"The black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it, and the armor light opens to the sun. The sound of horns fills the sky with autumn colors, stuffed with swallow fat and night purple. Half a roll of red flags is in the water, and the frost is heavy and the cold is silent. repay the king's will on the golden platform, and carry the jade dragon to die for the king. ”

"This is a poem by Li He, who has the talent of 'ghost fairy'. Entitled "Yanmen is too guarded". ”

Xiao Niang's face is thin and difficult to cry, and the peach eyebrows are long and easy to feel sad. The world is divided into three bright moonlit nights, and the two scoundrels are Yangzhou. ”

"This is Xu Ning's "Remembering Yangzhou"."

"The dragon and the tiger are in the layers of trees, and the potential to enter the floating clouds is also collapsed. In a kind of green mountains and autumn grass, passers-by only worship the Han Wenling. ”

"The title of this poem is "Passing by the Tomb of Qin Shi Huang", which is by Xu Hun."

"Hmmm! Yours is it! I think you can get it all right. …… Chang'an looked back at the pile of embroidery, and the top of the mountain opened a thousand doors. As soon as the concubine laughed on the red dust, no one knew that it was a lychee. ”

"This is the late Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's "Quatrain of the Qing Palace".

"The green mountains are hidden in the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where does the jade teach? ”

"Du Mu's. "Judge Han Xuan of Yangzhou". ”

"Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, there are people in Baiyunsheng. Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February. ”

"This is still Du Mu's. The title of the poem is "Mountain Walk". ”

"There has always been only love, what is called the bridge of love. Since then, he has changed his name to Zheliu, and let him get rid of hatred one by one. ”

"This poem is Yongtao's "The Bridge of Love"."

"I have seen the last words in the green history, and today I am floating over this grave. The word guest should know me if he has a spirit, and he has no master and has mercy on the king. Shilin buried the spring grass, and the bronze bird was desolate to the curtain clouds. No wonder Linfeng is melancholy, and wants to learn to learn swords in the army. ”

"This is Wen Tingyun's "Over Chen Lin's Tomb".

"Xiang was unwell at night, and drove to the ancient plain. The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk. ”

"Li Shangyin's "Le You Yuan"."

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight. There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. ”

"Li Shangyin's. It's an untitled poem. ”

"I once saw Magu outside the square, and I heard that Junshan has not been there since ancient times. Yuan is the top stone of Kunlun Mountain, and the sea breeze rests on Dongting Lake. ”

"This is Fang Qian's "Title Jun Mountain"."

"Xuanzong returned to Ma Yang Concubine and died, and the clouds and rain are unforgettable. After all, it is a matter of the Holy Tomorrow, who is Jingyang Gongjing. ”

"This is Zheng Jin's "Ma Weipo"."

"The rise and fall of the family and the country comes from time to time, why should the Wu people complain about Xi Shi. If Xi Shi dissolves the Wu Kingdom, who will the Yue Kingdom die? ”

This is Luo Yin's poem. It's called "Shih Tzu". ”

"Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth. There are flowers that can be folded straight and must be folded, and there are no flowers and empty branches. ”

"This is Anonymous's "Golden Threaded Clothes"! There is no need to find out who did it. ”

"The end of the Sui River is this river, and it has been thousands of miles away. If there is no water temple dragon boat incident, there are not many common merits? ”

"This is "Bianhe Nostalgia". Pi Rixiu's. ”

"Is it sad that you can't draw it? Draw people's hearts and chase the world's feelings. Jun looks at six pictures of the Southern Dynasty, and the old wood is full of cold clouds. ”

"Wei Zhuang's Jinling Map."

"When autumn comes, September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom. The heavenly incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor. ”

"This is Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum" poem."

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. ”

"This is Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue"."

"Thousands of shapes are still empty, reflecting the water and hiding the mountains. The infinite drought seedlings are exhausted, and the leisurely place is a strange peak. ”

"This is Laihu's "Cloud" poem"

"The young entourage will be a poet and return to his hometown when his head is white. The 100,000 Han army was scattered, blowing alone and bending towards the remnant sun. ”

"This is Zhang Qiao's "Old Pawn of Hehuang"."

