Poetry about parks 1. Garden poetry
Shuang Diao Qing dong yuan
A girl without sorrow, with a smile on her face, advises you to smell the morning crown and hang it up.
You can also speak Lu Jia there? And good boy's teeth? And arrogance?
The eternal right and wrong is the heart, if you catch firewood overnight.
Days net sand autumn
The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei.
Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers
Tianjing shaquan
The spring mountain is warm and cool, the pavilions and pavilions are withered, and the willows shake in the courtyard. Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water.
Tianjin shaxia
Clouds collect rain and add waves, buildings are high and water-cooled and melons are sweet, and trees are shaded and eaves are painted. In the mosquito net in the tent, there is a girl, wearing thin silk and holding Fan Luo, quietly enjoying the pleasant summer time.
Tianjin sand winter
On a winter evening, as soon as the city gate came out, a crescent moon hung in the air and flowed slowly with the front of the snow-capped mountains. Bamboo fence thatched cottage, solitary smoke and weak grass.
2. Poems that begin with the word "park"
Zhong Wei Diancheng retired from his post with many difficulties and asked for advice and encouragement.
Author: Song Yao
Park Geng is worried about participating in Bangyan.
Join the firewood road and get off the door.
The sick elbow hung on the old man, and his dusty eyes ached faintly.
Yuling tastes three times, and Chuze rises nine times.
Five cows are exhausted, and their name is not Wei Hezun.
Drop the ladle, take Sankoh in and send him to the village with a mortar.
Lead the heart to shine and hold tears.
What is the rest of my life? I learned to raise chickens and dolphins.
Appreciate a 30-scholar ceremony.
Author: Sima Guang
After Park learned to live in a house, the Qing Dynasty began to learn from others.
Because it is useless to abandon it, the wood is not complete.
Compared with Lin Quan's interest, he is still a saint in the Book of Changes.
Shame on your head and half white, you will return to the battlefield.
3. Poems praising hardworking and honest people
1, Dingfengbo Song Sushi
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time.
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
2, "Lin' an Spring Rain" Song Lu you
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
3, "Farmers" Tang
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
4, "Nongjiale" Song Luyou
Shennong didn't learn anything, and worked hard day and night to prepare for the New Year.
Rain is afraid of steaming the ears of grain and worrying that the wheat will become moths.
4. The images of Lu and Pu in China's ancient poems.
Good emerald
1, yellow blackboard words
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
When I got out of Lingao, I went east, crossed the temple and turned north.
Go to the snow hall and cross the yellow mud.
The river is dazzling, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable.
The vegetation layer is tired to the right, like a Keqiu chimney.
Yu Dan went to the evening and returned to Xi, wandering and leaning.
Although I believe in beauty, I can't live in it, and I enjoy it.
I love this strange costume, which attacks the fantasy of predecessors.
The old people have changed and become conscious. They are aware of the shocking harm.
The release of Lu Bao is chaotic, and it is no different from people in the city.
It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, but you can't go back and forth.
When traveling, I look far away, the road is tired, and I go in the opposite direction.
White clouds in the yellow mud, and smoke in the snowy hall in the evening.
I like fish and birds, but I'm surprised. Fortunately, I was surprised by Su Qiao.
When I was drunk for the first time, I sang a song and suddenly let go of my staff and got drunk.
The grass is absinthe, and the lump is a pillow, which is a feast for Mu Huatang.
Dewdrops fall on wet clothes like rain, and the moon rises round and round.
Anxiety about elders, fear of cattle and sheep.
So I got up, got up and sang, and the moon stars were scarce,
Welcome the rest to the west and return the rest. When you are old, you will have a feast.
Come back, come back, yellow mud won't last long.
2. Five kinds of plums were planted on the Furuo Waterfall.
Year: Song Author: Liu Kezhuang
I can't look back enough, but I don't care about the snow splashing.
Yaolin stood in the wrong place, and Lu Bao stood in the wrong place.
If you love to kill and chew, you will still smell the nucleus, but if you sing wildly, your mouth will be thinner.
Xiao Lai Cui Yu flew away in shock because the clock tree drew her.
3. Send Zheng Ziren, the rhyme of younger brother, to Cao Shen, Hunan.
Year: Song Author: Xiang Anshi
Pen chasing the wind and Macelo Wong, etymology is Xiaxia Jiuqiu.
Ao Yun, the son of the emperor, decorated the poet with the moon and Zhang Lu.
Dear old man and son-in-law, I am seven years old, and the summer heat turns cold.
The threshold is against the weight of Lapras, so I set foot on the cloud and worship Jiuyang.
simple
Songs from suburban temples? Enjoy ancestral music? Xuanzong chamber dance Xiahou Zi
In the lot, Lord, Sanzo Chongchang.
Put forward a theory and affirm the law.
Vulgar and simple, everyone is Le Kang.
Good deeds can be reported, and there is no boundary to celebrate.
Xiahouzi, the music of the imperial temple
In the lot, Lord, Sanzo Chongchang.
Put forward a theory and affirm the law.
Vulgar and simple, everyone is Le Kang.
Good deeds can be reported, and there is no boundary to celebrate.
Zhang Ji of To Yao Yun
If there is no light in the dark, the soil will not grow.
Your status is lower now, and your ambition is safe.
White hair makes us think of our country and our country.
No one knows Gao Yun, so I recommend him to the Emperor.
I am stupid and ordinary, eager to be famous.
Far from being a noble person, it is difficult to show his strength.
I met the waterfront before, and now I want to learn from Chiyang.
There is no payback period, and I'm afraid it's not here either.
I'd rather be a spring in the stone than frost on the tiles.
Don't go back when you are gone, and don't forget what is expensive.
5. Poems about Xu Xi
Poetry Year of Chinese New Year's Eve: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui Works: Partridge Sky Content: Ding Siyuan Day.
Cypress, green pepper and red pepper, everything is new, and people celebrate the New Year through the fence. Three bells move to the west window to dawn, and poetry is another spring for no reason.
Be careless with guests, open the door slowly, and the fragrance of plum blossoms will grow old. Joule learned to write characters, while Lei Yu and Shen Tu wrote unreal characters.
Time: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui Works: Tasha Tour Content: Starting from Miandong, Ding Weiyuan arrived in Jinling to find a dream on the river. Yan Yan is light, Yingying is exquisite, and she clearly sees Hua Xu.
The night longs for changeable knowledge? In early spring, I was dyed by acacia. Don't write in the future, don't sew at the same time, travel away from the soul.
The bright moon in Huainan and Qian Shan are cold and nobody cares. Year: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Wang Anshi Works: January Day Content: In addition to firecrackers, the spring breeze warms Tu Su.
Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. Year: Qing Author: Tan Sitong's Works: New Year's Eve Feelings Content: The old New Year's Eve poems are very close, often in the ice and snow, dozens of poems can't stop, and their manuscripts are broken and rotten like horses, arrows and cars.
Seeing Rao Zuojun today, I don't feel bitter in my stomach. I recalled Brother Zhong, a message from Shangzhou on New Year's Eve: "When the wind blows away from home, my family is homesick and good brothers. My brother said, "I'm going to work for my brother. I don't know if I will stay in Hecun tonight." "
The scenery is different, quiet and bright. I feel deeply and don't know that I am extensive. Destroy ancient and modern times, only the years, faint wax wine to welcome the new year.
Who knows that Xi Zhongyin Bintian is already a day of * * * defective products. Tung is waiting for his heart to die, while Ze is hard to be strong because of the dragon's belly.
The cold ashes will eventually disappear after splitting themselves, which depends on the poetry soldiers fighting the fire. Year: Qing Author: Tan Sitong Works: New Year's Eve Missing Content: The past is vague, who dares to tell the truth?
From ice to heaven, strange bones are tempered, and a good sentence is beautiful at one time. Crying for no reason is because of the long night, Yin and Yang are better than this time.
There is an appointment to smell chickens dancing together, and it turns to hate late before the lights. Years: Qing Author: Tan Sitong Works: Missing content on New Year's Eve: If you are brave enough, you will grow a beard if you make friends late.
Knowing talent without looking at the device will eventually hide something, which is better than words. Wine drinkers follow first frost North, and talk about the pursuit of the tide in the east.
Flying away and caressing yourself for 30 years, Shan Jian was born in trouble. Year: Qing Author: Tan Sitong Works: New Year's Eve ideological content: My generation is really boring, who is singing "Ode to Shang"?
