A berth at the foot of Gubei Mountain.
Wang Wan
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
Red Wall
Don Dumu
A broken iron halberd sank into the sand and disappeared, only to find that it was the remnant of Battle of Red Cliffs after grinding and washing.
If the east wind is not convenient for Zhou Yu, I'm afraid the outcome will be Cao Cao's victory and Er Qiao's detention in Tongquetai.
Orchid Creek at the foot of Huanxisha Mountain
Su Shi
Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free.
At dusk, the rain is whispering. Who says life can't go back to adolescence?
The water in front of the door can still flow west, so don't sing yellow chicken with white hair.
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
Wang Jian
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
Tonight, I don't know who Qiu Si will fall on.
Prelude to water melody
Su Shi
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know what year the palace in the sky is tonight. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. Wish people a long time.
Early Spring in the Capital: Arriving at Zhangji
Han Yu
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Moon Bay in Xijiang River, Huangsha Middle Road.
Xin Qiji
The bright moon surprises magpies, and cicadas sing in the middle of the night.
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.
Once upon a time, on the edge of Maodian forest, the road turned to Xitou.
Autumn ci
Liu Yuxi
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
I heard that Wang Changling left and moved to Longbiaoyao to deliver this.
Lipper
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.
Meditation after breaking the mountain temple's long stream
Poetry in the morning, sunshine in the morning shining on the treetops.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.
A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.
cicada
Yu Shinan
Cicada droops like a tassel on a hat, its tentacles suck the clear dew, and its voice spreads from the branches of the straight Shulang tree.
From a distance, don't go near the spring breeze.
Goose valley.
Those partridges frolic on the warm smoky wasteland to see how neat their colorful feathers are; Look at their behavior, the category is similar to that of lively pheasants during the day.
When it rains, the grass on the southeast lake of Dongting Lake passes through from Anil Kumar Bachu Lake; The petals of Huangling Temple fall and partridges sound.
A wanderer smells wet sleeves, and a good man sings low eyebrows.
Xiangjiang River is wide, and bitter bamboo bushes are deep in the west.
Far away, Altair, two Han Yuefu.
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.
Skillful hands, make a loom.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
What's the difference between a clear river and a shallow one?
Du Fu is in Yueyang Tower.
I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
How can I not cry when the army is approaching the north and leaning against the railing here? .
Du Fu, a lonely goose
A lone goose doesn't want to drink water, refuses to eat, just flies low and longs for its companion.
Who pities a shadow and loses everything?
Looking at the horizon, I seem to see the figure of my companion; The voice in the valley seems to hear the voice of the companion.
Wild ducks have no intention of being emotional and noisy.
Qinyuan Chunxue Mao Zedong
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.
Look inside and outside the Great Wall. It's so vast. When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum.
The mountain dancing silver snake, originally a wax elephant, wants to compete with God.
When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight!
Jiangshan is so charming that I have attracted countless heroes to compete.
Qin Huang Hanwu slightly lost the party's pity, Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish.
Genghis Khan only knew how to shoot an eagle with a bow.
The past is the past, and it is still a romantic figure to look at the present.
Operator Yongmei Mao Zedong
Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. There are hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, and there are beautiful flowers. They don't compete for spring, but only report it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.
The land trip of operator Yongmei
Broken bridge outside the post, lonely. It's dusk, and it's stormy.
I have no intention of fighting for spring, a group of people will hinder it. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
Look at cutting wheat.
Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is another poor woman with her son in her arms.
Grab your ears with your right hand and hang our basket with your left.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Xin Qiji, a drunken man watching the sword.
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Give the roast beef to the men and the band will play northern songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. It's in vain.
Give it to Wang Wei.
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.
Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao
A long time ago, a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven, where there was a space for the 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.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
Gui Tian yuan ju Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
In the morning, the reason is waste and filth. Take the moon lotus hoe home.
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.
Grade?Eight
Chang Zheng Mao Zedong
The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.
Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.
Jinsha water beats the cliff warm, and Dadu Bridge is cold.
I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.
Du Fu 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.
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, so they sing "backyard flowers" across the river.
1 1 4th, this is a stormy land trip.
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
Guo Yangwen Tian Xiang
Try hard once. There are few stars around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, so shine on Han Qing with Dan's heart.
Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu for his post.
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
Hai's miscellaneous poem Gong Zizhen.
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
mansion/residence of a prince
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The creator has given all the mysterious grace to nature here, and the yin and yang are staggered.
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.
Bai Juyi in Qiantang River in spring.
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.
Deng Fei Laifeng Wang Anshi
Fly to the top of Chihiro Tower, hear the cock crow and the sun rise.
As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.
Lihe Yanmen Taishouhang
Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold.
In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.
The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.
Report to you on the golden stage and support Yulong to die for you.