1. Poems about boats
Poems about "boats":
1. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the fire on the river boats is only bright. ——"Joyful Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
2. Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. ——"Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
3. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. ——"Night Mooring on Maple Bridge/Night Mooring on Fengjiang River" Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
4. The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white autumn moon is seen in the center of the river. ——"Pipa Xing/Pipa Yin" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
5. There are two children on a fishing boat, collecting their poles and sitting in the boat. ——"Boat Passing Anren" Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
6. The building boat is crossing Guazhou in the snow at night, and the iron horse is dispersed by the strong autumn wind. ——"Five Poems of Indignation·Part 1" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
7. A floating boat comes to the Fen River, and a floating wave flows across the middle. ——"Autumn Wind Ci" Liu Che, Han Dynasty
8. The lotus leaves linger in the waves, and the wind blows, and the boat passes through the depths of the lotus. ——"The Song of Picking Lotus" by Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty
9. I can ride the bright moon and watch the flowers on the wine boat. ——"Seventeen Songs of Qiupu" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
10. The flying flowers on both sides of the bank illuminate the red boat, and the wind blows half a day on the hundred-mile elm embankment. ——"Xiangyi Daozhong" Chen Yuyi, Song Dynasty
11. Faintly flying bridge across the wild smoke, fishing boats on the west bank of Shiji. ——"Peach Blossom Stream" Zhang Xu of the Tang Dynasty
12. Returning to the boat after thousands of miles to play the flute, this is my alliance with the white gull. ——"Dengkuai Pavilion" Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty
13. New fires and new smoke rise in the morning, and the lake's spring scenery clears the passenger ships. ——"Two Poems of the Qingming Festival" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
14. Zhizhang was riding a horse as if riding a boat, and fell into a dazzled sleep at the bottom of a well. ——"Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
15. The painting boat is pushed into the depths of the flowers, and the fragrance is golden. ——"Picking mulberry seeds, the West Lake is beautiful after the lotus blooms" Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty 2. Poems about boats
The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no boat crossing the wild boat - Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"
A lone man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow on the cold river - Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River"
Li Bai was about to leave in a boat when he suddenly heard the sound of people singing on the shore - Li Bai's "A Gift to Wang Lun"
Li Bai's "Traveling is Difficult" There will be times to ride the wind and waves, and hang up the cloud sails to help the sea
Du Fu's "Quatrains" The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with the ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu
At Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou City, the bell rang at midnight to reach the passenger ship. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. "Spring Night Happy Rain" by Du Fu
After returning from fishing, the boat is not tied up, and the moon sets in Jiangcun, making it perfect for sleeping. Sikong Shu
After being drunk, I don’t know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars. "Inscribed on Qingcao Lake, Longyang County" by Tang Wenru
I won't write the names of the authors and poems below~
It's a still night, the water is cold and the fish don't eat, and the boat is full of empty cargo and returns at full moonlight.
The lying bridge should always be crossed by boat, and the flowing water should not compete with the stubborn rocks.
Come to the river at night and sleep on the tented boat in the rain, I can’t bear to sleep while listening to the rain.
The curtains on the moonlit boat are rolled up, and the fragrant dew is heavy on the flowers and trees on the bank. 3. Poems about quiet paths
Qianxing Author: Zhu Youyou The path is sideways, with overgrown grass and no way to go.
This life is full of hardships, and I am afraid of being exposed when I go out. Returning to live in Mengshan late, it is like Shang Yanbu.
Take advantage of the wilting flowers in spring, and let the new year bloom slowly. If you send this message to a person with a sincere heart, your beautiful face may not be the reason.
Inscribed on the landscape shoji for the cultivators of Xiaoxi, the author: Mr. Zhang Guan, Mr. Xiaoxi, who lives in Leshan, builds his house next to the stream, which is quite elegant. When you open the pavilion, you can see the water but not the mountains, but you can see the scenery in the picture.
Gao Zhai’s plain pen hangs in the breeze, as if he were sitting under the forest cliff. The peaks are galloping like horses, and the green trees and plain fields are facing each other.
