100 top-notch ancient poems:
1. Pre-Qin Dynasty's "The Book of Songs·Guofeng·Zhounan·Taoyao"
The peaches are shining brightly. When the son of Hua returns home, it is suitable for his family.
When the peach is young, there is actually a sweet potato, and the son will return home, which is suitable for his family.
The peach is young, its leaves are pure, and the son will return home, which is suitable for his family.
2. Pre-Qin "The Book of Songs·Guofeng·Tang·Ge Sheng"
Ge grows in Mengchu and spreads in the wild. If you die here, who will be alone?
Kudzu grows with thorns, and vines spread over the field. If Yumei dies here, who will be able to rest alone?
The corner pillow is charming and the brocade quilt is rotten. If Yumei dies here, who can compete with Dudan?
Summer days, winter nights. After a hundred years of age, he will return to his residence.
Winter nights, summer days. After a hundred years of age, he returned to his room.
3. Pre-Qin "The Book of Songs·Guofeng·Zheng·Going out of its east gate"
Going out of its east gate, there was a woman like a cloud. Although it is like a cloud, I want to save it. Wearing silk clothes and scarves, we chat and have fun with each other.
There is a girl in the palace. Although it is in full swing, I still think about it. The silk clothes are like weeds, chatting and entertaining.
4. Pre-Qin "The Book of Songs·Guofeng·Bei·Drumming"
Beat the drums and boring them, actively use troops, build the country's cities and canals, and I will go south alone.
From Sun Tzu Zhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty, I will return home without me, and I will feel worried.
Yuan lives in the place where he is married, and when his horse is lost, he seeks it under the forest.
The bond between life and death is broad, talk to the child, hold the hand of the child, and grow old together with the child.
I can’t live without sighing, and I can’t believe it if I sigh.
5. Pre-Qin Dynasty's "The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Plucking Wei"
Plucking the weeds, the weeds also stop. It's said to be returned, it's said to be returned, and the years are endless.
The reason for the extravagance of the house and the house is the reason of the 玁狁. Not to mention Qiju, because of the 玁狁.
Pick the weeds, and the weeds will stop softly. When I say return, I say return, and my heart also stops worrying.
Worry is intense, hunger and thirst are present. Our garrison has not yet been decided, and the extravagant envoys have returned.
If you pick weeds, they will just stop. It is said to be returned, it is said to be returned, and the year is also the end of Yang.
The king’s affairs are complicated. Not to mention Qi Chu. Worried and guilty, I can't do it.
Where is Bill? The beauty of Wei Chang. Where is Belus? A gentleman's car.
Driving military chariots and doing four kinds of farming. How dare you settle down? Three wins in January.
Driving him with four roosters, four roosters and cockroaches. Gentlemen rely on them, villains rely on them.
The four male wings resemble fish-killing suits. Isn't it the sun's precepts and the thorns in the holes?
I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing.
The journey is slow, full of thirst and hunger. My heart is sad, but I don’t know how sad I am!
6. "Shangxie" by Han Yuefu in the Western Han Dynasty
Shangxie!
I want to know you,
I will live forever.
The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted,
Thunders in winter shake the rain and snow in summer,
Heaven and earth are united, so I dare to be with you!
7. "Baitou Yin" by Han Yuefu in the Western Han Dynasty
It is as white as snow on the mountain and as bright as the moon among the clouds. I heard that you have two opinions, so I came to tell you.
Today is a drinking party. On the first day of the Ming Dynasty, at the head of the ditch, the water flows from east to west.
It’s so sad and sad, you don’t need to cry when you get married, you want to have the one you love and stay together forever.
Why are the bamboo poles curling up, and the fishes not fishing? Men value loyalty, so why use money and knives?
8. Nineteen ancient poems of the Western Han Dynasty "Traveling again and again"
Traveling again and again, I will be separated from you.
More than ten thousand miles apart, each at the end of the world.
The road is long and blocked, but we know the meeting will be safe.
Huma follows the north wind and crosses the southern branch of the bird's nest.
We are far away from each other, and the clothes are fast.
The floating clouds cover the day, and the wanderer is reckless.
Thinking of you makes you grow old, and the years are suddenly too late.
Don’t give up donating, don’t return to the road, and work hard to get more food.
9. Nineteen ancient poems of the Western Han Dynasty, "Going across the river to pick hibiscus"
When you go across the river to pick hibiscus, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids.
