A poem about peace and good wishes 1. A poem describing the quietness and beauty of women.
Clear water produces hibiscus, which is naturally carved.
Glory Qiuju, Song Chun, Hua Mao. Like a light Yun Zheyue, like a romantic return to snow. From a distance, if the sun rises in the morning glow. If you are forced to check it, it will burn like a wave. If you are free, you can trim it. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as good as the elements. The neck is beautiful, the quality is exposed, the fragrance is not added, and the lead is magnificent. The clouds are towering, the eyebrows are trimmed, the lips are bright, and the teeth are fresh. Bright eyes and good expectations, yè is an auxiliary force, elegant appearance and leisure.
Tender as water, charming language. Stunning clothes are outstanding, and the bone image should be mapped. The glory of wearing a sweater is the glory of Yao and Bi. Wear jade jewelry and embellish pearls to show off your figure. To practice a long journey of writing is to drag the fog lightly. The fragrance of small orchids lingers in the corner of the mountain.
The face is as bright and radiant as a chrysanthemum in full bloom in autumn, and the youth is as gorgeous and prosperous as a dense pine tree in spring; If there is no thin cloud to gently cover the bright moon, the image will float like snowflakes blown by the wind; Seen from a distance, this bright white elephant is the rising sun in the morning glow in Ran Ran. Close up, it is as bright and dazzling as the graceful lotus in the clear water. Plump and slim, just right, tall and thin in line with aesthetic feeling; The shoulders are as beautiful as a cut, and the waist is as thin as a bundle of slender white silk; The neck is slender, the chin is beautiful, and the white skin is slightly exposed; No perfume, not enough powder; The thick bun stands upright and the slender eyebrows are slightly bent; In the bright red lips, white teeth are vividly presented; Bright and moving eyes look around, and two beautiful dimples appear on the cheeks; She has a beautiful posture, bright and elegant appearance, quiet appearance and refined posture; Modality is soft, broad and charming, which is hard to describe in words; Wearing strange clothes is rare in the world, and the skeleton looks like a fairy in the painting; She wore bright silk clothes and exquisite jade carving earrings; Jade is hung as jewelry, and precious pearls adorn the beautiful face; She is walking on shoes embroidered with delicate patterns, dragging a gauze skirt as thin as fog, faintly emitting a faint blue fragrance and slowly wandering on the hillside;
2. Poetry about silence
Liang Zhu has been idle for a long time, and every spring comes, he is still disappointed. I often get sick and drink every day, but I don't care that my face is thin in the mirror. Why do they have to worry about new things every year? The independent small bridge is full of wind sleeves, and the linping crescent people return home. Jade building is bleak, and it is a bit boring after parting. There are no books, and there are no books. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it. Therefore, looking for a single pillow in a dream, the dream is not only light but also embers. The butterfly garden is deep, willow piles of smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. I'm not going to stay in spring. I flew over the swing with tears in my eyes. I'm waiting for plum blossoms in the pavilion, the bridges are sparse and the grass is warm and swaying. My sadness is drifting away, and the distance is like spring water. My heart is full of tears, and the building is too high to rely on the dangerous fence. There are spring mountains everywhere, and pedestrians are even outside. The waves washed the sand and drank. Forget to come back, it is impossible to say that spring will be dusk. Flowers will eat cold food, whose tree the car is tied to. Will we meet a stranger when Shuang Yan comes? Stir up the spring sorrow like catkins, and there is nowhere to find it in the dream. Jade pagoda spring is not finished, and I intend to say the return date, but I didn't say to swallow the spring first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. Don't renovate without a song. A song can teach you how to tie the knot. You must see all the flowers in Luoyang. It's easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze. Youth travel is dry and sunny. More specifically, I remember Wang Sun. The rain fell on the light thunder pool outside Linjiang Xianchi, and the sound of the rain dripped and broke the lotus. The rainbow in the west corner of the small building is bright, withered and oblique, and the moonlight is born. Swallows fly to see the painted building, the jade hook hangs the curtain, the cool waves are motionless, the lines are flat, the water is clear and the pillows are double, and there are falling flowers on the shore. Irises are swaying in the wind, and willows are carrying heavy smoke and snow. The moon shines on the pear flower. Mulberry picking is a solo boat, around the West Lake, with clear water and grass on the long shore, and fun everywhere. When there is no wind, the water is smooth and slippery, the boat ripples slightly, and the sand birds fly ashore to pick mulberry seeds. Spring rain wins the West Lake, flowers are blooming, butterflies are buzzing, and flowers are warm in sunny days. The orchid is coated with kudzu. It's calm, but there are clouds floating under the boat. The water is fresh and the pitch is lingering. I suspect there will be another day in the lake. After picking mulberry seeds, the West Lake is fine, wolves are still red, birds are misty, and weeping willows are withered all day. After all the tourists left, I felt the spring sky, the curtains hung down and two swallows came back in the drizzle. Who can enjoy the West Lake after picking mulberry seeds?
