1. What are the poems praising Xichang

1. "Send He Junyong to Mount Ganshi"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Huang Tingjian

The wintersweet blooms are about to wither, and I drink deeply and sleep under the wall of a thousand rivers.

Jiang Hanshan missed his relatives and friends and returned to guard the two hectares of land in his life.

Thousands of households in Xichang have deep bamboos, but no one in Chu State knows about white jade.

If you want to attach a string to the song to comfort the loneliness, who knows the music when the string is broken and the withered tung trees are broken.

The surname of Qu Ke, a customer in front of Zun, was Zhou, and he had a long history of learning.

The plum blossoms have all faded, and it’s really hard to get drunk in Yangzhou.

My mustache is half white now, and I have turned my back on the past and learned from the Spring and Autumn Period.

This book has been locked in the spider's web for hundreds of years, and it also means that there is no end at the end of the year.

Xun Hou painted a plot to obtain the vertical thorns, and his greed for talents had no place.

In the misty rain at the head of Dayu Ridge, thousands of peaks reach into the sky like swords.

The luggage is wrapped in ice, and the wild hotel flag can be sold.

Talents are not easy to come by these days, and they are all alike.

2. "Two Rhymes of Farewell to Hu Zhongli Ci Jingzi Boliang Erzhang"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Qiu Wanqing

Xiushui faces each other for hundreds of miles. , people have always been better than Xichang.

Hongzhai is like a phoenix rising in the morning sun, and his brothers are watching and flying.

3. "Chen Chengzhi of Xichang sent peonies from Huanglou is still a long story, too lazy to rhyme"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhou Bida

Mr. Liuyi The old commander Yang was divided into Yin Xichang, the Taishi of Ning.

Just because I haven’t seen Hong Dusheng, I am like a counselor waiting for Begonia.

4. "Longzhou Academy"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zeng Feng

There is a continental dragon in Xichang, its claws and teeth moisten its scales and armor.

The peach blossoms are full of water and fat, as if they want to reach the sky.

There is a Shilong transformation in Xichang, and the cloud can ride on the mud to thank you.

The legend of Lu has not released thunder and spring, but it is still burning the lamp to break the night while reciting strings.

When I met the Marquis of Zhao today, the window opened to swallow Longzhou.

Confucianism and style are high on the back of the Peng, and their morale dares to take the lead.

The County Qianzhou has been growing for a long time, and the prophecies should be answered as soon as possible.

The wild goose pagoda cannot be in front of me, and the cloud platform must be above people.

5. "The Appointment of Passing Taihe to the Chief Registrar Deng Chucai in Yuzhang"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zeng Feng

Fujian Talents Ancient Zou Lu , the sect master of the article master craftsman path.

From a normal perspective, Yu Zigu can only count one or two.

Taixue Jie Jiefu contends for balance, and the spirit of Ling Yun is heard on the ground.

Whoever Kunpeng blocks the sky from going south, the unicorn is still flying above the ground.

Nanchang is full of regrets, but Xichang is overjoyed.

Wind and rain break up friendship, and the country does not allow poetry to tell.

How many people can have the same career path, and when they meet, they will love each other.

I am willing to listen to bitter words, but the white hair in the mirror promotes youth. 2. What are the poems praising Xichang?

1. "Send He Junyong to the Ganshi" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Huang Tingjian The wintersweet blossoms are about to wither, and I drink deeply and sleep under the wall of a thousand rivers.

Jiang Hanshan missed his relatives and friends and returned to guard the two hectares of land in his life. Thousands of households in Xichang have deep bamboo, but no one in Chu knows white jade.

If you want to attach a string to the song to comfort the loneliness, who knows the music when the string is broken and the withered tung trees are broken. Qu Ke, a customer in front of Zun, was surnamed Zhou, and he was the first to succeed in learning.

The plum blossoms have all faded, and it’s really hard to get drunk in Yangzhou. My mustache is half white now, and I have turned my back on the past and learned from the Spring and Autumn Period.

This book has been locked in the spider's web for hundreds of years, and it also means that there is no end at the end of the year. Marquis Xun painted a plot to obtain the vertical thorns, but his greed for talents had no place.

In the misty rain at the head of Dayu Ridge, thousands of peaks reach into the sky like swords. The luggage is wrapped in ice, and the wine flag of the wild hotel can be sold.

Talents are not easy to come by these days, and they are all alike. 2. "Two Poems of Farewell to Hu Zhongli and Jingzi Boliang Erzhang Rhymes" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Qiu Wanqing Xiushui faces each other for hundreds of miles, and the people have always been better than Xichang.

Hongzhai is like a phoenix rising in the morning sun, and his brothers are watching and flying. 3. "Chen Chengzhi of Xichang sent peony from Huanglou is still in vain. I am lazy and can't rhyme." Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhou Bida Mr. Liuyi, the old commander of Yang, Fenning Taishi Yin Xichang.

Just because I haven’t seen Hong Dusheng, I am like a counselor waiting for Begonia. 4. "Longzhou Academy" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zeng Feng There is a continent dragon in Xichang, its claws and claws moisten its scales and armor in the cold.

The peach blossoms are full of water and fat, as if they want to reach the sky. There is a Shilong transformation in Xichang, and the clouds can ride on the mud to give thanks.

The legend of Lu has not released thunder and spring, but it is still burning the lamp to break the night while reciting strings. When I met the Marquis of Zhao today, I opened a window to swallow Longzhou.

Confucianism and style are high on the back of the Peng, and their morale dares to take the lead. The county Qianzhou has grown old every year, and the prophecies should be answered as soon as possible.

The wild goose pagoda cannot be in front of me, and the cloud platform must be above people. 5. "The Appointment of Passing Taihe to the Registrar to Pay Deng Chucai Yuzhang's Tribute" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zeng Feng Zou Lu, a talented person from Fujian Province, was the master of articles and craftsmanship.

From a normal perspective, Yu Zigu can only count one or two. Imperial scholars competed with each other for balance, and the spirit of Ling Yun filled the ground.

Whoever Kunpeng blocks the sky from going south, the unicorn is still flying above the ground. Nanchang is full of regrets, but Xichang is overjoyed to close the door.

Wind and rain break up friendship, and no poetry is allowed to tell the story of the country. How many people can share the same career path, and when they meet, they will love each other.

I am willing to listen to bitter words, but the white hair in the mirror promotes youth. 3. Poems about the Yi people

Poems describing the Yi people (1) My family lives in a Yi village, which is where I was born and raised, a beautiful hometown where the mountains are connected and the vastness is vast.

My hometown is not rich yet, and only buckwheat and potatoes grow on the mountains. There is wind all year round, sliding across the foot of the slope, and the mountain breeze is lonely and desolate.

He even has a name. He is of Yi descent and is called "Ali's". "Ali's" means beautiful corner in the local Yi language.

I don’t know why my ancestors gave their hometown such a name. Intuitively, it is not worthy of the name. Perhaps this is a kind of emotional sustenance and blessing from the ancestors for their hometown. The cottage is close to the foot of the mountain, just a pot of smoke away. Looking back, the cottage is obscured by trees, with birds flying around.

There are wild stones in front of and behind the house, with convex and concave protrusions, and the attitude of doing their jobs has been worn away by the villagers sitting around, and they behaved obediently. The villagers smoked pots and chatted. Stone bench. In the early mornings of autumn, there is often fog, which surprises outsiders. They just jump in and disappear.

When you are in a house, no matter how hard you close the wooden door, the fog will always twist and squeeze in from various gaps that can be exploited, filling the room. People move around indistinctly in the fog, often stepping on sleeping dogs.

The dog grunted twice, got up, opened its mouth and yawned, straightened its hind legs, stretched out, and ran all over the village. Then the man also left the house, his eyes filled with mountains.

(2) The spring planting and autumn harvest on the loess land, the falling smoke, the pastoral song of the setting sun, the place where I grew up, my hopes and fantasies, the place where I was born, the elements and ingredients of life Mother Earth always has an unforgettable feeling in my heart. In the fields cultivated by the villagers, there are wild rocks standing among them. Countless corn trees grow from small to large, growing in the concave rocks. They depend on the thin soil and rainwater to grow.

If it rains continuously, it will often wash down the valleys and valleys on the hillside, exposing the roots and feet, and life is difficult to save; the roots in the recesses will accumulate water and rot, and they will be dying. The people in the village had finished smoking the pot, stood up unconvinced, and straightened the grains that had been hit by the rain and added soil to ensure the autumn harvest.

During the day, there are few sounds and monotonous human figures in the village. The pigs all lie down under the eaves to fatten up and prepare to sacrifice for their masters during the New Year. The men working in the fields took off their clothes and wore only one pair of loose underpants, showing off their muscles like soy sauce soaked muscles. They bent down like climbing a mountain to groom the mountain.

Work until the sun goes down, then go home leisurely. The village is located between mountains.

Although this kind of place is very poor, it is easy for fantasy and fairy tales to grow. There is a ditch in front of the house, and the stream flows all year round, reflecting the narrow blue sky, white clouds, and green trees all day long... The stream is clear and green, and you can clearly see the blue sky, white clouds, and green trees. The little fish is swimming with its shiny little eyes.

On both sides of the ditch, there is a layer of green and fluffy grass growing on the ground. It blooms in turns all year round, with wild flowers of various colors, tall and short. Bamboo is evergreen in front of and behind the houses in the village, and in the corners of the fields. It is a tall plant, one canopy after another. When the wind blows, the bamboo branches twist and the old bamboo leaves fall one after another, and the fresh bamboo leaves are even more powerful.

There is a lot of bamboo, and there are many utensils made from bamboo, such as dustpans, sieves, dung pans, baskets, baskets, and various things for holding things. The village is very small. It is on a gentle slope. The houses are arranged in rows on the south side from low to high. Between the rows, there are one or two families connected. The ones on the north side are tightly packed together.

There is a piece of terrain in the middle of the village, a lower, low-lying slope. Rice was grown in the past, but now vegetables are green and yellow all year round. From time to time, there is an aunt and lady, bending down to work, playing with it carefully. Looking from one side, it reminds people of a peaceful and tranquil pastoral scenery. The most friendly sound in the village is the everlasting suona tune, and the saddest ones are also those. The man in the mountain puffs up his cheeks and blows the suona to send Shan Nier to the other side of the mountain. Mountains still have the same suona tune that makes people laugh and cry.

This kind of voice can not only make people's blood boil, multiply their strength, and move forward courageously, but it can also make people feel desperate and despair... Over the years, the ups and downs in my hometown have shaped me. I have been malnourished since I was a child. , thin body; like the bitter buckwheat cakes of my hometown people, the simple and pure feelings have nourished my cobblestone-like, thick and ordinary soul. 4. Ancient poems about the Yi people

The poem "Guan Luo Wu Ta Ge at the Arrowhead Field" was probably written in the late Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. Arrow Field is the area under the jurisdiction of Tuanjie Township and Guanping Township in Yunlong County today. Luo Wu belongs to the Niesu branch of the Yi ethnic group and calls himself Niesu Po. He also calls himself Luo Wu, Luo Wu, Luo Kui, Lao Kui, etc.

Before the Qing Dynasty, the clothing of Luowu men was mostly white double-breasted clothes on the upper body, and some were covered with white sheepskin jackets. The lower body was mostly black trousers and black buns; the women's upper bodies were mostly light red right-fold tops, with green jackets, and Embroidered waistband and light black trousers. Women from wealthy families have embroidered patterns on their collars, hems, cuffs, jacket edges and trouser cuffs.

The full poem of "Guan Luo Wu's Tage at the Archery Field" is as follows:

Under the lights of Tage, white clothes are mixed with green clothes.

They hold each other's wrists in a chain and rotate their steps to form a reunion.

Anu plays the piccolo, jumping for joy and showing off the cold power.

He bends his shoulders and relies on his strength, going back and forth repeatedly.

How can mandarin ducks be wild and unrestrained?

The male's voice is like a dove's tongue, while the female's voice is bright but faint.

He sings and sings repeatedly, wandering and forgetting where he is going.

Listen carefully to the best songs and pick them up when the opportunity arises.

The master is busy with his wine and feasts to satisfy his hunger.

The chickens are suddenly beating their wings, and the sound of the tents has become faint.

Letting go like birds scattered, sleepy and lying down in the morning light.

This is Zhenluo's martial customs, and a smile is not enough to ridicule.

