Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. Du Mu (803- 852), a native of Mu Zhi, was a famous poet in the late Tang Dynasty.
People put him and Du Fu together, calling him "Xiao Du" and Du Fu "Lao Du". "Xiao Du" is brilliant and ambitious. When writing poems, he likes to comment on the present, discuss the past and express his military and political views.
He has many short poems describing landscapes, which are beautiful, fresh and natural, and are deeply loved by readers. (1) Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional grave-sweeping festival in China, which falls around April 5th in the solar calendar.
(2) Crushing the soul-describe the depth of grief, as if the mind were to be separated from the body. (3) Borrowing department-excuse me.
When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the poet couldn't go home to visit the grave, but it was no longer a taste to travel alone on a foreign road. Besides, the weather is not good, a sullen face, the drizzle of cattle hair will fall one after another, the eyes are foggy, and the spring clothes are wet. Poet, it's heartbreaking! Find a store to shelter from the rain, warm up and eliminate the sadness in your heart, but where is the hotel? The poet thought about it and asked the shepherd boy by the roadside.
The little shepherd boy riding on the back of the cow pointed to the distance ―― Oh, the cover of a hotel was held high in the village full of apricot blossoms that day, attracting pedestrians! This little poem, with beautiful and vivid language, depicts a vivid picture of asking for directions in the rain. The enthusiastic guidance of the little shepherd boy will naturally call the poet to express his gratitude; The cover of Xinghua Village Hotel evokes a lot of warmth in the poet's heart.
2. Li Bai, an ancient poem about walking-climbing Mount Tianmu in a dream.
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
When will you return it when you leave, but let me raise a white deer on my green slope.
When I need you, ride to you, great mountain. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking people?
A person who will never be seen with a sincere face.
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Leshan Mountain, a wise man, is picturesque,
The benevolent enjoys endless water.
Have a glass of wine and take your time.
A cup of tea is simple.
A drizzling stone bridge,
Small bamboo raft with rippling spring breeze.
No bright moon, no flowers dancing alone at night,
My mind is full of poems and books.
3. The poem "Out of the Window" (In the morning, I opened the window/walked on the path in the forest, and Guilin's landscape was the best in the world, not bad.
Delicate mountains and rippling water are really rare in the world. At the moment, I am sitting on the boat, moving backwards with the mountain, moving forward slowly with the breeze blowing on my face and the ripples of water waves.
There are mountains on both sides of the river, some high, some steep, some steep and some slow. Although these mountains are not as steep as Huashan Mountain or as beautiful as Jinwushan Mountain, they have a unique and unspeakable beauty.
Probably because there are mountains all around. The mountains are close to each other, but they look loose. Although the number is large, it seems to follow certain rules. Although ordinary, countless ordinary mountains are connected together and extraordinary.
Coupled with the water flowing in the mountains, it seems to be in a poetic landscape. The water is clear and swift, with one or two eddies from time to time.
As the ship moves forward, there will be one or several ripples on the water and it will move forward slowly. Sometimes you can see fish swimming in the water, but that's only for a moment.
These seemingly bland, but add a bit of life to this big picture, so that the beauty of moving and static is integrated. No matter what it is, living is the most beautiful.
The wind is refreshing, flickering. The cool breeze always blows away too much heat, irritability and missing.
Sometimes it makes water surface, causing waves. When it's really "the breeze blows on your face, the water waves are quiet."
The wind is not very strong, not very small, just the right size, giving people a feeling of "blowing willow wind without chilling" The wind is not very cold, but it is cool.
He gives people a cool feeling and makes people forget where they are now. Whether viewed from a distance or from a distance.
No matter from the big picture, there is still a tiny detail. Whether it is the overlapping of dozens of mountains, the shaking of a tree in the mountains, the shape of a stone.
Whether it's the endless river, the occasional whirlpool on the water surface, or the fish jumping out of the water in an instant, it gives people a good feeling. This mountain, this water, this wind, and this scenery are crowded into your eyes at the same time, which is really overwhelming.
Every scene, no matter where, always makes people feel fresh. It is refreshing to see mountains with different shapes and ups and downs.
Seeing the spacious water surface and the faint waves rippling will make people's brains wide open. Facing the general scenery, do you need to talk more and do more? Enjoy it quietly! In winter, the cold wind swept across the border, the sky froze into ice, and vast expanse was pale.
The sky is white, boundless white, spreading far away. As white as death.
Ruthless wind, tearing the bare forest, it is noisy and growling, and it wants to declare war on the world. The lost leaves were quickly rolled up by the strong wind and circled around the whole forest.
The sunshine is gone forever. The sun is not as hot, bright red and a little pale as it is in summer.
It's incredibly cold. Try that the sun at this time can only bring light to the earth, but the warmth no longer exists. People on the road are in a hurry and never stop.
