1. An ancient poem describing the morning
Li Deyu The snow rises in the morning. Snow covers the bamboos in the cold stream, and the wind blows in the wild fields.
Who can pity the lonely old man when there is no whereabouts in sight? Xu Hun's rising from the west tower in the morning. The waves of mercy linger in the depths of the waves, gathering the green and condensing red into a song.
The bright moon has not left the people going downstairs, and I am worried that the three paths are the Tianhe. Zhao Gu's Miscellaneous Songs and Lyrics · Xi Xi Salt · Listening to the Morning Rooster in Tired Sleep. Going to the border town to ride, sleeping in the boudoir at night with melancholy.
Put on your clothes to gaze at the falling moon, wipe your tears and wait for the rooster to crow. If you don't feel angry, we'll be crying all night long.
Success should lead to self-hate, and sooner or later it will end in western Liaoning. Yu Shinan In the early morning, the dawn of ten thousand tiles dawns, and the mist closes in the evening under the heavy eaves.
The jade flowers stop the candles at night, and the golden pots send out the dawn chips. Rihui Qingsuo Hall, Xia Shengjie Qi Tower.
The heavy gate should open the road, and the general family should lead to the princes. Zhang Jiuling: On the first morning of spring, I woke up to the snow. Suddenly, it snowed in the forest pavilion, and Yaohua bloomed everywhere.
This year is the beginning of good weather, and last night brought the return of spring. The bamboo in front of the window is moist with jade, and the plum blossoms are blooming in the courtyard.
Five gods should be seen coming to the Zhai Sacrifice in the eastern suburbs. Zhang Jiuling left the county residence in the forest in the morning. He was walking in the north forest in the morning, Xiao San opened his lapel.
Seeing Lin Shangyue again, the beauty has not yet sunk. The clouds are solitary and distant, and the wisps of clouds are clear and deep.
Only when there is no reason to be precious can you know the inner meaning of things. Wang Bo's Passage in the Morning: Guan Mountain opens in the morning, and the stone road is dust-free.
The white horse goes to Gotham, and the green cow comes with true energy. The heavy gate faces a huge ravine, and the buildings rise from Chongkuma.
Now that we are promoting the policy, we are not abandoning it and returning. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Wind The flames of the purple road are resting, and the green apples are blowing in the evening.
The scattered bamboos shake and scatter shadows, and the pond weaves thin streams. The fragrant fragrance dances on the sleeves, and the makeup floor is filled with powder.
Regardless of the kindness of the king, the fan of the Wan sings the Mid-Autumn Festival. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Qiu Yun The copper in the southern part of the country has been changed, and the jade leaves in the western suburbs are light.
The pan Dou Yao light moves, and the Linyang auspicious color is bright. The sky is connected to the Phoenix Palace, and the shadow of the Winged Dragon City is formed.
When you don’t know the time, you don’t meet it, and it hurts your feelings. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Autumn Cicada It's already dusk during the autumn journey, and we can talk about peace for the time being.
The hidden elm is not admonishing Chu, and the noisy willows are sad. The fractal makeup is thin on the temples, and the shadows are carved on the crown.
Self-pity is sparse and broken, and the cold forest is blowing cold at night. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Dew The cold air is early in Yuguan, and the autumn colors of Jintang return.
The light in the palm is more than pure, and the drop of lotus is still slight. It turns into frost and condenses into morning liquid, bearing the full moonlight.
On the Wu stage, the clothes of Chu ministers should be wet. King Luo Bin, Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Moon The clouds are covered with jade ropes, and the moon is full and the mirror is round.
The dewdrops on the clothes are shining coldly, and the frost and osmanthus shadows are cold. The color leakage is sparse and the floating light is rippling.
The west gardener admires himself, but the flight south is not safe in the end. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn water The cold water flows through Beique, and the moon's autumn waves are clear.
The clouds in the picture are pure in color and the flowers in the picture are bright. The pan-melody Kun string moves, and Xuan Feng governs the fright.
Only when I am on the ditch, I feel sad and sad to say goodbye to my love. King Luo Bin, Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong·Qiu Ying The jade Qiu divides the quiet night, and the golden fireflies shine in the cool evening.
The moon is filled with brilliance and mist, and the frost is timid with fire. The scattered colors hang around the empty window, and the floating flowers surround the bridal chamber.
As if you are not tired when the curtain comes down, you should cherish the remaining light. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Qiuju Promote the show in the late autumn, and bloom in ten steps.
The sun is smiling all over the yellow, and the green sun is shaking in the wind. The broken shadows flow and the floating fragrance spreads across the shore.
The golden bead is different, but the jade bead is the same. King Luo Bin's "Autumn Morning" and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu's "Autumn Wild Geese" couplet poems about the sea, pointing to the river stem in the distance.
