Poems about the sky 1. Poems about the sky
Green bamboo slips, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the slanting wind and drizzle.-Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi" is wet with clothes, and the face is cold with willow wind.
-"Jueju" by Zhinan monk Weicheng is light and dusty in the morning rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi" Four hundred and eighty temples in the southern dynasties, many towers are misty and rainy.
-Du Mu's "Poem of Jiangnan Spring" lies listening to the wind and rain at night, and the Tiema Glacier dreams. -Lu You's "The Storm on November 4th" is a good time to know the rain, when spring happens.
-Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" has seven or eight stars beyond the sky, and two or three points rain before the mountain-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
-------Du Mu's Qingming Festival is beautiful when the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake, the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life experience is ups and downs.-Wen Tianxiang's Crossing Lingdingyang, after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening-(Wang Wei: "Mountain Living in Autumn") There is no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes are wet-(Wang Wei:)
(Meng Haoran: Spring Dawn) 2. after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. (Wang Wei: "Mountain Living in Autumn") 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.
(Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night") 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet, (Wang Wei's "In the Mountain") 5. There is no need to return with a green bamboo hat and a green coir. (Zhang Zhihe: "Fisherman's Song") 6. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse Glacier dreams.
(Lu You: "The Storm on November 4th") 7. During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. (Du Mu: "Qingming Festival") 8. Cold and rainy night man Wu, Pingming sent a guest to Chushan alone.
(Wang Changling: at hibiscus inn parting with xin jian) 9. Weicheng is bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi") 1. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
(Su Shi: "After Drinking Chu Qing on the Lake") The river and the rain are decadent, the grass and the mountains are empty and the rain is strange, and the rain is coming. When it rains all over the building, the sky is blue and the clouds are broken, but when it breaks in evening rain, it lies in the dead of night, listening to the wind, the rain falls, the rain falls, the white rain and the beads jump into the boat. It is good to know that there are many rains in but now I remember the night, the storm during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. The fallen flowers are independent, and the micro-swift flies Pingming sees off a guest in Chu Shan Gu clouds darken with darkness of rain, and it rains in the east and west of streams pale with pallor of mist. The road is sunny but there is a misty rain, and there is no rain or shine in my life. On the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped dancing at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind was always blowing away.
Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow in the evening, and it is even more windy and rainy. Green bamboo hat, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't need to return to the small building in and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward, there are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if the return date was not due. evening rain rose to the autumn pool.
when * * * cuts the candle at the west window, but talks about evening rain. Weicheng is clearing the dust in the rainy city, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think, the rain and snow are raining, and the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, and the Tiema Glacier is dreaming, and the rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass is close at a distance, but there is no small building to listen to the spring rain all night. In the deep alley, there are thousands of rain curtains selling apricot flowers in late autumn, and the wind and water on the balcony at sunset are bright and clear, and the mountains are also strangely green and green when it rains.
corn poppy? Listen to the rain Jie Jiang teenagers listen to the rain songs upstairs, red candle faint Luo Zhang. In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the boat, Jiang Kuoyun's low-lying geese are called the west wind.
now, listening to the rain monk's residence, the stars are already on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, and they are dripping until dawn.
Only when we don't forget today, dusk and spring rain cross the Maple Bridge. Rain and wind are evil, don't be tired of the low thatched cottage.
after the rain, the grass is setting in the sun, and the apricot flowers are scattered and fragrant. In the 48 Temple in the Southern Dynasties, there were many towers in the misty rain last night.
a deep sleep won't kill the wine. Ask the shutter man, but the Chinese flowering crabapple remains the same.
do you know? Do you know? It should be the green, fat and red phoenix tree with drizzle, and it will be dripping at dusk. This time, it's the first time. It's raining in the middle of the night.
it's bitter to leave your feelings without saying anything. A leaf, a sound, empty steps drop to the light.
The spring tide brings rain late and comes in a hurry, and no one crosses the river in the wild. Get wet with clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and blow your face with cold willows.
