Poems about open walls and hidden walls 1. Poems about walls
Swing in the outer wall of the road, laity in the wall, beautiful woman laughing in the wall.
Spring can't close the garden, and an apricot will go out of the wall.
On the east side of Huaishui, in the old moon, the female wall came at night.
The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch.
There is a bright moon pavilion on the west side of the wall, and Xiao Ling plays a song. -Bai Juyi
Liu Jiahua
-Bai Juyi
The flowers on the Liu wall are still blooming, and the grass in front of the Li family is spring again.
Sad hearts begin to feel everywhere, and affection is not as good as less lovers.
Direct purpose
-Han He
The book wall secretly remembers the day of moving flowers, and the prophet washes the urn to make wine.
You have to believe that idle people are busy and come to the rain early to find fishermen.
Send Zheng to fill the vacancy
-Luo Yin
There are several walls in front of the host's door, and every time I pass by, I think of that walking beam.
There is no reason to look at the road, and the kindness is unforgettable.
It is not necessarily a question of gossip, but a question of greed.
No matter how much you know, Sophora japonica will turn yellow immediately after twice.
Other friends
yellow peach
Don't hate East Wall, you will often be killed.
I feel hard and will be promoted one day.
Boat hair on a rainy night, flowers are inexhaustible.
There was smoke all over the mountain, and I was finally ashamed to lie in the clouds.
Make two songs in summer city
Miracle
Monks on three sides are adjacent to a wall, so there is no windy road to enjoy the cool.
Where did he go when he left this place? The blue walls are covered with red clouds and stone houses.
Bamboo is low and rainy, and the water sill is quiet in summer.
If you have a situation, you will not be able to hold people in your arms. There is a green sky outside Lindong Gate.
2. Famous sayings related to light and darkness
A drop of water is also a big world under a microscope. -Lu Xun's famous saying
It's always harder to reform yourself than to ban others. -Lu Xun
When marching, people always have to retire, some are defeated, some are depressed, and some are defected. However, as long as it doesn't hinder the progress, the team Wu Yue will become a pure elite team later. -Lu Xun
Just say no, the important thing is to do it. -Lu Xun
Huge buildings are always made of one stone and one wood. Why don't we do one stone at a time? I often do odd jobs, that's why. -Lu Xun
Words such as empty talk will not last long, but will always be reflected in the mirror of facts and dragged away. -Lu Xun
If you kill the present, you kill the future. -The future is the era of future generations. -Lu Xun
Children need to be taught by others, and their problems need to be treated by others, even teachers or doctors. However, I'm afraid I have to think about how to behave. Many people's prescriptions are often just waste paper. -Lu Xun
Dissatisfaction is the upward wheel. -Lu Xun
I do dissect others from time to time, but I dissect myself more ruthlessly.
The first step of reform is naturally to eliminate waste and create opportunities for the birth of new life.
The fact is a heartless thing, which can smash empty words into pieces.
A great mind should greet tragic misfortune with a smiling face and deal with all misfortunes with a hundred times of courage.
Think for yourself and make your own decisions.
I understand the reason why the declining nation is silent, silence, silence! If you don't break out in silence, you die in silence.
If you don't have a hobby, you can't do as much as possible. If you don't read a set of books first, you will be at a loss or lose your preference. First wide and then deep, first wide and then specialized.
The commentary praised Historical Records as "the historian's swan song, leaving Sao without rhyme".
It doesn't matter whether hope exists or not, just like the road on the ground. In fact, there is no road on the ground, and more people will become roads.
What is a road? It was stepped out from a place where there was no road, and it was opened up from a place where there were only thorns.
One is survival, the other is food and clothing, and the third is development. Whoever dares to hinder these three things, we will resist him and drive him out!
You must pick many flowers like a bee, so that you can brew honey. If you stare at a place, your income will be very limited and you will have no patience.
Great achievements are directly proportional to efforts. Work hard and you will get something. Over time, from less to more, from then on to create miracles.
Life is based on time, wasting other people's time is equal to murder for money, and wasting your own time is equal to chronic suicide.
I'm afraid you have to think about how to express yourself. Many other people's prescriptions are often just waste paper.
