The scenery is clear, bright and radiant.
Hongcheng loves water, in Pan.
Whitehead fisherman, Xinhua makeup artist.
Looking at strangers, you can't talk.
Scenery floating on the grass (Chen Hu)
Xiangfa Wang Suncao, spring is a gentleman's wind. The light was low and the shadows scattered in the sun.
Move the apple gently and turn to the apple string gently. Smoke poured into the green fields and the sky was clear in the distance.
The pan-colored pool is charming, fragrant and prosperous. No one in Qinghui doesn't like it.
Re-titled Zheng Dongting (Du Fu)
Huating is green, and autumn is chaotic. Rocky mountain trees collapse, clear ripples drag water clothes.
Purple scales jump to the shore, and the pale falcon protects the nest. Looking for a way at dusk, the remnant clouds fly beside the horse.
2. About writing autumn sounds, autumn colors, Qiu Si's poems, autumn sounds, Bai Juyi's zaqu, ditty, new words, fresh palaces, autumn sounds and fragile orchestral strings.
Wise to a thousand years old, like this year. Su Xiang Fen, the north wind blows white clouds, and Wan Li crosses the river.
When the mood falls, the autumn sound can't be heard. One hundred untitled poems in Qian Qi's "Jiang Xing" (written by Xie Qian) are sleeping soundly. Ye Zhou is light, and the wind is light and the waves are not stormy.
Let the reed bank, autumn sounds all night. Bai Juyi stayed alone in the early autumn, with cool leaves and the sound of autumn in the neighboring pestle.
A person sleeps under the eaves and sleeps in half a bed. Bai Juyi's ditty, two new words, a palace with fresh colors, and a crisp orchestral sound in autumn.
Wise to a thousand years old, like this year. Liu Yanshi beginning of autumn quit filariasis this morning, and ShangBiao was already surprised.
Clouds gather summer colors and autumn leaves move. Yin Yaofan's "Two Songs on the River" is in Cangzhou color, and the sound of Qiuyu Gorge is long.
It was because of the river last month that I felt Xunyang. Pi Rixiu and Lu Wangfeng wrote three autumn poems on the river, named after the waves.
If the headwind is still there, if you can't be sentimental. Xie Qian's river trip is unnamed. A hundred songs sleep well, the boat is light, the wind is small and the waves are not stormy.
Living on the reed bank, autumn sounds all night. The lyrics of Xue Neng's Zaqu Yang Liuzhi Luoqiao Sunny Shadows River boats, and the autumn sound of Qiangdi is wet and smoky.
I'm going to have an office dinner in the pool, and the water is setting. Liu Yuxi boarded the Qinghui Building, Xunyang River was full of colorful tides, and Li Pengqiu Yan sent it.
Seeing Lushan Mountain in the south was a great success. Bai Juyi used to live on the far wall, and the sound of autumn insects was winding, and the new shadow on the eaves was low.
The curtain of the bed is half broken, and it's still cold early and late. In Duane County, there are occasionally two Qiu Ge songs, both of which are stirred by centrifugation, with deep dreams and deep rain.
Since the big leaves on the steps, why should we mourn? Snow can fold ten willows, Luoqiao clear shadow covers the river boat, Qiangdi autumn sound wet smoke.
I'm going to have an office dinner in the pool, and the water is setting. The golden locks on the three doors of the Huaqing Palace in Cuilu, the sound of sunset and autumn on the waterfront.
The red leaves are cold and silent, the wet clouds are like dreams, and the rain is like dust. Cao Ye listens to Liu Zunshi playing the piano. He used to listen to cicadas in the clear sea alone and spring scenery in the empty night.
Unlike the quiet place of Zhaitang, the autumn sound grows on the seven strings. The night scene of Jinling in Gaochan, accompanied by the clouds returning to the evening, is still accompanied by the sunset.
There are infinite painters in the world, and a piece of sadness can't be painted. Li Zhong is lazy in singing birds in secluded paths and endures stepping on moss.
Unlike listening behind closed doors, autumn sounds rain into the porch. Shen Bin said, "The dusk leaves the altar grass, and the bell rings the autumn sound and enters the temple." .
("Pan Tianxi talks about the ancient view with the same topic" and "Talking about the elegance of the county pavilion") Miracle discovered the autumn Lian Yue tree in Yangdao, and the grass color was all over Tingzhou. Be a guest when you are in trouble, and no one goes upstairs.
Clouds are thin and rainy, and wild Jiujiang flows. To go to the Southern Dynasties, the poets and monks took a break.
Ding Xianzhi crossed the Yangtze River to see the middle stream, and the two sides were empty and bright. Yangzi Post Station is in the open space of the forest, and Runzhou City stands in the mountains opposite it.
At the end of the sea is a dark and quiet sea, and the river surface is chilly from the north wind. I even smell the autumn sound under the wind and leaves.
Han Yi's topic Su Ting (Qian Qi's poems) was in Dongting, especially in the bamboo forest period. In the voice of Ye Qiu, thousands of people took pictures.
The door is quiet and the alley is deep, but the window is too far away and the clock is too late. The guest room is covered with moss, and Yi Yi writes poems.
Ling Huchu said on the 9th that she was pregnant on the 29th, that is, Chongyang, the sky was high and the clouds were pale, and the wild chrysanthemums were yellow. On this recent day, it was mostly in other places.
There are thousands of sunsets, and Qiu Yan and his party. Don't look up to it, lest you break the old man's intestines.
Jiao Ran sent back to the Yangtze River for a light and far battle, and even Gu Ting went. Autumn is full of willows and dusk surrounds the suburbs.
Smoke and water shake, mountains and waters are green. In July, Emperor Shunzong, the Great Sage Yuan Zhen, played three lyrics (Zuo Shi), which made the world sad.
Feather instrument crosses the lane and turns to the city. The color of the tomb is early, and the autumn sound is new.
I don't know how to live forever. Zuyong crossed Quzheng Road to Xiangrong Valley. It was sunny and sunny.
Fine smoke is born in water, and the full moon is in the boat. Tourists on the shore are weaving, and autumn sounds are chaotic.
It's cool to masturbate while traveling. Li Jie looks at Qinchuan, Qinchuan looks at him, and the sunrise is the Oriental Peak.
The weather is fine, and the mountains and water in the distance are clear and clean, so you can see it clearly; Chang' an city is winding and layered. Autumn wind blows, bamboo forests of every household are whispering, and the pine forests of Wuyue Mountain are covered with a layer of cool color.
I have to sigh, it's cold and dew here, so I'd better go back. On autumn nights in Wang Changling and the town, Shi Huai will hurt people with dew, and the mountain breeze will blow cold at night.
Friends and relatives from afar are happy to send clouds. Guo Waiqiu is in a hurry, and the moonlight on the edge of the city is residual.
The lyre is farsighted, and he was shot. Autumn Wang Huazigang birds are not poor, even the mountains are autumn.
Up and down the Huazigang, what a melancholy feeling. Du Fu's Twelve Sorrow Poems are also autumn on the river, and the fire clouds do not move.
There are still brocade trees in Wushan and orioles in the south. One hundred Untitled Poems of the Former Qihe River (by Xie Qian). The autumn water is quiet, and the clouds are high with the setting sun.
Poetry addiction is not my disease, why not suck short hair. Bai Yunfei Shu, don't say goodbye. Today, after the mountain is clear, cicadas and chrysanthemums bloom.
Go upstairs to see autumn scenery, where is the most lovesick? Du Muchang's watchtower in Anqiu leans against the frost tree, but there is not a spark in the mirror.
Autumn is so lofty and boundless, compared with the height of the mountain, the momentum is difficult to distinguish. Cheng Jiangjiangfeng is even more depressed and does not compete with Song Junyi.
A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors. Xiangyi female topic Yuquan creek red leaves drunk autumn colors, Bixi plays night strings.
Good days are no longer possible, and the wind and rain are unbearable. The female post building in central Hunan recites poems, mangroves are drunk in autumn, and Bixi plays the piano at night.
Good days are no longer possible, and the wind and rain are unbearable. Zhao Wei said that the old pavilion is autumn, and beaded embroidery is a teenager.
(For the above, see "Subject-Object Diagram") Wu Zhu and Song Ci's bronze bird prostitute Qiu Xiling are full of green grass, and their strings are urgent. You can't dance with long sleeves, but you are tearful to the wind.
Li Jiayou's zaqu lyrics are unbearable in autumn on the Cangwu River, and Di Zi's soul is broken for thousands of years. Look at the bamboo on the peak, which is covered with ChristianRandPhillips's tears.
* * * Zage, breaking thousands of doors tonight, Qing, Wan Li Tianhe car bottom well. In autumn, the stars shine and the wind chimes ring with frost.
Li Bai accompanied Shi Langshi, assistant minister of the imperial clan's uncle's punishment department, and Jia Sheren, the national scholar, to visit the Dongting five-character poem, looking at the Chu River in the west and not seeing the clouds in the south. In the sunset, Changsha is far in autumn, and I don't know where to hang the Xiang army.
Lulun's eternal words-Taidian clouds faint in late autumn, and Jun gave six palace clothes at the beginning. It's too early for the boat to go home and it's too early to send talented people to fight and kill.
Assistant Minister Wang returned to the town (eight poems by Assistant Minister Wei), stepping lightly on his hometown, and it was bright in autumn scenery at dusk. Old people go to drink and worship at the same time, so they have to wait on middle school students.
Liu Yuxi's Taicheng is nostalgic for the Qingjiang River, where to find the legacy of the Six Dynasties. The palace walls are hidden in the wild, and storks sing in the autumn night.
Li Ti Temple is Dai Qing's former residence. There are thousands of trees on two cliffs, and several feet of ice in a cold spring. Ask Dai Jushi, Wild Smoke autumn scenery is hilly.
Yong, who lives in the suburbs, lives in a poetic courtyard, with red leaves falling and the sound of piano surrounding the dark spring. It's sunny outside and crisp in autumn.
This poem about Xia Yun is written for Wei Wuying on Lishan Mountain.
Swim to Wanfang Mountain and down to the Holy Father, bathing in Huachi with thousands of scenery. Thousands of people ride vilen, and the clouds and trees glow. Frost cutting around the mountain is forbidden, leaving the palace to accumulate green night and leak long. The jade steps are quiet and green.
Pick up poetry
Practice, the moon falls in the pool. To the top, still waiting for the lonely crane period. The pine moon is cold, Yun Qi. A few mountains, looking for thousands of miles. The pond is as clear as a mirror. Precious spiritual goods,
Teng Wang Tingzi Du Fu
Lonely spring mountain road, the king no longer walks. The ancient wall is still bamboo-colored, and the empty pavilion sounds. The yellow bird is cold and cheerless, and the clouds pass. Shangsige blew in, and thousands of riders shone neon.
Twenty-three Poems by Qian Qi in Lantianxi
A hundred medicines are born, and the flowers and leaves are fragrant. It looks like a landscape, but it goes into the bushes. The wind sends mountain bells, and the clouds are light and the wind is light. If you want to know where the sound is, the birds are far away. Walk quietly to the thatched cottage and enter the garden half-way. Sometimes with wine.
Reward Yin Mingzuo and give five clouds of white.
The mountains and rivers are clear and bright. I am surprised to thank Le Kang. I was born with poetry. The forest valley on the chest is full of color, and the clouds gather on the sleeves at dusk. Immortals sigh at this thing, and Qian Shan is lingering. Riding a white deer, floating in the wind, holding Zizhi's hand.
Li Jianxun, two rose poems
A poet can't win glory with others. Jinjiang wind shakes the clouds, and the fairy clothes are fragrant. Facing Lulu, people are crazy black. I had a ten-day holiday and wanted to invite my relatives and guests to have a look.
Send cursive script to Meng Jiao of Lushan Mountain.
Crazy monks don't drink for wine, but write wildly. Keep the book cloud until the peak of Qingming. Black lightning is flying in your hands, like a mysterious spring. Follow the instructions and turn at three lights. Gather books and clouds, wash the inkstone mountain. Suddenly angry
The sense of defense in the mountains
Ran Shan sells books, is addicted to alcohol, and teaches servants on credit. Fishing just in front of the steps, there are clouds on the pillow. The hidden spring flies out of the crevice and the path goes straight to the bridge. Window bamboo didn't smoke bamboo shoots this summer, but Mei Ting tried to spend the same year.
Purple ginseng Song Qianqi
The wind turns to the edge of the tiger stream, and the purple wings turn red. Before the menstrual period, the bayberry leaves have no color, and the fragrance stays in the Lotus Party for a while. Pengshan talented people pity nature, and Bai Yunchun sings new songs. You should know that the fairy flowers are old, the clouds are light and the wind is light, so don't admire peaches.
Ni Jing Shi Si Liyun Commercial Bank
Martingale, the line comes from the west. One day, I got off the horse. At this time, the grass was growing. There are many trees around, and the clouds shine at dusk. At night, flowers fall all over the ground and birds sing. Since Luo recommended it, the mountain bottle can also be opened. Stay alone on the moon,
Shicongmengjiao
Fairy tales have many different abilities. All the sounds are not mixed, and they are very strong at all times. The sun and the moon shine together, and the clouds have their own peaks. I was fascinated by Li Fang for a long time, and I was arrested. It's hard to go back every time you go wild. Embrace moss
Feng Hexing Wei should hold a banquet at Liqiao Mountain Villa.
The cover of Bashuiyu Gate is loose and the door is open. The yellow land in Shi Ping is flat, and the smoke building is half purple. Yunxiaxian Road is near, and Gin is vast and sparsely populated. Trees are thousands of years old, and spring is full of feet. The cliff is deep and refined, and it is ancient and hidden.
From Jinling to Du with Lu Cheng in early spring.
Only those who are far away from home are particularly sensitive to the change of natural phenology. The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving. I saw an oriole flying in the warm air and the clear light turned green. Suddenly I heard that simple melody you sang, which made people cry.
The play presented Zhang Wudi with three poems by Wang Wei.
It's so clean that the vegetables are dusted off. Today, I am wavering, thinking that Ding eats people. Home is at the foot of Nanshan, and it's dying. When you enter a bird, don't mess with the other person. You are blind when you see wild animals. Xia Yun became a companion, and his clothes and towels were empty. What is a husband?
Suddenly, I am not poor. I am glad that Lu Tong's book boat belongs to Luo Mengjiao.
Back, the good news reached the village. I want to collect firewood. My nest is empty. The lower part is not invaded by dust, and the upper part is cloudy. The sun and the moon are more locked, and morality is distinct. I don't want to be empty, but I hope to work hard. Reality and emptiness are two reasons,
4. Poems about Grass Poems about Grass: The grass on the tree, Li Bai, a bird with the title of Noda Grass, strayed into the dead mulberry.
The ground is not so easy to be uprooted and rooted in the soil, and it will not die in spring. Although the vegetation is ruthless, because mutual dependence can still exist.
Why do leaves and leaves on the same tree have different fates? Li Bai, who saw the Chinese Pulsatilla in the weeds, got drunk and went to the Tianjia wilderness to sing.
In the grass, there are Chinese Pulsatilla. Fold the mirror, and everything will decline with the temples.
Slightly fragrant like a slap in the face, I hate the east wind. Chang Xin Cao (a long letter to the palace, a song to express resentment) Cui Chang Xin Gong Cao is sad every year.
Therefore, the invasion of beads does not make jade step away. The Spring Grass Palace yearns for the invisible king of Liu Changqing, and the fragrant grass is the spring scenery of the old palace.
Or use the color of the skirt, green to show the Chu people. Provincial experimenters entered Liang Zhong Wudongheng Chuncao, where there is Cao Ling and a stream nearby.
This is a mess of raspberry moss color, but it is still fragrant. It is called a far scholar, and it is held to serve the Ming king.
North Que Yan lives close, and Nanshan lives longer. Gold paste is wonderful, stone marrow is not good.
Touch a drop and you won't die. Weeding rhododendron is harmful to people, so why bother to repair it?
Its poison is very stinging, and its abundance is countless. Walking in front of the forest in the morning, the river color is still there.
How can I stay in the high autumn when the thorn pierces my eyes? When the frost is wet, it is difficult for the leaves to stay.
Lotus hoe is naive and still begging. Turn to the middle of the water, is it like a fishing boat?
Stubborn roots grow easily, and dare to make them higher. I feel more relaxed and quiet because of the wide obstacles.
You can't be embarrassed, and you can't believe in illness. The grass in the court is cold and blue at the beginning, and it comes into sight in spring.
Old leaves are raised low, and new leaves are heavy. You should go into battle lightly, and there will be repeated confessions when there is a banquet.
Look at the flowers with the order of the festival, and dare not be strong. Jiang Chuchun sent the judge Lu Huangfu Ranjiang and Hehe.
Miscellaneous weeds are constant, they want to live. Far away in the sky, leisurely, the rain is deep and the smoke is shallow.
Look embarrassed, worry increases, but the pace is slow and embarrassing. Li Pu Xi Xiang Bin, Si Fujun Xi sent beautiful women.
Chu Xiang Road, Xi, Wu Zhou District, far away from the isolated city, Yi Xi defends alone. When the new moon can separate the dew, the setting sun shines in the sky.
Ask what you want, it's too late to drown in the whirlwind. Tingzhou is full of grass, and Wang Sun is willing to read Home Returning Day.
Dongfeng Pavilion is endowed with a cold current grass. Tourists can't get tired of seeing the grass beside Dongli Creek. Yu Fang is old in a secluded place and looks cold in a dark color.
Fortunately, I am very satisfied with my feelings and have not been rewarded with green. Chuncao rumor Gu Kuang Chuncao didn't understand the lines, so he took people to the east.
January and February are full of colors, and Wan Li is thousands of miles away. It was endowed with the grass of the royal garden. In the shady imperial garden, Yao grass has long sunshine.
Dysprosium contains smoke, and there is a faint sunset. The rain is denser and the wind is warm and fragrant.
Hold the edge of the staff and ride into the chapter. Wet smoke can't shake, and the fine shadow is messy.
If you are always afraid that it is too late, who can tell the difference? Caocao, caozhang.
Discount, look. Being born everywhere will make people old.
The golden palace is made of jade, and the ancient road is deserted. Qingqing is thousands of miles away. It's early spring.
Every time the north and the south leave, they pour things one by one. I am a mountain man, chatting with Wang.
Longchi Spring Grass Chen Yi Youth Guangfeng Garden, fine grass all over Longchi. Qu Zhu crossed the apple leaves and went back to the pond to provoke willow branches.
The wind blew and I tried to leave the shore. The ribbon golden dike is quiet, and the shade is connected with Yushu.
The sun is floating and the waves are moving unevenly. Whether it is farther than life, Fang Xin doesn't know.
Hu Ling's "xianggong" saw what the new orchid was, and ordered Liu Yuxi to be the grass in front of the national court and move it to Xunzi in Hanshui. Although Zhumen is different, Yushu is cloudy.
Brilliant colors condense and spread, and the fragrance never returns. Guanghua juvenile Pei has a soft heart.
Cherish the night in Philip Burkart and enjoy the solitude in the air. Those who send a message to know each other play the piano in the wind.
The scenery of the province is floating on the grass. Liu Yuxi is bustling with beautiful spring scenery and lush green grass. The calendar is chaotic and fresh, and each has its own shortcomings.
At first glance, I suspect that I am in cotton and have a little money. The shadow breaks through Lambert, and the fragrance turns to clusters.
The smoke is colorful and dewy. Fortunately, due to the adoption date, this is Fang's era.
Say goodbye to Bai Juyi's ancient grass, the boundless grass on the plain, which comes and goes with the four seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Grass in the tree Zhang Hu Grass in the tree is not dangerous to support its roots. Grass grows a tree but dies. You can know glory and death.
