A poem about LAM Raymond. A poem about LAM Raymond.
Bai (Du Fu) where will you go whimpered from time to time, and where will you go repeatedly.
You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river. We remembered each other until you appeared in my dream last night.
I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way. You came to me through the green forest, and you disappeared in front of a dark castle.
However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? ? I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air. There is water to pass through. They are wild. If you fall, there will be dragons and monsters in the river.
Five sentences of Linjiang Pavilion (Chu Guangxi) Jin Jianan is the emperor and Jing Town is the north gate. Rivers divide the land, and there are mountains under the towers.
What happened in Jinling has passed, and there is no way to undo it. At sunset, on the empty pavilion, I looked at Weilong Bay.
In front of the small garden, the road ends by the river. Song Like counties have no place to prosper Wang Ye.
Tide produces water, and wind dissipates smoke. Look straight at the clear waves, I'm just saying, there is no other day.
At dusk, the head of the city falls, and the autumn clothes are broken outside the city. The river is full of clouds, and the reeds are flying snow.
The king of Zhou Nan was angry, and the sea breeze in the east was blowing gently. Excuse me, where do commercial singers go every year?
Old trees sing cold birds, and the city is overcast. There are many green willows in Liangyuan and maple forests in Chu 'an.
The mountains and the air are dangerous, and the rivers are long and deep. Why do you hate in life? Heaven and earth are unintentional.
I am lonely and angry when Jingshan goes to Wan Li Road. The river will be integrated with the sky, and the door will be open to water.
The sun sets on the Chu shore, and the five stations are wet at night. There are no acquaintances, and Huang Chenan is here.
At night, I heard the crowing of trees in the courtyard (land tour), and birds and magpies lived in our courtyard to disperse the flowers; This is not a place to live, but also a place to drink and peck. Hunger can drive people away, there is no sooner or later; Otherwise, it's long gone. Don't be so embarrassed.
I have three rooms, which I envy from the outside. I try my best to support myself, so can chickens and dolphins. Although I was called by mistake at night, I ran away like a rabbit.
It will be six years in Fenglin, and I don't know the years. Fortunately, the wreckage is solid, and wine is sold all over the mountain.
When you are drunk, you will laugh at yourself, which is worthy of this. Love the outside world all my life, although I am old and eager to meet.
The autumn wind sent sails and took to Tunxi Road. In the early spring, Zhao Jushi was sent to Jiang (Liu Changqing) to meet you in the dust, which means he is out of the dust.
I have been in love for more than ten years since my own Cangzhou period. Living in Fengcheng District, I look forward to the future Longhuahui.
If you get a monk's family, you can keep your manners. Now that the suit is suitable, everything knows what love is.
Enlightenment is empty, and it's okay to see heart water. And will be poor and smart and want to win.
Why thank a guest who travels alone? You should be a distant male. Let the boat go to Chu, and the negative staff will say Qin plug.
Seeing the flying clouds in the south reminds people of Wu Hui. Yao Si's old place seems suspicious.
Night fire in Jinling city, spring smoke in Ishigaki. After all, Wan Li is as bright as a belt.
A lone sail floats to the green fog. Chutian river is full of gas, and the clouds are often rainy.
Hidden in lakes and mountains, it connects several States. You can get what you want. It's all against the times.
Go home with LAM Raymond, go home and read Water Margin. Grain Rain is still restrained, and He Xingcheng is eager to see him.
If you are willing to be diligent, it is difficult to catch up with the machine. Tired and lucky, I was recommended by the guests, and finally I will encounter sand.
If you don't enter the name, Pei Hui is empty-minded. Although it will be expensive then, it will be easy to retire.
Travel dreams that are enemies of hometown appear frequently, and the spring breeze is heartbreaking. If you don't be a gentleman, you will have feelings for a long time, and you will know everything when you read.
Pay and repay Chai Jing and work in Shan Ye. Send Hou Zhongcheng to Kangzhou (Liu Changqing). As far as the Yangtze River is concerned, there are maple forests, but horses and chariots can't find them alone.
Moving the radio * * * knows that the minister's way is wasteful, but speculation is the main favor. Yuanmen draws a corner and the three armies think, Yi Lu Li Xin.
