Very beautiful ancient poems with scenery.

Landscape Poetry: Look at the snow peaks of Mount Zhongnan and see how Mount Zhongnan soars. The white peak is above the clouds. After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly. Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"-In the morning of Tang Chunri, I woke up carefree, surrounded by birds singing, but now I still remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. In a night-mooring near maple bridge —— Don Frost Night, Jiang Feng and Fishing Boat Sleeping Together. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu, the bell of the passenger ship rang at midnight. Du Fu and Tang Dynasty, two orioles sang green willows, and a line of egrets went up to the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. Looking for flowers by the river Du Fu's yellow virgin flowers are blooming, but the flowers are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Farewell poem: Farewell to a friend-Li Baitang, with mountains in the north and waters in the east. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. Don't be in the mountains-friend Wang, I have been watching you go down the mountain, and I didn't close my hut door until it was dark. The spring grass will turn green next year, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? Farewell-Wang, I dismount to propose a toast to you and ask where you are going and why you are going. You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life. Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating. Say goodbye to ancient grass-Bai Juyi's grass crossed the plain in the Tang Dynasty and came and went with the seasons. 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. Weicheng Qu-Wang Weicheng is raining and sprinkling, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. Homesickness poem: I miss my Shandong brother Wang in a strange place, and I miss my relatives twice every festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Silent night thinking about Li Baitang in such a bright line at the foot of my bed, may it have frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. On a moonlit night, I remember my brother Du Youzi listening to drums and autumn geese. 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. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, the Bai Shu crow in Wang Jiantang atrium and the silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. Qiu Si Zhang Jitang Luoyang saw the autumn wind in this city, and he wanted this writer to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. Answer supplemented by chanting poems: "Chanting Chants" Tang Luobin and Lu Chan sang, and Nan Guan thought deeply. I couldn't stand the dark temple shadow, so I poisoned my bald head. His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ? The poem Lyrics of Lime was carved in a deep mountain in the Ming Dynasty. If the fire burns carelessly, leave your innocence in the world. Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom has a few plum blossoms in the corner of the Northern Song Dynasty, and hanling opens them alone. Knowing from afar is not snow, only Dimfragrance comes. Zheng Xie Zhushi asserted in Qing Dynasty that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are broken rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. Li He's "History of Horse" The desert in Tang Dynasty is as sand as snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook. Why do you want to be a golden brain? Let's step on the clear autumn.