Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? (not big)
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. The sky is clear. Qiu Si)
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Where is the township book? Geese, return to Luoyang.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
When * * * was cutting candles at the west window, it was raining late in the autumn pool.
Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.
spring,summer,autumn and winter
spring
1.& lt& lt Liu Yong >> He Zhangzhi.
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green threads hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
summer
1.< < Xiaochi >; & gt Yang Wanli
Spring is silent and playful,
The shade of the tree shines gently on the water.
Blackie just showed her sharp corner,
There are dragonflies in the sky.
autumn
1.& lt& lt Shandong Airlines >> Du Mu
The stone road winds to the cliff in the distance.
There are people in Bai Yunsheng.
I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.
Frost leaves are redder than February flowers.
winter
1.< < Jiang Xue>；; liu zongyuan
There are no birds in the mountains,
A thousand roads without footprints.
Lonely and lonely,
An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
a love affair
The Book of Songs has rich views on life and death, and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. 3 Qin Guan Que Qiao Xian
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Li Bai's 357 words miss you. When did you know? At this point, the night is awkward.
Li Bai's 357 words entered my lovesick door, knowing that I was lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.
There are five poems of Yuan Zhen's thought, and the fourth one was once a water disaster and an eternal amber.
Cao Zhiming goes to a tall building in the bright moon. If the road dust rises, if the cement is muddy, when will we meet in harmony?
The desolation and parting of Nalanxingde corn poppy should be the same, and the most difficult thing is to clear up grievances in the bright moon and bright future.
scenery
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.
Meng Haoran at night on Jiande River
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Wang Wei is in the mountains.
The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
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.
places of historic interest and scenic beauty
Xiaoguang temple
-[Ming] Xu Qiushi:
Baiyun invited me, and the first day was all empty.
The dew is cold and the flowers are cold, and the blue and green are as clean as paper.
When the clock moved, the birds were frightened and crowed on the tallest wood.
The grass is deep and the people are sparse, and the door of Songying Temple is green.
-[Qing] Zheng Xiulou:
June gives birth to joy, and Song Yin watches it step by step.
The shadow of the temple gate creek, the top of the Buddha is cold.
The banana monk sleeps in peace, and the lotus guest sits in peace.
Ten years away from the pure land, I was disappointed with the old Confucian crown.
Kaiyuan Temple
Kai Yuan Mu GUI
-[Song] Lu You
White-haired scholars don't care about themselves, and the world is an official.
The smoke in Xiqiao is too light to feel the spring, and the flowers in the wild temple are too late to feel the spring.
When you climb a mountain, you think it's warm weather, but after you get sick, you fall into a pottery towel.
However, your whole life, looking back at the rock gate, sighed.
You nan ta yuan
Small broken academy, idle into a crutch.
Deep springs rinse holes, and the courtyard repairs static bamboo.
The sick bones are as cold as washing, and it is too late to go home.
The boat is too light to carry stones, and Sha Ou is a mess of leaves.
Yongkaiyuan temple
-[Tomorrow] See you in Xiong Ming.
Tides bring rain and waves, while westerly winds break the banks and make the trees cool.
The tower shadow is green and bright, and the bell is far and near.
Generations of soldiers have opened the sea, and the wine is now on the beach.
Recalling the early spring scenery in Jiangnan, Yimei looked at the horse's head one by one.
Note: Kaiyuan Temple (at the foot of Zizhi Mountain in the south of the city) was originally named Linquan Temple, which was built in the Jin Taikang period (about 280 years) and rebuilt in the Tang Kaiyuan period and renamed Kaiyuan Temple. According to legend, it used to be Lu Meng's former residence, and later people donated money to build a temple.