The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
The night is still deeper, and the moonlight only illuminates half of the family, and the other half is hidden in the darkness. The Big Dipper is tilted, so is Nandou. I didn't know the arrival of spring until tonight. Outside the screen window reflected by leaves, the chirping insects came to the house for the first time.
2. Miscellaneous feelings-Huang Jingren in Qing Dynasty
The immortal Buddha didn't make it, only knowing that the night was uneven.
The wind shed is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with poverty and happiness.
Nine out of ten people are contemptible, but none of them is a scholar.
Don't worry about poetry. Spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices.
The road to becoming immortal and Buddha is slim, and nothing can be achieved. They can only work alone at night to express their dissatisfaction. The wandering and lonely life killed the impassioned spirit in the poet's poems. People who have no frivolous thoughts about women have gained the reputation of being heartbroken.
Nine out of ten people can look at each other with dirty eyes, and the most useless one is the scholar. Don't worry that your sad poems will be a good or bad prediction. Birds in spring and insects in autumn all make their own sounds.
3. Three Autumn Poems-Qin Guan in Song Dynasty
Yue's group newly grinds glazed porcelain and drinks Chu Ci from Hu Er.
Xiao Xuan has no fallen leaves because of the wind, and caterpillars spit autumn silk relatively.
The earth and the moon are soaked in a tea bowl, and after drinking, let the children back down. There is no wind, no fallen leaves in the yard, and a few bugs are spinning around.
4. Smelling insects-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Insects are singing in the dark at night, and it is cloudy and rainy in autumn.
I'm afraid that people who are worried will sleep for a while and their voices will move closer to the bed.
Originally, I fell into a deep sleep on this rainy autumn night, and autumn insects were still singing in the dark. It seems that people who are afraid of worrying can't sleep well and get closer before going to bed.
5, "Huanxisha Gengshen in addition to the night"-Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty
Luxury is collected in cold places, and red branches are still remembered in dance skirts. Whose house is waiting for the spring breeze.
Bamboo leaves hang upside down to pick swallows, and nine lights quiver with golden worms. The romantic ending is close to heaven.
On the cold New Year's Eve, I put away my strong thoughts and looked at the red dress of the philosopher dancer in front of me. Gorgeous as usual? I think of my family carving marks on candles on New Year's Eve, waiting for the arrival of the New Year.
The bamboo leaf wine has been finished, and everyone wears swallows made of colored silk on their heads to celebrate the arrival of the New Year. The lights and candles are out, and the remaining snuff seems to be trembling slightly, so romantic and happy, thank God for protection.
2. Poems about insects (poems are written by the author) are quatrains in seven words. Liu Yueguang is half home deeper, and Beidou dies in the south.
Tonight, I know that spring is warm and insects are fresh through the green window. In the south of the city, the duration is small and the wings are weak. Afraid of ignorance, secretly understand alone.
New autumn, send Lotte Liu Yuxi a bright moonlight, and you will see autumn. The night is cool and golden, and the sky is quiet and Mars flows.
The sound of flies leans to the well, and fireflies fly straight over the building. Know each other best, chase bees in the clear sky. No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, infinite scenery occupies Luo Yin.
After a hundred flowers blossom into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet? Spider Yuan Zhen has a rich spider world and rich Bashu. The gap is long and the void is woven horizontally.
Entangled bamboo and cypress, devouring insects and moths. In order to send a beautiful woman happy, James Zhu was helpless.
Cut off the cicada crown and the sky is full of jade dew. The child is poor and small, and gradually wants to reach the wheel.
Attack the easy with poison and cure the late with burning heart. Look at that long line and flat desire.
Cicada in the south of the city, drinking clear dew, sound sparse tung. From a distance, not by the autumn wind cicada-Li Shangyin, pure heart, so hungry, you sang in vain all night.
Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! . Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds.
I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you. Robin, the king of cicadas in prison, and cicadas in the west sing cicadas, and the southern crown guest thinks deeply.
I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner. His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.
Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? I gave it to my wife Zhang Hu, forbidden the moon marks on the trees in the palace, but only saw the heron nest. Pull out the shadow of the Hosta lamp, save the moth from the red flame. At night, Li Bai went down to Guangling to sign the pavilion on the moon.
Mountain flowers are like embroidered cheeks, and Jiang Huo is like fireflies. There are few new sunny stars in summer nights, and the rain collects residual water into the Tianhe River. Before sitting on the eaves, it was cold and muddy, and there was no fire. In autumn, Rongyu firefly shadow disappears through the window, and the north wind is slightly rainy.