"The maple leaves are thousands of branches, and the river bridge is late. Yijun's heart is like the water of the West River, flowing east day and night. ”

"This is the poetess Yu Xuanji's "Jiangling Sorrowful Hopes".

"The Yangtze River is headed by Yang Liuchun, and Yang Hua is worried about killing the people who cross the river. A few bagpipes leave the pavilion late, Jun to Xiaoxiang and I to Qin. ”

"This is Zheng Gu's "Farewell to Friends".

"From the small thorns in the deep grass, now I gradually feel the basil. At that time, people didn't know Lingyun Mu, and they waited until Lingyun was high. ”

"I know that, too. It is Du Xunhe's "Komatsu". ”

"Wow! You know all about it, you're a prodigy! I'm convinced! ”

"How? Ye Gongzi! You can't bother me if you wear out your mouth, right? Ruan Xiaofeng couldn't help but smile and said harmlessly.

"Don't be complacent!" I saw that Ye Wuwu suddenly had an idea, and said, "I still have a poem for you to guess its title and author!" ”

"Ye Gongzi! You can take your time, you can't bother me. ”

"Alright! Xiaofeng! Listen! …… In March, the floating dust disturbed the river, and a volley opened the eyes. The earth wakes up and the sunrise cleanses the world, and the autumn wind cleans the clouds and cranes. Spring sleep and summer dawn turn for a year, and the wax moon is cold and plum is snowy. The blue field under the fence is warm, and she is confused. ……”

"This is ......" Ruan Xiaofeng couldn't help but be stunned as soon as he said it. She just felt that she had no impression of the poem at all, let alone its title and author. However, she knew in her heart that although she was familiar with the poetry of previous dynasties, there would always be areas that she had not touched. Therefore, Ruan Xiaofeng thought of the Tang Dynasty and the Sui Dynasty, and thought of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Eastern and Western Jin Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms and the Han Dynasty, but he couldn't think of it and couldn't tell where the poem he recited came from. So, Ruan Xiaofeng couldn't hold it back, and finally opened his mouth to ask: "Ye Gongzi! Can you remind me of the dynasty and era in which this poem originated? ”

"Hahaha......" Ye Wuwu finally laughed happily and said, "Xiaofeng! I've finally stumped you, haven't I? You know a lot, but I'm still stumped you, it's not easy! ”

"Oops! Don't make fun of me! You've memorized many verses, and I've answered them all. This is the first one! Just remind me! I can guarantee that if you tell me the date of this poem, I will be able to tell its title and author! ”

"Hahaha......" Ye couldn't help laughing, "even if I tell the age of the poem, you can't tell its title and author!" ”

"I don't believe it! Not at all! Ye Gongzi! Just tell me the era when the poem was written! ”

"Alright! I'll let you try! I think you are 'not dead until you reach the Yellow River'! Listen up! The era of this poem was not seen in the past and in the future, and it was in this troubled era that the Tang Dynasty was ruined. ”

"Troubled times?! ......" Ruan Xiaofeng couldn't help but wonder, "Then you say that this poem was written by people today?" But how come I don't even have the slightest impression? …… Geniuses like Sikong Tu, Han Wu, Li Cunxuan, Wang Yan, Wei Zhuang, and Li Xun have never written such poems! Listening to this verse is fresh and beautiful, it must have been written by an extraordinary man! But who is he? ……”

"Hahaha! Where did you think of it? Ye Wuwu looked at Ruan Xiaofeng's thoughtful appearance, and couldn't help laughing, "You are now 'I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain'." To tell you the truth, the author of this poem is 'far away, close at hand'. ”

"Ahh ......" Ruan Xiaofeng couldn't help but look at Ye harmless in surprise when he heard this, and said, "So this poem was actually written by you, Young Master Ye?!" …… I can't imagine it! ”