Year: Song Author:
The fangs are printed with moss, and the dream pen mountain is high and green.
The sun brings the evening light to the sea, and the wind spreads the autumn letter to the next day.
Bamboo opens a path for fireflies to pass, loosens empty nests and lets cranes return.
You don't need a golden house and a jade pagoda.
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Year: Song Author: Liu Han
The pavilion curtain hangs in the shade, plum fragrance enters the pillow, and spring gives birth to the screen.
The moon sets in the west window, and the birds wake up in the east wind.
I didn't call it Qingxidu for three years, but I dreamed of Xiquan Road.
Jiangtou's daughter has a pair of beautiful eyebrows and can sing the sentences of Cao Fang.
Visit a friend's villa in the west. "
Year: Tang author:
The west path of lishuiqiao is oblique, and the sun is still high.
There are many similarities between the gardens and alleys in the village, and there are spring flowers everywhere.
Butterfly flowers, red flowers on the ground and the first rain. "
Year: Song Author: Wu Lizhi
The ground was red, and it rained first. Shadows are dancing, and Ziyan is dancing in the wind.
The path of tobacco depression. The days are long and people are quiet.
Sink into the water and sell newly cut bamboo. The pillow is hazy, and the bottom of the flower smells like Yu Ying.
The spring dream still carries catkins. Fly over the east wall.
2. This poem is about a small road. My road twists and turns, passing through a sheltered valley, especially branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat away from the cold mountains and stones. The road is oblique, and there are people deep in the white clouds. Chickens and dogs know each other well. Read thousands of books. When you take Wan Li Road, you will find the way to the mountains. When water reaches the beach, it is easier to go up the mountain than down it. There is no road in the world, so many people become roads-Lu Xun goes his own way, let others say it-Dante's road is endless. Go your own way-as the saying goes, there is no end to learning-ancient poetry knows horsepower from the road, and people will see it over time-as the saying goes, the road is long, Xiu Yuan is slow, and I will go up and down for it-Qu Yuan 1. I hope it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Just like the road on the ground, there is no road on the ground, and more people walk, it becomes a road. There is no limit to learning the sea. 3. The road in Xiu Yuan is very long, so I'll go up and down for it. (Qu Yuan) Poem: During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. (Du Mu) Being a wild old man is no longer responsible, and Lu is finally tempted by refugees. (Lu You) Clouds open the Wuxia Qianfeng, and the road turns to Bajiang. (Wu Bentai) Sometimes he sells melons in his garden by the roadside, and sometimes he plants willows around his seclusion. () Leaving only hoofprint behind. (Cen Can) There is no way to recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village. (Lu You) Castle Peak is there, and there is no way out. Suddenly, Qian Fan looms. (Wang Anshi) Seeing off guests on Hengtang Road every year, the drizzle hangs down and draws boats. (Fan Chengda) He advised you not to carve stubborn stones. The population on the road is like a monument. (Volume 17).
3. The poem describing the secluded path in the forest is 1. A trip to Lushan Mountain.
Song: Mei
In the early morning, the rolling Lushan Mountain, with thousands of peaks competing and beautiful, is spectacular, which just caters to my interest in natural scenery.
Along the way, the mountain range in front of me is constantly changing, and a person is immersed in the winding and deep wild road, but forgets where to go.
The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains look more silent and empty, the silly bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream.
I can't see any buildings or smoke, so I can't help wondering if there are people living in the mountains. Just then, I suddenly heard a crow crowing on the distant mountain.
2. "People are crossing the Hu Su wine"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain.
Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless.
When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men.
Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by.
I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat.
Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse.
When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.
3. Nian Nujiao Breaking the Rainbow Rain
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
On August 17, I stepped out of Yong 'an Tower with Zhu Sheng and went to Zhang Kuan Fuyuan for the moon.
Occasionally, there are famous wines, because the guests are treated like golden lotus flowers. The guest is Sun, who is good at playing flute.
Write long and short sentences in Yuefu without words.
Broken rainbow rain, clear autumn sky, dyed mountains, trimmed eyebrows and new green.
Guiying helps the poor, who is going the way, and the brightness is not enough tonight?
Wan Li blue sky, Heng E where, driving this round of jade.
Cold light is messy, who is biased?
When I was young, I chased you. When the night was cool, I walked around Bird Mu Sen.
* * * Jin Furong, home in Wan Li, rare honour before.
In my life, I love bagpipes in the north and south of the Yangtze River.
Sun Lang smiled and sat down to spray frosted bamboo.
4,' Begonia in Spring and Autumn'
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
Now my hometown is full of begonia, and I dream of entering the splendid heap in Jiangxi.
At this time, although spring returns, everything is thriving, but people are old; Swallows fly back every year after offering sacrifices to the land god.
Spring is like a piece of green and white, not heavy and light weather, it is the scene of Chu Qing; In this spring, catkins will fly and fall.
But this beautiful spring scenery can't be eaten, so let poetry attract it to Qiong Yao's jade cup.
There are platforms and waterside pavilions in the bamboo forest here, with beautiful scenery and quiet environment. You don't need to follow, so it's good to walk here alone.
Early spring is warm, willow leaves sprout and dance in the wind, which is more charming; Flowers bloom in the sun, shadows dance and rise dimly.
After a rain-eroded garden, the road is cleaner and deeper; Birds just flying out of the nest are more cheerful, and crows crow one after another, which is sweet and entertaining.
