Wang Wei
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.
Transparent small container
Yang Wanli
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Baiyunquan
Bai Juyi
The white clouds on the peak of the white clouds spread freely and the spring water flows quietly.
Why rush down the mountain and add waves to the world!
Yamagata Xiaomei
Limbu
Flowers withered, unique plum blossoms swept out against the wind, and the scenery of the small park was beautiful.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold statues.
Baotu Spring
Yuan Haowen
The white eyes disappear and the frozen clouds condense, and the mountains and the moon fly to night.
Look at the Jade Pagoda between the waves, but don't look for the golden rope by the bridge.
Baotu Spring
Ceng Gong
Far away, the jade is moist, and Qingchuan sprinkles the dust of Mount Li.
Rong Rong tastes early in winter, and the moist taste of spring tea is more real.
I feel the road is like a mirror, and the most pitying sand is like a wheel.
Qilu, the capital, will be sealed and the situation entrusted to the world.
Baotu Spring
Zhang
Things are as flat as water, and resistance is audible.
Hu Yun is in Tan Yi. If you stand up, you will argue.
Nothing is a hole in the sea, leaking vitality,
Otherwise, it's a ghost, stormy waves.
Baotu Spring
Zhao Meng? #92;
There is no long water source in the world, and white jade pots gush out from the ground.
The valley grows weak, and the drought does not worry about the dry East China Sea.
Clouds are wet and steaming, and waves shake Daming Lake.
When the dust is flying in spring, the ice and snow are full of loneliness.
2. What are the ancient poems about spring water? 1. Liu Zongyuan's "Autumn Walking South Valley through Decadence"
In late autumn, the earth is covered with thick frost and dew, and in the morning, I walk in the deep valley.
Yellow leaves of the Yellow River cover the bridge, and an ancient tree is seen in the deserted village.
Cold mountain flowers are scattered alone, and deep stream springs are broken.
This machine has been forgotten for a long time. What's the surprise of elk?
Translation:
The land in late autumn is covered with a thick layer of frost and dew.
Get up in the morning and walk to the dark south valley.
Yellow leaves cover the small bridge on the stream.
There are only towering old trees in this desolate mountain village.
How lonely the cold flowers are,
The spring in the deep valley is small and intermittent.
Ingenuity has long been forgotten.
Why can I still alert the alert elk?
2. Qian Fang "traveled abroad and lived in Haojialinge".
Look up, even if it's not the scenery of my hometown, think about it carefully, but I am in my hometown.
The crane circled into the island in the distance, and the cicada continued to moan and fly to another branch.
Leng Yue leaned against the pillow by the window and felt very tired. Qingquan was drinking around Shiyou and realized that it was late.
Stone road is a rugged road, dreaming of returning to the south, half a life of wandering is still stuck in the body.
Translation:
Even if you don't see the scenery of your hometown when you look up, it seems that you are still in your hometown when you think about it.
The crane circled in the distance, plunged into the island, and the cicada dragged its moan and flew to the other branch.
Leng Yue looked out of the window and leaned against the solitary pillow, feeling very tired. Qingquan friends drink around the stone and consciously raise their glasses late.
The road ahead is bumpy, and I can't have smooth sailing. I dream of wandering back to Jiangnan for half my life and still traveling.
3. Li He's "South Tianshan Clock Tour"
Autumn is crisp, the autumn wind is white, and the pond is full of water and insects.
There is Yanyun root moss on the mountain, and the cold red tears are charming.
In September, the rice fork is deserted, and the firefly flies at a low angle.
Stone veins and flowing springs drip sand, and ghost lights are picturesque.
Translation:
The autumn wind swept, the autumn fields were bright and clean, the pond was deep and clear, and bugs were chirping in the grass. Mossy rocks, thick clouds floating. The autumn flowers with dewdrops are crying delicately. In September, the rice in the wasteland is uneven, and fireflies with cold light are flying low on the inclined path. The spring water seeping from the crevices drops into the sand, and the jack-o'-lantern is like a painted lamp in the grave, and the pine forest is dotted with flowers.
4. Du Xunhe's "Jue Shu Tang"
Although the house is very humble, but not less knowledge, I am still as usual, although there has been a war outside.
Although my hometown is in war, my brother is still accepting Confucianism.
The bamboo shadow on the desk outside the window is still swaying, and the ink seems to have released a wild spring.
The efforts of youth are a good thing for a lifetime. For the fleeting time, don't relax your efforts at all.
Translation:
Although I live in a humble house, my knowledge has not diminished.
Despite the war outside, I am still as usual.
Although there was a war in my hometown,
But my brother and nephew are still receiving the education of Confucianism.
The shadow of bamboo outside the window is still swaying on the desk.
The ink in the inkstone seems to jingle in the wild spring.
Hard work when you are young is a great event in your life.
Don't relax your efforts in the face of the fleeting time.
5. Xiang Yi woman's "Title Yuquan Creek"
Red leaves fall in love with the touching autumn, and the brook plays strings at night.
Good days are no longer possible, and the wind and rain are unbearable.
Translation:
Red leaves are immersed in touching autumn colors, and green streams pluck the strings at night.
The good days are gone forever, and the endless wind and rain make people live like years.
3. The poem about Qingquan "Accompany Zhang Xiangcheng Temple to Cover the Mountain and Cross yuquan temple"
Year: Tang Author: Meng Haoran
Looking at the rank of the king's life, my heart is waiting to be leaked.
Green scorpion as a child, engaged in consulting Qing.
Five horses found their way home. Sara refers to this city.
When you hear the clock approaching the door, you will see that Yuquan is clear.
Soap covers the pine, and disciples hold tin.
The heavenly palace is full of pockets, and the sand boundary is clear.
If you want to be ambitious, you will hear the name of a wise man.
People disappear with the water, and the waves turn over the boat.
Imagine, if in your eyes, you will feel empty.
Xie Gong still wants to lie down. Who can help the whole world?
Stay in Lan Ruo as a teacher.
Year: Tang Author: Wang Wei
A public house is too white, and the wind and smoke come out from it. Brahma flows all over the valley, and the flowers and rain are partial.
The trace is unintentional, and the name is established by teaching. Birds come away from grammar, and tourists are more peaceful.
The road is loose during the day and Lan Ruo at dusk. Deep bamboo hides the bridal chamber and smells the spring in the clear night.
To today's clouds and pillows. Don't just stay overnight, the service will be poor.
4. What are the poems describing mountain springs? 1.[ Song] Ye Mengde's "Linjiang Fairy, Mountain Half Flying Spring Singing Yu Pei": Mountain Half Flying Spring Singing Yu Pei, the echo rolls back and forth.
On the mountainside, Yu Pei's spring is singing, and the echo is rolling back and forth.
Second, [Ming] Yuan Zhongdao's Night Spring: The moonlight of the flowing spring turns into snow water.
Spring got moonlight and turned into a snow.
Third, [Pre-Qin] The Book of Songs "Spring Water": Spring water also flows in Qi.
The spring gurgled clear until it reached the ice water.
Fourth, [Tang] Li Bai dreamed of climbing Tianmu Mountain: bears, dragons and strong winds on the mountains and rivers shocked the forest.
The bear is growling, the dragon is singing, the spring in the rock is shaking, the deep forest is shaking, and the peaks are shaking.
(Tang) Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains: There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream.
The bright moon casts mottled static shadows through the pine forest, and the clear spring flows gently on the big stone.