On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
The next berth in Beibao Mountain is Wang Wan.
Castle Peak, my boat and I, along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun? The old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
Bai Juyi, Qiantang spring outing
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Xin Qiji in Xijiang Moon
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to Xitou.
Tian Jingsha Qiu Si, Ma Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water,
The ancient road and the west wind are thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Cao Cao, the tortoise is alive.
Although the tortoise has a long life, it has its moments. The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust.
The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.
Fortunately, even! Sing with ambition.
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.
A Buddhist retreat is often built behind the Broken Mountain Temple.
On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.
A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.
"I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Long Biao was sent here." li po
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.
I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.
A Letter to a Friend in the North on a Rainy Night by Li Shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night?
Bo Qinhuai Du Mu
Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.
Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
"Huanxisha" Yan Shu
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year,
When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do. Flowers fall,
Yan's return seems deja vu, and the small garden is wandering alone.
"Yang Wanli, who passed by the paint shop where Song Yuanchen cooked,
Don't say that there is no difficulty coming down from the mountain, which makes the climbers happy in vain.
Just entering Wanshan Circle, one mountain releases another.
Li Qingzhao, the order of a dream
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.
How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
Zhu, reading experience
Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast.
Ask the canal to be so clear, because there is running water at the source.
Wu Jun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains
The mountain and the sky are connected into clouds, and the afterglow of the sunset can be seen from the cracks in the bamboo forest.
Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window.
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.
Li Bai, Emei Mountain Moon Song
In the autumn of the first half of Emei Mountain, the shadow entered the Pingqiang River.
In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.
"One spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute, Li Bai, and his flute was flying secretly.
Scattered into the east wind that fills Los Angeles. In this serenade, I heard the sound of willows.
Who can't afford to be homesick?
Go to Cen Can, the capital, to meet the messenger.
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Wei Wuying in Xixi, Chuzhou
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Du Fu met Li Guinian by the river.
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Liu Changqing, send it to Master Che Ling.
Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night.
Holly falls farther and farther on the green mountain with the sunset.
"Guest" Zhao Shixiu
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
On Zhao Yi's Poetry
Du Li's poems have been passed down through the ages, but they are not new now.
There are many talented people all over the country, and their poems and popularity will last for hundreds of years.
Du Fu, Wang Yue
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Du Fu in Hope in Spring
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.
Du Fu, stone trencher
At dusk, officials arrested people at night.
The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch.
Why are officials angry? Why do women cry?
Before listening to his wife's speech: three men are guarding Yecheng.
One man attached a book, and two men died.
Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead!
There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson.
And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out.
Although the old woman is weak, please come back at night.
If you are in a hurry to serve Shirley in the river and Yang, you might as well prepare the meal in the morning.
The night is long and silent, like crying and choking.
Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.
Guiyuan (3) Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Wang Wei, ambassador to the fortress
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
Li Bai bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Tour of Shanxi village
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will lock the door all night.
Long Songs Han Yuefu
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Ji Wang the Night's Watch.
Looking at Gao Dong in the dusk, what do you want to rely on!
Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.
The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back.
Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.
Meng Haoran's Pregnant on the Early Cold River
The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold.
My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.
Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon.
The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
Meng Haoran from Wang Dongting to Prime Minister Zhang.
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Another cloud passed through Yungu and Menggu, regretting Yueyang City.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao.
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.