1. When the wind blows and the moon comes, the flowing water and the clouds find no place. ——Liu Zhen's "Jade House Spring·Exploring Plum Blossoms in the East Mountain"
2. Teach people how to avoid hurting their feelings. ——Liu Guo's "Willow Shaoqing·Farewell to Lu Meipo"
3. The tree at the head of the inkstone washing pond at my house has flowers blooming with faint ink marks. ——Wang Mian's "Mo Mei"
4. The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the smoke and the orchids are weeping with dew. ——Yan Shu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about smoke orchids and weeping dew"
5. The wine is beautiful and the plums are sour, just like a person's embrace. ——Li Qingzhao's "Die Lian Hua·Shang Si Zhao Relatives"
6. If you want to wear fragrance and powder, it is difficult to learn colorful makeup. ——Xin Qiji's "Ruihexian·Fu Mei"
7. The soft green pole adds to the plum rain, and the light yellow shirt can withstand the wind of lotus root silk. ——Wang Shizhen, "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River: Where the Song Begins"
8. The cherries of Xishu are also turning red, and the savages are giving them gifts full of Yun cages. ——Du Fu's "Savages Send Zhu Ying"
9. A few half-dry and half-live buds are blooming, and a few are about to open but contain fragrant buds. ——"Nine-Character Ode to Plum Blossoms" in the Ming Dynasty
10. Thank you plum blossoms for singing with me. ——Han Huang's "High Balcony·New Year's Eve"
11. Peach and apricot are faintly fragrant. ——Li Guan's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Spring Evening"
12. Once there was a feast in the deep cave of Taoyuan, with a song of dancing luan and singing of phoenix. ——Li Cunxu's "Like a Dream Ling·Zeng Banquet in the Deep Cave of Taoyuan"
13. There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. ——Wang Anshi's "Plum"
14. If you want to give me a gift thousands of miles away, you will be separated by mountains and rivers. ——Liu Zongyuan's "Early Plum Blossoms"
15. Neither a ghost nor a fairy, just a song of peach blossom water. ——Xin Qiji's "Shengchazi·Wandering alone in Yuyan"
In the 16th and February, spring flowers are tired of falling plum blossoms. ——Yan Jidao "Huanxisha·February spring flowers are tired of falling plum blossoms"
17. A peach blossom tree smiles alone at people. ——Zhang Huiyan's "The Romantic Son: Seeing Peach Blossoms upon Leaving the Border"
18. The setting sun is red on the backs of wild geese. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Yulou Chun·Peach Creek is not a place to live calmly"
19. On the bank of willows, the fragrance of mud is half and plum rain. ——Wu Wenying "Shuangshuangyan·After the Little Peach Farewell"
20. There is no wind in the middle of the night, the new rain has stopped, the moon is cool, and the dew welcomes the beads into the round lotus. ——Yan Xuan's "Ding Feng Bo·The River is sinking and the sails are passing by"
21. The color of bamboo is green under the stream, and the lotus is fragrant in the mirror. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to Chu Yong in Yanzhong"
22. The clouds turn with the singing of the green water, and the snow wraps around the red silk dancing sleeves. ——Yan Jidao "Partridge Sky·Mei Rui's new makeup and osmanthus leaf eyebrows"
23. The snowflakes are all like the calyx of a plum blossom. ——Wang Xu "Treading on the Shasha·Looking at Plum Blossoms in the Snow"
24. There is no limit to the light cold and drizzle. ——Qin Guan's "Poppy Poppies·Peach Blossoms and Dew in the Sky"
25. When all the cherries fall, the spring returns, and the butterflies turn over and fly into golden powder. ——Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy·Returns in Spring after the Cherry Blossoms Fall"
26. When I remember farewell, I went out with tears to see each other off. ——Li Cunxu's "Like a Dream Ling·Zeng Banquet in the Deep Cave of Peach Garden"
27. Thousands of plum blossom branches have fallen, still feeling passionate, imitating snow and turning with the wind. ——Feng Yansi, "Magpies Stepping on the Branches, Thousands of Plum Blossoms Fall from the Branches"
28. I wonder if any of the trees in the garden are real plums. ——Zhao Gu's "Happy Zhang Feng's Admission"
Twenty-nine, deep regret and careful thinking are not as good as peaches and apricots, but they are still married to the east wind. ——Zhang Xian's "A Cluster of Flowers·When Gao Huaiyuan will be poor"
At the age of 30, the plum blossoms on Wenjiang Road have not yet bloomed. ——Cheng Gai's "Cool Acacia·The moon hangs in the frost and the forest is about to fall"
31. How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without going through a bone-chilling cold? ——"Ode to a Discourse in the Hall" by Zen Master Huang He
Thirty-two, the plum will be jealous, the chrysanthemum should be ashamed. ——Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Sky·Osmanthus"
Thirty-three, the peaches and plums in Yichuan are fragrant, and the cold food and wine in the mountains bring spring back. ——Song Zhiwen's "Cold Food Returns Lu Hun's Farewell Industry"
Thirty-four, the piles of plum powder are piled on the steps without sweeping, and the early spring is passing by leisurely. ——Wu Yifeng's "Linjiang Fairy·Guests are tired of sleeping and listening to the late night rain"
Thirty-five, the flying bridge is faintly separated by the wild smoke, and the fishing boats are on the west bank of Shiji. ——Zhang Xu "Peach Blossom Stream"
