Tang Bai Juyi
The ridge of the pavilion is too high for you to tear down, and the owner keeps it as the western mountain.
Take a good look at the sunset, a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.
Jiang
Tang Bai Juyi
Climbing high and looking far, thinking leisurely, Jiang Ting didn't come back at night.
Red waves boil at dusk and white smoke blooms at the beginning of the month.
Don't send snow feathers to spring, tweezers and frost hairs to old age.
I dare to make a three-year plan, but I know better than Jia.
Qujiang pavilion at night
Tang Bai Juyi
Qujiang bank is dry in the north, and the water is muddy and broken.
The dusty road was covered with green robes, so the wind pavilion stood for a long time, and the white beard was cold.
Poetry darkens and leisurely, and the mountains are far away from illness.
Who believes in Lang Guan unless he is rescued by a horse?
Xinjian pavilion
Tang Bai Juyi
How many times did Luo Yan go to Xiting at the beginning of Xinhe River?
An old illness returns to the mountain, and it should not be recovered.
Muchunri cigarettes Xiting
Tang Cheng Yanxiong
Cold food is not enough to find incense, and the pavilion is still drunk.
Whose flowers fell on the flowing trees, and a few pieces of residual red came to the threshold.
Suxiting
Don Dai Shulun
On the Suxi Pavilion, the grass grows and the warblers fly. Who will stop by the east wind for twelve days?
Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Gala, and a misty rain chills apricot flowers.
Zhang Zizhou Shuige
Don du fu
The night market is foggy and the pavilions are as deep as lotus. There are few officials outside the bridge, and there are many seats in autumn water.
Close to the king, high above the thistle. Jingzhou loves Shan Jian, and I am drunk in Long song.
Baling pavilion
Tang gaochan
A dream string is straight, and a centrifugal white feather is light.
Tomorrow, it will be revived in Fuling, and the horse's head will meet the smoke trees.
Nanting
Tang hanhe
Every day in Nanting, Nanting is like a monastery.
Loose and thin stone edges, mountains, rivers and lakes, long vines and drooping island flowers.
Hang the hermit's crown and lie down to read the biography of the sage. When you are more excited, take the piano and play it again.
Yingting
Don
Yingshang new pavilion overlooks a river, and several old sites are open and quiet. The cold sound in the north is porch water.
Cui Ying pounced on the sill mountain from the west. When you are far away, you will walk with lonely cranes, and you will always feel carefree.
Knowing you for a long time will make you forget loneliness sooner or later.
Jinting
Tanghusu
Jinting is going to resign from the Tang boat, and the wind will not stay.
The northwest cloud is connected with Wei Que, and the southeast is full of early Qin Lou.
There are many people in the city who are sad and saying goodbye, and the grass is full of tired tourists.
Pingle's old love was unacceptable, and he even went to Yingzhou by flying dreams.
Beiting
Don Li Qunyu
Oblique rain flies, silk weaves the blue sky, and the curtain is half-rolled.
Lotus blooms very late in Qiu Guang, scattered in red and green swamps.
Jinling new pavilion
Tang Libai
Jinling has a beautiful scenery, and a new pavilion will be set up for the heroes.
Sitting in the prison of Chu is sad, not worrying about the collapse of the country. How generous princes are has been praised for thousands of years.
Xiting
Don
This night, the Xiting is full moon, and the curtains are accompanied by smoke.
The phoenix tree is clearer, and the lonely crane never sleeps.
Linshui pavilion
Tang Jianwu
I only blame Su Ting for insisting on dark colors, and Xiyan dyed strawberry moss for me.
If you want to know the spring breeze from the source, look for peach blossoms and chase running water.
Dengxian pavilion
Don sikongshu
Looking back at Qin Guan, Fairy Mountain went south to Jingzhou for several days.
Today I only have tears, but I don't know that the scenery is in He Shan.
Mei Ting
Tang Tang Yan Qian
Poor poet in the East China Sea, West Wind Ancient Post Pavilion. They started from old age and returned to their hometown.
There are only three caves in the world, and Zi Cao has passed. Ding Ning quickly took credit for wine, boiled chestnuts and tried sand bottles.
Yannange
Don Wang Changling
The village forest reflects the cold river, and the pavilions are fresh and clean.
Chuke * * * grab a drink and sit quietly in the golden tube.
Into the mountains in the morning, the clouds return to the cave.
The tower is hazy, and the apes and birds are waiting to be cut.
Things like silk are determined by the heart.
Visiting Jundongxi will lead to the end of the road sooner or later.
2. The poem "Happy Pavilion" about the pavilion
Year: Song Author: Wu Ji
The newly-built lotus root lace in the pavilion is the Mayday of Aibeitang.
It is better to have a storm and countless pearls fall into the clear spring.
Shen Linjiang invited terrace
Year: Song Author: Zhao Fan
I spent the summer in the past, but this pavilion is also a new work.
When the bamboo moves, it doesn't matter whether it is drunk or fascinated, but when the leaf is applied, it is disease-free.
Today's toxic heat is new, and guest dust can stun patients.
Just thinking about sitting on this pavilion, it is better to levy Changlin in horror.
The world will be hotter than a cruel official, and it will be hotter than a gentleman with a cool breeze.
The public is cold, but under one court, cold dew and clear ice are everywhere.
Well, I don't rhyme like a pavilion.
It is difficult to escape from the bamboo stream, and the bamboo forest can be chased.
3. Poems about ponds, complete with small ponds.
Yang Wanli
Spring is silent, cherish the trickle,
The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.
Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,
Dragonflies have long stood on it.
Reflections on Reading (I)
Southern song Zhu
As soon as the half-acre square pond is opened,
The sky is full of clouds and shadows.
How can the canal be so clear?
Because there is flowing water from the source.
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
Spring is silent, precious little stream, and the shadow depends on Shui Rou.
When I am happy, I return to the boat at night and go into the depths of the lotus. I struggled to cross, and I started a pool of seagulls and herons.
◇ Qianchi Furong ~ Wen Zhiming
In September, the flowers in Jiangnan stopped and the hibiscus turned to Zhongzhou. Beauty smiles across the water, but the sunset is still sad.
Dew washes the jade plate, the golden hall is cold, and the wind sends Jincheng to autumn.
Man Fang Ting Huang Tingjian
Xiushui is thick and clear, the new strip is light green, and the green light reflects the virtual pavilion. Golden lotus and frost heron, lotus picking road. The trunk of Du Xiangzhu is curved and red, and it is thin and sparse.
The wind is clear and the night is full, and the water is clear and the stars move. It can be heard that after a light rain, the grass grows and the warbler flies, so it moves to the Hu bed and the screen.
When the banquet was reopened, Yaochi Lake was full of snow and the mountains were full of Buddha heads.
4. A beautiful sentence describing the gazebo 1. There is a gazebo near the grass, and the yellow Castanopsis trees next to it begin to shed leaves. When the yellow leaves fall from the trees with the autumn wind, they fall into the grass like dancing yellow butterflies, as if sheltering the grass from the wind and rain. There is a Ficus microcarpa tree next to Li Guo, which is still so green, as if it is not afraid of the cold at all.
Don't look at this small gazebo, it is compact in structure and unique in shape, and people can't help but admire it.
Litchi trees germinate in spring. From a distance, they look like green pavilions. Soon, litchi trees will bloom as white as jade, and you can smell a flower fragrance from a distance. At this time, groups of hardworking bees will pick flowers and make honey on them, which is very lively.
4. In Tang Dynasty, Chang 'an people liked to gather under the pavilion in Furi, soak watermelons and plums in cold water, drink and write poems, and then go home at night.
Thank you for singing on the boat in spring, talking in the pavilion in summer, walking in the bamboo forest in autumn and keeping warm by the fire in winter. Four seasons gifts, gratitude is always there. Today is Thanksgiving Day. May you face life with a smile.
6. Shaded pavilions, goldfish swimming ponds, fascinating classical pavilions, bamboo forests with bamboo leaves and sand stones, rockeries piled with boulders, and Yuyuan Garden are the most famous scenic spots in Shanghai.
7. What is warmth? Warmth is a pair of hands that pull you home when you get lost; What is warmth? Warmth is the "mouth stick" when you are injured; What is warmth? Warmth is a gazebo when the sun is shining and you sweat like rain. What is warmth? Warmth is a helping hand when you are in trouble.
8. In the morning, there are stars in the distance, and the lake is hazy, just like when a fairy came down to earth. In the pavilion, the fog makes people hard to open their eyes, but if you try to open your eyes, you will see a picturesque scene: the green leaves are covered with dew and the willows are swaying in the wind. Makes you feel like you're in heaven.
9. Climbing over the eaves, pavilions and pavilions are introspection in the depths of people's souls. It is rugged and exquisite in structure. Now there are pavilions: short pavilions, long pavilions, pavilions, tea pavilions, verandahs and so on. I prefer the small pavilion in the garden. That small appearance, comfortable and tough.
10. Paul jumped up, grabbed the fence with one hand, climbed up and turned into the garden. He looked at the house hidden behind the tree and then went to the gazebo. The gazebo is bare around. The wild grapes that covered the gazebo in summer are gone, and now there is no shelter at all.
5. The meaning of a poem about a pond (a poem has no title)
stretch
There are no more cars, and there is no trace of Xiayun.
Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind.
After a few days of loneliness and injury, there is a ban on smoking.
Why send out fish books? Water and mountains grow everywhere.
Transparent small container
Yang Wanli
Spring is silent, cherish the trickle,
The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.
Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,
Dragonflies have long stood on it.
Water bag dance
Zhou Bangyan in Northern Song Dynasty
Burn agarwood to relieve summer heat. Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird. The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one.
My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu.