Even a genius, the first cry at birth will never be a good poem.
"Don't insult the last". Even if it is slow, it will never stop. Even if he falls behind and fails, he will certainly achieve his goal.
If it has real meaning, whitewash it, be less melodramatic and don't show off.
The poor will never worry about opening an exchange, and the kerosene king will never know the suffering of the old woman who picks up cinders in Beijing.
Underestimating your enemy is the easiest way to fail.
3. Poems of Ming Dynasty
Gong Ci (Bai Juyi)
Tears are exhausted, and dreams are not realized. Before midnight, the temple sang.
Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu)
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Sauvignon Blanc (Si Wanyong)
One, one more. The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite.
Dreams are hard to achieve, and hatred is hard to level. People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall.
A Letter to Han Chuo (Du Mu), the Magistrate of Yangzhou
Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs?
4. Stone spring flows in the dark wall, and the grass falls in the autumn.
Dusk time
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
Cattle and sheep have already returned from the fields, and every family is closed.
The breeze is a charming night, but the beautiful mountain is not your home.
The spring water flows down from the stone wall, and the dew on autumn night condenses on the grass roots.
Under the background of gray hair and bright lights, why did Butler rice splash the spark of good news?
"The stone spring flows through the dark wall, and the grass falls into the autumn roots." The author, who was uneasy inside, fell into a deeper night. He went to see the scenery on the mountain alone. In the quiet moonlight and the shadow of the rock, he heard the spring gurgling along the stone wall and making a cold sound. Dew condensed on the grass roots at the foot and wet the shoes. A closer look shows that they stick to the grass leaves one by one, seep into the ground along the leaves, and nourish the roots of weeds. In such a deep mountain autumn night, the wind and frost dew attack people, and the cold water seems to soak into people's skin. In Du Fu's poems, we can often find carefully tempered sentences, just like an old artist with exquisite skills, who can carve exquisite and delicate wood carvings. This is the case with these two sentences. The author intentionally reversed the word order. According to the meaning, that sentence should be: "Dark spring flows through the stone wall, and autumn dew drops grass roots." After changing words, the tone is more sonorous, and the relationship between "stone" and "spring", "grass" and "dew" is closer and integrated, and the original strange sentences become more charming, condensing a sad and quiet artistic conception.
5. Poems describing the room
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There is a big box of pear flower marble in the room, in which there are all kinds of celebrity calligraphy stickers, dozens of precious inkstones, all kinds of pen holders, and the pens inserted in the sea are like trees. On the other side is a big Ru kiln flower bag, and a crystal ball is filled with a bag of white chrysanthemums.
In the middle of the Western Wall hangs a large Xiangyang Misty and Rain Map, with a pair of couplets on the left and right, which are Yan's ink. Word cloud: Clouds are idle, and spring scenery is wild. There is a big tripod on the box.
On the left side of the rosewood shelf stood a large plate of a big official kiln, in which dozens of exquisite bergamot were placed. There is a white jade chime hanging on the right side of the foreign lacquer shelf, and there is a small hammer next to it.
The couch is a step-by-step bed with green embroidery and insects hanging on it. It gives people the impression that the whole place is spacious and dense, full of a natural and elegant book style.
3 slowly open your eyes and see the pink curtains, and the twilight is cool. The top of the head is a tassel gently shaken by the wind.
I moved uncomfortably, only to find that the bed under me was cold and hard. Even though the complicated and colorful clouds spread like water under me, they were always soft but extremely thin. From time to time, there is a fragrance of rosewood, quiet and beautiful.
Next to the couch are windows, exquisite carvings and rare wood. The scenery outside the window is beautiful, including rockeries, ponds, green lotus roots and pink water lilies.
From time to time, a little maid passed by, but the footsteps were light and the conversation was light. There are five main doors, with bucket loach ridges on the top, doors and windows, all of which are finely carved, fresh and elegant, without cinnabar coating. The walls are all water of one color, and the white stone terraces and stony ground below are carved into the pattern of Xifan grass. Looking around, you can see that white stone, like a ghost or a beast, with mottled moss on it. Looking down from the branches of the tree, you can see the snow falling in Qingxi, the stone ridge piercing through the clouds, the white stone as a hedge, the pool surrounded by three stone bridges, and the beast's face vomiting. There is a pavilion on the bridge, surrounded by a powder wall outside the courtyard, surrounded by green willows, three hanging flower doors and a veranda on all sides.
