Second, since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords, we raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. -Li Bai's "Song of Shu Yun/Escort Yu Shuhua Upstairs".
Third, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall
Fourth, tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu "How Deep is the Courtyard"
5. The world is infinite, so you can't draw a sad picture. -Gao Chan's "Looking at Jinling Evening"
Six, the thin shadow is shallow, and the evening is fragrant. -Lin Bu's "Little Beauty in the Mountain Garden"
Seven, drunk lying on the battlefield, don't laugh, how many people fought in ancient times? -William Wang's Two Poems of Liangzhou.
8. Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality. One inch or a thousand strands. -Yan Shu "Lou Yu Chunchun Hate"
Ten, the night dream suddenly go home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears —— Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
Eleven, flowers are like flowers, and no one regrets falling from teaching. -Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin, Er Yun Zhang Zhifu Huayang Ci"
Twelve, under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo. -Lu You's Two Poems of Shen Yuan
Thirteen, looking for, barren, miserable. -Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound Search"
Fourteen, a pot of wine from the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me. -Li Bai's "Drinking Four Bright Moons Alone"
Fifteen, helpless flowers fall, deja vu Yan Gui. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha, a new word and a glass of wine"
Sixteen, things are not omnipotent, tears flow first. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the moonlit sea, and the blue fields breathed their jadeite to the sun. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Eighteen years old, passionate but heartless, tonight is as long as last night. -Yuan Haowen "Partridge Sky, Waiting for Pavilion Lights to Send Cool Rain"
Don't lean on the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. -Li Yu's "Clean Sand Order, Rain Outside the Curtain"
Twenty, strong women in business do not know how to hate the country, but also sing backyard flowers across the river. -Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai
Twenty-one is my life, and I shed a thousand tears for you. -Liu Yong's "Remembering the Imperial Capital with Thin Pillows and Cool Days"
Twenty-two, no one wears flowers, no one advises alcohol, and no one is drunk. -Huang Gongshao's "Jade Case, Stop Needle and Thread every year"
Twenty-three, the spring tide brings rain late, and there is no boat to cross the wild. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou
Twenty-four, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. -Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems"
Twenty-five, the small building was easterly again last night, and the old country was unbearable to look back on the moon. -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?
Twenty-six, flying freely is as light as a dream, and the rain is as fine as sorrow. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha, Lonely and Cold, Go to Xiaolou"
27. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Twenty-eight, I have never shed tears in my life. I am crying here. -Li Bai's "Don't pine branches in Jiangxia"
Twenty-nine years old, but he died before he conquered. Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats. -Du Fu's "Shu Xiang"
Thirty years old, holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
Thirty-one, how much sadness can I ask you Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?
People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. -Cui Hu's "South Village Title"
Thirty-three, I don't know that the sky is in the water after drunkenness, and the ship is full of dreams. -Tang Wenru's Cao Qinghu in Longyang County
Thirty-four, still, still, people and poplars are thin. -Qin Guan's Dream of Spring
Thirty-five, red tears slipped down, full of spring breeze. -Na Lanxingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Wrong at the Time"
Chang 'e will regret stealing the elixir. -Li Shangyin's Chang 'e
37. The sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night. —— Li Shangyin Leyuan Scenic Area/Leyou Mausoleum
Thirty-eight, time only makes people old, does not believe in family, hates leaving the pavilion for a long time, and tears are easy to wake up. -Yan Shu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Time Only Helps the Old"
Thirty-nine, tears return to the eyes, not married and not hated. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
Forty, frost night, Jiang Feng fishing fire sleep. -Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge/Fengjiang Night Park
Forty-one, pull out the mountain. Bad times never die. -Xiang Yu's "Gaixia Song"
Forty-two, affectionate is just a spring court, or a matter of leaving people. -Zhang Mi "The Sender"
Forty-three, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia. -Fan Zhongyan, "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"
Forty-four, a sound of autumn leaves, a little banana and a little sorrow, dreamed for three nights. -Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy Night Rain"
Forty-five, the wind is falling and the rain is sunny. No wonder spring worries are supplemented in detail. -Nalan Xingde's "Red Dates, Wind Xi"
Forty-six, where did you wake up tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon. -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
Forty-seven, the world is thin, human feelings are evil, and rain is easy to send flowers at dusk. -Tang Wan's "Chai Toufeng, the world is thin"
Forty-eight, the bluebird is not outside the cloud, and the lilacs are sad in the rain. -Jing Li's "Spread the Huanxisha, Hand-rolled Jade Hook with Real Beads"
At forty-nine, the petals shed like tears, and the lonely birds sang their sadness. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring
Fifty, there are trees on the mountain, and there are branches on the wood. I don't know whether I like you or not. -Anonymous Song of Ren Yue
A beautiful poem about love: there are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I like you, but I don't know.
1, as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade as soon as possible.
2. Once you go to Qiu Lai in spring, the flowers fall and everyone dies.
3. Wait for bloom to be alone with you.
4. Who forgets first that dumping the country is the old country? I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
5, your sunset, my face, whose one-third year.
6. Who are you, the pen-tip boy who misses you so much, turned into a song on the desolate road of the city.
7. Is it the sorrow of fate or the pain of reincarnation?
8, the actor enters the painting, all his life.