Li Antang
Huang Ming Joan
The vast and desolate Dongjiatan,
These trees shade the inlet.
Shili Jinxiang kept looking,
The west wind and the bright moon are still singing.
Huanxisha
Zhang
The mountain shakes the lake around the city, the reflection of the lake infiltrates the green hills, and the crystal building wants to watch the night.
When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are overcast and the moon is full, and the dew is turned over by fireflies, and it is rustling until morning.
Is this enough?
6. Poems about pavilions should have authors and sources. 1, A Spring Tour in Qiantang.
Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Vernacular translation:
Bypassing the north of Gushan Temple, strolling in the west of Jiagong Pavilion, the white clouds hang low at the beginning of the lake.
Several warm trees that the oriole came out early competed for sunshine, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud.
Wild flowers will be dazzling when they are competing to open, and spring grass has just crossed the horseshoe before it grows tall.
The beautiful scenery in the east of the favorite lake is unforgettable. Rows of willow trees pass through a white sand embankment.
2. "Huanxisha, a new word, a glass of wine"
Author Yan Shu, Northern Song Dynasty
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?
There's nothing to do, bloom's flowers fall, and it's like deja vu when Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
Vernacular translation:
Listen to a new song and drink a glass of wine, or the old pavilion of last year's weather. When will the sunset come back?
I can't help it if bloom falls. The returning swallows seem to know each other and wander alone on the flower path of the small garden.
3. "Like a dream, always remember the sunset in Xiting"
Author Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.
How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
Vernacular translation:
I should always think of an outing, and when I play until dusk, I will be addicted to it and don't want to go home.
I lost my interest and came back by boat, but I lost my way into the depths of the lotus pond.
How to get out? How to get out? The chirping, screaming and rowing caused a group of herons to sing.
4. "You Chun San in Fengle Pavilion"
Author Ouyang Xiu, Song Dynasty
Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless.
Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
Vernacular translation:
Red flowers are full of trees, green hills are faint, and the sky is already west. The vast countryside, green grass, can not see the edge.
People who swim in spring are interested, so who cares if they will go in spring? In front of Fengle Pavilion, people come and go, and flowers fall everywhere.
5, "Lou Yu Chunchun Hate"
Author Yan Shu, Song Dynasty
Lvyang Fangcao Changting Road. It's easy to throw people away when you are young. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower.
Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality and bitterness. One inch or a thousand strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Vernacular translation:
On the verdant ancient pavilion road, he left me easily like a couple and boarded the boat to leave. The bell on the roof awakened Wu Geng's dream, and his heart was sad like the spring rain in March at the bottom of the flower.
Where can a heartless person know the distress of a sentient person? An inch of acacia is inextricably linked. No matter how far the horizon is, that day will have an end, but people's sorrow is infinite and endless.
7. The poem about the pavilion is 1. Song of the Fairy (the second rhyme is Su Zizhan) Song: Chen Yugu, cool and sweat-free, wakes up in the afternoon, expecting charm.
The fan is released lightly, with a faint fragrance, and tobacco is scattered at the smile. The pavilion is also a unique step. It used to be a railing, pointing to Han Yun hand in hand with the heart.
Beyond the blue clouds and the setting sun, I believe that there are now, and the sound of books is full, and it turns thousands of times. Stop, speechless at the lotus, suddenly look at the autumn wind, green turns red.
2. Drunkenness in the Tang Dynasty: Du Muri enjoyed the clear sky and the fairy clouds, all of which were sent to Jun Pavilion. Don't say goodbye. You need it now, or you won't hear it for three years.
3. Seeking wine (the meaning of the four seasons scenery must be wine) Song Dynasty: When the wind first arrived, Lin Qinghong and Cao Xun were happy. Blowing flowers and smelling fragrance, revealing smoke and dyeing, heaven and earth are like embroidery.
It is always an ice gauze fan to avoid trouble when you gradually feel south. * * * Go to the pavilion to cool off and drink carefully.
Jiang Fengjin geese fly in autumn, the moon is in the sky, and the emerald blue invades the bucket. On condition that it still competes with Jinyu Furong.
Wan Li is full of red clouds, scattered pheasants and fiery beasts in the furnace. It is most appropriate to have some water nearby.
4. South Song: Lu Shengji Zhan Lu Pavilion, fragrant wind scattered lotus. When you are late, the moonlight is like a golden wave.
Between green and red, accompanied by the singing of snow. If you are young and romantic, you will have more love.
Beauty worships Chang 'e under the moon. It's not like Cowgirl and Star River Bay every other year.
5. Jade Case (Lotus Picker) Song: Chen Ting leans against the setting sun tree. After a while, it rained heavily.
Go through the willows in a canoe. The green skirt is red, similar to a flower, and goes deep into the flower.
My concubine lives in Yuanyang shop. My concubine looks like a flower and is admired by flowers.
Give the flowers to the charming young man. It's not as bitter as it is in the heart.