The Yong Road in the courtyard is adjacent, with rocks scattered all over the place, and five buildings are hung with "painted green" plaques. The whole courtyard is magnificent, elegant, colorful and exquisite, and the backyard is full of roses, treasures and pools.
Qin Fangxi meets here and flows out of the Grand View Garden. There is a white stone road that runs through Qinfangxi and leads to the other side. Originally, all sides were carved with exquisite wooden boards, or "a hundred bats floating in the clouds", or "three friends of the old cold", or landscape figures, or feather flowers, or collections, or Bo Gu, or various designs of Wanfu Wanshou, all carved by famous artists and sold with lottery money.
There is a storage room, a tripod, a pen and an inkstone, a vase and a bonsai. There are all kinds of flowers, or the sky is round, or sunflower leaves, or a series of half walls.
It's really colorful and exquisite. Shure five-color yarn paste is actually a small window; Shuercai silk covers lightly, but it is a secluded household.
The wall is covered with grooves dug in the shape of antique toys. Such as piano, sword, hanging bottle, desk screen, etc. Although they are hung on the wall, they are all flush with the wall.
The whole room was covered with crimson Turkish brocade decorated with golden flowers. In the recess of the room, there is something like a sofa with several Arab swords on it. The scabbard is gilded, and the hilt is inlaid with glittering gems. There is a Venetian glass lamp hanging from the ceiling, which is charming in shape and color. The foot is a Turkish carpet that can sink to the ankle; There are some curtains hanging in front of the door, and the other door leads to the second room, which looks magnificent.
I saw that the entrance was a winding veranda, and the stones under the steps overflowed into a road. There are two or three small houses above, one bright and two dark, with beds and chairs inside.
There is a small door from the back and out of the backyard. There are big pears and plantains. There are two minor setbacks.
Suddenly there was a gap under the wall of the backyard and a clear spring appeared. The ditch is only a few feet long, and it is filled in the wall, around the house to the front yard, and around the bamboo forest. The whole room was covered with crimson Turkish brocade decorated with golden flowers.
In the recess of the room, there is something like a sofa with several Arab swords on it. The scabbard is gilded, and the hilt is inlaid with glittering gems. There is a Venetian glass lamp hanging from the ceiling, which is charming in shape and color. The foot is a Turkish carpet that can sink to the ankle; There are some curtains hanging in front of the door, and the other door leads to the second room, which looks magnificent. The room is neat, with a simple bed in the corner, a plaid curtain at one end and a flour-brushed wall at the other.
There are mud bricks underground. Really spotless, but very wet. I don't think I'll do it again after the last wash. The windows in the basement face the street, and blinds are installed for fear of children throwing stones, which are covered with grotesque weeds collected from fences, ditches and fields.
There are herbs hanging everywhere in that room, and the light is blocked; Herbs give off an unpleasant smell when they are air-dried. 10 This room is simple, but it is gorgeous.
The room is round, near the wall, with a circle of fixed benches. On benches, walls and ceilings, there are gorgeous skin, soft as the most expensive carpet. Among them are lion skin with fluffy mane, colorful striped tiger skin in Bangladesh, leopard skin with beautiful spots that appeared in front of Dante, bear skin in Siberia and fox skin in Norway; These cortex layers are stacked, as if walking on the most lush racetrack or lying on the most luxurious bed.
1 1 The dark windows face the same yard and are equipped with the same fence. There is a spider web that may be twenty-five years old between the railings. That piece has been used for 25 years, and it was originally green.
6. Poems praising murals
1, "See the Fresco Buddha in Prison" Tang Liu Changqing is not a place of grievances, but a glimpse of great sorrow.
Living alone under thorns, I still see the rain flower. The land is narrow, the purple is small and the city is high.
