What are the stories about ancient poetry?

Catch the thief first, catch the king: the metaphor is to grasp the key first. From:

Du Fu: Nine Fates before Dyke, Part Two

Bows should be strong and arrows should be long;

Shooters should shoot horses, and leaders should catch their leaders.

There is a limit to killing people, and all countries have national boundaries.

If you can invade the mausoleum, how can you kill more?

Story: Li Longji, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, after a long period of hard work, with the assistance of a large number of sages such as Yao Chong and Song Jing, started the 30-year-long prosperity of Kaiyuan-the world is peaceful, the people are happy, and all directions come to Korea. However, after entering the Tianbao period, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty began to be content with pleasure, regardless of state affairs, and reused treacherous officials such as Li and Yang. At the same time, because of his great ambition, he was keen on the policy of expanding the territory and militarising the army, and the Tang Dynasty set up our time and stationed heavy troops in the border areas. Later, the number of our army and border guards increased. By the first year of Tianbao, our envoys had increased to 10, and our army had increased to 490,000. The huge number of troops consumes a lot of financial and material resources of the country, and there are hidden concerns in society. Du Fu was deeply worried about the fate of the country when he saw the recruits going to the front line "until the dust settled outside Chang 'an Bridge", and his parents and wife "they followed you, crying and pulling your sleeve". However, because people talk lightly, no one listens to him. A few years later, the "An Shi Rebellion" broke out, and the Tang Dynasty almost collapsed, and the Tang Dynasty went into decline.

Falling into the sand: describe a heavy failure. From:

Chibi-Dumu

The iron is not for sale,

Learn from the past.

East wind is not convenient for Zhou Lang,

Bronze finches sell well on the second bridge.

Story: In the 13th year of Jian 'an of Emperor Xian of Han Dynasty, Sun Quan and Liu Bei joined hands to defeat the powerful Cao Cao in Chibi by fire attack, thus laying the foundation for the tripartite confrontation among the three countries. More than 600 years later, Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, walking on this ancient battlefield, has not felt the tension of the coming war. The poet wrote this poem and lamented that time was deceiving.

Qianliulang: It means that people will come again after they leave. From:

Liu Yuxi: Journey to the Mysterious Capital

The purple world of mortals came to my face,

No one can't see the back of the flowers.

Du Xuan Guanli Peach Thousand Trees,

It's all Liu Lang's failure.

Story: Liu Yuxi (772-842) was a poet in the middle Tang Dynasty. Influenced by Wang's "Yongzhen Innovation", he was demoted to Sima of Langzhou (Changzhou, Hunan) in 805. Nine years later, Liu Yuxi, who was in his forties, was recalled to Chang 'an. I heard that the thousands of peach blossoms in Xuandu were beautiful, so I went to watch them with my friends and wrote this poem. Because of this poem, he was demoted to Bozhou (Zunyi, Guizhou) as the secretariat, and later changed to Lianzhou (Lianxian, Guangdong) as the secretariat, and then moved to Kuikui (Fengjie, Sichuan) and Hezhou (Hexian, Anhui), and was later dismissed. Fourteen years later, Liu Yuxi was recalled to Chang 'an again. Du Xuan's excitement disappeared. Thousands of peach blossoms have disappeared, only a few clusters of broccoli on the moss are swaying in the spring breeze.

Watching the fire from the other bank: People derive the idiom "Watching the fire from the other bank" from the poem, and watch others busy crossing the river, which means not helping others in times of crisis and watching the excitement. The meaning is completely different. From:

"Salute yourself"-Qian Kang

The world of mortals on the other side is as busy as fire, and the porch is as cold as ice.

Don't ask the boy who makes tea. The newspaper door is a stubborn monk.

Story: Qian Kang and Miracle were both monks in the Tang Dynasty. When Miracle was in Daolin Temple in Xiangxi, Qian Kang called on him. The master said, "My master associates with people who can write poems. Please write a quatrain as a thorn. " ? Gan Kangsui wrote this poem. The main idea of the whole poem is: "People are busy in the world of mortals on the other side, but the ancestors in the temple in the mountain are cold." The boy who makes tea, please don't give me any more trouble. Just say there is a poor monk visiting in front of the door. Ji listened to the exultation and regarded Qian Kang as a guest of honor every day.

Yellow scroll blue light: ancient books are written on yellow paper, and oil lamps emit blue light. Describe the lonely life of reading late at night. From:

The Sorrow of Hakka —— Lu You

Riding out has no purpose, and the ending is right.

The white hair is fading, and the yellow volume is empty and painstaking.

Story: Born in the poor and weak Southern Song Dynasty, Lu Yousheng devoted his life to restoring the Central Plains. However, due to the great influence of the pacifists at that time, Lu You was excluded. At the age of 30, he was exempted from the examination of the Ministry of Rites, and was dismissed at the age of 42. At the age of forty-six, Lu You went to Shu and served as a judge in Kuizhou (now Fengjie, Sichuan). A year later, at the request of Sichuan ambassador Wang Yan, he entered the shogunate to handle military affairs, which made Lu You very excited, because the Sichuan ambassador was stationed in Nanzheng (now Hanzhong, Shaanxi) and was the front line against gold. Wang Yan is the leader of the anti-Japanese faction. Lu You took an active part in military life, set his horse free and traveled all over the front line of Nanzheng, offering suggestions for the Northern Expedition. However, a few months later, Wang Yan was recalled, the shogunate was dissolved, and Lu You was transferred back to Chengdu as an idle member of the Senate, which was really unbearable for Lu You who dreamed of becoming an iron horse. The main idea of this poem: I don't know where to go when I ride out, but when I come back and sit in the house, my homesickness gradually rises. His face is haggard, his hair is gray and his physical strength is declining. Only the yellow and blue lights make people forget their troubles.

Meng Jiao thought of her mother: gratitude to her. From:

The Wandering Son-Meng Jiao

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?

Story: According to legend, during the Dezong period of the Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao was appointed as the magistrate of Liyang County, Jiangsu Province. One night, he was reading in the study. After reading for a while, he felt a little tired, so he stood up and went to the window. At this time, the bright moon is in the sky outside the window, and the night breeze is blowing gently. He looked up at the bright moon and was homesick. ? Looking back on my decades of studying hard at a cold window, I didn't become a scholar and a small county magistrate until I was in my fifties. In these decades, how much effort the old mother has paid for herself! Every time I go to Beijing to catch the exam, my white-haired old mother is always busy before going out, preparing luggage for herself. Especially the night before I went out, my mother sat under the dim oil lamp and sewed clothes for herself stitch by stitch. While sewing, my mother whispered, "sew more stitches and sew more closely, which will be strong and durable." Take care of yourself when you go out, come back early, and don't let your mother miss you at home ... "At that time, listening to her mother's warm words and looking at her wrinkled face and frosty white hair, Meng Jiao felt sad in his heart and his eyes were moist ... He deeply felt how great maternal love was, as warm as the spring sunshine. ? Meng Jiao thought of here, a passion echoed in his chest. He returned to the case and wrote this poem.

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