Author: Li Bai
Ruan Ji, the satrap, rode a donkey to Dongping. Chop bamboo for ten days and weather it once.
I brush my clothes occasionally. Who will test my master's condition? Master Li Susong knows the ancient city by floating clouds.
Sweeping the floor is rough, and grass is everywhere in Qiu Lai. Birds returned to their nests and people began to farm.
No matter how humiliating you are, you won't lose Tao Yuanming. I have known it for thousands of years, but I have hidden the name of my two saints.
Wei Shaofu's courseware "Looking for Pine Nuts"
Author: Du Fu
Falling from a group of non-beech willows, it is green and immortal.
If you want to keep the old cover for thousands of years, you must plant a few inches as frost roots.
Gu Song of Tieliugou Temple
Author: Bai Juyi
Tobacco leaves are blue and white, and Zi Long scales are peeled by frost.
I wonder how many people write poems when I am old and look at the dust wall.
The title of Xi in front of the Temple of Love
Author: Bai Juyi
Long pine trees on the cliff invaded Xiaoshixi. Static will flow, high * * far peak qi.
The smoke cage with green cover is dense, and the snow in the flower building is low. Sitting in the clear shadow with the monk, leaning on the crane to stabilize the branches.
It is difficult to write with a pen, and it is easy to get lost with a piano. In summer, the wind blows, and the dew is sad on a sunny night.
If you are alone, just walk around. Stop picking pillars and stay with you.
Song Ting
Author: Bai Juyi
What's under the hall? Ten pine trees are my grade. Wireless in chaos, competition is not unified.
The tall one is three feet long and the low one is ten feet low. Like wild animals, I don't know who planted them.
Behind it is the blue tile house, which bears the white sand terrace. There is wind and moon in the morning, and there is no dust and mud.
Autumn is sparse and summer is cool and gloomy. In spring, it rains deeply and leaves are full of pearls.
On a snowy day at the end of the year, the branches are covered with jade. The four seasons are interesting, and Qianshu is not their friend.
I bought this house last year. Many people bought it? . For a family of twenty people, the transfer will be more relaxed.
There is nothing to gain by moving here, but you should worry. That is, this is a good friend, and talents should be produced.
Call me a layman, with dust in my crown. I always feel ashamed not to call it Matsuzaka.
Song (surname)
Author: Lu Jian
Snow and frost know strength, which is famous in ancient times. Broken clothes are far away, and sparse forests cover them.
What color does the crane inhabit? The old monk sounds. A gloomy heart is long, smoke is high, and thousands of wells are born.
Spring pine in the Forbidden City
Author: Lu Zhi
The shade is clear and forbidden, and Man Chun pine is green. The rain and dew are closer, and the sunshine and color are stronger.
High branches tell the day, and Zhong Bai blows at night. Incense helps the furnace smoke far away, and the shadow is heavy.
May you live a long life and not envy five seals. If you can return to heaven as soon as possible, you will win the old Bifeng.
Pinsong
Author: Meng Jiao
For Xie Lingyun, chasing is not allowed to be blocked. Even holes and faces are not as loose as this.
This pine sky is high, and there are thousands of differences. Catch? A child prodigy breaks the peak of a few parties.
Break the wind and rain, grasp? Finger claws? . It is difficult to embrace the heart when entering the Tao, and students are easy to fall behind.
Count the immortals from time to time, and roll a dragon. The game is exciting when the waves shine.
Pinsonggao, female singer? . Appreciating differences is still valuable. Who can tolerate this potential?
The famous SARS is true, and so are the abandoned disciples. Carve elegant prose, so I dare not be careless.
Gu Song.
Author: Miracle
Lightning does not dare to cut, and the scale is infinite. A moth puts out a fire and shines a withered knot, while a snake enters a rotten root dish.
The shadow soaks in the monk Zen, and the sound blows the crane Meng Han. On an ordinary stormy night, there should be ghosts and gods to see.
Newly planted pine trees
Author: Miracle
Wild monks teach seed methods, and Artemisia capillaris grows. A hundred years old makes a man old, and a thousand years old makes a man tall.
Jingshi, bamboo stone, simian. After it turns cloudy, the autumn wind blows the waves.
Title Zhang Lao pine tree
Author: Song
At the end of the year, under the eastward extension, Zhou Gu was sad. The sun sets, the western hills are overcast, and the grass rises in a cool color.
There are pine trees in the forest, which makes me sigh. Life is lonely and straight without an inch of branches.
Pine trees in the monastery
Author: Cao Song
This rhyme is complete, and Qiuyun learns to play the silk string. Up in the air, years in the air.
The ancient armor grinds the clouds, and the solitary roots catch the ground. Why not throw it away and build a Dojo?
Sons and nephews academy Shuangsong
Author: Cao Tang
It's only a few dollars to plant a pair of pine trees to make the yard look like autumn. You can hide fresh rain here,
But it made Laoshan burn smoke. The branches pressed the breeze on the pillow and the shadow cage went to the window.
Don't teach me to dream of leisure, let you spend eighteen years.
Song (surname)
Author: Cheng
The reputation and worth of doctors have been heard from ancient times and modern times, and they stand out from the crowd.
It will be said that Lingtou is idle, and there are still a few clouds hanging in the sunset.
Song Jian
Author: Cui Tu
Inch by inch, the frost grows thick, and passers-by are still laughing.
Although Nanyuan peaches and plums are enviable, they are lonely for spring.
Pine Crane
Author: Dai Shulun
The rain is wet, the pine is cool and the wind is sunny.
Lonely cranes love peace and don't fly around.
Song of Matsui in Nanyue
Author: Di Huan
A burst of rain fell on the moon, and it rained two cool colors in Xiaoxiang.
The guest sings alone at night, and the monk steps in the shade.
Komatsu topic of Tangxing Temple
Author: Du Xunhe
Although small and natural, it is difficult to unite all the trees. Invasion of the monk's half window is full of wind for the guests.
The branches are brushed with moss cranes, and the sound is called masonry. I can't see it now, but it must be in the snow.
See neighbors always planting pine trees.
Author: Geng?
Although I have passed the old man, I don't understand his heart. What is the setting sun? Plant pine and wait for shade.
Pine trees in the play
Author: Jiao Ran
I don't like listening to pine trees enough, so I forget to return them every time.
But more importantly, I laugh at idle clouds as if I were idle.
Painted pine
Author: Jing Yun
It's as loose as a real pine tree. You should think about it.
I once saw it on Tiantai Mountain, the third factory on the south bank of Shiqiao.
Song (surname)
Author: Li Qiao
Dark and high rock surfaces, dense and secluded streams. A crane perches on a gentleman's tree, and the wind blows a doctor's branch.
A hundred feet of yin will cover a thousand years. Never change at a cold age, but I'm glad you know that.
Takamatsu
Author: Li Shangyin
Gao Song stood out from the crowd and accompanied me to the end of the world. When the guests went to Chuqing, the monk came and stayed silent.
There is an elegant charm in the wind, so try a quiet posture without snow. He visited Fu Gui in 2008.
Su Xian's withered pine
Author: Li photo
Fairy home is green for several years, once the branches die, it is like the sea.
Sour and sour are not as good as pear trees, which monopolize the flowers in high cities.
Song (surname)
Author: Liao Kuangtu
Western Jin diaspora, Soochow doctor. Cui Shen knows that she will always be there.
No one spoke clearly at four o'clock after pressing the branches. The dragon and snake were old and the claw distance from the root plate was thick.
Until autumn shakes the setting sun, and the barrels flourish and wither.
Planting pine trees
Author: Liu Deren
Emerald is quiet and empty, so you can walk around alone in your clothes. From the top of the mountain? I planted my mind.
How can we talk about the sound of wood without weakening the rhyme of quiet spring? The frosty sky and the waning moon are in the pool.
Yan Song's Temple Poems
Author: Liu Yuxi
It is dangerous to roll branches to the roots, so you should support them at first sight. Suddenly from haggard to business,
However, leaving the cloak is not vulgar. Shadow into the rock gallery, rhyme with the sound of nature waiting for lent.