Insect vocal cords and tears travel in the countryside at night. Why do crickets know others' worries? At four o'clock, you can't have a day of fun, you can be sad, and you can travel evil.
There is nothing on the silent river, and the leaves of buttonwood are bleak. In Xu Hun, the piano is clear in the middle of the night, and the west wind blows the green vine in early autumn.
The dew condensed weeds left a few fireflies; On the morning of autumn, the geese flitted across the Milky Way and flew to the south. Tall trees don't seem to have withered at dawn, and the distance between the sun and the distant mountains is quite clear.
"Huainanzi" has leaves and knows the sentence of Sui mother; I realized the poetry under the leaves of horaba. It's rare to send an old tour to Jiangnan Wu in autumn night, and it hurts to worry about things.
It is forbidden to leak cold through fireflies in the forest. The rain is covered in the bridal chamber, and the lights are far away at night.
Huai county dreams of Jiangnan, and the water is endless. The autumn tour of Penghaomen Lane has never passed by. Who will sing with you in the clear night? Crickets only know that autumn is early and banana rains a lot.
A family heirloom is rich in suicide notes, cynical and drunk. Would such a stupid gentleman? No harm was done to the sky and small mountains. Yue Fei sang nonstop last night.
It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone.
When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain. Whitehead is fame.
Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin.
There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string? That's cricket-Liushahe is cricket singing on the other side of the strait, singing on the other side of the strait, singing in an alley in Taipei, singing in a village in Sichuan, singing everywhere where everyone walks in China, which is more monotonous than monotonous music and more harmonious than the most harmonious sound. Condensed water is dew burning, fireflies turning into birds and wrens. You're listening, you're thinking of me, you're listening, I'm singing. Oh, you should guess what I'm singing. I will guess what you are thinking. China people have the mentality of China people. China people have the ears of China people. It is suspected that there is a phoenix bird calendar, which varies from day to day.
Families in the water grow into frogs, and silkworms in the forest always turn into moths. The frog jumps and laughs, but it has many scales and feathers.
The fish in the river are called wives and concubines, and Sai Yan is associated with brothers. However, I'm afraid the world is really well connected, and intimacy is also a strong name.
Silkworm calluses can't protect themselves, and bees are hungry and honey cooked. You know, those elderly people who are worried about their families are afraid of two bugs.
Lu' an Wu, the strength of the two companies is very different. How to put it in a deep cage, a kind of destruction touches every corner.
Among all the animals, there are many swords and guns howling, and birds wail for Luo Yi. What happened to the lamb's mouth? There was no sound in the darkness.
On the nest where moths put out fires to destroy enemy mosquitoes, it was quite touching, fighting for the corner of snails. It should be the hero in the dust in the lower bound of heaven.
Flies on the Internet never die. What's the difference between floating life and old age?
The queen ant turns rice into a concubine, and the mother thief is a descendant. The other person's pseudonym is not his own, so why reply?
Bean sprouts and deer chew poison, mugwort finches take the nest. Birds and beasts have never read materia medica, so they know who taught it.
A mouse got the fairy's wings, and many mice looked at each other enviously. I didn't fly in the air, but I ate in the kite's mouth.
Goose milk leaves its young in the water, and the fish becomes scales. What are the subtle secrets? People who know them should be saints.
There are many more, just list the better ones! ! .
The poem about insects should be written by the author. Two (1) cicadas sing high. Throughout the ages, the singing of "knowing, knowing" has made poets with rich and delicate emotions write many beautiful and moving poems.
"In the woods of Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died comfortably?" (Xuanniao, that is, Swallow) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: Bright Moon and Bright Night") "Singing cicadas is cold, when autumn flowers bloom" (Pan Yue's "Heyang County Records" is two) "Mourning cicadas is silent, and Cong Yanming is flying in the sky." (Tao Yuanming's September 9th) "The willow leaves in the garden are cold for a long time, so the cicada should be alarmed" (Sui Wang Youli's Give the willow leaves to sing the cicada loudly) "Nature can always respond to the cicada" (Tang Wen Chan) "How far the cicada is, the lush trees echo" (Song Zhuxi's Nan 'an Road Middle).
