What are the ancient poems about traditional culture? Who are they?

Qian Qi

It is often heard that the immortals in Xiangshui are good at playing the piano and singing.

Beautiful music makes Feng, the river god, dance and dance, which is unbearable for travelers who travel far away.

Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places.

Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant.

Running water flows to Pu, and I hate Taiwan crossing Dongting.

The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming.

Bodhisattva Manyan Dao Ji

Mourning Zheng Yi as a Xiangjiang Music,

The sound is written in Xiang Bo green.

Thirteen strings of fingers,

I will convey my hatred.

When the banquet is slow,

Yuzhu flies wild goose.

When it touches the internal organs,

Spring mountain eyebrows are low.

Pipa player's song

Bai Juyi

Lute songs

Author: Li Qi

Category: Seven-character Ancient Poems

Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.

Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the clothes.

But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.

Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin.

It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.

In painting

Mo Mei? Wang Mian (yuan)

My home is Xiyan Hutou Tree,

All the flowers are pale and inky.

Don't boast that the color is beautiful,

Just keep it fresh and full of Kun.

If you want to write a painter's pen, pick the end of the mirror first.

I have been shocked by somo, and I gradually feel that my temple is dying.

It is easy to draw with tears, but difficult to write with sadness.

May you forget and show the picture when you see it.

-Xue Yuan, send the photos outside.

Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene

Su Shi

There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.

Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet.

Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground,

It is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck.

Lin Liang painted the song of the double-horned eagle.

Li Mengyang (Ming)

For more than a hundred years, he painted birds, followed by Lv Ji.

The second son seems unwilling to work, so he sucks a pen and never moves a finger.

Lin Liang only writes birds in ink, but he is half-scanning.

Waterbirds and land birds are wonderful, and all the houses are moving.

The forest river in the empty valley is surging, and two eagles stand out from the crowd on the frost cliff.

The whole bone brushes the feathers, and the wall is born in six autumn.

An eagle's eyes are fixed, but two eyes don't know the autumn hair.

An eagle turned to think about it and gradually felt the wind rustling.

Although the horse is bleak, it is murderous.

Wearing horns, dense claws and iron fists is like tears.

The north wind blows sand, autumn grass and yellow grass, you have an arm to ride!

All the monsters and birds in the grass were killed, and Wan Li was bleeding in the clear sky.

I heard about Song Huizong, and I like this eagle, too.

Later, he lost his son of heaven and starved to death in the five kingdoms city.

As we all know, writing and drawing are the art of little people, and works are like a hollow reputation.

It is also the end of school hunting, and the outside world has an ancient experience.

Today, Wang gave a banquet and delivered a speech at the Royal Cultural Center.

The West Lake in the South China Sea is barren and hunters are poor.

Lv Ji Bai shou Jin fireside, go home at dusk without drinking.

Never wise or expensive, how dare you be smart?

Good, good, I don't want to withdraw money directly,

There is no way to make future generations good at painting and painting.

Other aspects, tea art, chess and so on.

Chess sound

Author: Huang Geng

Where does Xian Weng like to talk with his hands? I smell peeling and pecking among bamboo forests.

A jade spoon knocked the clouds to pieces, and several afternoon windows were dreams.

Wait, you have to know that your heart is far away and your ears can't put it down.

Rotten people go to clean up the mess. Silence admits the coldness of the pavilion stone.

Yoshioka fried tea

Time: Northern Song Dynasty

Author: Su Shi

Works: Yoshioka fried tea

Running water must be boiled with live fire, which is clear from the fishing stone. [ 1]

The big ladle keeps the moon and the spring urn, and the small ladle divides the river and the night bottle.

Snow milk has been turned over and fried, and the wind suddenly makes a diarrhea sound. [2]

It is not easy to ban three bowls when heartbroken, but it is longer to sit and listen to the lonely city. [3]