Poetry longing for green mountains and green waters

1 Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road goes west,

The sun went down,

And lovesick travelers are still at the end of the world.

Lonely phoenix tree, deep courtyard lock clear autumn,

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.

4 Passing by an old friend Zhuang Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

5 Yi people Zheng:

Tang Fang is as clear as a mirror, and the fishing raft will not get lost in the wind.

A few reed flowers float clean, and the sunset lake in Ban 'an Mountain is low.

There are thousands of frost on herons flying over the Rocky Mountains, and the fish weave waves.

It has its own fishing platform, which can send autumn colors across the west of the city.

Answer the deputy magistrate Wei

With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.

I ask myself and always answer, what can be better than going home? .

The wind blows me, and the moon shines on me.

It makes sense to ask the poor. Listen, there are fishermen singing on the lake! .

clear stream

I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.

Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.

The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.

Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

Wangtianmen mountain

Lipper

Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River,

Higashi Shimizu flow by this time.

Green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite.

Lonely sails come from the sun.

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.