Author: Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
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Bypassing the north of Gushan Temple, strolling in the west of Jiagong Pavilion, the white clouds hang low at the beginning of the lake.
Several warm trees that the oriole came out early competed for sunshine, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud.
Wild flowers will be dazzling when they are competing to open, and spring grass has just crossed the horseshoe before it grows tall.
The beautiful scenery in the east of the favorite lake is unforgettable. Rows of willow trees pass through a white sand embankment.
Spring Tour in Qiantang is a poem written by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, describing seven ways to visit the West Lake. By describing the beautiful scenery of the West Lake in early spring, this poem expresses the author's joy in visiting the lake in early spring and his love for the scenery of Qiantang River, as well as his love for the beauty of nature. Especially in the middle four sentences, the description of the scenery seen in the spring outing of the West Lake is meticulous, vivid and affectionate, which accurately and vividly shows the lively interest and elegant leisure of natural things. The whole poem is rigorous in structure, natural in connection, accurate in antithesis, simple in language, accurate in words and fresh in rhythm, and has become a famous sentence chanting the West Lake in previous dynasties.
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Dengle garden landscape
Enjoy the garden alone and look around the sun.
The smog in the northeast is really heavy, and the palace is full of smoke.
Love is high above, and suddenly it is like a foul smell.
Eyes and ears are temporarily clear, and arms are depressed.
Overlooking 12 street, there is red dust among the green trees.
Cars and horses are full of eyes, but they are not loved.
Confucius was born and died in Luoyang, and Yuan Jiu fell in Jingmen.
The north-south road is poor, who is taller?
The whole poem "Wang Deng Paradise" is written by the "Palace Que" seen in the paradise, the "chariots and horses" running on the 12th street and the "high-covered cars" on the North-South Road, which skillfully blends the situation that little people succeed and great things become late. Paradise is a tourist and entertainment resort in Chang 'an City in Tang Dynasty. Poets in the Tang Dynasty left a lot of poems here. However, due to the differences in life times, personal life experiences and mood at that time, poets either express their feelings about the past or praise the beauty of nature.
Bai Juyi came to the resort, but what he saw was a hazy scenery covered with dark clouds. He touched the scene, contacted the reality that people with lofty ideals were sinking and villains were rampant, and wrote this song "Deng Le Wang Yuan" to express his grievances.
2. About Bai Juyi's travel notes "Qiantang Spring Tour"
Bai Juyi
Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana.
When the sun rises, the river is redder than the fire, and when spring comes, the river is greener than the fire —— Tang Bai Juyi's Memories of Jiangnan
Flowers are becoming more and more charming, but shallow grass can live without horseshoes-Tang Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang
A setting sun is sprinkled in the water, half the river is rustling and half the river is red —— Ode to Mujiang by Tang Juyi
I once said goodbye to Yuyan Bridge, and I don't know the news until now. -Tang Juyi's Banqiao Road.
3. Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom Poems in Dalin Temple
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
Shangxianglufeng
Leaning against the stone and climbing the body, green bamboo sticks and white towels.
When he painted the Lushan barrier, he was the owner of the incense burner peak.
Goose for crane.
-Bai Juyi
You were sent to Qingyun by the wind, and I was driven to the shelves by ducks.
Snow neck cream wool red net palm, please see where it is not as good as Jun?
Don't leave the wicker word.
There is no sorrow in the south and Man Chun in the east.
Don't bully the willows. It's better to persuade others than to persuade others.
Liu Yijiang
-Bai Juyi
I planted willows in Jiang Nanan, and I bid farewell to Jiangnan twice in spring.
Looking back at the green river, I don't know who Pan Zhe is.
Get up late on the boat
-Bai Juyi
The sun is still high, you can sleep under the window, and the pillow is cool in August.
In berthing or Yigu Hotel, you are often accompanied by a fishing boat when you check in.
It's useless to retire from the Jianghu, but the court has its own sages.
We went to Qiantang Lake and got drunk for two or three years.
Banqiao road
-Bai Juyi
Liangyuan is twenty miles west of the city, with a canal and thousands of willows.
If the road is blocked today, the boss bridge was built fifteen years ago.
I once said goodbye to Yuyanqiao. I didn't know the news until now.
February 2(nd)
-Bai Juyi
On February 2, it was sunny and rainy, and grass sprouted for a while.
Light shirt, fine horse spring boy, cross full of words.
Chi He's Eight Poems: Wu
-Bai Juyi
Obviously, I am white and black, and I am not blind.
Say goodbye to you every night, and there is a chorus in the jade emblem.
4. Bai Juyi's poem about travel: My brother was given a bird from the old residence of Siwei Village in Xia Meng to attract young birds and shoot bamboo shoots into bamboo.
Things have changed, and I think of songs in my hometown. I grazed on the Weihe River in my hometown for ten years.
Hand-planted elm willows, houses that cover the sun. The rabbit hides the beans and seedlings, and the birds sing and the mulberries are ripe.
This time the year before last, I traveled with you. Brother and nephew of the poetry and calligraphy class, a child servant on the farm.
At dusk, it is time for the wheat to appear and the silkworm to die. Sit in the spring and flow south, waiting for the moon pavilion.
Have a few drinks and play a game of chess. Once dispersed, Wan Li is still bound.
The well bird misses spring, and the cage warbler regrets coming out of the valley. Jiujiang is low in humidity and muggy in April.
The bitter rain blooms at first, and the clouds are slightly poisonous. Mud seedling water border rice, gray seed (leftover field) field chestnut.
When I am in a daze, I still have different customs. Looking at the county building, the setting sun is green.
Returning geese blows the heart of the country, and Pinghu breaks the eyes. I am wandering, I am alone in the old city.
Drinking water is enough for the same ladle. Send Jiangzhou Trilogy to Tongzhou, Tianya and Tianya.
The mountain is thousands of miles high and the water is thousands of miles wide. Birds can't cross the clouds.
Who knows the eternal danger, for both of us You were very sad when you first arrived in Tongzhou.
We went to Jiangzhou and didn't rest all the way. The road is good every day and the news is broken every day.
Because the wind wants to convey a message, the voice of the earth is far away. When we meet again, when we die, we will never see each other again.
You visit Xiangyang Day, and I live in Chang 'an. Since you are in Tongzhou, I have been to Xiangyang.
Xiangyang jiuli country is surrounded by clouds and trees on the balcony. Nevertheless, this is a place you used to go.
There is Xunyang Road in the vast water. This one is homesick, and there are fewer relatives and friends in Jiangxi.
It's a long way to the countryside, and everything is like a person. How to tolerate this meaning, sitting by the river thinking about you.
Like a river, it is integrated with the atmosphere. The wind blew in the middle, and the two places became lonely clouds.
When the wind comes to an end, is there no reason for the clouds to merge? Try to fall in love and try to be poor. Send my brother back to the snowy night, the sky is overcast and yellow, and the northeast wind is urgent.
When I came back from the village south, I said goodbye to my brothers. Tears are still wet from the front, and I haven't stopped returning to the horse.
Want to sit in a room, cloudy and moonless. The night is long and the fire is gone. At the end of the year, Yu Ning.
Lonely and dusty, the snow falls on the steps. Paint cold ash on the snow and put out the residual lamp.
Grey as my heart, white as my hair. Everything happens like this, you can't be in a hurry in an instant.
Think about forgetting and turn troubles into meditation. Lifelong heart washing is designed for tonight.
He Yuanjiu mourned for the old mosquito. If beauty goes somewhere else, she will never be found again.
Is it safe for old things to fall apart? Only the gauze shines and the dust invades day and night. The fragrance and color are not as deep as before.
Transparent lamps are bitter, cages are light and cages are heavy. There are lonely sleepers in the room, and the autumn nights are very cold.
Old house peony garden, new grave pine Berlin. Tears in Xianyang in my dream made me feel Hou Jiangling's heart.
With this hate every other year, it is a midnight song. No matter how you feel, the listener wants to touch his chest.
Sell charcoal Weng, cut wood and burn charcoal halfway up the mountain. His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.
What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth. Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market. Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it. The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.
It's a pity that a car full of charcoal, more than a thousand Jin, is driven by an official to a general. Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.
Five years later, Shang Yang's white-haired man became a treasure, but Yang Guifei was a special pet, so people in the harem had no such luck. Those who have beauty in the sixth house need to be placed in other places, and Shang Yang is one of them.
Zhenyuan has work to do. Shang Yang people, beauty is black, white hair is new.
Green guards the palace gate. As soon as the sun closes, it is spring. Xuanzong entered the primary election at the end of the year, aged 16 and 60.
At the same time, more than 100 people were selected, who were deeply disabled. Recalling the past, I fought back my grief and said goodbye to my loved ones. I helped myself into the car instead of teaching me to cry.
When the clouds are fashionable, they are grateful, their faces are like hibiscus, and their chests are like jade. The king was not allowed to meet, and Yang Fei squinted at him.
Jealousy makes you sneak into the palace and stay in the empty room all your life. The autumn night is long, and the night is sleepless.
The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window. It's late spring, so it's hard to sit alone at night.
Gong Ying is full of anxiety and disgust, and Liang Yan is always jealous. The warbler's cry goes to Yan quietly, and the spring goes without remembering the year.
Just look at the deep palace and the bright moon, and the object is round four or five hundred times. Now the palace is the oldest, and everyone named it Shangshu.
Small-headed shoes with narrow clothes and slender indigo eyebrows. Outsiders should laugh if they can't see it.
Shang Yang people suffered the most. Less is bitter, and old is bitter.
How about suffering less and suffering more? You don't look at Lv Xiang's "Beauty Fu" in those days. [At the end of Tianbao, there were people who picked colors, and they were the messengers of flowers and birds at that time. Lu Xiangxian's Beauty Fu satirizes it.
] There is no white hair song in the sun today! The flower-buying imperial city is dying in spring, and it is noisy. * * * If you say peony, you will buy flowers with you.
The price is uncertain, and the reward depends directly on the number of flowers: burn a hundred red flowers and press five bundles of elements. Hang a curtain on it and weave a fence next to it.
Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will not change. Everyone is used to it, and everyone is confused.
There is an Weng who comes to buy flowers occasionally. Bow your head and sigh alone. This sigh is self-evident: a bunch of dark flowers and ten families are blessed! The light fat is full of arrogance, and the pommel horse is light and dusty.
Excuse me, who are those people? Passers-by replied that they were eunuchs, officials of the emperor. Wear a red ribbon representing the identity of a doctor and a purple ribbon symbolizing the identity of a general.
Boasting his identity, he came to the army at the dinner party, in large numbers, and the scene was grand. Respect (above three fields and below) overflows into the sky, and the land and water are eight treasures.
There is an orange as a fruit in Dongting Lake. This excellent fish tastes delicious. They remained calm after the party, but became arrogant when they were drunk.
The drought in Jiangnan, Quzhou people eat people! Song of Eternal Sorrow An emperor in China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been on the throne for many years, looking for it, but failed to find it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
When she gets dressed in her golden room, it will be almost evening. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will hang around and drink slowly. Her sisters and brothers were all given titles because she lit up and glorified her family so much.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. More than a hundred miles west of Doumen, the imperial flag opened the way, moving and stopping.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and it rained at night.
5. The poem 1 written by Bai Juyi on his second trip, and Bai Juyi's Looking at the Garden.
Enjoy the garden alone and look around the sun.
The smog in the northeast is really heavy, and the palace is full of smoke.
Love is high above, and suddenly it is like a foul smell.
Eyes and ears are temporarily clear, and arms are depressed.
Overlooking 12 street, there is red dust among the green trees.
Cars and horses are full of eyes, but they are not loved.
Confucius was born and died in Luoyang, and Yuan Jiu fell in Jingmen.
The north-south road is poor, who is taller?
2. Bai Juyi's "Beginners in Taihang"
Not only is it cold, but the Taihang peak is endless.
After tasting the risks, we will go alone today.
The horseshoe is frozen and slippery, and the intestines can't be served.
If it's harder than the world, you can have it at your fingertips.
3. Two bamboo branches of Bai Juyi
The mouth of Qutang Gorge is low in cold smoke, and Baidicheng is in the west in the first month.
Singing to the throat of bamboo branches, cold apes and fine birds crow for a while.
The Badong ship went to Brazil, which was rough and stormy.
Polygonum hydropiper is clustered with cold flowers and red flowers, and the wet leaves of Gracilaria are lush.