Layers of pavilions suddenly come from the sky, and flying springs pour from the peaks. The clouds in the middle of the mountain are white and the peaks are white, and the valley is full of clouds and rocks.
There are few pedestrians on the wild bridge at sunset, and there are few people who know the flowers on the quiet path. I live leisurely in Xiaoxi and have lots of free time during the day. I sit here and can't let go of this picture.
I have regained my ability to eat in my life, and I have to work on the hoe and plow in the spring. The short straw raincoat is plowing in the morning and the clouds are rising above the sky; the long straw raincoat falls down beside the book at night.
Sometimes the gulls come back to see the gulls, and the whales suck the fermented grains of spring. When climbing a mountain, you might as well put on your clogs and bring wine with you to the commune.
Every time I come to the pond to learn about the birds, I still know how to treat the guests. When I was drunk, I was invited to write a long novel, but I am too old to write.
Covering bamboos to find secluded paths, carrying pots and taking advantage of small boats.
Miscellaneous flowers are scattered on both sides of the bank, and clumps of trees cover the two hills. The rising sun and golden waves are chaotic, the breeze is clear and the mist is clearing.
Coming here increases generosity, and laughter spreads all over the place. The wild old men passed each other leisurely, and the fishermen congratulated themselves.
The beautiful flowers are falling, the flowers are fragrant in the evening, and there are long sentences about happiness and joy. I forget my chance and watch the gulls. At that time, I met a celery picker to talk about the autumn in my hometown.
The green shadow invades the chess game, and the clear light shines in the wine pot. The drunkenness is deep and lingering, and the righteousness heals the preparation.
The old Confucian scholar and official are cold, but the disciples who are promoted are excellent. Time bullies short hair, frost falls and fur is secretly conquered.
The painted kites are about to leave, and the Liju horses are still singing. The willow tree lingers on the horse's head, and the sail comes out of the river.
Don’t think about following the waves of smoke, hanging on the tower. The mountains are dim and the clouds are gone, and the birds are in love with each other at dusk in the forest.
Tonight, the moon is shining brightly and illuminating the sky. Mid-Autumn Festival West Lake Society's collection is divided into rhymes with one hundred rhymes. Author: Yu Chunxi Baiyue Qinglian Society, literary stars gather in Kui from far away.
Chang Geng autumn reflects the osmanthus, and Taiyi blooms with quinoa at night. The color of the mountains is three sets of purple, and the peak shape is nine low.
A Taurus must meet a girl, and the deer will not be confused. The Ming sage relies on the talented man, and the clear light appreciates Yi's wife.
Zhanying passed down Taishi, and asked Wang Ni about it. The tiger view is high and auspicious, and the bright hall is covered with cloth.
Min and Wu Tong sent elephants, while Han and Wei forgot their hooves. Turn back the crotch to lift the cow's ear, and lift the musk deer's navel with Liu Fang.
The horse is praised in the altar, and the chicken is called out in the clouds. Scholars wear silver tubes, and friends wear hairpins with jade hairpins.
The green robe looks beautiful, and the beads and shoes are also tidy. Everyone who boarded the immortal boat climbed up the moon ladder.
When the banquet is full of rainbows, the writing becomes fascinating. Dole's poems are connected with Ying, but they are lazy and resemble Ji.
The empty mountain knows the world, and the secluded path cannot be broken. The people's words are astonishing, but the fairy has not yet transformed into a corpse.
Sparse madness hates the whites of the eyes, and Shen Yan hates the shape of the eyes. The sword box is returned to the generals, and the poem bag is taken off Xiaoxi.
The book will be burned with stone and inkstone, and the medicine will be burned with knife and kui. The moon palace recruits people, and Yao Tian suddenly dreams of plowing.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang Baojing is sleeping and uncovering the golden shield. Let the bird fly, and cut off the sun across the sky.
The sky is open and the sky is vast, and the water is crowding out the water. The first meeting was joyful, but the reunion turned miserable.
The art forest chats and competes for deer, the imperial road is afraid of Geli. The jade of Teda Luo is surrounded by dust.
