The poem about national mistakes is 1. Poems written by actors about national mistakes.

1, Wang Yang, then Luo Lu, was thin and light.

Wang Yang and Luo Lu initiated a generation of poetic styles and schools, which were ridiculed by shallow critics.

-From "Drama is the second of six quatrains" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

2, smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant. Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

Haze pervades the vast Han River, and the moon shines on the white sand house. In the evening, I parked my boat by Qinhuai River, near the restaurant. It seems that Jinling Genv doesn't know what the hatred of national subjugation is, but he is still singing the lewd song "Flowers in Yushu Back Garden" on the other side.

-Excerpted from Du Mu's "Bo Qinhuai" in Tang Dynasty

3. On this day, the Sixth Army entered Malaysia. At that time, it laughed at cows on Tanabata.

The Sixth Legion has agreed that they will all stay in Malaysia. Looking back on Tanabata, we still laugh at Weaver Girl and Cow.

-From Li Shangyin's Ma Wei Er in Tang Dynasty

4. At sunset, candles were passed in the Han Palace, and light smoke was scattered into Wuhou's home.

As night fell, the palace was busy handing out candles, and smoke curled into the homes of princes and nobles.

-From Han Yi's Cold Food/Cold Food Festival in Tang Dynasty

Season after season, joy comes one after another, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracts her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

Year after year, I spent my time laughing and fighting; Autumn goes and spring comes, and good times are wasted. My brother joined the army, and my sister died at home, which has been ruined; As time goes by, I get old and my skin color fades.

-Excerpt from Bai Juyi's Pipa Travel/Pipa Biography in Tang Dynasty

6, the beautiful song is lingering, Jiuyuan Cao Chunmei.

A beautiful woman's euphemistic singing, even grave grass should be jealous of her euphemistic singing and ChanJuan's beauty.

-from "Regret for the Past" written in Tang Dynasty.

2. Patriotic poetry

1. Shu Ting: "Motherland, my dear motherland" I am the worn-out old waterwheel on your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years. I am a miner's lamp on your forehead, and you are groping in the tunnel of history. I am a withered ear of rice; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your snow-covered ancient lotus, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am your billion, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters, and you. Thoughtful me, boiling me, and then get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-motherland, my dear motherland. Motherland, rivers, where heroes fall, I get up and sing about my motherland. I solemnly put the Great Wall on the mountains in the north, shaking the heavy shackles of thousands of years and holding high my son who just died. His body is still in my hands, twitching behind me, with the pride of my motherland. Suffering and struggle swept the merciless eyes of history, and a glorious scar rose from my forehead. Countless broken bones were scattered with the wind, and white clouds started up. With pigeons, anger and enthusiasm, I have gone through many years, many places, wars and ruins. The bodies beat the rolling waves and blood flowed to lift them away. The shadow of the red sun floats on the boundless earth like a lake. Like tears, like green forests and grasslands, people hiding sadness and life are flashing, like the dull memories of my nation. No land has made me so sad and excited. There is no river that makes me meditate and fluctuate so much. Looks like I'm tired. The stone has been sleeping for thousands of years, tossing and turning in nightmares, and slowly grows into a fragrant stone step, wall and cornice. Like golden flowers, the faint bell shakes off the annual hope, ruins morning after morning, and the city floats like an island. Wandering is more confusing than a boat in the fog. Large areas of crops ripen in sweat. It seems that farmers' simple beliefs have little left for the sunny silence when they wake up. Maybe that's when trouble and blood come into being. The compass touches the bow-shaped thread, flows to the world in the opposite direction of the river, gently weaves the stars, and entrusts beautiful myths and women to the moon. Is it necessary to let the emperor's carriage run over the rut on the paper to make the people as thin as two words, and then let me show off my past? I can only open my eyes and watch the bronze civilization peel off like dry land, and the calluses on my hands are flapped by the wind. I want to announce to the sky as luxurious as satin that it is not morning. Your blood has solidified. However, motherland, after all, you have left so many sons with bloodshot arms hanging down after work-gradually clenched their fists, left a rebellious flag in the dust of history, left a failure, left rotating branches alternately reaching into the sky, left layers of fallen leaves roaring and falling in the north, and still covered heavy crops in the south. Shout, fly to the motherland, you left such a beautiful mountains and rivers, left a vision and responsibility. Waterfalls and meadows left glittering palaces, gray old houses left a sharp contrast, rugged deserts and ice at the top of winding ports. How many years of thinking rumbled, broken and anxiously turned into running water and threw it into the canyon. Deep, turbulent and dark rocks kept colliding and rushed to the land that extended silently. In my nation's gentle personality, between simplicity, the pain of brewing and drinking, I saw large tracts of sheep and horses crossing the fence and heading for the grassland. Sweaty cowhide, plows and rakes are as rough as my old tree. The land softens and the feelings harden. As long as there are mountains, plains and oceans, my body will always be magnificent. Beauty is like tree after tree, the waves rolling from the river on the vascular road-my team is vast and boundless. As long as there is abyss, darkness and sky, my thoughts will rise painfully and fly on the top of the mountain. As long as there is storage and sunshine, how can my heart not jump out? My feet trudging through the roots and mud of my motherland were stimulated by the biting cold wind. Even if the door is built, the walled house is built for gathering, sleeping and living. Windows are like crystal glass exposed to noise. Glowing books are turned page by page and spread. Doesn't mean there are crowds and quarrels. As long as there are hands, hands and hands will hold together. Even if a string of bells are ringing in the desert, coconuts shaking like bells around their necks are in the hot air, the tired net on the beach is my hope. Cold pine needles and rice awns are my sunshine to the sun. Sunlight hangs on my shoulders, like cherries, like itchy grapes, like sweat and kisses flowing through my chest. Dark clouds fall crazy rain after my cry and lightning, like dying revenge falling into the tragic torn sky. In history, I always choose this time, in the damp and empty space, to put my voice down into the deep mineral deposits and chest, to echo the songs of black people in another continent, and to sing the "Xiuzi" of the motherland with a deep throat. I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was sad to see Kyushu.

Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, so don't forget to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices. Yue Fei rushed to the crown with boundless red hair, leaning against the drizzle.

Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.

Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy. Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it?

Driving a long car to break through, Helan Mountain is lacking. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.

Leave it at the beginning and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque

Year: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Wen Tianxiang Works: Ding Yang after Zero Content: After suffering, there are few stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Since ancient times, life has never died. Take the heart of Dan and shine on history! Year: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Yue Fei Works: Man Jiang Hong Nei.

3. Seeking relevant/patriotic ancient poems

If you travel on land like an autumn night, you will go out of the fence to meet the cold. I feel that Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty entered the sea in the east of Wan Li and climbed a 5,000-meter skyscraper.

It's another year for the adherents to cry in the dust and look south to Julian Waghann. Note: 1. Dawn: it's dawn.

Fence gate: A gate made of bamboo or branches. 2. Three Wan Li River: refers to the Yellow River.

"Three Wan Li" describes it as long and meaningless. 3. Five thousand sacred mountains: refers to Huashan Mountain in Xiyue.

"Five thousand meters" describes its height. The ancients took eight feet as a section.

4. Chen Hu: refers to the dust raised by the invaders' iron hooves. Hu: In ancient times, China was a general term for northern and western nationalities.

5. Julian Waghann: refers to the army of the Song Dynasty. 6. Qi: the ancient unit for calculating length. Eight feet is a device (one is seven feet).

Yue: It refers to the mountains in northern Thailand, Heng, Song and China, and refers to Mount Tai in Dongyue and Huashan in Xiyue. 7. Skyscraper: Meet the sky. 8. adherents: people in the northern enemy-occupied areas.

9. Chen Hu: refers to the dust raised by nomads and soldiers. 10. Julian Waghann: refers to the army of the Song Dynasty.

East of Wan Li, the Yellow River flows into the sea, with 5,000 mu of Huashan soaring into the sky. Under the iron hoof, the adherents want to cry without tears, hoping that the loyalist will regain lost ground for another year.

Thoughts and feelings this poem expresses the author's thoughts and feelings of patriotism and concern for the country and the people. Historical Background During the Southern Song Dynasty, Jin Bing occupied the Central Plains.

When the poet wrote this poem, the Central Plains had fallen into the hands of the Jin people for more than 60 years. At this time, the patriotic poet Lu You was exiled to his hometown. In the countryside of Yin Shan (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang), he yearned for the great rivers and mountains of the Central Plains, and also missed the people of the Central Plains, hoping that the Song Dynasty could recover the Central Plains as soon as possible and realize reunification.

The author briefly introduces Lu You, word view, ancestral home and Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). His father, Lu Zai, is an official and scholar with great national integrity. After the imperial court crossed the south, he returned to his hometown to write a book.

Lu You received patriotic family education since childhood, and determined to take revenge in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. 29-year-old Kao Jinshi, the first. He was removed from the list because he violated the soldier Qin Gui.

When he was a dutiful son, he was born as a scholar and served as a judge in Kuizhou. Promote Changping tea and salt business on Jiangnan West Road, and be familiar with Yanzhou and other local officials. I also worked as an adviser to Wang Yan and Fan Chengda, and later became a doctor in the imperial court instead of a doctor. Dismissed at the age of 65, that is, returned to his hometown to live in seclusion. He died at the age of 86.

Lu You insisted on resisting gold all his life. Although he was hit by capitulationists many times, his patriotism never wavered, and he still remembered the reunification of the country until his death. He was a great patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. He is diligent in writing, writing poems for 60 years in his life and saving more than 9300 poems.

Poetry has a wide range of themes and rich contents, among which works that show resistance to gold and serve the country best reflect the spirit of that era. The style of the poem is rough and bold, which is similar to that of Li Bai, so it is called "Little Taibai".

Weng Fang, 68, has returned to his hometown in Yin Shan for four years. But the quiet country life can't calm the old man's heart.

Although it is early autumn, the summer heat is still strong, and the hot weather and inner boiling make him unable to sleep. At dawn, he stepped out of the hedge door to cool off and wrote two poems.

I chose one of them here. [Content analysis] The poem begins with a severe weather.

Mountains and rivers were originally motionless, but the use of the words "enter" and "rub" makes people feel that the Yellow River and Huashan are not only majestic, but also full of vitality. But the great rivers and mountains, trapped in the enemy, how can we not let people feel extremely indignant! These two sentences are broad and profound, and the antithesis is neat.

The word "Jin" in "Tears of adherents are all in dust" contains infinite bitterness. Tears have flowed for more than 60 years, how can they not flow? However, even if the eyes are dry and the blood is exhausted, those adherents who care about the motherland still yearn for the south; The dust raised by the Golden Horse team kept them looking forward to Julian Waghann.

With "Chen Hu" as the background, "Tears are exhausted", and the feelings are more and more painful. At the end of the sentence "Look south to Julian Waghann for another year", the word "you" extends the upper limit of time.

The adherents of the Southern Song Dynasty look forward to it year after year, but there is still a long way to go. How do they know that the monarch and subjects of the Southern Song Dynasty have long forgotten them! In fact, the poet expressed his disappointment by writing about the sufferings of northern believers. The whole poem is centered on the word "Wang", which shows the poet's hopes, disappointments and feelings.

This is a tragic voice. Poetry is magnificent, serious, desolate, sorrowful and inspiring.

Wang Fuzhi was a progressive thinker during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and he had a lot of knowledge about the art of poetry. He once used small-scale painting as a metaphor to reveal the profound and broad artistic conception of quatrains and short poems, which is very enlightening. See "Jiang Zhai Shi Hua" Volume II: The painter said, "I have the potential of Wan Li at hand."

The word "potential" should be focused. No matter what the situation, Wan Li will be close at hand, and this is the next photo from the previous day.

Five-character quatrains are the first meaning when thinking. Only people in the prosperous Tang Dynasty can get what they want, such as: "Where do you live? Near here, next to the fishing pond? .

Let's catch our boat together, and let's see if we belong to the same town .. "The ink and gas are exhausted, and the four tables are infinite, and no words mean everything.

Capturing the scenery of Wan Li in a square foot frame is by no means to scale down the mountains and rivers and list them on paper. Works of art create vivid typical images, which can arouse rich associations. Although there are not many words, the artistic conception is boundless and quite difficult to calculate.

However, Wang Fuzhi thinks that only the quatrains in the prosperous Tang Dynasty can be proud of the wonders outside the words, but this is not necessarily the case. He quoted Cui Hao's "Long March", which is full of affection and profound meaning. In fact, it is also one of the poetic scenes, such as "Nothing is said, it is all romantic" in Si Kongtu's "Poems and Words".

The predecessors who talked about the artistic conception of poetry often yearned for this realm. In Qing Dynasty, Wang Shizhen advocated that "there are several peaks in the sky, and there is a little pen and ink, which means beyond pen and ink" (silkworm tail continued), which is an example.