The formation is cold in the Jinhe River, and the book is cold in the Yusai. It's easy to carry the moon in the sky, but it's difficult to carry the moon to the sky.
Why should I look at the shadow together, brushing the feathers and spreading the clear waves. Du Fu Morning Rain In the morning light of light rain, I can smell it on the leaves for the first time.
The mist spreads on the ground, and the wind swirls with the clouds. Temporarily the color of firewood and thorns rises, lightly touching the flocks of birds and beasts.
Half of Musk Mountain is half of Tingwu Mountain. Yang Shi'e, Nanchi Morning View. When I get up, the moon rises in the forest, and I feel like an old friend.
What's wrong with the people in Lingge? Xiao walks alone in the lotus pond. Bamboo dew is refreshing on clothes, tea is clear on stone springs.
To encourage the virtuous people of the past, a group of frogs try their best to sing. Yang Juyuan: On the Dragon Boat Festival, the servant gave me morning clothes. The colorful strands are still beautiful, and the wind blows them again.
It should arrive in five days, and it should come in nine days. The clear light shines in the temple, and the summer heat returns.
The season is known from a distance, and the sword and ruler are urged by fire and clouds. Ouyang Zhan's morning dressing trip. The moon rises to the west in the village shop and the sound of bulbuls in the mountains and forests is heard.
The travelers feasted with lanterns all night, and gathered their bags for the morning expedition. People are still sleeping in silence, and the sky is still dark.
If you don’t have the heart to rest, you will have a way to go before everything you do. Liu Yuxi's Morning Morning in Winter Sends Lottery to the Sky Birds are moving in the early morning trees in the courtyard, and there is a faint sound from the county building.
The red embers of the lamp fall, and the white light of the wine warms up. The hair is too young and the comb is sharp, and the face is faded and the mirror is bright.
Whoever responds to the solo chant must send it to Luoyang City. Bai Juyi's Dream of a Winter Morning. At five o'clock on the lunar month, the rooster sounded the third time.
It is easy to get up under the tent, and the windows are bright. The lamp that illuminates the book is not extinguished, but the warm wine fire is reborn.
When the tunes are arranged and the strings are moved, the songs are heard and sung first in Weicheng. Li Deyu: When I woke up in the morning and saw the snow, I recalled my mountain residence. Suddenly I recalled the snow in the rocks and who was brushing the daisies.
The bamboo shoots are low and not lifted, and the pine cover should be too many. The mountains slide down with the ice, and the forest slugs carry the graupel across.
If you don’t work hard to hear the crane’s language, then you can play the bitter cold song. Two poems from Xu Hun's "Morning Rising" (the latter one is titled "Autumn Evening in the Mountain House"). The osmanthus trees are green in layers, and the wind is slightly smoky and the dew condenses.
The eaves and couplets hold the falling moon, and the curtains reflect the remaining lamps. The fragrance of Qijiao is cold, and the autumn water in the vase is clear.
A leisurely mind means nothing to do. How is it different from a monk living in a mountain? Two poems from Xu Hun's "Morning Rising" (the latter one is titled "Autumn Evening in the Mountain Studio") The waning moon is bright with smoke and dew, and the door is closed deep in the bamboo studio.
Water insects chirp on the sill, and mountain birds descend the empty steps. Look at your hair in the clear mirror at dawn, and express your feelings in autumn.
Because I know the guests from the north window, I have a good relationship with the world. Xu Hun arrived at Nanting in the morning and showed up at Pei Ming Mansion. Nanzhai dreamed of fishing rods, and the moon was still lingering in the morning.
The fireflies cling to the grass when the dew is heavy, and the butterflies linger on the orchids when the wind is high. The light in the pool is clear in the autumn mirror, and the mountain color is cold at dawn.
I am more in love with Tao Pengze and have no intention of resigning from office. Xu Hun in morning clothes (the second sweet water in Luozhong is a sweet spring), traveling with a moon meal, traveling to the west to pass the fortress.
In the morning, the rooster crows and the garrison is far away, and the wild geese rise from the cold pond. The clouds roll around the mountains with snow, and the wind condenses frost on thousands of trees.
Whose wandering knight is intoxicated in Wolan Hall? Xu Hun: Farewell to Master Qi Ran in the morning. Monk Wu finished chanting sutras, and then he leaned against the futon.
The bells and flowers are still gathering, and the moon in the building is fading. There is a sound of opening the palace in the clear mountain, and the autumn water rolls up the curtains and is cold.
I hate to go in a lone boat, and thousands of beaches are repeated. Xu Hun Master Lang sat in the courtyard in the morning. The quilt was cool and his sleeves were clear. The moon was gone and the stars were still there.
Mountain fruits fall in the autumn courtyard, and water flowers bloom in the morning courtyard. The wind curls through the sparse vines, and the cinnamon dew lingers.
I am recalling Jiangnan Temple, listening to and chanting sutras in Yanzhai. Zhao Gu's "Twenty Poems of Salt in the Past" · Sleeping tiredly and listening to the morning rooster. Going to the border town to ride, sleeping in sorrow at night in the boudoir.
Put on your clothes to gaze at the falling moon, wipe your tears and wait for the rooster to crow. If you don’t feel angry after seeing each other for years, then watch the long night cry.
Success should lead to self-hate, and sooner or later it will end in western Liaoning. Han Xing, Morning View, the mountains and rivers are refreshing at dawn, and the alleys are clear while living leisurely.
It has been able to eliminate stagnant thoughts and disperse leftovers. When people draw water, they get up for the first time. When they return to their den, the swallows are temporarily startled.
Letting go is not enough, the gap has already arisen. Du Xunhe's Thoughts on the Autumn Morning When the leaves are falling, travelers are startled by their first dreams.
Zhongcai was exhausted on the pillow, and things had already happened before his eyes. The hair will not grow black, and the friendship will not last forever.
And make a fair agreement, and return to the farm before you can bear it. Weng Chengzan's "Morning Rejuvenation" When you get up in the morning outside the bamboo pavilion, you will feel free and happy.
The early cold brings a hut to the house, and the lonely moon shines on the Guanhe River. When traveling, eat sweet terrestris and return. 2. Beautiful verses describing the morning
Beautiful verses describing the morning
1. The morning light slowly opened, and another colorful morning came to the world with freshness.
2. In the early morning, the street is quiet. When the first ray of morning light penetrates the mist, a warm morning greets the street.
3. In the early morning, I walked slowly on the main road of the campus. The cool air gently caressed my face and my hair, making me relax wholeheartedly. Suddenly, all the fatigue in my body was gone. , the soreness in my body is gone, and I can only feel the cool spring flowing into my heart, just like eating cold watermelon in the hot summer!
4. In the early morning, I strolled by the pond. The towering sycamore trees and willow trees on both sides nodded in the breeze. Fish swam freely in the water. The wild flowers beside the pond were reflected in the water. , extremely beautiful.
5. On a summer morning, at four or five o'clock, the sky has just turned white. Nothing is mixed with the smell of animals. Everything is pure and refreshing, like a light ink painting. In the ink painting, It is filled with the fragrance of nice green grass.
6. In the early morning, everything is silent, and a wisp of light rises from the eastern horizon, carefully infiltrating the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moves over from the distance.
7. In the early spring morning, the moist wind blew gently through the broken glass window, blowing everything slightly, and then left quietly. The pale daylight also occupies every corner, coating the door with a dreamy white color.
8. The morning sunshine is quiet and elegant, without the noisy atmosphere, making people feel calm, relaxed and happy. I have felt that kind of mood.
9. The morning after the rain is like a symphony. Chirp, the birds are singing the beautiful main melody in the sky and among the branches; clatter, the river is singing a beautiful submelody as it runs; clap, clap, clap, the sound of insects flapping their wings is setting the rhythm of the symphony; whirring. Whoosh, the flight path of the butterfly happens to be the melody line of the symphony; tick-tock, the raindrops on the leaves fall on the small stones, as if the stones are singing a tick-tock song to accompany the symphony!
10. In the early morning, as soon as I opened the window, a burst of fresh air rushed towards me. Along with wisps of golden light, the sun came out, showing a kind smile.
11. The morning breeze blew slightly, and crystal clear dewdrops slid down the leaves, jumping happily. The green grass wakes up under the caress of the soft morning light, and looks even greener under the wash of rain and dew.
12. In the early morning, in the beautiful morning, we, a group of newly unearthed seedlings, looked up at the colorful sky - a magnificent blueprint for the future of our motherland, and picked up the brush of knowledge to paint and add color.
Listen, the sound of reading is getting louder and louder. We did not waste this golden morning, our golden time.
13. On a summer morning, the new sun shines on your face, () the dewdrops are sparkling on the lawn around you, and the cool breeze blows around you, sometimes with a hint of conversation. The fragrance of flowers, what a beautiful morning!
14. In the early morning, a few birds chirped crisply by my window, and the chirping woke me up. I gently opened the window, and a breath of fresh and fragrant air rushed into my face. Take a deep breath. ah! This is the smell after the rain, this is the smell of life.
15. In the morning, a baby wakes up after a night of sleep. Everywhere is full of vitality and vitality. The flowers and grass are so green, which makes me feel more comfortable. I like beauty. It gives me a wonderful start in the morning.
16. In the early morning, a magnificent morning glow appeared in the east, wisps of cooking smoke floated from the roofs of the village, and the air was filled with gauze-like mist.
17. In the morning, every time I wake up, I always hear the crisp cry of cicadas on the branches. When I walk out of the door, I see the wet courtyard after the rain, and a few grasses next to the flower bed. Oh, there are still raindrops on it that haven't dried up from last night.