Occasionally, a speeding car scared several sparrows in the forest. The same is true of animals, who come and go in a hurry for food in winter. All the geese have flown to the south, all the ants have prepared food for the winter, and all the bears have dug their hibernation caves, so everything seems very tense.
The water vapor on the lake has frozen into a fog. The thin, faint milky fog cover on the lake is beautiful, but it is also dangerous, because passers-by in the morning may plunge into the cold lake because they can't tell the pedestrians on the lake from the pedestrians on the road ... Plum trees are already blooming, as white as snow. No wonder they are confused with snow. I have heard for a long time that plum blossoms are in full bloom, but when I see them today, I am amazed and sorry for them: the vast Xue Hai is inevitably lonely, but when they bloom, they quietly disappear. I'm a loner.
A snowflake, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, really, finally, with the white winter, the world becomes pale.
4. Although the poem about walking goes far, I suddenly want to recommend a poem that cherishes the present. I don't know what happened, but I really want to recommend this one.
Now I just want to be quiet.
Lying next to someone,
Let the shadows of clouds in the sky
Thousands of years have passed, just like a day.
We loved and then forgot.
Grow like grass, drill through our fingers,
Drowning our bodies until
It turned into dust, fossils and starry sky.
Leaves rustle and talk to us,
This is the spring birds singing in the distance.
Water flows through families around the world,
People walk through old dreams and abandoned poems, through sunset and broken bridges.
Walking through the debris of our words,
The long night we spent with resentment;
Sing some hoarse and out-of-tune songs,
Smile a smile that will never look back for anyone.
Ah, the plain is expanding,
A road stretches on the forgotten map,
Night after night, I changed my style in the dark,
Turn into candles and burn our own vanity.
Stop telling stories about strangers;
It's just crickets gnawing at pillows.
Not to mention the persistence of past lives and Sun Moon.
The sand clock is turning, turning over the deserted gv 10.
Migratory birds fly in the dusk light,
So a season comes sadly,
After singing, it sang again.
The world has disappeared, and it can only be like this.
5. Tan Zichi, an ancient poem describing walking.
Year: Tang Author: Guo
Clear water is a hundred paces, and the world name is Tan Zichi. Yuqiao Lingyang, who is this pool?
Predecessors said Yu, Tan Shupi of this county. At the end of Kaiyuan, the word Ayi was born.
You can talk when you fall to the ground, and you need eyebrows when you are over nine years old. I don't drink or eat, and I never said I was thirsty and hungry.
Leave at 15 o'clock sharp, the fast horse can't catch up. Twenty years into the mountains, never to return.
Parents have a deep memory, and hometown is a sacred place. In the spring of the first year of Dali, this son came and went.
Wearing a phoenix on her head, wearing a Xia and Shang dress. Saving customs is common, Ding Ning told relatives.
I am a fairy official, so I can't pray for the lower bound. I'm afraid it's a demon charm. It's better to train the barbarians early.
There is gold here, and the town is at the bottom of the temple. Digging and living together can save the poor.
Gold comes out of the spiritual spring and is as clear as glass. Hongcheng represents Fu Rui, and floods and droughts are endless.
Empty words, mysterious fog. I can't keep all my feelings, I hope the public will be sad.
Looking for immortal commandments and burning temples? Take a look. If you get infinite treasure, it will be dangerous.
Gather from the top of the mountain, the world is sparse. Through the ages, it has flowed from different places, and the four dimensions have been blessed all the year round.
Guo Lange's leisurely.
Year: Meta Author: Wang Zhe
Walk freely and quietly. Leaning on a stick, I slowly hung my wide sleeves. Ren, linger, stay away from the fragrant wind, and seduce with the green fog. Suddenly hold your head up and hold your chest high, and don't care to meet Tian Jingxiu. See tsing yi, call hands in mid-air. Then he told Yu and Hugh to stop chasing and pointed to the depths of the white clouds, where there were immortals.
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Year: Song Author: Liu Kezhuang
Dementia is as simple as a wooden chicken, and it takes time to walk.
Today is a peaceful time, frolicking like a child.
Teenagers walking on horseback
Year: Song Author:
Teenagers walk as fast as horses and laugh too late.
I should be healthy with you, you are the same as me.
The rapid spread of black rabbits can change the sea and mulberry fields.
It is still difficult to achieve great things, not to mention a hundred years of lightning.
To know that this statement is true, it is more important to ask Ma Gu.