Ten years of drunkenness is hard to wake up, and an inch of heart is not dusty. Play the piano and respect the elderly, and arrange to be alone.
Gan Kun's firm but gentle Shuanglong roared, evoking a good spring scenery. Year: Qing Author: Works: Guisi's New Year's Eve Encounter Content: A thousand laughs come out, and the heart is hidden in the outside world.
People standing high on the stone bridge seem to be on earth, staring at the sky, but seeing a star like a moon. Year: Qing Author: Gong Zizhen Works: Xin Si New Year's Eve is the same as Peng Zaidao Temple. Peng wrote poems all his life and read them all night, so he wrote at the end of the book: At three o'clock, I listened to the pestle clock.
The lantern bearer is overseas, drawing his sword and dreaming. Snow color fears resentment, and poetry sounds bitter.
The Ming dynasty was full of guests. Who said last year? Year: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui Works: Celebrating the Spring Content: 19 1 1 On New Year's Eve, Shao Xi returned to Xing Wu as Bieshi Lake, and hung a rainbow at night after the snow, tasting the poem: "Li Zeyan is faint, and the jade peaks overlap to protect the clouds; Long bridge is chilly in spring, and only the poet comes home.
"In the winter of five years, Fu and Yu Shangqing, Zhang Pingfu, and Qi (1) Park Wengyu organized themselves, took Liang Xiguan, passed through, the mountains were cold and the weather was cold, the clouds and waves were in harmony, the stars were low, the fishing and fire were mixed, the new moon was blowing, and the wine could not stay up. Park Weng is entangled in himself, Jewish. Park Weng has nothing to complain about, but he can't help it.
Calm, Shang Qing and Park Weng are all writing poems, and they are also eager to pursue their own strangeness. After returning from this trip, each has more than 50 solutions.
Paddles and waves, a dull rain, twilight sadness gradually filled with emptiness. Call my seagull, I want to go down, my back is still in the Woods.
Then go back, swing in the clouds and snow, and send it alone at night. I'm sorry to see you again. According to Meishan Mountain, the scars are low.
Xiang Jing chun Han, I am dancing, who will answer the song? Looking down at the rainbow in the west, it drifted away, and this prosperity is hard to stop.
When you wake up from a hangover, you will think clearly and understand your socks. It's safe now, only the railing. Stay with people for a while.
Year: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Yan Shu Works: Liang Zhu Content: Southern Yan vaguely back to the side array, the snow wall is cloudy, and the buds are tender. After a dream in the middle of the night, the incense burner is dizzy.
It's a fleeting moment, but it's a pity that the past was happy. After waxing, the flowering period is approaching, and the cold plum has become an easterly letter.
It's been a year since the firecrackers sounded on January 1st, and the spring breeze sent warmth into Tu Su. The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
-[Wang Anshi].
6. Poems about rakes
King Qin *
A family of eight, a house of five acres, and all the trees are mulberry trees. Buy ten-horned black cattle, drag plows and harrows, plow fields and splash grass to open up wasteland. Sow in time, transplant seedlings, etc., and irrigate nakata for cutting. Miaolinglong, everywhere sees the surplus, everywhere scenery. When there is plenty of rain, Qiu Lai is healthy. There are also scented millet beads. Attend until six o'clock, stay up late, call men and women and take them back to the warehouse. Play the best, cook chicken and drink, and wife and husband * drink. Nothing else, just being honest and simple, and having a drink with his head down. Nothing else, but honesty and simplicity, kowtowing to the emperor.
1 The strokes are plowing the sea and the paper is like a garden of fields and poems.
.2 The world of mortals hates the vulgar wind and wants to borrow the castle peak to repair the mausoleum.
Wild flowers talk about the four seasons, and a glass of turbid wine is temporarily lyrical.
Cattle and chickens keep dogs and pottery idle, plant grass and rake fields to check grazing and arable land.
The hidden moon mirror becomes a dream, and Taoyuan Road is hard to break.
7. Wang Anshi's poems
It is unnatural to bury the yellow bird in the mourning pavilion.
It's sad that heaven can't wait for old age. The horse waits for the southeast, urging Lu Zhishen.