Hurt grass like a guest, die first every year. There is no reason to accompany the flowers, just because of the wind for the time being.
Grass in the yard Cao Ye The grass in the yard is very shallow, and nature has done nothing. I dare not complain about the spring breeze.
In the residual rain south of the abandoned garden wall in Ye Luo, the color of robes is velvet. The faint fragrance secretly stirs the footsteps of tourists, and far green is the only way.
The three Chu people hate their guts, and it's hard to meet them outside the gate of Wuhou. Every year, there is a spring breeze with 10,000 wheels.
In Tianjie on the banks of Qujiang River, there are many chariots and horses in both places. Unlike seeing you in Nanpu, half and half.
Enjoy spring (one is fragrant grass and the other is a spring outing). The fragrant grass in Ye Luo is warmer and greener, and the road to leisure is temporary. Check human affairs every year, only the spring breeze does not love the world.
Don Yan Qian, Chuncao, entered the pond with his dream, but he was not in Jingu. The green wind blows all over the world year after year.
Spring grass Tang Yanqian went around the roadside from north to south, and there were roots everywhere. Growing up is always a heartless thing, and it has been blowing for another year.
Spring grass in Qujiang is in the valley, flowers fall on the river bank, smoke is warm, and the color of rain and grass is far away. Don't roll the incense wheel until it is green, and leave it to the sad people to get drunk.
During my five or five years in Guanghua, I publicly visited the province to test Cao Chun's green poetry. The title is Zheng Gu Changhong's new work "Blood Stains", which covers the riverside. If you want to find a flower path, you must be fascinated by Cui people.
The window screens meet and build by laying bricks or stones, which is beautiful in jade. The sky borrows a new sunny color, and the clouds bypass the sunset and spring.
Grass and Wu Rong can't be dyed, and painting can't be obtained. When Changhong was alive, there should be no such color.
Spring grass is green, the east wind blows, and the grass is new in color. Thousands of miles in depth, fighting for a spring.
The tender leaves are in the smoke, and the fragrance moves to the shore. On the golden pool lighting day, the road is fragrant dust.
How wide is the contribution of nature? Yang and force are self-balanced. Today, when it happens, I sincerely wish it a wonderful day.
Spring grass is blue, Yin Wengui's fine grass is blue and sad, and there are thousands of faces in Nanpubin. Growing up is like hating farewell, and growing up hurts spring.
Rain smoke is China Resources, and the sunset is fine and even. Flowers are sticky and colorful, and people win with softness.
The shallow reflection reflects the water in the palace pool and faintly covers the dust on the road. Du Hui, if you can get married, swear to pay your debts.
Grass Xu Yin waste garden wasteland is covered with green moss, and it is hard to open a long letter and hate. Gusu elk eats and thinks about food, whether the prince and grandson of Chuze will come or not.
The color is tender like dyed blue juice, and the leaves are cut like scissors. After Zhao Yan's death, celebrities came forth in large numbers, and Guo Kuitai remained immortal.
Xu Yin, a roadside grass, made a ceremony in Qinyuan Bay, Li Ping, who taught the roots to the roadside. Bare-hoofed embroidered hub looks like a platform, but it is not glorious when it is glorious.
Spring grass and fragrant grass are not only full of pools, but also sweet words in dreams. The spring breeze has enough power to reach the ancient city wall.
Grass Su Zheng, sympathy for fatigue, dedication. Every year, I help the world. I plant the noble and the humble.
Because there are many grasses, everyone who wants to pick them knows. If the branches are gods, how can the daughter be straight?
Raw grass is not a crude drug, so it can't show virtue. Crude drugs don't grow grass, so there's no way.
5. Wang Wei's landscape poem Chai Lu.
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.
Wang Wei, Bird Watching Creek
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.
Zhu wangwei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Wang Wei, a mountain dweller in autumn
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Meng Haoran, passing by the old people's village
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.
Look at Li Bai's Lushan Waterfall
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.
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.
Too many. Remember the song above.