There are only a few families by the stream, and most of the fallen flowers float eastward. Kick the ball higher than the bird and fly out of the green poplar forest with a wave of his hand.
Young people go to play separately for a few days every day, and there is no need to wait until Qingming and Shangsi. A clear stream runs through the peach and plum blossom forest, and the water waves ripple with green cattails to moisten angelica dahurica.
There are always only a few families by the stream, and most of the fallen flowers drift in the east water. The ball kicked is often higher than the bird, swinging around to destroy the poplar forest.
Young people come to play every day when they are apart, and there is no need to wait until Qingming to think. 2, "Antique 140 Years" Tang Dynasty-Li Jingxin Jiali.
What is national capacity? There are nine levels of swords and halberds.
Songs and bells are boiling in Sanjiang. Penglai is like a natural structure.
Pearls boast about clouds and immortals. In the golden palace of cockfighting.
Cuju Yao Tai Bian. The action rocked the day.
Command back to the sky. What's wrong with it?
I lost my way and gave up my donation. The unique Yang Zhi Ji.
The closed-door grass is too mysterious. People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded 140 years ago, the Tang Dynasty was magnificent and powerful! The Five Peaks Pagoda in the East is faintly visible from a distance, towering into the clouds and towering over the land of Sanchuan in Luoyang.
Princes and nobles arch around the sun like stars and the moon, and there are many guests coming and going in Luoyang city. Cockfighting is also very popular in Jindian, and Cuju is widely held in the capital.
Their actions shake the sky, and their arrogance can turn the weather from sunny to cloudy. Those in power are magnificent and triumphant; Those who have lost power and influence are abandoned forever and are no longer reused.
Only Taoists like Yang Xiong in Han Dynasty devoted themselves to writing books behind closed doors, and Tai Xuan was regarded as entertaining and indifferent. 3, "The Prime Minister touches the fish on the leaves to watch the tide" Song Dynasty-Xin Qiji looked at the seagulls flying in the air and suddenly moved the drum.
Jiang Jie's team practiced driving away mountains, but tigers were not collected in fierce battles. Morning and evening.
I'm used to it, and Wu Er is not afraid of dragon anger. The storm is calm.
Watch the red fork fly, jump straight into the fish and dance in the waves. Who asked, thousands of whales swallow and spit, and human children play with thousands of crossbows.
If you are tired of knowing what happened, White Horse will go to the East. Unfortunately, human beings are, and also belong to the eternal hatred.
Fame is self-defeating Teach Tao Zhu, teach the five lakes and the west lake, and teach misty rain.
Looking at the horizon, the tide covered half the sky like a white seagull. After a while, I heard the sound of the waves shaking like drums, and the peaks on the other side of the river drove the white peaks like crowds of people.
The river is surging and rolling, like a warrior's endless battle. It is normal for young people in Wu to play with water day and night. How can Wu Caner be afraid of rolling waves like dragons?
Playing in the waves, watching the red flag flying, they jumped out of the water like brocade scales, and the fish jumped out of the water and danced on the waves. No matter who it is, Yue shoots an arrow at the surging tide like a whale spits water, which is just a joke.
Even the angry tide in the sky is finally tired and intractable, and slowly returns to the East. It is said that Wu Zixu carved himself into a tide god with his genus, and naturally he missed the eternal hero because of his fame.
This warning is worthless. Heshi roamed the five lakes, and a boat leisurely enjoyed the scenery on the lake. 4, "Xi Division Exchange Gifts Zhang Servant Shooting" In the Tang Dynasty-Han Yuxi exchanged a corner of the county, and the building was as flat as a knife.
The low wall is dazzling on three sides and full of red flags. What is the end of the morning when the new rain is cool and the sun is not seen? Cao Cao's decisive victory was decided before his appointment, and hundreds of horses and hooves set each other off.
The ball is separated from the earthquake, and the red bull is tied to gold. Turn your arms sideways on the horse's belly, and the thunder will answer your hand.
Far away, two leisure hours, squandering, vying for change. It is rare to send a clever spirit, and the cheers are four strong men.
This sincere study of war is not for acting, how can we sit back and do good deeds? Loyal ministers are hard to find nowadays, and stallions will kill thieves. Bianshui and Surabaya flow through a corner of Pengcheng County, where there is a thousand-level Fiona Fang flat.
The stadium is surrounded by short walls on three sides, beating gongs and drums and erecting red flags. It just rained, it was still cold in the morning, and the sun didn't rise. Servant Zhang Gong, what are you doing dressed up on the court? Originally, according to the pre-set rules of the game, it was necessary for each team to decide the outcome of the game. Hundreds of horses galloped and horseshoes piled up and flashed on the field.