18. The beauty in the morning is really heart-warming. I am sighing at the magic of nature and such intoxicating scenery.
19. In the early morning, the whole world is clear, and the sunlight shines gently on everything through the light shock, which is very pleasing to the eye.
20. In the early morning, the crystal clear dewdrops flashed on the buds that were about to bloom, making them appear full of vitality. 3. Beautiful verses describing the early morning
Beautiful verses describing the early morning include:
Li Deyu The snow rises in the morning. The snow covers the bamboos in the cold stream, and the wind blows in the wild fields. Who can pity the lonely old man when there is no whereabouts in sight?
Xu Hun's "Morning Rise in the West Tower" The wave of mercy lingers in the depths of the waves, gathering the green and condensing red into a song. The bright moon has not left the people going downstairs, and I am worried that the three paths are the Tianhe.
Zhao Gu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs · Xixi Salt · Listening to the Morning Rooster in Tired Sleep Going to ride in the border town, sleeping in the night in the boudoir with melancholy. I put on my clothes and gaze at the setting moon, wiping my tears while waiting for the rooster to crow. If you don't feel angry, we'll be crying all night long. Success should lead to self-hate, and sooner or later it will end in Liaoxi.
Yu Shinan In the early morning, the dawn of ten thousand tiles dawns, and the mist closes in the evening. The jade flowers stand as candles at night, and the golden pots send out the dawn chips. Rihui Qingsuo Hall, Xia Shengjie Qi Tower. The heavy gate should open the road, and the general residence should lead to the princes.
Zhang Jiuling: On the morning of the first spring day, I woke up to the snow. Suddenly, it snowed in the forest pavilion, and Yaohua bloomed everywhere. This year is the beginning of good weather, and last night brought the return of spring. The bamboo in front of the window is moist with jade, and the plum blossoms are blooming in the courtyard. At the Zhaiji Temple in the eastern suburbs, you should see the five gods coming.
Zhang Jiuling left the county house in the forest in the morning. He was walking in the north forest in the morning, Xiao San opened his lapel. When I saw Lin Shangyue again, Juanjuan was still alive. The clouds are solitary and distant, and the wisps of clouds are clear and deep. Only when there is no reason to be precious can you know the inner meaning of things.
Wang Bo's Passage in the Morning. The mountains of Guan are opened at dawn, and the stone road is dust-free. The white horse goes to Gotham, and the green cow comes with true energy. The heavy gate faces a huge ravine, and the buildings rise from Chongkuma. That is to say, to promote the policy now is not to give up and return.
King Luo Bin’s Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Autumn Wind The purple road is full of flames, and the green apples are blowing in the evening. The scattered bamboos shake and scatter shadows, and the pond weaves thin streams. The fragrant fragrance dances on the sleeves, and the makeup floor is filled with powder. Regardless of the kindness of the king, the fan of the Wan sings the Mid-Autumn Festival.
King Luo Bin’s Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Qiu Yun The copper in the south is changed, and the jade leaves in the western suburbs are light. The pan Dou Yao light moves, Lin Yang's auspicious color is bright. The sky is connected to the Phoenix Palace, and the shadow of the Winged Dragon City is formed. When you know it, you don't meet it at the right time, and it hurts your feelings.
King Luo Bin’s Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Autumn Cicada It’s already dusk during the autumn journey, and we can talk about peace for the time being. The hidden elm is not admonishing Chu, but the noisy willows are sad. The fractal makeup is thin on the temples, and the shadows are carved on the crown. Self-pity is sparse and the shadow is broken, and the cold forest is blowing cold at night.
King Luo Bin's Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Dew The cold air is early in Yuguan, and the autumn colors of Jintang return. The light in the palm is more than pure, and the drop of lotus is still slight. It turns into frost and condenses into morning liquid, bearing the full moonlight. Don't be on the Wu stage. You should wet the clothes of Chu ministers.
King Luo Bin, Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Moon The clouds are covered with jade ropes and are pure, and the moon is full and the mirror is round. The dewdrops on the robe are shining coldly, and the frost and osmanthus shadows are cold. The color leakage is sparse and the floating light is rippling. The west gardener admires himself, but the flight to the south is not safe in the end.
King Luo Bin’s Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Water The Bei Que flows coldly, and the moon’s autumn waves are clear. The clouds in the picture are pure in color, and the moon and flowers are bright. The pan-melody Kun string moves, and Xuan Feng governs the fright. Only when I was on the ditch, I felt sad and sad to say goodbye to my love.
King Luo Bin’s Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong·Qiu Ying The jade Qiu divides the quiet night, and the golden fireflies shine in the cool evening. The moon is filled with brilliance and mist, and the frost is timid with fire. The scattered colors hang around the empty window, and the floating flowers surround the bridal chamber. As if you are not tired when the curtain falls, you should cherish the remaining light.
King Luo Bin’s Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Qiuju Promote the beauty of the three autumn evenings, and bloom in ten steps. The yellow sun is smiling, and the emerald green leaves are shaking in the wind. The broken shadows flow and the floating fragrance spreads across the shore. Jinqiao can only be seen, but who can be the same as jade.
King Luo Bin's Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Wild Geese, a couplet of poems about the sea, pointing to the river stem in the distance. When the array is gone, the Jinhe River is cold, and when the book returns to the jade, it is cold. It's easy to carry the moon in the sky, but it's difficult to carry the moon to the sky. Why should I be with Gu Ying, brushing the feathers and spreading the clear waves.
Du Fu Morning Rain The light rain comes in the morning light, and I can smell it on the leaves for the first time. The mist spreads on the ground, and the wind swirls with the clouds. Temporarily the color of firewood and thorns rises, lightly touching the flocks of birds and beasts.
Half of Musk Mountain is half of Tingwu Mountain.
Yang Shier's morning look at Nanchi. When I get up, the moon rises in the forest, and I feel like an old friend. What's the matter with the people in Lingge? Xiao walks alone in the lotus pond. Bamboo dew is refreshing on clothes, tea is clear on stone springs. It is advocating that the former virtuous people are weak, and a group of frogs try to sing.
Yang Juyuan On the Dragon Boat Festival, the servant gave me morning clothes. The colorful strands are still beautiful, and the wind blows them again. It should arrive in five days, and it should come in nine days. The clear light shines in the temple, and the summer heat returns. Knowing the right time from afar, the knife, ruler, and fire clouds urge you.
Ouyang Zhan Morning Dressing Tour The moon rises in the west of the village shop, and the sound of bulbuls in the mountains and forests is heard. The travelers feasted with lamps all night, and packed their bags for the morning expedition. People are still sleeping in silence, and the sky is still dark. Don't you have the heart to rest, and you have a way to go before everything you do.
Liu Yuxi The winter morning brings happiness to the sky. The birds in the courtyard trees are moving at dawn, and the county buildings are making a few faint sounds. The red embers of the lamp fall, and the wine warms the white light. The hair is too young and the comb is sharp, and the face is faded and the mirror is bright. Whoever responds to the solo chant must send it to Luoyang City.
Bai Juyi's dream of a winter morning. It was missed that at five o'clock in the morning, the rooster sounded the third time. Get up calmly under the tent, and see the bright light in the window. The lamp that illuminates the book is not extinguished, but the warm wine fire is reborn. When the tunes and strings are arranged and the songs are moved, I first heard and sang them in Weicheng.
Li Deyu When I woke up in the morning and saw the snow, I recalled my mountain residence. Suddenly I recalled the snow in the rocks and who was brushing the daisies. The bamboo shoots are low and have not been raised, but the pine canopy should be numerous. The mountains slide with the ice falling, and the forest slugs carry the graupel across. It is not necessary to listen to the crane's language before playing the bitter cold song.
Two poems from Xu Hun's "Morning Rise" (the last one is entitled "Autumn Evening in the Mountain House") The osmanthus trees are green in layers, and the wind is slightly smoky and the dew condenses. The eaves and couplets hold the falling moon, and the curtains reflect the broken lights. The fragrance of Qijiao is cold, and the autumn water in the bottle is clear. When the mind is free, there is nothing to do. How is it different from the monk who lives in the mountain?
Two poems from Xu Hun's "Morning Rising" (the last one is entitled "Autumn Evening in the Mountain Studio") The waning moon is full of smoke and dew, and the door is hidden deep in the bamboo studio. Water insects chirp on the sill, and mountain birds descend the empty steps. Look at your hair in the clear mirror at dawn, and express your feelings in autumn. Because I know that I am a guest in the north window, and I have a good relationship with the world. 4. Poems about morning
1. Get up in the morning in the painting hall to report the falling snowflakes. The high rolling curtains are used to look at Jiarui, and the bright colors are far away, confusing the courtyard. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Qingpingle·Morning Rising in the Painting Hall"
Vernacular interpretation: I had just woken up in the hall early in the morning when someone came to report the falling snowflakes. The curtains are rolled up high to see the falling snow, and the white color fills the stairs.
2. At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, there are few bean seedlings in the grass. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. ——Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"
Vernacular interpretation: I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, and the weeds are lush and the bean sprouts are sparse. Get up early in the morning and go to the fields to weed weeds, and return home with a hoe under the moonlight at nightfall.
3. Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourn their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao. ——"Morning Journey to Shangshan" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation in vernacular: When you get up at dawn, the bells of your carriage and horse are already shaking; after traveling a long way, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly. The sound of chickens is loud, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; Banqiao is filled with clear frost, and the footprints of the first guests are everywhere.
4. When I hear knocking on the door in the early morning, I will open my clothes and open them. Ask the child for whom? Father Tian has a good idea. ——Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, "Nine Drinking Drinks"
Vernacular interpretation: I heard a knock on the door early in the morning and went to open the door before I could put my clothes in order. May I ask who is coming? It turned out to be a kind old farmer with good intentions.
5. Missing the fifth o'clock on the lunar new year, the rooster will sound the third time. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Harmony Dreams of Morning Rejoice in Winter"
Vernacular interpretation: The morning bell came at five o'clock, and the rooster crowed for the third time. 5. Verses expressing the morning
The spring breeze in Jianghan is blowing, and the frost is gone last night
Tang Du's "Far-away Embrace of My Brother, Ying Guan, etc."
The coming of the morning brings new fire. Smoke, lake color and spring scenery, clean passenger ship
Morning: morning.
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The east wind is a good messenger of Yanghe, and when there is grass and flowers, the flowers will bloom
Yanghe: the warm air of spring.
"Spring Suburbs" by Qian Qi of the Tang Dynasty
Spring is late when the swallows do not return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain in Yiting.
Ting: flat land on the water bank.
"Su Xi Pavilion" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
The poet's clear scene is in the New Year, and the green willows are only half yellow and not evenly
Half; most. Uneven: Uneven.
"Early Spring in the East of the City" by Yang Juyuan of the Tang Dynasty
The spring water of the Yangtze River is dyed green, and the lotus leaves are as big as money
"Spring Farewell" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
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Sometimes it rains at three or two o'clock, and there are ten and five branches of flowers everywhere
This is a description of the scenery during the Qingming Festival.
"Two Poems on Cold Food" by Li Shanfu of the Tang Dynasty
There is no youth in the new year, and I am surprised to see grass buds in early February. Bai Xue, however, disliked the late spring, so she flew flowers through the trees in the garden
Two sentences write that Bai Xue couldn't wait for spring to come, so she had already flying flowers through the trees to decorate the scene of early spring.
"Spring Snow" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The best thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Tianjie: A street in the capital city. The grass looks green from a distance; the spring grass is beginning to grow, and a few buds are slightly exposed. From a distance, it looks like a fresh green, but up close it seems to be missing. Absolutely victorious; far superior.
Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Presents to the Eighteen Members of the Water Department"
The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple compete with the flowers and flowers
Flowers and plants of Meisheng .
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1. Walking in Beilin in the morning, Xiao San opened his lapel. When I saw Lin Shangyue again, Juanjuan was still alive. The clouds are solitary and far away, and the clusters of clouds are also clear and deep. Only when there is no reason to be expensive can you know the inner meaning of things. ——Zhang Jiuling "Leaving the County House in the Morning under the Forest"
2. Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear. ——Li Shangyin's "Wate Qing"
3. The remaining clouds bring back the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn mist. ——Cen Shen's "Shui Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin to Return to the County"
4. Why regret that Fang Fei is gone, Xia Mu's yang and yin are pleasant. ——Qin Guan's "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March"
5. Guanshan Mountain opens in the morning, and the stone road is dust-free. The white horse goes to Gotham, and the green cow comes with true energy. The heavy gate faces a huge ravine, and the buildings rise from Chongkuma. That is to say, to promote the policy now is not to give up and return. ——Wang Bo's "Morning in Sanguan"
6. Ten thousand tiles light up at night, and the heavy eaves gather in the evening mist. The jade flowers stop the candle at night, and the golden pot sends the dawn chips. Rihui Qingsuo Hall, Xia Shengjie Qi Tower. The heavy gate should open the road, and the general residence should lead to the princes. ——Yu Shinan's "Morning Morning"
7. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the Xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. ——Du Fu's "Summer Night Sigh"
8. I don't know the heat when I am exhausted, but I regret that the summer is long. ——Bai Juyi's "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat"
9. Snow covers the bamboos in the cold stream, and the wind blows over the wild fields. Who can pity the lonely old man when there is no whereabouts in sight? ——Li Deyu's "Snow Rise in the Morning"
10. Why hate when Fang Fei goes to rest? Xia Mu's yang and yin are pleasant. ——Qin Guan's "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March"
11. Farmer Fang Xiayun, I dare to eat while sitting still. ——Dai Fuxu's "Big Heat"
12. It rains continuously and you don't know the end of spring, but you can only feel the depth of summer when it clears up. ——Fan Chengda's "Xiqing"
13. The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and the Changxia River Village is quiet. ——Du Fu's "Jiangcun"
14. Everyone suffers from the heat, but I love the long summer. ——Li Ang's "Summer Couplet"
15. The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped. ——Xie Lingyun's "Traveling from Chishi to Sailing"
16. Go ride in the border town, and sleep in the night. I put on my clothes and gaze at the setting moon, wiping my tears while waiting for the rooster to crow. If you don't feel angry, we'll be crying all night long. Success should lead to self-hate, and sooner or later it will end in Liaoxi. ——Zhao Gu's "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Xixi Salt·Tired of Sleeping and Listening to the Morning Chicken"
17. The waves of mercy linger deep in the heart, gathering green and red in a song. The bright moon has not left the people going downstairs, and I am worried that the three paths are the Tianhe. ——Xu Hun's "Morning in the West Tower"
18. Suddenly it snowed in the forest, and Yaohua bloomed everywhere. This year is the beginning of good weather, and last night brought the return of spring. The bamboo in front of the window is moist with jade, and the plum blossoms are blooming in the courtyard. At the Zhaiji Temple in the eastern suburbs, you should see the five gods coming.