Thirty-six. The rain stopped, the lotus leaves smelled fragrant, and the cicadas and poplar trees were noisy on the shore. ——Yan Xuan's "Linjiang Fairy·The strong fragrance of lotus and wildflowers when the rain stops"
Thirty-seven, one branch breaks the spring of Yuxi first. ——Xin Qiji's "Linjiang Fairy Exploring Plum Blossoms"
Thirty-eight, thousands of trees are about to break due to the cold, but the solitary root is warm and alone. ——Qi Ji's "Early Plum Blossoms"
Thirty-nine, the silk mat is like a cold jade pillow on the bed, where is the beauty drunk with yellow flowers. ——Wang Yuanliang "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River·Nine Days in Youzhou"
Forty, the spring breeze is uncertain and the plum blossoms are falling lightly. ——Wu Wenying's "Drunk Taoyuan·Yuan Ri"
Forty-one, the sound of the trumpet blew through the small plum blossoms. ——Zhao Changqing, "Ruan Lang Gui·Meeting Plum Blossoms among Guests"
Forty-two, the flute plays plum blossom music, and the knife opens the bright moon ring. ——Li Bai's "Army Journey"
Forty-three, because the guests are treated with gold and lotus. ——Huang Tingjian's "Niannujiao·Broken Rainbow Jiyu"
Forty-four, it is the festival of east hedge chrysanthemums, who are wearing them to show off. ——Du Fu's "Nine Days to Send Cen Ginseng"
Forty-five, buy flowers and wine in Chang'an City, and compete with each other, and see peaches and plums in the mountains.
——Ouyang Xiu's "The Sapphire Case·How many spring events come every year"
Forty-six. There is a beautiful woman in the southern country, as beautiful as a peach or a plum. ——Cao Zhi's "Miscellaneous Poems: There's a Beautiful Woman in the South"
Forty-seven, the green mountains are green and slender, and the ripples are clear and shallow. ——Wang Yisun's "Fa Qu Xian Xian Yin·Jujing Pavilion Plum Grass Window Rhyme"
Forty-eight. The sound of leakage on the fifth night reminds the arrow of dawn, and the ninefold spring scenery intoxicates the fairy peach. ——Du Fu's "Fenghe Jia Zhishe Ren Goes to the Daming Palace in the Morning"
Forty-nine, the rain is clear, the wind is warm and the smoke is light, the weather is intoxicating. ——Huang Tingjian "Complaining of Heartfelt Love·Little Peach Blossoms Willows and Willows"
Fifty, the chrysanthemums are dark and the lotus withers after a night of frost. ——Su Shi's "Huanxi Sand·Ode to Oranges"
51. Go west to Lotus Mountain and see the stars all the way. ——Li Bai's "Ancient Style·Qi"
Fifty-two, the peach red contains the rain, and the willow green contains the morning smoke. ——Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music·Part 1"
Fifty-three, it is good to have a clear dream at night, it should be from Nanzhi. ——Li Qingzhao's "Linjiang Fairy Plum"
Fifty-four, the bonus is easy to fade like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's worry. ——Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poems: Mountains Full of Peach Blossoms"
Fifty-five, peach blossoms spring on the river, and mandarin ducks bathe on the water. ——Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man: Good Spring Scenery in Luoyang City"
Fifty-six, the sea is still startling and the rhinoceros suddenly disappears, shining on the bottom of the water, the corals are alive. ——Zhang Yan's "Sparse Shadow·Plum Shadow"
Fifty-seven, the grass is smoked and the wind is warm and the bridle is shaking. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Treading the Shasha·Waiting for the Broken Plum Blossoms in the Pavilion"
Fifty-eight, picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain. ——Tao Yuanming, "Drinking·Qi"
Fifty-nine, it is difficult to combine beautiful scenery with good times, and he should feel melancholy on this day. ——Liu Yuxi "Playing with the Moon in the Peach Garden on the Night of August 15th"
60. The peaches are not yet fragrant and the apricots are not yet red, and the east wind smiles before the cold. ——Cao Xueqin "The word "red" is obtained by chanting red plum blossoms"
61. Beautiful eyebrows, frosty snow, peach blossoms, green bones and green marrow, beautiful growth. ——Li Bai's "The Mountain Man Encourages Drinking"
Sixty-two, leaning against the east wind, smiling brightly, looking forward to the thousands of flowers falling shyly. ——Xin Qiji's "Ruihexian·Fu Mei"
Sixty-three, spring is thick in the fairy garden, the peach blossoms are blooming, and the branches are ready to be climbed and broken. ——Ruan Yinu's "Flower Heart: Spring Poems"
Sixty-four. After the little peach faded, a pair of swallows flew to several families. ——Wu Wenying "Shuangshuangyan·Little Peach Thank You"
Sixty-five, wait for the old man to go to China. ——Sun Daoxuan's "Didi Jin·Plum"
Sixty-six, although I am ashamed that the autumn appearance of the old garden is light, let's see the yellow flowers fragrant in the late festival. ——Han Qi's "Nine Days Water Pavilion"
Sixty-seven, floating like a guest coming to cross the ridge, falling like a scholar going to Hunan. ——Liu Kezhuang's "Falling Plum Blossoms"
Sixty-eight, leaning against the railing alone, late at night, the flowers are cold. ——Zhu Shuzhen's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Ode to Plum Blossoms"
69. Poor Jiangpu, there are no Luoyang people. ——Song Zhiwen "The cold food on the way is sent to Cui Rong by Huangmei Linjiang Station"
