15 ancient poetry is in urgent need! ! !

Chai Lu

Author: Wang Wei

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.

Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.

Zhuliguan

Author: Wang Wei

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

say goodbye to

Author: Wang Wei

Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset.

Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .

gum arabic

Author: Wang Wei

Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

lines

Author: Wang Wei

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.

When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? .

Send Cui.

Author: Pei Di

If you want to go back to the mountain, whether it is deep or shallow, go and have a look; These mountains and gullies are pure and beautiful, which are worth appreciating.

Instead of learning from Wu Lingren described by Tao Yuanming, he stayed in the Peach Blossom Garden for a few days and then hurried out of the mountain.

Look at the snow peak in Central South China.

Author: Zuyong

Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.

After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.

Night parking on Jiande River.

Author: Meng Haoran

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

Dawn of spring

Author: Meng Haoran

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Yesi

Author: Li Bai

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

complain

Author: Li Bai

How beautiful she is, opening the pearly window sash, how quietly she leans against it, and how troubled her forehead is! .

I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.

Eight arrays

Author: Du Fu

During the Three Kingdoms period, you made unparalleled achievements, and you gained a permanent reputation by invading.

Beside the changing river, it stands in stone texture, leaving him to grieve and hate Yan Fei Wu.

At Helen's cabin.

Author: Wang Zhihuan

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

Send the soul to the grave

Author: Liu Changqing

Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night.

The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan.

play the piano

Author: Liu Changqing

The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree.

Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.

Give it to the master

Author: Liu Changqing

You are a monk like a lonely cloud and wild crane. How can I live in the world?

Please don't buy a famous mountain, it's a world-famous place.

Autumn night sends a message to autumn.

Author: Wei

When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems.

I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.

After listening to Zheng's words

Author: Li Duan

Jin Su's guzheng makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty of guzheng sits in front of the jade house.

Trying to please Zhou Lang as much as possible, you see she deliberately dialed the wrong string.

New bride

Author: Wang Jian

Come to the kitchen three days after the wedding and wash your hands to make soup.

I don't know the taste of mother-in-law. Let's make the taste of good sister-in-law first.

Yutai style

Author: Quan Deyu

My belt was loose last night, and a lucky beetle flew over my bed this morning.

This is my pigment, this is my powder, welcome to put on my shackles again.

I am so sour! ! ! joke