Who do you want to leave behind? What you want to think about is far away.
I still look back at my old hometown, the long road is long and vast.
We share the same heart but live apart, and we end up in sorrow.
10. "Leaving a Farewell Wife" by Su Wu of the Western Han Dynasty
They become husband and wife, and their love is unquestionable.
Happiness is on this evening, and it is a good time.
Zheng Fu is pregnant with the road ahead, and he looks at the night.
The ginseng and dust are all gone. I will say goodbye now.
We are on the battlefield, but we haven’t seen each other for a long time.
We shook hands and sighed, crying for a living.
Love Chunhua with all your strength, and don’t forget the happy times.
Life is a time of coming back, and death is a time of longing.
11. Southern and Northern Dynasties·Xie Tiao's "Jade Steps Resentment"
On the evening of the evening, under the beaded curtain of Your Highness, fireflies are flying and breathing again.
I spent a long night sewing my clothes, thinking of you so much.
12. "Send to Xu Ling" by Yu Xin in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
If an old friend misses me, it will be in this lifetime.
Don’t wait on Shanyang Road to hear the flute playing in the air.
13. Chen Shuda of the Tang Dynasty "Come out of the king (two poems)"
(Part 1) When the king comes out, the beauty turns to haggard. Missing you is like a bright candle, burning your heart and bringing tears to your eyes.
(Part 2) Since the king came out, the bright mirror has stopped wearing red makeup. Missing you is like a candle at night, causing thousands of tears.
14. "Single Bu Jian" by Shen Quanqi of the Tang Dynasty
The young woman of the Lu family lives in the Yujin Hall, with two petrels perching on the tortoiseshell beam.
In September, the cold root rushes the wood leaves, and the ten years of military campaigns recall Liaoyang.
White Wolf Hebei music and books are broken, and the southern autumn night in Danfeng City is long.
Who can't see the sorrow alone, and even teach the bright moon to shine yellow!
15. Tang Dynasty's Yu Xuanji's "Jianling Is Worried and Hopeful to Send Children's Peace"
Thousands of maple leaves turn into thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.
My heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
16. "Meeting the Envoy Entering the Capital" by Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty
The road to the east of my hometown is long, and my sleeves are full of tears.
We will meet soon without pen and paper, and I will rely on you to send messages of peace.
17. "Farewell" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
We say goodbye to each other in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood.
The spring grass will be green next year, and the king and grandson will never return.
18. "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow" by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor.
Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night.
19. "Send to the Liu Family" by Han Hong of the Tang Dynasty
Zhangtai willow, Zhangtai willow, is the green color still there today? Even if the long strip seems to be hanging down, it should be broken by someone else's hand.
Tang Dynasty·Liu Shi·"Reply to Han Hong"
Willow branches are beautiful and beautiful, but it is hateful to give them away every year. A leaf suddenly announces autumn with the wind, even if you come, it will not be broken.
20. "Inscription on the Landscape of Zhichuan" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
It is cool in May in the Panasonic Thatched Pavilion, and the clouds and trees in the Tingsha are green in the evening.
Pedestrians have endless thoughts about the autumn wind, and the green mountains across the water feel like their hometown.
21. Lu Tong of the Tang Dynasty, "From the King's Coming Out"
From the King's Coming Out, Spiders Weave on the Wall.
Getting close to see my concubine’s heart, I have no rest every night.
I have a pair of jade rings, which I send to you to remember me.
The ring represents the heart of the concubine, and the jade represents the virtue of the king.
Love increases one's appearance, while thinking loses one's energy.
The jade mat is cold and desolate, and my heart feels sad when I think about it.
The wind is frosty, the moon is bright, and the water is full of blue.
When this water is exhausted, this feeling has no end.
22. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Occasionally Writing a Letter to Langzhi"
Throughout the history, it is not as good as the time of being an official.
Entertain guests, feed and warm your wife and children.
Since arriving in Dongdu, it has become more comfortable.
The branch office is better than the governor, and the official is better than the branch office.
What's more, under the garden, I am happy to hear it.
Admiring the name is the same as the old acquaintance, and enjoying it is the new knowledge.
If there is snow, we will visit you first, but if there are no flowers, we will not visit you.
Make strong and dry wine, praise the wonderful things and recite poems carefully.
Thousands of people come and go in alleys, but five parts of the capital are separated.
Looking back in two different ways, I opened my eyebrows.
