Wang Wei is in Chai Lu.
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.
Meng Haoran in the spring dawn
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Wang Wei, Bird Watching Creek
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Zhu wangwei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Meng Haoran at night on Jiande River
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Wang Wei is in the mountains.
The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
Wang Wei, a mountain dweller in autumn
After the new rain, standing in the autumn evening.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Meng Haoran, passing by the old people's village
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Drink Tao Yuanming
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
Frontier poems:
1. Family Banquet-Lu Lun
In the faint moonlight, wild geese soar in the sky.
The Tatar chiefs are fleeing from the darkness.
We chased them, and the horse's burden was light.
We must carry bows and arrows and swords in the heavy snow.
translate
On a quiet night, geese fly high,
Khan slipped away in the dark.
Was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up,
The snow fell all over me.
2. Li Yi's Xia Sai Qu
Four songs under the plug (part 1)
Tribes in Zhou Fan can finish and hunt Yellow River songs at dawn and dusk.
Yan Song is not broken, and the horses are green.
3. Jiang sighed
The twelfth lunar month is warm on the river, and the south bridge has new willow branches.
When the spring breeze comes, I think of my hometown.
If you are unhappy all day, what will you do when you go out?
Look for color from people and laugh at weak men.
Homesick poems:
1. Hope of Spring-Du Fu
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
2. Thinking at night-Li Bai
Moonlight before bed,
People suspect that there is frost on the ground.
Looking up at the moon,
Keep your head down and think about your hometown.
I thought of my Shandong brother, Wang Wei, when I was on holiday in the mountains.
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is one person missing from the dogwood.
4. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights-Wang Jian
Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,
Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope,
I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.
5. Qiu Si Zhang Ji
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
Poems about objects:
1. Wang Anshi's>
There are some plums in the corner.
Ling cold drives alone.
Distant knowledge is not snow.
Because of the faint fragrance.
2. Yu Qian's>
A thousand hammers cut deep mountains,
If the fire burns accidentally.
I'm not afraid of fractures,
Leave your innocence in the world.
3. Momei-Wang Mian
The tree by Xiyan Lake next to my home,
Flowers bloom and fade with ink marks.
Don't boast that the color is beautiful,
Just keep it fresh and full of Kun.
4. Bamboo Stone-Zheng Xie (Zheng Banqiao)
Adhere to the castle peak and not relax,
The roots were originally in the broken rocks.
Hard work and perseverance,
East, west, north and south winds.
5. Grass-Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
I gave a little more poems (more than two), and I think the more the better ~