Ten Classical Poems of China

China's top ten classic poems are as follows:

1, "Looking at Lushan Waterfall" Li Bai

The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.

On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.

2. Li Bai's "Early Making Baidicheng"

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

3. "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Li Bai

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.

My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

4. Su Shi's "Shuidiao Song Tou"

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'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. 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 are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

5, "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia" Su Shi

The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once. Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. Feather fan nylon scarf, laughing and laughing, strong ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.

6. Xin Qiji's "Dequeueing, Giving Zhuang Ci to Chen Tongfu"

Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is on the battlefield in autumn. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!

7, "Little Pool" Yang Wanli

The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

8. Untitled Li Shangyin

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

9, "Hope of Spring" Li Shangyin

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

10, Tianjingsha Qiu Si, Ma Zhiyuan

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

The most beautiful sentences in ancient times

1, Wan Li Road, Yangguan, no one answered. Only the geese by the river fly south in autumn.

There are few yellow birds on the stream in late spring, and magnolia flowers are full of apricot flowers. I began to pity you under the window of Zhushan, and I won't change if I don't go back.

3, broken bones are not afraid, leaving innocence in the world.

4, the waves are full of snow, and the peaches and plums are silent.

Why is it dying? Qingqing remembers the old bush. There are branches supporting jathyapple, and there is no autumn wind without leaves. In summer, pedestrians are precious on the road, and birds are empty in the cold nest. If you are careful not to die, please wait for the workers in spring.

6, see you in the rain pond, the breeze knows. Mango birds are singing in the trees in midsummer. Where did the egret fly? When it moves, it is easy to get drunk, holding wine, but it is difficult to find matches. The length of a day is suitable for sleeping. I sleep on the poems on banana leaves.

7. Clouds are floating in the sky, and the wind is sunny. Rain drenches clothes and wind clears sleeves. Magpies make a loud noise every day, and gulls are flat. The mountains are silent, awakening Sanri Village.

8. Fighting alone for 1000 miles, he can hold a large group of people with his naked dagger.

9, the mountain pavilion and the waterside pavilion are half autumn, the phoenix is alone, the clouds are new, and the moths are only old. I feel sorry for the moon when I get up, and I can't bear to be round tonight.

10, the rustling west wind is planted all over the garden, and it is difficult to open the cold butterfly. If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.