A poem about a word 1. An ancient poem with a certain word
My job
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Apricot leaves are new and plums have been pruned. When the flowers fall behind, when you wake up lonely and intoxicated.
I sat for a long time with a dark brow, and it was too late to do anything careless. Shaojun is a demon, and you should know it for nothing.
Magnolia is slow, and the patient will listen to him.
Year: Song Author: Liu Kezhuang
Patients will be obedient, their teeth will fall out and their temples will be sparse. I was also ashamed of your kindness, so I returned to Tian She to avoid taking the bus. When I was a child, there were mountains and water. Now I am old enough to fish. The BMW Huaxuan didn't order, and the donkey was as broken as ever.
Become famous and become virtual reality. Wear is always caused by pipes. Emperor Xi and posthumous title are located in rivers and lakes and fairy mountains. Feeling in front of the bottle is not appropriate, but it still depends on age. In the first year of Wei Wu's reign, Fu Sheng passed the book at the age of ninety.
Qinyuanchun's extraordinary genius
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Extraordinary genius, writing like Song San, poetry like Luxi. Since Bai Lianjiao was endowed, the highest bidder has won, the plum blossom sentence is expressed, and the vision is long. Jade dust spirit, Yao Lin charm, fairy clothes in the snow. At dusk on the mountain, ten days later, the crane came back again.
Flowers are flying lightly. It's like the Ten Wonders of Yuan Gui Bao. The most romantic circle, parents are not old, three locusts are planted, and children are divided. People want to destroy me, king disi. It's not too late for you to give up your family in the Axis. Fairy medicine, in Yupanlin chest, Qiongyuan toad.
Zhudingzi, the tallest building.
Year: Song Author:
The word "Zhu Ding" is 80 square heads. Plus eight thousand years. If you are incompetent, you accept the dock. Until now, you hate Chaozhou. Look at some people. They are cold, inflamed and ashamed.
Stop learning, Taigong is busy making a fire. Don't learn, Shen Gong help grinding. Humemo, don't rest. Have you ever eaten a little late in teaching, and don't worry about breastfeeding in the future? And leisurely, some fishing in the water, some autumn outing.
Mr. Niannujiao committed suicide.
Year: Song Author:
When Mr. Wang died, he embraced the cold and gave Lingyun a feeling of traveling. I have an eldest son, Kong Wenju, with a weak crown, a weak beard and a weak tooth. The peach was stolen three times, but the tree is still like this. I have been to Bloom several times before. Penglai can be blocked, but it is useless to be a child when he is old.
Because of this, this pen is moving, the river of no return, just like a song. Send it to two grandchildren and treat the text as a script. In the same year, the same month, a company, who invited the soul paper. The first three situations are all good, not to mention the last three situations.
Taicheng Road/Qi Tianle
Year: Song Author: zhangyan
In the Qing Dynasty, gardens were endowed with pleasure and fragrant flowers. Beautiful colors, curtains and fragrant wine often stay in the pond. Take care of yourself. The horses and chariots are noisy, and I am not idle. Chrysanthemum, cold and red fly down to the Dongting dawn.
Looking for spring and synchronizing green space. Autumn is farther away, and the painting and calligraphy boat is smaller. Who is bamboo, seagulls are water, and Bai Yueguang is round. The sky is vast. It is said that the green hair is fluttering and the wind is whistling. Slowly build a dike and sand, Weibin people are not old.
Regression, the second part
Year: Meta Author: Wang Mian
There are some water and some mountains, and branches and quinoa are everywhere. Are you poor and forgetful?
I like fishing and collecting firewood. It's snobbish. The flowers of Yungen old plum trees are the most distinct.
feeling
Year: Song Author:
Different people have taught Niu Jing, and strange words first spread to Yi heming. You don't know a monk when you knock on the moon. You have to rely on an old man to hoe cigarettes.
Mountain gods care about hermits, just like the star of Chu Shi. There is no shame in the middle of pitching, and Gualong in taro area is also on the court.
Seventy-nine songs, ten songs
Year: Song Author: Liu Kezhuang
My ancestors left in the old Tianlu, and my boy is in the upper reaches of a water mountain. There are Qi countries, but there is no Liangzhou in Bozhou.
Two stories about books
Year: Song Author: Liu Kezhuang
It's good that two scholars have been practicing for a lifetime. What more can they ask for? Who was next to the portal in the old days, so the country would rather have no water mound.
Hua Sasakawa doesn't love Ceng Zi, but he can reply to Qian Lou if he is short. Chu Shi's car was unsafe, so he took a trip in the twelfth row of nests.
2. Poems with the word "zai"
Painter: Wang Weiyuan looked at the mountain, but listened to the water quietly.
Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed. 1. relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other, and a piece of ice heart was in the jade pot. 2. I looked for him in my dream and suddenly turned around, but that man was in the dim light! Heaven doesn't love wine, and wine stars are not in the sky. 4. When she was in bloom, she laughed in the bushes! Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers still exist, and trees and grass turn green again. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. Until a child of the Yang family, who had hardly grown up, grew up in the inner room. No one knew her, but she was blessed by heaven and was not hidden. Finally, she was elected royal one day. As a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my family more during the holidays. 9. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. 10. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain. Just because I'm on this mountain. 1 1. The Great Wall of Wan Li is still there today, but the former Qin Shihuang is gone. 12. If two people have been in love for a long time, it is still a matter of time. 13. Guan Yu, in Hezhou. My fair lady.
3. Poems with the word [residence]
Operator ①
Song Li Zhiyi
I live at the source of the Yangtze River.
You live at the end of the Yangtze River. ③
I miss you every day,
* * * Drink Yangtze River water.
When will the water stop?
When did this hatred ever happen?
May your heart be the same as mine,
I will not be lovesick. ④
This park is not worth visiting.
Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time.
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
Zaofa baidicheng
Thousands of miles away, Jiangling returned in one day.
The apes on both sides can't stop crying, but the canoe has crossed the Chung Shan Man.
Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Bodhisattva Crossing the River and Writing a Wall in Jiangxi"
The wind has stopped the dust and fragrant flowers, and the bedside night is tired. & gt
4. Beautiful sentences with Chinese characters are more specific, and the finer the better.
Smiling at a busy stranger is like a fleeting time.
Life is nothing more than this. The years are like water. Time flies, memories are scattered all over the place, and the old days have lost their faces.
That prosperity is gone forever, leaving only sadness everywhere.
The leaves have left. It's not that the tree didn't stay, not that the wind pursued blindly, but that he yearned for freedom.
The space formed by singing makes the years come and go freely, so it still protects people's faces and a huge and endless hatred.
Sadness flows, but can't hide the mottled years.
The dream of dyeing spring flowers is hard to open, and it is still in its heyday.
Those dreams are stranded on the other side of the fleeting time,
Become a blooming flower in memory,
I can't help but bury a candlelight. When memory turns into autumn tears,
It became a story of time.
Landlord, I hit it with my hand ~ ~ I hope the landlord will adopt it. Very tired. Hee hee ~
5. Poems with the word "sorrow"
One is lovesickness, and the other is idleness. Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum" Mo Chou has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows a gentleman.
Gao Shi's Don't Move Big asks how much leisure. A cloud of smoke, catkins flying all over the city, Huang Meiyu.
Zhu He's "Jade Case" fell into deep sorrow and hidden lament, and silence was better than sound-Tang Juyi's flying flowers were as light as a dream, and endless rain was as thin as sorrow. Qin Guan's "Huanxisha" banana does not show lilac knots, which is the same as the spring breeze.
Li Shangyin's Gift asks how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. Li Yu's Yu Meiren 1: On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps with anxiety. But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves; The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. The mighty sorrow is slanting from the sky, and the whip refers to the end of the world; I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
There is a poem in Li Shangyin's "Dedication" that "bananas don't show lilac knots, but they are worried about the spring breeze". Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, but they worry about filling in new gifts. When does the Populus euphratica stop? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian Yu Lou Chun), the moon is leaning on the floor, and the wine turns into acacia tears (Fan Zhongyan's Sumugai), and the sorrow has been broken, and there is no reason to get drunk.
Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar.
Parting from sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's Walking on the Sand), so Chunjiang is full of tears and melancholy (Qin Guan's Jiangchengzi). Yichuan smoke, the city is full of wind, Mei Huangyu (He Zhu's Jade Case) stares, adding new worries from now on (Li Qingzhao's "The Phoenix Tower Memories the Flute"). This time, how can a sad word be won (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice)? It's hard to realize a dream and hate it. People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall.
(Si Wan Yong's "Sauvignon Blanc") Dongfeng Xie, with a subtle sense of joy and a melancholy mood, left Suo for several years. Wrong, wrong, wrong (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix") The evening is already lonely, and the wind and rain (operator) are the most bitter. If you don't lean on the dangerous fence, the sun will set, and the willow will bloom (Xin Qiji's "Fishing"). Where is spring, but I don't know where it will go (Xin Qiji's Zhu Yingtai)
Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it.
I want to say that I'd better take a rest, but I feel that the autumn is crisp (Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave), and it's hard to get rid of my worries (Jiang Kui's Long Pavilion), and new green is born; This is a place that turns red with sadness. I remember that day when the door was covered with pear blossoms and the lights were cut late at night (Shi Dazu's Luo Qixiang), and I was worried that Cui Dai's eyebrows would be damaged. Flowers bloom alone every day (Shi Dazu's "Double Words"), spring is full of sorrow, the boat is rocking on the river, and the curtain is beckoning upstairs. Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge.
The wind is floating and the rain is falling. When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.
Time can easily throw people away. Cherry turns red and plantain turns green (Jie Jiang's A Prune). Where is sadness synthesized? Autumn leaves people's hearts (Wu Wenying's Tang Duoling) and makes them sad (Gong Zizhen's Langtaosha). Spring worries gradually blow up, just like spring clouds (Jiang Chunlin's Willow Branches). Who will get it? The voice of sorrow (Wang's "Langtaosha") looks forward to the return of spring, which is even more silent (Wen's "Nearby"). Birds are screaming, flowers are splashing tears, and mountains and rivers are worried about locking spring. Tired all over the world, I still languish and sing (Lv Bicheng's "High Balcony"), which means that Yan Yongyan's feet are over the Spring Festival couplets, and the curtain is in the middle. Last year, the dust was cold.
If you want to live in a different pool, try to blend in with the old nest. Also carved beams and algae wells, soft words are uncertain.
Floating fast blows the flower tips, and the green tail and the red shadow are separated. Fang Jing, celery paste is wet.
Love clings to the ground for flying and glory. The red chamber comes home late.
You should be steady in your own fragrance, then forget it and believe in the world. Worried about the damage to Cui Dai's moth, I draw a column alone every day.
Joking about "sorrow" is also called autumn in the heart, which is named after the poet's poem "Where to synthesize sorrow and leave autumn in the heart". I was born in a "poor family", and there is a poem saying: "The festival is clear, the peaches and plums laugh, and Noda is desolate."
And when appearing in public, the ceremony is extremely simple and never pays attention to it. "Look at it, and add new worries from now on." Worried about being tall, about 3,000 feet. There is a poem to prove it: "White hair is three thousands of feet, and sorrow is like a long beard."
Worry has a slim figure, otherwise how can the poet say "endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow"! Although sorrow is slim, even like a gust of wind can blow it away, but the population density of sorrow is large, "one inch of sorrow is tender", and even "leisure sorrow is like the bright moon". As the saying goes, "worry" is worse. If it is really at that time, "I am afraid that the ship is sailing in Shuangliu" will not carry much worry! Trouble comes and goes quickly, like running water.
Li Yu, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, once praised it and said, "How much sorrow can there be? Just like a river flowing eastward. " Ye Xie, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, also said: "A guest's heart is like water, and it is easy to return to the boat and move with the current."
It seems so. The voice of sorrow can also be called "Wan Zhuan", as evidenced by a poem: "A bird watching calls for a melodious dream, and a mountain across the water provides Wan Zhuan with sorrow."
Trouble is still relatively resilient, it is tenacious, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, and it is biased towards the tiger mountain. You want to drown your sorrows in wine, but it's just "raising a glass to drown your sorrows."
There is another worry. Cut it again and again if you want, but it will be more chaotic in the end. "Cutting it again and again is a departure from worry."
6. Use the word "fall" in the five-character quatrains
Meng Haoran: Xiao Chun
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken?
Yuan Zhen: Palace
In the empty and desolate old palace, there is only the lonely brilliant red of Hua Gong.
Several white-haired footmen were sitting around talking about the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
Zhang Hu: He Manzi
A maid-in-waiting lived 1000 miles away from home for twenty years.
However, ask her for this song and use the first few words of this song to see how she tries to hold back her tears.
W: Autumn night sends a message to autumn.
When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems.
I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.
The above poem is a five-character quatrain. I don't quite understand why you must find those five quatrains. In fact, there are many falling poems in the five laws, seven laws, seven unique poems and ancient poems, which are very easy to find. A * * *, only 20 words, it is not easy to find a poem containing a certain word, so objectively there are not so many words. Then I will present an ancient poem of five laws, seven unique poems, seven laws and falling objects for reference only. There are also some missing characters in Song of Eternal Sorrow and Pipa Travel. The original poem is too long. Go and see for yourself.
mei yao chen
Travel in Lushan Mountain
In the early morning, the rolling Lushan Mountain, with thousands of peaks competing and beautiful, is spectacular, which just caters to my interest in natural scenery.
Along the way, the mountain range in front of me is constantly changing, and a person is immersed in the winding and deep wild road, but forgets where to go.
The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains look more silent and empty, the silly bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream.
I can't see any buildings or smoke, so I can't help wondering if there are people living in the mountains. Just then, I suddenly heard a crow crowing on the distant mountain.
Zhang Ji: Night parking near Fengqiao.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Cen Can: Early Audience of Guangming Palace and Jia Zhisi's Poems.
Fifth, the rooster crows more, and the dawn of Kyoto Road is slightly cold; The orioles are singing, and Chang 'an is full of spring.
The bell has rung and the palace has been opened; Jade steps, former guard of honor, surrounded by officials.
The morning star falls, and the flower diameter meets the guards of the saber; The willow branches kissed the flag and a drop of dew got wet.
Only Wang, the calligrapher Jia Zhi, wrote poems in praise; His poems are too high and low to sing.
Du Fu: A Beautiful Woman
Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.
She told me that she came from a good family and now she is humble to the dust.
When the problem appeared in the customs area, her brother and close relatives were killed.
What's the use of them in high positions, they can't even protect their own lives? .
The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle.
Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade.
When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side.
All he can see is the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love!
The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.
Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof.
She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers.
She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo.