Poetry with "shadow"

Days net sand autumn

The lonely village is in the setting sun, and the old tree is in the west of Western jackdaw.

Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

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See Meng Haoran again on Li Bai's way to Yangzhou

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.

Sailing alone in the blue mountains, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

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The rockery imitates Mr. Wan Ling's body-ground tour.

Heap stones for hills and bury urns for pools.

Next to it is the negative salary path, and in the middle is the fishing temple.

The sound of the valley should be bell and drum, and the shadow of the wave should be loose.

Sorry, I'm afraid it's in the south of Lushan Mountain.

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Wang Anshi in Spring Night

The golden stove leaks incense, and the wind blows cold.

Spring bothers me that I can't sleep, and the moon moves the railing.

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Ta Ri Zhang Yan

At the foot of the goose lake, the rice is fertile, and the finless porpoise and the chicken live opposite.

It's getting late, the shadow of mulberry trees is getting longer and longer, the spring feast is gradually dispersed, and the drunkard goes home happily with the help of his family.

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Changshangyin

The shadow of mica screen candle is deep, the Yangtze River gradually falls, and the stars sink.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

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Xu Xinliang Ji

The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low.

Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.

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Zhu in early summer

Bamboo shadows cover the secluded windows, and birds sing at sunset every two days.

Xie Que begonia flies out of the floc, and the weather is getting longer and longer.

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Meditation after breaking the mountain temple's long stream

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.

A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.

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On the 9 th, Qishan climbed high and Du Mu.

On the river, the geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain.

Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset.

After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?

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Early wild goose Du Mu

In August, Uighur soldiers drew bows and arrows, geese flew in the wild and began to howl.

On the moonlit night, wild geese swept over the dew, and the mournful sound reached the dark palace of the palace.

You know, Hu Qi rides continuously, so why not chase the spring breeze one by one?

Please don't abandon a few people in Xiaoxiang. The moss in the water can avoid hunger and cold.

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Thoughts on reading Zhu

Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast.

Ask the canal to be so clear, because there is running water at the source.

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Flower arranging and singing Shao Yong

The flowers on the head glow in the wine cellar, and there are good flowers in the wine cellar.

After two quiet days, I saw the heyday of the Four Dynasties.

Strong conditions, in the prime of life.

The wine is full of flowers, the shadow is red, and you won't get drunk before the flowers.

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Linjiang Chen xian Yu xing

Recalling drinking on the bridge yesterday afternoon, most people sitting on it were Hao Ying, and Ryutsuki in the long ditch went silent and apricot blossom.

In the thin shadow, the flute blows until dawn.

It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked! Go to the small pavilion to see the new sunny, ancient and modern.

How many things, fishermen sing at night.

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Liu Xin Yang Wanli

Wicker brushed a hundred feet of silver pond. It was dark green with only light yellow.

Wicker can not be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water guides him to grow.

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On the way back to Wang Changlin.

Here, in a clear deep lake, the hidden place is just a lonely cloud.

The moon in the middle of the pine forest is shining like a husband.

Maoting has a thick shadow, and the peony garden gathers moss particles.

I also want to reject the secular, and the western hills Luan crane gregarious.

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Du Fu of Ge Ye

Although the daylight in winter is shorter on the elemental scale, it is cold and snowy at the end of the world.

Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.

Wild cries and smells of war, I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.

Wolong and Pegasus are not generals now. They are dust and the personnel are lonely.

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Du Fu of Youlong Menfengxian Temple

I came back from a trip to Zhao Ti and stayed in Zhao Ti. The shadow valley makes empty sounds, and the moon forest scatters clear shadows.

The sky is like latitude, and the clouds are cold. Smelling the morning bell is thought-provoking.

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Du Mu, an egret

Xueyi Sprite, Fish Shadow Creek.

The blue mountains are reflected in the distance, and the night breeze in pear flower falls is a tree.

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Sauvignon Blanc Feng Yansi

Red branches,

Green branches,

Tired of staying up late.

Nothing to do, the shadow moves.

Memory period,

Returns the number of cycles,

I dreamed that although I met many times.

When shall we meet?

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Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi

Heavy Zhu Hu horizontal gold lock,

The moon shadow on the screen window passes with the flowers.

Candles and tears are disappearing,

It's getting cold in Mei Sheng.

Baochai is a gorgeous phoenix,

A thousand miles of incense screens dreams.

Clouds and rain are desolate,

Spring grass grows in Jiangnan.

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Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi

Jinbo traveled all over the world,

When the stars are sparse, make a galactic crossing.

Huaying is lying on the swing.

Long people are not spoiled.

The jade Zheng has not been fully developed.

Ji feng Luan chai tuo

Dreams and moths have low memories,

The breeze cools the embroidered clothes.

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Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi

Whose flute the plum blossom blows to,

Clouds condense in the middle of the night.

This is not a good pillow,

Guanshan people haven't come back yet.

Sound dies with pain,

The clouds break the frost and the moon break.

The curtain under the moon shadow,

The breeze is full of flowers.

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Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi

Shake the oars into a ball,

Late lotus picking in Qingjiang River.

Gu Ying and Liu Ping,

Dream songs are not beautiful.

Meet Cui Dai,

Smile beads.

Living in the shade of willow trees,

Draw the east bridge.

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The young mermaid Feng Yansi.

The new atmosphere in the painting hall is bleak,

Pearl foil hanging late at night

Sleeping in the bridal chamber,

Wutong double shadow fell on Zhu Xuan, step forward.

Where is the high-rise building even a banquet?

Plug the pipe and blow the bitter.

With a farewell,

It's hard to find an old lover and hate his guts.

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Drunk Taoyuan Feng Yansi

The sound of the horn blew off the plum branches,

The solitary window has a low moon shadow.

Saihong is infinitely eager to fly,

Crying in the city at night.

Looking for dreams, hiding sweet ladies,

Pedestrians got lost on the road.

The willow trees in front of the door are shaded.

When did you smell Ma Si?

1. The thin shadow is shallow and the dusk is fragrant. -Lin Bu's Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden,

Dance to see what the shadow on the earth looks like. -Su Shi's "Water Tune Songs"

3. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone"

The lonely sail is far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. -Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou)

5. Crossing the crane shadow in the cold pond and burying the flower soul in Leng Yue. (A Dream of Red Mansions)

6, the moon is thin, the soul dreams. -Cao Zu's Mo Shan Xi Mei