North Que nine heavy who make music, watching the tears of Hunan water alone. Enter Zhu Gui Yasha Niushi Cave (decorated by Liu Changqing) and return home by boat. The setting sun is deep.
Xiang Shui reached the bottom, but Chu Yun was indifferent. The sails set in Zhu Gui, and the night depended on the maple forest.
The moon in LAM Raymond sounds bitter, and the cold osmanthus in Zhu Gui spits. Sad everywhere, ginger looked at each other with tears.
Two Songs of Miscellaneous Songs (Li Duan) Stay in Huangshi in the Water Town, Dongting Night in first frost. When I heard about traveling by boat, I stayed under the maple forest.
Sending you back here is like a dream. A few days later, the road ahead became mountainous.
Wuxia leads to Xiangpu, separated by clouds and rain. When the weather is fine, you can watch the sea, and when the moon sets, you can smell the drums.
There is no hurry when people are old, and there is no hurry when the water is deep. A night of singing, a white head arrives in Tingzhou.
Say goodbye to Jun Guiyang and let Jun Yueyang stay. Things went wrong and the previous period was empty.
When geese fall into the forest, the waves in Dongting are high. The distant mountains are shrouded in clouds and the trees are extremely dense.
I walked a few miles in the morning, and the wind blew again at dusk. Why worry about both places? We're all alone.
Last night, the bright moon was in the sky and Changchuan was cold. Chrysanthemum is in full bloom, shepherd's purse is in the afterlife.
The sailboat sailing down the river is very fast, and it is far away in five or two. If you want to ask people when to go, you know where to live.
When apes scream in the air, they cry at bamboo. Ying Tixu (Liu Chenweng) is more worried about autumn than about years old.
Walking together, climbing high at night, the high pole is worrying. Often hate, the ancients have no plans, and today people are so stupid.
But Dongli was half drunk, and the residual lamp taught himself chrysanthemum spectrum. Going back and forth, complaining and miserable.
There is a cold and lingering fu. Beyond the lakes and mountains, the bagpipes are dry and the bed is jathyapple.
I hate the ups and downs of Qingyun, the broken road and the dangers. Near the bridge, we met again by selling mirrors, and our hearts were broken.
who is it? Yu Fu was shocked and lost the upper limit construction. What a big mistake, what a big mistake.
It's a pity that it's the first time I read it. Don't dream about him. He's dressed very clearly. Now that we are here, Fenglin is closed, looking back and remembering Xianju, flying to the lake and river.
Speaking of time, it is said that there are groups of children on the ground, green and Yao platforms, and the wind hangs in the nursery. Pipa often persuades wine with a saddle, but it can talk nonsense for a thousand years.
Sigh that since ancient times, the palace flowers have been unlucky, the cold moon has been ruthless, and the battlefield is difficult to be green, so the old man is buried. Jiangnan gaunt, barren, sad since the loss of pear orchards, boundless rivers, tears separated by reed flowers and rain.
I met Sima romantically, blue and wet, and wanted to go home. Qi Tianle (Liu Xueyan), LAM Raymond Road, Honggang Building, once saw Cheng Ping singing and dancing.
After the dance, people returned, the moon turned sideways, and Lang Guanxing was seen again. More than 20 years later, Sang Ma was deeply exposed.
When it comes to talking with Lu Xiang, the teenager knows if it was then. Now, I am pale and white-haired, asking about farming and chatting, vaguely farming.
My father loves me, and I am a chicken in the mountains. Who misses my parents? It is afternoon in the south of the village.
Making tea and inviting guests is a joke between today and today. Thousands of years ago, bamboo wind swept the house.
Strolling along the banks of the Chu River (Su Shi), the green walls of LAM Raymond are unbearable to witness. An open-book example shows that the way home is near, and Jiannan Bridge is Stan.
2. Poetry related to LAM Raymond
1, stop and sit in love with the night —— Tang's Mountain Walk 2, Lonely Boat and Moonlight Pair —— Tang Wang Changling's Listening to the Flowing Water 3, LAM Raymond Chenpi's Danqinghe —— Tang Dufu's Ten Songs of Kuizhou 4, The wind in the forest dies in the sky —— Tang. White Waves Separated from Maple Grove —— Tang Sikongshu's Farewell to Leping, Miaomingju 8. The maple forest withered its late leaves. Feng Lin Ji cries Xiao 10, Song Chaobuzhi's "Leaving the Pavilion Banquet, Dan Fu Ridiculous", Chu Shui is a fishing boat-Song.
