Poems about Sheng Chun 1. Poems about spring.
Early spring, Zhang Shiba, member of the Ministry of Water Resources Author: The rain in the street is crisp on a cold rainy day, but the grass color is not close from a distance. The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the misty willows in the imperial city. In the early spring, I presented Tang Du Mu, the judge of military Xue, with the new half after snow and the four seasons after spring. Beautiful plum blossoms are bright and tender. The strings are disyllabic and the buds sit in two rows. Only you are not afraid of getting drunk, admit that there is a person standing in the corner, rolling curtains at the bright moon in the middle of the night, crying at the castle peak at dusk, the wind blowing the new green grass, and the rain wetting the wicker. In this life, I know that I am a teenager and have not frowned for thirty years. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken by Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu), an ancient poem about spring. I knew the rainy season and sneaked in with the wind. Ships on the river are full of fire. Look at that red and wet place. Flowers are more important than Golden Crown City. Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi) are in full bloom in April, and peach blossoms in Shansi Temple are in full bloom. I have long hated that spring is nowhere to be found, but I don't know where to turn it into spring. Flowers are dying, safflower is dying, and Su Dongpo's flowers are dying. Swallows fly and green water surrounds them. Several willows are blowing on the branches. Where is the end of the world? Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. The laughter faded away, but the passion was ruthlessly annoyed. Sick in the gorge, Xiaoxiang Dongting is empty. It rains all the year round in Chutian, and it often blows thousands of miles in Wuxia. The grass pavilion on the sand is dark, and the wild pond on the edge of the city is red. In late spring, herons stand on the island and fly around with their children in their arms. It flies to the ground with infinite residual red.
2. Poems describing prosperous spring
Early spring, Zhang Shiba, member of the Ministry of Water Resources Author: The rain in the street is crisp on a cold rainy day, but the grass color is not close from a distance. The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the misty willows in the imperial city. In the early spring, I presented Tang Du Mu, the judge of military Xue, with the new half after snow and the four seasons after spring. Beautiful plum blossoms are bright and tender. The strings are disyllabic and the buds sit in two rows. Only you are not afraid of getting drunk, admit that there is a person standing in the corner, rolling curtains at the bright moon in the middle of the night, crying at the castle peak at dusk, the wind blowing the new green grass, and the rain wetting the wicker. In this life, I know that I am a teenager and have not frowned for thirty years. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken by Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu), an ancient poem about spring. I knew the rainy season and sneaked in with the wind. Ships on the river are full of fire. Look at that red and wet place. Flowers are more important than Golden Crown City. Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi) are in full bloom in April, and peach blossoms in Shansi Temple are in full bloom. I have long hated that spring is nowhere to be found, but I don't know where to turn it into spring. Flowers are dying, safflower is dying, and Su Dongpo's flowers are dying. Swallows fly and green water surrounds them. Several willows are blowing on the branches. Where is the end of the world? Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. The laughter faded away, but the passion was ruthlessly annoyed. Sick in the gorge, Xiaoxiang Dongting is empty. It rains all the year round in Chutian, and it often blows thousands of miles in Wuxia. The grass pavilion on the sand is dark, and the wild pond on the edge of the city is red. In late spring, herons stand on the island and fly around with their children in their arms. It flies to the ground with infinite residual red.
3. Zhong Nanshan's poems
1. Look at Zhong Nanshan.
Tang Dynasty: Li Shimin
The heavy mountains overlook the Weihe River, and the Qingfeng Mountain is inserted into the sky.
Out of the red Fuling day, into the green rock smoke storage.
If it is night, it will be full of doubts.
I was worried about this, so I didn't visit Nine Immortals.
2. Zhong Nanshan
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea.
The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different.
Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
3. "People who go to Zhong Nanshan to stay in the Hushan Hotel"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain.
Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless.
When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men.
Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by.
I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat.
Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse.
When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.
4. A Journey to Zhong Nanshan
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
Nanshan blocks heaven and earth, and the sun and the moon are born.
The scenery stays in the peak night, and the deep valley is unclear by day.
People in the mountains are self-righteous, and the road is dangerous.
Changfeng drives pines and cypresses, and the sound blows the valley.
In other words, I regret reading it. I am near the name.
5. "Looking at Zhong Nanshan to Send a Song to a Hermit"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Go out to see Nanshan and lead the way.
Beauty is indescribable, and the green sun is in sight.
Sometimes when white clouds rise, the sky will roll.
However, in my heart, I am not shallow.
Why did you create an isolated person and disappear from the scene?
4. Song poetry
The bottom of the gloomy ravine is loose, leaving seedlings on the mountain, one inch in diameter, one stem, and the hundred feet are overcast. (Jin Taikang Zuo Si)
There are pine trees 100 feet big and 10 yards around. They were born at the bottom of the canyon, cold and crude. (Don Bai Juyi)
The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight. (Rola Chen)
Moss is slippery, not rain, but singing. (Tang Hanshanzi)
The wind in the pine gate sweeps itself, and the snow in the waterfall is hard to disappear. (Tang Huangfu Zeng)
The pines are shaded, and the west of the road is clear. (Don Xu Hun)
Monks are cold on the rocks between pines, and the stream is rushing in the middle of the night. (Don Lu Guimeng)
Through the juniper sword, the palace is surrounded by five peaks. (Song Xia Song)
The breeze blows the dew, and the fragrance is moist. (stone)
The two corridors are full of color, and the sound of nine miles is loose. (Song Hongshi)
Should be guarded by mountain gods. As soon as the wind relaxed, it swept away the dust. (Song Taizhang)
Micro-singing the bright moon in the sea gives birth to rock laurel, and laughing long without romantic pine. (Song Hesun)
Step 5 chant autumn poems
My three favorite songs
Write autumn to the fullest.
Wang Wei: An autumn night in the mountains.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Write autumn in the most affectionate words.
Su Qimu [Fan Zhongyan]
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark hometown soul, chasing travel thoughts, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Write autumn with the greatest ambition and lofty sentiments.
Qinyuanchun, Changsha, Mao Zedong
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.
You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.
Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?
Took a hundred couples on a trip. Recalling the past, the years are thick.
Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the mountains and rivers, inspiring words, soil is used by thousands of households.
Remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the speedboat?
Thank you for your advice!
6. Who has a poem about swimming pool?
The tide is rising. Running water is indisputable.
Water is pure and beautiful. From a spoonful to a thousand miles, it benefits people and things.
Liu Yuxi's Water of Sighing
The water is blue, and thousands of feet bottoms out. You can swim with the fine stones and look directly at them. If fierce wave is in a hurry, the arrow will fly faster.
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
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.
There is a water between Guazhou and Kou Zhong, and there are only a few mountains on both sides.
At sunrise, the river is full of flowers and flames, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
People naturally hate water and grow in the east.
Peach blossom and flowing water mandarin fish fertilizer.
Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom.
If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water.
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
White feathers float on the green water.
The shade of trees shines on the water and likes sunshine and softness.
A beam of tired sunshine spread out on the water.
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
The Millennium is frost.
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
The water in the rough waves is crystal clear and can hold my tassel, while the water in the rough waves is turbid and can hold my feet.
Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun!
If the mountain is not high, the fairy is famous, and if the water is not deep, the dragon has spirit!
The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface.
The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.
The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough.