Poetry related to Shanghai

This is a Shanghai poem.

Shen Fuchu

Complain about one's feelings

Flying clouds chase the hazy moon, and people meet festivals. The old narrative of Liangyuan is still remembered, and it is too hasty to sigh. Listening to the morning, playing a thousand heavy. Follow the weather, follow the west and the east.

Tian ao

The severe pain in the waist has been diagnosed as a bone spur, because these four are absolutely impossible.

one

The country is prosperous, and life expectancy may increase by three to five years.

Seeing the whole people on the blessing field was easy to change at that time.

two

Chinese and western theories are seamless, and the other side is not wide.

If I explore hard for a few years, I may meet a lotus flower.

three

Greed and anger can be eradicated, and tolerance and gratitude are 10%.

Even if it is difficult to move forward, the mind can still chase Peng Kun.

Chushui' ao

Shui Jing Tang za Chao

Self-ugliness and Qingming

What I miss most at this time is the soul of God, and generations of sages have survived.

In those days, my heart is scarred now.

The waves always return to the sea, and light purple and deep red are every thought.

Keep noble and sacred, rugged and flat.

In the spring, He Peng wrote two songs about his brother, stepping on the original rhyme.

one

If you don't see the bitter market, the fragrance will be more than enough.

Spring flowers are not too late, and poetry and dreams are as good as ever.

Warm water nourishes the soil, and the wind is clear, so books are good.

It's still too elegant. I'd like to invite Bai Yunju.

two

Welcome to the old market. Too much thinking.

Don't sigh that life is small, even at the beginning of heaven and earth.

If there is a way, there is fragrance, and if there is no word, there is no book.

The place where flowers and trees flourish is my home.

Mr. Cheng Jinchuan claimed to be endowed with a sense of cloth.

A big article should not be sentimental, and it will be immortal.

Poetry on the sea is often quiet, and every time I read Wuyuan, my bones are clear.

Stories are often generous and outspoken.

Laugh and watch the past go with the wind, and the beautiful mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away.

Beijing Xishan Jixing

The green trees are bare in the morning, and the famous mountains are intended to attract you.

Hide your face when the sun dodges, and the gas field will always be fresh.

The detour is missing halfway up the mountain, and the overall cost of searching for peaks.

I remember my youth for a long time, and I saw the golden roof from a distance.

Learning accidentally

The net window faces south, so guests can join in appropriately.

The essence of poetry and prose is to realize Tao in leisure, delve into Tao and master it in silence.

Read through life, distinguish the world and light up the shrine of Shankar.

I have also felt the true feelings of my friends and replied diligently under the light.

human world

I can't bear to roll the world of mortals, but I still pay my heart to the beautiful god.

He is always a poet, and he likes elegance.

Chongwen made a Millennium career early, and finally passed Wan Li when he served the country.

Today, we become close friends because of our previous life.

Yuan dingxuan

flying Apsaras

Seeking heaven outside the pavilion, Han Yin is another journey.

Stepping into space and leaving footprints, the golden wind sent songs everywhere.

the Chen Dynasty

Topic cuckoo valley

How many red azaleas, Truman lingered in his dream.

Yuhuan scenery is full of light, blue sea and full moon.

Touching the heartstrings of my poems, I was drunk in Yichun.

Colorful paper is full of lovesickness, which is pitiful in violets.

Yuan naen

Body fat and refreshing spirit

Suddenly more than forty clouds and smoke sharpen your heart to meet the sea and sky.

Hot-blooded dream, educated youth ridge recalls the past.

Changtai Tianzhu Mountain

Changtai Tianzhu is next to Jinchuan, and the staff is at the scene.

Purple jade is hidden in the vine, and the sound of spring is in front of the stone nest.

People watching the battle under the shadow of bamboo trees sat alone in Wuyan.

Pen and ink used to be clean, so I borrowed a monk's couch to sleep when I was drunk.

Note: Jinchuan, Yu Zi, Shijie, Yingwu and Xinyan are the names of scenic spots.

[Place Name] (Xinjiang, China) Turpan City

Yellow sand soars into the sky, and the vast desert looks at Cui Wei.

Karez is a thousand-year-old autumn snow, and Gaochang City will mourn forever.

Gobi desert is wild and mysterious, and Hu sheep are idle and white clouds come.

I think of Qiangdi's complaint about willow, and I think of Gu Yue, who is lonely.

Two Poems of Tashkurgan Stone Town

It is said that monks in the Tang Dynasty once passed by here to learn from the West.

one

Monks have been walking for more than a thousand years, but the stone is blank and the stone is spinning.

Far away, I listened to camel bell and suspected Bai Fan, and talked about Zen leisurely.

two

Stones are empty cities, and ancient countries are dust.

Snow peaks and Gobi are far away, birds fly west and I come.

Middle section of Kashi-Shitoucheng highway

Thousands of cold rocks meet ice peaks, and Qingchuan is full of ravines and valleys.

The setting sun is slanting away from the frontier fortress, with white snow, blue sky and red.

Huangshan Bifeng

Believe that a dream-free pen does not produce flowers, and a scholar lies alone in the clouds.

Blue cold is the highest peak, dripping ink to see Ting Anne.

A stone near the peak of the pen looks like a sleeping scholar.

Huangshan Buddha palm peak

Strange pines and strange rocks are coquettish, and the forest fans are absolutely fascinated by dangerous roads.

After the rain, the haze is hazy and the clouds are open to bergamot.

Huangshan Baizhangquan

Thousands of towering peaks are inserted into the sky, and flying springs are out of clouds.

The rugged valley is lush, crisp in autumn and windy with high trees in Qingxi.

Huangshan stalagmite

Cui Wei's Wan Ren Peak, Huang Yue and Jin Furong's blue sky.

In the vacuum world of arhat dynasty, I settled in the morning dew of bamboo shoots.

Huangshan expressed his feelings.

Take the trouble to find a sketch, Huangshan is unique in the world.

Tiandufeng set up a lion court, and the clouds and waves turned to whale play.

Crouching tiger, hidden dragon, smoke pine and dragon dance.

It's not because of drunkenness and ink splashing.

Two Poems of Qianzishan

Unlined upper garment forest bamboo sea Longtan dam, wash green Mao Feng wuyun tea.

Thirty-five years in daydreaming, watching the sunset on a clear day.

Dream around Longtan dam, practice flying and washing the white cliffs.

Autumn in September, Ji Quan returned to his old place, drinking tea from his hometown in Mao Feng.

Jiuzhaigou Pearl Beach Waterfall

There is no pearl waterfall in the world, and there are thousands of jade brocade to be painted.

If Xian Chen were still here today, he would not sing quatrains and draw incense burners.

Tiger running, step rhyme Chen.

In September, the residual lotus is full of lakes, so find a sentence to listen to spring and enjoy tea.

Understand that karma comes and goes and grass grows everywhere.

Li jingnan

Random thoughts on climbing Ji Ya.

Beijing and Chu call mountains, and cuckoos pray for long dreams.

The word "educated youth" goes down in history, full of sunset glow.

Ye shanxun

Zhiqingyi

Sixteen went to the countryside in wind and rain, and sixty went up the mountain to step on Yuntai.

Inviting the bright moon to find its true colors, Fang Zhiqing came from the blue place.

Michelle Wang

Thoughts on visiting the old place

I used to work here in Sangtian, and I was several times younger.

Beauty is lucky to add white hair, and teenagers have no regrets to learn virtue.

Let it be right and wrong, and honor and disgrace will gather in an instant.

After all, board the Buyun Pavilion and look forward to a sunny day and a ridge.

Nie Shimei

Congratulations on the happiness of Changping Ge Songbin Buju.

Rongcheng small building, with cranes, the sky is comfortable, and the piano is absolutely sound.

Six bamboos shine on three laurels, and Lin Fei lies high in poetry.