Going back to Wan Li is to be strong. The tomb door was closed and empty, and there were no shoes during the day.
The cypress is grey and the mountain wind is vast. I was ashamed at first, and Uncle Bao knew it.
Finally, I want to be sad, and I will comfort lonely people. Love the sun, geese have clouds, sand and spring, and rest in winter.
You can't get tired of eating. My role is to provide advice to the sick body.
No one can cure time, so give up what you can. I'm afraid floating with frost is nothing.
Gao Tang has white hair, loves the sky and is negative. I hate Taiwan for blowing the plains and talking about things.
I feel embarrassed to say what I bring with me and think about it later. Meng Mu knows what to do, and his wife makes others feel ashamed.
A piece of meat is easy to find, and a thousand people plan. Anfeng Zhang Lingxiu, Shaobei Tongxiang, good times, less water to build roads.
I want to chase after it, I know it is like that. The bream cannon returned to the city, and japonica rice wine boats came one after another.
Chu Xiang's ancestral hall is still good. Leave a message for his son. Bagong Mountain and Hu Aishan Mountain are eight public names, and red treasures can't burn gold.
Keep the toilet with the gods, and the chickens and dogs may live forever. Ba Ding Shui Snow Mountain's horse's mouth sticks out of the glass, and it is said that it is "Guardian of Heaven".
This water is connected with eight merits, which makes people really clean and dignified. At that time, there was no dust in Ye Jia, so there was nothing to think about.
Peach and plum come from different origins, but it is doubtful whether they know how to drink them. On August 19, the courtyard dream rushed to the Qing court, the autumn was long, and the cold dew entered the melancholy clothes list.
It's a city, but it hasn't arrived at Fusang House yet. Always have a good dream. Jade looks happy.
After knowing the opposite side, don't separate again, and talk and laugh about the bright moon for leisure. In the postscript, Huang Luzhi painted yellow quails flying wild in the south of the Yangtze River, while Xu Xi painted what this is.
Centennial paper is straight, and it is often played every time. Baigou fills the land in Baigou River every year and sends it to meet the ambassador.
Ambassadors often come to shoot foxes and rabbits, but Han soldiers don't pass them on. Wan Li hoes and shovels hit the wall, and leaves hide in the plain.
On Li Mu and Lian Po's Mo Geng. The crane's singing shows that Haiyuan Gong's crane is pitiful and hateful.
White cranes have no horses, and flamingos are numerous. Hundreds of cranes can't recruit, and flamingos can't wave away.
Chang Song died of filth because of flamingos. Road flyover Beishan said, beauty is self-beauty, what am I happy about?
Evil people hate themselves, so why am I angry? Go ear, I can't pursue it.
From Lyle, why not refuse? Do I hate noise and seek silence? Do I like Dan instead of vegetarian food?
You said I was far away from evil, and we sat in the shade. White gulls have good feathers, and jade and snow are spotless.
Without waves, there would be no life. Male and female are often surprised and often corrected, and the machine is often corrected.
I have no intention of being alone. I am like a friend. Floating in the air, this thing for a long time.
White hair looks southeast, and the river is as green as wine. The sky doesn't shine on things, and the clouds are boundless.
The wind and waves blow dusk, and the roof tiles are more crowded. Walking on the Cai River, the soil is weak.
Thousands of people are scattered on the Sui Dyke, just like spring silkworms. I still know the number of roads, with wide battlements.
Women cry at night, and the southwest is full of sorrow. Baiyun Ying Ying Baiyun floats in the sky without roots or roots.
The west wind blows and dissipates, and the sunset looks leisurely. I am willing to go back and borrow some scenery. I often use beautiful colors as eaves.
It can be rain when it doesn't come, and it's the most pitiful thing to slip into the shade unintentionally. Baiyun ran into Baishou Mountain, the same shape.
Moss struggles for the temple path, and clouds fill in the blanks. Dust follows the rut, and waves trust the work.
Faint old north and south, thanks to this strong wind. The top of Mibai Mountain is surrounded by rivers and lakes.
Clouds are shrouded in mystery and can be seen outside Kyushu. With cold shoulders, old friends will buy wine.
The peaks are magnificent and the vegetation is rustling. Believe in the ground and know the sky by pitching.
Stay happy and stay thin at night, watching the birds' backs. In old age, the past is unbearable.
