My heart is high, my heart is high. My heart embraces the moon for nine days, and my compassion is bright. Below is a collection of 6 ancient prose poems that I have collected for you. Welcome to refer to them.
Ancient style prose poem one: The rhyme of pear blossoms and harp invites the wind and moon
The gentle breeze ruffles the pear blossoms, causing thousands of miles of autumn waves. The painting of flowing water and the longing for love are temporarily sent to Xizi, the West Lake. The secret of Jinse, the original intention of Jiangnan, is the only beautiful place in the world. Recalling the story of childhood and holding the moon, black hair is the tie. The green silk is tied to pear silk, and the silk is tied to the thread for thousands of miles. The wind and rain paint the picture, the lovesickness falls, and I cook a cup of jade spring jade. The secret of the red title, the red Jiangnan, the other side of the world of mortals. Recalling childhood and the story of Qiaoyue, Qingjiang is the connection.
My heart is high, my heart is high. My heart embraces the moon for nine days, and my compassion is bright. Respect your thoughts and hide your thoughts. Thoughts and thoughts are in the same cup for eternity, the sea is as beautiful as the sky and the earth. Respect forward, respect forward. What do you mean by the honorable person? How can you refine your strength? Xu Diaoge is bright. High mountains look up, high mountains hide. The high mountains and flowing water are green, and the jade leaves are quite tall. The sunset is diffuse, heading south of the Yangtze River. The sky and the earth are thousands of cold, but only the boats are heading. Dragon lyrics sing, dragon poems ripple. Tsing Yi passes through a long stretch of water, and the fog disappears and the peaks are hidden. The road is long, heading north. The fluttering wind and horse carry the cool moon, facing each other thousands of miles away. The pear blossoms sing and the pear waves ripple. In the Jade Palace, the sun and moon are long, and the pearls are endless.
See with fog eyes, see with cloud eyes. The three realms of the world of mortals are so close and wide, one thought can be seen from the heart. I hate that the sky is far away and that the earth is hanging high. Release Xumi with a big stride, poetry and wine to fill the face with joy. Look at the sky and learn Zen. The world is wide with five lakes in your arms, and you can see when your eyes are open. Cherish the water far away and cherish the hanging mountains. A gentleman is like jade separated from the clouds, and his face blooms every time he chants.
Cultivation of the mind, cultivation of the mind. Cultivation of nine fishes in nine lifetimes will accompany the pear on the bridge. The steps are too weak and the steps are slow. Stepping up to the fairy residence of Shenxi, there is a feather in the south river. Look at the sky, look at the sky. Reading brocade books makes me want to support Pisces, and I laugh and drink English pear. Send a message to Zixu, and send a message to Xu. Qin Yun's jade-leaf brocade residence, with phoenix feathers in the north and south.
Why ask when the geese return? Tathagata Tathagata patrols heaven and earth, and I am the Lord of heaven and earth. The meaning is pure and the village is painted. Xiaozhou Yiye Longma Town, I am grateful and thankful. During the flower and moon period, don’t ask any more questions. Patrolling the mountains and rivers from south to north, the Qing Dynasty respects the mountains and rivers. Han Shen Chun, Yushu Village. Meizi heard that Zhuxian Town knows kindness and gratitude.
The bamboo lights ring and jingle. When it rises, my moon will fly thousands of times, flying in the shallow fish soup. Boil the soup with water and cook with wine. Splash tea pong within a square inch, pong ping pong ping pong. The sound of thunder, the sound of thunder. At that time, only the Luan flew to the south, and the flying came to attract the orchid soup. Boil the soup and spring, and cook the tea recipe. Only then do we know how the metal and stone are sonorous, sonorous and sonorous. Busy drinking wine, drinking wine wall. The ground was covered with golden light when he fell, and he fell down and chewed the fragrance in his mouth. The poetic heart falls, the poetic heart dangles. The poems and poems are stewed together with the poems and poems, and the Chu poems and poems are sailing. When you are busy outside the palace, you leave the palace wall. Go in and out of the Yuhe River to enjoy the spring scenery, and go out to soak in the tulips. The royal leaves fall, the royal leaves flicker. Yu Ye talks about the rise and fall of each other, and makes an appointment to fly on the ladder.
Looks close, looks like a foot, looks close to the Tianya Pond, and the size is also square. The branch of poetry and wine, the branch of poetry and wine, the branch of poetry and wine, the wing of Xijiang, pointing to the day and day of the decree. The moon is like frost, and the moon is like a phase. The moon is like frost and we miss each other, and the princes in Yushu are shining. Next to Jinse, next to Jinse. Who wouldn't give way to the brocade? Let the bright moon rise. The stars in the sky move towards the mountains, and the orioles in the south of the Yangtze River begin to sing. The boat is like a dragon and a horse flying, no matter where it is. Mooring the boat at Fengqiao River, I carefully wrote the red moon and watched the fire with a night light. The shadows of flowers in the jade garden move, and the spring and autumn sequence in the northern part of the country. Autumn wild geese are flying on the road, and the ground is warm and gentle. The leaves are red and the Huanhua River is light and no matter how small or small it is. The rhyme of pear blossoms and harp invites the wind and moon to travel south of the Yangtze River together.
Ancient style prose poem 2: The story of the falling snow in the spring
Visitors from thousands of miles away are waiting for you, and the clouds and water are cold outside. Looking towards the top of the building, I want to see through it. My hometown, my hometown, and my hometown are shallow. The sky is full of snow, dancing gracefully. Time changes the appearance, but the heart refuses to be idle. In the dream soul, I am still in love. I want to send plum blossoms along with the wine, and the dense snow heralds a good year.
Outside the window, there is a snowy sky and a cold night. The words are subtracted in a secret voice, the red light is towards the dawn, the shadow is sleepless, the beautiful woman travels thousands of miles away from the world, and drinks a thousand yuan with each other. I admire it alone in the mirror, passing by Pengshan in the young years, and the spring is about to move.
On Xiao Feng night, the snow stagnated in front of the window, and the curtains and lights were dim. The words "Bie Qing Before the Pear Blossom" are always eye-catching. The fragrant trees, plum blossoms and snow will be admired for eternity. Why bother to keep the wild geese? The jade wine sieve comes full and the bottles are full. Why persuade the snow to sing?
The snow outside the window is flying in chaos, and the wine bottles are idle with the fragrance of the oven. The feelings are still there, and the thoughts are always unreasonable. What's more, the vast expanse is covered with silver curtains to protect the cornices. The plains are thousands of miles away, and the snow is shining brightly in the spring.
One night in Xuexiang, there was a wind and snow, and pink cotton fell one after another, trying to make the innocent picture drunk. The dream goes away, the land of lovesickness, the carefree world of mortals and the heart is not tired.
If the love is over, the jade face will fade into water. In this life, I just want to have a clear heart and don't flatter others.
The dusk snow is thin and delicate, the wind blows outside the window to tell the coldness, the flying flowers in the dream return to the place, looking back, there are always many lovers who make mistakes, the snow kisses the road outside the fence and curtain, the ice is clear and the jade is the host, walking in the snow to find plum blossoms, Yingge and Yanyu couldn't stop laughing. It's hard to live up to the good scenery, the willow bank is like spring, and I'm waiting to express my lovesickness in my poems.
There is snow outside the window, crows are crying at night, clear frost condenses on the leaves, and the dew condenses on the leaves. The curtains are slightly moved by the smoke from the stove, supported by a touch of fragrant wine. Thinking of people far away, writing about them in wild geese, holding up the lamp and pouring a pot of water into the shadows. Singing wildly, one gradually forgets the worldly affairs, and the gods in the sky are not as good as him.
Ancient style prose poem three: Si Bao Fang Qi follows the wild goose tune
Winter is just right, the wind is strong and the fragrance is fragrant, the curtains are rolled up, outside the willows in the setting sun, the green mountains are covered with green covers, and the sky is crimson. shake. Who cares to spend this night? The emotions lead people to make an appointment with Qinlou. They embrace the beauty of the night and follow the wild goose tune. They sing water and cloud ballads to each other in the bottle of wine. They are drunk and write down the words on the plain paper. Don't blame the dream for being far away.
The evening is cool, the wind is picking up, the fallen leaves are startling the birds, they cover the curtains silently, the orioles sing quietly behind the curtains, who sent the lonely winter to come, without any good faith, they have already been aged by the dark frost. Dreams are hard to come by, and the thoughts are full of thoughts. Who knows when spring will go? I look at the flowers with drunken eyes, orchid lanterns are still shining, the river bridges are concealing the meaning, and the tenderness is still lingering. I find a word to think about you, and my heart is like a delicacy.
There are crows hiding in the leaves, the water is cool with the wind, the remaining clouds fall into the pond, the green lotus condenses, unparalleled charm, the blue waves ripple, where the soul disappears, the night is still long. The frost is cold and drunk with ink, and I am writing small characters. One note contains thousands of lines of thoughts, and there are thousands of mountains. Fragrant clouds meet each other, the wings of wild geese are traced by stars, and the moon carries dreams, passing through Xiaoxiang.
Look at the flowers in the quiet path. It is still late, the cold is falling, the golden pistils are stained with frost, several morning breezes are dragging the red lotus, the beauty is infinite, the way home is worried, the small moon is flying across the plains. The scented jade table suddenly warms up, and the book lamp rises to play the strings and instruments. It is always the love of jade, which is the most beautiful to listen to. Late at night, I fold plum notes and miss each other.
The moon is light and smoky, the evening wind is leisurely, the evening mist gradually condenses, the moonlight is cold, the heart is laboring, the green color is uniform, a water of red lotus, the cloud window is leaning, the fragrance is dark, and the sparse curtains are rolled up. It's like feeling tired, longing for each other thousands of miles away, passing on the love in small letters, drinking together until the end of the day, staying in the place, passing by, the old age, the plain scroll, the new voice of the poem, the rustling Zhu Xian.
Walking late to look for fragrance, the wind blows in the setting sun, the water is warm in the pond, the dead lotus is silent, the clouds are light and dusk, the dust is dark, the sky is jealous of Pingting, the reed flowers are flying down, the returning egrets are frightened. , the souls of the two places disappeared. How can separation and infatuation be replaced by long-lasting love, living alone in the world, flying around, gazing at each other, a few red flowers, making tea for wine, and listening to the chatter of the heart.
On a cool day with sparse rain, the greenery everywhere is reduced to red, the water is smoky, the willow silk is half dyed yellow, and the dusk is deep. Moved into the guest's arms, dressed in winter, the green is shy and red, listening to the brocade strings, the meaning is long and the notes are short, the Liangyan is carved after years of travel, and it comes naturally to accompany me, soothing my heart, no worries about the pipa.
Ancient style prose poem four: Sighing a glass of wine with thousands of emotions
Ranran osmanthus is thick. Yushu is a quiet garden. The clouds are light, the wind is gentle, the mountains are graceful, what can cause sadness in autumn? Time boils the rain, just like a boat. I thought it was a mere ephemera. Why worry in vain? The sky is vast and the sea is vast, everything will stop.
The yellow flowers spit out the cold and light. The leisurely painted corners are seductively scented. Who can compete with the flying flowers and the golden willows beside the Wind and Rain Bridge? The alarm clock goes off, I overslept, the wind blows under my feet and I walk hastily, and the thin morning mist is still there. It just so happened that the officer's brows were furrowed, as if accusing him of being late in putting on his makeup and toiletry. Why don't you deduct a small amount of money for this?
The soft wind and the fragrant fragrance fall late and are still received. The light smoke sinks into the dusk, and the frown is shallow. There are so many referees at the event, how can they get away when they are all performing their duties? Surprised Ningmu, whose bear baby throws a flying ball, his figure is still like a hook, the sound of inhaling one after another, swiss swish, who hits my head? The young man is shy, Na Na, I apologize. He shot again, blushing and missed again, stamping his feet, and finally had a chance.
The autumn light shines through on the cardamom tips. Light makeup, beautiful mountains and rivers. The warm wind blows and the green silk yarn trembles. Walking around the stage, looking back. On the occasion of the school's birthday, everything will be done, the books will be beautiful, and the long songs will serve as wine. Students from all over the world gathered together to wish their alma mater longevity and prosperity. The eighty-year-old man called his mentor and friend!
With the flick of a finger, there are countless autumns, and classmates gather together and talk endlessly. Recalling the bookish business days of Shaohua, I traveled around with mixed feelings. The water of the Jinlong River flows slowly, and the young bird looks old. I remember the plum blossom branches in the past. I can't see enough of the difference between them now. There is no reason for being drunk and there is no reason for pain. A slight frost dyeing one's hair makes people worry, and it makes them sigh for a glass of wine.
The autumn wind blows lightly on the weak willows, causing smoke waves for miles. Strangers, let me miss you and send you a message about the lotus seeds on the south bank. The beauty of youth and beautiful scenery are the only things that people in the south of the Yangtze River love.
The moon over the clear river is like a jade pot of heaven and earth.
The swallows are lingering, the breeze is blowing, and the elegant scenery is more pure. The butterflies dance and wander low in this place, and they don’t bully the dying flowers to become haggard. Chu Tianshu and white clouds pass by, Wu Di is vast and Qin's peaks are green. The birds chirped, the swallows threw themselves into the forest, and played with the wind.
Beside the Qingjiang Bridge, I stayed by the river at dusk, the mountains and sky were silent. The clouds and rain slanted into the curtain, the night dream was cold, the morning dew was like frost, and the vegetation was alive. When the autumn wind blows, the wild geese repay the favor with flowers, sending messages of flowers to and from the north and south, and the same is true for the bright moon. The Great Wall can be relied upon, and I dare not sigh in the wind and dust. Nostalgia for the past has left all the hurts in the present.
The clouds have no trace of escape, the corners of the sea are wandering, and the eyes are drunk everywhere. Chang Yuyu, leisurely playing with the moon, rambling silently, smiling silently, year after year. The floating clouds are like me, I come and go with ease, I am not surprised by favors or humiliations, I am free and the road is bumpy, I am not resentful. The light autumn willow can sleep without picking at the clothes, and it will be bitter and tired.
Ancient style prose poem five: Yun Peng Xia friends accompany the wind and moon
Colorful clouds lead, a line of flying geese stick to the sky, autumn is just in time, green lotus flowers are decorated with round stamens, and the evening breeze stirs up the green willows. The green mountains are covered with green maidens, the smoke is curling up, the eyes are gazing lightly, and the stream reflects the beauty of the maiden. Returning unintentionally, I bought a glass of wine and leaned against the window railing. The starry dew was heavy and I never missed a moment. In a small space, my heart and my lungs were wandering. By the white feather spring, I picked up a maple leaf pill and saw a curtain of wind and moon.
The willow wind is graceful, the lotus pond is full of green flowers, the returning swallows pass through the curtain, the setting sun falls in the west, and the twilight light smoke locks in the sky. I don't care about the past, my heart is shallow and cowardly, a clear song brings my heart to life, it's late at night and everyone is quiet, but I am left alone, I reduce the words and steal the sound, I sit with a poem in hand.
It is sunny and late at night. After dusk, the willows are soft and the wind is soft. The long pavilion is full of wine. Looking at each other, the water is far away and the smoke is far away. I miss you all day long, afraid that the string will break, the sound will be a little bit, the thoughts will linger, the corners of the world will be half dyed, a bottle of wine, the autumn wind.
The lotus stream is shallow with red makeup, the shadows of the osmanthus flowers are green, the light cold penetrates the small corridor, the breeze is blowing, and the painting curtain is not rolled up. The sky in Chongqing River is azure, and there are writings on colored paper. I want to send geese, so I go up to the west building alone due to the south of the moon. I am half drunk, and I am persuaded by Xiaomeng.