If you are willing to come, you will not be in trouble. The fighting throws away the tillers, and the clouds fly away.
The situation is sarcastic and we wish to deepen our friendship. Then I attached myself to Chai Feng Ji, and I was ashamed to be the Chi Ze Salamander.
Leaving the strict household with ease, singing and boiling. The competition for inviting guests on a boat was transformed into a car carrying a mouse.
Furong is mixed with Xue Li, and Xiao Ai is mixed with red catkins. In the east, the eyebrows are colorful, and in the west, the teeth are beautiful.
The mantle pavilion comes with feather clothes, and the osmanthus boat is hidden in the fragrance. The jade pots are made of red bean curds, and the carvings are made of green deer meat.
Pull silk and lotus root juice to make delicious orange juice. There is more than enough grain in the cup, and the dagger of Chang Zhai enters the bamboo basket.
The auspicious wind blows, and the good things come and go. Shang Zhu burned the bamboo basket and handed it over, while Xi Ci broke the arrow and smashed it.
The banquets are still cut off, and the banquets are blown several times. The three great disasters of the Buddha are gone, and the king is blessed with five blessings.
There is no sky for Fei Yujue, and there is room to store space. The smoke from the tea stove remains in the pool, and the fire in the kitchen shines brightly.
The wild rice is fragrant and green, and the celery is cold to the green mud. Enjoy the Yipu delicacies, and hope to pass on the art of Zhi.
The wind pierced Qiyu and the waves shattered the glass. The water plants are scattered and the clouds are green, and the reeds are cold and the rain is blowing.
The golden pond is covered with flying shades, and the embroidered roads are covered with purple flowers. Drunkards are shouting for pheasants, and fishermen are cleverly setting up their traps.
I can hear the white horse in the distant river, and the yellow lily can be seen across the leaves. The fishing market is crowded with people, and the villagers miss Bo River.
The bridge and carriages welcome the moss and the piers are filled with flowers. The knight-errant praises Yin Le, and the graceful lady collects Xiang Grate.
When the lotus dries up, I feel sad about being covered, and Yang Lao sighs that he is born. The orchid paddle leans against the golden sand, and the flower gate carries green sleeves.
Laughing at Chen Qingyu’s case, we all took pictures of the white copper tantan. The colorful candles melt into the pearls and phoenixes, and the red flowers embrace the rhinoceros.
Children peek at wild bamboos and play with pears in the garden. When it comes to more adjustments, the team is divided into teams, and the reins are half leaning on the horse.
The master still follows the rules and slanders each other when he is young and arrogant. Langge Mingzhudai, deep rocks answer drums.
Youtan stopped singing Buddhist songs, and the smoke trees suddenly cried. Turning around the clear and empty mansion, the light contains peaches and plums.
The brilliant light conceals the toad and the rabbit, and the bright light conceals the rabbit. The heavy dew sinks into Danguo, and the rope moves to embrace the red silk.
I slept in my dreams at midnight, and fell into a coma at midnight. The algae are blooming, and the front is cold and the pelicans are naked.
The mysterious pearl is thrown into the red water, and every trace of it surges up and is lifted up. Jipu is covered with frost, and the high pavilion is covered with snow.
Cranes are released in the solitary mountain, and the deer park is frightened. The elms are white and golden at dawn, and the maples are blue and green {Yu Yi}.
The night light is still in knots, and the flowing fire is resurrected. The slanting Han leans towards the secluded Nagisa, and the cool clouds lock the green boudoir.
Yun came to the stage as a concubine, and E'e shadowed herself in the water. One after another, they take advantage of Luan tricks and sell Sui Ni in their spare time.
The people in Jinxin are cut apart, who can do it under the threat of the moon? The rhyme was borrowed from Wu Xian's score, and the singer composed the title.
Every family is beautiful on the east wall, remembering the Southern Qi Dynasty. The thoughts of cutting down trees are chattering, and the weaving of sweet potatoes is funny.
Yayi studied under Du Fu and was about to force Changli. Laughing is the way, knowing the hero is not the stream.