9. There are trees and branches in the mountains, I don't know.
10, that love song is about romance, but it has nothing to do with you and me.
1 1, the love song of the next life, I'll leave the words for you to fill in, depending on who you are or the king above.
12, the window is full of dazzling things, full of life.
13. There used to be a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.
14, passing scenery, is there anyone to help you collect it?
15 Who completed your prosperous life with a scarlet tear mole in the corner of her eye, and who was given a ground-breaking joy by your mountains and rivers.
Beautiful poems about wood (65)
First, a wild deer flew through the air and over the treetops, calling its companion. He runs between buildings.
Second, although a country is divided, mountains and rivers will continue and spring will turn green again.
Third, look at the fish in the blue pond, and the wood falls in the pond.
Fourth, don't drink turbid spring water, and don't stop bending wood.
Fifth, the guests listen to the autumn wind at night.
Six, the vegetation is still not hurt, hurt my arm first.
Seven, pearls meet jade, corals are difficult.
Eight, Xuan Ming is thin, and the vegetation is green in winter.
Nine, the wooden line looks at the city and the land is sparse.
Ten, first frost don't kill grass, there is a wind.
Eleven, the clear water, like waves, flows in front of our window and on our door.
Twelve, the spring is frozen at night, and the mountains and trees follow.
Thirteen, Yang Liuan evening smoke, spring water Mulan trail.
Fourteen, an egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.
Fifteen, the wild feelings are partial, and the wood is true.
Sixteen, the bird's nest in the wood, the fence is sparse.
Seventeen, Mulan's "Shatangzhou", Yu Di Jin Guan sits at both ends.
Eighteen, from knowing that there is no distance, the wood falls into a jade.
Nineteen, the wood dies and the sand collapses, and the mother does not die.
Twenty, high winds destroy beautiful trees, and empty bombs scare birds.
Twenty-one, kapok is full of lychees, and a thousand flowers are waiting for Lang to return.
Twenty-two, Qi Caomu sprouted, Dechang birds and fish swam.
Twenty-three, good birds choose wood to live, and high talents are listed in Huatang.
Twenty-four, shrubs waving flags, fairy clouds blowing horses.
Twenty-five, thinking about filling the East China Sea, strong questions.
Twenty-six, solitary pine should be late, and more trees love Fangchun.
Twenty-seven, an inch long, famous forever?
28. If trees are planted in the West Sea, hibiscus will be planted in the East China Sea.
Twenty-nine, the short temples are covered with frost, and the old face says Chunmu.
Thirty, provocative, I don't know if I'm angry. A tall man with two teeth called himself a winner.
Thirty-one, there are many osmanthus flowers in Shaqing, and hibiscus is not a river wood.
32. Isn't it more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? ?
Thirty-three, the first frost water returns to the valley, and the wind sets.
34. Qian Shan is vast, and Chengjiang is clear in January.
Thirty-five, the bell conveys the meaning of the wind, Muchang.
Thirty-six plans, look at the dry wood to stop Wei Jun.
Thirty-seven, I didn't see the dew, but I heard the wooden axe buckle cold pine.
Thirty-eight, the water hibiscus has declined in autumn, and it is time to bloom. Flat and bright, red face, as if there is sorrow at dusk.
Thirty-nine, under the pavilion, the first autumn flight in Gansu.
Forty, branches turn bows, pieces shake jade swords. I heard that Mulan is looking for a woman, but I didn't know it was a wine-side flower.
41. All plants and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei.
Forty-two, facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, and the frost is bleak.
Forty-three, the shock is soaring, and there is no beauty.
44. The wind pulled down the tree and exposed its roots. There are some vines on the ground, but Qingqing still doesn't realize it.
Forty-five, the golden millet has been arched, and I seem to hear the grass creaking on the cliff of Qutang.
Forty-six, the autumn posture is white, and the leaves are screaming.
Forty-seven, Shunk went south to offer sacrifices to Brigitte, and kapok sent brocade to Jiangxi.
Forty-eight, the east wind does not choose wood, and it does not last long.
Forty-nine, the old trees are staggered, and the cold apes are intermittent.
Fifty, rest the saddle and rest the ancient wood, untie the belt and hang the horizontal branches.
51. Climbing to the roof at night, the wood fell into the river.
Tintin, 52, was anxious and emaciated at night, pecking around on the court and refusing to come back. You can get rid of the harm of tobacco all day long, and you don't have to worry about flying often.
Fifty-three, wood is hard to carve, and the burnt cheese has not changed.
Fifty-four, life has a service, who can be like grass.
Fifty-five, Qian Fan by the shipwreck, Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree.
Fifty-six, old moss, Ishii sound.
57. The Tatar geese come from the Moon River, which is thinner along the Huaihe River and wider along the South Mountain.
Fifty-eight, hibiscus flowers, red calyx in the mountains.
Fifty-nine, the mountains are poor, and the sea is more than flat peaches.
Sixty, the weeds are cold and chaotic, and the trees at night are sparse.
6 1, leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.
Sixty-two, wild fragrance, beautiful wood and beautiful yin.
63, the bamboo path leads to a secluded place, branches and flowers, a Buddhist retreat.
Sixty-four, you planted your peach trees and plums, but forgot the shade of another tree?
Sixty-five, the wind is sad and the ape is bitter, and the wood falls and flies early.