A soft song fades away, catkins are flying, the autumn cold is still steep, the light boat outside the willows is surrounded by dusk smoke, clear leaks are moving, dark dust is growing, and the moon is small. When I'm drunk, my appearance is young, I cherish my old age, I look for the fragrant grass quietly, I don't use dawn for other feelings, I'm half-hearted in poetry, I linger in my dreams, how much I know.
The traces of dew are light, the bamboo wind is gentle, the willows are everywhere and the pond is gone, the moonlight is beginning to shine through the heart of autumn, the blue waves are horizontal, the jade lotus is heard, and the pool smoke is dancing, which is too cold to stay. Stepping lightly, thinking about why it is lingering, this feeling is still vivid in my mind, my dream soul is intact, I have planned the number of long hair for the best time, I have passed through the sun a thousand times, looking for the way through flowers, straight into the depths of the world of mortals.
Outside the willows in the setting sun, the twilight is light and cold, the dust shadows are chaotic, the wind is broken, the fragrant lotus is dyed with dew, the crescent moon is crossing the eyebrows, people are talking quietly, and only the shadows of the wine are facing each other. Recalling ordinary poetry gatherings, I often can't sleep after singing, and the time is getting old. Who is here now? The scattered poems of Jiangnan Spring add human touch. With this body, I don't care about all kinds of water flowing eastward.
Ancient style prose poem 6: The soft wind and fragrance fall late and are collected in time.
The soft wind and fragrance fall in late and are collected in time. The light smoke sinks into the twilight mist. Gazing lightly, flying red can not relieve the sorrow of separation. Looking back, spring is not far away. , Yizhuang Building. The long river is indifferent and the moon is hooked, and the clear song lingers on the beauty, and it is self-rewarding. Don't complain and imprison your heart for many years. The leakage is long and the jade cup is tilted, and the dream is faint.
The courtyard is full of flowers, where bees and butterflies go, young willow trees curl up with yellow smoke, returning orioles and swallows frequently visit each other, the clear water of the painted pond is full of fragrant lotuses, the wind blows, and the grass is green, just like old times. I have laughed at my wrong intentions all my life. I am indifferent to the world of mortals. I can only count the few moments when I have to save my life. Who can tell me when I look back on my love in vain? Young people are wanton and dandy. What I am most afraid of is that their temples are full of dust and their youth is ruined.
The night is quiet and the moon is flying, I am drunk for the first time, my face is covered with drunken clouds, I let myself learn to dance in colorful clothes, I sing a clear song without complaining, I look at Qiluan, I don’t feel like a heart-broken fairy. The plum blossoms have not yet gathered up at the beginning, leaning against the greenery, expressing my love for the distant sky, begging for cleverness as if I were separated by clouds, thousands of people are attached to it, and the magpie is diligent, as if talking to others.
How to express lovesickness? The festival has just passed. The fragrance stirs the purple streets, the wind is gentle, the new pistils are growing, the butterflies are dancing beautifully, and the lotus flowers are blooming in the water. It is better when the moon is full. A small heart, time is prosperous, secret jealousy adds to troubles, caress and thoughts, how much frost stains the temples, cherish the beautiful face to change the passing years, the dark fragrance of Peng Ying Road disappears, the plum blossoms in the dream forest dawn first.
The broken shadows of flying blue butterflies, the shallow shade of willows, the swaying light, the setting sun on the fragrant grass, the red lotuses and green water, competing for beauty and beauty, and the complex, still confused, why do you say goodbye so lightly? The leaves fall in the autumn wind, the wind cuts the lights and the flowers are cold, the night is sleepless, the place where the flying dragon goes, it is always a good time, the fragrance is stolen by the wind, the lamp shadow is dim, and there are only a few pages of notes.
The trees are full of red, the scene of early autumn, with sparse green bamboos and sparse butterflies, it is still summer, and the gentle wind is combing golden strands, and it is difficult to protect the flowers. The yellow leaves fall, not knowing where the spring will go. I miss it several times. The shadow of Qingluan and Phoenix does not meet Qingyun Road. I am drunk at the end of my pen and express my feelings. The youthful spring has no owner.