Yuefu poetry anthology

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?

Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?

Life is full of joy, never empty his golden cup at the moon. .

Use it as my material, spin a thousand pieces of silver, and come back all of them! .

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! .

Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! ：

Are bells and drums rich or not? I hope I will never wake up when I am drunk.

Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.

Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners

Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .

Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.

In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai wrote Jiang Jin Jiu following the classical Yuefu style, which had a great influence. It is true that the ideological content has not been recommended by the mainstream consciousness of past dynasties, but from the perspective of art and poetry, it is still a very perfect poem. This poem has an extraordinary influence among ordinary people who like to drink.

"Into the Wine" is not long, but it is full of five tones and extraordinary weather. It is full of pen and ink, sad and angry, wild and uninhibited, and its language is extremely bold and calm. Poetry has the momentum and strength to shock the ancient and modern times, which is of course related to exaggeration. For example, a large number of words are used repeatedly in poetry (thousand women, three hundred cups, contending for thousands of drinks, golden jubilee, eternal sorrow, etc.) to express bold poetic feelings. At the same time, it will not give people an empty and grandiose feeling. Its root lies in its rich and profound inner feelings, and the potential wine words are as follows. In addition, the whole article is full of ups and downs, and poetry suddenly unfolds, from sadness to joy, to madness, to anger, to madness, and finally to the song of everlasting regret, echoing the beginning of the article, such as the river running, magnificent, full of twists and turns, which can carry the tripod. His songs include songs, writing styles, ingenuity and "no pen and ink". "Tang Poetry" says that "those who read Li's poems are far away from the gods in large and medium-sized schools, and they are immortal." This article is enough.

02. Su Shi, "Shuidiao Song Tou"

Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.

When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.

I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?

I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

It's too cold up there.

Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.

The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?

People have ups and downs, and the moon is sunny and round.

This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Su Shi (1037 ~110/) was born in Meishan, Northern Song Dynasty. He was a famous litterateur in the Northern Song Dynasty and one of the eight masters in the Tang and Song Dynasties. He is knowledgeable and versatile, and has made great achievements in calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose. As one of Su Shi's representative works, "When is the bright moon?"? Be praised and loved by future generations. This is a unique and famous poem handed down from generation to generation. The whole poem is based on beautiful and spacious scenes, such as the vast and cold world in the moonlight and the vast space where the sky and the world gallop back and forth. This background, combined with the poet's open-minded optimism beyond his own joys and sorrows, typically embodies the open-minded style of Su Ci. This song "Water Turn Around" has always been praised by people. Hu Zai said in Tiaoxi Fishing and Conceiving Conghua: "The Mid-Autumn Festival words have been abandoned since Dongpo's Shuidiao Getou came out." It is no exaggeration to say that this is the best word written.

03. Qinyuanchun XueMao Zedong

See what the northern countries show: Hundreds of leagues ice-bound go; Thousands of leagues flies snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed;

The river rose and fell, losing its power.

The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height.

It must be sunny. Look at that red dress, it will be enchanting.

This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.

Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent;

Tang Zong Song Zu, a little less romantic.

Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.

These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.

Chairman Mao's poetry is an epic of China's revolution and a wonderful work of China's poetry on the mainland. "Spring and Snow in Qinyuan" was praised as the eternal swan song by Liu Yazi, the leader of Nanshe Society. This word has always been my favorite. Mao Zedong has a high level of China classical literature accomplishment, and is good at bringing forth the old and bringing forth the new, making the past serve the present. He can decide the most suitable Sion according to the content of his works, and he can use poetry freely. Sometimes it rhymes strictly according to the rules of ancient rhyme books, and sometimes it is not rigid in order to better express the content. Mao Zedong's poems inherit and transform the traditional poetry form skillfully, which perfectly shows rich and brand-new contents. Shangcheng depicts a vast snow scene in the north with overwhelming momentum, and it is also a metaphor for the magnificent revolutionary panorama. Xia Gan, with the lofty sentiments of changing places every other day, launched a magnificent historical scroll of China, even implying the overall plan for the founding of the People's Republic of China. Wan Li has been criss-crossing for thousands of years, and time and space are intertwined. Fascinating in art, expressing his love for boxing emotionally, blowing the horn of victory in military, and commenting on the way of civil and military affairs in politics.

However, since its publication, the word has been attacked by many malicious attacks, which has caused a long-lasting debate. Some people say that it has the emperor's thought and the emperor's breath; Some people say that it is exaggerating and digressing Wan Li; Some people say that it is an inappropriate metaphor and lacks a turning point; Some people say that its meaning is sparse and plain; Some people even say it's a simulated work, and some people ghostwrite it ... It was taken out of context and became a pure name, but it was regarded as a precious stone. "Qinyuan Spring Snow" makes us appreciate a kind of beauty, a real guide, a real inspirational work and a real stroke of genius. This is the best in poetry, which can only be found in dreams and cannot be deliberately carved; This is an eternal swan song, originated from the eruption of inspiration, which can be met but not sought. Where is the peak of China's poetry? Li Bai's "Into the Wine" can be compared to Kunlun, Su Shi's "Shuidiao Tou" can be compared to Taihang, and "Qinyuanchun Snow" is a well-deserved Mount Everest!

04. Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Moreover, because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, which was a new beginning of gratitude.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.

People in the army stopped, no one moved, and subtle beauty died before the horse. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. The day has returned to Yulong, so I hesitate to go here.

From the soil buried in Maweipo below, I can't see where Yu Yankong died. Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? ?

Peach blossom night in the east wind, after the autumn rain, Laka leaves fell to the ground. Autumn grass in Xigong Nanyuan, with red leaves piled up on the steps.

Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . The firefly in the temple is very quiet at dusk. He will stretch the wick to the end, but he still can't sleep. ..

Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *?

With the distance between life and death year after year, the soul no longer dreams. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.

People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard the story of a magical island at sea, where the mountains are complicated.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.

So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.

Holding the clothes, pushing the pillow, I opened the pearl curtain, and then the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.

The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.

In retrospect, try to see the capital, where there is only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.

However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. But your heart is as strong as gold. Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will.

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... mountains sometimes disappear, and this endless sadness will last forever.

As a narrative poem that will never be sung again, "Song of Eternal Sorrow" has achieved great success in art ... Throughout the ages, many people think that this poem has special artistic charm. What infects and seduces readers in the art of Song of Eternal Sorrow? I'm afraid it is its greatest artistic personality, and it is its power to attract readers for thousands of years, making them polluted and tempted. The characteristic of songs is that they don't pay attention to meter, which makes the poet's creative interest come. Expressing feelings, the number of sentences is unlimited, which can be said to be a "freestyle" poem with neat sentences.