70. A spring branch flies by, hating the east wind and people as far away as the sky. ——Wang Yisun's "Fa Qu Xian Xian Yin·Jujing Pavilion Mei Ci Grass Window Rhyme" Poems about the beautiful moon (70 lines)
1. The dawn moon temporarily flies high in the trees, and the autumn river is separated by several peaks to the west. ——Han Hong's "Su Shiyi Mountain"
2. The missing moon hanging on the sparse tung trees breaks one's initial tranquility. ——Su Shi's "Bu Shuzi·Residence at Dinghui Yuan in Huangzhou"
3. The wind blows in the bamboo above the window, and the moon shines brightly. ——Lv Wei Lao "Xiaochhong Mountain·Tanabata Sickness"
4. There is frost at night in Jianjia, Shuiguo, and the moon is cold and the mountains are green. ——Xue Tao's "Farewell to Friends"
5. The plum blossoms fall in the evening breeze in the courtyard. The light clouds come and go and the moon is sparse. ——Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha · A bun hurts the lazy spring and makes it more combed"
6. This year's laughter will be followed by next year's, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be spent leisurely. ——Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing/Pipa Yin"
7. When the moon is dark, you can see fishing lanterns and a single firefly. ——Zha Shenxing's "What You See in Zhou Ye Shu"
8. The wind blows on the ancient trees, it rains on sunny days, the moon shines on the flat sand, and there is frost on summer nights. ——Bai Juyi's "Jiang Tower Recruiting Guests at Night"
9. Geng Xiehe, sparse stars and pale moon, broken clouds. ——Zhang Yuanqian's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom and Sending Hu Bangheng to Xinzhou"
10. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of heartbreaking bells in the rain at night. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
11. The dark dust follows the horse, and the bright moon follows the person. ——Su Weiwei's "The Fifteenth Night of the First Month"
12. Singing together at King Xian's Chun Yue Mansion, the moon outside the Jinliang Bridge is like frost. ——Li Mengyang's "Yuanxi Festival in Bianjing"
13. Now that Li Bai has passed away, how full and waning is the moon in the blue sky? ——Tang Yin's "Singing Wine to the Moon"
14. The moon is falling and the sand is leveling the river. I can see all the reed flowers and no wild geese. ——Zhang Yan's "Qing Ping Le·Hou Chu Qi Duan"
15. The mountains are high and the moon is small, and the water comes out. ——Su Shi's "Hou Chibi Ode"
16. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once returned with colorful clouds. ——Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal: High Locks on the Tower after Dream"
17. People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is an ancient matter. ——Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival"
18. People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
——Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion"
19. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang road is endless. ——Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night"
20. The moon rises above the east mountain and wanders among the bullfights. ——Su Shi's "Ode to the Former Red Cliff"
21. The ancient temple is sparse with bells, and the distant mist breaks through the moon. ——Li He's "Thirteen Poems of Nanyuan"
Twenty-two, half a day of cold moonlight, a flute of wine to drink people's hearts. ——Yuan Mei "Borrowing the garden at night to see the master sitting under the moon and playing the flute"
23. There is no one in the courtyard. The moon is bright in autumn, and the night frost is about to clear up first. ——Zhang Lei "Sitting at Night, No One in the Courtyard, Autumn Moon Bright"
Twenty-four, Mid-Autumn Moon. The moon is brighter during the Mid-Autumn Festival. ——Xu Youzhen's "Mid-Autumn Moon·Mid-Autumn Moon"
Twenty-five, carry the flying immortals to travel, hold the bright moon and live forever. ——Su Shi's "Qian Chibi Fu"
26. The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost. ——Li Yi "Listening to the Flute in Shoujiang City at Night"
Twenty-seven, half of the moon is falling in bed, and the crickets are sick, and the wild geese are late in the cold clouds thousands of miles away. ——Cao Xueqin's "Remnant Chrysanthemum"
28. People cannot reach the bright moon, but the moon travels with people. ——Li Bai's "Ask the Moon about Wine·My old friend Jia Chun ordered me to ask about it"
29. The moon is bright on the river, and the wild geese are passing by, and there are many trees in Huainan falling in Chushan. ——Liu Changqing "Farewell to Xue Liuliu and Eighty-two Members in Jiangzhou"
Thirty, the dawn moon falls, the clouds are faint, and I am speechless and sleep on my pillow frequently. ——Li Yu's "The Migrant Orioles·The Falling Dawn Moon"
Thirty-one, the osmanthus flies to the place where the light shines, soaking it in the cold for a day. ——Su Shi's "Niannujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival"
Thirty-two, the mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. ——Meng Haoran's "The Great Summer Pavilion in the South Pavilion"
Thirty-three, it is not like the autumn light, it only shines on people who are leaving. ——Su Shi's "Reduced Words Magnolia·Spring Moon"
Thirty-four, the rain has passed the moon, and it is cold in Yuanyangpu. ——Liu Yong's "Licorice Autumn Twilight"
Thirty-five, the poor moon tonight refuses to go down to the west chamber. ——Wang Tingyun's "Quatrain·Bamboo Shadow and Poetry"
