Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Li Bai, staying at the Mountain Temple for the night.
The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are really high, like a hundred feet. People upstairs are like a hand that can pick off the stars in the sky.
Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.
Night parking near Fengqiao Zhangji
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman is worried about sleeping.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
/kloc-Yuan Mei on the evening of 0/February 15.
More and more heavy, more and more urgent, and gradually the voice died.
The window is brighter, and it snows every day.
Wang Anshi in Spring Night
The golden stove leaks incense, and the wind blows cold.
Spring bothers me that I can't sleep, and the moon moves the railing.
Li Yi heard the flute on a spring night.
In Hanshan's "The Flute Calls the Earth", the exiles look at each other with tears.
Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn.
Du Lei on a cold night.
On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first.
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.
Farewell to my friend Chen Ziang on a spring night.
Silver candles spit smoke, and gold is like a feast.
Farewell hall in the hall to recall the friendship of friends, bypass the mountain behind the water, a long journey.
The bright moon is high in the treetops, and the long river is still unknown.
To Luoyang, when will this meeting be held?
Pregnant with Cui tu, except at night.
The journey is in a dangerous place in the distance, on a rugged road, far from the road.
On all sides of the mountains, the snow reflected the cold night, sitting in the candlelight night, I am a stranger here.
Because the farther away from relatives, on the contrary, the closer to employees and servants.
It's hard to get through New Year's Eve in the drift, and tomorrow's update is the new year.
Du Fu of Ge Ye
Although the daylight in winter is shorter on the elemental scale, it is cold and snowy at the end of the world.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
Wild cries and smells of war, I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Wolong and Pegasus are not generals now. They are dust and the personnel are lonely.
Du Fu's One Night in a Foreign Country
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.
If only my art could bring me fame. The official took sick leave because of his old age.
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .
Du Fu in Moonlit Night
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
It is inevitable to send books. What can you expect in the war? .
The reward process was presented to Han Yi in the autumn night.
When the cold wind crawls under my mat, the exposed city walls turn pale with the autumn moon.
I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.
However, I don't want this season to take me away.
I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.
Cold food night hanwo
It's cold and windy, and apricot blossoms and snow are pink.
In the middle of the night, the autumn rope is oblique and the pavilion is hazy and drizzling.