Author: Meng Haoran, this spring morning, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I hear a voice. Return to the deep forests and shine on the youth league again.
Wang Wei's lovesickness, when those red berries came in spring, flushed on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Farewell viceroy to serve in Shu: Wang Bocheng Quefu Sanqin, separated by a layer of fog, merged the five rivers into one. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels.
"Hope of Spring" Author: Dushan River is broken, spring is blooming, and all plants are soldiers. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Climbing Du Fu's Yueyang Tower, I have heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I finally climb this building. The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat. There are wars and mountains to the north of this wall, and how can I not cry by this railing? .
Ode to a Wanderer: The thread in the hand of Meng Jiao, a kind-hearted mother, makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Li Bai's "Guan Shanyue" has a bright moon hanging high in the sky, with vast smoke waves. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
"Looking at the distant moon and thinking of a person" Author: Zhang Jiuling Moon, now full of the sea, Tianya * * * at this time. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
Playing Liu Changqing's piano, your seven strings are like the sound of the cold wind in the pine forest. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
"Eight Arrays" Author: Du Fu's "Palace Covers Three Divided Countries", the Eight Faces Castle is built on his fame. Beside the changing river, it stands in stone texture, leaving him to grieve and hate Yan Fei Wu.
Bai Juyi's grass, boundless grass on the plain, comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire never completely devoured them. They have grown taller in the spring breeze. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Wang Zhihuan's Heron Hostel covers the mountains by day, while the sea drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" shows that there are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of roads. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Li Shangyin's "Le You Tomb", my heart and I are driving in the tomb of Le You in the shadow of dusk. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Wang Weijun's hometown poems, tell me what happened there! . When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? .
Look at Zuyong's "Snow Peak in the South" and see how the South Mountain soars. The white top of the mountain is above the clouds. Open a warm sky on the snow line and the city is blocked by cold.
Li Bai's "Thinking about a Quiet Night", the foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it already frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
"Out of the Fortress" Author: White clouds overlooking the Yellow River in Wang Zhihuan, an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! Wing Willow Author: He Biyu dressed up as a tapestry of thousands of strands of moss. I don't know if I cut off the thin leaves, but two spring winds are like scissors. Qingming Author: Du Mu Tomb-Sweeping Day rain, pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.
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