Thirty-six. The dawn moon passes over the remaining barrier, and the stars are in the old pass. ——Sikong Shu "Send the people back north after the thieves are defeated"
Thirty-seven. Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. ——Bai Juyi's "Reminiscences of Jiangnan·Reminiscences of Jiangnan"
Thirty-eight, the surface of Songpai Mountain is covered with thousands of greens, and the moon is like a pearl in the heart of the wave. ——Bai Juyi's "Spring Title on the Lake"
Thirty-nine, the bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows up the stone. ——Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence in the Dark Autumn"
Forty, under the moon, the flying mirror is filled with clouds and sea towers. ——Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"
Forty-one, under the crystal curtain, look at the exquisite autumn moon. ——Li Bai's "Jade Level Resentment"
42. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower. ——Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Autumn with the Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and Remaining Jade Mats"
Forty-three, the moon follows the shadow of the bow, and Hu Shuang brushes the sword flowers. ——Li Bai's "Six Songs under the Forty-Four"
Forty-four, the stars hang down on the plains and the fields are vast, and the moon surges into the river. ——Du Fu's "Walking at Night"
Forty-five, when the bright moon comes over the empty river, the clouds and water are vast and the river is lost. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Late Parking in Yueyang"
Forty-six, I sleep on my pillow for several autumns, and the toad plays its early string. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Xiaoxiao Jiye Wind and Rain"
Forty-seven, the spring scenery is so annoying that I can't sleep, and the moon moves the shadows of flowers on the railings. ——Wang Anshi's "Spring Night"
Forty-eight, the situation is limited to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is very beautiful, and the moon is not round. ——Xin Qiji's "Magnolia Slowly·Chuzhou Farewell to Fan Wu"
Forty-nine, but seeing the night coming from the sea, I would rather know that it has disappeared into the clouds. ——Li Bai's "Ask the Moon about Wine·My old friend Jia Chun ordered me to ask about it"
Fifty. The bright moon scares magpies on its branches, and cicadas chirp in the breeze in the middle of the night. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon on the West River·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road"
Fifty-one, the evening clouds have turned to dew, and I am learning to fan at the beginning of the new year, and the word "saihong" comes like a thread. ——Zhou Deqing's "Sai Hongqiu·Xunyang Scenery"
Fifty-two, the blue sky is vast and bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform. ——Li Bai's "Sleepwalking Tianmu's Songs Leave a Farewell/Farewell to the Dukes of Donglu"
Fifty-three, I can't stop hearing the excitement, and the autumn moon shines on the Great Wall. ——Wang Changling's "Seven Poems on the Military March"
54. If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel. ——Mi Fu "Climb the Tower and Look at the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival"
55. I only hope that when singing and drinking, the moonlight will always shine in the golden bottle. ——Li Bai's "Ask the Moon about Wine·My old friend Jia Chun ordered me to ask about it"
Fifty-six, fireflies are flying in the autumn windows, and the frost is late in the month. ——Li Bai's "Six Songs under the Forbidden City"
Fifty-seven, the smoke cage is cold, the moon is caged in the sand, and I stay in Qinhuai at night near a restaurant. ——Du Mu's "Parking in Qinhuai"
Fifty-eight, the water in Lu is pure and clear, and the moon is clear and the egrets are flying. ——Li Bai's "Seventeen Songs of Qiupu"
Fifty-nine, sad for eternity, Qinhuai is a bright moon! ——Sadula's "Niannujiao·Climbing the Stone City to the Second Dongpo Rhyme"
60. The Hu bottle fell off his arms with a thin purple sweat, and the autumn moon in the west of the city broke into pieces. ——Wang Changling's "Seven Poems on the Military March"
Sixty-one, the moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
——Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"
Sixty-two, the bright moon, the bright moon, the sound of Hujia disappears with sorrow. ——Dai Shulun's "Zhuanyingqu·Biancao"
Sixty-three, you can't get drunk when seeing off guests in a high building, in the heart of the lonely cold river and the bright moon. ——Wang Changling's "Two Farewells to Xin Jian in Furong Tower"
Sixty-four, carrying a plate alone out of the desolate moon, Weicheng is far away and the sound of waves is small. ——Li He's "The Golden Bronze Immortal's Ci Han Song"
65. The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook. ——Li He's "Twenty-three Horse Poems·Part 1"
Sixty-six, I went up to the west tower alone without words, the moon was like a hook. ——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting·Speechless Heading to the West Tower Alone"
Sixty-seven, the moon is on the willow branches, and people make appointments after dusk. ——Ouyang Xiu "Shengchazi·Yuanxi"
Sixty-eight, the Milky Way is quiet on a cold night in late autumn, and the moon is bright in the courtyard of the deep courtyard. ——Yin E's "Linjiang Fairy·The Milky Way is Quiet on a Cold Night in Late Autumn"
Sixty-nine, leaning against Zhulan alone at dusk. Southwest crescent eyebrow. ——Feng Yansi's "Qing Ping Le·Rain, Clear Smoke and Night"
Seventy. The slanting moon shines on the curtains, recalling you and your dreams. ——Mao Xizhen's "Bodhisattva Man, Pear Blossoms Fill the Courtyard with Fragrant Snow" Beautiful Spring Poems (70)
1. Before I realized the dream of spring grass in the pond, the phoenix leaves in front of the steps had already sounded the sound of autumn. ——Zhu Xi's "Occasionally"
2. Autumn is deep, separation and hatred are bitter, and the courtyard is full of wind and rain for several nights. ——Sun Guangxian's "Gengluzi·Deep Autumn"
3. I am often afraid that the autumn wind will come early and you won't know how it will drift. ——Lu Zhaolin's "Lotus in Quchi"
4. The three autumn leaves that have fallen off can bloom February flowers. ——Li Qiao's "Wind"
5. I quietly recall the autumn of last year, when the tung trees fell at the head of the old stream. ——Yan Jidao's "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings: Quietly Reminiscing about Last Autumn with a Wine Glass"
6. How many guests from far away have never returned, but they use the fence to watch the autumn wind. ——Tang Yin's "Chrysanthemum"
7. It's late in autumn, and the wind is desolate. ——Tao Yuanming, "September 9th, Jiyou Year"
8. The bright moon is on the green mountains at night, and the sky is white with dew in autumn. ——Li Qiao's "Dwelling in Tongfu Mountain on Chinese Valentine's Day"
9. The grass on the tomb of King E is separated, and the desolate and dangerous stones and beasts in autumn are everywhere. ——Zhao Mengfu, "The Tomb of King Yue'e"
10. The Milky Way is quiet on a cold night in late autumn, and the moon is bright in the courtyard of the deep courtyard. ——Yin E's "Linjiang Fairy·The Milky Way is Quiet in the Cold Night of Late Autumn"
11. The autumn wind crosses the river at night and blows away the Yanmen Mulberry. ——Wang Changling's "Song under the Sea·Crossing the River in the Autumn Wind"
12. The autumn water of Nanhu Lake is smokeless at night, and you can ride the current straight to the sky. ——Li Bai's "Five Poems on a Tour of Dongting Lake"
13. It is not inevitable that the autumn air will be sad, but the slight cold is a pleasant day. ——Yang Wanli's "Late Steps in the Coolness of Autumn"
14. Come to see me off, it is the late autumn of my motherland, and the weather is beginning to be calm. ——Wang Anshi's "Guizhixiang·Going to see off"
15. Jade dew and golden wind announce the pure autumn, and the needle upstairs is full of sorrow. ——De Rong's "Two Poems on Chinese Valentine's Day"
16. On the Shuangyu River in the evening of autumn, the children are in front of the lamp late at night. ——Xin Qiji's "Magnolia Slow·Chuzhou Sends Fan Wu"
17. The dawn moon temporarily flies high in the trees, and the autumn river is separated by several peaks to the west. ——Han Hong's "Su Shiyi Mountain"
18. Homesickness is unbearable, oranges and pomeloes are so sad, who is willing to respect the king and grandson when traveling. ——Tan Yongzhi's "Autumn Stay in the Xiangjiang River and Encountered Rain"
19. After the rain dimmed and the lamps were gone, the geese came to sleep alone. ——Du Mu's "Late Autumn in Qi'an County"
20. The green maples rustle in the rain, and the autumn colors look far away and make you feel lost in Chu. ——Li Panlong's "Send Off to Mingqing in Jiangxi"
21. Jianggao Tower looks at the Qianchao Temple, and the autumn scenery enters the Qinhuai River. ——Xu Zaisi's "Full Moon, Nostalgia for the Past"
Twenty-two, Mid-Autumn Festival. The moon is brighter during the Mid-Autumn Festival. ——Xu Youzhen's "Mid-Autumn Moon·Mid-Autumn Moon"
23. The crowds are cold, the oranges and pomeloes are cold, and the autumn colors are old sycamores. ——Li Bai's "Autumn Climb to the North Tower of Xie Zhen in Xuancheng"
24. When autumn comes, we look at each other and still feel proud of Ge Hong. ——Du Fu's "Gift to Li Bai"
25. The autumn wind knows we will meet again next year, so don't miss lovesickness after we break up for the time being. ——Cao Xueqin's "Remnant Chrysanthemum"
26. The poem was written on the red leaves, and the hatred was sent eastward. ——Yan Jidao's "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings· Quietly Reminiscing Last Autumn with a Wine Glass"
Twenty-seven, the ancient garrison was full of wild geese in autumn, and the wind was blowing on thousands of trees on the high platform. ——Qu Dajun's "Lu Liantai"
Twenty-eight, Danyang Guoli saw off the boat, knowing the autumn of the two places. ——Yan Wei's "Danyang Sends Wei off to Join the Army"
29. Mei will be jealous, and Ju should be ashamed. The opening of the painting lantern crowns the Mid-Autumn Festival. ——Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Sky·Osmanthus"
Thirty, dawn welcomes the autumn dew, and a new branch does not occupy the most beautiful spring in the garden. ——Du Mu's "Lagerstroemia"
Thirty-one, the clatter of autumn cicadas sounds like a kite, listening to the cicadas walking leisurely beside the willows. ——Xu Ji's "Autumn Journey"
Thirty-two, the broken rainbow and the rain clear the autumn sky, and the mountains are dyed with new green. ——Huang Tingjian's "Niannujiao·Broken Rainbow Jiyu"
Thirty-three, autumn clouds rise in the desert, and the night is cold. ——Bai Juyi's "Light Rain Night Journey"
Thirty-four. When the swallows are about to return, the west wind blew in the tall buildings last night.