The scenery here is very beautiful, but unfortunately there are few plump and beautiful begonia flowers; Begonia, a native of that hometown, lived two cold foods and disappeared.
5. Five Yuan Poems under Kuzhu Bridge
Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
Gao Qiao is connected with a faint path, winding through the sparse bamboo forest.
Bamboo produces bitter knots from the culm sheath, and the green skin surrounds the diabolo heart.
Bend down to look at the thin stream under the bridge and look up to listen to the rustling of bamboo in the mountains.
The smoke in the west is transpiration, and the birds on the mountain ring at the scene.
Bitter bamboo can't be used as a ferry bamboo to provide shade for our rest.
4. What poems describe "quiet mountains"? 1. At the end of the fireworks, find a pure land, watch the prosperity fall, listen to the birds, and lean on your ears. Quiet mountain forests, open up one side of the water and soil, enjoy one side of the sky, smell one side of Lin Qing, and let him die. Find an uninhabited valley, build a wooden house, pave a bluestone path, and feel at ease with you in the morning bell and dusk drum.
2, quiet mountain forest, open one side of the water and soil, enjoy one side of the sky, smell a clean forest breath, accompany you to see the flowers bloom and fall.
At this time, the spring is bright, the spring breeze is blowing, everything is comfortable, and birds are singing in it. This is a great spring breeze. At this time, when you are in the mountains, find a quiet place, take a pot of good wine and drink it, and worship the sky and the beautiful world with wine.
Time changes with the rising sun and rain and dew. I am wandering in this long journey, trying to find the flavor. In midsummer, there are beautiful things, some are picked up and some are forgotten. Finally, they all touched every ray of light in this generation's summer. Deep blue shines in the moonlight, and the quiet mountain forest is cold in the bath. I don't know where I am or whether the world is right or wrong.
The moonlight is faint, and a deep and shallow dark green is outlined in the dense forest. The air is so silent that even the sound of insects can't be heard. Only the occasional wind passing over the grass tips cuts out subtle sounds in the forest. If there is no sound, the whole mountain forest will be deeper. It was so quiet that no one passed by.
6. I want to go for a walk in the forest alone, where it is very quiet and I can piece together my feelings. I want to be there, forget you, practice alone and sleep without you.
7. You said you like quiet, and I gave up the noisy life for you; You said that you like to be alone, and I will accompany you to live in seclusion in the mountains; You said you wanted a bright star, sorry! It's too high for me to reach!
8. Many years later, if I go to Siguniang Mountain, it will not be quiet in the forest, but just a hole in the cliff. After many years, if I go wandering, it is not for the beauty of mountains and rivers, but for you along the way.
9. Deep mountains and dense forests, the tree-lined mountain roads on both sides are covered with thick pine needles. In the afternoon, the sun emits a pungent smell of turpentine, and birds occasionally make clear calls like shadows.
10, the wind is clear and the clouds are light, with clear water and green mountains. People who cross the gorge are not born. Look at the size of heaven and earth and the complexity of trees. I can't stand it. A bird sings. Talking about the sky and talking about the land, I don't know who my confidant is.
5. What are the poems describing mountain life? 1, there is no way to recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village. _ _ _ _ Luyou Shanxi Village
The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me.
2, thousands of miles green, water village Guo Shan wine flag wind. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
The spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River in the vast trunk is picturesque, and the green leaves in Yanwu, Ying Ge set off bright red flowers.
3. Sunset in the lonely village, Western jackdaw in the west, an old tree smoking, and a little Fei Ying. _ _ _ _ Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"
The sun has gradually set in the west, and the sunset glow on the horizon has gradually begun to dissipate, leaving only a few dim colors, reflecting how lonely the quiet village in the distance is, dragging its long shadow. The fog was faintly floating, several black crows perched on the rickety old tree, and a wild goose flew down in the distance and crossed the sky.
4, the shepherd boy returned to the cow's back, and the piccolo blew out of the cavity. _ _ _ _ Lei Zhen's Country Night
The little shepherd boy rode on the back of the cow and went home slowly; Holding a piccolo, playing casually, without a fixed voice.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. _ _ _ _ Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city.
6, drums follow the Spring Society, and clothes are simple and ancient. _ _ _ _ Luyou Shanxi Village
The day of playing the flute and drums in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply, and the ancient flavor is still preserved.
7. Nobody lies on the cow's back at sunset, bringing back western Western jackdaw in pairs. _ _ _ _ Zhang Shunmin's "Village Living, Water Around Vicious Fields, Bamboo Around Hedges"
As the sun sets, there is no shepherd boy riding on the back of the cow, only pairs of crows strolling on the path back to the village.
8, the rules outside the door have not stopped, and the sunset in the mountain village is long. _ _ _ _ Chen's "Giving People to the Capital"
Outside, the birds are constantly singing, the sun is setting, and the dreams in the mountain village are still constant.
9. Frost grass scissors and insect scissors are unique in Cunnan Village. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Night in the Country
In a gray autumn grass beaten by frost, insects are whispering, and pedestrians around the mountain village are extinct.
10, the grass in the lonely village is far away, and the apricot flowers fly in the setting sun. _ _ _ _ Kou Zhun's "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River, Endless"
The grass is spreading to the sky, and there are several huts in the distance, and pieces of apricot flowers are flying in the afterglow of the sunset.