Guan Haikuo Yu's poem 1. The poem about the word "kuo"
The dusk sinks into the sky. "Yu Lin Ling" Liu Yong
is rich in life and death, and Zicheng said. The book of songs, vigorous winds and drumming
the stars lean down from open space, and the moon comes running up the river. "a night abroad" Du Fu
The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. Where is Xiaoxiang? "Jade Butterfly" Liu Yong
If you want to send colorful stationery and ruler, you can know where the mountains are long and the waters are wide. "recent love" Yan Shu
is full of smoke and water, and the forest is full of residual photos, and the night is sad.
Yu Jing Qiu is well-thought-out, and the lineup is wide, and the iron horse calmly kills the enemy. The Four Wonders Watching the Tide, Mao Zedong
toward a mist upon the water, still I wave my hand and sob. On seeing wang leave for the south Liu Changqing
in the Dagger River mist, through a biting wind, horseshoes, at the Sand Mouth line, break on icy boulders. "a Song of Wheel Tower in Farewell to General Feng of the Western Expedition" Cen Can
is drifting away, and there are no books. Where can I ask if there are plenty of water and fish? "Magnolia" Ouyang Xiu
The sky is vast and the clouds are idle, and there is nowhere to find the flute. "Jiangchengzi" Lu Zugao
is broad-minded and contrary to his heart, making light media work, and creeping grass is stained with clothes and revealing more. "A Thin Shadow of Xun Mei Disappeared" Peng Yuanxun
The sky is vast and the clouds are high, the streams are far away, and it is cold and dizzy at night. "Jin Ming Chi" monk waved
there were waters to cross, they were wild and tossing, if you fell, there were dragons and rivermonsters. "Dream of Li Bai" Du Fu
is anxious, looking far and wide in the middle, cold and clear in the air, and no one is there, so he feels cold and leaks his throat. "slow waves and sand" Zhou Bangyan
snuff knot, the film is a dream of spring, the south of the Yangtze River is vast. "Memories of Qin E" Fan Chengda
There are mountains as high as mountains and waters as wide as thousands of miles. Bai Juyi
In March, the river is wide and the peach blossoms are long. Bai Juyi
In the Spring Festival Evening, there is a reed between the two cliffs. Bai Juyi
The feeling of entering the gorge for the first time has a myriad of heights, and the width is numerous. "The Peak of Equal Incense Furnace" Bai Juyi
Straight down the river is the widest, and the building in the Near East is higher. Bai Juyi
The lake is wide and the sky is low and the water is harmonious. Bai Juyi
The rain is bitter and the rivers and lakes are soaring, but he looks at the North Pavilion because of the topic. After three years, the sound is wide and the dust is broken, and the smell of the two places is the same. Bai Juyi
The coastal waters are vast and the autumn nights are longer. Bai Juyi
There is no shore in the vast area of Jiujiang, and there are many bad winds at the end of May. "Rain on the North Shore of Jiujiang" Bai Juyi
The sea and the sky are boundless and the mountains are wide and long. Bai Juyi
in "Looking at the Night on the River", there is nothing to do with the sun and the moon, and the world is wide. "two occasional poems" Bai Juyi
Huai river is wide in the southeast, and it is difficult to cross without wind. "crossing the Huai river" Bai Juyi
is broad and narrow, so he can be seated, and the height is just called the monarch. Bai Juyi
The Millennium Temple near the Wagong Pavilion, where the water is vast, the clouds are numerous and the guests are sparse. "Lingyan Temple" Bai Juyi
is rich and full of novelty, and the sadness and resentment are worthy of glory. Bao Zhao
in Song of Picking Ling feels lonely, and the breadth hurts the humbleness. Bao Zhao's
The Book of Parting with Gou Zhong expresses the sorrow for people's lives, which contains life but generosity. "Shaogu Ci" Bao Zhao
spent the night with Cao Kuo, and in the morning he hurried to meet Wu Huan. "the center of value with Miao members" includes
the post sails are spacious and the guest houses are sparse. Cen Can
The clear water on the moon is wide, and the peaceful flow is clean and flat. "Yu Pu" is often built
for a year, and it is vast in Sanqiu. "Don't shine" Chen Yuyi
The mountains and rivers are wider than the horses, and I dare not count the time. Chen Yuyi
The river is wider at sunset, and the mountains are floating. Chen Yuyi
in "Drawing the Axe of Holding the Covenant" talks about the banquet and remembers the old kindness. "Short Songs" by Cao Cao
Jiujiang is rich in spring water and the Three Gorges is deep in dusk. Chen Tao
The water invades the breadth of Qindian, and the grass touches the depth of Han Mausoleum. "Ba Shang" Cui Tu
The water is flat and broad, and the mountain is connected with the old customs. "Shenzhou Road" Cui Tu
On the sand pole, Huai River is wide.
