The day before yesterday, your family drank wine, and there was a royal banquet yesterday.
Today, we will meet at my home for three days.
When chatting in Song Dynasty, he advised wine.
Let's drink to me and make three wishes with you.
I hope the world is peaceful and strong.
Third, I would like to meet the old man and meet him several times.
[Appreciation] Bai Juyi wrote this poem for an old friend, praying for peace in the world and strong health forever. Old friends are old and can meet for the first time. When they meet, they propose a toast. Old friends have deep feelings, which can be seen here.
Nian Nujiao (Fan Chengda)
Ten years ago, I was drunk with Jinghua Shu wine and spent thousands of calyx. I took a look when I went back to Wu. I was pitching yesterday. Lean on the carved fence, be ashamed of snow, be afraid of flowers. Wipe your eyes and you will keep your promise in the fog. I heard that the family dinner was a mess, the wind turned to night and the moon set on the west wing. Liangzhou plays through the spring, and it is fun not to drink. Touch the fragrance of heaven, stay with the beautiful scenery of the countryside, and don't drink until the lights are gone. Born of socks and dust, I give you Heluo.
A reply to the rhyme of Yu Zi's family banquet (Su Shi)
Jin Zun advised Meng Guang to teach him how to play the flute.
Men and women surrounded Taibai with clothes and fanned pillows to harass A Xiang.
Poetry is sick in spring, and wine is busy for the time being.
When I wake up, it can be said that the sun is in Baicaogang in the southwest.
Source: Su Shi's Poems Volume Six
Cheng Bo's family banquet is cooked for nothing, and the wine is exhausted all night (Su Shi)
It is difficult to make peace, but the monk's hat is small but empty.
Don't call neighbors to drink through the fence. Be sure to guard against the official department when holding the urn.
Taoist orders, the so-called separation and integration in the divine music.
Du Shi Yun, shall we call my old neighbor to join us, call him through the fence, and then empty the jar? .
Source: Su Shi's Poetry Volume 29
Jeju Family Banquet (Wang Wei)
Although connected with the human environment, the closed door has become seclusion. Zhuang Zushi, Confucianism.
Deep alleys are quiet, and idle doors are high and sparse. Lotus hoes repair medicine gardens and scatter agricultural books.
The guests shook the Korean side, and China fed wild vegetables in the kitchen. The husband drank the most, and Jingyan gave birth to Lv Lin.
Translation:
Although the place where I live is not very remote, I have become a hermit behind closed doors. I live a quiet pastoral life, watching the sunset slanting in the deep lane every day, and creating a quiet and beautiful atmosphere through tall and sparse willows. "Lotus hoes repair medicine gardens and pass on agricultural books." It is about the daily life of the host, which is very idyllic. "The guests shake hands and the Chinese kitchen feeds wild vegetables." This is a feast scene, eating fresh vegetables picked from the ground. The last sentence praised the master Zhao Weng, which showed the poet's longing for seclusion and praised the master's interest in life.
Mid-Autumn Festival in Water and Human Rhyme (Wang Xu)
The west wind is rolling in the air, and you can listen to the family dinner while lying down. Affectionate only, blue sky and bright moon, willing to meet. Because I remember that year, the South Building was full of guests. Speak naturally, blow the whistle and blow the pipe. Whoever asks more will iron the clothes. In the dream, Xianyou was shocked. It's hard to face old friends when you are sad. It is too late to stay in the husband and repair the wheel of Guangxi. Water tune the song, strong heart to pay, a sigh If you can't sleep under the clear light, you might as well call for wine to keep warm again.
Midnight (Xue Neng)
Go whoring with the Yao family, have a night banquet for the king of Wu, and have a night song full of painting halls.
On this day, Mei Qing, Nuzhen luggage begging for food.
Chunyuan Family Banquet (Zhangwei)
The spring scenery in Nanyuan is just right, and the older woman walks with the younger woman. No one who climbs the stairs in the bamboo forest.
Pathfinder prophet among flowers. Cherry sheds the eaves, willow leaves the branches.
Shan Jian drunk singing a song and killed Zhong Er with a jagged smile.
2. The poem about the banquet "Nineteen Ancient Poems"
Year: Korea Author: Han Anonymous
The banquet is good tonight, and the joy is hard to express.
The timbre of guzheng is so elegant, it is the most fashionable piece, exquisite and ingenious.
A virtuous person speaks highly of music and knows the true meaning of musicians.
Qi Xin has the same wish, but the meaning is not extended.
Life is like a Lv Ji, only I am like dust, which is blown away by the wind in an instant.
Why don't you want to go ahead, be an official first, and enjoy the wealth.
Doing nothing is poor and humble, and it is often bitter.
Yaotaiyue
Year: Song Author: Anonymous
The wind is cold, the trees are frozen, and the garden is as quiet as washing. Cold plum takes the lead, and they are scrambling to spit fragrant buds. Show off your modesty, explore the warmth and bully the cold, and make up your face. In one breath, flowers are superior. The snow is clear and beautiful after waxing. Give a banquet for everyone, and the south knows the banquet. Nice discount, Dong Jun Post. Send the information of Lingtou to a far place. When you meet a poet and a person who loves wine, you can compose music first, and then respect it. Have a good trip, enjoy the scenery, and don't get tired of Tao Tao's silence. Qiang tube resentment, Qionghua compose. Dingding seed bait. General, quench your thirst, think like this.
3. Bai Juyi's poem "Song of Eternal Sorrow" was written by Bai Juyi and described the preference of Tang Xuanzong for the countryside.
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
The emperor's eyes are always staring at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Faxin, a disciple of Liyuan, and the moth old lady in Jiao Fang. Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. The porcelain mandarin duck on the roof is getting thicker and thicker with the morning frost, and his kingfisher blue cover feels more lonely and cold.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.