Suddenly, the string was broken, and I heard that the pipe was uneven (Liu Tang Yuxi rewarded the lonely "xianggong" to see the new cicada), "The cicada forest is quieter, and the Tona Palace Mountain is more secluded" (Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoyexi"), "The spring is swallowed, and the piano sounds at the beginning. Changfeng keeps cutting, but it is still among the branches. "
(Tang Lutong's "New Cicada") "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight." (Song Xin Qi Ji's Journey to the Yellow Sand Road on the Xijiang Moon) "If you have to drink Xuanlu, why should you quit the high willow cold?" (Liu Chen deleted Poems of Singing Cicada in the Southern Dynasties) "If you drink He Jie, your charm will be longer" (Don Dai Shulun's Painting Cicada) "Listening to Qiu Chan and Qiu Chan is not the same place.
Fine willow flies high and late, and grows in Yang Shu; Autumn sounds are chaotic and uneven, which is worrying. Zen sounds like Xiao, and the group noise is the tone; The wind is floating and ringing, and it contains many voices of breaking diplomatic relations.
..... ""Listen to the cicada, this is infinitely sad. The crowd hissed in Yushu, echoing the Golden Gate. The long wind sounds at night, and the dew is clear for food.
The evening breeze is more close to the morning dew, which is known only to Qiu Ge. Cover a few leaves with a thin body and moan and hug.
..... "(Sui Lusidao's Listening to Cicada with Yang Nayan) (2) Hummingbee Author: No matter the flat land or the mountain top, the infinite scenery in Luo Yin is occupied. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?
(3) The butterfly hedge is sparse and deep in diameter, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Note [Explanation] Yang Wanli, the author of this poem, is a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. He wrote more than 20,000 poems in his life, including a lot of landscape poems. His poems are fresh and interesting, ingenious in conception, popular in language and unique, which is as famous as Lu You and others at that time.
This poem is a description of the pastoral style.
4. Bug Poems in Bai Juyi's Country Night
In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.
Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow.
Wenchong Bai Juyi
Insects are singing in the dark at night, and it is cloudy and rainy in autumn.
I'm afraid that people who are worried will sleep for a while and their voices will move closer to the bed.
Liuyueye
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
Qiu Lai Lihe
Autumn wind hits the heart, the strong man works hard, there is a faint light, and the owl cries for weaving a warm dress.
Who saw Qing Jian weaving books without sending flowers, insects, powder and empty moths?
This thought involves, my stomach should be worried tonight, the rain is cold, like an ancient poet comforting a hanging soul.
In the autumn night, in the cemetery, Bao's poems were recited, and their blood feud turned into jasper on the earth, which is hard to disappear for thousands of years.
Send me uncle Wang Changling.
The autumn water in the deep forest has been empty recently, and it has returned to the quiet shade to play.
What do you mean xipu is gone? The grass roots are cold and sad.
Chen Wenshu in autumn night.
The bottom of buttonwood leaves shows the Milky Way, and it is as cold as a window.
The insects on the four walls sound like two rows of geese, and I don't know where to get autumn more.
Mao Zedong, the Seven Unique Braves.
Sitting alone by the pool like a tiger, watching the wake under the shade tree.
If I don't speak first in spring, which bug dares to be quiet.
5. The ancient poem about insects is 1. Bai Juyi, the author of "Village Night", cut pale insects in the Tang Dynasty, and the people in the south of the village are absolutely unique.
Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow. In a gray autumn grass beaten by frost, insects are whispering, and pedestrians around the mountain village are extinct.
I came to the front door alone and looked at the fields. I saw the bright moon shining on the endless buckwheat field. The buckwheat flowers on the ground are like a dazzling snowflake. 2, the "Liu Dynasty" In the Tang Dynasty, the moonlight was deeper than half of the households, and Beidou was in the south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh. The night is still deeper, and the moonlight only illuminates half of the family, and the other half is hidden in the darkness.
The Big Dipper is tilted, so is Nandou. I didn't know the arrival of spring until tonight. Outside the screen window reflected by leaves, the chirping insects came to the house for the first time.
3, the author of bright moon and night light, anonymous dynasty, bright moon and night light, propaganda east wall. Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid.
Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes. In the woods of Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died peacefully.
Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins. If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.
There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke. What's the use of not having a solid name? The bright moonlight is full of late autumn nights, and crickets on the east wall are humming.
At this time, Yuheng, Kaiyang and Yaoguang Samsung in the night sky indicate that the season has entered the early winter, and the twinkling stars make the night sky shine! The leaves of grass in late autumn are covered with crystal dew, and late autumn has arrived unconsciously. I heard the intermittent cicada singing coming from the shadow of the branches and leaves of my mother-in-law tree. Where have all those mysterious birds gone? It turned out to be the season when autumn geese returned to the south.