2. "Song of Rain Clouds on the Mural of Li Tang" Tang seems to be out of the colonnade and seems to fly with the wind and rain. Cao sometimes doesn't dare to go back, saying that people get wet in the rain.
3, "Pay package evaluation mural landscape see send" Tang Huangfuran is proud of the official, the original intention is in Yunquan.
Yan Hansheng first appeared, and the peaks were abrupt. Dai fen is far and near and writes.
4. "The mural landscape of the East House in the Middle of Daxi" ... The branches hang on the spring and send it to Chang 'an "Tang Lu talks about the mural flying over the spring, falling in the clouds and jumping on the tree. When practicing, it is suspected that the leaves are ringing and the clouds are biased.
It is Confucianism to take advantage of the double swords. 5. "Song of Candlelight Landscape Mural by Wei Shuqing in Jincheng, the Same Door Brother" Peng Ying, the white wall of Tang Libai Gaotang, is seen in front of the candle clearing in Cangzhou.
The rough mountains are towering, and the red mountains face each other across the sea. 6. "Ode to the Provincial Wall Crane" Tang Song Wenzhi painted a white wall crane, which was full of life.
Feifei didn't go, but it was love for Bourne.
7. "Feng Youxiang's Chinese Book Mural Landscape" Tang Temple has more leisure and mountains and rivers fall in love. I want to write deeply and interestingly, also because of seaweed painting.
Jiujiang Hu Lin, Three Gorges. 8. "Cao Murals and landscapes are each given a water sail." Tang Li revealed that Zhang Fan floated in the water and the sun set.
Birds see * * * degrees, and clouds are dying. Long waves are silent and vague.
9. "He Zhongshu Tang Liji Assistant Yuen Long Mural Cloud" powder mural cloud, if it can be too clear. The shadow rises from the sky and the light is bright.
Reflect Xiao Yu's interest, Lin Xuan. 10, "Looking at the Mural Jiu Si" Tang Baoqi I was honored and withered, and a hundred years of sorrow and joy returned to the air.
In the dead of night, birds and magpies are fighting, and real monks are in the forest.
1 1, "Drawing Clouds with Li Jiushi and Cao Guanbi" Tang Gaoshi began to know the hometown guests of the emperor and could draw pale clouds. Wan Li is full of splendor in autumn, but I wonder if it will fly to the fullest.
12 "Preface to Master Landscape Murals" Qi Lianshan painted a Zen leaf, and the powder wall was full of fragrance.
Sitting in the air, * * * refers to the clear sky returning to the mountains.
13, "Looking at the Mountain Sheren Mural" Tang Yeren stayed in other people's homes, and when he saw this mountain, he called it Dawn Mountain. Half of them are still perched on the mountain clouds, and the curtains are opened to release the birds in the lake.
14, "Gu Song, mural of the upper house with inscription", and Tang Zhuwan's "Pangu Roots in Stone", which means the word is born.
Understanding the nature of vegetation is in the hands of the painter. Yin is deeper than the abbot's room, straight and interesting.
15, "Taichung will be straight and see Xiao's mural landscape in the morning". Tang thought that insects were in the open air and the breeze blew bamboo. Today, I began to realize that I was a returning guest. I secretly wrote that I was returning to Shiquan.
16 "Mural of Yuanmen Temple in Changsha" Tang pieces lean on stones, and the clouds and valleys see high feelings.
The world only loves flowers and birds, and Liang Guangming is everywhere.
17, the mural song of Chuanjing Academy (with the words "Xizhu Jingzhong Hall" on one topic) is so thin that it raises the lonely peak and cherishes the good handwriting of the monk Jiang. I want to draw many places for tourists, but painting at the bottom of a ravine is really loose.
18, "Mural Folding Bamboo Miscellaneous Words" is full of vines and heavy snow.
Feng, don't say goodbye to Xiangjiang River. It's not that there has never been a root. Painters follow the trend and teach them to destroy it.
19, "Shen Daoyuan has a strange pen for ink murals, but he regrets that he has no appreciation in poor years." Song brushed the dust off the ink painting on the wall for him.
The breath of the grass tree comes out, and the momentum of the mountain returns. The road breaks from the sand, and people are self-sufficient.