——Yan Shu "Broken Array·The Season of Swallows Returning"
Thirty-five, why are chrysanthemums so miserable, suffering from these two Double Ninth Festivals? ——Li Bai's "Events on September 10th"
Thirty-six, Xiao Xiao. Outside the sparse forest, half of the autumn mountains are covered with sunset. ——Kou Zhun's "The Pavilion Wall on the River of Books"
Thirty-seven. The sound of two mandarin ducks and the sound of autumn leaves on the corridor. ——Wu Wenying's "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou·Lingyan Accompanying Yu Mu's Dukes on a Tour"
Thirty-eight, garrison drums interrupt the pedestrian line, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn. ——Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"
Thirty-nine, it's cold in the pillow bed and the stream hall is almost autumn. When the clouds are broken, the water will be collected later. ——Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky·Ehu Returns to Disease"
Forty. The autumn leaves of Jinjing Wutong are yellow, and the bead curtains are not rolled up by night frost. ——Wang Changling's "Long Faith and Resentment"
Forty-one, the faint horizontal smoke brings deep autumn thoughts. ——Liu Dao's "Autumn Dawn on the Xiangjiang River"
42. The leaves have not yet fallen in Dongting, and Xiaoxiang is about to grow in autumn. ——Xu Zhenqing's "Writing in Wuchang"
Forty-three, the mountains are green in spring, the trees are green in autumn, and people are in Wuling River. ——Liu Ji's "Eye of Mei·Autumn Thoughts"
Forty-four, the heavy frost is all the painstaking efforts, sprinkled on Qianfeng Qiuye Dan. ——Qi Jiguang's "Looking at the Tower"
Forty-five, the autumn rain is so blue, the mountains are leaning against the clear sky. ——Fang Yue's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Pingshan Hall with Dongpo Rhyme"
Forty-six. The clear clouds cover the house, and the autumn water floats down the steps and cuts through the canal. ——Du Fu's "Bachelor's Thatched Cottage"
Forty-seven, how long is it to be apart for one day, and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival seven times. ——Su Che's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Xuzhou Mid-Autumn Festival"
Forty-eight, the west wind comes to persuade the cool clouds to go, and the east of the sky lets go of the golden mirror. ——Shi Dazu's "Qitianle·Mid-Autumn Stay at Zhendingyi"
49. Autumn dawn on frosty days, Zhengzi plugs the old base, and yellow clouds fade the grass. ——Cai Ting's "Happy Orioles·Autumn Dawn on Frosty Sky"
50. There are ancient trees beside the city, and the sound of autumn continues day and night. ——Li Bai's "A Letter to Du Fu from Sand Dune City"
Fifty-one, Sanxiang is worried about the autumn colors on the temples, and faces the bright moon when returning from thousands of miles away. ——Lulu Lun's "Late Visit to Ezhou"
Fifty-two, I resigned to Grandma Tian, ??and I was lying on the autumn frost while brushing the stone. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to Chu Yong in Yanzhong"
Fifty-three, Luo Wei cries in autumn in Jinjinglan, and the frost is desolate and the mat is cold. ——Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc·Qi"
Fifty-four, the setting sun rises from the dust, and the horseman hunts in the clear autumn. ——Xin Qiji's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Zhou Ci Yangzhou Harmony with People"
Fifty-five, ten rounds of frost shadows turn to the courtyard, and this night, people are alone in the corner. ——Yan Shu's "Mid-Autumn Moon"
Fifty-six, the beautiful woman fishes with a fiber hook. Autumn comes at night in Yuemingchi Pavilion. ——Wu Wenying's "Huanxisha Autumn Love"
Fifty-seven, the autumn scenery comes to the empty boudoir, sweeping the sycamore leaves at night. ——Xia Wanchun's "Bu Shuzi·Autumn Colors Arrive in the Konggui"
58. The cloud scenery is beautiful today, the water is green and the autumn mountains are bright. ——Li Bai's "Nine Days"
Fifty-nine, the dew in the heart is as clear as lead water, and another night, the west wind blows. ——Zhang Yan's "Sparse Shadows·Ode to Lotus Leaves"
Sixty. At dusk, the autumn smoke rises, and the maple trees flutter in the woods. ——Dai Shulun's "Passing the Sanlu Temple"
61. Drinking horses crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. ——Wang Changling's "Four Songs from the Past"
Sixty-two, old age is sad, autumn is strong and self-forgiving, and when you are happy, you will be happy today. ——Du Fu's "Nine Days at Cui's Manor in Lantian"
Sixty-three, I don't see you in the clouds, but I feel sad for autumn at night. ——Ma Dai's "Three Nostalgic Poems on the Chu River·One"
Sixty-four, the Chu sky is thousands of miles clear, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is boundless. ——Xin Qiji's "Shuilongyin: Dengjiankang Shangxin Pavilion"
Sixty-five, remember the leaves inscribed on the frost at dawn, the autumn lanterns singing in the rain, and the boats that were tied to the long bridge. ——Wu Wenying's "Twelve Langs·Cuihong Bridge"
Sixty-six, Shang leaves fell into dry rain, and autumn clothes lay under single clouds. ——Meng Jiao's "Fifteen Poems of Autumn Embrace"
67. Bamboo leaves have no distinction between people, and chrysanthemums no longer need to bloom. ——Du Fu's "Five Poems in Nine Days·Qi"
Sixty-eight, last year, on the eve of Tobu, the bright moon was full of sorrow. ——Su Che's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Xuzhou Mid-Autumn Festival"
Sixty-nine, red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and travelers who travel thousands of miles away are prepared to travel. ——Yan Jidao "Siyuanren·Autumn Night with Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers"
Seventy, geese crow in the sky with red leaves, people are drunk in the field of yellow flowers, and banana rain sounds in autumn dreams. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Qingjiang Yin·Autumn Embrace" Beautiful pastoral poems (70)
1. After the light rain, people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait harvest red beans, and their slender hands are raised under the trees. ——Ouyang Jiong's "Nanxiangzi·The Road Enters Nanzhong"
2. The cattle are fierce, the fields are real, and the dry patches knock the cattle's hooves. ——Yuan Zhen's "Tian Jia Ci/Tian Jia Xing"
3. The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys. ——Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia"
4. Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Field·Qi"
5. The Tian family accounts for the climate, and it is said that this year will be rich. ——Meng Haoran's "Tian Jia Yuan Day"
6. Put on your morning clothes and stay away from the garden for the time being. ——Tao Yuanming's "The Beginning of the Song of Zhenjun and Joining the Army"
