I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. Su Shi, the head of Shuidiao Song, was drunk in the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he wrote this article.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. Turn to Zhuge, humble household, don't sleep, there should be no hate, why always say goodbye? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery! 4 Yong Yule Su Shi Pengcheng stayed at the Yanzilou overnight, which is what he dreamed of. The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite.
Jumping fish in a curved harbor, lotus dew in a round place, but not alone. On the three drums, one leaf is loud and the dark dream cloud is broken.
The night is boundless, and I can't find a place. I feel that I have traveled all over the small garden. Tired of tourists from the ends of the earth, I returned to my home in the mountains and looked at my hometown.
The swallow house is empty, where there is beauty, the swallow in the empty lock house. Ancient and modern dreams, but there are old joys and new grievances.
At different times, the night view of the Huang family is a sigh of Yu Hao. 5 Too often lead Xin Qiji to build a healthy mid-autumn night, and give Lu a round of autumn shadows into golden waves, flying mirrors and grinding again.
Asked about Heng E wine, was cheated by white hair! Take the wind, go up to Wan Li and look down at the mountains and rivers. Going to Guangxi, human nature is clearer! 6 Yulan soothes Xin Qiji's drinking in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he will have a Dan. The guest said that the previous poems have given the moon, but not the moon, because he used the "Tian Wen" style.
Cherish this evening and the moon, where to wander? There is another world. I'll meet you there, East of Light and Shadow. Is it sweat all over the sky, but Changfeng and Hao Hao send Mid-Autumn Festival? It is like a mirror that flies to the sky, but it won't fall off. Who tied it with an invisible long rope? Chang 'e in the Moon Palace is still unmarried. Who kept her? I heard that the moon swam across the bottom of the sea, but I can't see why. This is an unpredictable thing, but also a worrying and terrible thing.
I'm afraid that the whale in the sea will hit the Jade Palace and Qionglou in the Moon Palace. So the frog can take a bath and ask Yunhe and Yutu to solve the ups and downs. If all this is safe, why does it gradually become a link? Drinking the bright moon alone Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart to fold his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.
The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.
Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon.
The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors. Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate.
Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river. A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules. Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world.
Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi. Poor night ChanJuan shadow, facing five waiting for residual wine.
Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky.
Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, dreaming of Meng Haoran in the autumn night, hanging under the moon in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.
Mid-Autumn Festival in Lu Guimeng and other months, first frost lost late, the wind is like a good season. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant.
I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon?
Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask words, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold. The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk.
Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud. The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn.
On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and his feelings were between the fairy houses in the clear autumn. Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water. A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.
Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar. Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold.
Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose. It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.
In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu turned to court in ten rounds, and tonight she took people to the corner alone. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15th the year before last, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
On the night of August 15th, there was a full moon in Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu and laurel seeds, and new discoveries were made in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.
Look at the moon and children in Mid-Autumn Festival. Su Shi's bright moon is not high in the mountains, but red in thousands of feet. A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered.
Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River. Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran.
Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale. Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold.
Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights. The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board.
Did Bo * (left wind and right wind) return before the green fluorescence disappeared and turned to the mountain? The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it calls for wine when it comes back.
2. Water chestnut poems: picking lotus and bending beams, Xiaogang in Jian Wendi, leaving the sky in the sunset.
Pick the lotus and inherit the glory. It is difficult to roll up the lake.
Many lotus seeds are picked without dilution. Shake hibiscus.
The ship moved the egret away. Lotus flowers twined around her wrist.
The water chestnut pulls the clothes far away. Palace word Tang Wang fish algae palace lock cui moths, the first emperor didn't go there.
Now there is no brocade on the bottom of the pool, and water chestnuts and chicken heads are piling up. In late spring and early summer, I wandered in Jiangguo. Two poems, Tang Bai Juyi, strolled out, rode lightly, and walked slowly on soft sand.
Look at the fish near Songpu and the bamboo entering Yang's house. The forest breaks through the fence and the bamboo shoots and vines fall into the water.
The fishing boat buried in the rain is small, and the flag of wind and wine is inclined. Tender peeled water chestnut, fried white tea buds.
I don't know that dusk has stayed for a long time, and the trees in the city want to live in crows. There is also a moon in the small courtyard, a moon in Bai Juyi's small courtyard in the Tang Dynasty, and flowers in the small courtyard.
Poor scenery, do not understand poor families. The water chestnut embraces the spring, and the valley wipes the pipa.
Red gauze believes in hand dancing, and purple gauze sings at will. Country songs and ballroom dancing were praised by the guests.
But if you ask if you are happy, there will be more bells and drums. The guest told me that he would come back at dusk, and the master said that it would not be sunny.
Stay with me a little deeper, I want to meet Zhu. The customer knows that the idea is rough and the score is added casually.
The candle in the hall is not held, and the crown has risen. Short tea in the left hand, small green moths in the right hand.
Kneel long and thank your guests. Old Peng Men has seen them. I had a good time when the guests were away, and I was drunk and sang alone.
Curtain the sun and the building, who can resist Liuling River? Ninety-eight poems about immortals in Tang and Cao, temporarily wandering with Bo, drinking deer because of crossing the green water head.
The palace is lonely, and the water chestnut is full of autumn. Er Yunzi hoped for the five wonders at the bottom of the lake, and told Hushan that he wanted to buy hate and had no money, so he made a jade plate.
Water chestnut's head should be tired, and crabs stab horses' cheeks more frequently. Song Chen, a friend of Huai Sanshan, said goodbye before spring, and there was no poem after illness.
Green water chestnut, red should be ripe litchi. The fish was hot at the party, but the wind was late for the guests.
This is a nightmare, and the email is negative. Then rhyme Yang Zai's seven songs, Song Chenzao, thinking of water chestnut and asking the head of a chicken, and put the Lotus House in early autumn.
I'm thirsty and tired of the substrate, so I shouldn't catch the stream. Three years ago, I tried to take my children through Kobayashi in Tokyo and win the battle. I can camp in the villa, but I can't go home in pairs. To my disappointment, the year before last, when Song set foot in the sunset, Zeng Busong set up a thatched cottage in the shade.
I just swallowed my dream, but I have no money to buy a snowdrift villa. The water chestnut was picked frequently, and Yangmei tasted it again.
Things are not as good as living in the nineteenth place, and we often envy fishing lang. I told you to stay up late and go on a trip to Zicheng Song and Lu. This body is really an official prisoner. I hate to see the sky flowing in the red sun.
There are thousands of snows in the mountains on the wall, and the new geese fan for a while. It is difficult to find a Taihua tour by tying a boat, but a dream is clear.
Water chestnut lotus root silk still hates less, and it is strong to carry jade to drunk tall buildings. The recluse drama was given to the neighboring Song Dynasty and Song Dynasty, which he borrowed from Yuanding in his next year. If he falls, it would be very grateful.
Although there is no pot of wine to sing, it is good to have a book pillow. The sound of the city is silent, and the rut sweeps away the empty body and turns to leisure.
The leaves of the sunflower didn't spit out their nails, the durian house with heavy dew was smashed first, the scarlet water chestnut was covered with water, and the rotten purple peach hung up again. Avoid the world with Tibetan customs, and don't harm tea to call neighbors.
The rustling chickens and dogs are at the door at night, with feasts and bright windows. I advise you not to talk too much, because your life is like silk.
Forty-one turquoise puning lotus leaves are like mirrors and water chestnuts are like cones. The wind blows catkins, and the rain beats pears and butterflies.
Sing three more recommended evening cups, and the poem will not be urged by the clouds. "Green Skirt" is about "Ming Xi". Go to the west wing to see the moon.
Inclined Road In Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi met Dainan Road, and several families were far away from Beishancen. The yellow flowers of butterflies come late, and the dark green of dragonflies.
Nangezi (Lake View) The ancient shore of Su Shi in Song Dynasty opened green cymbals, and the new canal took the blue stream. I will visit all the buildings.
I remember that he helped to build roads and entered Xizhou. It's rainy in the solar terms, and I send Ye Zhou for the rest of my life.
Only water chestnut and chicken head. Partridge Day Song Xiang Ziyin Xianglin lay in Kajian Qingjiang River, which is the former residence of Yang Zundao Guanglu.
Yesterday, Mr. Wen 'an was free, and the bamboo billiards hall was very similar. His descendants traveled with the Soviet Union and the valley.
The so-called Baihuazhou, named after Dongpo, tastes like a quatrain to regulate its affairs. After the play, its sound is wide, so it is a word cloud) Qingjiang, Luoyang, Mo Wen.
Mountains and forests are always fragrant. These two families occupied the southwest, but the previous families were all surnamed Yang.
Stone as a pillow, drunk as a hometown. The pond is full of lotus water chestnuts.
After crossing the newly opened lake in Gaoyou, it began to rain lightly, chanting that Yang Ji Hong had fallen to the west bank and the foot of the rain flew obliquely to the gull heron. Painting is being done every day on the boat, and the lotus leaves and lotus flowers are constantly fragrant.
The old man at the bow must be a foot long, measuring water chestnuts to sell fish. Children can parade around the city and swing around. There is no need to read smarter.
3. Poems about love writing 1. Red bean (Wang Wei)
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
2. Untitled (Li Shangyin)
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
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.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
3. Jiang (Su Shi)
Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. [ 1]
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the heartbreak will break every year.
Moonlight night, short matsuoka.
4. Mao Feng (land trip)
Keywords red crisp hand, Huangteng wine,
Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city.
East wind evil, thin heart,
A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.
No, no, no!
Spring is still old, and people are empty and thin.
Tears flooded her face.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion.
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo, Mo, Mo!
5. Hairstyle (Tang Wan)
The world is cold and human feelings are evil,
Rain makes flowers fall easily at dusk.
The breeze is dry and the tears are residual.
If you have to worry, just say it alone.
Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday,
A sick soul is often like a thousand ropes.
The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy.
I am afraid that others will ask questions, and I cry with joy.
Hide. Hide. Hide.
6. Nineteen ancient poems
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.
Skillful hands, make a loom.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
What's the difference between a clear river and a shallow one?
Between water and water, there are no words.
4. The poem about colored glass is 1. Most good things are not firm, colored clouds are easy to disperse, and colored glass is fragile. -Bai Juyi "Jian Peijun Yin"
2. Suddenly it looks like water, a pool of thin glass. -Bai Juyi's "Cui 18 New Pool"
The forest in Huangjiagou is very cold with leaves, while the water in Liuli Bi is clean and there is no wind. -Bai Juyi's Pan-Taihu Book
4, a piece of autumn water glazed color, wide and narrow to let the boat return. -Bai Juyi's Longmen Weir Xixi
5, a thousand people donate money, and a thousand craftsmen grind glass. -Cen Can's "Dengqianfo Temple, Dofo Pagoda of Fahua Courtyard of Chu-Jin Zen Master"
6, light red amber, river blue glass. -Cen Can's "Pan-Han River has fresh children"
7. If you make a glass bowl, Wang Huai adds Dan by mistake. -Cen Can's Elegy of the King
8. There is no axe sound in the glazed palace, and the stone is accompanied by the old monk. -Chen Tao's "Double Guiyong"
9. Cui's glass exhibition is like a standing and fluttering Sichuan woman. -Cao Xun's "Eight Tones Harmony"
10, the glass floor is red, the sky is falling, and the sky is scattered. -Chen Biao's Peony in the Temple
1 1, I can't find it in the middle of the night. The glass is the lamp in the temple. -Cao Song's "Crystal rosary"
/kloc-At the beginning of 0/2, James Zhu welcomed the New Year, and the glass was used as a broom to sweep the smoke from the stream. -Cheng's Nine Poems of Willow Branches
13, oblique red willow, Liuli Qingping Bridge. -Ge Zhongsheng's "Xijiang Moon"
14, empty blue bubble soft glass, the cloud is as light as water. -Fang Li Qian's "Xihe"
15, Hailu Penghu, silver star halo, broken glass. -Fan Chenduan's Nian Nu Jiao
5. Poems about the freedom of ships, poems about drifting, make cities and cities as beautiful as Xin 'anjiang.
Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Shen Yue
Talking about visiting the passengers on board as soon as possible,
Izawa Shinji.
This hole is clear and shallow,
There is no winter and spring in the mirror.
Thousands of people write articles about trees,
Take a step further.
Blue waves are sometimes turbid,
Clear economy without exhaustion of body fluid.
If you go by plane,
Overlooking the stone phosphorus.
I'm separated from you,
Might as well fake a towel.
May the water gurgle,
Touch the dust on your tassel.
Jiangshangqu
Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Xie Tiao
It's dusk when spring grass comes out in Yiyang.
The lotus leaf is still in the field, and the water can't pass.
May Zi sink into the Guangxi boat and travel on Wan Li Road at the same time.
Thousands of miles apart, Guizhou has made up.
The mausoleum can be taken from the river, and the southern Chu can be sung in the Qing Dynasty.
Tishu town
Year: Tang author:
If his fame is as good as Yan's, he is going to take the boat to Dongting.
I'm not drunk because Liuye Lake is so good to me.
Huanxisha
Year: Tang author:
Drunk memories of the lonely building in Chunshan,
At dusk, the distant hills are gathering.
The waves are weak. Go back to the boat.
I've been out for a long time,
Can be comparable to parting and autumn.
It's hard to worry about the evening breeze and the setting sun.
Jiang shangyin
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
On Mulan's boat, pipes are blown at both ends of the boat.
There are thousands of guests in the wine, and prostitutes go with the flow.
The immortal in the Yellow Crane Tower is still waiting for the Yellow Crane to leave, but I have no heart to swim with Bai Ou on foot this time.
Qu Ping's Ci hangs the sun and the moon, and Chu Wang's pavilion is empty.
As soon as I was happy, I put pen to paper and shook the five mountains. After the poem was written, the sound of Xiao Ao, Xiao Ao, went straight into the sea.
If fame and wealth can be used in the Han River, I am afraid that the northwest will be fought back by the northwest.
Old fisherman
Date: Tang Author: Li Yu
A spring breeze and a boat,
A ribbon and a light hook.
Flowers are full of Zhu, wine is full of Europe,
Freedom in the waves.
Sent back to Pei Langzhong and demoted to Jizhou.
Year: Tang Author: Liu Changqing
Apes crow at the end of the river, and people hurt themselves.
As a courtier, you are farther away, and Li is lonely.
24 poems
Year: Tang Author: Si Kongtu
The trickle is gone, and there is a stream under it. Clear snow is full of bamboo, and fishing boats are separated by streams.
Lovely as jade, walking, looking forward to stopping, empty and blue, you can find seclusion.
It is too late to accept the difference between the past and the present. Like the dawn of the moon, like the autumn of gas.
Zaomei store
Year: Song Author: liuyong
Hai Xia is red and green, with mountains and smoke.
The scenery of the old capital is prosperous.
Draw halberds at the gate and descend to Wanjing.
The gold pagodas lean against each other.
Hepu, Tingzhou, Liu Yang,
Reflecting the reflection of Hongqiao, Lanzhou flies.
Tourists gather and disperse in the lake.
In the Han and Yuan Dynasties, since the conquest of Lu, you were a military commander.
Tired of raising the curtain for a long time, I returned to my hometown in the prime of my life.
Zhai Ling went to court less, and the banquet hall was more joyful, and it was not a week.
I'm afraid of the royal family. I want to learn and make suggestions.
Yueyang late sleeper
Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu
I smell the bells of Yueyang city, and I am rowing under the trees in Yueyang city.
Look at the bright moon in Jiang Lai, with boundless clouds and water.
In the middle of the night, Jiang Yue found Hui, and the water man song month returned;
I haven't heard the sound for a long time, and the canoe flies away.
The feeling of red calyx in Penglai pavilion
Year: Song Author:
The steps are deep, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the snow is not exhausted.
Keywords Jianqu dry tobacco, Maolin tobacco,
Pitch is eternal.
In his later years, he drifted away,
Who wants me to carry the five lakes boat together?
Gu Song is tilted, the cliff is covered with old moss, and there is a clear sadness.
Looking back at the cliff, dreaming,
A few souls flew to xipu, and tears spilled over Dongzhou.
The mountains and rivers of the old country, the mind of the old garden,
This is the stairs that Wang Li may climb.
Worst of all, Qin Huan's cosmetic mirror,
Great rivers and mountains, why swim at this time!
In order to call the crazy song old prison, Fu Pin was in a hurry.
In and out.
Year: Tang author:
Yan Ming went down to Dongyang, returned to the boat and entered the village.
The green hills are endless, and the green waters have nowhere to go.
The atmosphere in autumn is still wet, and the river wind in the evening is even colder.
It's still raining in Shan Mei, and orange is an unknown frost.
Thank you for your hospitality. Gong Lin won't forget it.
The more humiliating the better, the better when reading.
homesickness
Year: Tang Author: Xue Tao
Mount Emei is like oil in water, but the heart is not tied to a boat.
When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.
6. What are the poems about "boating on the lake"? 1, glass sweat boated in, and the things were wonderful and worrying.
I don't know how to swallow a whale. What is evil wind and white waves? Du Fu's Journey to North Pi
If you believe what I have done, it will hurt to go boating. Can be a mainstay, can float in Lvliang. Yang Jiong's "Martial Arts"
3, boating, a rising tide lifts all boats, this is the shade of Maxiang. "Wei wine sacrifice soup was also seen in Beixi Village, Longmen" Author: Zhang said
4, the dew is clear and wet for a long time, and the clouds are thin. Rowing is a disgrace to a little woman, and drifting is a loss of beauty. Du Fu's Grass Pavilion
5, boating across Hong Tao, blame Peter East Road. Gu Zhan's love for the city led to internal injuries. Give a White Horse to Wang Biao by Cao Zhi.
6. Rowing in the river. The world is short of water. The waves in the sky suddenly opened. There are thousands of counties and cities. Wang Wei's Crossing the River to Qinghe Zuo Zuo
7. "Spring Boat".
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Children don't laugh, they are all old people, and the lake and the sea are rejuvenated.
A thunderous, earth-shattering, earth-shaking Hong Jun.
The scales and streams are colored, and the willows shake the dust.
I wanted to go to Lanting, but I went back. I smiled and finally felt ashamed.
8,' boating in the Yuan system according to the old'.
Year: Song Author: Li
The boat took me there and my life was carefree.
The trees are endless, and the riverside is endless.
Ruan is a wine companion and is immortal.
Solo, harmony, romantic before Jin Dynasty.
9,' died of illness and went boating for relatives and friends'.
Year: Song Author: Wu Fu
Screen trace mountains, surrounded by trees.
I am glad that the bamboo was born on the shore of the lake, and I love the lotus more.
With a stick, you can see your old eyes clearly, and the boat is still fidgety with joy.
Although I don't have any good ideas after my illness, why not try improvising?