. Winter thunder bursts with summer rain (sound desire, the word is this). Snow and rain are raging in March, and the door is covered with dusk, so there is no plan to stay in spring. The open mountains bathed in a new rain, and the night came to feel the early autumn.
cherish the spring, and hurry the flowers and rain. All day long, there is no chapter, and tears are like rain.
hanging down the curtain, Shuangyan returns to the drizzle. In Huangmei season, every family rains and grass ponds are full of frogs and the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, pear blossoms bring rain and rain in spring and hate clouds, and Jiangnan is still called Jiali.
-Wang Yucheng's "Diancrimson Lips" both butterflies dance in the threshold, and the curtain rolls up in the evening to keep out the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" Yu Linling is chilling and sorrowful.
it's late for Changting, and the shower begins to rest. There is no mood in all the accounts, and I miss the place and Lanzhou to urge me to send it.
Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked. Thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy and chutiankuo.
Affectionate feelings hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more worthy of being neglected in the autumn festival. Where do you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
this past year should be a good time and a good scene in name only. There are thousands of customs, and who to talk to.
if you ask, how much leisure is there. Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind.
it rains when the plum is yellow. The wind and rain send the spring home, and the flying snow welcomes the spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff, and there are still flowers and beautiful flowers in the spring and Budeze, and everything is brilliant.-I don't know who cut the fine leaves in the ancient poem "Long Songs" by Han Yuefu, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.-----------------------------------"
The best benefit of a spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows filling the imperial capital-Tang Hanyu's Early Spring Showing Zhang Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water Affairs has three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, which is a duck prophet in the spring water heating. --------Song Su Shi's "Two Nightscape of Hui Chong Riverside" knows the east wind, and it is always spring.-----------Song Zhu Xi's "Spring Day" is wet with clothes, and the face is cold with willows.------Southern Song Dynasty.
-Bai Juyi < < Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake > > When the moon rises, the birds are startled, and when it sounds in the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birding Stream" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the boat on the wild.
-Wei Yingwu's "at chuzhou on the western stream" is an ancient poem describing summer. The lotus leaves are infinite and the lotus leaves reflect the sun.
2. Poems describing the sky
A touch of crimson lips and a sense of interest Author: Yu Wang hates clouds and worries, but Jiangnan is still called a beautiful girl. The water village is a fishing market, and a wisp of solitary smoke is thin. The sky is magnificent, and you can recognize the line from afar. At this time of your life, who will take care of it? Huanxisha Author: Yan Shu, a new word, a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. I'm familiar with Yan's return, and the fragrance path in the small garden wanders alone. Jade Building Spring hates me. Author: Yan Shu Green Poplar Grass Changting Road, it's easy to throw people away when young. The dream at the top of the building is five minutes old, and the rain at the bottom of the flower leaves in March. Ruthlessness is not like passionate bitterness, and an inch is still thousands of strands. When there is poverty in the ends of the earth, there is only endless acacia. Author: Yan Shu's ancestors left the song, and the Changting gave a farewell banquet. The fragrance and dust have separated Judah. Pedestrians go to the waves to turn around. The pavilion disappears, the tall buildings are cut off, and the setting sun only sends the waves far away. Endless sorrow leads to endless thoughts. Picking mulberry seeds Author: Ouyang Xiu painted a boat to carry wine to the West Lake, anxious to control the strings, jade lamps to urge it to pass, steady and smooth waves to let people sleep. The clouds are sailing under the boat, and the water is clear and fresh. It is suspected that there is another day in the lake. In those days, I was drunk, but I was red. I danced low in the heart of the willow building, and I sang the wind at the bottom of the peach blossom fan. After parting, I recalled meeting you, and I dreamed of being with you several times. Tonight, I was still afraid of meeting you in a dream. Author: Yan Jidao hated no one like a flower when he came with a letter of flowers, but he became thin in spring and broke the willow in front of the door. The sky was affectionate and did not stay with the long. He flew apart Take up a pair of sleeves. Huanxisha Author: Su Shi's mountain color invades the faint glow, Xiang Chuan's wind spits cold flowers, and the distant forest house scatters crows. Dreaming about how many roads there are in my hometown, I wake up and look across the horizon. The moon shines thousands of miles away in Pingsha. Minus the word Magnolia Qin Author: Su Shi's mind is at rest, and the world is quiet when everything is quiet. The jade refers to the ice string, but the business intention of the palace has been spread. Sad and flowing water, the music is flowing. A night's lingering sound is in my ears. Qingping Music Author: Li Qingzhao often gets drunk with plum blossoms in the snow every year. Rubbing plum blossoms with no intention wins tears all over his clothes. This year, the wind in his later years is blowing, so he should look ugly at plum blossoms. Operator Author: Cai Shen, when the moon is full, the moon is hand in hand. Tonight, the horizon is full, and the night is like a clear day. The moon is still muddy, and the water hall is empty. Black Nightingale Author: Lu You's cornice turns cloudy, and the plum blossoms are blowing in front of the building. It's frosty in the sound of partridges, and the drums have been stacked. When I dream of hometown, I come to my pillow, and the book of Beijing is not far away. The people of the country sue less and the text is moved to the province, and the idle courtyard makes tea by themselves. Partridges and flowers are given away. Author: Xin Qiji sings "Yangguan" The river head is not a storm, but there is another world, it is hard to go. Frost Tianxiaojiao Author: Fan Chengda, a young man with a robe and a bouquet of flowers. He used to be a wanderer in Beijing, riding a BMW, and flying a golden wheel. The old tour was as muddy as a dream, and Wu Shuang was heavy on his temples. How many Yan Qing Ying's feelings poured into a glass jar. Beautiful author: Du Fu, who is lovelier than she?, yet she lives alone in an empty valley.
she tells me she came from a good family, which is humbled now into the dust. When trouble arose in the Kuan district, her brothers and close kin were killed.
what use were their high offices, not even shielding their own lives?. The world has but scorn for adversity, hope goes out, like the light of a candle.
her husband, with a vagrant heart, seeks a new face like a new piece of jade. And when morning-glories furl at night, and mandarin-ducks lie side by side.
all he can see is the smile of the new love, while the old love weeps unheard. The brook was pure in its mountain source, but away from the mountain its waters darken.
waiting for her maid to come from selling pearls, for straw to cover the roof again. She picks a few flowers, no longer for her hair, and lets pine-needles fall through her fingers.
and, forgetting her thin silk sleeve and the cold, she leans in the sunset by a tall bamboo. Xi Shiyong Authors: Wang Wei, since beauty is honoured all over the Empire, how could Xi Shi remain humbly at home?.
washing clothes at dawn by a southern lake, and that evening a great lady in a palace of the north:. Lowly one day, no different from the others, the next day exalted, everyone praising her..
no more would her own hands powder her face, or arrange on her shoulders a silken robe.. And the more the King loved her, the lovelier she looked, blinding him away from wisdom..
girls who had once washed silk beside her, were kept at a distance from her chariot.. And none of the girls in her neighbours' houses,by pursing their brows could copy her beauty.
on Climbing Orchid Mountain in the Autumn to Zhang Author: Meng Haoran, on a northern peak among white clouds, you have found your hermitage of peace. I tried to climb the high mountain to look ahead, the mood long as the swan song went away.
the quiet dusk might seem a little sad, if this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear. Visitors to the village on the hill, walk through the beach and sit at the ferry rest and rest.
in there are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses, boats are like the moon by the river. I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine, * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival.
ascending the Pagoda at the Temple of Kind Favour With Gao Shi and Xue Ju Author: the pagoda, rising abruptly from earth, Cen Can, reaches to the very Palace of Heaven. Climbing, we seem to have left the world behind us, with the steps we look down on hung from space.
it overtops a holy land, and can only have been built by toil of the spirit. Its four sides darken the bright sun, its seven stories cut the grey clouds.
birds fly down beyond our sight, and the rapid wind below our hearing. Mountain-ranges, toward the east, running east.
far green locust-trees line broad roads, Gong Guan He Linglong. Colours of autumn, out of the west, enter advancing through the city.
and northward there lie, in five graveyards, calm forever under dewy green grass. Those who know life's final meaning, which all humankind must learn.
henceforth I put my official hat aside, to find the Eternal Way is the only happiness. Xiju Author: Liu Zongyuan for a long time, that I am glad to be an exile here in this wild southland.
I am a neighbour now of planters and reapers, I am a guest of the mountains and woods. I plough in the morning, turning dewy grasses, and at evening tie my fisher-boat, breaking the quiet stream.
back and forth I go, scarcely meeting anyone, and sing a long poem and gaze at the blue sky. Guan Shanyue Authors: Li Bai, the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea.
and the wind, that has come a thousand miles, beats at the Jade Pass battlements. That year, Han soldiers pointed to baideng mountain road, Tubo coveted Qinghai vast territory.
and since not one battle famous in history sent all its fighters back again. The garrison soldiers looked into the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.
and of those tonight in the upper chambers, who toss and sigh and cannot rest. Author: Li Bai, my hair had hardly covered my forehead, I was picking flowers, paying by my door.
when you, my lover, on a bamboo horse, came trotting in circles and throwing green plums. We lived near together on a lane in Ch'ang-kan, both of us young and happy-hearted, at fourteen I became your wife, so bashful that I dared not smile.
and I lowered my head toward a dark corner, and would not turn to your thousand calls. But at fifteen I straightened my brows and laughed, learning that no dust could ever seal our love.
that even unto death I would await you by my post, and would never lose heart in the tower of silent watching. Then when I was sixteen, you left on a long journey, through the Gorges of Ch'u-t'ang, of rock and whirling water.
and then came the Fifth-month, more than I could bear, the ape cries in the sky. Your footprints by our door, where I had watched you go, were hidden, every one of them, under green moss.
hidden under moss too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind added fallen leaves. August Butterfly Yellow, hover, two by two, in our west-garden grasses.
and, because of all this, my heart is breaking, and I fear for my bright cheeks, lest they fade. Oh, at last, when you return through the three Pa districts, send me a message home ahead!.
and I will come and meet you and will never mind the distance, all the way to Chang-feng Sha. On a Gate-Tower at Youzhou Authors: Chen Ziang where, before me, are the ages that have gone?, and where, behind me, are the coming generations?.
I think of heaven and earth, without limit, without end, and I am all alone and my tears fall down. Author: Du Fu beside the Temple of the Great Premier stands an ancient cypress, with a trunk of green bronze and a root of stone.
It's raining with frost, and its tip of kingfish-blue is two thousand feet in heaven. Dating from the days of a great ruler's great statesman, their very tree is loved now and honoured by the people.
clouds come to it from far away, from the Wu cliffs, and the cold moon glistens on its peak of snow. East of the Silk Pavilion yesterday I found, the ancient ruler and wise statesman both worshipped in one temple.
whose tree, with curious branches, ages the whole landscape, in spite of the fresh colours of the windows and the doors. And so firm is the deep root, so established underground, that its lone lofty boughs can dare the weight of winds.
its only protection the Heavenly Power, integrity makes good fortune. When beams are required to restore a great house, though oxen sway ten thousand heads, they cannot move a mountain.
though a tree writes no memorial, yet people understand, who can send you if you don't quit? Its bitter heart may be tenanted now by black and white ants, Xiang Ye used to stay with husband and wife.
A man of lofty ideals is benevolent, the greater the timber, the tougher it is to use. Bai Xuege sent the martial judge to the author: Cen Can the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, Hu Tian in August.
3. Sentences describing the sky
The sky by the sea is lovely, high in the sky, bright and blue, and flowing colorful clouds dance in the air with the wind. With the changes of morning, noon and evening, colorful clouds keep changing colors, sometimes golden, sometimes white and sometimes red like fire. I seldom see such a beautiful sky.
lightning flashes, thunder thunders, the wind rolls clouds, and rain rides the wind. The whole sky is like a big stage for singing opera.
the fish-scale white clouds gradually dissipated, and the blue of the sky faded a little. Only the bright moon like a silver plate continues its voyage steadily.
The sky looks clearer than usual after the rain; The boundless sky brings people