The leaves fall in the locust pavilion, and the ice grows in the bamboo pavilion and pool.
Whoever asks for information from a bird will be followed by a crane wearing a cloak.
Both body and mind are ill, and one's strength will be weakened.
As I grow older, I am more forgetful, but I never forget my lovesickness.
23. "Song of Love" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Bian water flow, Si water flow, flows to the ancient ferry of Guazhou. Wu Shan is a little worried.
I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return home. The moonlight person leans against the building.
24. "Li Si" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Looking back lazily at Huacong, I am half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
25. Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty, "Part 3 of Relieving Sorrow and Feelings"
Sitting idle and grieving for the king also grieves for himself, how long is a hundred years?
Deng You had no children to find out his fate, but Pan Yue wasted no time in mourning his death.
Where can I look at the same acupoint? His destiny will be even more difficult to predict.
I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life.
26. "Poem for a Maid" by Cui Jiao of the Tang Dynasty
The princes, princes and grandsons are following in their footsteps, and the green beads are dripping with tears.
As soon as Hou Men entered the sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.
27. "He Manzi" by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
The homeland is three thousand miles away, and the palace has been deep for twenty years.
With the sound of He Manzi, tears fell in front of you.
28. Tang Dynasty Wen Tingyun's "Two Poems on Newly Added Sounds of Willow Branches·Part 2"
Lighting the lamp at the bottom of the well and deep candlelight, the great master plays the chess game instead of playing chess.
The exquisite dice are decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply.
29. "Geng Liuzi" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
The incense of the jade stove and the tears of the red candle only illuminate the autumn thoughts in the painting hall. The eyebrows are green and thin, the temples are cloudy, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.
The sycamore tree, the rain at midnight, does not mean separation and love are suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.
30. "Journey to Longxi" by Chen Tao of the Tang Dynasty
Swearing to wipe out the Xiongnu regardless of his own safety, five thousand mink brocades were lost to Hu Chen.
The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a boudoir’s dream.
31. "Autumn Tour to Sidi Township" by Wei Zhuang of the Tang Dynasty
On an autumn tour, the fallen flowers are full of colorful flowers.
My son and I have a deep love for each other. Yiyi sheds tears and hates separation.
I can’t bear to say goodbye until the landslide and the water flow stop!
32. "The Bodhisattva Man" by Wei Zhuang of the Tang Dynasty
The spring in Luoyang city is beautiful, and the talented people in Luoyang are old in a foreign country. Willow darkened the embankment of King Wei, and at this moment his heart became confused.
Peach blossoms bloom in spring water, and mandarin ducks bathe in the water. I hate Canhui, but I don’t know how to remember you.
33. "Three Five Seven Words" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright.
The fallen leaves gathered and dispersed, and the jackdaws roosted again.
When will we know when we miss each other? It’s embarrassing at this time and this night.
34. "A Gift to Wang Lun" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Li Bai was about to set off in a boat when he suddenly heard the sound of people singing on the shore.
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me.
35. "Qing Ping Yue" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The smoke is deep and the water is wide, and there is no way to reach the news. Only the moon in the blue sky and clouds shines in parting light.
I feel sad all day long, and my frown is like a lock that is hard to open. Stay half under the quilt every night, waiting for your dream to return.
36. "Happy to see my cousin but say goodbye" by Li Yi of the Tang Dynasty
After ten years of separation, they met again when they grew up.
Ask your surname to be surprised when you first meet, and call me by name to recall your old appearance.
Don’t come to Canghai, let’s talk about the sunset.
Tomorrow on Baling Road, the autumn mountains will be different.
37. "Writing Love" by Li Yi of the Tang Dynasty
The water patterns on the precious silk are long and thoughtful, and the good times of a thousand miles will rest in one night.
From now on, I have no intention of loving the good night and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon.
38. "Listening to the Flute in Shouxiang City at Night" by Li Yi of the Tang Dynasty
The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon under the Shouxiang City is like frost.
I don’t know where to play the reed pipe, and all night long the people are looking for their hometown.
39. "A Gift to the Eight Virtues of the Guard" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Life without meeting is like participating in business. Tonight and on what night, this lamp and candlelight will shine!
How long can a young man last? The hair on the temples is already gray! Visiting the old man is half a ghost, and exclaiming is hot in the intestines.
After twenty years, Yan Zhi came to the Junzi Hall again. In the past, I was not married, but my children suddenly came together.
Yi Ran respects his father and asks me where I am coming from. The questions and answers are not over yet, so I drive my children to drink wine.
The spring leeks are cut in the night rain, and the yellow beams in the new cooking room are cut. The Lord said that it was difficult to meet, and it would be tiring to drink ten cups in one fell swoop.
I am not drunk even after ten cups of wine, and my feelings are deliberately long. Tomorrow, across the mountains, the world will be confused.
40. "The Year of Li Gui in the South of the Yangtze River" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
It is common in Prince Qi's house, and I heard it several times in front of Cui Jiutang.
It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and we meet you again when the flowers are falling.
41. "Farewell Part 2" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Sentimental but always ruthless, I can't laugh in front of you.
Candles say farewell with intention and shed tears for others until dawn.
42. "Travel and Accommodation" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
There is no good company in the hotel, and the love will be quiet.
The cold lamp reminds me of old things, and the broken goose alarms melancholy to sleep.
The distant dream returns to invade Xiaoxiao, and the letter from home arrives the following year.
The Xiangjiang River is full of smoke and moonlight, and the door is a fishing boat.
43. "Night Rain Sends to the North" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The king asked about the return date but it was not yet scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
44. "Spring Rain" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
I am lying in white clothes during the New Year, with a few white doors and a lot of regrets.
The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone.
The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and I still have vague dreams in the remaining night.
How can the jade seals and seals be reached? A wild goose flies in the clouds thousands of miles away.
45. "Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
When the lotus leaves grow, spring hates them, and when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them.
Knowing that the love will always be there, I look at the sound of the river at the head of the river.
46. "Sending People" by Zhang Mi of the Tang Dynasty
Farewell Mengyi to Xie's house, the small corridor turns to the winding and slopes.
There is only the moon in the spring court that is sentimental, just like falling flowers for people who have left.
47. "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings" by Gu Xun of the Five Dynasties
Where do people go in the eternal night? Absolute sound. The fragrant pavilion is hidden, the eyebrows are furrowed, and the moon is about to sink.
Struggle to endure but not find each other? Resent the lonely quilt. Change my heart for yours, and we will know each other deeply and remember each other deeply.
48. "The Longevity Girl" by Feng Yansi from the Five Dynasties
On a spring banquet, sing a song with a glass of green wine. I would like to pay homage to Chen Sanyuan again: firstly, I wish that my husband will live a thousand years; secondly, I wish that I will always be in good health; thirdly, I wish that I will be like the swallow on the beam, seeing each other year after year.
49. "Long Acacia" by Li Yu of the Five Dynasties
One mountain, two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, the acacia maple leaves are red.
The chrysanthemums are blooming, the chrysanthemums are withered, the wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.
50. "Happy Meeting" by Li Yu of the Five Dynasties
The spring flowers faded in the forest, it was too hasty, and the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening.
The tears of rouge will keep you drunk, no matter how long it lasts, it is natural that life will grow and hate will flow forever.
51. "The Cry of the Black Night" by Li Yu of the Five Dynasties
Last night there was wind and rain, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds. The candle is leaking and broken, and I frequently lean on the pillow and cannot stand upright.
Everything in the world goes with the flow, but only a dream comes true. The road to Zuixiang is stable and should be visited frequently, but it is not possible to travel otherwise.
52. Fan Zhongyan of the Northern Song Dynasty, "Road to the Streets"
The fallen leaves are fragrant, the night is silent, and the cold sound breaks. The pearl curtain rolls up and the jade building is empty, the sky is pale and the Milky Way hangs down to the ground.
Every year and tonight, the moon shines brightly, and people are thousands of miles long.
There is no reason for me to get drunk when my heart is broken. Before the wine arrives, I will burst into tears first. The remaining lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned on, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone. Everyone came to this matter, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and there was no way to avoid it.
53. Northern Song Dynasty·Zhang Xian's "Qianqiu Sui"
Several sounds of the 鶗鴃, and the sound of fragrant Fei rests. Cherish the spring and choose the remaining red folds, when the rain is gentle and the wind is violent, and the plums are green. There are willow trees in Yongfeng, and there is no one left, and the sun is full of flowers and snow.
Don’t pluck the Yao string, because you can blame the Ji string for speaking. As time goes by, love never ends. Heart like dual screen, there Chien knot. The night has passed, and the light in the east window has not been turned off.
