China's traditional cultural poems

China's traditional cultural poems are as follows:

1, Li Bai's "Into the Wine"

Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?

Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .

Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

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

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly.

Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me.

2. Wang Zhihuan is in Heron Villa.

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

3. Wang Zhihuan is in Heron Villa.

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

4. Autumn night in Mutu

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.

5. Autumn night in Mutu

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.

6. Wang Zhihuan is at Heron Mountain Villa.

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

7. Autumn night in Mutu

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.

8. Bai Juyi's Farewell to Fu De Gu Cao Yuan.

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.

I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

9. Su Shi's "Shuidiao Song Tou"

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.

I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.

I want to ride the wind and waves to warm bloom in spring.

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.

10, Li Qingzhao's Dream.

Like a dream, I can't bear to say it in a hurry.

Sansheng Shishan, Shili Taohua, Li Qingzhao, it is windy every night.