7. The green waves of spring fill the Qianpi, and the clouds are as far as the eye can see.
——Weizhuang "Rice Field"
8. Outside the white water field, behind the green peaks coming out of the mountain. ——Wang Wei's "New Clear Ambition"
9. An old friend invited me to Tian's house with chicken and millet. ——Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
10. Get on the bus and drive to Suqian North, where thousands of hectares of beautiful fields are spread out. ——Lu Wengui, "Encountering Snow on Suqian Road"
11. Birds carry wild grass in their mouths and stray into dry mulberry trees. ——Li Bai's "Grass in the Trees"
12. Farmers recruit boats to love buildings, and the spring grass is green for thousands of fields; ——Zhang Ji's "Lu Men Ji Shi"
13 , At that time, people did not realize the hardships of farmers, and they would say that the grain in the fields grew by itself. ——Yan Renyu's "Farmhouse"
14. The west wind blows in August and September, and the accumulated land turns yellow in autumn. ——Huang Xieqing's "Miscellaneous Odes of the Tian Family in Autumn"
15. To the north of the village and to the south of the village, it was only during the Grain Rain that all the land was plowed. Show the wheat, the hills, the mulberry leaves and the cheap. ——Fan Chengda's "Die Lian Hua·Spring rises and a pole adds water to the water"
16. Spring is early on the lake, and the Tian family has no leisure time. ——Qiu Wei's "Inscription on Farmer's Cottage"
17. The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Qi"
18. There is no suitable vulgar charm, and one's nature is to love hills and mountains. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Field·Qi"
19. It is easy to deal with money and money in the desolate mountains. ——Wang Shouren "Relegated to Liangjue, please learn from the poems of the farmer general Tian Nanshan to express your feelings"
20. Cuckoo Feifei advises to plow early, and to pound the hoe to take advantage of the spring. ——Yao Nai's "Mountain Travel· Cuckoo Feifei Encourages Early Plowing"
21. Several clumps of sand and grass and gulls scattered, and a heron flew across the vast river field. ——Wen Tingyun, "Lizhou Crossing to the South"
22. Thousand-story stone trees are walking along the road, and the sound of water flowing from the mountains and fields is heard. ——Yao Nai's "Mountain Travel·Cuckoo Feifei Encourages Early Plowing"
23. Calling for children in the middle of the night to plow at dawn, the weak cattle are gradually struggling to walk. ——Yan Renyu's "Farmhouse"
24. Going out to the grass in the morning, the mountains are cold and frost is easy to fall. ——Wang Shouren "Relegated to Liangjue, please learn from the peasant general Tian Nanshan's chants and express your feelings"
25. The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules. ——Weng Juan "April in the Countryside"
26. There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death. ——Li Shen's "Two Ancient Poems/Two Poems of Compassion for Farmers"
27. Go out the front door alone and look at the wild fields, the moon is bright and the buckwheat flowers are like snow. ——Bai Juyi's "Village Night"
28. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Field·Qi"
Twenty-nine, the fields are full of water, the rice leaves are in full bloom, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low. ——Xu Ji's "Xinliang"
Thirty. Once you cry in the city, all your tears will return to the fields. ——Yuan Jie's "The Revenge of Farmers and Ministers"
Thirty-one. Water surrounds the fields, bamboos surround the fences, and all the elm money falls, and the hibiscus flowers are sparse. ——Zhang Shunmin's "Village Dwelling·The Water Surrounds the Pitian and the Bamboo Fences Surround the Fence"
Thirty-two. Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate will have food and money left in the village. ——Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Jia"
Thirty-three, the spring water in Noda is as green as the mirror, and the silhouettes of people crossing the water are not startled by the gulls. ——Wang Zao's "Spring Days: There are no sunny days in one spring"
Thirty-four. In the third winter, I temporarily studied as a Confucian scholar, while Qianhu still worked as a farmer for his father. ——Lu You's "Village Children Playing on the Brook"
Thirty-five, Tian Fu came to hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. ——Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia"
Thirty-six. At the end of the year, I go to the empty house to hoe and plow, and I call my children to climb the mountain to collect acorns. ——Zhang Ji's "Ye Lao Ge/Shan Nong Ci"
Thirty-seven. Divination is adjacent to three paths, and thousands of trees are planted with fruits. ——Meng Haoran's "Pastoral Works"
Thirty-eight, travelers are walking in the fields, and every house is closed. ——Yao He's "Zhuang Ju Ye Xing"
Thirty-nine, the fragrance of rice flowers means a good year. Listen to the sound of frogs. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon on the Xijiang River·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night"
