1. 30 poems about the sky
30 poems about the sky 1. Hantian’s poems Feihua Ling
Feihua Lingtian
1. The sky is gray, the fields are vast, and cattle and sheep are visible in the windblown grass. 2 Dare not speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavenly beings.
3 The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. 4. Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards until this point.
5 Don’t worry, you will have no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you! 6 Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.
7 Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky will keep her heart in mind every night. 8 This song should only exist in the sky, and can be heard several times in the human world
9 The night is as cool as water on the heavenly steps, sit and watch the Altair and Vega. The light rain on Tiantian Street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. 11 The ground wind comes and blows away suddenly, and the water below Wanghu Tower is like the sky. 12 Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and five thousand miles of mountains reach the sky.
As soon as the 13-and-a-half-acre square pond is opened, the skylight and cloud shadows linger. 14 The grass grows, the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows brush the embankments and are intoxicated by the spring smoke.
15 I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind. 16 The sky tower is high and strong, standing apart from the spring breeze and blue clouds.
17 Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. 18 A new song and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year.
19 Outside the blue sky, the three mountains are half-set, and the two waters are divided into Bailuzhou. 20Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings.
21 Let’s start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. 22 The north wind blows and the white grass breaks on the ground, and the sky is full of snow in August.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai on 23rd. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow. 24 The flowing water and the falling flowers are gone in spring, and the sky and the earth are gone.
25 When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. 26 I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky?
27 Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian. 28 The river and the sky are all colorless, and there is only a single moon in the bright sky.
29. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win fame during and after life. 30 Who would have expected that in this life, my heart will be in Tianshan and my body will be in Cangzhou.
31 Nothing happens in heaven so far, it should be thrown by Chang'e to others. 4
2. 30 to 50 poems or sentences about the moon
From the foot of the green mountain at dusk, the mountain moon returns with people.
Li Bai: Going down Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain, people stayed at the hotel and bought wine. They raised their glasses to invite the bright moon and made three faces to each other. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
Li Bai: Drinking alone under the moon. When will the moon come to the blue sky? I'll stop drinking and ask. People cannot reach the bright moon, but the moon travels with people.
Li Bai: Ask the Moon about Wine People today cannot see the moon in ancient times, but today’s moon once illuminated the ancients. People in ancient times and today are like water flowing, and it is the same when they look at the bright moon.
I only wish that the moonlight would always shine in the golden cup while singing and drinking. Li Bai: Ask the Moon about Wine The setting moon fills the beams of the house, hesitatingly reflecting its color.
Du Fu: One of two poems by Li Bai about Dreams: The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands by the river are like the moon. Meng Haoran: Climbing Lanshan Mountain in Autumn to Send Zhang Wu. The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Meng Haoran: In summer, the south pavilion is full of warmth. The pines and moon grow in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds. Meng Haoran: The old master's mountain house is waiting for Ding Da to arrive. When he was lying in the Nanzhai, he was vomiting at the beginning of the month.
Wang Changling: Playing with the moon with my brother Nanzhai and recalling Cui Shaofu in Shanyin. The smoke in the pond is flying and melting, and the moon in the forest is low and backward. Qi Wuqian: Spring blooms like a river. The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.
Li Bai: Guan Shan Yue Returning to the boat does not wait for the moon, returning to the Yue Wang family. Li Bai: Song of the Four O'clock in the Midnight: Song of Summer There is a moon in Chang'an, and the sound of thousands of households banging their clothes.
Li Bai: Songs of the Four O'clock in the Midnight: Autumn Song. The moon shines on the city, and half of the crows are flying, and the frost is desolate on the trees. Li Qi: Qin Song The moonlight at Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place.
Meng Haoran: Returning to Lumen Folk Song at Night. I want to dream of Wuyue and fly across the Jinghu Lake to the moon all night. The moon on the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River.
The blue sky is vast and bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Li Bai: Sleepwalking in the sky and saying farewell. We all feel relaxed and strong, and want to fly. We want to go up to the blue sky and see the bright moon.
Li Bai: Farewell to the school secretary Shu Yun at the Xiezhen Tower in Xuanzhou. The sun and the moon are white, the maple leaves are green and the sky is red with rain and frost. Du Fu: Send an admonishment to Han. The clouds come and the air reaches the Wu Gorge, and the moon rises coldly and the snow-capped mountains are white.
Du Fu: The Journey of Ancient Cypresses The Dai Feast is about to come to an end, and the joy and sorrow come to an end in the east. Du Fu: Watch the disciples of Lady Gongsun dance their swords and weapons in sequence. They lie quietly in the middle of the night, surrounded by hundreds of insects. The clear moon comes out of the mountains and the light enters the door.
Han Yu: Mountains and rocks, slender clouds roll around in the sky, there is no river, and the breeze blows the moon in the sky. Han Yu: A gift to Zhang Gongcao on the night of August 15th. There are many bright moons in the year, and life is not up to him.
Han Yu: On the night of August 15th, I presented a gift to Zhang Gongcao. At night, I went to the high pavilion in the Buddhist temple, and the stars and moon covered the clouds. Han Yu: I paid a visit to Hengyue Temple and stayed there. The gate tower of Yue Temple was buried after the sun was gone. For six years, I looked west and chanted in the sky.
Han Yu: Song of Stone Drums When I see the moon in the palace, I look sad, and when it rains at night, I hear the sound of bells breaking my heart. Bai Juyi: Song of Everlasting Regret: Love is endless in the Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in the Penglai Palace.
Bai Juyi: Song of Everlasting Regret. I am too drunk to say goodbye happily, and when I say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon. Bai Juyi: Pipa Parade in Parallel Sequence The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white autumn moon can be seen in the middle of the river.
Bai Juyi: Pipa Parade and Preface This year’s laughter will return to next year’s, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be spent leisurely. Bai Juyi: The pipa plays in sequence. Going back and forth to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat. The moon is shining brightly around the boat and the river is cold.
Bai Juyi: Pipa Parade and Preface When the flowers on the spring river face the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone. Bai Juyi: The pipa plays in sequence. The moon is bright and the room under the pine tree is quiet, while the sunrise makes the noise of chickens and dogs in the clouds.
Wang Wei: Journey to Taoyuan I also heard Zigui crying, and the moonlight night filled the empty mountains with sorrow. Li Bai: The Road to Shu is Difficult. The lonely lamp cannot be seen and I am heartbroken. I roll up the curtains and look at the moonlit sky and sigh.
Li Bai: One of two songs about Sauvignon Blanc. The sun is gone and the flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is bright and I can’t sleep. Li Bai: Sauvignon Blanc, No. 2 Hanguang is so noble and unknown in this world, why is he so aloof compared to the clouds and the moon? Li Bai: The Journey Is Difficult - 3 of 3: To be successful in life, you must have all the joy you can, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon! Li Bai: About to drink wine. The bright moon rises over the sea, and the world is at this moment.
Zhang Jiuling: Look at the moon and embrace the distance. Poor moon in the boudoir, grew up in the Han family camp. Shen Quanqiu: Miscellaneous Poems: Wild geese are flying to the south under the Yangyue, and the rumor ends here.
Question from the Song Dynasty: The title is Dayu Lingbeiyi. The moon is drunk and the saint is in the sky. The flowers are lost and do not bother you. Li Bai: A gift to Meng Haoran. The flying mirror under the moon, the clouds forming a sea tower.
Li Bai: Crossing Jingmen to say farewell. Boarding the boat and looking at the autumn moon, I recalled General Xie. Li Bai: Night mooring in Niuzhu, nostalgic for the past. Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch it alone in my boudoir.
Du Fu: On a moonlit night, the stars are moving in thousands of households, and there are many stars in the sky near the moon. Du Fu: Spring Stay in Zuo Province. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
Du Fu: Reminiscing about my brother-in-law on a moonlit night. When did the cup become more important, the moon walked with me last night. Du Fu: The four rhymes of "Fengjiyi Farewell to Yan Gong" The stars hang down on the plains and the fields are wide, and the moon surges into the river.
Du Fu: Traveling at Night to Write a Book. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream. Wang Wei: Living in the mountains in the dark autumn, the wind blows the pines and unwinds, and the moon shines on the mountains while playing the harp.
Wang Wei: Reward Zhang Shaofu. I will never sleep with sorrow, the window ruins are in the pine moon night. Meng Haoran: Returning to Nanshan at the end of the year. The wind rustles the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shines on a lonely boat.
Meng Haoran: Stayed in Tonglu River and sent me an old trip to Guangling. The moon and water penetrate the Zen silence, and the fish and dragons listen to the sound of Sanskrit. Qian Qi: Send the monk back to Japan. The long mat is facing the early wind, and the moonlight shines on the empty city.
Han Hong: Reward the process and extend it to the autumn night. The autumn moon is full again, and the city tower is thousands of heavy at night. Dai Shulun: The puppets of the old people in Jiangxiang gather in the guest house. The dawn moon passes over the remaining base, and the stars are shining in the old pass.
Sikong Shu: After the thieves were pacified, I sent him back to the north. The Cangjiang River is full of smoke and moonlight, and the door is a fishing boat. Du Mu: Travel and Accommodation The bright moon shines in Guangze and the turbulent currents in Cangshan Mountain.
Ma Dai: Nostalgia for the past on the Chu River. The clouds are low and dark, and the cold moon follows them. Cui Tu: Lonely Wild Goose The lonely lamp hears the corner of Chu, and the waning moon descends from Zhangtai.
Wei Zhuang: Night Thoughts of Zhangtai The beacon fire on the battlefield invades Hu Yue, and the clouds and mountains on the seaside embrace Jicheng. Ancestor chant: Looking at Jimen. The towers of the Three Gorges are flooded with the sun and moon, and the clothes of the five streams are flooded with clouds and mountains.
Du Fu: One of the Five Poems on Ancient Relics Draw pictures to reflect on the spring breeze, wear a ring in the sky and return to the soul under the moon. Du Fu: No. 3 of Five Poems on Ancient Relics The moon is bright on the river, and wild geese are passing by. There are many trees falling in Huainan on the Chu Mountain.
Liu Changqing: Farewell to Xue Liuliu and other eighty-two members in Jiangzhou. In February, orioles flew into the forest, and the Forbidden City in Spring City was dark at dawn. Qian Qi: Give it to Pei Sheren under the palace. After hearing the truth, I want to come to inquire about it. How many times will the moon be full in the west tower? Wei Yingwu: Send to Li Dan Yuanxi. He lives in Laycheng, adjacent to Hanyuan, and his heart follows the bright moon to Hu Tian.
Huangfu Ran: Spring Thoughts Sanxiang is saddened by the autumn colors on the temples, and facing the bright moon when returning from thousands of miles away. Lu Lun: I will shed tears when I look at the bright moon in Ezhou in the evening. I feel like I am in my hometown all night long.
Bai Juyi: Since the war in Henan, there has been famine in the pass, and the brothers have been separated, each in one place. Because of the feeling of looking at the moon, I wrote about my feelings and sent them to Fuliang's eldest brother, Yuqian's seventh brother, Wujiang's fifteenth brother, and also to Fuli and Xiagui brothers and sisters.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke. Li Shangyin: Jinse came with empty words and left without a trace, the moon was setting at five o'clock upstairs.
Li Shangyin: One of the two untitled poems. When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I chant at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. Li Shangyin: Untitled Fan Cai Yue is so embarrassed that he can't hide his shame. The car is driving and the sound of thunder makes no sense.
Li Shangyin: One of two untitled poems. The storm does not believe that the water chestnut branches are weak. Who teaches the fragrance of osmanthus leaves to the moon dew? Li Shangyin: Untitled No. 2: The wild geese cut off Hu Tianyue by the clouds, and the sheep on the long mountain returned to the grass smoke. Wen Tingyun: Su Wu Temple Who can't see the sorrow alone, and even teach the bright moon to shine yellow? Shen Quanqi: The ancient meaning is to fill the gap and Qiao knows it. People in the deep forest don't know it.
3. I want 30 verses about the bright moon~~ Can any GGJJ help me~~~
I can’t get enough of the beautiful mountains and rivers, and the horseshoes are urging me to return home when the moon is bright.
——Yue Fei's "Chizhou Cuiwei Pavilion" The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. ——Li Bai's "Guanshan Moon" There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes.
——"Midnight Wu Song (3) Autumn Song" The horse is newly riding on the white jade saddle, and the moon is cold on the battlefield after the battle. ——Li Bai's "Military March" In the morning, I came to sort out the wasteland and filth, and returned home with a hoe in the moonlight.
——Tao Qian's "Returning to the Countryside" The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes at night. ——Lu Lun's "Song of Saixia" The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.
——Li He's "Horse Poems" The lake light and autumn moon are harmonious, and there is no wind on the surface of the pool. ——Liu Yuxi's "Looking at the Dongting" People in the deep woods don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
——Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion" The window becomes brighter when the lamp is blown, and the moon shines on the snow all day long. ——Yuan Mei, "December 15th" When the moon comes out, the frightening bird sings in the spring stream.
——Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream" The first moon hangs clearly on the edge of the blue sky like an unstrung bow. ——Miao Shizi's "Ode to the New Moon" Poor night on the third day of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.
——Bai Juyi's "Ode to the Dusk River" The cool moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay. Looking through the beautiful mirror of the mountains in Vietnam.
——Dai Shulun's "Song of Lanxi" The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk pushed the moon down to the door. ——Jia Dao's "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion" After returning from fishing, the boat is not tied up, and the moon sets in Jiangcun, making it perfect for sleeping.
——Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun Jishi" Raise your glass to the bright moon and form three people facing each other. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
——Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon" Tonight, when the moon is bright, everyone looks around, wondering who is missing in autumn thoughts. ——Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night" The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the North Dipper is tilted to the south.
——"Moonlight Night" Liu Fangping The full moon flies into the bright mirror, and returns to the heart to fold the sword. ——"The Moon on the 15th of August" (Du Fu, Tang Dynasty) The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
——"Remembering My Brother-in-law on a Moonlit Night" (Du Fu) The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. ——"Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" (Zhang Jiuling) The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.
——"Frost Moon" (Li Shangyin) If this night in this life is not good, where can I see the bright moon next year? ——"Mid-Autumn Moon" (Su Shi saw the moon in the dust and his heart felt free, and it was like being in a fairy house in Qingqiu.
——"Playing with the Moon in the Taoyuan on August 15th" (Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty) Asking the Moon about Wine Li Bai and the clear sky When will the moon come? I'll stop and ask. People can't reach the bright moon, but the moon is as bright as a flying mirror. /p>
But seeing the night coming from the sea, I would rather know whether the white rabbit is pounding medicine into the clouds. Autumn returns to spring. Who is Chang'e living alone next to? If the water is flowing, it will be like this when you look at the bright moon.
I only hope that the moonlight will always shine in the golden bottle. When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come?
There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved lanterns and jade bricks should still be there, but the beauty has changed.
I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. Flowing. Su curtains cover the blue sky, and the yellow leaves are on the ground. The waves are covered with cold smoke and green water. Chasing travel thoughts, except every night, good dreams leave people to sleep.
Resting alone in the moon tower, the wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. Li Yu silently goes up to the west tower, the moon is like this. Hook, the lonely phoenix tree in the deep courtyard is locked in the autumn.
The pruning is still chaotic, it is the sorrow of separation, not the ordinary feeling in the heart.
I undressed Luo Shang and boarded the orchid boat alone. When the wild geese came back, the moon was full and the water was flowing.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart. When will the moon shine brightly?
I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky. . I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the high place will be too cold.
I dance to clear the shadows, how can I turn around the red pavilion and look down at the house without sleep? >
There should be no hatred, why will things last forever? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is something that has never happened in the past.
I wish you a long life and a beautiful moon. On a moonlit night, the spring river flows like a sky. The tide of the spring river reaches the sea level, and the bright moon shines with the waves for thousands of miles. There is no moon on the spring river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moon shines on the flower forest. They are all like snowflakes. The frost is flying in the sky, and the white sand on the terrace is invisible.
There is no dust in the sky, and there is only one moon in the bright sky. Who sees the moon for the first time on the river bank?
Life has been endless from generation to generation, and the river and moon are only the same every year. I don’t know who the river and the moon are waiting for, but I can see the flowing water of the Yangtze River. Who is a boatman tonight? Where can I miss the bright moon tower?
The poor moon wandering upstairs should be reflected on the dressing table. The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back when the clothes are smashed and brushed on the anvil.
At this time, we are looking at each other but not hearing each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you. The swans fly long and fast, and the fishes and dragons dive and jump into the water.
Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring. The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang road is endless. I don’t know how many people are returning by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love. On the willow branches above the moon, people make appointments after dusk! Poems about the Moon Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, I was drunk and drunk at the end of the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wrote this poem while pregnant with a child. When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places. Dancing clear shadow, like in the world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless.
There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Su Shi's "Moon over the Xijiang River" I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk.
I rode the moon to a bridge over a stream, untied my saddle and bent my arms, and lay down drunk for a little rest. It's already known.
The mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be otherworldly. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.
The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of Jade Cong has not yet been solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass.
It’s a pity that if a stream of wind and moon blows, don’t teach me to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.
Qiu Yeyue gathered and dispersed at the beginning. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again.
In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly. In front of the Lord, in his spare time, he frowned and sighed.
It stirs up old sorrows endlessly. "Back to Dong Tiju Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet Initiation" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty. The festival is illuminated by the river, and the clear ice of the painting boat is carried; when the moon is over, the glasses are raised, and the fragrant bottles are filled with green water.
Worship the fallen stars and make appointments with the bright moon. The city is full of wind and rain, but fortunately the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as those we once visited in Chibi.
The rewards are paid by the straw, and the heirs are clothed in rounds. [Manjianghong] Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Far Away Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty Go up to the west tower quickly, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon.
But the jade filament flute cracked with a single blow. Whoever makes curling in the floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season.
Ask Chang'e if she is lonely and cold. The jade liquid is full and the cup is beautiful.
4. 30 ancient poems describing spring
1. The rain beats the pear blossoms behind closed doors, betraying the youth and failing in the youth. ____Tang Yin's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Pear Blossoms Closed in the Rain"
2. A moment in the spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. ____Su Shi's "Spring Night·A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold"
3. The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossom still smiles in the spring breeze. ____Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"
4. The moonlight night is a dream behind a curtain, and the spring breeze is full of tenderness. ____Qin Guan's "Eight-Six Sons·Yiwei Pavilion"
5. The clouds think of clothes, flowers think of face, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is rich. ____Li Bai's "Qing Ping Tiao·Part 1"
6. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ____Zhinan's "Queju"
7. Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. ____ "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Crispy Hands" by Lu You
8. Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. ____ "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You
9. Spring is late in the lonely empty courtyard, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed. ____Liu Fangping's "Spring Resentment"
10. When the water falls and the flowers fall, spring ends, in heaven and on earth. ____Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sha Ling·The Gurgling Rain Outside the Curtain"
11. It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with its colorful colors. ____Zhu Xi's "Spring Day"
12. If you go to the forest and the flowers are blooming, you will be a flower-gaze when you go out. ____Yang Juyuan "Early Spring in the East of the City"
13. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. ____Bai Juyi's "Remembering Jiangnan·Jiangnan is Good"
14. On the beautiful Surabaya coast, the boundless scenery is new for a while. ____Zhu Xi's "Spring Day"
15. The flowers gradually become more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horseshoes. ____Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
16. The affectionate peony contains spring tears, and the powerless rose lies on the dawn branch. ____Qin Guan's "Spring Day"
17. The flowers have faded and become red, green and apricots are small. When the swallows, green water around people. ____Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers·Spring Scene"
18. The begonias have not yet rained, the pear blossoms have snowed first, and half of the spring is gone. ____Wang Yu's "Meeting Eyes· Willow Silks Softly"
19. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. ____Du Fu's "Spring Hope"
20. One cry, one ileum and one break, three springs and three months of memories. ____Li Bai's "Seeing Rhododendrons in Xuancheng/Zigui"
21. There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, and one or two oriole calls at the bottom of the leaves. ____Yan Shu's "Spring Scenery"
22. On a spring outing, apricot blossoms blow all over your head. ____Wei Zhuang's "Spring Tour in Sidi Township"
23. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. ____Bai Juyi's "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake"
24. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. ____Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song/Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"
25. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ____Du Fu's "Walking Alone by the River in Search of Flowers Part 6"
26. Changting Road with green poplars and fragrant grass. It's easy to leave people behind when you're young. ____Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring·Spring Hate"
27. Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen. ____Liu Fangping "Yueyue / Moonlight Night"
28. Fortunately, three glasses of wine are as good as a new flower. ____Zhu Dunru's "Moon over the Xijiang River: Things are as short as a spring dream"
29. A flying flower diminishes spring, and thousands of points floating in the wind make people sad. ____Du Fu's "Two Poems on Qujiang"
30. The lingering dream at the top of the building is the fifth clock, and the March rain is leaving the flowers at the bottom.
____Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring·Spring Hate"
5. 30 poems and songs describing seasons and time
(1) Ancient poems describing spring
1. In the spring of Bude, all things are shining
2. The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
3. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
4. There is no youth in the New Year, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden.
5. Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
6. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, spring is always spring. ("Spring Day" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty)
7. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. (Southern Song Dynasty? Monk Zhinan's "Quatrains")
8. The flowers gradually become more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horseshoes. (Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake")
9. When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains and sing in the spring stream. (Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream")
10. The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing. (Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream")
(2) Ancient poems describing summer
1. During the yellow plum season, it rains every house, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. I didn't come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.
2. The red and purple colors have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoo makes summer new. There are endless thorns and hemp on the road, and I realize that I am a man of peace.
3. Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.
4. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.
5. After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. (Song Dynasty? Qin Guan's "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March")
(3) Ancient poems describing autumn
1. The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the grass and trees fall yellow in the wild geese. Return.
2. The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and turning into frost.
3. The setting clouds and lonely birds are flying together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.
4. The long winds send autumn geese away for thousands of miles, and you can enjoy this in high spirits.
5. The high autumn wind howls in August and rolls up the triple thatch on my house.
6. The mountains are bright and the water is clear, but frost comes at night, and several trees turn deep red and turn light yellow.
7. The red candles and autumn light paint the screen coldly, and the small fans flutter against the flowing fireflies.
8. The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with sunset. ("Ambition" by Wang Ji of the Tang Dynasty)
9. The blue sky, the yellow leaves on the ground, the autumn colors are rolling, and the cold smoke is green on the waves. (Song Dynasty? Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe")
(4) Ancient poems describing winter
1. What is the similarity between white snow and salt in the air? Catkins are blown by the wind.
2. A vine path is green, and thousands of snow-capped peaks are clear.
3. The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain were as big as mats, blowing down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another.
4. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow.
5. When the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches
6. I am surprised that the quilt pillow is cold, and the window is bright again. Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
7. Who will cut and carve thousands of piles of snow from the flat ground to create this continuous ceiling? (Tang Dynasty? Han Yu's "Two Poems on Li Hua")
6. Ancient poems, lyrics and songs about summer, 10 each, 30 poems in one section
Poetry dawns in the net Farewell to Lin Zifang from Cisi [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves that touch the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are uniquely red. Xiaochi [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, which is clear and soft. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
Summer Pavilion in the Mountain Pavilion [Tang Dynasty] Gao Pian The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the tower is reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses on the shelves fill the courtyard with incense.
An Appointment [Song Dynasty] Zhao Shixiu It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. I didn't come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.
Xiqing [Song Dynasty] Fan Chengda The plum blossoms are ripe and falling between the windows, and the bamboo shoots are growing under the wall. It rains continuously and I don’t know when spring is gone, but when it clears up, I feel that summer is deep.
Huai Xin Da in the South Pavilion in Summer [Tang Dynasty] Meng Haoran The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool evening breeze, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. Early summer in Kezhong (Sima Guang) April is clear and rainy, and the weather in Nanshan is clear.
There are no catkins blowing up in the wind, only sunflowers leaning towards the sun. Waking up in early summer (Yang Wanli) The plum blossoms are sour and splash on the teeth, and the bananas are green and covered with window screens.
After a long sleep, I wake up without thoughts and watch the children catching willow flowers. In the middle of Sanqu Road (once a few days), the plum blossoms were yellow, the weather was sunny, the creek was overflowing, and the mountains were running.
The green shade has not diminished in time, and the four or five oriole calls have been added. Visiting Zhangyuan in early summer (Dai Min) The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is semi-clear and overcast in the ripe plum blossoms.
The east garden is full of wine, the west garden is drunk, and all the loquats are picked.
7. Good sentences to describe summer, 30 words
There is not a cloud in the sky, not a bit of wind, a scorching sun above the head, and all the trees stand listlessly and lazily. There. In the midsummer of July, there was no cloud in the blue sky. The fiery sun was scorching the earth. The water in the river was scalding to your hands and the soil in the ground was smoking. That day, the weather was crazy hot. As soon as the sun came out, There is already a fire on the ground, and some gray gas that looks like clouds but not clouds, like mist but not mist, floats low in the air, making people feel suffocated. Spring has gone with the falling flowers, and summer is covered with green leaves jumping in the warm wind. We are walking here. The early summer sunshine shines through the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with sparkling light spots the size of copper coins. The wind blows with a slight warmth, and from time to time brings the call of the cuckoo, which is telling us : "Spring has returned."
8.20 beautiful sentences (30 words)
1. The soul is a vast sky, which contains everything in the world; the soul is a peaceful lake, which occasionally floods There are ripples; the soul is a snowy field, which reflects a colorful world.
2. Love is a piece of sunshine shining in winter, making the poor and sick feel the warmth of the world; love is a spring that appears in the desert, making people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again. Hope; love is a song floating in the night sky, which brings solace to the lonely and helpless people. 3. Still life is the beauty of solidification, and the moving scene is the beauty of flow; straight lines are the beauty of smoothness, and curves are the beauty of gracefulness; the noisy city is the beauty of bustling, and the quiet village is the beauty of elegance.
There is beauty everywhere in life, as long as you have a pair of eyes to discover beauty and a heart to appreciate beauty. 4. A sail, if not hung on a mast, is a piece of useless cloth; a mast, if not hung of sails, is an ordinary pillar; an ideal, if not put into action, is a mist; action, without ideals, is a walk in vain. There is no end of the road.
5. A smile is a touch of fresh green in spring, a thick shade under the scorching sun, a breeze in early autumn, and a bonfire in the harsh winter. Face it with a smile, and you will feel that life is so warm.
6. Without the falling leaves of autumn, how could the green buds of New Year be so bright? Only by knowing how to lose can you regain possession. 7. True happiness is contained in ordinary life. Maybe it is just a momentary touch, or maybe it is the eternal highlight of life.
8. The most beautiful poem is the tranquility in the heart, the most beautiful song is the joy in the heart, and the most beautiful longing is the bitterness of tears. 9. Today my heart smiles at yesterday’s tears, like wet trees shining in the sunshine after the rain.
10. Holding the moon in the water in your hand, your clothes are filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle. 11. In the deserted and cold season, a wisp of light smoke disappears with the wind, and when the catkins fly and fall, I stand alone in the small building, with the moon above the curtain hook.
12. The most cherishable thing is today, because today is the easiest thing to pass by. To grasp today is to grasp hope. Minutes and seconds are just moments, and the minutes and seconds carried are called a day. Time often passes inadvertently. Several times in life, youth is more precious. For teenagers of our age, youth has been less than twenty years. In the life of study, we must rely on our own strength and control our own. The boat sails to the other side of hope. 13. On a sultry day, the cicadas couldn't bear the loneliness and kept chirping. I was alone, with no close friends beside me. I wanted to listen to rock music crazily and hysterical songs just to escape from the world without people. That strong feeling of loneliness.
One person is cold, but two people are wonderful. Therefore, the inexplicable impulse makes me miss my old friends and the past days. Although unrealistic reverie cannot bring back everything in the past, it can I hope my thoughts can fly in the world behind closing my eyes, imprinted with smiles, imprinted with dancing figures, dancing gracefully... 14. The wind, so gentle, drives the small trees and grass to dance together, when a breeze It floats over, like a mother's hand gently touching my face. I like that feeling, with a hint of coolness, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. To enjoy life, you don’t necessarily have to be accompanied by delicacies from mountains and seas, and silk and satin. Nature is the most precious thing God has given to mankind.