3. Maple Poetry
I stopped to have sex at night in LAM Raymond, and the frost leaves were red. At night, on the Xunyang River, maple leaves and mature rushes rustled in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Guan Ying's words are slippery, but you can't flow under the ice of throat spring.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
Dong Fang was silent, and we saw the white autumn moon enter the heart of the river.
Thinking about the strings, she stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Quba often teaches good people to give in, and her beauty is the envy of all leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning and the autumn night in the moonlight.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
Xing Shan Dumu
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
Poems depicting the maple forest in autumn _ Baidu
4. Maple Poetry
1, stop to sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February-Du Mu's "Mountain Walk" 2. Who is drunk in the maple forest in the morning? It always makes people cry-Wang Shifu's The West Chamber 3, Wu Ye's new yellow persimmon leaves are red, and it's also Sapium sebiferum and Feng Dan's Autumn Mountain 4. Frosty night, Jiang Feng's Fishing Fire-Zhang Ji's One Night-Near Bofeng Bridge 5. You came to me through the green of a forest. I don't know how many years have passed-Lu You's "Crying in the Evening"; 8. Return to the Maple Grove and read the water shield at home-Liu Changqing's Farewell to Zhao Jushi in Early Spring: 9. As far as the Yangtze River is concerned, there are maple groves, but horses and chariots can't be found alone-Liu Changqing's Send Hou Zhongcheng to Kangzhou 65438+. Sailing in a boat, listening to the merchant's estimation, staying under the maple forest-Li Duan's Zaqu and Gu Bie Two Poems 12. When Fenglin was closed, I recalled the land of immortals, wandering on the Hujiang River-Liu Chenweng's Introduction to Bird Singing 13, LAM Raymond Road Honggang Small Tower, once saw Cheng Ping singing and dancing-
5. Poetry related to LAM Raymond
1, Stop and Sit in the Maple Grove Late —— Tang Du Mu's Mountain Walk
2. A lonely boat in the maple grove and a small moon-Tang Wang Changling's Listening to the Sound of Running Water
3. Danqing River Citrus in LAM Raymond-Ten quatrains of Tang Du Fu's Kuizhou songs.
4. Miracle in the Green Maple Forest-Tang Sunti's trip to Danyang
5. The sound of the moon in the maple grove is bitter —— Liu Tang Changqing's "Entering the Second Shaniu Cave in Zhu Gui"
6, thousands of miles of maple forest misty rain-Tang Yuan Jie's "Five Poems of Yi Nai"
7. The maple forest is separated by white waves-Tang Sikongshu's "Seeing off Leping Miao Mingfu"
8. Late Leaves in Fenglin —— Song Zhou Bangyan's "Romantic Boy, Late Leaves in Fenglin"
9. LAM Raymond's discipline cries at dawn —— Song Dynasty Step "Leaving the Pavilion Banquet, Danfu Huang Xiang Can Laugh"
10, the water is a fishing boat-Song's "dredging"
1 1, Cold Leaves Whispering in LAM Raymond —— Song Zhao Changqing's "Bodhisattva Whispering in LAM Raymond"
12, Fenglin Red and Late Smoke Blue-Song Youth Tour Fenglin Red and Late Smoke Blue.
6. Poems about Maple Leaves
That night, I saw off guests on Xunyang River, and maple leaves and rushes rustled in autumn-Bai Juyi's pipa trip.
Stop and sit in the maple forest until late at night, and the frost leaves turn red in February-Mutu's mountain road.
Hanging sails in the Ming dynasty, maple leaves falling behind me-nostalgia of Li Bai's "Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain".
There are thousands of maple leaves, lush foliage, shaded rivers and bridges, and the sails are late —— In Jiangling, I am anxious to send my son back to peace.
I painted the Qinghe River, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves in the evening pavilion-I love the autumn fragrance in Tang Yin.
Travel in the mountains
Don: Du Mu
The stone road winds to the cliff in the distance.
There are people in the depths of white clouds.
I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.
