Poetry couplet 1
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. (Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village)
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces. (Su Shi's topic Xilin wall)
Make further progress (Wang Zhihuan's "Heron Tower")
On the side of the sinking ship, Qian Fan crossed, in front of the tree, Wan Muchun. (Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou")
Ask where the canal is so clear, because there is running water at the source. (Zhu's reading thought)
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. (Su Shi's "Water Tune Heading-When is the Bright Moon")
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. (Du Fu's "Wang Yue")
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene")
As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain. (Wang Anshi, "Waiting for the Flying Peak")
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. (Zhu's Spring Day)
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. (Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane)
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. (Bai Juyi's "Parting from Ancient Grass")
Poetry couplets 2
Who will lock loneliness in clear autumn? There is cold rain everywhere.
It's quiet and rainy on a mid-autumn night, and the mountains are thousands of miles away.
I was drunk alone at night, and the flute made me homesick again.
A sad heart belongs to the wild goose, and he walked to the west building alone without a word.
The sky is eternal, and ups and downs are the most important.
Autumn shadows are sad for thousands of miles, and Yin Hui is sad for thousands of hectares.
Lonely heights are too lonely, and falls at lower places are more sad.
Four seas reunion day, acacia v. cold star.
Poetry union 3
The west wind frequently sends the flying geese home, and the sunset looks at the mountains.
Entering Guanshan at dusk, leaving people with tears.
Bloom flies purple swallows, butterfly dances and Qian Qian falls in love.
The moon shines without sleeping. The flute begins at night.
Full of fragrance, proud of the snow and frost.
If you don't live in a warm place, you will yearn for eight shortages.
Thousands of miles away from the mountain, Sanqiu returned to the geese and leveled the sand.
Life is hard to last since ancient times, and infatuation has fallen.
Poetry union 4
The south cliff is blue, and the sunset shines on Wan Shanhong.
Heroes cry for ages, flutes cry for the night wind.
Come fishing in cool autumn, the shower will not stop.
Clear water and clear waves compete for carp, and curtains cover your eyes.
The rising sun sends the first ray of light, and the autumn wind raises eyebrows.
Lin Ping flew south with red leaves.
Crossing mountains and rivers, Buren is wise.
Practice martial arts and write, and fight against Huazhang.
Yunling is divided into north and south, and the streets are straight and beautiful.
Wen Tao's military strategy, benevolence and morality have been handed down from generation to generation.
Be brave and fearless, and praise the future with great ambition.
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Straight street always shows imperial power.
Poetry Union 5
The Buddha shines on the sea of clouds, and the driftwood on the long embankment returns with God.
Bibo fish jumped over the ice peak and broke, and the dragon returned to the sky.
On a good night in the festive season, the spring breeze of peaches and plums is charming.
The ancient bridge crossing the boat was a great success, and a wax torch was burned by the day.
The courtyard woke up, the small building was empty, the autumn was crisp and the dream was clear, and it was unbearable to look back.
On a cold moonlit night, when Chang Jun is away, the flute is sad through the curtain.
The mountain is eight thousand miles away, and the clouds and the sky are in my heart.
Determined to help Xinjiang, Sansheng was lucky enough to entertain Qionglin.
After people enter the western hills, they don't catch autumn today.
Beauty worries about old age, and there is nowhere to cut it.