15. Youth is a time of laughter and crying. Youthful teenagers are like young eagles soaring in the blue sky. Although they are not fully grown up, they are a little childish and ignorant, and they cannot escape the hands of their parents. But I try my best to find my own piece of sky, just for a moment of passion, for the feeling of flying alone! 16. The whole world, because of the sunshine, the cities are alive; the small hearts, because of the sunshine, feel comfortable inside. The bright golden yellow, the small shadows among the trees are like broken golden spots on the leaves, and the direct reflection on the sea surface leaves the fragments tumbling with the waves, creating a beautiful scenery and intoxicating warmth for this nature. The feeling of clarity and tenderness mixed with the deep warmth can re-moisturize the soul that has been missing the sun for a long time after the rain has passed! 17. The wind gradually picked up, messing up my hair and making my long skirt flutter a little.
The green leaves seemed to be dancing in the wind, leaving the tree and throwing themselves to the earth, but I didn’t know that it would wither. I bent down and gently picked up a leaf. The very orderly stems and veins were a kind of Beautiful embellishment.
I lament a little: Green leaves, green leaves, you are so beautiful and gently floating down from the tree, dancing with the wind, but you don’t know that you have been called a fallen leaf! 18. Turn over the pages that have turned yellow and try to find the bits and pieces of footprints left by the past.
Friends who were friends many years ago seem to have become strangers now. In a hurry, the friendship that has been maintained for many years has faded. There is no sense of intimacy. We only meet occasionally and smile lightly. Now I can only look for the unforgettable memories of the past in these yellowed pages. At least I can hold on to the remaining "silk thread"... 19. I like the sea, no matter how blue or bright it is, Whether it is calm or rough, the undulations, the slightest fluctuations; I like to listen to the sound of the sea, whether it is the waves hitting the rocks, or the rolling waves, the gentleness, the surging; I like to watch the sea, no matter whether the mood is comfortable Whether it's sunny or gloomy, whether it's sunny or gloomy, it's comfortable, it's relaxing... 20. When dark clouds fill the sky, what pessimistic people see is that "dark clouds are crushing the city." , what optimistic people see is "the light of armor opens to the golden scales of the sun." No matter what kind of bad luck you are in, as long as you keep an optimistic attitude, you can always find such strange strawberries.
9. Poems describing summer. [At least 30 sentences]
Summer
One
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pool Gradually going eastward. Enjoy the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in the open space
Write about the sunset, moonlight, and enjoying the coolness in the summer evening.
Tang Dynasty Meng Haoran's "The South Pavilion in Summer is Full of Xin Da"
Part 2
The half-yin air of summer begins, and the clouds and scenery are full of autumn
Xia Ban: halfway through summer, after half of May in the lunar calendar. Xi: The way the wind blows.
Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty "Sending Master Liu a Clothes"
Three
In Mengxia, Jiangnan, bamboo shoots are like weaving. The mirage is the pavilion, and the sound of frogs is the orchestral music.
Meng Xia: early summer, refers to the fourth month of the lunar calendar. Cizhu: The name of bamboo, also known as Zimu Bamboo. As compiled: as if arranged. Mirage: The ancients believed that a mirage (big clam) could blow into the air to create a false view of the pavilion. In fact, it is a phantom in which light passes through the air of different densities and is refracted to show the distant view in the air. It is also called a mirage. Orchestral: Describing the frog's chirping as playing music.
"Meng Xia" by Jia Yan of the Tang Dynasty
Four
The rocks are spraying and the sky is clear like rain, and the rosy trees are blocking the sun. It is very cold in summer
Yanliu Sentence: The springs and waterfalls on the rocks are soaring in the sky, and a cloud of smoke is like a rain curtain hanging on a sunny day. Linluo sentence: The vines in the forest are entangled, and the thick shade blocks the sun, making people feel cool in midsummer.
"Inscription on the Top of Baoen Temple" by Fang Qian of the Tang Dynasty
Five
The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the tower is reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves in the breeze, and the roses in the courtyard are filled with incense.
Crystal Curtain: Describes the reflection of the balcony reflected in the water, which is as crystal clear as a crystal curtain.
"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty