1, Zashi (Wang Wei)
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
2. Tianjingsha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan)
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
-I thought you'd like it shorter-
Landscape pastoral >:
1, Meng Haoran, passing by the old people's village
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable 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.
2, Tao Yuanming-the boss of pastoral poetry!
Tao Yuanming's Five Poems of Returning Home (Ⅰ)
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow.
There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Tao Yuanming's Five Poems of Returning Home (Ⅱ)
There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world.
This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When people are in a complicated market, they wear grass.
I wanted to see no miscellaneous words, but I sang Malone.
My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day.
However, I am afraid that the frost will come, just like grass.
Tao Yuanming's Five Poems of Returning Home (Ⅱ)
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
It's ridiculous to invade the morning, and the moon lotus hoe takes it home.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Tao Yuanming's Five Poems of Returning Home (IV)
Long-term tourism mountain ze, wild forest entertainment.
Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market.
Wandering among the mountains, unwilling to live in the past.
There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot.
Excuse me, whoever gets paid is different.
The wage earners told me that there was no death.
I've really lived in a different place all my life.
Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.
Tao Yuanming's Five Homecoming Poems (V)
Alone in a sense of loss, I returned to my hometown with a staff member. The road was bumpy and in shock.
The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.
Pour my new wine? The chicken is approaching.
When you enter the room, you will get a candle.
The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.
-They're all famous. The landlord chooses for himself.
2. Ancient poems about missing hometown landscape
1, Jingyesi
Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
2. "Rain"
Tang Bai Juyi
It's foggy in Kesash, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.
In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast.
Watching clouds cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops.
How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano.
3. Homesickness
Don Boucher
People in northern Luzhou are definitely lost, but the letter from Yunnan has never been answered.
If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door.
Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.
Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.
4. Homesickness in Winter
Don Zhou He
The wilderness began to be strict and the sky was clear and cloudless.
Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains.
Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.
5, "Yunmeng Old City Autumn Hope"
Tang rongyu
The ruins of the old country are there, so I want to travel to the old place when I board the ship.
Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain.
Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn.
When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness.
3. Poems describing landscapes, homesickness poems, frontier poems, pastoral poems, farewell poems and patriotic poems, 2 each. This landscape poem "Birds Singing in the Stream" is a quiet night with osmanthus flowers in Wang Weiren. When the moon comes out, birds are singing in the spring stream. "Mountain in Autumn" Wang Wei's empty mountain after the rain, the autumn moonlight stands in the pine forest, the crystal stone is in the stream, the bamboo forest, the sweeper is whispering, my friend's prince, are you here? Homesickness poem notes a rainy night to Li Shangyin, a friend in the north, asking about the untimely return date, and the rain rises in the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * was cutting candles at the west window, he talked about the late rain. Quiet night thinking, Li Bai, the foot of my bed is so bright, can it have frosted? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. The frontier fortress poem "Crossing the Song to Go Out", Wang Zhihuan's yellow sand goes straight to the white clouds, and the lonely city is full of mountains. A vassal state lived for a long time. Tent tax leaves Sai Han, geese return to hutian. The desert is lonely, and the long river sets the yen. When Xiao Guan waited for officials in Yanran, they were all protected. Meng Haoran prepared chicken and rice for me, old friend, you hosted me on your farm. We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue in remote mountainous areas. We opened your window and overlooked the gardens and fields, holding our cups and talking about mulberry and hemp. I will come back in chrysanthemum time. "Drinking" Tao Yuanming is in a humanistic environment, but he has no chariots and horses. Seeing Nanshan leisurely, the mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are singing to each other. There is a real meaning in this. I want to distinguish the farewell poem "Farewell to Yuan Ershi Anxi". The morning rain in Wang Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willow. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. Farewell to Ren Shuchuan in Du Shaofu was written by Wang Bocheng. With the help of Sanqin, we said goodbye through a mist that united the five rivers. The child * * * touched his chin. Du Aiguo's patriotic poem "Spring Hope" breaks mountains and rivers, plants and trees come back in spring, the English falls like tears, the lonely birds wail, the fire broke out in March, a book is worth a thousand pounds of gold, and I caress my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. When Lu You died, he knew that everything was empty, but he looked at Kyushu sadly. Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice was not forgotten.
4. What are the ancient lyric poems, landscape poems and homesick poems?
Golden-Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems —— Gong Zizhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
The autumn wind is clear-Li Bai
The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright.
When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
Li Shangyin, a solo tour in Qujiang in late autumn
Lotus leaves hate life in spring when they are born, and hate life in autumn when they are dry.
I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.
Untitled (I)-Li Shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Landscape poems:
Chai Lu-Wang Wei
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.
Bird-singing Creek-Wang Wei
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Meng Haoran, Laoren Village
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable 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.
An autumn night in the mountains-Wang Wei
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.
Drinking-Tao Yuanming
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
Meng Haoran, a night berth on Jiande River
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Wang Wei is in the mountains.
The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
Homesick poems:
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my Shandong brother-Wang Wei.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Li Bai, the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Seeing off a friend at Jingmen Ferry-Li Bai
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
Flying under the moon, the sea clouds shine like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night-Li Shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Looking at the post-Bai Juyi
Jing' an mansion, facing the willow in front of the window every day, is far away at this moment; At the station, the spring is fading and flowers are everywhere.
Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
Bai Juyi who is homesick —— Winter solstice in Handan
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpubie-Baijuyi
In the bleak drudgery of Nanpu, the autumn wind is bleak.
Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
5.80 ancient poems, including landscape poems, frontier poems, homesickness poems and chanting poems, are classified as patriotic poems: it shows that Lu You is dead and everything is empty, but it is sad to see Kyushu.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! Chilecong Chilechuan, under the Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is gray and wild.
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows. Autumn night, dawn will greet the cold of the hedge door. I feel that I walked three times in Hedong Wan Li and climbed five thousand meters of skyscrapers.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south at Julian Waghann for another year. Li Qingzhao was born a great man and died a ghost.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East. When did the West Lake song and dance stop outside Qingshan Building outside Lin Sheng, Lin 'an?
Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent. Lime sings in the humble and industrious mountains, and the fire burns idle.
Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, leaving innocence in the world. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (6) Gong Zizhen's sorrow is far away, and his whip points to the end of the world.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. First, the classification of ancient poems and patriotic poems: It shows that Lu You is dead, knowing that everything is empty, but looking at Kyushu sadly.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! Chilecong Chilechuan, under the Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is gray and wild.
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows. Autumn night, dawn will greet the cold of the hedge door. I feel that I walked three times in Hedong Wan Li and climbed five thousand meters of skyscrapers.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south at Julian Waghann for another year. Li Qingzhao was born a great man and died a ghost.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East. When did the West Lake song and dance stop outside Qingshan Building outside Lin Sheng, Lin 'an?
Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent. Lime sings in the humble and industrious mountains, and the fire burns idle.
Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, leaving innocence in the world. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (6) Gong Zizhen's sorrow is far away, and his whip points to the end of the world.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. Landscape Poetry: There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I hear a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. Sleeping at Jiande River Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. Jiang Xue LiuZongYuan hundred mountains without birds, thousands of paths without footprints.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Looking for flowers by the river, Du Fu's Yellow Master Tower faces the river, and the spring is lazy and sleepy.
Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red. First, the classification of ancient poems and patriotic poems: It shows that Lu You is dead, knowing that everything is empty, but looking at Kyushu sadly.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! Chilecong Chilechuan, under the Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is gray and wild.
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows. Autumn night, dawn will greet the cold of the hedge door. I feel that I walked three times in Hedong Wan Li and climbed five thousand meters of skyscrapers.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south at Julian Waghann for another year. Li Qingzhao was born a great man and died a ghost.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East. When did the West Lake song and dance stop outside Qingshan Building outside Lin Sheng, Lin 'an?
Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent. Lime sings in the humble and industrious mountains, and the fire burns idle.
Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, leaving innocence in the world. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (6) Gong Zizhen's sorrow is far away, and his whip points to the end of the world.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. Landscape Poetry: There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I hear a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. Sleeping at Jiande River Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. Jiang Xue LiuZongYuan hundred mountains without birds, thousands of paths without footprints.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Looking for flowers by the river, Du Fu's Yellow Master Tower faces the river, and the spring is lazy and sleepy.
Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red. Farewell poem: Farewell to Yuan Er's envoy Anxi Wangwei Acropolis, welcoming the rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. In Wang Changling, I left Xin Jian at Furong Inn, where it was freezing and rainy, and I entered Wu at night. In Pingming, Fujian and Chushan are lonely.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Gift for Wang Lun Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. On the way to bid Meng Haoran farewell to Yangzhou, the Yellow Crane Tower was sent by Li Bai's old friend, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Say goodbye to Bai Juyi's ancient grass, the boundless grass on the plain, which comes and goes with the four seasons.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Poems about objects: Mo Mei, Wang Mian, Xiyan Lake, My Home, Bloom's pale ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. The Moon of the Ancient Waves When Li Bai was a child, he didn't know the moon. His name was Bai Panyu.
I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky. Is the fairy in the moon hanging her feet?
Why do laurel trees become round in January? The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it? Toads eat the full moon, the moon, the moon is so dark, I don't know.
After Yi shot down nine suns, the paradise on earth was clear and peaceful. The moon has been lost, and there is nothing to see except to walk away. Worry, how can I bear the pain, sadness breaks my heart.
He Biyu in the Tang Dynasty in Liu Yong was dressed as a tree and hung with ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Wang Zhihuan heron lodge, the mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Wang Wei in Zhuliguan leans alone in the dense bamboo, and I am playing the pipa and humming a song. Looking at Lushan Waterfall, Li Bai's Rizhao incense burner gives off purple smoke, and looks at thousands of waterfalls.
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. Ode to Goose, Robin Wang Goose, Wild Goose, Wild Goose and Quxiang in Tang Dynasty.
White hair floats green water, and red palm stirs green waves. Xiao Chunmeng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up carefree and there were birds singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Early release of Baidicheng (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai bid farewell to Baidicheng and returned to Jiangling in a day.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills. Wangtianmen Mountain (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai Tianmen broke the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu flowed.
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. Late at night, except my comrade-in-arms, Mingyue.
Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, and a group of egrets flying into the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Du Fu's sunset glow is beautiful, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in spring breeze. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
The son of the fisherman, the egrets fly in front of Mount Zhang Xisai, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Du Fu of Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at that red and wet place, the flowers are heavy.
6. Poems about homesickness should have mountains and water 1. In the past, I was gone, and the willows were reluctant; Today, I think it's raining heavily-The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Pick Wei.
2. Elegy can be wept, but it can be returned to China far away-Elegy, a folk song of Han Yuefu
3. Humayu follows the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest —— Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han.
4. However, an inch of grass, enjoying three rays of spring, how much love is there-Jiao's "Wanderer"
5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Du Da Yu Ling by Tang Song Wenzhi.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Three miscellaneous poems by Wei.
7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, which sank again, and suddenly I remembered my hometown-Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night.
8. Where is your hometown? Only when you are drunk-Song Liqingzhao's Bodhisattva Man
9. I miss my relatives more during the festive season-Wei's "Mountain Residence Sacrifices the Silu Brothers".
10. I don't know who will fall tonight-Wang Tangjian's "Looking at the bright moon for Du Langzhong on fifteen nights"
1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the sound of warblers like old mountains-five books by Tang Sikong.
