Ancient poems about objects and metaphors

If it is spring breeze, birds in spring, autumn moon in Qiu Chan, summer rain in Xia Yun and Leng Yue in winter, all poets will feel the four seasons. ..... or Xie Pei went out to the DPRK and never returned; It is good for a woman to have a young moth, and then she looks forward to dumping her country.

The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.

The voice of the mountain birds scattered and gathered, and the song was as dark and clear as Wan Yun.

Empty mountains congeal clouds without flowing, while rivers and Hubei cry bamboo and worry.

But autumn leaves are full of empty mountains. Where can you find your footprints?

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?

"Alas, autumn is angry! It's bleak, and the vegetation is falling and declining. " Song Yu's nine debates

"Yin Yan overflow will stop, and Ke seems to be yellow."

"There are strange trees in the court, and the green leaves are gorgeous. Climbing a pole and folding its glory will be a legacy. The incense is full of sleeves, and the road is long and its Xiu Yuan is awkward. " Nineteen ancient poems

Looking around, the east wind shakes the grass. ..... There are ups and downs, and it's not too early to suffer.

The cypress is on the green ridge, and the stone is on Leilei Creek.

Grass by the green river and willow in the dark garden. ..... moth powder makeup, delicate hands.

Clouds and the sun set each other off, and the empty water was fresh.

Shallow water gurgles and the setting sun shines on the mountains. If the barren forest is crowded, the whining birds will scream.

Spring grass grows in the pond, and the original willow becomes a bird.

The white clouds embrace the secluded stones, and the greenery is clear.

It's quiet by the wild mine, and it's Gao Yueming.

Birds sing at night, but the trees fall and the wind blows.

The north wind blows rain, and the river comes up.

Empty as fog, loose as Egypt ... eyes and ears are not disturbed for the time being, and homesickness is long. ..... If you can't get angry at the same time, you will wander in different paths.

The residual clouds of the sunset are scattered like rosy clouds, and the clear river is as calm as white.

Ritual was so disappointed that tears welled up.

Heaven knows the boat, and the cloud knows the river tree.

The ground is full of green grass and the trees are full of brilliant red flowers. It is late spring. Don't say you won't come back. Even if you do, spring is over.

The rainy night falls on the empty steps, and the light of dawn leaves the room in the dark.

The Qixi River is rotten, and the mid-autumn moon is bright. ..... Butterflies fly to the forest, and red flowers are blown away by the wind. Hua Die is endless, and red is chaotic.

The weather changes in the evening and early morning, and the scenery between scenes is like clear light. The lightness of the mountains and rivers makes people feel relaxed and happy, making people wander in the mountains and rivers and linger. It's still early from the valley, and it's too late when the boat gets on board. The Woods and valleys gather in the evening scenery, and the sunset clouds float in the night sky.

Lotus scares birds, and bridge shadows gather fish. The setting sun is all over the mountain, and the clouds bring rain back.

Upstream and downstream, or fish or trade.

Feeling the original relics, I feel sorry for my death. I feel bored sitting, my heart feels sad and uneasy. I walk around the spacious building and look at the day lily.

In the atrium, it's very late at night, and the autumn wind is strong. I look up at the sky and sigh, and I hear the calls of other birds.

The wind is bleak and bleak, and the sky is miserable and colorless.

Between Bai Yang and Wan Li, outside the floating foam, Xiaoyun and darkness are reflected, and the scenery and everything are red.

Facing the relatives in northern Zhejiang, Hai Qiang. The water is closed and the mountains are floating alone.

The sky is long and high, and the fog is gloomy.

There are four more acts. The night is hard to end, and the sunset is easy to set.

After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together.

There are hundreds of fish in the pond. They are all swimming in the air.

In spring and summer, the green pool is surging and the reflection is clear. In the mountains, there are many strange cypresses, hanging springs and waterfalls, and the waterfalls contain water. In the meantime, it is clear, radiant and very interesting. "

The beast of Qi is touching, so it shakes its temperament and dances.

The first snow outside Tianshan Mountain, the clouds go straight to Wuyuan. ..... Running water is already breaking people's intestines, and hard ice is always hurting horses' bones.

The scenery is exposed and the snow is blue.

Yun Fei sent the goose away, and the forest on the moon was clear. Dewdrops and branches are ticking, and the air is filled with smoke and valleys.

Magpies fly over the mountains and the moon, and cicadas sing noisily.

My soul followed the birds flying from the south to the north, looked at the branches in the north and shed tears. When we began to curb the depression, our wishes turned rosy.

The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the moon is born at sea. Go with the flow for thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight by the river!

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

White clouds are long and green winds are overwhelming.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

Wild flowers are in full bloom and birds are singing in the valley.

Wild fruits in the mountains fall in the autumn rain, and insects on the grass whisper to the lights.

Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.

Wild mines and low trees, and how clear the moon is in the water! .

The pool is clear and shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered.

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers. ? Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. And 1000 kinds of sounds were quiet, and I only heard the sound of the clock.

The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other.

The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.

The north wind rolled the white grass and blew it to pieces. Eight In the snow crossed the sky of Tatar, and suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, blowing away the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

Peach blossoms and flowing water suddenly go away, and the world is not human.

Between the sky above and the sky below, the river is gone forever.

At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon is held up like a mirror, Yun Sheng is good and Lou Hai is good.

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.

Many branches are easy to fall one after another, talk about the tender core in detail.

Fireflies glow in the dark and birds in the water call each other.

Green grass is the color of grass, and orioles sound good all night.

Cangshan is far from dusk, and it's snowy night.

Only grass grows by the stream, and only orioles sing deep in the treetops.

In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.

And the yellow leaves fall in the rain, just like the fate of the white-haired old man under the light.

The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming.

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Spring breeze is full of horseshoe disease, ... Looking back at all the Chang 'an flowers.

The phoenix tree is withered and towering, and its voice is like cicadas.

There is no knot in the knot, and the flowers in the cemetery are even worse.

Pink lotus root silk skirt, Qingzhou took a step to pick up Lan Pingchun.

Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.

A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.

Uptown Wan Li is sad, and willows are like Tingzhou. The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.

Half a wave of wind and rain, half a wave of clear, fishing songs floating in autumn and Qing Dynasty.

Miss acacia, the room is lukewarm, the incense burner is fragrant, and even the embroidered mandarin ducks are fragrant. Such an environment is unimaginable.

There is no doubt that there are no flowers in the mountain city in February. There are chrysanthemums in the residual snow, and the frozen thunder scares the bamboo shoots to sprout.

Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.

Spring is shaded by green grass,

Sometimes there are beautiful flowers and a bright tree. At night, under the lonely boat ancient temple, Sichuan is full of wind and rain.

Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?

The high Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and the distant Penglai Island is cool.

Thousands of miles away, the river is quiet as practice and green as clusters.

Qian Shan has a vast sky, and Chengjiang has a bright moon.

The wind and rain in Mitsue leaned against the railing, tying the ladies' twelve buns to the ladies. It's a pity that I can't face the lake, but I can only see Junshan in the Yinshan pile.

There are songbirds on the trees in Chaolai Pavilion, and red and green help spring to go to the distant forest.

Willow recruited people but didn't wait for the media. Dragonfly guessed the horse at once.

I don't know where I am. The sky is blue.

How can it rain tonight? Just a drop of banana.