Forty, the plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse. ——Fan Chengda's "Four O'clock Pastoral Miscellany·It"
41. When you harvest rice, every grain of it is fat and fragrant. ——Huang Xieqing's "Miscellaneous Odes of the Tian Family in Autumn"
Forty-two, the Tian family has a few days of leisure, and farming begins. ——Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Jia"
Forty-three, the threads of the green carpet are picking up the early rice, and the nepotism of Qingluo is showing the new crop. ——Bai Juyi's "Spring Title on the Lake"
Forty-four. Ten miles west, the ripe rice smells fragrant, the hibiscus fence has fallen and the bamboo silk is long, and the hanging mountain fruit is green and yellow. ——Fan Chengda "Huanxisha·Jiangcun Road"
Forty-five, I wake up in the morning to clean up the wasteland and filth, and return home with a hoe in the moonlight. ——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Field·Qi"
Forty-six. The green mulberry trees reflect the Pingchuan, and the field gods laugh and chatter after the game. ——Ouyang Xiu, "Tian Family"
Forty-seven, recast the hoe and plow to make a pound, and the aunt's wife will take the wheel of the official. If the official is not enough, it will be sold to the house. ——Yuan Zhen's "Tian Jia Ci/Tian Jia Xing"
48. Little did you know that the people's power is difficult, and every grain of rice is beautiful. ——Huang Xieqing's "Miscellaneous Odes of the Tian Family in Autumn"
Forty-nine, it is getting late when the sword is written, and the sun in Qiuyuan is already dusk. ——Meng Haoran's "Pastoral Works"
Fifty, the field is small with sparse fences and winding paths. The cloud trees bloom at dawn. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Popular Beauty·Sparse Fences and Winding Paths in the Field"
Fifty-one, it rains outside a curtain of doves, there are several idle fields, and spring hoeing is carried out across the water.
——Zhang Yan's "Crossing the River Clouds·The long-time guests from Shanyin recall the spring in Xihang with vague and sad thoughts"
Fifty-two, the father plows the mulberry field, and the shepherd boy follows the hoe. ——Meng Haoran, "Tian Jia Yuan Day"
Fifty-three, although it is hot in May and the wheat wind is clear, the eaves are ringing and the car is humming. ——Wang Jian's "Tian Jia Xing"
Fifty-four, there are no silkworms, weaving mulberry trees in summer to fill the village, and the fields are wasted in spring for plowing calves and laboring the army. ——Du Xunhe's "Inscription on the Cottage Where I Live"
Fifty-five, plums are green, plums are yellow, vegetables are fat, wheat is ripe, silkworms are busy. ——Zhu Yunming's "Walking in the Mountains in the First Summer"
Fifty-six, working in the fields during the day and working on hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs. ——Fan Chengda's "Summer Pastoral Miscellany·Qi"
Fifty-seven, I am still dancing happily without fields, not to mention the hope of the new year in the fields. ——Zeng Ji's "Su Xiudaozhong"
Fifty-eight, the sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the sun to set in the morning dew. ——Anonymous "Long Song Xing"
Fifty-nine, the rice roots are like blocks, and the field water is one foot wide this year. ——Fan Chengda's "Summer Pastoral Miscellaneous"
60. The rain is enough and the fields are white, and the grass is plowed in the middle of the night. ——Cui Daorong's "Fields"
Sixty-one. At noon on the day of hoeing, sweat dripped from the soil. ——Li Shen's "Two Ancient Poems/Two Poems of Compassion for Farmers"
62. There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there. ——Wei Yingwu's "Guantian Family"
Sixty-three, Litian has been completed, and it is time to collect it. ——Huang Xieqing's "Miscellaneous Odes of the Tian Family in Autumn"
Sixty-fourth and June, the crops are not showing yet, but the official family has already cultivated the green grass. ——Nie Yizhong's "Tian Family"
Sixty-five, the light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder startled the insects. ——Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Jia"
Sixty-six, when the wheat is harvested and the silk is on the shaft, the officials know enough to lose. ——Wang Jian's "Tian Jia Xing"
Sixty-seven, holding an ax to cut the distant mountains, and hoeing the spring veins. ——Wang Wei's "Pastoral Works in Spring"
Sixty-eight, spring is not yet deep, and a few acres are still enough for tenant farming. ——Wang Shouren "Relegated to Liangjue, please learn from the peasant general Tian Nanshan's chanting words and express your feelings"
Sixty-nine, if you work hard and keep your industry, you will have enough food for several months. ——Huang Xieqing's "Miscellaneous Odes of the Tian Family in Autumn"
70. On the edge of opening up the southern wilderness, I returned to my garden in a humble state.
——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Field·Qi"