1. Poems related to walls
There are swings in the wall and roads outside the wall, pedestrians outside the wall, and the beauty inside the wall smiles.
The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be contained, A branch of red apricot came out of the wall.
The old moon on the east side of Huai River came over the female wall late at night.
The old man walked over the wall, and the old woman went out to look.
< p> On the west side of the wall, there is a bright moonlight and in the east pavilion, a piece of neon clothes is played by a small opera singer.---Bai JuyiLiu Jiahua
---Bai Juyi
On the wall of the Liu family The flowers are still blooming, and the grass in front of Li Shi's door is spring again.
Everywhere is sad, and the heart is beginning to realize that the passion is not as good as the young lover.
Instant eyes
---Han 偓
The book wall secretly marks the day of moving flowers, and the washing of the urn predicts the brewing period.
Believe that idlers are busy, come early to brave the rain to find the fisherman.
Send to Zheng Beque
---Luo Yin
There are several walls in front of the Master's door, and I recall traveling to Liang every time I pass by.
The road leads to Qingsuo for no reason. See, the kindness must not be forgotten.
It may not be because of slander, but you should be greedy and busy with admonitions.
Don’t worry about how much you know, the locust flowers will turn yellow immediately after two visits. .
Farewell friends
---Huang Tao
Don’t hate being under the east wall, where you are constantly hurting your life.
No matter how hard you work, Feeling, I will recommend you to the public one day.
The boat is sailing on a rainy night, and the wine is empty when the flowers are blooming.
The smoke and greenery are there over the mountains, and I feel ashamed of lying in the clouds.
Two poems written in the city in summer
---Qi Ji
There are monks on three sides and one wall, and there is no wind to cool off.
He gave up this place in his year. Where to go, a stone house wrapped in green walls and red clouds.
The low bamboo sills are covered with light rain, and the water sills are quiet in the window in the summer months.
People will not care about the situation. The green sky outside the forest gate. 2. Poems about the "wall"
Wall shadow (poetry) bai
No fences
The width of the wall
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Lengthening in the afternoon
The shadows of pedestrians
A small mottled road
The sound of footsteps coming and going
The years that sound like horseshoes
The hard-stepping woodcutter
The child running backwards
Digging in the hoe and picking up a stick The village women in Chaihui
Each one has a sweaty posture
Just like this
Along the track of the sun's work and rest
The spring Summer, autumn and winter are performed in
large tracts of rice fields
The things that have gone far away are passing away
The things that are getting closer are getting closer
Along the road under the wall
Simple hometown people
Just like this
Let a string of hope every day
There is a shadow on the wall
Or any time when there is no shadow
Following the path traveled by our ancestors
One step at a time
Towards the next step ahead Shore 3. Poems related to walls
There are swings in the wall and paths outside the wall, people walking outside the wall, and the beauty inside the wall laughing.
The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
The old moon on the east side of Huai River, I still come across the female wall late at night.
The old man walked over the wall, and the old woman went out to see.
On the west wall, there is a bright moonlight and on the water, in the east pavilion, a piece of neon clothes is played by a small opera singer. ---Bai Juyi
Liu Family Flowers
---Bai Juyi
Flowers are still blooming on the walls of the Liu family, and the grass in front of Li Shi's door is spring again.
Everywhere I feel sad, I finally realize that a passionate love is not as good as a young lover.
Immediately
---Han Xi
The book wall secretly marks the day of moving flowers, and the washing of the urn predicts the brewing period.
Believe that idlers are busy, come early to look for the fisherman in the rain.
Send to Zheng Buque
--- Luo Yin
There are several walls in front of the master's door, and I recall Youliang every time I pass by.
The road starts from Qingsuo without any reason, but the kindness lies in the heart and cannot be forgotten.
It is not necessary to be slanderous, but to be greedy and busy with remonstrances.
Don’t worry about how much you know, the locust flowers will turn yellow immediately.
Other friends
---Huang Tao
Don’t hate being under the east wall, where you are often injured and killed.
If you feel the hard work, you will be rewarded in the future.
On a rainy night, the boat is sailing, and the wine is empty when the flowers are spent.
The smoke and greenery are there over the mountains, but I am ashamed to be lying in the clouds.
Two poems in the summer city
---Qi Ji
There are monks on three sides and one wall, and there is no wind to cool them down.
Where did he go when he left this place? The stone house was wrapped in green walls and red clouds.
The low bamboo sill is covered with light rain, and the water sill is in the secluded window in the summer months.
People will not care about the situation. The green sky outside the Donglin Gate.
4. Ancient poems about the wall
To the west of the wall is the bright moon and the water is to the east of the pavilion, and a neon dress is played by a small opera singer.
---Bai Juyi and Liu Family Flowers---The flowers on the walls of Bai Juyi and Liu Family are still blooming, and the grass in front of Li Shi’s door is spring again. Everywhere I feel sad, I finally realize that being passionate is not as good as having a young lover.
That's the day --- Han Xie's book wall secretly records the day of moving flowers, and washing the urn predicts the brewing period. I must believe that idlers are busy, so I came early to look for the fisherman in the rain.
Send it to Zheng Bu Que---There are several walls in front of Master Luo Yin's door, and I recall Youliang every time I pass by. There is no reason to see the road from Qingsuo, but the kindness lies in the heart and cannot be forgotten.
It is not necessary to be slanderous, but to be greedy and busy with remonstrances. Don't worry about how much you know, the locust flowers will turn yellow immediately.
Dear friend---Huang Tao, don't hate me for being under the east wall, where I often get injured and killed. If you feel your painstaking efforts, you will be rewarded in the future.
On a rainy night, the boat is sailing, but the wine is empty when the flowers are blooming. The smoke and greenery are there over the mountains, and I feel ashamed to be lying in the clouds.
Two poems written in the summer city - Qi Ji has three monks and one wall next to him, and there is no wind to cool him down. Where did he go when he left this place? A stone house wrapped in green walls and red clouds.
The low bamboo sill is covered with light rain, and the water sill is in the secluded window in the summer months. People don't care about the situation. The green sky outside Donglin Gate. 5. Verses related to the wall
There are swings in the wall, and there are people walking outside the wall. The beauty inside the wall is smiling. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. The old moon on the east side of the Huai River, the night The old man walked over the wall, and the old woman went out to look. In the west of the wall, there was a bright moonlight in the water, and in the east pavilion, a neon dress was played by a small opera singer. --- Bai Juyi and Liu Jiahua --- Bai Juyi and Liu Jiahua had flowers on the wall, and Li Shi The grass in front of the door is spring again. Everywhere is sad, and the heart is beginning to realize that the passion is not as good as the young lover. That is, Han Xie's book wall secretly records the day of moving the flowers, washing the urn predicts the brewing period. Believe that idle people are busy, come early to catch the rain to find the fisherman. Posted to Zheng Bequ - There are several walls in front of Master Luo Yin's door. Every time I pass by, I recall traveling to Liang. The road leads to Qingsuo without any reason. The kindness is unforgettable in the loyal heart. It may not lead to slander, but should only be greedy for advice. Busy. Don't worry about how much you know. The locust flowers will turn yellow soon. Farewell to my friend - Huang Tao. Don't hate the east wall. He often hurts his life. If you feel the hard work, you will be promoted to the public one day. On a rainy night, the boat is sailing, and the flowers are blooming. It’s a time when the wine is empty. There is smoke and green across the mountains, and I am finally ashamed of lying in the clouds. I wrote two poems in the summer city - Qi Ji, three monks and one wall, and there is no wind to blow the cool. Where will he go when he leaves this place? The walls of the stone house are covered with red clouds. The low bamboo sills are covered with light rain. The water sill is quiet in the window in the summer months. People will not care about the situation. The green sky outside the east forest gate is green. 6. Poems about "Wall"
Original poem "Wall" "Wall" (1) The sun comes out and shines on the wall of the building opposite. The autumn wall-creeper in the balcony is dozing off when it is tired. Autumn The phoenix tree also stopped crying. As the old time passed slowly, childhood memories rose up one after another like childish soap bubbles floating in the wind. One after another, everything was so quiet. The silence of the afternoon made people intoxicated. I'm so addicted that I want to pick up a paintbrush and paint the bright tones on the wall to paint the hidden meanings. Things that attract me deeply. But what am I interested in? All the lost warm memories of the past. What are they? That's life. Live and warm life, brilliant vitality, the sky is so deep and blue, like the eyes of a little nephew, pure, vivid and full of curiosity (2) The breath of life on that wall is so strong, it strongly impacts me, everyone maintains a different posture and is cautious. All the love, hatred and resentment are gone, only the warm details of life come from all over the world and meet in the lights of thousands of homes (3) I stand on the top of a high mountain and look out into the distance at the confusing union of heaven and earth. Everywhere are the waves of my wild imagination and the girl who is as deep in fantasy and cold as a dream.