——Zhang Jiuling "Watching the Snow in the Morning at the Beginning of Spring" 7. Looking for a poem describing the morning sunset
"Deng Le Yuyuan"
Author: Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Feeling unwell towards the evening, I drove to Guyuan.
The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was almost dusk.
Poetry Comments
The end of this poem These two sentences are full of philosophy, and they illustrate that although things are good, they will eventually wither one day
Morning Revival
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi
The Bird Moves In the front forest, the morning light shines on the east room.
The copper stove adds morning incense, and the sarong extinguishes the remaining candles.
The head wakes up and the wind has recovered slightly, and the eyes are full and sleepy.
< p> I sit up without thinking and knock my teeth for thirty-six.How to break up the sutra with a cup of mica porridge.
Occasionally chant while sitting in the morning fast
: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Jiuling
The cold dew clears the autumn sky, and distant mountains are visible. The solitary top is suddenly repaired, and the faint clouds are returning.
People admire the land, and birds also love it. Lin Xu. The knot is based on the remoteness, and the bow is restrained.
Looking up to the sky and thanking Yihan, I feel tired on the road. I have been carrying you for a long time, and I am eager to return to my heart.
Leisure If you are good at it, you will not fail the music of Nanshan.
Morning Rain
Era: Tang Author: Du Fu
In the light rain in the morning light, I can smell the mist on the leaves for the first time. Just before it sprinkled on the ground, the wind swirled against the clouds.
The color of firewood and thorns suddenly appeared, lightly touching the birds and beasts. Half of the Musk Mountain, the pavilion was not fully divided into the afternoon.
Morning
p>Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
The early morning smoke breaks through, and the shadows of pines and bamboos are scattered.
The old man gets up to burn incense, and the boy goes to draw a well.
I will never fall into the realm of carriages and horses.
I would like to learn from Pang Gong, and the whole family will be in peace.
Xiaobo Hanyang Ferry
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Zhenbai
The moon falls over the ancient ferry, and Wuchang City is not yet open. The remaining lights illuminate the market, and the dawn colors distinguish the towers.
The clouds leave from Cangwu, and the water comes from the tomb. Fangzhou No. Parrot, I will remember your talents.
A leisurely walk in the spring dynasty
Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Yang Shidao
Take a leisurely bath in Henan, and walk in the northern forest and pond in the early morning. Borrowing the fragrant grass, the orchids attack the quiet valley.
The dawn breaks in the mist, and spring birds are seen in the flowers. The wild paths are always full of fragrance, and the bamboo shoots on the mountain steps are repeatedly invaded.
Why do you need to be lightly covered? , peaches and plums form shade by themselves.
White dew
Era: Tang Author: Du Fu
White dew is packed with sweet seeds, and scattered with horse hooves in the early morning.
The garden is open There are even stones and trees, and boats are crossing into the rivers.
Just by looking at the fish, I can see the happy birds, and the whipping whip is anxious for the birds to roost.
Gradually I know that autumn is beautiful, but the secluded paths may be treacherous.
The proud fisherman
The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the morning mist is connected. The stars are about to turn and thousands of sails are dancing. It seems that the soul of the dream has returned to the emperor. Hearing the words of the sky, he asked me diligently where I was going. I reported that the road was long and the sun was setting. There is an astonishing line in the poem. The wind of ninety thousand miles is rising. The wind stops, and the boat blows away three mountains! [1] 8. Write a poem describing an autumn morning
1. "Autumn Poems"
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring.
A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky.
Translation: Since ancient times, I have felt sad and lonely every autumn, but I think autumn is better than spring. In the clear sky, a crane flew up from the clouds, which triggered my poetry to reach the blue sky.
2. "Qilise"
Southern and Northern Dynasties: Xie Lingyun
The heart accumulates in the autumn morning, and the morning accumulation spreads out the view.
The lonely traveler is sad and dies, and the journey on foot is steep.
The rocks are shallow and the water is murmuring, and the mountains are shining in the sunset.
