Tao Yuanming
Guiyuan Tianju (1)
Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan.
Fall into the dust net by mistake, thirty years.
The caged bird loves the old forest, but the pond fish misses the old source.
Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses.
Yin's back eaves, in tang qian.
Warm and distant people's villages, the smoke in the Yi market.
In the deep alley where dogs bark, chickens call mulberry trees jump.
The house is clean and messy, and the vacant rooms are more leisure.
After staying in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature.
An autumn night in the mountains
Wang Wei
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.
The bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves lie in front of the fishing boat.
My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .
Chai Lu
Wang Wei
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
The sun shines on me from the green moss.
A farmhouse by the Weihe River.
Wang Wei
Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene (I)
Su Shi
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.
Spring River Warm Duck Prophet.
Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground,
It's time for puffer fish to go upstream.
Ding Fengbo
Su Shi
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest,
Why not sing and walk slowly?
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of?
Misty rain lasts for a lifetime.
The cold spring breeze woke me up, a little cold.
The hillside is sloping, but it is pleasant.
Look back at that desolate place, go home,
No rain or shine.
Modern poetry:
Zheng Chouyu's "mistake"
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
The sound is silent, and the curtain of March spring has not been uncovered.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
Shelley's lark
I wish you a long life and a happy spirit!
Who said you were a bird?
You're from heaven, or close to heaven,
Pour out your heart,
It can play rich music without thinking.
You jump off the earth,
Fly, fly,
Like a cloud of fire in the blue sky
Spread your wings,
You've been singing, flying, flying and singing.
The setting sun was released.
The light of golden lightning,
Right between the bright clouds
You're floating and flying,
Like intangible happiness, it has just begun its journey.
That lavender dusk
Into your flight,
As if in the daytime sky,
A star sank,
Although you can't see me, I can hear your joy:
As clear and sharp as the morning star.
Took 1000 photos of Yinhui,
Although in the clear morning light
Its bright light gradually shrinks,
I can't see it, but I can still feel it vaguely.
The whole earth and sky
Sing with your song,
Like on a bright night,
From the lonely clouds,
The moon shines brightly, and the brilliance overflows the sky.
We don't know what you are;
What is the most similar to you?
Rain from the rainbow clouds,
Raindrops are bright,
But how can I get the stereo you left behind?
It seems that a poet lives in
According to the thought,
He made the world famous by singing with his head held high.
From apathy to emotion,
Feel the hope, fear and praise he sings;
Seems to be a noble girl.
Sitting alone in a tall building,
In order to ease the lingering emotions,
In a moment of silence
Let her embroidered pavilion be filled with sweet music;
Looks like a golden firefly,
In the dewy valley,
Spread its light everywhere.
In the flowers, in the grass,
But the flowers and plants covered it up without gratitude;
Like a flower hidden in
In its own green leaves,
A warm wind came,
Finally, its fragrance.
Knock the thief out with excessive sweetness;
Whether it's spring rain.
Sprinkle it on the sparkling grass,
Or the rain wakes up the flowers,
Anything that can be called
How to win your songs with cheerful and bright music?
Whether it's a bird or an elf, please speak:
Are you out of your mind?
I have never heard of love.
Or praise for wine,
Like you, generate has a string of divine ecstasy.
Whether it's a victory song
Or the wedding choir,
Compared with your songs, it's like
All the empty exaggerations,
Oh, there are always things that are not as expected.
What makes you?
The source of happy songs?
What fields, what waves, what peaks?
What sky or plain?
Is it love for peers? Still no pain?
With your fresh and cheerful.
Who else will feel tired?
The shadow of pain will never
Close to you;
You are in love, but you don't know that love can be destroyed by fullness.
Whether sleeping peacefully or awake,
About death.
You must be more than people think.
More real and profound,
Otherwise, how can your songs flow so brilliantly?
We always look forward and backward,
Longing for something that doesn't exist;
Our most sincere smile is also permeated with.
Some kind of pain, for us
The sweetest song is the one that you can pour out your heart.
However, if we get rid of it,
Hatred, pride and fear;
If we hadn't been born,
Tears or crying,
Then how can we feel your joy?
Ah, for a poet, your singing skills
A homophonic above all else.
The rice formed is also better than.
Courses taught by books,
You are so rich, you despise life on earth!
Just put the happiness you know.
Teach half of them to sing with me,
It will flow from my lips.
A harmonious fanaticism,
Then the world will listen to me just as I listen to you.
Waiting ... I hope I can help you.