presented the Ganquan Palace.
The beauty and fragrance of gobbledygook are endless.
Back in Xianyang, laughing and laughing are all princes.
As soon as I went to Jinma, I fell into the flying canopy.
The guests left for a day, and the jade bottle was empty.
You can still rely on your talents, and you are not ashamed of the world.
Idle for the east, the song is not finished.
I thank you for this book. I'm looking for Huang Qiwen. Yuefu translation and career helplessness and annotation translation
I believe that in the past, the common customs were not pleasing to the eye, but I have always admired the wind of sages.
I hope that I can help the wise Lord, and then I will die after success.
The emperor is like a day hanging high in the sky, and fortunately shines on me.
I respectfully took the emperor's book and got up and went to Chang 'an in the grass.
From then on, he held an important position beside the emperor and went in and out freely in the Forbidden City.
Because the king treats me differently, my reputation is as loud as a rainbow.
I often follow the emperor's riding and go in and out of the hot spring palace in the east of Chang 'an.
I took a BMW to this beautiful place, and I entered Xingfeng in a golden suit.
In Lishan Hot Spring Palace, I sometimes visit Shan Ye to see pine snow, and sometimes I play the piano at a banquet.
The emperor was also asked to present a gift similar to Yunganquan Palace in Yangtze River in Han Dynasty.
The emperor wrote to praise me for my "small skill in carving insects", and my good reputation spread from now on, and the world knows it.
After returning to Chang 'an from the hot spring palace, princes and nobles rushed to make friends, which was very lively.
Once I say goodbye to Golden Horse and Beijing, I will fall with the wind like a loose grass.
There are fewer and fewer guests in front of the door, and the glass on the case is empty.
But I feel that talents can be combined, and compared with contemporary talents, it is not bad at all.
I have time to write a song "Dongwu Yin", but I haven't finished it.
Order this poem to bid farewell to friends. From now on, I will follow the four merchants of Shangshan, return to my first suit, and go to Aoshan Forest.
Appreciating Li Bai's poems, he said that he was sent to Beijing to accompany the king, and he became famous from then on. He made friends with princes and dignitaries, and took pleasure in poetry and wine. However, he was ruthlessly hit, and finally he got a golden reward. The deep sense of loss made him angry and consciously comparable to Tessa. At this point, he gently bid farewell to all his friends in imperial academy with poems, saying that he has always advocated the ancient style. If it is not suitable, retire to the mountains.
The whole poem is divided into three paragraphs. The first four sentences are the first paragraph, which describes the long-cherished wish and ambition of the lyric hero. "Good old" means good old style. Antique, that is, the so-called "sage wind" below. The virtuous wind is to assist the virtuous master, and retire after success. So the word "good ancient" is the following three sentences. The second paragraph, from the sentence of "daytime" to the sentence of "maharaja", describes the grand occasion that the lyric hero is favored by the emperor. This paragraph has four meanings. The words "daylight" were written into the palace and were overjoyed. During the day, come back to light, comity, rise and other words express this happy mood. The following ten sentences of "clear cutting" write the incomparable glory of "the king gives color" Forbidden palace civil strife, the son of heaven gives color, and the price increase doubles. Following the emperor, riding a BMW, wearing exquisite clothes, watching the pine trees on the rocks and playing the piano on the wine, the pleasure is beyond words. The word "because of learning" was praised by the emperor for its dedication to ci and fu, and its voice price doubled. For the above reasons, princes and nobles have made friends. The third paragraph is ten sentences in "One Journey", describing the desolation and bitterness after losing the imperial pet and leaving the palace. Once lost, the body is like a floating canopy, the guests are evacuated and the wine is empty. When I was helpless, I comforted myself: I can rely on my talents, and I am not ashamed of literate Sect. In the book, I told myself to learn from Sihao and hide.
Creation background This poem is included in Volume 41 of Yuefu Poems, which was written by Xia Libai when he left imperial academy in the third year of Tianbao, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty (744). Therefore, it is also known as "going back to the mountain to bid farewell to the Golden Gate" and "going out of the East Gate to bid farewell to the Imperial Examiners". Li Bai (70 1-762), the word Taibai, was a romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty and was praised as a "poetic immortal" by later generations. My ancestral home is Ji Cheng in Longxi (to be tested), and I was born in Broken Leaf City in the Western Regions. At the age of 4, he moved to Mianzhou City, Jiannan Province with his father. Li Bai has more than 1000 poems, among which Li Taibai Ji has been handed down from generation to generation. He died in 762 at the age of 6 1. Its tomb is in Dangtu, Anhui, and there are memorial halls in Jiangyou, Sichuan and Anlu, Hubei. Lipper
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? -Meng Jiao's "Stray Songs" in the Tang Dynasty
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? 300 Tang poems, Yuefu, Praise, Mother, Motherly Love, Preschool Education, 100, of which 15 poems entered the Han Palace, and the flowers were blushing. The king chose a beautiful woman, and she was chosen to serve the king to sleep. In the soft evening, her shy and pretty face made the king unable to control himself, and her h or not made the prince reluctant to part. But do you know Zhao Feiyan? After she was hated by other women, she kept punching her. But youth will never last forever, and green hair will eventually turn white and turn into frost. In court, as long as you are complacent, the world will become empty. Once you can't get used to it, just like Sima Xiangru can only exchange Su Shuang for wine, and his clothes are very shabby. That kind of cold suffering is indescribable, and I can only secretly feel sad and secretly play the piano for the king. Heartbroken string, the heart is infinitely sad, but it can't become a sound. -Tang Li Bai's "Songs of Complaint"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
After reading the full text ∨ 15, I walked into the Han Palace, full of flowers and red in spring.
The king chose a beautiful woman, and she was chosen to serve the king to sleep.
In the soft evening, her shy and pretty face made the king unable to control himself, and her h or not made the prince reluctant to part.
But do you know Zhao Feiyan? After she was hated by other women, she kept punching her.
But youth will never last forever, and green hair will eventually turn white and turn into frost.
In court, as long as you are complacent, the world will become empty.
Once you can't get used to it, just like Sima Xiangru can only exchange Su Shuang for wine, and his clothes are very shabby.
That kind of cold suffering is indescribable, and I can only secretly feel sad and secretly play the piano for the king.
Heartbroken string, the heart is infinitely sad, but it can't become a sound. ▲ Yuefu, female, lyrical and frustrated, Zhao Zhao Su Yueming, glow in my bed. Worried that people can't sleep, worried about the long night. The breeze blew in the boudoir and the curtains fluttered. Walking down the hall with clothes and a long belt. East and west are safe, hesitating. Spring birds fly south and soar alone. Sadness killed me and hurt my intestines. Feel things, think, cry, cry. Stand and sing, and express your anger to the sky. -Unknown and anonymous "Wounded Song" Wounded Song
Unknown: anonymous
Read the full text ∨ Zhao Zhao said, Xiaguang candles my bed.
Worried that people can't sleep, worried about the long night.
The breeze blew in the boudoir and the curtains fluttered.
Walking down the hall with clothes and a long belt.
East and west are safe, hesitating.
Spring birds fly south and soar alone.
Sadness killed me and hurt my intestines.
Feel things, think, cry, cry.
Stand and sing, and express your anger to the sky. ▲ Yuefu, the lovesickness of women