The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
Five songs about feeling maple trees
Author: Li Henian Author: Tang
The autumn waters in Shi Gen are bright, and the grass is thin on the rocky shore.
Invasion of wild bamboo incense, stinging and hanging wild thick.
When Cen Zhongyue returns, the toad hangs in the air.
Gui Lu made fun of Xian E and the clouds under the starry sky.
The bleak gardenia falls, and the mountain cries.
And Zhang Zhongwei, the book case will be rotten.
Fragrant Hill
Rain hits the pine trees,
Frost dyed the maple leaves red.
The wind blows white clouds,
Wan Li sends tenderness.
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
-Du Mu
Jiang Shang feng cheng Xiong Yan
Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.
A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors.
Bai Juyi stayed overnight in autumn rain.
The sun is shining, it is freezing, and the frost leaves are full of red.
Xing Shan Dumu
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Send Zhou Zi to Lodi to meet Cen Can in Jingnan.
Orange blossoms in Shandian and new maple leaves in Jiangcheng.
On the moonlit night in Jianglou, I heard Liu Cang's flute.
Think of the bright moon, the waves are white, and the sound enters the autumn maple leaves in Yun Lan.
Yushanling Zuo Huang Fu Zeng
Autumn flowers are like snow, and maple leaves can't help frost.
Guo Man Dong Song Wenzhi
The forest is covered with maple leaves and the garden is covered with orange blossoms.
Wang Changling who sent Meng Haoran to Lingnan.
Dongting is far and near, and maple leaves are in early autumn.
Jiang Shang feng cheng Xiong Yan
Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.
Looking at the oriental maple trees in the mountains, I had a trip to Chengdu.
At the west corner of the Wumen Gate, under the Red Chamber, there is a Feng Dan tree.
Land tour in early winter
The better the maple leaf, the more fragrant the plum blossom.
A land tour in late autumn
Maple leaves want to suffer first, chrysanthemums don't support it.
Wen Zhiming Shanshui Gan Long
Go to the summer pine to shade the old and order the new autumn maple leaves.
Send Masuda back to Lu Xun.
Fusang is just like the maple leaves are tender and cold as Dan.
In autumn in Jiangnan, chestnuts are as ripe as fists. Maple leaves are red, rosy, light reeds and white waves are flowing.
Fengxiang was in Hua Jing late, and Jinshan was in the shadow.
The red Ye Feng forest is full of tongues, and the yellow mud is wild and dances with chickens.
Frost-dyed crow maple is drunk in the sun, and cold rushes to Jinghe River with ice flow.
Wild geese fly high, the sun and the moon are white, and the green maple turns red in the frosty sky.
7. Poems about Maple Leaves
Poems about maple leaves
1, the soul returns to the maple leaf green, and you disappear into a shadowy fortress-one of Two Dreams of Li Bai by Tang Du Fu
2. Gao Lu withered maple trees, Wushan Wuxia sorrow-eight poems of Tang Du Fu's autumn prosperity.
3. There are thousands of maple leaves, and the sails are hidden in the river bridge at dusk-Tang Yuxuan Ji's "Jiangling Sorrow Hope to Send to the Sub-shore/Jiangling Sorrow Hope to Send"
4, stop and sit in love with the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February-Tang Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
5, cold night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping-Ji "a night-mooring near maple bridge/Night Park Fengjiang"
6. At that night, I saw my guests off on the Xunyang River, and the maple leaves and rushes rustled in autumn —— Pipa Line/Pipa Line by Tang Juyi.
7. The mountains are far away, the sky is foggy and cold, and the acacia leaves are red-Five Dynasties, Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc, a Heavy Mountain"
8. The maple leaves fall, the flowers wither, and the drunken fishing boat is not cold-Tang Zhang's "Fishing Songs"
9. The red leaves are scattered, and the spring stone valley is thundering-Don Li Xianyong's Lushan Mountain
10, Fenglin Red and Late Smoke Blue-Jiang Youth Tour, Fenglin Red and Late Smoke Blue.
1 1, late autumn smoke, rustling maple-Tang Dai Shulun's "Crossing San Lv Temple"
12, Feng Danbiyun goes around the yellow flower under the secluded rock-Zhang Songlun's "Walking on the Mountain of Shaxingqiu Entering the Cloud"
I hope it helps you.