Chao Buzhi's Introduction to Yangguan
When the wicker reaches the ground warbler, the mandarin duck sleeps steadily and the ditch is wide. "bodhisattva man" Chen ke
2. seeking poems about the sea
when will a hundred rivers go east to the sea and return to the west? (Yuefu Poetry <; & lt； Long songs > > )
Jieshi is in the east to see the sea. (Cao Cao <; & lt； Watching the sea > > )
The moon rises in the sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time. (Zhang Jiuling <; & lt； Full moon and nostalgia > > )
One mountain is exhausted in a day, and oceans drain the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan <; & lt； Climb the storied building > > )
The sea is rising all night, and the old year melts in freshets. (Wang Wan <; & lt； A mooring under north fort hill > > )
and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. (Wang Bo <; & lt； Farewell to vice-prefect du setting out for his official post in shu > > )
Early bright moon in Tianshan Mountain, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea. (Li Bai <; & lt； Guan Shanyue > > )
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, send it to the sea through Yun Fan. (Li Bai <; & lt； Difficult road > > )
There are dark snow-capped mountains in Qinghai, and the lonely city overlooks Yumenguan (Wang Changling &; lt； Join the army > )
The wind rises in cloud flying, and Wei Jia goes to his hometown in the sea, and the brave men he presses are guarding the four directions (Liu Bang <; & lt； Wind song > > )
You don't see how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven, entering the ocean, never to return (Li Bai)
3. Broad poetry
1. Be quiet, talk less and listen more.
2. Slow down, do things steadily, and don't be in a hurry. 3, forbearance, in the face of injustice, not angry, not venting, tolerance is wisdom.
copy 4, make way, and take a step back to broaden the horizon. 5, light, everything is lighter, and many things will turn into clouds over time.
don't haggle over everything, take a step back and broaden the horizon. Don't hurt others easily, let alone those around you.
let's not think that we have hurt others, only others are hurt, in fact, the biggest victim is ourselves. Love in the heart, no sand in the eyes, one step at a time, maybe it will be a vast sky! Although the freedom I yearn for is a bit broad-minded, after all, it lacks the open-minded realm and the weight of trade-offs.
Life is being born and living. It may not be smooth and calm to endure the event of life for a while, and it may not be broad and broad to take a step back. It's better to go your own way than to be patient. Anyway, I will cherish the gains and losses, and I will taste the joys and sorrows alone.
"New Longmen Inn" If life is free to choose, I don't want to be broad, I hope there is a small world that belongs to me only; If the pace can control the speed, I don't ask for speed, I hope I can keep up with your festival; If love can be grasped, I don't ask for a lifetime, I hope when I love you.
4. What are the poems about the sea
mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river. -Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Que Tower"
When will a hundred rivers go east to the sea and return to the west? -Yuefu poem "Long Song"
Riding the wind and waves sometimes, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea. -Li Bai's "it is hard to go"
The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. -Zhang Ruoxu's
Moonlit Night on the Spring River, the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. -Wang Wei's
Jieshi is in the east to see the sea. The sea is so broad and mighty, the island stands high on the sea. -Cao Cao's Watching the Sea
there where the sea floats up the sky, you wane from the world in your fragile boat. -Qian Qi's "Send Monks to Japan"
Bowing without Qilu, the east looks like a cup. -Li Mengyang's Mount Tai
and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. -farewell to vice-prefect du setting out for his official post in shu by Wang Bo
...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. -Wang Wan's "a mooring under north fort hill"
The sea rises with the bright moon, and the horizon is * * * at this time. -Zhang Jiuling's "Looking Back at the Moon"
When the sea is calm, the waves are peaceful. -Bai Juyi's
the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, gloomy clouds and bleak Wan Li. -Cen Can's "a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home"
Have you seen how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven and entering the ocean, never to return? -Li Bai's "Coming into Wine"
look how swift to the snowy sea races Running-Horse River!, and sand, up from the desert, flies yellow into heaven. -Cen Can's "a Song of Running-horse River in Farewell to General Feng of the Western Expedition"
has a fine mouth and a high heart. -Han Yu's "Jingwei Reclaiming the Sea"
Looking at the sea, the door is facing the tide in Zhejiang. -Song Zhiwen's "Lingyin Temple"
The vast East China Sea is full of waves, and the sky is full of moonlight. -Huang Zunxian's "Singing at the Moon in the Pacific Boat on the Night of August 15th"
Hope to adopt
5. Poems with the word "sea"
The sea rises and the moon rises, and the horizon * * * at this time.
sometimes, riding the wind and waves will go straight to Yun Fan to squeeze into the sea. The world is but a little place, after all.
the sea rises with the bright moon, and the horizon is * * * at this time. The sea is wide with rain, and the sky is high for birds to fly.
The sea is vast and the sky is low, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!. There is a road to the mountain of books, and there is no cliff to learn from the sea.
mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river. A hundred rivers go east to the sea, and when will they return to the west?
...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. The wind smoke blurred the ferry can be where, the vast river in the sunset ripples.
the moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces. There are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers still starve to death. The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon is on the sea.
baichi building in the west of bonfire city, and it is windy and autumn in Shanghai alone at dusk. Fishing at the bottom of the sea is fun, and geese are sad on the horizon.
Three rivers in Wan Li flow into the sea, and 5, mountains climb skyscrapers. Have you noticed, how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven and entering the ocean, never to return? Mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.
6. Poems about the sea
at heron lodge-mountains cover the white sun, Wang Zhihuan, and oceans drain the golden river.
but you widen your view three hundred miles, by going up one flight of stairs. Looking back on the past with a full moon-the moon, grown full now over the sea, Zhang Jiuling, Tianya * * * at this time.
brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night. Put out the candle to love this room full of moonlight, I wear clothes wandering deeply night dew cold.
so I leave my message with the moon, and turn to my bed, hoping for dreams. On autumn night, the fence gate will dawn to welcome the cold —— Lu You went to the east of Wan Li River to enter the sea, and 5, meters climbed the skyscraper.
The adherents shed tears in the dust, and looked south at Julian Waghann for another year. A mooring under north fort hill-under blue mountains we wound our way, Wang Wan, my boat and I, along green water.
both sides of the high tide are lost, with no wind stirring my lone sail. ...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets.
at last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang. A Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home Tang Censhen the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. Snow flakes fall into the curtain, wet the curtain, fur wear not warm Jinbei is also too thin.
bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, and the metal of armour congeals on the men. The desert iced over thousand feet and there was a crack, and the sky filled with gloom and gloom.
but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps. In the evening, before the gate of the headquarters, the heavy snow fell, the red flag was frozen and the wind could not be towed.
we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road. The mountain road twists and turns has not seen you, only to leave a row of horseshoe marks.
Jiang Xue Tang Liu Zongyuan a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint. A boat on the river, a fisherman in his bagworm moths; Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice attack.
, "Popular in the North" Tang Li Bai Candle dragon lived in a cold door, and the glory was still blooming. Why doesn't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the North Wind is angry with the sky.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and they blow off Xuanyuan Terrace one by one. You miss your wife in December, stop singing and laugh.
leaning against the door to watch pedestrians, it's sad to miss the Great Wall. Don't mention the sword to save the border, leaving this tiger, gold, shovel and shovel. There is a white arrow in
, and the spider spins a web to make dust. The arrow is empty, and people die today and never come back.
I can't bear to see it. It's burnt to ashes. The yellow river can hold the soil, but the north wind, rain and snow hate it.
"In the Snow" Tang Bai Juyi was in the wind all the year round, and it was cold and snowy at night. Where will I stay? Warm my account and warm the stove.
there are two brown quilts and one scarf felt. When porridge is cooked, you can't afford to sleep.
it's time, mind and body, so I don't care about others. In order to spend the snowstorm, I stayed idle for six years.
suddenly, I miss the tourists in Philip Burkart, and I miss the early officials. Stepping on the frozen invasion at night, cold ling did not wake up.
the heart is your father and your servant. Not being free is all made by the heart.
since my heart is satisfied, I am at peace with myself. I should live up to my words.
but how much love has the inch-long grass, won three Chunhui-Don Meng Jiao > There should be no hate, when will it grow to be round? -Song Su Shi > Everyone feels strange in a foreign language, but hates the sound of warblers like an old mountain-Don Sikong Tu > He knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!-Don Du Fu >; We met last among flowers, among flowers we parted, it's been a year since it bloomed today-Don Wei Yingwu > Time: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Cao Cao Title: Viewing the Sea Content: Jieshi is in the east to view the sea. The sea is so broad and mighty, the island stands high on the sea.
there are many trees and plenty of herbs. The operation of the sun and the moon seems to be from the vast ocean.
the trip to the sun and the moon, if out of it; Star Han is brilliant, if out of it. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner aspirations.
Time: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Wu Jun Title: Gift to Du Rongcheng Content: One swallow comes from the sea, one swallow goes to the hall. Once we meet, we still know each other.
ask me why I'm late. The mountains and rivers are straight. The answer is that the sea is long and the wind is weak.
don't sew Luo clothes in the past, but the spring breeze is just beginning. It's late in the summer, and the mulberry tree flies.
Time: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Title: Looking at the evening on the river floor. Content: The sea and the sky look at the evening, and the mountains are wide and long. The city lights up in the four weeks, a milky way into the center of water.
the wind blows the ancient trees in sunny days and rains, and the moon shines on the flat sand and the frost in summer nights. Can you cool off the summer in Jianglou? It's cooler than Jun Mao She School.
at heron lodge-mountains cover the white sun, Wang Zhihuan, and oceans drain the golden river. to ascend another storey to see a thousand miles further
Looking back at the past with a full moon-the moon, grown full now over the sea, Zhang Jiuling, Tianya * * * At this time. The people of love all hate the long night, sleepless nights and bring their loved ones to remembrance.
it is no darker though I blow out my candle, it is no warmer though I put on my coat. You can not hold the beautiful moonlight to you, only hope to meet you in dreamland.
The autumn night will dawn to welcome the cold at the hedge gate —— A land trip to the east of Wan Li River and a 5,-mile climb to the sky. The adherents wept in the dust, looking south to Julian Waghann for another year.
a mooring under north fort hill-under blue mountains we wound our way, Wang Wan, my boat and I, along green water. Cross-strait loss of tidal flat, with no wind stirring my lone sail.
...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. At last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang.
a long song line-sunflower in the Qingqing Garden of Han Yuefu, waiting for the sun to shine. Spring has filled the earth with hope, all things show a prosperity.
I'm always afraid that autumn will come and the leaves of Kunhuanghua will decline. A hundred rivers go east to the sea, and when will they return to the west?
if the young don't work hard, the old will be sad.