12. Looking at the lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Two Couples in Hometown by Tang He Zhang Zhi
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14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night.
15. Don't be sad, be sad, be sad, and be separated-Nine Songs of Warring States, Chu and Qu Yuan, Live Less.
16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of wearing clothes is slow-nineteen ancient poems in Han Dynasty. Travel again.
17. Think before you go to the wild goose-Sui's "Every day someone misses home"
18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. You can go further and live better —— Qing Ping Le by Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty
19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu's "Meeting You".
20. It's easier to see when it's difficult than when it's gone. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu's Surging on the Sand.
2 1. It's hard to meet friends, but it's hard to meet the stars of the morning —— For Wei Ba Chu Shi by Don Du Fu.
22. Advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yang Guan in the west for no reason-Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
23. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows no gentleman —— Don't be Dongda University by Tang Gao Shi.
7. Five poems about landscape, frontier fortress, pastoral and homesickness. The content should be less than 28 landscape poems. The first poem is Liu Zongyuan, a hundred mountains without birds, a thousand paths without footprints, a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue-Jiang Xue. The second is Du Fu's quatrains. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets soar into the sky. The window contains a thousand miles of autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. The third poem is Li Baiwang Lushan Waterfall. Looking around, the waterfall hangs in Qianchuan. It will fly thousands of feet high. It's been nine days since I suspected that the Milky Way had set. The fourth Su Shi inscription, Lushan Mountain, is regarded as a mountain peak on the edge of the ridge. The distance is different. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain. The fifth frontier poem, Wang Zhihuan, is in the Heron Tower, where the mountains cover the day and the sea drains the golden river, but you expand your vision by 300 miles and pass a flight of stairs. The first Wang Zhihuan Liangzhou poem, the Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is a lonely city with mountains. What is a flute? Spring breeze is not enough. Li Hema's second poem, the desert is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. Why should I take care of my brain? Let's step on the clear autumn. Lu Lun's third song is "It's dark in the forest, but the general tried shooting at night. The next morning, he found his white arrow deeply stuck in the hard rock. Lu Lun's fourth song is "In the bright moonlight, geese are flying, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark". I want to ride lightly and snow is full of bows and knives. William Wang Liangzhou's fifth poem is luminous glass of wine, and I want to drink pipa immediately. I got drunk on the battlefield. In ancient times, there were several expeditions. In the first pastoral poem, the four seasons in Fan Chengda are all pastoral activities, and the children in the village mind their own business. Children and grandchildren have never done farm work weaving, and they have also learned to plant melons in the shade of mulberry trees. In the second poem, Yang Wanli stayed in Xugongdian, a new town. The hedges were sparse all the way, and the flowers on the trees did not turn cloudy. The children hurried after Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower, nowhere to be found. The third song, Yang Wanli lived in seclusion, took a nap in early summer and stayed in Mei. Bananas can be divided into green and window screening. The children slept mercilessly for a long time and watched them catch willow branches. The fourth song, Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves softness. The river only shows sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it. The fifth song, Fan Chengda Summer Resort, is full of golden plums, and the wheat and white cauliflower are sparse. No one has ever landed on a long fence, but dragonflies can fly. Is there frost already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. The second Wei, on vacation in the mountains, remembered my brothers in Shandong, who were strangers in a foreign land. Think twice about your relatives during the festive season. It is said that one person is missing from the place where his brother climbed. The third Anshi in Wang Song is moored in Guazhou, the water room at Guazhoukou, just a few mountains away from Zhongshan. Spring breeze is green, and Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? In the fourth song, Li Yi listened to the flute of Shouxiang wall at night, and it was like snow before Yuefeng, and the moon outside the city was like frost. I don't know where to play the flute, and I have been looking forward to my hometown all night. The fifth song, "Being a cold light in a hotel at night, I don't sleep alone, why do customers turn sad?" My hometown misses thousands of miles tonight, and first frost will be another year in the Ming Dynasty.