Fragrant Hills by Zhou Ang in Jin Dynasty
The mountain forest faces the city blankly,
Red leaves and yellow flowers belong to Yichuan.
Wild water takes advantage of people's appointment,
Chang Song doesn't know the year when he read the world.
Thousands of Kubinashi's poems;
Talk over dinner, jing yuan.
I want peace,
Who knows that calligraphy is alive?
Describe the spectacular scene of red leaves
1: Stop and sit in the maple grove of love.
2. The fragrance comes from the secluded mountain.
Trying to move the map is futile.
People don't come back in autumn.
Stay alone in the mountains and get drunk (Chen Richao in Song Dynasty)
That's all I can find ~ ~ ~ Sorry
2. Xiangshan Ci, Xiangshan Xiabuju Poetry
Author: Bai Juyi [Tang]
It's always an old trick. The old trick is smoking.
At the beginning of the mountain, the heart of the world is long.
Vines cover stone walls, and streams protect clouds.
If you want to hide deep, there is no such place.
Notes on famous sayings and sentences: The scene description of Xiangshan's next sentence is interesting and true, which is deeply loved and popularized by future generations.
Bai Juyi (772~846), also known as Xiangshan Jushi in his later years, was a great realistic poet in Tang Dynasty in China. His poems have a wide range of themes, diverse forms and popular language, and are known as "Poet Saint" and "Poet King". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on. Bai Juyi was born in Xinzheng, Zhengzhou, Henan Province, and was buried in Luoyang. Bai Juyi's former residence memorial hall is located in the suburb of Luoyang. Bai Yuan (the tomb of Bai Juyi) is located at Pipa Peak in Xiangshan, south of Luoyang.
Bai Juyi's life
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Bai Juyi (772-846 AD), whose real name was Lotte, was also named Xiangshan layman in his later years. He was a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, the main advocate of the new Yuefu movement in the middle Tang Dynasty, and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty. He is the successor of the realistic tradition, arguing that the rich should help the world, while the poor should be immune to it. Born in Xinzheng, Taiyuan, Shanxi (now Xinzheng, Henan), he moved to Xiayi. Bai Juyi's grandfather, Bai Yong, worked as a county magistrate in Gongxian County, Henan Province, and was good friends with his neighbor Xinzheng County magistrate at that time. His family moved to Xinzheng when he saw the beautiful scenery in Xinzheng. Bai Juyi himself was born in Xinzheng, Henan (now Xinzheng, Zhengzhou).
Bai Juyi is an advocate of the new Yuefu movement, advocating that "articles should be written in time, and songs and poems should be written for things." Together with Yuan Zhen, they were called "Bai Yuan". Shortly after Bai Juyi was born, he ...' recorded more'
3. Is there a poem about Xiangshan? A hymn about autumn ~ ~ ~じ☆ ve ~ written by Arctic Jun 1. Autumn's heart is like a pair of flying wings, which makes the feeling of happiness fly higher. Bluer, I wander freely in the direction of the wind without hesitation in the wider sky ~ ~ ~ Love the poem "Heart Wings in Autumn" by Arctic Jun 2. The butterfly in the wind has lost its bright red rose, and I always thought that the fallen leaves were my other half, flying with the fallen leaves and withering with the fallen leaves in autumn ~ ~ ~ Love Arctic Jun's poem Heart Wings in Autumn 3. The past shoes left crying in the autumn rain have been lost. Go ahead for crying, get lost in the fallen leaves, and go backwards. Summer is still a secret that can't be opened ~ ~ ~ Love Arctic Jun's poem "Autumn Heart Wing" 4. Ask you, ask yourself? On a starry night, there is still the moon with you. Is there any sweet candy worth remembering in autumn? ~ ~ ~ Love Arctic Jun's poem "Autumn Heart Wing" 5. Maple leaves in the afternoon, the sun in late autumn is bleeding, and the maple leaves in the afternoon put this residual heat in an envelope and send it to a colder night ~ ~ Love the poem "Heart Wings in Autumn" by Arctic Jun. The last fairy tale, I am a leaf that has just lost hope. I want to realize my last wish, that is, to lie on the road where you pass and let your footsteps step on this hard city, giving you the last touch ~ ~
4. Describe the poetry and music court in June.
In June, lotus flowers filled the lake.
Red clothes and green fans reflect clear waves.
Mulan boat is like a girl selling flowers.
Picking a lotus home loves many children.
Xiuzhu village
Grandma in the country,
My family lives by the river.
I only smell cuckoo when I go out.
There are paths in the forest.
The green bamboo garden behind the house,
The buttonwood tree in front of the house.
My cousin took my hand,
Catch fish by the river.
A midsummer night in Taoyuan
Adults shake the cattail leaf fan,
Children catch dragonflies.
Cicada sing freely in that tree,
Whether you listen or not.
Talking about what happened in the world,
Free and relaxed.
Lay down with hemp fiber,
Count the stars in the sky.
Zhou Nan litchi Dan in June, ten thousand clusters more clusters.
The crimson snow is bright red, and the jade pot is crystal clear and cold.
Gao Ming wrote new songs, and Fang Wei once recommended "Big Official".
The frost in Five Blessingg is still there, and a few oblique piles of stones are withered.
Father plows the original field, and son hoes the mountain.
The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse.
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.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
On the night of June 3rd, I heard cicada Bai Juyi.
Lotus Qing Xiang dew drops, willow good wind.
On the third night of Weiyue, the new cicada made its first sound.
At first glance, I was worried about Beike. I listened to Tokyo.
I have a bamboo house, don't come to cicada again.
I wonder who rowed the boat last month.