The ball is racing, the stick is waving, and the team playing ball is intermittent. Only those famous horses with red cow hair as tassels and golden halters are flying. I only saw the batter turn around, turn his arm and stick it on the horse's stomach. I heard a thunderbolt from my hand and the beaded ball flew away.
If the ball goes too far, the two teams will break up and have a respite. After a while, the ball came soon, and the two teams competed for the ball, and the formation was changeable. The exquisiteness of serving and the agility of holding the ball are really high-spirited, surrounded by cheers and shouts of brave men everywhere.
If this game is really for practicing martial arts and not just games, it is better to sit in the military camp and make a good plan. Nowadays, it's really rare for a loyal minister like you to shoot Zhang Gong. You'd better save your energy to kill a traitor in the imperial court and don't ride a horse easily.
5, the Tang Dynasty's "Aijiangtou"-Du Fu Shao Lao swallowed his voice and cried, like I stole like spring-shadow Qujiang. There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? ? I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors.
The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot. The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold.
An archer, chest up, through the clouds, smiling. Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go.
A clear wave flowed eastward, crossing the Diaolou Mountain Path, and there was no news. Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers! Tatars on horseback, in the dim twilight, covered the town with dust. I fled to the south, but I was still staring at the throne in the north.
The wild old man living in Shaoling (Du Fu claimed to be) cried silently and secretly came to Qujiang in spring. Thousands of doors are locked in the palace on the river bank. Who is the newborn willow green? Recall that when the emperor's colorful flags fell from Nanyuan, everything in the garden gave birth to brilliance.
The first beauty of Zhaoyang Temple also traveled in the same car to accompany the emperor. The female official in the palace in front of the car carries a bow and arrow, and the white horse is covered with a golden bridle with a chew.
Turn over and shoot at the clouds in the sky, and the birds that took off one by one fell to the ground with a smile. Where are Yang Guifei's bright eyes and teeth? Blood has defiled her wandering soul, and she will never come back! The clear Weihe River flows eastward, and the Jiange where Xuanzong is located is so far-reaching.
There is no news of each other between those who left and those who stayed. Life is full of affection, tears wet my chest, and rivers flow.
2. An ancient poem about sports, Wang Wei (Tang) "Cold food is the thing of the east"
Qingxi wears peaches and plums together.
Play the role of Angelica dahurica in Qingpu.
There are many families on the stream.
Half a flower falls in the east.
Cuju has crossed birds many times.
The swing flies out of the weeping willow.
Teenagers travel during the day.
You don't have to be clear. Tell the truth.
Yu (Tang) Play Ball:
Strong and smooth, the flow of stars, the moon stick does not rest.
When there are no obstacles, fiddle with them and tick where there are obstacles.
Don't hesitate to turn around, but I'm afraid it won't end
After all, it's time to start. May you strive for the most advanced financing.
The above two songs are for football players.
Among the voluminous ancient poems, sports poems are like a wonderful flower, and no one will forget them after reading them. Now a pile of ancient sports poems are copied as follows for readers to enjoy.
Lu You, a great poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in his poem Love in Late Spring (the fourth poem) that he watched a football (cuju) match in Xianyang as a teenager. The poem says, "When a teenager rides into Xianyang, a stork is as light as a butterfly and as crazy as a peacock. Cuju was watched by thousands of people, and the swing was busy all spring. The scenery is like yesterday, and low ambition only hurts yourself. Riyong Dongzhai has nothing to do but sweep the snow and burn incense behind closed doors. "
Yang Wanli, a famous poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote a seven-character poem entitled "Corner Arrival Poetry" after watching the "Corner Arrival" competition held by the imperial court to improve soldiers' martial arts. The poem says: "The square is full of strange plays. Only in this way can we have a joke." . The horn arrives, a banquet is held, and the class goes out to wear flowers. "
Wang Jian, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote a seven-character poem, which vividly described the "football match" of maids at that time. The poem says: "Tomorrow's makeup powder is always next to the Chaoyang flower tree. In cold food, people struggle for nothing, and money is scattered in the library first. " At that time, the "Cuju Movement" played by one person or several people without goals was called "beating in vain".
Water polo was called "splashing water" in Song Dynasty. Song Huizong and Evonne wrote a seven-character poem for this water sport. The poem reads: "The blue ditch in the Yuan West Corridor is long, the bamboo trees are dense, and the green shadows are cool. After throwing the ball in the water for a distance, the meteor flashed a little. "
Qian Fu, a historian compiled by the Imperial Academy in the Ming Dynasty, once wrote a poem called Cuju, which described the scene of a women's football match. The poem says: "On the spot of Cuju in February, the fairy wind blew off two beautiful Juan. Sweat stained with powder, flower dew, dust with smoke flying moths and eyebrows. Jade bamboo shoots hang low in the green sleeves, and golden lotus is exposed obliquely in the red skirt. After several trips, I was powerless to return to heaven, wishing I could kill Chang 'an beautiful boy. "
Cheng Hao, a philosopher in the Song Dynasty, once wrote a poem about chess. The poem says: "Most games are plays, like turning over a play to learn how to fight. There are also Zhou tactics in chariots and horses, all of which have official Chinese names. Zhong Jun is heavy on all sides, but he reeks lightly outside the river. However, I laugh at myself because of the pattern. Men are like Liu Xiang. " The "bias" and "benefit" in the poem are the later "scholar" and "image".
3. Poems about sports are vigorous, and gentlemen are constantly striving for self-improvement.
Lu You, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in the poem Love in Late Spring (Part IV) that he watched a football (cuju) game in Xianyang as a teenager. The poem says: When a teenager rides into Xianyang, a stork is as light as a butterfly and as crazy as a bird.
Cuju was watched by thousands of people, and the swing was busy all spring.
The scenery is like yesterday, and low ambition only hurts yourself.
There is nothing in Yongdong Zhai. It sweeps the snow behind closed doors and only burns incense. "
Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote a seven-character poem entitled "Corner Arrival Poetry" after watching the "Corner Arrival" (now wrestling) competition held by the imperial court to improve soldiers' martial arts. The poem says:
The wonderful performance in the square will make you smile. When the horn arrived, they gave a banquet and took the class out of the temple to wear flowers.
Wang Jian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote a seven-character poem, which vividly described the "football match" of maids at that time. The poem says:
Tomorrow's makeup powder is always beside the Chaoyang flower tree.
Cold eaters fight for nothing, and money is scattered in the library first. At that time, the "Cuju Movement" played by one person or several people without goals was called "beating in vain".
Water polo was called "splashing water" in Song Dynasty. Song Huizong and Evonne wrote a seven-character poem for this water sport. The poem says:
On the west side of the garden corridor, there are long blue ditches, dense bamboo forests and cool green shadows.
Throw the ball in the water to make a distance, and the meteor shines a little.
Qian Fu, a historian compiled by the Imperial Academy in the Ming Dynasty, once wrote a poem called Cuju, which described the scene of a women's football match. The poem says:
On the spot of Cuju in February, fairy wind blew two beautiful juan.
Sweat stained with powder, flower dew, dust with smoke flying moths and eyebrows.
Jade bamboo shoots hang low in the green sleeves, and golden lotus is exposed obliquely in the red skirt.
After several trips, I felt weak and wished I could not kill the beautiful boy in Chang 'an. "
Cheng Hao, a philosopher in the Song Dynasty, once wrote a poem about chess. The poem says:
Most games are plots, like a plot, you can learn to fight.
There are also Zhou tactics in chariots and horses, all of which have official Chinese names.
Zhong Jun is heavy on all sides, but he reeks lightly outside the river.
But he laughed at himself by chatting with Wen, and he was just as idle as Liu Xiang. "
a rat race
Watch tug-of-war drama
Li Longji
The strong will always be Jia Yong, but he refuses to reach the long river.
If you want to live up to your heroic ambition, you must know that there are many winners and losers.
Noisy, angry.
Estimated age, make peace first.
Tug-of-war folk drama should respect harmony and sanctification.
Zhang said
It's good to drag a hook this year. The streets are all open to the Royal Building.
The long rope is tied to the sun, and the cable is used to pull the river.
Fighting power frequently urges drums, and struggle is even more important.
martial arts
Lady Sun's female disciple danced the dagger song.
Du Fu
A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.
The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.
So, beautiful as a group of emperors.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.
But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.
This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.
When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.
There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.
Fifty years have passed, like the rotation of a palm, wind and dust filled the world and covered the imperial house.
The children in the pear garden are scattered like smoke, and the female music reflects the cold weather.
The south wood of the golden millet pile has been arched, and I seem to hear the hay rattling on the cliff of Qutang.
At the climax of joy, sadness comes with the rising of the eastern moon, China.
And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.
Recite congenital arhat boxing
Damocles didn't say a word, but worked hard.
I want to pray for Buddha through the scriptures, and my pen is dipped in Dongting Lake.