Who knows, at leisure, the grass is dark and the water is far away, and a little Cangzhou egrets fly. The West Lake is clear and full of eyes, and green willows and bamboos drive there. Tourists must go at dusk, drunk and noisy, and the road turns to the embankment until the city head is always full of flowers. After the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine, and wine will come without flags. Go home drunk. Mulberry leaves are beautiful in the water, and the West Lake is full of fresh clouds. Seagulls and herons are sleeping, so you should get used to listening to orchestra. The wind is clear and the moon is white, suitable for night. Anyone who envies Luan is a fairy in the boat. The sunset glow of mulberry leaves shines on the West Lake, the flowers are flat and faint, and there is no boat on the barren shore. In the southwest moon, clouds are floating. Asphalt flying in the spring of 20 years. Returning like a crane in Liaodong, the whole city is new. Who knows the old master? When Ruan Langchun returned to the South Garden, the smell of wind and peace, green plums like peas and willows, butterflies flying all day long, flowers heavy and grass smoke low, people's curtains hanging down, swings casual, and painted beams living in Shuang Yan. The southern singer's golden mud belt, the dragon jade palm comb. Idle hinder embroidery, ask how the word Yuanyang is born. Linjiangxian remembered the first song that Jin Luan sang together, and the spring breeze made the country rich and the people strong. Now, he is an old official who has lost Qujiang flowers for ten years. It is said that Lang Mountain leads to Yuen Long, and the building is very high, but there is no family in sight. It's hard to leave the lonely city when it's cold, and the mangroves are far away. He Mei crab powder. Don't worry. Sauvignon Blanc surrounded the embankment with apple willows, watched the pedestrians go west, and returned for a long time. It's raining and windy, and cold gulls fly relatively. Sauvignon Blanc is like a willow, and a willow is a parting young man, bowing his head and crying. The Yangtze River is east, Jiangxi is long, and mandarin ducks fly on both sides. When will they meet? 6. Shoot a lamp and spread it frequently. Life here seems like an old bottle. Say what you love in the morning, roll a light cream on the curtain and try on plum blossom makeup by hand, all because of your hatred, so you draw long and far. Thinking about the past and cherishing fragrance is easy to get hurt. Draw a song first, and it is the most heartbreaking to laugh. The railing of Pingshan, which is in the wrong place, leans against the clear sky, where the color of the mountain is both there and there. His hand hung in front of the hall. Look at the old man in front of the bottle. Nowadays, the waves of sand swim in the north pool, the canoes are rippling and the wicker is soft, so that spring comes and goes, and the head is white. A good prostitute has a good voice, but it is difficult to get drunk. I advise you to drink enough gold euros, even if flowers are often sick, they are still romantic. Fishermen are proud of the ridge of lotus leaves, and the boat supports flowers. If there is love in the sky, it will be old.
How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves.
The shore of the ship. Maple leaves and flowers in autumn.
Think about the past. It is necessary to compare the world with dreams.
Last year's Eve, the flower market was brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
When will Ruanlang return to Liulang? Unintentional cloud wins Iraq
Dark clouds are still there.
3. Poems describing tranquility
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.
A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang. -Chang Jian "Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple".
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. -Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. -Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"
Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. -Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Dwelling House"
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. -Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting
4. What poems express good wishes?
1, "Send Japanese monks to worship dragons"
Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang
Fusang is already in Xiaosuo, and his home is in Fusang East.
Who will come here with the teacher? A boat full of bright moon and sails.
2. "Xin 'an, who will give it away on behalf of the father"
Ming Dynasty: Lu Juan
Jinting, willow trees are green, and people are half drunk when drinking Dongfeng wine.
10,000-point boat leaves, carrying spring scenery across the south of the Yangtze River.
3. Send Wang Changling to Jiangning
Tang Dynasty: Cen Can
Silent in the face of the glass, I am full of melancholy to see you off today.
The era when talented masters were not reused suddenly ended.
Going to the south of the Yangtze River to be an official has experienced thousands of miles of wind and rain.
Gentlemen, the court is full. Only you are crossing the Huaihe River.
My family used to live by the Fuchun River, and I often recall the tall buildings by the river.
I have been paying attention to Xuzhou in the south since I heard that you are leaving.
The lonely lane and the lonely door are closed, and the night cold lights still shine in the house.
The north wind is blowing light snow, holding the quilt to accompany the bed.
You take this road to Jingkou, just when the peach blossoms are in full bloom.
The boat will be happy and a new poem will be written on the lake.
Autumn is too long to dive deep, and yellow swans fly high, no matter in the morning or evening.
Please cherish your Qingyun and try to eat more.
4. Send General Li to Dingzhou/General Peng.
Tang Dynasty: Lang Shiyuan
The flag is flying, and General China will March to the troops. Look at him, swallowing thousands of miles with one sword. Plug is remote, the spring breeze is incomparable, before closing, I didn't see the spring of spring; Outside the customs, the wind and sand are pervasive, covering the sky and the sun.
Drums, stirring around, spread to distant deserts; The bonfire broke out everywhere, blocking the mighty Yellow River. Think of the place where the general went, north of the yinshan mountains; Fearful of the general's prestige, the strong enemy invasion has been concluded.
5. "Send Kong Chao's father to visit Jiangdong to present Li Bai"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Chao Fu turned and refused to live, and the East went into the sea with smoke.
Poetry stays between heaven and earth, and the fishing rod wants to brush the coral tree.
Osawa is far away from the dragon and snake in the deep mountains, with chilly spring and gloomy fields.
The Weaver Girl from Penglai returned to Che Yun and pointed out that nothingness is the way home.
Since you have a fairy bone, everyone knows why.
I regret that you only want to die hard, why is wealth like grass dew?
Cai prefers to buy wine in the evening.
"How old were you before you gave me an aviation book?"
Nanyu Cave is looking for Li Bai, and Daofu asks about it! "
5. Poems describing dreams.
Chai Lu WANG Wei: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei: The Red Calyx of Hibiscus in the Mountain. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
Autumn in a Mountain Residence by Wang Wei: An empty mountain stands on an autumn night after the rain. 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.
Wang Wei's Birding Creek: When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.
Wang Jian's Tian Guxing: Men are happy, women are happy, but people don't complain. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper. There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes. In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!
Zhang Ji's Wild Old Songs: The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of Shan Ye. Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns. The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.
Nie Zhongyi's Wounded Family: selling new silk in February and harvesting new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.
Wei's "Housekeeper": A light rain blooms new flowers, and thunder rises. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy. There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
Du Xunhe's Widow in the Mountain: My husband clung to Mao Peng because of the soldier, and all my linen clothes were burned. Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings. When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.
Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring: In the house, spring pigeons are singing and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village: Prepare chicken rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Du Fu's "The Year of Yan Xing": There are many clouds in the north wind, and in the snow in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers. High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks. When will the sadness of this song end?
Wen Tingyun's "Burning Songs": Get up and look at Nanshan, and the mountain will burn the mountain. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected. The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red. Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian. Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet. The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest. Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine. Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps. Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.
Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Notes on Four Seasons (I): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are sparse. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (II): Children in the village go out during the day and take care of their own affairs. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Loser-Yan Shu.
Swallows come to Spring Club, pears fall after Qingming Festival.
At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.
The days are long and the ice floes are light.
Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao.
The suspect had a good sleep last night. It turns out that today's grass fight won.
Laughter comes from two faces.