The white clouds are still scattered, and the bright moon is falling. -Li Bai
I want to report to Dongshan guest and turn to sweep the white clouds. -Li Bai
I'm worried about my eyes on the ladder of green clouds and clouds. -Li Bai
Buy wine and watch white clouds, and business will start to get cold. -Li Bai
The top is high and the vitality is close, which marks the length of the sea cloud. -Li Bai
On the upper floor of the sky, stay in the chair and upload a glass of wine from the sky. -Li Bai
The cornices are flowing, and the windows are falling like Jingting clouds. -Li Bai
Why Zheng Qing lingered and Lv Yun was hanged? -Li Bai
When geese spend autumn in distant places, the sun is still shining and there are no clouds in Wan Li. -Li Bai
When the water is idle, the mirror turns and the clouds move around the painting screen. -Li Bai
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. -Li Bai
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. -Li Bai
Blue sky and white clouds, distant mountains. -Li Bai
When you are silent, you will see the clouds when you walk. -Li Bai
Whether the birds in the sky have left, whether the lonely clouds in the sunset have returned. -Li Bai
I have been lying in the mountains for a long time, so I am a green mountain guest. -Li Bai
The clouds in the sky are like the wings of Dapeng, and the big whales in the sea swim with the waves. -Li Bai
The philosopher felt unlucky, and Peng Yun suddenly flew over. -Li Bai
Clouds rose from the stone, and tourists were fascinated by flowers. -Li Bai
Long waves write through the ages, and the heart opens to the clouds. -Li Bai
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. -Li Bai
Both the dragon and the tiger return, and the white moon can destroy the enemy. -Li Bai
The heavenly book visits the rivers and seas, and the clouds lie in the salty capital. -Li Bai
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. -Li Bai
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away. -Li Bai
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death. Leaving home is a dream year. -Ouyang Hao
Dreams are like spring water, traveling all over my hometown. Liu Shenxu
Flowers stay in Vietnam, and dreams are returned to Qin in the month. —— Xue Ying
The outbreak of lice interferes with dreams, and the sound of insects is getting louder and louder. -paragraph
Sweet dew in dreams, precious light in words. -paragraph
The earth is cool and the crane dreams clearly, and Lin Jing is a monk. -Sikongtu
Matsushima crane wrote back, and Orange Island was full of dreams. -Zhao Wei
Tired of listening to birds wake up from their dreams, they sweep the fallen flowers in late spring. -Xiong Jiao
The fairy bird returned to the sky, and Qing did not feel guilty. -Meng
God knows I remember him, so I can see him in my dreams on earth. Zhangzi
2. Poems about clouds and fog. Poems about clouds and fog include:
1, Han Yi's "Lodging Teachers and Yishan" in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Clouds don't * * this mountain is neat, and the mountain is pale and lost.
At dawn, the crescent moon flies to the tall trees, and the Milky Way in autumn night is far to the west of several peaks.
Translation:
The clouds in the sky can't be on an equal footing with this mountain. From a distance, the mountains are more blurred.
At dawn, the crescent moon temporarily flew into the towering trees, and the Milky Way in autumn night was far to the west of several peaks.
2. Zhong Nanshan by Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty.
Original text:
The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
Translation:
The majestic Taiyi Mountain is near Chang 'an City, which is connected with mountains and winds all the way to the seaside. White clouds wander in the air and look back, and green fog is lost in the mountains.
The central main peak separates the south from the east and the west, and the valleys between mountains are different and varied. I want to find a family to live in the mountains. Is it convenient to ask the woodcutter across the water?
3. Rain and Rain by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
It's foggy in Kesash, and the mountains and rivers are deep here. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast.
Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops. How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano.
Translation:
Today, the fog in Shan Lan is particularly heavy, with a wide field of vision, but it is far away. Smelling the autumn brought by the beach river, the climate in the valley is humid, and sunny days are more like cloudy days.
Looking at the Imperial City, the clouds covered my eyes, thinking about my hometown, and the rain on the eaves dripped into my heart. What can I use to comfort my deep and wandering thoughts? I only rely on the piano under the north window to solve my loneliness.
4. Jiang Lin Xian Mei by Li Qingzhao in Song Dynasty
Original text:
The courtyard is deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are in late spring. For whom you are haggard and lose your face, and you have a good night dream, you should send Nanzhi.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.
Translation:
There are many floors in the yard, and clouds are clustered on the windows of the attic, and a faint fog permeates around, but spring comes late. Missing makes your face haggard, and you can only get together in a dream at night, and the sunny plum branches are also in the season of germination.
Plum blossoms are graceful and graceful, and the Qiangdi in the south building should not play a sad tune. I don't know how many clubs have been blown off. Warm spring wind, don't let time come to apricot blossom season.
5. In the Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao said, "The pride of a fisherman meets clouds."
Original text:
When the sky meets the clouds, the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. As if the dream soul belonged to the emperor. Smell the sky and ask me where I belong.
I report the long night and study poetry. There are amazing sentences. 90,000 Li Fengpeng is a positive move. The wind stopped and the ship blew away three mountains.
Translation:
It's a foggy day. It's foggy in the morning. The Milky Way is turning, and Qian Fan is drifting like a shuttle. The dream soul seems to have returned to heaven, and the emperor sent a message to invite them sincerely. Ask politely: Do you have a home?
I report to the emperor that the journey is long and the sunset is not early. Learning to write poetry is useless, but it is useless. Wan Li is in the sky, Dapeng flies high. Wind! Please don't stay, take me straight to Penglai Sanxian Island by canoe.
3. Poems describing clouds 1. "Wang Yue"
Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
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How majestic is Mount Tai? Walking out of Qilu, you can still see Qingfeng. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful scenery, and the south and the north separate the morning and the evening. Layers of white clouds, clean up the gullies in the chest; Go back to the birds and fly into the eyes of the scenery. We must climb to the top of Mount Tai, overlooking the mountains, full of lofty sentiments.
Second, "Autumn Ci"
Author Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
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I feel sad and lonely every autumn since ancient times, but I think autumn is better than spring. In the clear sky of Wan Li, a crane flies in the sky, which triggered my poetry about the blue sky.
Third, "Qiantang Lake Spring Tour"
Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
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Bypassing the north of Gushan Temple, strolling in the west of Jiagong Pavilion, the white clouds hang low at the beginning of the lake. Several warm trees that the oriole came out early competed for sunshine, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud. Wild flowers will be dazzling when they are competing to open, and spring grass has just crossed the horseshoe before it grows tall. The beautiful scenery in the east of the favorite lake is unforgettable. Rows of willow trees pass through a white sand embankment.
Fourth, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
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Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring of everything. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.
Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat by the river emitted a ray of light, which was particularly bright. When the morning comes, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene.
V. "Man Jiang Hong Xie Honghuai"
Author Yue Fei, Song Dynasty
Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing. When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
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I was so angry that my hair stood on end. I raised my hat and leaned against the railing. The rain has just stopped in Mao Mao. Looking up and looking around, I saw a vast land, sighing and sighing, and my heart was full of patriotism. Although some fame has been established for more than 30 years, it is as insignificant as dust. The north and south fought for 8 thousand miles and experienced many storms.
Don't waste your time, your hair is all white, and only one person regrets it. Jing Kangnian's great shame has not been cleared. When will the resentment of officials disappear? I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be razed to the ground. I am full of ambition. I eat the enemy's meat when I am hungry, and I drink the enemy's blood when I am thirsty. I want to start all over again, recover the old rivers and mountains, and worship the old capital Jingque.
4. The poem describing the cloud is 1. At the end of the year, the colorful clouds are shocking and haunt the lonely mountain head.
2. The Cuilou is foggy, and the Lotus Peak has a sunset glow. 3. Yun Qi, Shanxin.
White clouds rise from the girder, and the atmosphere never stops. White clouds rise in the distance and sway in the clear sky.
6. If you look at the clouds all day and don't look back, if you don't care, you will look incompetent. 7. The ground smells like white clouds, and the sky covers Tianzhu.
8. Stand and increase your distance, and look at the peaks and lonely clouds. 9. The drought in the field will dry up before the white clouds on the ridge disperse.
10. On a sunny and early spring day, I look forward to Suyun with high heart. 1 1. The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky and is in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.
12. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. 13. But through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
14. Wild trails and clouds are all black, while rivers and boats are bright. 15. The moon rises like a mirror and the sea clouds twinkle like a palace.
16. It's daytime in Huang Yun, thousands of miles away, and the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another. 17. Say goodbye to Bai Di Caiyun and return to Jiangling one day.
18. There are people in the depths of the white clouds. 19. The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. It is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.
20. The sand sea has deepened unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds and bleak Wan Li condensate.
5. Poems about dreams 1. Life is like a dream, and statues are still on the moon. -Stone "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia"
Interpretation: Life is like a dream. A toast to the eternal moon.
Second, last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. -Tang Zhang Xuruo's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pool last night. Unfortunately, in mid-spring, Zhidao couldn't go home by himself.