20. "Crabs in Murals in Yuanhe Province" The Temple of Heaven in Song Dynasty is not a god, and many things are self-contained. Qian Hou swept the pen and ink and knelt down to take care of it.
If you go out of a cave, you still want to. 2 1, Little is known about the stunts of "Murals of Luohan and Sun Taigu in Xinfan Law School", who pity Taigu traces.
A good name comes from our party and is easy to escape. Mountains stay away from stealing cigarettes and clothes.
22. "The Mural Landscape of Yi Yun and Shu" Song Sima Guang's "The Painter" has been lingering in his heart, slightly attracting Du Zhou. A bunch of cases are still too hot, don't be surprised by the new ideas.
23, "Western Mural Music" Song Songqi wrote hard in several trees and frosted bone scales for thousands of years.
The emperor of Qin is not as good as a doctor as an official.
24, "Jade Hall Mural" Song Song recalled the forbidden area of Tang Jiaxuan that year, and the powder wall was audible. The return of Cheng Ming's image today will always be a story with Luanpo.
25, "Mural Bamboo Crane" Song and Yuan said that the cold window is silent and the painters are half covered.
Looking at the south wall, it stands tall, and the Chinese watch recognizes it. I miss the wind and seek shelter.
7. Poems in secluded paths
Send Xing Author: Why does the secluded path force the party, and the creeping grass has no way.
This life is not bitter, and I am afraid to go out. Back to Mengshan, staying late, such as Shangyanbu.
With the withering of flowers in spring, Ran Ran will prosper. If you send a message to a simple-minded person, Zhu Yan will get scared.
The scenic obstacle is the creek cultivator Fu Author: Mr. Zhang Mao Xiaoxile Leshan, and the house by the creek is quite elegant. Open the entrance to see the water instead of the mountains, look at the pictures.
Gao Zhai's pen hangs in the breeze, as if sitting under my cliff. The peaks are like Ma Benteng, and the green trees face Ye Ping.
Pavilion suddenly from the sky, flying springs from the peak. The mid-levels are full of clouds and white peaks, and the valleys are full of rocks.
There are few pedestrians in the sunset on the wild bridge, and few people know the flowers in the secluded path. Xiao Xi lives in the daytime and has a lot of leisure, so he can't bear to see this picture.
Living conditions can restore grain power, spring ploughing bow. The short clouds in the day are on the plow dragon, and the long books in the night are on the side.
Sometimes when I come back, I will meet seagulls, and whales will learn a few things by sucking spring grains. Climbing a mountain or holding Xie Fuzhen, why not take wine far from the commune?
Every time I learn birds in the pool, I still know the guests. Drunk, invited to write a long story, I can't write it out.
Send Zheng Tongfu back to Zhang Yu. Sub-topic Poetry Sub-topic Canglang Pool Author: Zhang Tiancang Langchi is full of water and flows eastward every day. Wear bamboo to find a secluded path, carry a pot and take a boat.
Miscellaneous flowers are divided into two banks, and trees cover double hills. The rising sun is chaotic, and the breeze is foggy.
Boarding is more generous, and laughter is still there. The wild old man idles, but the fisherman enjoys himself.
Fu color falls, Han Han is fragrant and happy at night, forgetting to kill gulls. When it comes to picking Qin, it is said that my hometown is autumn.
Cui Ying invaded chess, and the light overflowed with wine. When you are drunk, you are ready to be brave.
Therefore, Confucian officials are cold and disciples are excellent. Time deceives short hair, but frost hides fur.
The stork is leaving and the foal is still singing. Willow sparse wrapped around the horse's head, sail full out of the river.
Don't try to follow the smoke, hang it on the floor. The mountains are dim, the clouds are all night, and the birds in the forest are congenial.
Tonight in the middle of the month, the light is thin and sad. Mid-Autumn Festival West Lake Society Hundred Words Rhyme. Authors: Yu Baiyue, Qinglian Society, Wen Xingyuan, Ju Kui.
Chang Geng reflects Guiqiu, and Taiyi divides the night. The mountains are three purple, and the peaks are nine obsidian and low.
