2, stained with clothes to wet apricot rain, blowing the face without cold wind. -The quatrains of monks in Zhinan.
3, the clouds are light and the wind is light in the afternoon, and the flowers are over a thousand rivers with the willows. -Cheng Hao's "Occasionally in Spring"
4, thousands of miles green, water village Guo Shan wine flag wind. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
5. The Pear Flower Garden dissolves the moon, and the catkin pond is faint. -Yan Shu's "Moral"
6. There are long vegetation and trees around Xia Meng's house. -Tao Yuanming's "Reading Shan Hai Jing, Part I"
7, riding a horse against the bridge, full of tea. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva"
8. My middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. -Wang Wei's "My retreat in Zhongnanshan"
9. I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds. -Wang Wei's "My retreat in Zhongnanshan"
10, the mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are on their way home. -Tao Yuanming's fifth day of drinking.
1 1, I like children and rogues best. I lie on the stream and peel lotus flowers. -Xin Qiji's "Village Residence"
12, my daughter picks spring mulberry and the song is Haruka. -anonymous "picking mulberry"
13, caged birds love the old forest, and the fish in the pool are lost. -Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden
14, white-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and the wheat field looks at the clouds. -Forever in "Looking at the Sunny Farmhouse"
15, Banqiao people crossing the spring, Mao Yan at noon. -Gu Kuang's "Mountain Farmhouse"
2. Poetry describing loneliness Modern poetry: The Lonely Harvester was written by the poet when he was traveling in Scotland.
People who travel in the Arabian desert rest wearily in a cool place; The nightingale's songs are popular with them, but not as good as this singing method; In spring, the cuckoo crows in the farthest hebrides, breaking the silence of the sea between the islands-but it is as exciting as this song. Ancient poetry: drinking Tao Yuanming, building a house in a humanistic environment, no cars and horses.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.
Bu operator. Su Shi lives in Dinghuiyuan in Huangzhou. When there is no moon, he hangs a sparse tree to make people quiet. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
Wang Anshi, solitary, naturally dense and solitary, hundreds of meters high. Ling Xiao is indomitable, humble and polite.
Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy. Think about it tomorrow. I want to play the banjo.
The lock is endless, and it is strange when it comes. Embroiderer Philip Burkart, dripping dew, crying to send the levy wheel.
The long inspector is in sight, heavier and farther. She is also climbing the castle, but her eyes are erratic.
Feng Xiao sang the soul of Han Zhen. After leaving the pond, he often walked around, full of green and jealousy. At that time, he took her hand and walked in the catkins of flowers and the green fragrant bacteria.
Now her face has grown old, but her heart still feels like fresh grass every year. Travel all over the green fields, travel all over the drunk eyes, and never lose your youth.
It's like a dream. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin, with a touch of red lips as a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? It was almost dark, and as soon as I turned around, I lit the swing and got up to adjust my delicate hands.
Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame.
Looking back at the door, I smell the green plums in the cup, dark amber and thick. I should melt before I get drunk, so I should arrive late. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre. The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold. On the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, the lotus flower smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and its eyes were guessed.
On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. Bodhisattva's voice is broken, and the snow is behind and the smoke is straight.
The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp. The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow.
Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold. Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood.
I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.
Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear. Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky.
The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn. Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut into layers of jasper leaves.
The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough.
Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade 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.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Worship with Qiu Guang, turn around and feel sad, and explore Jin Yingzhi's way of Chongyang.
Put on rough clothes and drink unfiltered wine. Every autumn wind and autumn brings cool autumn. The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense.
How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.
On Tanabata, Fanghua sang in the grass, and the phoenix tree was shocked, and the ground was full of sorrow. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times.
You come and I go, don't meet. I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.
Penny Weaver, this is just separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy.
The lonely goose's rattan bed paper account is sleeping, boundless and without good thoughts. Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water.
The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full. The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears.
Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou? A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it. The voice is searching slowly, cold and desolate, sad and miserable.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence.
3. The poem of leisure when a person is alone: "White hair teaches people to change, and gold can't buy leisure for a lifetime." (Tang Morong's "Youbao Ben Temple")
"I have to be idle for half a day, because I met a monk in the bamboo yard." (Li Tang's "Su Helin Temple Monk")
"Go to your residence later and enjoy the scenery on the west side of Chang 'an Avenue." (Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Topic Dou Yuanwai Chongdeli New Residence")
"When can you put aside worldly things and come to Baiyun for leisure?" (Wen, "Spring is in the Land of the Lung")
"Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone." I never get tired of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain. "(sitting alone in Jingting Mountain)
"A person singing in the pavilion, nothing happened in front of me. Several peaks are too white, and a volume of Tao Qian's poems. Everyone has their own opinions. I am Liang Zaizi. " (Tang Bai Juyi's "The Butler's Pavilion")
4. Poems describing pleasant nights Want to know a wonderful place, sing songs two or three times (nine songs. Zhu)
Huansha as clear water, free wave (chanting Zhuluoshan. Li Bai)
From now on, if you take a leisurely ride on the moon, columns and staff will knock on the door all night. Land tourism)
The forest is good to watch, and seagulls are idle on the stream (answer to Li Han Wei Wuying)
Sweet tea dreams are afraid of the cold spring, and the green cover closes the door and the swallow is idle. Zheng Hui)
Sitting in a small window watching Zhouyi, I wonder how long spring will go.
I'm going to stay for half a day because of the monk's words. (Mountain climbing. Photo by Li)
If you don't come at midnight, the chess pieces will knock down and die.
Sleeping for a long time without thinking, watching children catch willow flowers.
Ji means that the stars are calm and the windows are cool.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
5. Sentences about loneliness. It's just human instinct to open your mouth and scream. It takes human wisdom to shut up and think hard.
Second, children's laughter and old people's laughter are all innocent. The former begins life with no thoughts, while the latter sees through life with no thoughts.
Third, when I was alive, I felt I didn't know anything when I was young, I felt I knew everything when I was in college, I knew I didn't know anything when I graduated, I felt I knew everything when I was in middle age, and I didn't realize I didn't know anything until later in life. -Lin Yutang
Fourth, people are so strange, testing the bottom line with attacks and courting with injuries.
The maturity of any soul must be baptized and honed by loneliness. The worst feeling in the world is having to doubt what you used to believe.
6. The smarter and kinder a person is, the more virtues he sees in others. The more stupid and vicious a person is, the more shortcomings he sees in others. -Tolstoy
The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.
Eight, people want to maintain a long-term and comfortable relationship, relying on sex and attraction, rather than oppression, bondage, flattery and blind dedication, and moral self-moving.