The wild forest is full of chaos, and mourning birds are screaming at each other.
Translation: In the autumn morning, my thoughts of traveling became more intense. With this kind of thoughts of traveling in the autumn morning, I enjoyed the sightseeing and sightseeing. Seeing the rapids of the river and the crumbling river banks made me feel even more sad about my long wandering outside. I saw the rapids passing by, and the sunset shining over the western mountains. Leaves are falling in the deserted forest, and mourning birds are wailing sadly.
3. "Autumn View of Chang'an"
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
The building is leaning against the frost tree, and there is no mirror in the sky.
Nanshan Mountain and autumn colors are both powerful.
Translation: The pavilion is leaning against the frost-covered woods, and the sky is like a bright mirror without a single cloud. The majestic Nanshan Mountain and the refreshing autumn colors compete with each other in momentum.
4. "Ascend the High"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The wind is strong, the apes high in the sky whistle in mourning, and the white birds fly back from the clear sand in Zhu.
The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage.
Difficulty hates the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes muddy.
Translation: The wind is strong and the sky is high, the cries of the apes are very sad, and there are birds circling on the riverbank with clear water and white sand.
The endless trees are rustling with fallen leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling in and rushing forward. I feel sad about the autumn scenery, wandering thousands of miles and being a guest all year round. I have been plagued by illnesses throughout my life and now I am alone on the high platform. After going through hardships and bitterness, my hair has grown white on my temples, and my heart is full of decadence and I have stopped drinking wine to drink my sorrow.
5. "Huanxisha·Jiangcun Road"
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
Ten miles west, the ripe rice smells fragrant, and the hibiscus hedgerows are long and drooping. Mountain fruits are green and yellow.
The thick fog makes the air moist in the autumn morning, and the thin clouds cover the cool afternoon, so there is no need to fly the cover to protect the military uniform.
Translation: The golden Shili Pingchou is filled with the fragrant fragrance of rice, the red hibiscus flowers are blooming beside the bamboo fence of the farmhouse, the moso bamboos swaying in the wind are green and long, and there are numerous green and yellow mountain fruits. Smilingly hanging on the branches. The fog is getting thicker in the autumn morning, and the moist air is refreshing. The thin clouds at noon covered the sun again, and there was no need for the attendants to cover my uniform. 9. What are the poems that describe the morning?
1. Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest. ——Chang Jian "Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple"
Explanation: I walked into this ancient temple early in the morning, and the rising sun reflected the woods on the mountain.
2. The White Emperor's farewell speech is among the colorful clouds, and the thousand miles to the tombs are returned in one day. ——Li Bai's "Early Departure from Baidi City"
Interpretation: When I bid farewell to Baidi City in the morning, the sky was filled with colorful clouds. The boat had traveled thousands of miles of water, as if it had returned to its original place in one day.
3. Thousands of tiles are illuminated by the dawn, and the duplex eaves are covered with mist at dusk. —— Yu Shinan "Morning Morning"
Definition: The tiles on the house reflect the dawn, looking forward to the sunshine at dawn. Above the heavy eaves, the night fog began to gradually dissipate.
4. Starting in the morning to march for the priests, the travelers mourn their hometown. ——Wen Tingyun's "Morning Journey to Shangshan"
Definition: Get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; the wanderer who has traveled a long way sadly misses his hometown.
5. The autumn wind is so biting, and the white dew is morning frost. ——Zuo Si "Miscellaneous Poems·How Bittern the Autumn Wind"
Interpretation: Why is the autumn wind so biting and cold, and the white dew has turned into morning frost.
6. In the morning light of light rain, I can smell it on the leaves for the first time. —— Du Fu's "Morning Rain"
Definition: The drizzle is falling, and under the faint morning light, the first drizzle is felt by the green leaves.
7. Walking in the northern forest in the morning, Xiao San opened his lapel. ——Zhang Jiuling, "Morning Out of the Jungle Forest"
Definition: Get up in the morning and take a walk in Beilin, with your clothes open, very free and easy.
8. Travelers feasted with lanterns all night and packed their bags for the morning expedition. —— Ouyang Zhan "Morning Packing"
Definition: The lights of the hotel stay up all night, and people in the early morning also start to pack their bags.
9. Nan Zhai dreamed of fishing rods, and the moon was still lingering in the morning. ——Xu Hun "Arrived at the South Pavilion in the Morning to Pei Ming's Mansion"
Explanation: When I fell asleep in the south wing, I dreamed of fishing. When I got up in the morning, I found the afterimage of the moon in the sky.
10. When I get up in the morning outside the bamboo pavilion, I feel free and happy. ——Weng Chengzan's "Morning Rising"
Definition: Waking up in the small house deep in the bamboo forest in the morning, feeling carefree and relaxed, the mood is extremely high.