Taurus must understand women, and Zhang Lu is neither arrogant nor impetuous. Wise saints rely on talented people, and clear light guides their wives.
Zhan Ying should preach Taishi, but Tao should ask. The tiger looks high, but the cloth is in the hall.
Ming Wu Tong sent an elephant, but Han Wei forgot his hoof. It's a good thing to mention cow ears.
Praise the horse in the altar and call the chicken out of the cloud. A scholar can mark a silver tube, and a friend can make a jade bag.
Onions can be seen clearly, and beads are awkward. Everyone goes to the fairy boat and takes the moon ladder.
When the banquet was full of rainbows, I was fascinated by pens. Duole's words are continuous and lazy.
An empty mountain knows the world, and a secluded road is not a road. People are surprised by the same words, but the immortal side has not changed.
I hate my whites, but I hate them. The sword box belongs to the general, and the poem bag is small.
The book will burn the inkstone, and every time the medicine is taken into fesr. The Moon Temple was invaded by Russia, and Tian Yao suddenly dreamed of farming.
Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang Baojing, Sleeping and Revealing Gold. Let Ge fly the bluebird and cut off the neon across the sky.
The sky is vast, and the ducklings gather water to crowd out. Love at first sight, meeting joy, but reunion turned into sadness.
Yilin talks about fighting for deer, but Huang Lu fears singing. Troda Zhang Yu, the dust is around.
If you are willing to come, you will not hesitate. Throw the tiller into the bucket and Lingyun bends down.
When the situation is ridiculous, I am willing to get caught up in it. Attached to chasing the wind and chasing horses, it is a shame to be huge.
Free and unfettered out of strict households, singing boiling. It is said that the ship invites guests and turns into a car.
Lotus is worse than Betty, and Xiao Ai is worse than Dan. Full of eyebrows in the east and teeth in the west.
Feather clothes come from Man Ting Pavilion, and the boat is fragrant. Jade, red, well-preserved, carved with light deer.
Tencel lotus root juice, fragrant. No more than one cup, long Zhai Bi Zhu.
The auspicious wind is blowing gently, and auspicious things are piling up. If you want to burn, you will pay.
The column was still broken and blew several times. Three difficulties leave Buddha, Wang Ming, Five Blessingg.
There is no room for flying feathers. Smoke stays in the tea stove, and the stove shines.
Incense kills jade, while celery cools green mud. Enjoy the biography of Yi Pu and hope to spread wisdom.
Rush through the wind and break the glass. Clouds are dark and green, and Lu Han feels the rain.
The brocade pool flies in the shade, and the embroidery is purple. Drunk customers fight for pheasants, and fishermen build nests skillfully.
Far away, the river smells of white horses, and the leaves are still yellow. The fish market has been forgotten, and the villagers miss Bo Xi.
The bridge car is covered with moss and the pier is full of flowers. Rangers boast of silver, and Chanjuan gathers like a grate.
When the lotus withered, Lao Yang sighed. Blue oars lean on the golden sands, and green sleeves carry flowers.
Laugh at Chen Qingyu's case and shoot white brass cymbals together. Colored candles melt the pearl phoenix, and red English embraces mignonette.
Children peek at wild bamboos, and the music department plays pear gardens. When the team is out of tune, it is half crooked.
The master is still in accordance with the festival, and the young people are slow and light. Long mingge Zhu Dai, deep rock drums.
Youtan stops Buddhist music, and the smoke tree cries. Turn around and empty the house, Taoli dike.
It was a mistake for Hui Hui to hide the toad and the rabbit. Exposed and heavy, the rope moves red.
Donate dreams in the middle of the night and lose consciousness in the middle of the night. The flowers are bright and colorful, and the front is cold and bright.
Zhu Xuan's investment in Chishui is a close call. Extremely ordinary back to frost practice, Gao Ge snow cover.
The lonely mountain is fascinated by cranes, and Luyuan is surprised at first sight. Elm is platinum and dawn, maple is green and yellow.
The night light is still there, and the fire revives antimony. The leaning Han leans on the secluded Zhu, and the cool cloud locks the boudoir.
Non-success to the stage concubine, shadow in the water. Took advantage of one geisha after another in Lu 'an and sold it at leisure.
Jin Xin people * * * cut off, who can cut off the moon. The rhyme borrows from Wu Xianpu, and the singer builds a topic.
Every family is beautiful in the east wall, a little memory of Nanqi. It's funny to think about logging and making up stories.
Yayi wants to learn from Du Fu, but she wants to force Changli. Laughter is the way, knowing men is not the flow.
I like the new hairstyle, but I can't understand it. If you cook a good fish and throw it into the water, you will get tired of it.
I prefer fragrance to remoteness. If you don't know how to hide your eyebrows, you live in a closed house.
God's friendship is better than strength, and the adjustment of leaves is endless. Qi and shoulders are different, and poems are mutually approved.
Dare to climb the dragon wing, shame to kill Ma Benling. You are tired of singing, but you are tired of singing.
You can avoid being with others. God trusts your friends. It's always foggy, so it's hard to be blessed.
If you accumulate incense and enjoy food, you will attack jade and collect stones. Water is far away from gulls and herons, and there are mixed turtles and owls in the mountains.
Returning to the forest stone tooth, driving the grass backwards. Recalling the struggle for mercy, Feitian God intends to jump up.
The small and micro alliance has decided that the body is hidden in the west of the lake. Together with Zou, I told you about visiting the former site of Changchun Palace (four poems). Author: Wang Zhiduan lives in his spare time, and the scenery in the suburbs is very harmonious.
Therefore, like all gentlemen, I admire you. The rugged and clear stream is blocked and the winding path is secluded.
The grass is green and the flowers are red. A little poor, so I built the feather palace.
Luan is absolutely loud, and the wheel speed is rare. The address has been stripped of the foundation of writing, and the porch is falling.
Because of the sadness of the past, I look forward to the hope of Peng Fang. Zhao Zhong visited the Tiantai Wild Goose Swing about the next year and gave it to Zhang Gong as a gift. Authors: Wang Shucheng, Fan Sheng, with beautiful scenery, there are more wild geese on the rooftop than angelica.
In the mountains, the crane feather landed, and the autumn wind gave me leisure clothes. Clothes make you worry-free, and songs pay for ethereal sentences.
Fan Jiang flooded yesterday, and the abode of fairies and immortals wandered among the smoke trees. Zhang Gong rode a donkey out of the Bohai Sea, and the castle peak broke the fairy house.
The paths are intertwined and the cliffs are full of dangers. Seven days of chaos, a thousand years apart.
I'm hanging in the air.
8. About poems on the wall
Poetry on the wall
Poetry on the wall is a treasure in ancient poetry and a cultural phenomenon worth studying.
Such as Song Sushi's "Title Xilin Wall":
Seen from the side of the ridge, it becomes a mountain peak.
The distance is different.
I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain,
Just because I'm in this mountain.
As far as the content is concerned, the poems on the wall are all made with feelings and have sustenance.
It can be roughly divided into the following types:
First, political aspirations. Most of these poems are dissatisfied with reality.
The title wall was lost in Song Dynasty.
Selling land classics by Baita Bridge,
The short columns in the pavilion are the most distinctive.
Why only say Lin 'an Road?
No, it's a few miles from the Central Plains!
Second, life is difficult, begging for social sponsorship, writing poems on the wall, and telling them widely.
Some even have the nature of commodities, from which poets profit.
According to Xu Dong, Li E in Qing Dynasty, he was ingenious and held an exhibition of wall poems, which earned him economic income.
Third, hobbies. Some poems are quite philosophical and can be called epigrams.
In the poem History of Song Dynasty, two metaphors are used to illustrate a truth: the nouveau riche often comes like wind and rain and goes like dust;
However, people who are honest and step by step can reach their destination smoothly.
Fourth, thinking about the past and remembering the past, I am deeply touched.
Wang Bo, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, became the secretariat of Yangzhou and wrote poems on the wall of Yangzhou:
This class went to many places,
I'm ashamed of the bell after dinner.
Twenty years later, the dust blew in my face,
Now I have a blue sarong.