Poetry about distribution 1. Poems about free and easy.
Looking east at Yuhang, the sea of clouds and the horizon are endless.
I don't know when I became famous, come back brilliantly and laugh with you. Don't use wine to tell the feelings of parting. There has always been another reason for the wedding banquet.
Flowers will take you there tonight, walk across the pond, and see tears in a trance like yang hu. It's you, Yang. A flute and a sword make a dash for the rivers and lakes, and a pot of eternal hatred for wine! Two feet turn into earthly roads, and heaven covers the earth. I want to go to heaven from the west and I will see the moon twice. I don't know where to stay tonight. Pingsha, Wan Li, leave me. Those who left yesterday can't stay. People who disturb my heart today are more troublesome. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. Since the world can't respond to our desire, I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval in the Ming Dynasty.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
Since God has given talents, let it go and be hired! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. Qiu Lai is very concerned about him, but he is not ashamed of Ge Hong for cinnabar. Crazy songs, empty life, who is domineering? .
2. Poetry, with fragrance
I will go through the fields and through the villages.
Through the hills full of flowers
I will meet you in the vast sea of people.
I will hold your hand and cross the busy street.
I will travel through time and space and impermanence
Through the fragrance of life.
I will accompany you in the vast sea of people
I will hug you forever.
I will go through the fields and through the villages.
Through the hills full of flowers
I will meet you in the vast sea of people.
I will hold your hand and cross the busy street.
I will travel through time and space and impermanence
Through the fragrance of life.
I will accompany you in the vast sea of people
I will hug you forever.
We are smiling at the moment.
Feel each other's full happiness.
We are happy at this moment.
Have fun.
I will go through the fields and through the villages.
Through the hills full of flowers
I will meet you in the vast sea of people.
I will hold your hand and cross the busy street.
I will travel through time and space and impermanence
Through the fragrance of life.
I will accompany you in the vast sea of people
I will hug you forever.
3. Poems about drunkenness
1, there is no news in white all day, and a pot of spring is drunk. -"Seven Words" Lv Yan in Tang Dynasty
Nobody spoke to me at night, and I got drunk after drinking a pot of spring wine.
2, but I couldn't afford to shout that day, the lights went out half, and the wine was slightly drunk. -"Jiangchengzi (Playing Copper Guandu)" Xin Qiji in Song Dynasty
The days of being abandoned by others are unbearable, the lights seem to be going out, and I am drunk after drinking.
3, the drunken beauty Taozhi blush, do not forget Yan Yu charming and shy and gentle. -Li Bai's Xi Poems in Tang Dynasty
Beauty blushes like a peach after drinking, but she still whispers, which is gentler than flowers.
4, falling flowers and drinking, singing drunk dreams. Her voice is silent, and Tao's makeup is worn at night. Who should make the whole thing look good? -Li Yu's Twelve Brothers of Ruan Langgui and Zheng Wang in Southern Tang Dynasty
Petals fell, in a dark place, singing drunk in a dream. Rings jingle, and makeup hardware is incomplete at night. Who can help me tidy up my jade cup?
5, suddenly feel drunk spring flowers, a smile and Xia Hong. -Song Qingzhao's Dream.
Suddenly, it seems that the delicious wine can make people linger, and the beauty's every move adds interest to this beautiful scenery.
4. Poems about desolation
I want to know why my golden harp has fifty strings, each of which has a youthful interval. Saint Zhuangzi is in daydreaming, fascinated by butterflies. The spring heart of the emperor is crying in the cuckoo, the mermaid is crying in the green ocean of the moon, and the blue field is breathing their jade to the sun. Before I know it, it should last forever. In the spring rain, people lie in white clothes, and the white door is sparse and not only contrary. The red chamber is sheltered from the cold through the rain, and the pearls and foils float alone. The long journey should be a sad spring day and a dream at night. Jade is rough, abrasive, Wan Li Yunfei. There is no doubt about it. If the ecstasy lasts all night, what can the angel's life be but a dream, if they don't bring their lover into their room? Storms destroy nut horns, and the moon dew moistens cinnamon leaves. I know that this love will not have any result, will not let me down, is meaningless and has no name. You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock. Although the dream is far away, it is difficult to cry, and the book advises no ink. Wax shines on half a cage of golden jade, and musk embroiders hibiscus slightly. Liu Lang already hates Pengshan, and it is even harder to meet each other without a title. The east wind rises, flowers wither, spring silkworms are spinning until they die, candles turn to ashes, and tears begin to dry up. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight and sang the evening song: Pengshan has no way to go, oh, bluebirds, listen! -Give me what she said! "Untitled" misty rain came from the east, the wheels outside the lotus pond rang faintly, the golden toad locked the door and burned incense, the jade tiger fetched water, Jia Hua peeped at the curtain, and my concubine pillow Wei. No * * * flowers, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?. Untitled phoenix tail incense. It's late at night in Biwen Dome. Will your shy face stare at a moon-shaped fan, and will your voice drown out the rattle of my carriage? . Once lonely and fragrant. How far can pomegranate flowers whisper? I tied my horse to a willow tree and waited there for the good wind in the southwest? Untitled last night, the stars, the wind, the west of the studio and the east of the Guitang, although without the wings of Cai Feng, the heart repeatedly touches the rhinoceros. Every other seat, send a hook to warm the spring. There, one after another, we roll the dice under the crimson light until a drum rolls. Alas, call me to perform my duties. I ride my horse like a drifting water plant. Stay at the Roche Pavilion and send a message to the Bamboo Pier in Cui Yong. Dust-free water is clear, and acacia meets the city. Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain. A note to a friend in the north on a rainy night asks if the return date has not arrived, and the rain rises in the autumn pool in the evening. Why do you want to cut candles at the west window? Speaking of late rain, I think of the poem Baodao. My road has been tortuous for many years, and now the yellow leaves are shaky by the strong wind. However, orchestral strings and fiddling make the blue room happy. On the surface, I seem to be happy for new people, but I am destined to leave my old friends behind. I sincerely shout for Xinfeng wine in the midst of all kinds of worries. Cicada is puzzled, and it is useless to hate noise again. Even when it is more sparse, a tree is heartless. The official work is still relatively extensive, so the garden is flat. I am most worried about you, and I know my family. The guests went to the heights, and the flowers in the small garden flew around .. escorting the sunset like a dancer. Oh, how can I bear to sweep them away? For a sad watchman, they will never come back. The fragrance of the heart runs out with the end of spring, leaving nothing but a robe stained with tears. Liang Si, you are gone. The river is high in front of my house, and cicadas are silent on the branches wet with dew. This is the moment when thoughts enter the depths. With their own feet, Beidou is far away in spring and Nanling is late. The end of the world is a dream, and there is new knowledge in doubt. It is more important than the white stone of Notre Dame. Spring dreams and rains often float, and the spirit wind does not satisfy the flag all day long. Sepals bloom. When Dulanxiang was gone, Yu Lang came here to learn about Li Xiannian and asked Rixu about Zizhi. Undoubtedly, where to mourn the guzheng is an urgent problem to be solved. Cherry blossoms Yongxiang Yang Anye's old lady is married or not to sell. On March 30, Princess Liyang was fourteen years old. After the Qingming Festival, she returned to the exhibition with the wall, and Stefanie Liang heard a sigh. There is no doubt that Fu Xie's family is the last stream of the old line, and now Song belongs to Tan Lang. How can a charming girl with a left home expect it? It's hard to get rid of her worries. The west wind is long in Wan Li. On July 29, I let the family dinner be like dew, the wind returned to the pond, and bamboo was sad. The floating world was originally crowded and scattered, and everything was left behind. You can only see the light in your dreams, and you can only know the wine when you fall into the world. How can you grow old, Songyangsong? There are no trees on the girl's bed. When the stars sink to the bottom of the sea, you can see them from the window, when the rain passes through the source of the river. If Zhu Xiao is bright and clear, a tree will grow in good water. 1 1 in the middle of the month, I will see the plum blossoms in Fufeng winding, which is not timely and fragrant. Su E is only with the moon, and young girls won't forgive Frost. Give someone a hand, and your heart will break. Who will be the morning show? Don't be a lady. Living far away, books are dreams, and only empty beds are the enemies of autumn. Moss mangroves are scattered in the rain, and the moon is sad. The sun shines on the screen window, the wind shakes the door, and the incense sticks to the spring. The cloister is surrounded by loneliness, and the blue parrot faces the red rose. Two pieces of willow (1) are temporarily given away from the pavilion, no worries. Spring breeze strives to cherish the long street. When you leave the pavilion, give two willows (the second branch). Whenever there is smoke and fog, thousands of things fall down. In order to report the pedestrians to rest, half of them stayed to see them off and welcome them back. Give two songs (the first one) on their behalf. Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook. Bananas don't show lilac festival, but they are worried that the spring breeze is in the same direction. Chu Yin left the palace on the mountain and went upstairs. The river flowed in front of the palace. Song Yu is not worried, just worried about herself. Galaxy blowing sheng hopes that the Galaxy will blow Yusheng, and the cold courtyard in the building will be cold and bright. I dreamed that the next year would be over, and all the other trees were holding females last night. The moon pavilion is so fragrant because of the rain, the wind curtain is so clear, and the candle is frosted. You don't have to make waves to build a mountain. Qin Xiao has his own feelings. The setting sun is deep in the city, and the spring is beautiful. God has mercy on the grass. Go downtown and go upstairs. I don't know where Gu Hong is going, but I don't know where my life is. I am drunk, looking for incense, but I am sleepy by the tree. After waking up in the middle of the night, I will light a red candle to enjoy the residual flowers. Spring is at the end of the world, and the end of the world is oblique. If there are tears, birds will cry into the highest wet flower. Every day, the spring is beautiful, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant on the inclined road in the mountain city. I can get it when I'm in a daze. I've been thinking about that storm all day. There are countless traces on the bamboo in Xiangjiang River, many of which were sprinkled in front of the first monument. People go to Qiu Zi, soldiers stay up all night listening to music. When I arrived at Bashuiqiao, I asked, but I didn't send Yuke in my blue robe. Tramps are floating in the uneven waves, and they can't bear to cross the street. No matter how clever they are, they have no intention, and their moments are not necessarily good. It's sunny in the morning and sunny at night. When Chu women are interested, the color is cold. It started to rain in Mao Mao, and it was a little cold at night. It's cold outside the window, and the yard is empty and close to the water. Because of the infinite beauty of the cloud screen, Fengcheng is afraid of spring night. Marrying a rich husband for no reason made Xiang Si live up to his early expectations. I have never visited this mountain for a day. Kong Wen's midnight ghost lamented. Jade does not return to the whole city, and the Jade Palace is still divided into Yuan Bo. When I am dead, I still remember the smell of cranes in Huating, and I am always worried that the royal family will cry for bronze camels. Although the eternal land has changed its mind, it is not much worse than spring. The flowers in the first month keep the house tightly locked, covered with green moss, and the pavilion in the cloister lingers here. The prophet is dizzy, but the cold flowers still bloom. The bat blew the curtain and finally unfolded it.
5. Poems about nervousness
1: red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
2. But how many inches of grass does love have, and it will win three spring rays-Don Meng Jiao >
3. There is no sorrow in the world, and the old tour in Hengtang, Mo Wen.
Spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang 'an flowers all in one day.
5. Take advantage of the cool summer and lie in the shade.
6: Endure the earth and endure the sky; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever!
7: Who is sentimental, such as Nanshan Moon, especially at dusk. The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.
8. Take advantage of the cool summer and lie idle in the shade.
9. When entering the smoke and water route in Jiangnan, Jiangnan will do your best not to meet people who are far away from you. I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel sad and lost.
10: water raises the eyes and mountains gather eyebrows. If you want to ask pedestrians where to go, your eyebrows are shining.
1 1: It's nothing to go to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely sycamore deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
12: I just sent you home in spring and sent you home again. If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring.
13: I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown and go to my heart.
14: I'm not famous or married, so I may not be as good as others.
15: The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are on their way home.
16: I don't regret that my belt has widened, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
17: I compare my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the canal.
18: Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, but insist on saying it to add new words.
19: See the temple. Try to count the flowers in the psychological period.
Your arrival is the season of deep sleep, and you will return to rest. You can return it and say that you will settle accounts with Xifeng.
6. Love poems
1. Red bean (Wang Wei)
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
2. Untitled (Li Shangyin)
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
3. Jiang (Su Shi)
Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. [ 1]
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the heartbreak will break every year.
Moonlight night, short matsuoka.
4. Mao Feng (land trip)
Keywords red crisp hand, Huangteng wine,
Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city.
East wind evil, thin heart,
A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.
No, no, no!
Spring is still old, and people are empty and thin.
Tears flooded her face.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion.
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo, Mo, Mo!
5. Hairstyle (Tang Wan)
The world is cold and human feelings are evil,
Rain makes flowers fall easily at dusk.
The breeze is dry and the tears are residual.
If you have to worry, just say it alone.
Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday,
A sick soul is often like a thousand ropes.
The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy.
I am afraid that others will ask questions, and I cry with joy.
Hide. Hide. Hide.
6. Nineteen ancient poems
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.
Skillful hands, make a loom.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
What's the difference between a clear river and a shallow one?
Between water and water, there are no words.