Third, you can see the sword and dream back to the corner when you are drunk. -Song Xin Qiqi's "Destroying the Son to Chen Tongfu Zhuang Ci"
In my drunken dream, I lit the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I went back to all the camps in those days and blew the horns one by one.
Fourth, there is more wind and snow, and the dream of hurting the country's heart has not come true, so there is no such voice in my hometown. Answer-Qing Nalanxingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Journey to the Mountain"
It was windy and snowy outside, which woke the sleeping soldiers and reminded them of their hometown, where there was no such sound.
Five, lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. -Song Luyou, The Storm of November 4th
As the night drew to a close, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I rode an armored war horse across the frozen river.
6. What are the poems about dreams?
indulge in wishful thinking
Don du fu
In February, I was sleepy and didn't sleep alone at night.
Peach blossoms are warm and drunk, and Chun Zhu's sunset dreams are connected.
At the bottom of the thorns in the hometown gate lane, the central plains monarch and minister are beside the tiger.
Fight when the land is settled, and no officials will ask for money everywhere.
Guimeng
Don du fu
The roads are congested and the mountains and rivers are lonely.
The only old man who dragged out an ignoble existence has rebelled for three dynasties.
The rain is urgent and the green maple is dusk, and the clouds are deep and the black water is far away.
If you don't get your dream back, you don't have to talk about it.
Li Bai's two dream poems
Don du fu
When death is the reason for parting, people will cry, but life leaves again and again.
You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river.
Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.
I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way.
The soul comes to the maple leaf, and you disappear into a vague castle.
However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? .
I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air.
There is water to cross, they are wild and toss, and no one makes horned dragons.
Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time.
I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.
The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet.
There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink.
When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life.
Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard.
Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage?
Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss.
On August 30th, the next year, Paulie, I dreamed about it day and night.
Tang Bai Juyi
Dust tassel suddenly relieved sincerity, overjoyed, the world network will come back is unknown.
Don't forget the whole Mu Jong in your dream, walking in the mud rain in Lingnan.
Da yi shan Meng
Tang Bai Juyi
I dreamed of going to Wan Li Road, and I followed you for two years.
Don't forget to sit in front of the bamboo bushes in the backyard.
No straight, sleepwalking in Xianyou Temple.
Tang Bai Juyi
Xi Cao Xuan Zhao Xia, pine and bamboo deep silence.
When the breeze comes out of the moon, it suddenly looks like evening in the mountains.
Because it has become a southwest dream, the dream is a fairy journey.
I feel the palace leak like a drop of mountain spring.
Mengjiu
Tang Bai Juyi
Don't come to the boss for monasticism, it will turn to ashes.
I've been thinking about this problem all my life. Why did I dream last night?
7. Poems describing clouds used to be difficult in water and amber forever. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. -Wang Wei's "My retreat in Zhongnanshan"
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. -Li Bai's "It's hard to go to me"
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them. -Li Bai's "Qing Ping Diao Yi"
The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang. -Xu Hun's "East Building of Xianyang City"
At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds. -Yan Dao Ji's "Linjiang Fairy, Dream Back, Tower Lock"
As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain. -Wang Anshi's "Deng Fei Laifeng"
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xianxian Qiao Yun"
Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold. -Li He's "Wild Goose Gate Taishouxing"
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? . -Jia Dao's Absence Notes
Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast. -Zhu, "Two thoughts on reading in the living water pavilion (I)"
When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting"
8. Poem about Baiyun 1, the bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. (Li Bai: "Guan Shanyue")
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
2, the birds fly high, and the lonely clouds go alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain")
Birds fly high without a shadow, and lonely clouds go alone for fun.
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? . (Jia Dao: An absence note)
Pointing to the high mountain, he said it was in it, but the forest was deep and dense, and I didn't know where he was.
4, the wild path is black, and the river boat is bright. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
The sky in the field path is dark, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat on the river bank emits a ray of light, which is particularly bright.
The moon rises like a mirror and the sea clouds twinkle like a palace. (Li Bai: "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry")
The moon reflects the river, just like flying a mirror tomorrow; Clouds turned into blue sky, creating a mirage.
6. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")
The sunset at dusk turns thousands of miles of clouds into dark yellow; The north wind is blowing hard, the snow is falling, and the geese are flying south.
7. Bai Di Cai Yun resigned, and it took a long time to reach Jiangling. (Li Bai: "Early Making Baidicheng")
In the morning, the morning sun is shining all over the sky, and I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see the colorful clouds in Baidicheng, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day.
8. There are people in the depths of the white clouds. (Du Mu: "Mountain Walk")
Along the winding path up the mountain, there are people deep in the white clouds.
9. The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. It is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. (Wang Zhihuan: Liangzhou Ci)
The Yellow River seems to rush out from the white clouds, and Yumenguan is hanging alone in the mountains.
10, the sand sea deepens with unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds and bleak Wan Li condensate. (Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)
The desert is frozen and cracked, and Wan Li is full of clouds.
9. Poems about dreams have no phase, dreams have no trace, and you hesitate to shake your head.
Leaving home is a dream year. Dreams are like spring water, traveling all over my hometown.
Flowers stay in Vietnam, and dreams are returned to Qin in the month. The outbreak of lice interferes with dreams, and the sound of insects is getting louder and louder.
Sweet dew in dreams, precious light in words. The earth is cool and the crane dreams clearly, and Lin Jing is a monk.
Matsushima crane wrote back, and Orange Island was full of dreams. Tired of listening to birds wake up from their dreams, they sweep the fallen flowers in late spring.
God knows I remember him, so I can see him in my dreams on earth. Three knives dream of Yizhou, and one arrow takes Liaocheng.
You dream of the sun and the moon, and remember the songs of the Mid-Autumn Festival. When I remember to sleep, my spring dream is full of drowsiness.
If it can't be displayed, the Hosta will hang the pillow. Between acquaintances in flowing water, dreams of falling flowers are tiring.
Before leaving the trail, Dream Soul went to Zhegu Village first. Hu Fengzhen is thousands of miles away, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is brighter.
Even if I dream of going home, I can still smell the traffic jam. Your trip to Longshang, my dream is in my boudoir.
Jade chopsticks fall in thousands of rows, and the silver bed is half empty. I sleep in the spring, and I am fascinated by screens.
In the hazy dream, the wanderer is in western Liaoning. There is no figure in the boudoir candle, but Luo Ping has a dream soul.
I'm tired of music recently, and I watch the military gate all day. Clouds send rain to Kansai, and winds spread from north to autumn.
Lonely lights make people dream, and cold pestle makes people homesick. Tears are hard to burn, and jade sells well.
Walking with the bright moon, dreams are far away. The bottle began to run out last night, and now the urn is open.
Love love love, come to the restaurant. Celebrate the ninth festival in the evening and climb five thousand on the mountain.
When you are drunk, you will meet the saints, and when you dream, you will find the immortals. Shen Rujun's "in my heart forever" two geese are hard to send, but they are too worried to dream.
May the lonely moon shine on Fu Bo camp. Since its abandonment, Zheng Gugu has spent more than half a century in the elegant house of Xishu ... Four rhymes hang on every thought and smell the words, and the rainy night reaches the meditation bed.
Haven't seen you again, the cinema Qiu Guang sparkles. Lonely clouds will eventually break the contract, and thin officials will be hurt.
Dream around the Changsong Pagoda, burning a wick in the distance. Bin Xu spent the night in Jingshan, and his relatives and friends met with different situations, and occasionally stopped the boat.
There are no restrictions, but there is nothing to talk about when we meet. Always sitting in disbelief and dreams, feeling anxious and uneasy.
It's easier to be famous than to be late. It's time to go. Bin Xu Hannan, who is pregnant with friends, returned to the East in the west. Why did he meet him?
Dreaming of Wu Yueshui, I hate the deep Hunan Han Zhong. Cumulus clouds open the way, and snow peaks overlap.
Who knows that when I am old, I pity your sudden appearance. Cui Tu's title is Songyang hermit's dream for forty years, and his official career refers to a hill.
No one has lived together for a long time, and cranes repair ghosts. Grass mingled with fields, springs and streams of stone slurry.
Even more disrespectful to the old genealogy, it is suspected that it is autumn on earth. Wu Shan Temple in Cuitu looks like a whimper, which should hurt the spring of the old country.
Jiangshan is not the old master, sex is the predecessor. Dreamer, the spirit is still blessed by Chu people.
I wonder where it will be in thousands of years. In William's hometown, Cuitu Spring Festival Evening is full of flowers, but the dream of Jianglou is still incomplete.
If you want to live half your life, it's hard to live forever. Li Tejue is flawless, and acacia grass has orchids.
I was disappointed in the spring of two years, unlike in Chang 'an. Cui Tu's gathering friends in autumn night has accumulated a lot of merits, and the stars and the moon are frosty.
I should be as withdrawn as I am, and I will be happy with you. After the monk returns to the moon, poetry becomes a guest dream.
