1. I'll come back at chrysanthemum time when I have a holiday in the mountains. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")
I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. (Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
6. A secluded place with a bamboo path, branches and flowers leads to a Buddhist retreat. (Chang Jian: "Zen Forest after Breaking Mountain Temple")
7. Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low. (Du Fu: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")
8. There is nothing to do. It's like knowing Yan. (Yan Shu: "Huanxisha")
9. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. (Zhang: "Yu Gezi")
10. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. (Du Mu: "Qingming")
Birds in poetry
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.
Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Tang Du Fu's "One-step Riverside Search for Aromatherapy"
When will the swallow return, and the peach blossom on the shore will be dipped in water. -Vae Fu's "Youchun Lake"
Lonely grass grows on the shore and orioles are singing on the trees. -Don Wei Wu Ying is in Chuzhou, on the bank of Xixi.
In the tree full of red flowers and the jubilant crowd, orioles are singing, the shore of the West Lake is covered with grass, and egrets are flying on the calm lake. -On the Lake by Vae Yuan Jie
In March, the residual flowers bloom even more, and the small eaves swallow day by day. -Wang Song Ling's "Send to Spring"
Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! . -Don Du Fu's One Night Abroad
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. -Song Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. -Song Xin Qiqi "Xijiang Moon"
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"
Fish in poetry
The sea tide filled the river overnight, and the perch entered the pool at dawn. -Song Yuan Xi, "That is"
It is said that Tianjia is delicious, and the rice fragrance is behind the carp fat. -Zhu Qingfeng Xiang's Leisure in the Village
A guest came from far away and brought me a carp-shaped wooden box with silk and silk letters in it. -Han Anonymous "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Cave"
The Tree in Poetry
1. There are many trees and rich herbs. (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)—
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran: passing by the old village)—
3. The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk is knocking at the door. (Jia Dao: Li Ning's Seclusion)—
Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. (He Zhangzhi: "Singing Willow")—
Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can: (Bai Xuege sends Tian Shuji Wu home)—
6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. (Cui Hao: Yellow Crane Tower)
7. Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree. (Liu Yuxi: "The First Meeting in Yangzhou Will Enjoy Lotte")—
8. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves to be soft. (Yang Wanli: Xiaochizi)—
9. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. (Ma Zhiyuan: "Sand cleaning? Qiu Si ")—
10. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. (Yan Shu: "The Recent Flowers")
Water in poetry
1. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs? Jia Jian)—
Where there is water, there are mountains and islands. (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)—
3. Goose, Goose, Goose, Xiang Tiange. White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water. (Luo: Singing Goose)
4. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River. (Li Bai: Wangtianmen Mountain)—
5. There is no road in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (Lu you: a trip to Shanxi village)—
6. Li Bai was about to get on the boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. (Li Bai: "To Wang Lun")
7. The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east, rain in the west, blind and affectionate. (Liu Yuxi: "Zhi Zhu Ci")
At sunrise, the flowers in the river are better than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: "Recalling Jiangnan")
9. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness. (Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi")
10. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating. (Su Shi: "On the Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong")
Grass in poetry
1. The sky is wild, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low. (Song of Chile)—
The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. (Bai Juyi: Farewell to Ancient Grass)—
3. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)—
The forest is black, and the wind attacks the grass, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night. (Lulun: Song of the plug)—
6. Plant beans in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming: Returning to the Garden)—
7. The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes. (Tao Yuanming: Returning to the Garden)—
8. I am alone in the grass, and there are orioles singing in the tree. (Wei Wuying: In Xixi, Chuzhou)
9. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. (Bai Juyi: Qiantang Spring Tour)—
10. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. (Han Yu: "Two Early Spring Poems by Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department"
Poetic brushstrokes
1. The wind blows the horn and the general hunts Weicheng. (Wang Wei: Hunting)
The forest is black, and the wind attacks the grass, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Ancient Grass")
4. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing: "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")
5. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
6. Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. ("Farewell Du to Shu Guan")
7. If you want to go home by the wind, you will be afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the heights will be too cold. (Su Shi: "Water tune song? When did the moon begin to appear? )
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. (Li Shangyin: "Untitled")
9. The sky is gray and wild, and the wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep. (Song of Chile)
10. I want to get wet with my clothes, but I don't think it's another village.
(Zhinan: "Jueju")
Snow in poetry
1. (Wang Wei: Hunting)
2. We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
3. There are some plums in the corner, and Ling cold opens them alone. It doesn't snow in the distance, because there is a fragrance coming.