Singing and dancing are not allowed, Huan Gong Jing Kong. Mid-levels Spring Festival Gala is a spring breeze to pick flowers and give me a clear shade.
The road is quiet and the garden is deep. Every rest, persistence or hidden search in bed.
Only the birds in Beishan, after all the cheers. Baoying's 23 rd Jinshi saw that it was the most rugged begging poem in the world, and he was less happy with fame.
There is a guest house in the thatched cottage, but there is no recommendation from the dog supervisor. Solve the problem of playing with mountains and rivers and forget the years.
Shameless, you still waste the cover as usual and don't laugh to make a living. Baogong Water Village is south of Baogong Mountain and north of Baogong Water.
The high point stirs up the distant source, and the mountain mouth falls. Jade color and spicy taste are incomparable with other tastes.
Dense bamboo forests make vines invincible. Manlang used to be a teenager, living in seclusion.
If you catch a glimpse, you will always sigh. The floating name is not polluted, and the arrows are endless.
In desperation, it was abandoned in Chang' an, and the wind carried the old face for ten years. Cheers are too noisy to wash away, and the water in the mountains is empty.
The wheat in the north and the wheat in the north are bleak and yellow in Li Anyun, and the Greengate Lane is not so cold. Without peach blossoms, I am busy returning to spring.
Sadly, Confucius is not sad, Confucius is not sad, and Chitose has no unicorn. Do your best, and you must cherish it.
A corner of Hanwu, burnt and cooked, falsely accused ghosts and gods. It is necessary to cast gold and spread it around the world.
Apricot blossoms in the north, spring water in the north around the flower body, and shadows and demons each occupy spring. It is better to be blown into snow by the spring breeze than to be crushed into dust by Nanmo.
Every time the northern window disease and recession intensify, chickens should stop using platycodon grandiflorum. Empty flowers are hard to find their roots, but dust in dreams is expensive.
There is a fake medicine bag in the cave, but there is no Xuanyuan Sutra. The spring breeze on the north window pillow is warm. I read some books in Pierre.
Before the northern guests buy wine, purple clothes and tripod, towels, rice and rice are accompanied by Liang Li. Take the meat and cut the guests, and the silver plate will be broken.
Qin invited a hearty meal and sent the sacrifice back to the museum for biography. Wild fruit and wild vegetables mixed with honey, badger breast fried like wax.
After a full meal, Xiao Hu's ears are struggling to stay. It's no accident that Hu gave up drinking and got little peace.
Beishan Mountain loses its green and rises horizontally until it gradually returns to the pond. Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.
In the north of the mountain, the wood is more than a few feet long, lying and watching the wind and the moon reflect the lotus. The smell is muddy for a while without summer heat, and sometimes it surprises the fish.
People in Beishan planted pine on the sunny slope, where the wind was warm and the snow was melting, and the distance was heavy. Lei Ji blew my love. He was born to hear the bell.
The lake pavilion in Beishan is surrounded by water in the west, and there is a lake pavilion along the mountain. Since the spring grass grows, I only see the green in the distance.
At dusk in Beishan, Taoist Qianshan returned to Wanshan, and the journey was seamless. Flowers and bees are passed around, and fruit-hanging apes climb.
A person looking for cold water wants to take advantage of the sunset. At the end of the dark, the children close the door first.
Baogong Pagoda and Daolin, one of the three great hymns in Beishan, are buried in the blue sky, and they are not alone in blocking the future. There is a big river next to Baoshi, and the statue is unique to the mountain dynasty.
Yunquan Bie Temple is divided into three paths, and Xiangshan friends stop at a gourd ladle. I listen to Jiu Feng in the same way. When I was 0/8 years old, did the singer leave?
The second of the three chants in Beishan-abbot Juehai travels to and from the city to live in the mountain, and the methods are obvious. Don't go against the truth, every fate starts from the depths of Zen.
The root of the tongue is clean, who can be bad, and the footprints are empty, I have to find it. At the end of the year, the north window is full of pride, Pu Tao is scattered, and the bed is half cloudy.
The third of the three chants in Beishan-Daoguang Spring Dragon will rain around the mountain and note the distance. Yunyong takes a warm bath, and the rainbow is still sunny at noon.