What are the eight ancient poems?

1, Wang Yue

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.

Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket.

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

Translation:

What is the scene of Mount Tai, the head of the Five Mountains? On the land of Qilu, the green hills have no end.

Nature has gathered all the magical and beautiful scenes, and the yin and yang of Nanshan and Beishan are decomposed, which is different in the morning and evening.

It is refreshing to watch layers of clouds rise; It's eye-splitting to watch the returning birds hovering into the mountains.

Be sure to climb the top of Mount Tai and overlook the seemingly insignificant mountains.

2. Say goodbye to the viceroy and go to Shu for his post.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place.

Why are you wandering at the fork in the road, wiping your eyes like a heartbroken child? .

Translation:

Sanqin earth guards the majestic Chang 'an and sees Sichuan through the clouds.

When I left you, I had infinite affection in my heart, because we were all floating in the sea of officials.

Everyone knows friends in the four seas, even if they are far away, they are close at hand.

Never break up at a fork in the road, like a child, sad and wet with tears.

3. "Five Poems about Historical Sites, Part III"

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up here.

She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.

Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Huan Peikong is the soul of jathyapple.

The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.

Translation:

Wanling and Qianshan, as if a wave went to Jingmen, the village where Wang Zhaojun grew up still exists.

From Zitai to the desert beyond the Great Wall, the green grave left alone in the wilderness faces dusk.

Only by drawing pictures to identify Zhaojun's face, the ring at the foot of the mountain is worn and jingled, which is the return of Zhaojun's soul.

For thousands of years, the pipa has been playing the tone of Alakazam, and the music expressed obvious dissatisfaction with Zhaojun.

4. Farewell to Fu Degu Caoyuan

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

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.

Translation:

The Yuan Ye is covered with lush grass, which turns yellow in autumn and winter every year and thickens in spring.

Wildfire can't burn all the weeds on the ground. When the spring breeze blows, the earth turns green.

The fragrant weeds in the distance are covered with ancient roads, and Greentown is even deserted under the sunshine.

Today, I have come to bid farewell to my old friend. Even the lush grass is full of feelings of parting.

5. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Translation:

Good rain knows the solar terms of rain, and plants germinate and grow in spring.

As the spring breeze quietly falls at night, it silently moistens everything in spring.

On a rainy night, the field path was dark, and only the lights on the river boat flashed alone.

Looking at the flowers soaked in rain at dawn, they are beautiful and red, and the whole Jinguan City has become a world of flowers and flowers.