54. "Spring in the Jade House" by Ouyang Xiu of the Northern Song Dynasty
After leaving, I don’t know whether you are far or near, and I feel desolate and depressing. As we go further and further away, there are no more books. I wonder where the fish will sink in the vast water.
The wind blows on the bamboos in the deep night, and the autumn rhyme is heard. Thousands of leaves and thousands of voices are filled with hatred. Therefore, I look for it in my dream while lying on my pillow, but the dream is not a lamp and burns out.
55. "Spring in the Jade House" by Ouyang Xiu of the Northern Song Dynasty
I was about to tell you the date of my return, but before I could say anything, Chun Rong swallowed hard. There is love and obsession in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
Don’t renovate Li Ge, a song can teach you how to be tight. You have to see all the flowers in Luocheng before you can see the spring breeze.
56. "Huanxisha" by Yan Shu of the Northern Song Dynasty
Time is always limited, it is easy to say goodbye and the soul is easily lost, and wine feasts and singing are infrequent.
The mountains and rivers in our eyes are far away, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. It is better to take pity on the people in front of us.
57. "Traveling on the Shasha" by Yan Shu of the Northern Song Dynasty
The blue sea has no waves, but there is a road in Yaotai. After thinking about it, we both flew away. At that time, I said goodbye to my beloved, and I knew where the mountains were and the rivers were far away.
The fine mat gathers the dust, and the fragrant boudoir covers the fog. Who attaches the small characters on the red paper? The tall buildings look like dusk, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are covered with rustling rain.
58. "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Yan Shu of the Northern Song Dynasty
The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the smoke and the orchids are weeping with dew, the curtains are light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.
Last night the west wind withered the green trees, and I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, where can you tell if the mountains are long and the rivers are vast?
59. "Shengchazi" by Yan Jidao of the Northern Song Dynasty
The soul of Guanshan has a long dream, but there are few books of Sai Yanyin. My temples are pitifully green, just because I miss my old age.
I returned to the green screen window and said to everyone: It is really difficult to be apart, but it is not as good to meet again.
60. "Partridge Sky" by Yan Jidao of the Northern Song Dynasty
The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days they were drunk and beautiful. Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan.
After seeing each other again, we meet again and share our dreams with you. I only have a few silver jars left tonight to take pictures of, as if I was afraid that the encounter was a dream.
61. "Ruan Lang Returns" by Yan Jidao of the Northern Song Dynasty
The golden palms of the sky are dewed into frost, and the clouds follow the long words of wild geese. Green cups and red sleeves take advantage of the Double Ninth Festival, and the human feelings are like hometown.
The orchid is purple, the chrysanthemum hairpin is yellow, and the old madness is diligent and managed. If you want to exchange intoxication for desolation, don’t break your heart by singing clear songs.
62. Northern Song Dynasty·Yan Jidao's "Thinking of Faraway People"
Autumn is late with red leaves and yellow flowers, and I miss travelers who have traveled thousands of miles. The flying clouds have passed, and I have no letter when I return home. Where can I send a letter?
When the tears fall from the window, I spin the inkstone to grind the ink. Gradually I wrote goodbye. Deep in my feelings, the red paper was colorless.
63. Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty, "Jiangchengzi, Dreams on the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao"
Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be broken every year, and the pine trees will be short on the bright moonlit night.
64. "Youth Travel" by Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty
We saw each other off last year. Outside the Yuhang gate, the flying snow was like poplar flowers. This spring is over, the poplar flowers are like snow, but they have not returned home yet.
The wine rolling curtain invites the bright moon, and the wind reveals the window screen. Just like Chang'e taking pity on the two swallows, they shine brightly and paint the beams slantingly.
65. Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty, "One of Two Poems to Send a Son in Prison"
The Holy Lord is like the spring of all things in the sky, while the little ministers are stupid and forget themselves.
It is even more tiring to pay off the debt before a hundred years are up, and to have ten people without a home.
This is a green mountain where bones can be buried, but the heavy rain only hurts the spirit.
I have been brothers with Jun for generations, and have formed an unfinished relationship in the world.
66. "Nanxiangzi" by Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty
Looking at Yuhang from Dongwu, the sea of ??clouds and the horizon are vast. When he became successful and famous, he returned to his hometown and accompanied his father thirty thousand times with drunken laughter.
There is no need to complain about drinking wine. Tonight, the lights are cold when I send you home. On the river pond, the sheep is crying, but his surname is Yang.
67. Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty, "Xing Xiangzi·Shu Huai"
The clear night is dust-free, and the moonlight is like silver. When the wine is poured, it must be ten minutes full. Just fame and profit, stop working hard. A horse is caught in a sigh, fire is caught in a stone, and a body is caught in a dream.
Although we hold articles, who will kiss us when we open our mouths? And Tao Tao, happy and innocent. When will you go home and be a idler? To a piece of harp, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds.
68. Northern Song Dynasty·Huang Tingjian's "Send to Huang Jifu"
I live in Beihai and Nanhai, and I can't send geese to convey letters to thank you.
Peaches and plums in the spring breeze, a glass of wine, and ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes.
There are only four walls to run a household, and there are only three walls to cure diseases.
Imagine that my head has turned white when I read, and the ape across the stream is crying because of the miasma of vines in the stream.
69. "Bu Shuzi" by Li Zhiyi of the Northern Song Dynasty
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River every day.
When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
70. "Eight-Six Sons" by Qin Guan of the Northern Song Dynasty
Leaning on the dangerous pavilion, hatred is like a grass, and the luxuriant leaves have been wiped out to survive. After thinking about the farewell to the green man outside the willow tree, I felt sad and secretly surprised when I parted with the red mantle by the water. Wudutian and Pingting, the moonlit night and a curtain of dreams, the tender spring breeze.
Unfortunately, joy gradually follows the flowing water, the sound of plain strings breaks, and the fragrance of green silk decreases. It's so late that the flowers are flying, and it's rainy and clear. Just as the condensation was disappearing, the oriole crowed several more times.
71. Qin Guan of the Northern Song Dynasty, "Treading the Shasha·Chenzhou Hotel"
The tower is lost in the fog, the moon is lost in the river, and the Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. It is worth mentioning that the solitary pavilion is closed in the cold spring, and the setting sun is setting in the sound of cuckoos.
The plum blossoms are sent by post, and the rulers are passed down from fish to fish. There are countless hates built into this. The Chenjiang River fortunately circles Chenshan Mountain, but for whom does it flow down to Xiaoxiang?
72. "Water Dragon Song" by Chao Buzhi of the Northern Song Dynasty
Ask why spring is so hurried, the wind and rain are rushing. The secluded flower has a thin calyx, the small garden has a low threshold, and the cultivation has not been completed. It blows away all the reds and lasts for a long time in spring, which is not as good as the weeping willow. Even in spring, people never grow old. People worry about old age in spring. Worry only exists in this world.
Spring hate is common in nine out of ten, and I can bear to be lonely and drink the sweet wine through my mouth. I know that I am true, peach blossoms bear fruit, and I will not lose weight due to spring. Fame in the world, the flavor of old age, the time of return in spring. The most affection is still there, blue eyes in front of the bottle, meeting again is still the same.
73. "Nostalgia" by Li Gou of the Northern Song Dynasty
People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but you can't see your home even if you look to the end of the world.
I already hate that the Bishan Mountains are blocking each other, and the Bishan Mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.
74. "Ding Feng Bo" by Liu Yong of the Northern Song Dynasty
Since spring comes, green is sad and red is sad, and the heart is a matter of choice. On the bright sun, orioles wear willow belts and lie still under incense quilts. The warmth disappears, the greasy clouds linger, and I get tired of combing and wrapping myself all day long. None! Once the hatred and ruthlessness are gone, there will be no message or letter.
If I had known it was wrong, I would have regretted not locking the carved saddle. Facing the chicken window, I only managed the barbarian paper elephant and taught chanting lessons in a restrained manner. Stay with me, don't throw away, sit with me while I am free with my needle and thread. Come with me, so that your young years will not be wasted.
75. "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Liu Yong of the Northern Song Dynasty
Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking forward to the sorrow of spring, and the gloomy sky. In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, I am speechless. Who will be silent?
I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
76. "Qu Yuguan" by Liu Yong of the Northern Song Dynasty
The clouds are flying over the Longshou River, and the sun is falling by the river, and the mist is full of smoke and waves. Looking at the desolate Guanhe River and the clear autumn for thousands of miles, I can't help but stare. Yaoyao Shenjing is full of fairies, but it will be difficult to meet them if they don't come to Jinzi. The wild goose has nothing to rely on, and slowly flies down to Tingzhou, thinking for a long time.
I secretly think about how many happy and joyful gatherings there were at the beginning; little did I know that the difficult time of gathering and separation would turn into rain, hatred and clouds of sorrow. Block pursuit travel. Every time I climb a mountain and reach the water, it brings up my life's worries, which makes me feel depressed and speechless for a long time, but I go downstairs.
77. "The Sapphire Case" by He Zhu in the Northern Song Dynasty
Lingbo could not reach Hengtang Road, but he watched Fangchen go. Who will spend the golden years? Yueqiao Garden, with its slender windows and red doors, is the only place where spring is known.
The flying clouds are rising slowly into the twilight sky, and the colorful pen inscriptions have new heart-breaking sentences. How much leisure and sorrow do you have? Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain, and plums are yellow and rainy.
78. "Partridge Sky" by He Zhu of the Northern Song Dynasty
Everything will go wrong if we go through Changmen again. Why do we come back differently? After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew away without their companions.
The grass on the plains shows the first signs of sunshine. The old habitat and the new ridge are both close to each other. Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will stay up all night to mend clothes?
79. Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Partridge Sky·Ode to Generations"
In the evening, the jackdaws are sad, but the willow pond is new and tender. If you don’t have hatred in your eyes, you don’t believe that there are white heads in the world.
The heart is broken, the tears are hard to hold back, and the lovesickness returns to the Little Red Mansion. Love and knowledge have been blocked by mountains, and I often lean against the railings and cannot feel free.
80. Southern Song Dynasty·Xin Qiji's "The Green Jade Case·Yuan Xi"
The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows down stars like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.
Moths are covered with golden strands of snow and willow, and laughter is filled with hidden fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.
81. "Tang Duoling" by Liu Guo of the Southern Song Dynasty
Tingzhou is covered with reed leaves and shallow streams in the cold sand zone. Twenty years have passed since the South Tower. The boat under the willow tree is still not stable, but it will last for a few days, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is here again.
The yellow crane cuts off the head of the river. Is my old friend still there today? The old country is filled with new worries. I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, but in the end it was not like a young man traveling.
82. "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" by Lu You of the Southern Song Dynasty
Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, happiness is thin, and I am full of melancholy. I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Momomo!
83. "Shenyuan Garden Part One" by Lu You of the Southern Song Dynasty
The setting sun on the city is painted with mournful corners, but the Shenyang Garden is not a restored pond.
The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and it was once the shadow of a shocked bird.
84. "One Cut Plum" by Li Qingzhao of the Southern Song Dynasty
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the autumn jade mat. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
85. "Wulingchun" by Li Qingzhao of the Southern Song Dynasty
The wind has settled in the dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
86. Southern Song Dynasty·Jiang Kui's "Yangzhou Slow"
The famous capital of Huaizuo, a good place in the west of Zhuxi, where Xie'an Shao was stationed in the first journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze, all the shepherds and wheat are green. Since Hu Ma peeked into the river, the trees in the pond were abandoned, and the soldiers were still tired of talking about it. It's getting dusk, the clear corners are blowing cold, and everyone is in the empty city.
Du Lang's handsome reward, now, is so important that I am shocked. Despite Cardamom's lyrical skills, Dream of a Brothel is good, but it is difficult to describe it with deep emotion. The Twenty-Four Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and the cold moon is silent. Reading the red medicine beside the bridge, who will I know every year?
87. Southern Song Dynasty·Jiang Kui's "Partridge Sky·Dreams on Yuan Eve"
The fat water flows eastward endlessly, and it was not suitable for the lovesickness at the beginning. In the dream, I saw nothing like a painting, and in the secret I was suddenly startled by the cry of a mountain bird.
The spring is not yet green, the hair on the temples is beginning to grow, and the separation in this world will not be sad for a long time. Who taught me that every year the red lotus is on the night, the two places meditate and know each other.
88. Southern Song Dynasty·Jiang Jie's "Poppy"
A young man listens to Yuge upstairs, under the dim tent with red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The broad clouds in the river are low and the wild geese are calling in the west wind.
Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut, and there are already stars on my temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from moment to moment until dawn.
89. Zhao Ding of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Partridge Sky·Jiankang Shangyuan Works"
Kelu Nazhi changed the year sequence. Suddenly spring arrives on a small peach branch. At the end of the world, sadly, I remember the heyday.
The flowers make shadows and the moon shines brightly. Five clouds are flying in the Water Spirit Palace. It is clear that when I wake up from Huaxu's dream, I look back to the east wind and my clothes are filled with tears.
90. Jin Yuanhao asked "Moyu'er"
Asking in the world, what is love? Does it mean life and death? Traveling from all over the world, Lao Wing has experienced the cold and heat several times. Pleasure is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children. You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, who is the shadow going to?
On Hengfen Road, the flute and drum were played in loneliness, and the desolate smoke is still plain. How come the souls are summoned, and the mountain ghosts cry secretly in the wind and rain. The sky is jealous, and if you don't believe it, all the orioles and swallows are like loess. For thousands of years, in order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.
91. Yuan·Xu Zaisi's "Order of Gui Gui"
Only if you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love lovesickness, and it will harm lovesickness. The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the energy is like gossamer.
A wisp of lingering fragrance is here, I hope the rich wanderer will do it. When will the syndrome come? When the lamp is half dim, when the moon is half bright.
92. Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty, "Die Lianhua·Crossing the Fortress"
The rivers and mountains of today and ancient times are uncertain. Amid the sound of horns being drawn, horses come and go frequently. Who can talk about the desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple tree.
In the past there were countless grievances. The iron horse fights, the road to Qingzhong at dusk. How deep is the love? The sunset in the deep mountains and the deep autumn rain.
93. "Good in the Middle" by Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty
If you can't sleep like silk, you can sleep alone in a lonely pillow in a border town. Because I heard the rain coming in the middle of the night, I remembered the midnight lights in the red building.
The book is solemn, the hatred is clear, and the sky will turn sorrow into sentiment. When I got up and slapped my hands to seal the title, I missed the word "Yuanyang".
94. "Huanxi Sand" by Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty
The remaining snow condenses on the cold painted screen. The plum blossoms have fallen and the flute has been updated for the third time, and there is still no one around and the moon is dimly lit.
I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I will burst into tears knowing what happened to you. Reminiscing about life in the sound of heartbreak.
95. "Poppy Beauty" by Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty
The silver bed is covered with asphalt, and the grass is covered with powder in autumn. When picking incense, I miss money everywhere, but I can't help but regret finding green leaves.
I miss you every inch in the corridor, and I lean against the falling moon. The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
96. Gu Zhenguan, Qing Dynasty, "Two Golden Thread Songs·Part 2"
I have been wandering for a long time! In the past ten years, my deep gratitude has been exhausted, and I have become a teacher and friend. In the past, the same names were not stolen. I only saw Du Ling losing weight, but he never lost weight. I hate you so much, I will cut it open for you.
Brother Xinwei and I Dingchou, at this time, the frost destroyed the willow trees and caused them to age prematurely. From now on, I need to write less poems and poems, leaving my heart and soul to stay with me. I hope you get it, Heqing Life! After returning home, I hurriedly turned over the garrison manuscripts and passed on the empty dishes behind me. Without words, I paused.
97. "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Wang Guowei of the Qing Dynasty
After reading all the pain of parting in the end of the world, when I return home, I will see scattered flowers like this. The flowers looked at each other without saying a word, and the spring sky was dusk through the green window.
When the lovesickness lamp is turned on, there is a wisp of new love and thousands of old hatreds. The worst thing is that the world can't keep it, and the beautiful face is like the flower in the mirror and the tree.
98. "Qihuai" by Huang Jingren of the Qing Dynasty
I sat under the flowers several times and played the flute, and I looked into the distance against the red wall with silver flowers.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand at midnight.
After all the lingering thoughts, the cocoon is drawn out, and the heartache is peeled off.
It was March or May of 1935, but the glass of wine still lingered.
99. "Butterfly Loves Flowers" by Wen Tingshi of the Qing Dynasty
Ninety years are like a dream. Every inch is close to the river, every inch is the land of ecstasy. At sunset, yellow butterflies rise in the wild fields, and the ancient locust bushes sway in deep green.
The melancholy jade flute urges you to say goodbye. Hui's orchid show is not a sad thing. Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die!
100. Late Qing Dynasty·Chen Shizeng's "Inscription on the Portrait of Chunqi"
When a person dies, there is such a sudden surprise, and he can't help but cry out for it.
How can we live together but die differently when we only have a shadow in the human world?
How can two people who die together meet each other? A pair of bones in a barren mountain.
When I was alive, I kept my eyes open and accompanied me to read history books.
What is the lacquered coffin? The appearance of the heart is almost imitable.
Last year’s laughter has faded into dust, but today’s dream brings tears.