strictlysupreme Chapter 225 Running around outside, will update when I return to school.
Chapter 225 Running around outside, will update when I return to school.
Here are some poems with more than 1,000 characters:
"The Peacock Flies Southeast" is the first long narrative poem in Chinese literary history, hailed by Shen Guiyu as "the first long poem of all time." The poem consists of over 350 lines and more than 1700 characters. It is based on a tragic marriage that occurred in Lujiang County during the reign of Emperor Xian of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The poem narrates the story of Jiao Zhongqing and Liu Lanzhi, a couple forced apart by external forces, ultimately committing suicide together. Lines such as "The peacock flies southeast, lingering every five li. At thirteen, she could weave silk; at fourteen, she learned to sew; at fifteen, she played the konghou (a type of harp); at sixteen, she recited poetry. At seventeen, she became your wife, her heart constantly filled with sorrow. Even though you became a government official, her loyalty remained unchanged," vividly portray the characters and reflect the social realities and suffering of the people at that time.
- "The Song of Everlasting Regret": This is a long narrative poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi, consisting of 120 lines and 840 characters. The poem uses the tragic love story of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and Yang Guifei as its subject. The opening lines, "The Han emperor, captivated by beauty, longed for a woman who could topple a kingdom, but for many years he sought her in vain. The Yang family had a daughter, just blossoming into womanhood, raised in seclusion, unknown to the world," recount Yang Guifei's beauty and favor, her death after the An Lushan Rebellion, and Emperor Xuanzong's deep longing. The line "Heaven and earth may end, but this regret will last forever" further elevates this complex emotion of love and hate to its climax.
- "The Song of the Pipa": Another long poem by Bai Juyi, consisting of 88 lines and 616 characters. Through the description of the pipa player's superb playing skills and her unfortunate experiences, this poem expresses the poet's grief and indignation at his own demotion and his sympathy for the pipa player. Lines such as "At the head of the Xunyang River, I saw off a guest at night; maple leaves and reeds rustled in the autumn breeze. The host dismounted, the guest remained on the boat; we raised our cups to drink, but there was no music. Unable to find joy in our drunkenness, we sadly parted; at parting, the vast river was bathed in moonlight" blend scene and emotion, creating a powerful and moving effect.
- The Mahabharata: An ancient Indian epic poem consisting of 18 chapters and approximately 10 verses (each verse is in couplet form). It covers a wide range of aspects of ancient Indian mythology, legends, religion, philosophy, politics, and law. The main plot revolves around the war between the two descendants of the Bharata, the Kauravas and the Pandavas, for the throne, showcasing a grand historical panorama and complex relationships between the characters.
Springtime Residence Notes
Morning mist drifts over the green-tiled eaves, and sparrows chirp, breaking the smoke from the small window.
I sweep the leaves in the courtyard with a bamboo broom, and dew wets half of my cloth shoes.
The old plum tree before the steps sprouts new green leaves, and traces of last year's snow are still visible.
The earthenware pot is filled with duckweed, which was submerged three inches by last night's rain.
As the sun rises high, cloth shirts are aired out, and bamboo poles lean against the back wall.
The old woman mended old cloth socks, the spool turning with the sweetness of honey.
The neighbor's child bounces a ball, his laughter echoing across the vegetable patch.
Yellow flowers bloom on the cucumber trellis, and butterflies perch on the brim of a straw hat.
In the afternoon, I moved a stool to read old books; the wind turned the pages, revealing which chapter?
Suddenly, the sound of flower vendors' voices came from the alley entrance, and the fragrance of jasmine appeared with the bamboo baskets.
I bought two sprigs and placed them in a porcelain vase; their delicate fragrance wafted over the inkstone.
The child returns carrying fresh fruit, wild berries turning red in his little pocket.
Ants moving the sun
Little ants, lining up.
Dewdrops on their heads as they search for food.
A leaf, as a small boat.
Glide across the grassy river bend.
Butterfly Sister sends flower pollen,
Brother Bee is buzzing.
Use a red bean as a lantern.
Raise a golden leaf to represent the sun.
The sun sets, the moon rises.
The ant hole was sparkling.
Eat something sweet, sing a song.
We're going on a long voyage tomorrow!
As dusk deepens, lamps are lit, and the aroma of rice wafts from the kitchen.
Grandpa returned home, hoe in hand, his shoes still damp with fresh mud.
The family sits around a warm bowl of porridge, chatting about farming as the moon rises above the eaves.
Though I have no wealth or riches, to live peacefully year after year is to be a god.