However, we can also see another kind of clever pen, that is, the dragon jumps over the ruler and swallows Wan Li. As Si Kongtu said, "Full of body", "Strong in quality" and "Everything is there" (Poem Bold) are generally due to long lines or sentences, while Lu You's Autumn Night Will Break Dawn and Out of the Hedge in the Song Dynasty. This poem is still a quatrain, with the potential of Wan Li in hand. Compared with Cui Hao's Long March, it seems to be more worthy of the lofty evaluation of "Mo Xiang's four expressions are infinite".

Lu You, a patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, was determined to serve the country as soon as possible in the face of the drastic changes in the motherland's division. He joined the Southwest Army in middle age, and his poetic realm was greatly broadened by the magnificent real world and warm battlefield life. As his "Xiuzi" recalls, "Middle-aged people began to realize less and gradually wanted to see the splendor"; .

4. Ancient poems related to patriotism

Seven voyages to the Western Ocean, Four Dynasties: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Changling Qinghai, Long Clouds and Dark Snow Mountain, lonely city overlooking Yumenguan.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned. Thirteen Poems of Nanyuan Five Dynasties: Author of Tang Dynasty: Why didn't Li He take Wu Gou and accept fifty states of Guanshan?

Please go to see the paintings of the founder heroes with pictures. Another scholar was once called the aristocrat of a million families? Five generations of Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems: Author of Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen is far away from sorrow, and his whip points to the horizon. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

1 1 4th of the month is a stormy day. Two Dynasties: Song Dynasty Author: Lu Youfeng swept away the dark village rivers and lakes, and the sound of four mountains turned into waves. The small fire and the felt wrapped around it are so warm that neither my cat nor I want to go out.

I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country. The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

Post-Lingdingyang Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wen Tianxiang suffered a lot, but was surrounded by stars. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.

Tang Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Shan River is broken, and the vegetation is green in spring. 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.

Book Huai Chao: Song Author: Lu You was ill and his gauze hat was wide, and Wan Li, a lonely minister, was a guest in Jianggan. Although the status is low, I never forget to worry about national affairs, but if I want to realize the ideal of reunification, I can only make a final conclusion after death.

I hope the gods of heaven and earth will bless the country, and the people in the north will wait day and night for the emperor to recover lost territory. The loyalty spirit of Wang Zhu Ge Kongming's famous book "The Songs of Chu Shi Biao" will remain immortal, so we should read it carefully in the middle of the night.

Poetry: There are infinite blue hands in the world, and sadness is beyond painting. _ _ _ _ Gao Chan's "Looking at Jinling Night" Yellow Sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, and the broken Loulan does not return.

_ _ _ _ Wang Changling's "Seven Military ServicesPart IV" is windy and cold, and a strong man is gone forever. _ _ _ _ Why don't you take the anonymous "Jing/Unique Water Song" and collect it in fifty states of Guanshan Mountain?

_ _ _ _ Li He's "Thirteen Songs of the South Garden, the Fifth Song" is not heartless. It is more protective to turn it into spring mud. _ _ _ _ Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Zashi No.5" Alas! Although the three Chu clans can destroy the Qin Dynasty, are there any China? _ _ _ _ Lu You's "A Trip to Jin Cuodao" lies in listening to the wind and rain in the middle of the night and falling asleep on the MOS Rail Glacier.

_ _ _ _ Lu You's "The Storm of November 4th" fights for the life and death of the country, so don't avoid it because of disaster! _ _ _ _ Lin Zexu "Go to the garrison to show your family. Second, "business women don't know how to hate their country, and they sing backyard flowers across the river. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's "Bo Qinhuai" is both a dead body and a soul, and a soul is a ghost.

_ _ _ _ _ _ Qu Yuan's "National Mourning" Who hasn't died in life since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history. _ _ _ _ Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang" is willing to serve the country for a long time. Why was he born in Yumenguan?

_ _ _ _ Dai Shulun's "Two Blocks of Fortress (Part II)" is well-known and has a cup in his heart. _ _ _ _ Gao Shi's "Send it to Anxi" cries, and the lonely bird sings sorrow.

_ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Spring Hope" dare not forget to care about the country and the people, but still want to close the coffin. _ _ _ _ Lu You's "Disease Book" Who expected that this life, the heart is in Tianshan Mountain, and the body is old.

_ _ _ _ Lu You's "Complaining about others' feelings, when Wan Li finds the queen" has a long way to go, and I will go up and down for it. _ _ _ _ Qu Yuan's "Li Sao" Fan Zeng lost his owner, and Han Xin turned out to be a vassal.