More smell the crane police, clear dew and loose drops. Cui Tu stayed at the top of Lushan Mountain, left Duan Lin and saw Qianfeng.
If you are idle for a long time, it should be difficult to arrive temporarily. Despite the burial of the old, the window of the monk is cold.
I felt unwilling, so I dreamed of Chang 'an. Cui Tu reads autumn nights, it's time to go out.
White doesn't happen early, Qingyun goes late. I only want to go to the country in my dream, but I can't track him.
Strengthen my way, I still have a clear conscience. In early August, Han Wo left home and went to Qian Shan for the first time.
There is only a dream on the face, and it is silent when crying. The ancestral seats are scattered, and the horses are in the empty suburbs.
Self-pity is not knowledge, embarrassment is fame. Han Wo wants to get rid of window talk and restore his youth.
I always meet before I want to leave. I hate endless books. I am extremely suspicious.
I am disappointed in Taoyuan Road, but I only dream of it. Wu Rong sent Master Guangli to Zidian for a long time in the east and Haimen in the east.
Furong knows it's a dream, don't be ecstatic. A bird that gets up early in the morning becomes an ape.
The mountain should be old when it is heavy. Wu Rong sent Tongguan early, and the sky collapsed at the beginning of the month. His dream is still alive.
The trees are dark and the jade steps are cold. The official patrol ends with suffering, and the life experience is quiet.
Struggle is like hiding in the mountains, rushing with the clouds and pillows. Wu Rongdie fell in love, and the smoke in the South Garden was slightly exposed.
To live is to live together, and to fly is to fly. Grass is shallow and sorrow, flowers are residual and cherish the sunset glow.
Zheng Zhun sent the border people to stay here for a long time, but they fainted for a long time. A piece of heart is a solution, and a dream is a bridge.
Holy ze is like bait, and the battlefield is over. When the cool breeze is for me, I will make an anvil sound one by one.
Wei Zhuang's sadness and avoidance of sadness are unforgettable. Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples.
No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, He Xiang is drunk hometown.
Wei Zhuang is still very emotional about the disease of drinking and making friends, and he is self-centered. All life is a dream. It's better to sing than to sigh.
Snow is beautiful, clear and deep. If you leave your boss at will, you will get drunk and never touch your chin.
Wei Zhuang's Mourning of Spring is full of sadness, but he hates spring even longer. Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully.
Sleep with fear and dreams and relax. There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered.
Wang Zhenbai Nagato complained about two lonely spring songs in the Forbidden City, and the remnants of the lights still exist. I have never been a concubine, and occasionally I am ungrateful.
Flowers hurt the temples, and warblers wake the soul. If Cui Hua can stay, she should avoid the old door.
Bai Juyi wrote some handwritten poems in Huangfuzezhou on the moonlit night in early winter. Because of the dispatch of the newspaper, I even wrote two or three long sentences with seven or eight lines of tin foil and silver hooks. The heart is chasing books and newspapers, and the dream is looking for a way around the sheep.
There are many bright months in the south of the water, and the cold in the north of the mountain is full of first frost. I hate to spill newly cooked wine, because it doesn't taste in winter.
Bai Juyi dreamed of traveling hand in hand at night, but she didn't cry in the morning. Zhangpu was sick three times, and the grass trees in Xianyang returned to autumn eight times.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ahan Weilang went to the same place, but the night station was confused and I didn't know.
Bai Juyi, Yang Shuqin sent a new poem, which is full of idle thoughts ... When he reported it, he was idle and drove the old lady away. A healthy and tall body should be gilded, and a tall one should be called a white beard.
If you talk about dust, please rest assured Yun Xin. Advance and retreat are all dreams, and mountains are no different.
It is no accident that Bai Juyi replaced books with poems, and praised Chao Shangshu's idea of sending books. His dream lies in Lin Quan. I would like to be a misty couple in the valley of fools, thinking about the fate of an empty door.
Every humiliated minister pays attention as soon as possible, and self-pity laity is sick. I don't know if I can wait for my heart. My alma mater was in June, 1967.
A glorious tour of Hangzhou thick place, send poetry Jiang village fall temporarily in autumn. The situation at that time was that Wen Jun was traveling alone. In Zhejiang, the wind and smoke remind us of ancient times, and the characters in Chu township were given stairs.
Books cover the fog, dreams cover the moon and apes worry. It is better to lie in Cangzhou than to miss an old friend for a long time.
Mou Rong saw off guests in Hangzhou, and the west wind blew through mink, and the wind was cold and rushing. Sails take the sunset over Pu, and hearts follow the bright moon to Hangzhou.