6. What poems describe "walking"? There is a journey of mountains and water, and I am going to Guan Yu, and there are thousands of lights at night. _ _ _ _ Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Climbing Journey"
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. _ _ _ _ Wang Changling's "Two Embankments, Part I"
I'd rather be a junior officer to fight for my country than a white-faced scholar who only engraved his chapter. _ _ _ Yang Jiong's "Join the Army"
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. _ _ _ _ Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong writes Huai"
Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears. _ _ _ _ Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si
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 Taishouhang
I spend 360 days a year on the battlefield, and my weapon is on my horse. _ _ _ Qi Jiguang's "Immediately"
In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow. _ _ _ _ Liu Lun's "He Zhang Servant Shoots the Next Song, the Second Song"
The victory or defeat of a strategist is unexpected, and Bao is a person with shame. _ _ _ _ Du Mu Topic Wujiang Pavilion
Sword in hand, wearing leather armor, chariots staggered, sword and blade. _ _ _ _ Qu Yuan's "National Mourning"
During the day, the beacon tower climbing the mountain observes and gives an alarm, and at night, the horse leads the horse to the riverside. An ancient battle song by Li Jie.
Han soldiers have been slightly, and the end of the song is over. _ _ _ _ Yu Ji's Song of the King of Harmony
At that time, Wanli sought to seal Hou. Pima guards Liangzhou. _ _ _ _ Lu You's "Confessions, When Wan Li Find a Wait"
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's The Yellow River was Recovered by the Imperial Army.
After a night of fighting in Hebei, half the soldiers in Qin area failed to return to camp. _ _ _ _ Xu Hun's "The Plug"
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Broken Warrior, a gift to Zhuang Ci from Chen Tongfu.
Wang Youguang is light, and he goes out with all his clothes on. _ _ _ _ Li Yue crossed Huaqing Palace.
Don't just send a reincarnation hole, but still leave an arrow to shoot the Tianshan Mountains. _ _ _ _ Li Yi's Xia Sai Qu
The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears. An ancient battle song by Li Jie.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Hope for Spring
The moon is shadowed by the bow, and the frost blows the sword flowers. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Six Songs"
The Sixth Army has agreed that they will all be stationed in Malaysia. On the old Qixi Festival, we also laughed at the Weaver Girl. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's "Ma Wei Er"
The flames of bonfires in Kyoto, Chang 'an City, crude gas oil. _ _ _ Yang Jiong's "Join the Army"
7. What ancient poems describe "walking"? 1. Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint. -Tang, Song of Snow White, sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Explanation:
Then he disappeared at the next corner of the pass, leaving only the meaning of hoofprint, and turned around and never saw you again. There is a row of horseshoe prints on the snow.
2. There is no road in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village. -Song Luyou's Tour of Shanxi Village
Explanation:
Overlapping mountains and winding waterways seem to have no way out. Suddenly the willow shade is deep, and flowers and a small village are in front of me. This is a metaphor. When people are in trouble, they suddenly find that there are hopes and solutions ahead.
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. -Tang Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
Explanation:
On this day, it was raining in Mao Mao, Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people traveling on the road were as confused and desolate as those who lost their souls.
4. There is no road in the green hills, and there is another village. Suddenly, I saw Qian Fan looming. -On the River by Wang Song Anshi
Explanation:
The mountains on both sides of the river are winding, so I thought there was no road ahead. However, in the distance of the river, I suddenly saw many faint white sails passing by.
He sometimes sells melons in his garden by the roadside, and sometimes plants willows around his villa, the old general of Tang Dynasty.
Explanation:
Therefore, Hou lived on the roadside to sell melons for the people and learned to make green willows in front of pottery seeds.
6. Clear water is a hundred paces, and the world name is Tan Zichi. Yuqiao Lingyang, who is this pool? Predecessors said Yu, Tan Shupi of this county. At the end of Kaiyuan, the word Ayi was born. You can talk when you fall to the ground, and you need eyebrows when you are over nine years old. I don't drink or eat, and I never said I was thirsty and hungry. Leave at 15 o'clock sharp, the fast horse can't catch up. Twenty years into the mountains, never to return. Gone forever. -Tang Guo Zhou Fan Tan Zichi
7. Dementia is as simple as a chicken. Today is a peaceful time, frolicking like a child. -Liu song kezhuang's "top ten slogans of ugly day"
8. Teenagers walk like flies, laughing, and it's too late to walk. I should be healthy with you, you are the same as me. The rapid spread of black rabbits can change the sea and mulberry fields. It is still difficult to achieve great things, not to mention a hundred years of lightning. To know that this statement is true, it is more important to ask Ma Gu. -Song Shiwen's "Youth Walk"
9. Free and unfettered, quietly and wantonly wandering. Leaning on a stick, I slowly hung my wide sleeves. Ren, lingering, away from the fragrant wind, the green fog is tempting. Suddenly hold your head up and hold your chest high, and don't care to meet Tian Jingxiu. See tsing yi, call hands in mid-air. Then he told Yu and Hugh to stop chasing and pointed to the depths of the white clouds, where there were immortals. -Wang Yuan's "Guo Laner Slow, Easy"
10. It's no responsibility to be a wild old man, and there are refugees on the road who are finally tempted. -Song Luyou, "Mixed Spring"