Some of my good friends who walk hand in hand with me have already started their careers first. However, they don't care about the affection of the same family, treat me as a walking step and despise me! The stars in the night sky called "Jixing", "Douxing" and "Petunia" can't be lifted, weighed or pulled. Why do they need such a name? It's a false name! When I think that my friends said that the friendship of the same family was "rock solid", but now it is gone, what's the use of that pseudonym? 4. Huangsha Road, Xijiang Moonlight Line, written by Xin Qiji, Yue Ming in the Song Dynasty did not surprise the magpie, and the breeze sang at midnight.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian community was next to the forest. This road turns to the creek bridge.
The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to bring cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year. There are light clouds in the sky, twinkling stars appear from time to time, and it is raining in front of the mountain. The familiar Maodian hut is still located in the Woods near the Earth Temple.
Turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us. 5, into the Ruoyexi, the author Wang Jichao, Southern and Northern Dynasties, how to know, empty water * * * leisurely.
The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water. The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual.
This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad. I am driving a boat and playing leisurely on the Ruoye River. The sky is reflected in the water, and the water and the sky are the same.
The sunset glow rises from the distant hill facing the sun, and the sun shines on the winding water. Cicadas sing loudly, but the Woods are particularly quiet; With the sound of birds singing, the mountains are quieter than usual.
This place gave me the heart of seclusion, and I was sad because I was tired of my career for many years but didn't retire.
6. Ancient poems about insects 3. Who is the master of the poem about painting worms? Red dragonfly and green mantis.
-Le Songlei method "Autumn Walking Village Road" Xiao He only shows sharp corners, and dragonflies stand on it. -Song Yang Wanli "Xiaochi" Ma Yinzhi Road is really tired, and the sound is still in my ears.
-Huang Qing Ren Jing's "Miscellaneous Feelings" Tonight, I know that spring blossoms and insects are separated by green screens. -Don Liu Fangping "Moonlit Night" didn't mean to bring a few flowers, but actually took butterflies down the mountain.
-Zhu Qing Su Jing "The Woodman's Words" I don't know whether the flowers in front are good or not, and the bees and butterflies are the precursors. —— Song Yang Wanli's "Cold Food Club Garden" South window is the first sleep of the pillow, and the butterfly flies like snow.
-Ming Hua Una's "Wake Up" deeply sees butterflies, and dragonflies fly slowly. -Tang Du Fu's "Qujiang Dujiu" painted a screen with a silver candle and a small fan flapping at fireflies.
-Don Mutu's autumn night.
7. Poetry about insects 1, Village Night
Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,
In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.
Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow.
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In a gray autumn grass beaten by frost, insects are whispering, and pedestrians around the mountain village are extinct. I came to the front door alone and looked at the fields. I saw the bright moon shining on the endless buckwheat field. The buckwheat flowers on the ground are like a dazzling snowflake.
2. jathyapple
Author Liu, Tang Dynasty
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
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The night is still deeper, and the moonlight only illuminates half of the family, and the other half is hidden in the darkness. The Big Dipper is tilted, so is Nandou. I didn't know the arrival of spring until tonight. Outside the screen window reflected by leaves, the chirping insects came to the house for the first time.
3. The bright moon shines in the sky
The author is anonymous.
The bright moon shines that night, promoting the singing of the East Wall. Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid.
Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes. In the woods of Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died peacefully.
Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins. If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.
There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke. What's the use of not having a solid name?
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The bright moonlight is full of late autumn nights, and crickets on the east wall are humming. At this time, Yuheng, Kaiyang and Yaoguang Samsung in the night sky indicate that the season has entered the early winter, and the twinkling stars make the night sky shine! The leaves of grass in late autumn are covered with crystal dew, and late autumn has arrived unconsciously.
I heard the intermittent cicada singing coming from the shadow of the branches and leaves of my mother-in-law tree. Where have all those mysterious birds gone? It turned out to be the season when autumn geese returned to the south. Some of my good friends who walk hand in hand with me have already started their careers first.
However, they don't care about the affection of the same family, treat me as a walking step and despise me! The stars in the night sky called "Jixing", "Douxing" and "Petunia" can't be lifted, weighed or pulled. Why do they need such a name? It's a false name! When I think that my friends said that the friendship of the same family was "rock solid", but now it is gone, what's the use of that pseudonym?
