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There are no more cars, and there is no trace of Xiayun.
Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind.
After a few days of loneliness and injury, there is a ban on smoking.
Why send out fish books? Water and mountains grow everywhere.
Transparent small container
Yang Wanli
Spring is silent, cherish the trickle,
The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.
Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,
Dragonflies have long stood on it.
Water bag dance
Zhou Bangyan in Northern Song Dynasty
Burn agarwood to relieve summer heat. Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird. The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one.
My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu.
Li Antang
Huang Ming Joan
The vast and desolate Dongjiatan,
These trees shade the inlet.
Shili Jinxiang kept looking,
The west wind and the bright moon are still singing.
Huanxisha
Zhang
The mountain shakes the lake around the city, the reflection of the lake infiltrates the green hills, and the crystal building wants to watch the night.
When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are overcast and the moon is full, and the dew is turned over by fireflies, and it is rustling until morning.
Is this enough?
2. Ancient poems about ponds 1. Cao Fang pond, shady courtyard, sunny night and cold screen window. -"Transfer Fang Ting Cao Fang Tang" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Interpretation: Spring grass grows in the pond, the sun is shaded in the courtyard, and the sunset shines through the screen window with a chill.
The green wind in the pond is slightly warm. -"Magnolia, the green wind in the pool is slightly warm" Song: Yan Shu
Interpretation: the spring wind, with a slight warmth.
See you in the rain pond, and the breeze will tell you. -"South Gezi, Meet in the Rain Pond" Song Dynasty: He Zhu
Interpretation: Sparse rain drops on the pond and ripples appear on the water surface. The breeze blows the sleeves back and forth.
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. -"Guest" Song Dynasty: Zhao Shixiu
Interpretation: Mei Huangshi, every family is shrouded in rain, and there are bursts of frogs beside the grassy pond.
5. I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, and the leaves in front of the steps were already autumn. -"Poetry of Persuasion" Song: Zhu
Interpretation: Spring grass in the pond has never woken up, and the leaves of plane trees have rustled in the autumn wind before the steps.
6. The trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond. -"Mountain Pavilion Summer" Tang Dynasty: a high article
Interpretation: The trees are lush and dark, the summer is long, and the reflection of the balcony is reflected in the pond.
7. The grass is full of pond water, and the mountain is soaked in the sunset. -"Village Night" Song Dynasty: Lei Zhen
Interpretation: The grass is all over the pond, and the water in the pond almost overflows the bank. Castle peak in the distance, with scarlet sunset glow in its mouth, reflects the shadow in the water together, shining with waves.
8. A rain pond has a flat surface and mirrors the eaves. -"On the Pool after Rain" Song Dynasty: Liu Ban
Interpretation: After a heavy rain, the pond is full of water, very flat and small. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet.
9. the forest breaks the mountain and the bamboo hides the wall. Mountains that stand in chaos and decay. -"Partridge Sky, Forest Discontinuous Mountain and Bamboo Hidden Wall" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Commentary: Near the house surrounded by bamboo forest, there is a small pond full of rotten grass, and the cicada is dazzling. White birds fly by from time to time in the air, and the red lotus in the pond exudes fragrance.
10. The moon melts in the Pear Garden, and there is a faint wind in the catkin pond. -"Untitled, tankers will never meet again" Song: Yan Shu
Interpretation: Do you remember the watery moonlight shining on us in the small courtyard where pear blossoms are in full bloom? By the pond where catkins are flying, we used to snuggle together and talk in the breeze.
There are 20 ancient poems about painting and Mr. Yang's exciting poems.
Author: Liu Fu Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Meditate on Xi's holy book and live with Fu Kun. Wonderful painting tool, Senlihe graphic. The universe travels, and the sun, the moon and the brown talk. Take advantage of endless, anti-poverty. Through fame and fortune, along this moral door. Without hard work, how can you recover often?
The blue pavilion under the sea clouds.
Author: Pu Shoubi Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Lean on the diaphragm and have a clean heart, and grind copper on all sides. If you want to paint, you can't make excuses. The mountains are far and near, and the water is west and east day and night. I don't know who will, but seagulls catch Weng alone.
Haihui Temple painted water wall
Author: Shi Dekui Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Poem: Don't you see that once upon a time people 10 drew a water, and then rubbed it to make it hollow? If it weren't for swallowing rivers and lakes, there would be a wave of peace. When I came to Xiao Temple to see the wonders, there was a dragon in the wall. At first, I suspected that I was riding the wind and weak water, and suddenly I was sitting in Penglai Palace. It is also suspected that the autumn water flooded last August, and the evil wind blew into the corridor, which was wet. Who knows that the painter is clever, and Dong Yu is still ashamed to death. This water is not a painting, just like water. Sitting here all day, although future generations can't draw. How can it be that piling has strict walls and Haihui North Corridor is the first?
Zeng Deli, Mo Mei, Zhu and Li are all fine years old, but none of them show the price of Mo Mei.
Author: Zeng Feng Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Poetry: the northern branch is stubborn and ruthless, and the southern branch is alert and alert. Fang has an urgent home to return to, but suddenly he is too lazy to steal spring. The painting is clear and refined, and a little cleverness attracts others. This is very similar to Tian Huan where I live. Zhou Yimin was a poet of the Jin Dynasty under the eaves of a stream. The chest is still full of ink, and the pen end is more realistic. The Southern Gold Newspaper is still a light discussion, and Zhao Bi is not disgusted. Only now, with the spread of my family in the south, I painted a mountain.
Wang writes bamboo poems.
Author: Zhao Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Poetry: Ancient paintings are amorphous, and only with shapes can they be realistic. Secondly, the ancestors have a teacher's rope, such as Yin Yinni following the ancestors. It is doubtful that the house will be rebuilt under the house. It is enough to participate in new ideas. Hundreds of years have passed in the Jin and Wei Dynasties, and whoever breaks the string will solve it. Besides, editor Du, Jianghu is competing to sell new poems to read. May you plant a thousand acres of Weichuan, eat enough and go. Wind, rain, fog and rain all enter your mind, and you spit it out from the feeling.
4. Poems describing fish ponds: Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and what is the lotus leaf? Fish hits the lotus leaf, zd fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north. -Han Anonymous "Jiangnan"
The pool is like a mirror, and koi fish swims in the waves. Just look at the smoke and water heating in March, and you can see the dragon in one leap. -Song Zhuqing's Fish in the Pond
The stream is gurgling, and the fish jump to know it. If you chase peach blossoms into the waves, wind and thunder will send Tianchi. -Song Zhaofang's "Stream Fish"
The cars on the shore are screaming for water to dry, and the fish are chasing and playing happily. No one enters the Cangjiang River, and only when he is dead will he know that the world is wide. -Wang Song Anshi fish
The spring breeze on the pool moves the white apples, and the water in the pool is clear and shallow. Xinbo has been swimming in the fish music, teasing the river to make a net. -Song Menglu's old "Jiahe Bayong Goldfish Pond"
A pool of spring water is as green as moss, followed by new red on the water. Dongfeng looks at the fish, but shakes the flowers but guesses. -Liu Song Wuji's "Flower Pool"
The sea tide filled the river overnight, and the perch entered the pool at dawn. -Song Yuan Xi, "That is"
It is said that Tianjia is delicious, and the rice fragrance is behind the carp fat. -Zhu Qingfeng Xiang's Leisure in the Village
5. Are there any ancient poems to draw? What I found for you are all poetic poems! So it seems a little rare. I've seen it myself. This is about spring.
It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky. (Du Fu's "Water Threshold to Send Heart")
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. (Yan "Linjiang Xian")
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. (Zhinan monk's "Jueju")
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. (Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour")
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. (Wei "In Xixi Chuzhou")
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)
About autumn:
In the Voice of Ye Qiu, when thousands of people took pictures.
Qi's Su Ting
Li Shangyin's Love in the Snail Pavilion —— In Memory of Cui Yonghe and Cui Yan
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
Tang, Preface to the Autumn Knee King Pavilion.
Trees are all autumn, and mountains only have light.
Don Wang Ji's Wild Hope
The white stone in the west of Beijing is cold and the red leaves are thin
Wei's Two Poems of Magpie Criing in the Mountain
The rain is green and the frost garden has many red leaves.
Tang Bai Juyi's Sima Zhai
Xiang Lian sells green leaves, while the west wind worries about green waves.
Lotus: another name for lotus.
South Tang Li Jing's Huanxisha
Good years must be remembered, especially when they are orange and green.
A gift from stone.
Autumn sometimes flies alone, and the sunset has nothing to do with cold smoke.
Song Su Lin's Seeing the Master's Room at the End of Gushan Temple
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.
Tang Du Mu's Mountain Walk (I drew it myself, hehe)
About winter:
Xie Jin's Taoist rhyme "Ode to Snow" is like snow, and the difference between sprinkling salt and air can be simulated, but if the catkins are due to the wind. (This picture is a little small.)
Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to Laoshan has a green vine path and a sunny snow peak.
In Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue, there are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of roads. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Tang Gaopian's "Piling Snow" has six flying flowers coming into the house, sitting and watching the bamboo turn into a lovely branch.
"A song of white snow sends Tian Shuji Wu home" Tang
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Xue Mei Lu Meipo
Xue Mei refused to surrender for spring, and the poet pavilion commented on the pen fee. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. (It seems that you can draw plum blossoms in the snow)
Don't Dong Datang Gao Shi
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
About summer:
Summer bird-an egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.
Summer in the Mountain Pavilion by Gao Pian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: The trees grow dark in summer, the balcony reflects the pond, the water curtain moves and the breeze blows, and the roses are full of fragrance. This is a good picture. )
The warm wind blows the wheat fragrance on a sunny day, and the green grass wins the flowers.
Wang Song Anshi's "Early Summer is Things"
After the rain, the lotus is full of fragrance, and the magic pumpkin is cold and snowy.
Divine pumpkin: melons and fruits are soaked in cold water.
Song He's Memories of Wang Ci (this is very antique)
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly
Song Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (Pastoral Style)
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
Song Zhao Shixiu's Moon Tour: It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. (It's time to talk about animals)
6. "Lotus Pond Poetry" Lotus Pond Poetry can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River.
Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north. The lotus leaf skirt in Changling, Wang Song is cut in monochrome, and hibiscus flowers bloom on both sides of the face.
Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus. Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli of Chu Xiao Jingci School. 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. A plum blossom in the Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance, jade Qing and Yu Qiuyu, so she untied Luo Shang and went to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Lotus is clear. Shi Tao has a five-inch lotus leaf, and sticking to the waves does not hinder the painting boat from shaking; In April and May, it can also cover the waist of beautiful women. Love Lotus Song Dunyi's Flowers of Land and Water Plants is very complicated.
Tao Jinyuan clearly loves chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang came, peonies have been loved all over the world. Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside and straight inside, you can see from a distance that it is not ridiculous. Qingyangdu ~ Jinlefu is full of green water and hibiscus is red and fresh.
There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above. ◇ ode to hibiscus ~ Yue Qingfeng in the Southern Dynasties shook purple leaves and exposed Zhu Shi lightly.
Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red. ◇ picking lotus ~ In the Southern Dynasties, Wu Liang Dai mixed flowers, and Luoyi hung Qinghe.
Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan. Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason.
May you return early, this lotus is fresh. ◇ Poems about Lotus ~ There are tiny grasses in the north of Hongze River, which can be used to rejuvenate.
Green leaves like the wind, and red cherry is suitable for the sun. Moving to the fish pond is a great loss.
How to frost dew, should be with the canopy. ◇ chanting concentric hibiscus ~ Duke Du of Sui displayed lotus flowers, and graceful water came out.
Solitary stems attract green, and double shadows reward red. The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly.
The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true. ◇ picking lotus songs ~ Sui Yin Yingtong drew countless companions and untied himself.
You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The boat docked against the lotus.
Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup. ◇ Ancient style (its twenty-six) ~ Tang Li Baibi gives birth to quiet spring, sunny and fresh.
Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke. Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the frost disappear.
If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi. ◇ Lotus-picking Song ~ Xiao Weijin paddled a Mulan boat in South Liu Liang, playing with lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.
Lotus fragrance is separated from Purdue, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river. The room is easy to start with, and the handle comes with it.
As soon as the flowers are exposed, they are wet and the stems of the wind are flickering. ◇ There is a gift of folding lotus ~ Tang Li Bai is playing autumn water by the river, loving this red and fresh.
The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round. This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away.
Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind. ◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin is colorless and compatible. Why not be fragrant?
Yao's seats are all set for the cool, and Yu Jinjin is too late. Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water.
Looking forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, leaving home to sing a song. ◇ Lotus ~ Wenlutang shakes the star gold, and rolls the orchid into a white apple.
It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust. Go out to Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli at night. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. ◇ hibiscus on the money pool ~ Jiangnan will rest in September, and hibiscus will turn to Zhongzhou.
Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow. Dew wash jade plate Jintang cold, autumn wind blowing Jincheng ribbon.
It's no use looking at each other. It's getting late, and there's a kind of seclusion in the pond. ◇ A plum cut ~ Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance in the Northern Song Dynasty can ruin Yuqiu, relieve Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
◇ Su Curtain Covered ~ Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to cool off the heat in the Northern Song Dynasty. Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird.
The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one. My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time.
Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu. Li Antang ~ Huang Mingqiong Dongjiatan is a vast desert with green trees facing the water inlet.
Ten miles of brocade is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing. ◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru's lotus field is a lake with a faint bonus.
Three or five boats will go, singing loudly. ◇ Hibiscus ~ The most pitiful thing about Zheng Qing Banqiao is a few blushing scars, and there is a small bamboo door beside the Shuiwai Bridge.
Looking in the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Shi used to live in Zhuze Village. ◇ Thinking in Ouxiang ~ Modern, leisure, Xiao Wen, bid farewell to Anyi ancient town, and the water in Ouxiang is swaying in the canoe; The shore willows are dyed with green streams, and the lotus fragrance is brewed in autumn.
Living in a foreign land is poor and chaotic, and my hometown is happy; A man of virtue and wealth starts from scratch, and the lotus fairy comes to the door gladly. In summer, the mountain light suddenly goes out in the west of Nanting Sixin-Meng Haoran, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
◇ Untitled second ~ Li Shangyin, a misty rain is blowing from the east, and the wheels are faintly thundering outside the Furong Pool. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
Making friends in summer ~ Ji Xu is free, sleeping alone and the water steps are quiet. The moon gives birth to the forest, and the rain stays overnight like autumn.
Looking back at Lian Fang, who sings Du Ruozhou? There is no dream at night, and you can swim if you have a dream. ◇ There is more hatred in the sand and snow in Huanxi, and more red tears cry for Gusu, leaning on the wind to coagulate the snow skin.
The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes. ◇ Nanxiangzi Li Xun took a float boat, crossed the lotus pond, and called the sleeping mandarin duck.
You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset. ◇ Huanxisha Li Hanjingxiang sells residual green leaves, and the west wind is blue.
With the light * * * gaunt, ugly. The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold.
How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing. How about Sun Guangxian in Sidi Township? More lingering feelings! Moths gather shame under the eternal water curtain.
Liu Luo's skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves. Look at the ground, rain hits the lotus.
◇ Recalling Yuhang Pan Lang's long memory of the lonely mountain, the mountain is like a cluster in the lake, and the monk's room faces the lake all around, and the Qing people come back. Lotus fragrance spray even the clouds pavilion, pavilion sound clear eaves priests.
Don't come to dust and stain other people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain. ◇ After picking the lotus flowers of Mulberry and Ouyang Xiu, the West Lake is good. You don't need to mark the wine, and the green cover of the red building will follow.
The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown. ◇ Linjiang Xian Ouyang Xiu It's raining in the light thunder pool outside Liuwai.