Due to reasons such as transmission and copying, there are differences in individual words in the poem. For example, the word "zuo" in "Wandering steps for reunion" is sometimes recorded as the word "kan"; the word "zuo" in "Anu plays the piccolo" The word "di" is sometimes recorded as "lu"; the word "go" in "reciprocating and violating" is sometimes recorded as "jing"; the word "飨" in "plates of food to satisfy hunger" is sometimes recorded as " The word "餮" or "飧".

Luo Wu Da Ge is a group dance that can be participated by men, women, old and young. Take the dance of Hedong Village in Tuanjie Township, where the Luowu people are concentrated, as an example. The women's dance movements are delicate and elegant, while the men's movements are rough and enthusiastic. The dance movements mostly express content that simulates the forms of animals and reflects production labor, such as "Chicken Paddle". "Eating", "Monkey covering the sun", "Wash linen yarn", "Weaving linen", "Pick out honey", "Kite turning over", "Pinch the red east slope", "Repulse song", etc. 5. Poems describing Sichuan

Yīxūxī (yīxūxī) is so dangerous! The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky! Silkworms and yufu (fú), how confused was the founding of the country! You are forty-eight thousand years old, and you are not in the vicinity of Qin Sai (sài).

There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross Emei Peak. ·········The whole article is written about Sichuan····"Farewell at the Jingmen Gate" I traveled far away outside the Jingmen Gate and came to travel abroad.

····Li Bai wrote when he came out of Shu, obviously writing about Sichuan···"Ba Shu Xing Yin" The road to Shu is difficult to travel in Shu monks, and the women of Shu are in love with the founding of the country. No matter how many things rise or fall in order to control chaos, there will always be heroes who will lead the way.

"Rewarding Lotte Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou" Bashan Chushui is a desolate place, abandoned for twenty-three years. Nostalgic, I recite the flute poems in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read them, I feel like a dead person.

Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees lie ahead of the sick book. Today I will listen to a song of Junge, and for now I will have a glass of wine to keep my spirits up.

"Tianbian Xing" The old man in Tianbian has not returned yet, and at dusk he faces the river in the east and cries. There was no farming at the source of the Longyou River, so Hu and Qiang soldiers entered Bashu.

The roaring waves uprooted the trees, and the bald eagles flew forward and the swans flew behind. I sent a letter to Luoyang for the ninth time, but there was no news about my flesh and blood for ten years.

"Wanderer" Bashu is worried about who can say it, but Wumen is prosperous. Outside the spring grass in Jiujiang, in front of the sunset sail in the Three Gorges.

If you are tired of doing divination in Chengdu, don’t sleep as an official. If Penglai can arrive, Shai Bai will ask the immortals.

"Nanxiangzi's Erqian Sichuan Road" The road to Shu has been difficult since ancient times. After a few days of driving, Xinglan is already in bloom.

The stone stack ladder is three hundred feet high and has dangerous railings. It should be seen in the painting of others.

I have never done anything with both hands. Overlooking the rocky beach.

Only in the evening did I realize that it was me and I was safe. Green lantern in the solitary hall.

"Manxing" The second pass is close to the third auxiliary, and the long right hook connects Sichuan. The sun and moon hang from the clusters of towers, and the flowers and plants are filled with decaying clouds and smoke.

The sand and snow are flying as they rush back to the sea, and the rain in the south of the Yangtze River hits the sky. It's ridiculous that Chen Chushi in Huashan is a romantic and talented man but he is greedy for sleep. 6. What are the poems about the Yi people

1. "Rishi Bok" - Ji Kebu 2. "The Hometown of the Hunting Dog" - Jiapan Buha 3. "The Gate of the Soul" - Lu Zi Yuanbu 4. "We Live Shamelessly" - Asolayi 5. "Dadu River, My Mother River" - Bei Shigen'er 6. "The Great Compassion Mantra" - Biqujibu 7. "The Image of the Sunset" "A Bay-Red Horse" - Jike Wulai 8. "Daliang Mountain Suite" - Puchidaling 9. "Snow" (poetry) - Ahe Yangtze River 10. "Love to Dam Beauty" (excerpt) - Wang Juan 11. "The Sun in April" - Mahai Ah Jingmo 12. "Who Moved Me and Who I Moved" - Jibrilo 13. "Looking Forward to Rain" (two other songs) - - Aluo Xiuying 14. "Grazing on the Mountain Top of Zhaojue" - (outside one) Su Yuxuan 15. "Waiting" - Omuni Kong.