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Ten Miles of Red Maiden was a poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi. The whole poem was as follows: See the autumn wind in Chang 'an The grass and trees shake and fall, and the dew turns into frost. Fragrant flowers are jealous of the southern branch a lone tree with a thousand peaks, its shadow lonely. Ten thousand miles away, sad autumn is often a guest for a hundred years I've been sick and alone on the stage. Hard times, bitter hatred, frosty hair in downfall, I have just stopped drinking my cup of turbid wine. There are trees on the mountain, oh, trees have branches I like you, but you don't know. I don't know you, oh, endless hatred The more I hate him, the more I hate him. The dew is white from tonight the moon is bright in my hometown. I have a younger brother, but I'm scattered without a home, I ask about life and death. The letter is long but not long Besides, we haven't stopped fighting yet. Tonight I hear your pipa for a moment I think of home. I heard you sigh with your pipa I heard these words again and again. same is the end of the world Why should we ever know each other? I left the capital city last year He was bedridden in Xunyang City. There is no music in Xunyang I haven't heard the sound of music all year round. Living near the low and wet land of the river yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house. What do you hear in the morning and evening? cuckoos cry, blood apes wail. Spring River, flower morning, autumn moon night I often pour wine alone. Are there no folk songs and village flutes? it's hard to listen to my hoarse voice and mocking. Tonight I hear your lute It's like listening to fairy music. Don't say goodbye to playing a song I wrote "Pipa Song" for you. Thank you for saying this for a long time He sat back and played the strings. It's so sad that it doesn't sound like the sound of moving forward When the whole table heard this, they covered their faces and wept. Who cries the most among the guests? the green robes of Jiangzhou's Sima were wet.

The full text of Meng Jiangnan's ancient poem was as follows: After washing up, he leaned alone on the Wangjiang Tower. After the end of the thousand sails are not, the setting sun pulse water leisurely. my heart breaks at White Apple Island. Please note that the above is the full text of the ancient poem "Dreaming of Jiangnan" written by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty.

The wine was a poem written by Li Bai, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty. This poem expressed the poet's feelings and lofty aspirations for life. The poem described the scene of the Yellow River flowing into the sea and never returning, as well as the attitude of enjoying life to the fullest. The poet called on everyone to cherish life and not let the golden cup be empty. He also expressed his confidence and optimism. He believed that his talent would be useful and that he would come back even if he lost all his money. The poem also mentioned the pleasure of cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, the pleasure of drinking wine, and the meaning of leaving the name of the drinker. The entire poem was filled with passion and passion, displaying Li Bai's bold and unrestrained personality.

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"Song of the Pipa" is a long poem written by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The full text is as follows: The big strings are like the rapid rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The noise was so loud that the pearls fell on the jade plate. The orioles in the pass whisper, the bottom of the flowers is slippery, the deep spring is difficult to flow under the ice. The icy spring is cold and astringent. The strings are frozen and frozen, and the sound is not heard for a while. There are other sorrows and dark hatred. At this time, silence is better than sound. The silver bottle suddenly broke, and the water burst out, and the cavalry rushed out with swords and spears ringing. At the end of the song, I pluck the strings carefully and draw the four strings. The sound is like tearing silk. East boat, west boat, silent, only to see the river center autumn moon white. I meditate, put the plucking string on the string, straighten my clothes, and get up. He said that he was originally a woman in the capital who lived under the toad tomb. At the age of thirteen, he learned the pipa and became famous in the first section of Jiaofang. After the song, I once taught good talents to dress up and make up, often being envied by autumn Niang. The young men of the Five Ling Dynasties competed to wrap their heads with a piece of red silk. The silver comb on the head of the mother-of-pearl hit the knot and broke the blood-colored silk skirt, turning the wine stain. This year's laughter will be the same as next year's autumn moon and spring breeze. My younger brother went to join the army and my aunt died. In front of the door lonely pommel horse rare eldest son married merchant woman. Merchants value profit and despise parting. A month ago, they went to buy tea from the pontoon bridge. Going to the river's mouth to guard the empty boat around the boat, the moon is bright, the river is cold. In the middle of the night, I suddenly dreamed of a young man doing things, crying in my dream. My makeup is red and my tears are dry. I heard the lute sigh and hear the words again. Why should we know each other when we meet again? Last year, I resigned from the capital and was demoted to Xunyang City. Xunyang is remote, there is no music, all year round did not hear the sound of silk and bamboo. I live near the Qijiang River, low and wet. Yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. What do you hear in the morning and evening? cuckoos cry, blood apes wail. Spring river flowers in autumn moon night often take wine also alone pour. Are there no folk songs and village flutes? it's hard to listen to my hoarse voice and mocking. Tonight I hear your lute singing, as if listening to fairy music. Don't refuse to sit down and play a song for you to play "Pipa Song." Moved by my words for a long time, he stood up and sat down, urging the strings to turn faster. The mournful voice is not like the voice of the front, and the whole seat is covered with tears when it is heard again. Who cries the most among the guests? the green robes of Jiangzhou's Sima were wet.

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