4. Night Tour of Xijiang River in Huangsha Middle Road
Author Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian community was next to the forest. This road turns to the creek bridge.
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The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to bring cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.
There are light clouds in the sky, twinkling stars appear from time to time, and it is raining in front of the mountain. The familiar Maodian hut is still located in the Woods near the Earth Temple. Turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us.
Step 5 enter Joyehi
The writer is from the Northern and Southern Dynasties.
What's average? Empty water.
The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water.
The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual.
This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad.
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I am driving a boat and playing leisurely on the Ruoye River. The sky is reflected in the water, and the water and the sky are the same. The sunset glow rises from the distant hill facing the sun, and the sun shines on the winding water. Cicadas sing loudly, but the Woods are particularly quiet; With the sound of birds singing, the mountains are quieter than usual. This place gave me the heart of seclusion, and I was sad because I was tired of my career for many years but didn't retire.
8. Poems with insects (more than two sentences) know that it is warm in spring tonight, and the sound of insects is separated from the green screen window. -Tang? On a moonlit night, spring insects fly in the net, and dusk birds hide flowers. When the window is idle, the fruit rains, the grass insects sound under the lamp, the lonely bridge dream, and the grass insects sound deep in the rice field. In the village night, Bai Juyi is prone to frost and grass, and there are no people in the south of the village. A person can see Noda when he leaves the front door, and buckwheat flowers are like snow in the moonlight. Thinking about tonight, the intestines must be straight, and the rain is cold and fragrant. The ghost in the autumn grave sings Bao poetry, and hates blood for thousands of years. "Farewell to Uncle Fifteen" The autumn waters in the deep mountains and forests of Wang Changling have been empty recently, and they have returned to play in the quiet shade. What do you mean xipu is gone? The grass roots are cold and sad. "Autumn Night" Chen Wenshu watched the Milky Way planing the bottom of leaves, and the dew was cold and blue.
9. Poems describing insects are in urgent need of lotus leaves in summer, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors —— Yang Wanli's Jingci Temple Xiao Ji Lin Zifang —— It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs croak everywhere in the grass pond —— Song Zhaoshixiu's Inviting guests —— Why hate Fang Fei when she goes, and the summer trees are pleasant. In the cuckoo's song, summer is new-Lu You's early summer poems. 3. Autumn dusk and loneliness, autumn water * * *-Tang's "farewell to the autumn palace" all trees are autumn. When I faced them from this villa, I drank my wine-farewell secretary in Xuanzhou villa, Tang Libai howled in the autumn wind in August, and it curled three hairs in my house-Tang Du Fu's "Cottage was blown by the autumn wind", red candles and cold painted screens, and a small fan flying in the light. Winter, like the strong wind in spring, blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees. There is no catkin, because there is wind —— Xie Jindao says "Snow Poem" Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, blowing down Xuanyuantai —— Tang Libai's "Popular in the North" has no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Jiang Xue by Tang Zongyuan. When six flowers fly into the house, sit and watch the bamboo turn into lovely branches. -Tang Gao's "On Snow". Wait until the mountain holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
-Tang Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old People's Village" is a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I will meet you in the fall season. -Tang Du Fu's "On Meeting Downstream" receives infinite lotus leaves, which reflect the sun in a different color.
-Song Yang Wanli's "Dawn Out of Jingci Temple to Send to Linzifang" Old friends said the Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. -Tang Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Xiao Jian is red and wet, and Jinguancheng is heavy.
-Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" is a pot of wine in the flowers, and I drink it alone. No one is with me. -Tang Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat.
-Zhang Song He Zhi "Song of the Fisherman" Flowers, as high as my window, hurt the hearts of wanderers, because from this commanding height, sadness is everywhere. -Tang Du Fu's "Climbing the Building" is becoming more and more fascinating. Shallow grass can have no horseshoe.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" 6. There are no birds in the mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. -Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream.
-Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief.
-Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Du Fu's "Looking at the Moon", where birds are alive and mountains are shining, and people's hearts touch a pool of peace.
(Chang Jian: (Broken Mountain Temple and Back Temple)) Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain") Birds inhabit trees by the pool, and monks knock on the moon door.
(Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion") The cicada makes the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is even more quiet. (Wang Ji: "If you enter Xi") Birds inhabit trees by the pool, and monks knock at the door on the moon.
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