But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. -Ye Songshao Weng's "The Garden is Worth It"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Tang Du Mu's Spring in the South of the Yangtze River
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -"Singing Willow" by Tang and Zhang Zhi
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. -Tang Hanyu's Early Spring
2. Xia Shi Jing
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -Song Yang Wanli's "Little Pool"
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -Song Yang Wanli "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
Mei Huang Wu is sunny, but the stream is full of mountains. Zeng Jihe didn't shelter from the rain, and he still has a branch in Ao Shuang. (Su Shi)
3. autumn scenery's poems
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. -Tang Zhangji's a night-mooring near maple bridge
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. -Tang Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green. The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow. -Tang Bai Juyi's Mujiang Yin
4. Winter scenery poems
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. -Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow"
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. -Cen Can blew the lamp window brighter, and the snow shone on the moon every day. (Yuan Mei)
5. Patriotic poetry
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history. -Wen Song Tian Xiang's "Crossing the Zero Ocean"
3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters. The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year. -Song Luyou, "The Feeling of Going Out of the Hedge Door to Meet the Cold in Autumn Night"
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. -Song Luyou's "Xiuer"
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers still exist, trees and grass turn green again in spring, petals flow down like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows. After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold, and I stroked my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. -Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope"
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned. (Changling Wang)
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. (Li Qingzhao)
Four million Taiwan Province compatriots burst into tears. Today last year, the day when the motherland was ceded! -Autumn's "Spring Sorrow"
6. Water, sky and mountains
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. -Tang Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain
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)
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. (Du Fu)
Water: When half an acre of square pond is opened, the sky clouds drift. (Zhu)
A setting sun spread in the water, half river rustling, half river red (Bai Juyi)
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. (Liu Yuxi)
Landscape: the sun is fragrant with purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of Sichuan in the distance. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. -Li Bai's Looking at Lushan Waterfall
The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. -Tang Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain"
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. (Su Shi)
Pastoral: plowing during the day and accumulating hemp at night, the children in the village are in charge of their own affairs. Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn from mulberry trees to grow melons. (Fan Chengda)
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. -Tang Meng Haoran "Passing the Old Village"
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Tang, "Birding Stream"
Farewell poems travel thousands of miles to Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? -Don't Be Big
Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. -Tang Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Two Stones to Anxi"
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! -Don Wang Changling's Lotus Inn and Xin Qiji
Chang 'an is a stranger to infinite trees, and only weeping willows can leave. Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. (Bai Juyi)
7. Friendship poems
Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. -Tang Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Two Stones to Anxi"
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! -Don Wang Changling's Lotus Inn and Xin Qiji
After all, the world is just a small place. Tang bade farewell to the viceroy and went to Shu.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"
8. Homesick poems
Poetry is so bright at the foot of my bed, is there frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. -Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain"
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? Boarded Guazhou
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? -Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems
9. Animal Poetry
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees. I just know that it is better to sing freely in the forest than to listen to the golden cage. -Song Ouyang Xiu's "Thrushcross Birds"
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness? -Tang Luoyin "Bees"