(Wang Anshi: Plum Blossom)
4. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing: "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")
6. Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, and the lonely city overlooks Yumenguan. (Wang Changling: "Seven Military Services")—
7. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. (Li Bai: "Difficult to Go")
8. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining and the north wind is blowing snow. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")
9. (Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. ) The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wan Li, Wu Dong. (Du Fu: "Jueju")
10. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees. /The north wind rolls white grass, and eight In the snow crosses Tatar. (Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)
The Moon in Poetry
1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosted already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
(Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
2. How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven and how close the moon is to the water! . (Meng Haoran: "Jiande River Sleeping at Night")
3. Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")
4. In the dim moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
5. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. (Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")
6. I don't know the month when I am an hour, which is called Bai Yupan. (Li Bai: Gulangyu)
7. It's so light that no one can hear it except my partner, Mingyue. (Wang Wei: Bamboo House)
8. The moon surprises the birds, and the sound enters the spring stream. (Wang Wei: "Bird Song Stream")
9. In the Qin Dynasty, the moon was closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March did not return. (Wang Changling: "Out of the Plug")
10. The moon is already at sea and over the horizon. Bring a separated heart, lovesickness at night. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. -Don Zhang Jiuling's Full Moon Philip Burkart
Lotus in Poetry
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -Song Yang Wanli "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. -Song Liqing according to "Like a Dream"
The burning lotus. The pavilion is out of water.
Lotus flowers are various and elegant.
Thin makeup peach face, full of flowers.
There are many erotic, golden ribbons and light skirts.
Shy eyebrows at first glance, whispering, smiling.
I won't steal your eyes often. what do you think?
Autumn night and autumn moon, the lotus blooms.
According to the front pool, swaying fragrant night, when Chan Juan looks at the mirror.
A thousand tears in my heart, a thousand thoughts in my heart.
Just like a light woman, so charming.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -"Little Pool"
Lotus leaves and Luo Qun are cut into one color, and bloom of Hibiscus faces both sides of the face. -Don Wang Changling's Song of Picking Lotus.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -Song Yang Wanli "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
Lotus on four sides and willow on three sides, one city has mountains, and half the city has lakes. -Qing Liu E "Travel Notes of the Old Disabled"
There is no dye in the mud, and there is no demon in the clear. -Zhou Dunyi's Love Lotus
Motherly love poems
Making clothes for her wayward son's body, thread in the hand of a loving mother. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. ) However, every inch of grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. (Don Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons)
Inspirational poem
Just as celestial bodies maintain vitality through movement, a gentleman should constantly pursue self-improvement. -"Yi"
Perseverance, rotten wood can't be carved; Perseverance, the stone can be carved. -Xun Kuang's Xunzi
There is a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down. -Qu Yuan's Li Sao in the Warring States Period
A lazy youth, a lousy age. -"Long Songs"
I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, all come back! . -Tang Li Bai's "Into the Wine"
Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later. -Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower"
It is easy to be frugal, but difficult to be frugal. -Sima Guang's History as a Mirror
Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can still flow west, so don't sing yellow chicken with white hair. -Song Sushi's "Huanxisha"
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history. -Wen Song Tian Xiang "Crossing Ding Yang"
A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually. I am not afraid of being smashed to pieces, but I want to leave my innocence in the world. -Ode to Lime by Yu Ming Qian
My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder. -Qing Tan Stone "The Wall of Prison"
North Korea was born with righteousness and died without regret. -Tao Jin Yuanming wrote seven poems of the poor.
festival
Shangyuan Zhi Zhu Ci
Sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing is wrapped in walnuts, and rice is like a pearl well.
I can see that Ma Jia is good at dropping powder and trying to sell Yuanxiao in the wind.
night of the 15th of the first lunar month；Lantern Festival；yuanxiao
The moon without lights is not entertaining, and the moon without lights is not spring.
Spring is everywhere, just like the lady seen here. On a bright moonlit night, flashing lanterns set off the moon like pure silver.
The streets are full of Zhu Cui swimming around the girls in the village, singing songs and competing with the social gods.
How can you get rid of this wonderful moment if you don't show your respect and smile?
Lantern Festival in Beijing
Tourists wearing beautiful clothes have entertainment activities everywhere. In the streets and alleys, children's laughter and jokes are very obvious.
I am just a gown, and I am also in the laughter of tourists.
Yuan, production inspector
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
Light on the fifteenth night of the first month.
Thousands of doors are locked and brightly lit. In the middle of January, it moved to Beijing.
Three hundred wives dance with sleeves and write in the sky.
Watch the lights for fifteen nights
A fragrant banquet was held in Jinli, the early year of Lan Hongyan.
The color is far, and the light is far.
After the fall of China people's suspected star, the building was like a hanging moon.
Don't laugh so much, come and show off the nine branches.
Last night in the Yuan Dynasty
Don't rush the jade and leak the copper pot, the iron lock will be opened all night;
Who can sit on the moon and smell the lights?
Qing Yu and Yuan Xi.
Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Homesick Poems
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Thoughts?in?the?Still?of?the?Night
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. Drink the moon alone.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. What spring looks like.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Back to my hometown