I like the new hair blade, but it is difficult to understand how to wear it. If you tie a good fish and throw it into the water, you will escape and become a gnat.
I prefer to pick calamus, and I like the eclectic taste. If you don't know the truth, you will come in with eyebrows raised, and you will live in a closed house with empty doubts.
The gods are in harmony with each other, but the leaves are still in the dark. The Qi and shoulders are different, and the poems are completed and the hands are criticizing each other.
If you dare to climb a dragon and flutter your wings, you will be ashamed to kill a horse and run wildly. When you are tired of wandering, you can sing about fatigue, and when you are tired, you can sing simply.
If you are a friend, you can avoid it, but God will help you. It's just haze disease, why is it so lucky?
Accumulating incense and receiving rice happily, attacking jade and collecting {stones}. There are gulls and herons in the water, and turtles and turtles in the mountains.
Returning to the forest, there are stone teeth, but the grass is luxuriant. Looking back, I compete for the upper hand with pity, and the flying god plans to ascend to the throne.
The alliance between Shaowei and Wei has been decided, and he is hiding in the west of the Great Lakes. Tongzou Shitong tells the story of the Dukes' visit to the former site of Changchun Palace (four poems). Author: Wang Zhiduan spends his free time in writing and writing, surrounded by beautiful scenery in the suburbs.
Yuan and the other gentlemen wandered out of Chongyong. The rugged and clear stream is blocked, and the winding and secluded path leads to it.
The grass is green and the flowers are red. The wild scenery of the forest was a bit poor, so the Yuren Palace was built.
The sound of the luan and the sheng will never be heard, and the racing wheels will never come again. The foundation of the text is peeled off from the ruined site, and the curtains are shed from the corridor.
Because of the sorrow of the past, the people looked forward to hope. ¤ Zhongzhao made an appointment to visit Tiantai Yandang next year. He first presented his Xiaoyao clothes to Mr. Zhang. Author: Wang Shucheng. Fan Sheng made an appointment to go to Cuiwei, where he went to Tiantai Yandang for more than 10 days.
The crane feathers in the mountains fell into the fairy cloak, and the autumn wind gave me the free clothes. Clothes are used for leisurely travels, and songs are used to reward misty sentences.
The river sails sailed east and west yesterday, and the cave was dimly covered in smoke trees. Zhang Gong rode a donkey out of Mingbo, and the green hills burst out into a fairy house.
The secluded paths are confusing, and the cliffs are as dangerous as jade. In seven days, chaos begins, and a thousand years separate the world.
A deep orifice hanging gracefully. 4. What are the poems about wine?
Cao Cao: If you sing about wine, what will your life be like? Li Bai: I'm going to drink wine on the road to Chang'an, but I am of the same mind and against my will.
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.
The wind blows the fragrance of willow flowers all over the shop, and Wu Ji presses wine to encourage customers to try it. When you are about to drink wine, don’t stop drinking.
Lanling wine and tulips, the jade bowl holds amber light. Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more. Raise a cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow.
The drunken moon frequently attracts the saints, and the lost flowers are of no concern to you. Du Fu: The questions and answers are not over yet, so I drive my children to make wine.
I hate the frost on my temples when I am in hardship, and I stop drinking my wine glass when I am down and out. Bai Juyi: Green ants cultivate new wine, and a small red clay stove.
Wang Wei: I got off my horse and drank your wine, and asked you where you were. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
Meng Haoran: Why should I bring wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival? Open a pavilion and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine.
Wang Han: The luminous cup of grape wine reminds me immediately if I want to drink Pipa. Li Shangyin: Every once in a while, I send you spring wine to warm me, and I send you a red wax lamp to cover my cao.
Du Mu: The smoke cage is cold and the moon is caged in the sand. I stay in Qinhuai at night near a restaurant. Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags are blowing in the water, villages and mountains.
(Forgot who): The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and there are freezing bones on the road. Cen Shen: The Chinese army prepares drinks for returning guests, playing harps, lutes, and flutes. Liu Yong: Where will I wake up tonight? On the bank of the willows at dawn, the wind is waning and the moon is waning. I want to get drunk and sing to the wine. The strong music is still tasteless. Su Shi: The wine is strong and the chest is still brave. Open the door, there is a slight frost on the temples, why not ask when the bright moon will come, and ask the blue sky for wine.
Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine brings back the moon in the river. Li Qingzhao: It was rainy and windy last night, and I couldn’t get rid of the remaining wine even after a deep sleep.
How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat it, when the wind comes late and the wind blows? (Yan Shu) Wine enters the heart of sorrow and turns into tears of lovesickness.
5. Poems about crafts
The harp and harp introduces Li He
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountains are condensed with clouds and they are not flowing. Jiang E sings about the sorrow of the bamboos, and Li Ping plays the harp in China. .The broken jade phoenix screams in Kunshan, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles. The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the rocks break the sky and amaze the autumn rain. Dreaming of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, the old fish jumps The thin dragon dances on waves. Wu Zhi is sleepless and leans on the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits with his feet exposed.
The pipa plays Bai Juyi
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn. The host dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink without the music. He was too drunk to say goodbye happily. When he said goodbye, the moon was soaked in the vast river. Suddenly he heard the sound of pipa on the water. The host forgot to return and the guest did not speak. Looking for the sound, he secretly asked who was playing it? The sound of the pipa stopped, and I was too late to speak. I moved the boat closer to invite each other, added wine, turned on the lights, and started the banquet again. After calling for a long time, I came out, still half-hiding my face with my pipa in my arms. I plucked the strings three or two times on the spindle, and there was emotion before the tune was formed. He muffled his voice and thought, as if he was complaining about his lack of ambition in life. He lowered his eyebrows and continued to play the formalities, saying all the infinite things in his heart. He slowly twisted it lightly and then picked it up again, which was first "Neon Shang" and then "Six Yao". The big strings were noisy and urgent. Rain, small strings are like whispers. Noisy strings are mixed, big beads and small beads are falling on the jade plate. The orioles are whispering at the bottom of the flower, and the spring is flowing under the ice. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass. The sound is paused. .Don’t have any sorrow and hatred. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase is broken, water slurry bursts out, and the cavalry protrudes, swords and guns are heard. At the end of the song, the plow is carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like a crack of silk. The boats in the east and west are silent, only seeing The autumn moon is white in the heart of the river. I am deep in thought while playing the strings, straightening my clothes and concentrating my face. She says that she is originally a girl from the capital, and her family lives under the tomb of shrimp. At the age of thirteen, she learned the pipa and became the first player in the teaching. After the song was finished, Teach good talents to wear clothes, and the makeup is always jealous of Qiu Niang. Young people in Wuling are tangled in their heads, and there are countless red silk threads. The silver grate on the hairpin is broken, and the bloody skirt is stained by wine. This year's laughter will be repeated next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be spent easily. The younger brother left to join the army and the aunt died, and the color of the morning and evening was the same. There were few horses and horses in front of the door. The boss married a merchant's wife. The merchants separated, and the month before last went to Fuliang to buy tea. I came and went to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boats, and the moon was shining brightly around the boats on the cold water of the river. . Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth, and I was crying and my eyes were red with tears. I sighed when I heard the pipa, and I sighed again when I heard the words. We are both fallen people in the world, so why should we know each other before we meet! I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to the city of Xunyang where I was sick. There was no music in Xunyang, and I never heard the sound of silk and bamboo all year round. I lived near the Huanjiang River in a low-humidity place, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grew around the house. What did I hear during the morning and evening? The cuckoo crows and the blood ape mourns. On the autumn moonlit night of the Spring River, flowers come to the dynasty (zhāo), and I often drink wine alone while drinking. How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, which are hard to listen to? Tonight, hearing your pipa language is like listening to fairy music, and my ears are temporarily bright. Mo Cigen sat down to play a piece of music and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing". I felt that I had been standing for a long time after saying this, but sitting down made the strings turn sharply. It was so sad that it was not like the forward sound. Everyone in the seat covered their eyes with tears after hearing it again. There were tears in the seats. Who bets the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet.