The thinner the voice, the twenty-four poems
What is even more rare is that 24 poems
Huang Hua is a stranger, "lonely hope"
Life is short, "Seven Closed Songs"
There is little news from Liaoyang recently.
Peng Ying old couple's rare "Leaving Danzao under the Moon (Orderly)"
The grass is full of beans and the seedlings are sparse.
In the middle of the month, I vaguely read "butterfly lovers Reeling Curtain and Surrounding Painting Province"
Wheat flowers and cauliflower are rare.
The blackbird dived into the forest and flew over.
First come from the wild goose, and then watch "Bodhisattva Manwalker Suddenly Arrives at Xiangdong Post Station"
There is also a rare "Shuidiao song from the first day to the full day" in ancient times.
After Zhou Lang went, he enjoyed the rare "Linjiang Fairy Feather Fan, Black Scarf, Wind Curled".
Spring festival gala
Stop the cloud customs, "Xiao Fa Wu Fei, morning glow all over the sky, a little light rain." Yan Wu said "Chao"
The moon is white and the stars are rare.
Plum blossoms are fragrant and snowflakes are sparse.
Child transmission is rare in the province. The Second Rhyme of Yu Zi Jian Peijun Jane Chiyozo
The book Huanxisha is rare because of its deep sadness and partial hatred.
Sparse voice, Sauvignon Blanc ordering/Sauvignon Blanc
There are only three kinds of strange life in the world, and Ye was born in three dynasties.
This musician is rare in "Autumn Gift to Shilong Pavilion as Mrs. Dingzhou"
There are few clues in the car. "Lianjiang's visit to relatives was ruined by knocking on Yunximen."
There is little news from the ends of the earth.
The standard lattice of yellow flowers is rare in the world.
The moon is full and the stars are thin.
The ruler is still thin. "Picking mulberry, white clothes stand by and watch Cynthia"
It's sunny and sunny, and the flowers are sparse.
The wolf and the fox saw that the moon and the stars were thin.
2. Are there any poems or famous sayings that start or end with sparse characters? Many poems begin or end with sparse characters.
Cold pommel horse in front of the door
I seldom see you at A Mu Palace.
Sadness and joy are rare.
There are few guests sitting on the shore.
Baqu is old, and farming is rare.
White hair should be shaved thinly.
The Baima River is cold and the shadows are sparse.
During the day, both God and man fell into a dream.
A hundred miles of fishy grass is rare.
If you lose your hair, you will see that your hair has become thinner.
The ruins are faintly visible.
Sigh more, smile less.
Biyun Jiangjingpu sails thin.
There is nothing in the side yard.
Don't see each other often.
Don't send books in the future.
He who has no worries about his livelihood is like a gentleman.
Chrysanthemum dew is not thin.
The remaining core is still thin.
Late at night, a short dream.
Cang Bo is a lonely guest.
Moss is everywhere and footprints are sparse.
There are more grass and fewer bean seedlings.
People in the thatched cottage seldom talk.
Cicada chirps in the rain.
Elm leaves are sparse.
There are many things in the dust, but elegance will be rare.
There is little dust in the mountains.
There are few Han Chinese soldiers at the gates.
Artemisia selengensis mixed with wheat
It's sparse and can be passed through at once.
Empty violet.
The bamboo people in the wild moved and folded.
Thin and color.
This rare star suddenly disappeared.
Look at yourself.
When it snows late.
It is rare to hear that debt is high.
Dilute and self-release.
Sparse stars and silver pebbles.
Sparse little red jade.
Rare blooming.
There were few stars at first.
Sparse hedgerow bamboo.
I am a happy couple.
There is autumn every year.
Diluted medicine was collected in the hole.
Rare star turrets.
There is sparse snow everywhere.
Little is known about the people in the city.
Rarely send cantata.
I didn't hear the drums.
Scattered, gradually see the rainbow.
It is rare to meet Tianjin.
Sparse growth makes a perfect forest.
3. Poems about tranquility Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, you never tire of looking at each other.
I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to look at me like this.
Rain and wet clothes are invisible, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence.
Feather drunk me, the first floor of the romantic tube sank into the lake.
I don't know who I am when I'm drunk. I am not a crane in Feiyun.
Birds sing in the empty mountains, and people live with white clouds. The gurgling spring is in my heart, and the fish are playing in the deep pool. The wind blows the mountains and the moon moves. The world of mortals gathers and scatters like a dream, and is deeply sad.
The heart is always as comfortable as white clouds, and everything has the meaning of running water.
Ask rain what is loneliness? Listen to the sound outside the window. Clouds are light, and lewdness is harder to find.
Nanqi is my favorite, while Dongpo loves bamboo.
The clouds and water are gone, and the heavens and the earth are empty.
It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to be blown into the north wind.
The water is long and clear, and the snow window is high and the clouds are flat.
Romantic heartless people secretly change, and the old tour is like a dream.
The flower branches near the water back to the embankment also shine on the Qingjiang River and silt.
What are bitter dreams and troubles? All the old things are self-disturbing.
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, you never tire of looking at each other.
White stone in the west of Beijing, cold and fine red leaves. There is no rain on the mountain road and the air is green and wet.