_ _ _ _ Yan Suicheng's "King Temple of Wujiang River" died knowing that everything was empty, but he was sad to see Kyushu. _ _ _ _ Lu You's "Shizi" ended the king's world affairs and won his reputation before his death.

_ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's "Breaking the Array, Giving Arguments to Chen Tongfu" has broken mountains and rivers and gone with the wind, and his life has experienced ups and downs. _ _ _ _ Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing Ding Yang" is a magnetic needle stone, which does not mean that the South refuses to rest.

_ _ _ _ _ _ Wen Tianxiang's "The Yangtze River" only shows that the battlefield is a place of national subjugation, so why did they still wear boots when they died? _ _ _ _ Xu Xilin's "Great Wall" made Longcheng fly, but did not teach Huma to spend the Yinshan Mountain.

_ _ _ _ Wang Changling's "Two Poems on the Embankment" can't be entered by scholars, but it is invincible to foreign invasion and the country will perish through the ages. _ _ _ _ Mencius and his disciples "were born in sorrow and died in happiness" fuck Angkor Wat, who was picked up by rhinoceros armour.

_ _ _ _ Qu Yuan's "National Mourning" Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and he never forgot the family sacrifice. _ _ _ _ Lu You's Shizi still exists, and the temple falls first.

Tears flow empty. _ _ _ _ _ Lu You's "Resentment, When Wan Li Seeks to Seal the Hou" looks back on the sages' country in the past and becomes frugal and extravagant.

_ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's "Ode to Historical Poems II" has not received the land of the Yellow River and does not intend to look back at his hometown. _ _ _ _ Linghu Chu's Travels of Four Boys Part III is thirty famous for its dust, and the moon is bright in eight thousand miles.

_ _ _ _ Yue Fei's "Xie Honghuai across the River" was written in Wan Li. Pima guards Liangzhou.

_ _ _ _ _ Lu You's "Confession, When Wan Li Seeks Hou" Kyushu is angry with fenglei, which is pathetic. _ _ _ _ Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Za Shi, Its 220" has one inch of red heart to serve the country, and two lines of tears are homesick.

_ _ _ _ Yu Qian's "Early Love in Spring", the ship crossed Guazhou in the night snow, and the iron horse passed through the customs in the autumn wind. _ _ _ _ Lu You's "Five Books on Anger" wants to eliminate disasters for saints and is willing to decline and cherish the old.

_ _ _ _ Han Yu's "Moving Left to Lan Guanxian's Grandnephew" is in danger of seeing the minister's day, the world is in chaos, and the loyal people. _ _ _ _ Bao Zhao's "Journey to the North from the Economy" has died today, leaving only Li Sao in the world.

_ _ _ _ Zhang Lei's "Dragon Boat Festival" adherents shed tears in Chen Hu and looked south to Julian Waghann for a year. _ _ _ _ _ Lu You's "The Feeling of Going Out of the Hedge Door to Meet the Cold in Autumn Night" Turbid wine does not sell tears of worrying about the country, but should strive for a group of talents when saving.

_ _ _ _ Qiu Jin's "Yellow Sea Boat, Chinese Questions, See the Russo-Japanese War Map" Fu Bo just wants to be buried, so why enter the customs? _ _ _ _ Yi Lee's Song of Xia Sai lies in an isolated village, not mourning for himself. He still wants to defend the country.

_ _ _ _ Lu You's Wind and Rain on November 4th In the old society, east of Huaishui, the female wall came late at night. _ _ _ _ Liu Yuxi's "Five Questions of Jinling, Shicheng" has an oath in the depths of the sea, and is willing to make China Lu Chen? _ _ _ _ Zheng Sixiao's "Li Er" martyr was full of courage in his later years.

_ _ _ _ Cao Cao's "Although the tortoise is longevity" is full of mountains, and the horseshoe urges the moon to return. _ _ _ _ Yue Fei's "Chizhou Cuiwei Pavilion" does not change the Arctic court, and bandits dare not go to the West Mountain.

_ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Climbing the Building" is like a storm, and I am a bright moon. _ _ _ _ Wen Tianxiang's "Manjianghong and Mrs. Wang's Manjianghong rhyme have the meaning of the disaster of Shu Houshan concubine" should sing a big sword in the military song, swearing to destroy Hu Nvyu Tong.

_ _ _ _ Xu Xilin's Bunker means that the country is rich and the people are strong, which means that the imperial city is on the road. _ _ _ _ Zi Lan's Lao Shan in Qiu Si.