Describe the most desolate scenery:
How the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever.
The most confident poem:
I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, all come back! !
The most arrogant and unruly sentence:
Laugh at the sky and go out. Are we Artemisia people?
The most helpless poem:
The road to the sky has no way out.
Most in line with Jin Yong's setting:
Three cups spit promise, five mountains are light.
The most popular sad poem:
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Li Bai's poems specially used to pick up girls:
How beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement and sitting with a frown. I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.
The most delicate landscape description:
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
Poetry has become a classic idiom:
One person guards it, and ten thousand people can't force it.
The most thrilling scenery description:
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
The loneliest feeling:
Bring me my shadow, make the three of us, until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon.
The oldest and most confusing sentence:
Holding a sword, fidgeting, I don't know what to do.
The most tearful poem:
I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it.
China people are most familiar with the most classic poem:
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
The most artistic poem:
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The saddest sentence:
A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me.
The bleakest
Holding a sword, fidgeting, I don't know what to do.
The most obscene song:
Beauty is full of flowers.
Stay in bed after the beauty leaves.
Embroidered quilt on the bed can't sleep.
Smell lingering fragrance for three years.
The most artistic poem
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
Most verve:
Ten steps to kill one person, thousands of miles away!
The most colorful
The sun shone on the incense stone and lit a wisp of smoke.
The bloodiest
With their teeth and fangs, they kill like hemp.
The most backbone sentence.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face.
The most helpless sentence
There is no scenery at present, and Cui Hao wrote a poem on it.
the strongest
Life is sentimental, you can drink upstairs.
The most insincere:
Hey hey hey.
The most depressing poem:
Big Pengfei shook eight people,
The sky is too strong to be destroyed.
The afterwind excited generations,
Swim with Fusang and hang your left hand.
Later generations have this story, Zhong Ni died, who cried!
The most Bai Juyi style:
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
The greatest verve:
The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds,
The wind from thousands of miles, blowing through Yumen Pass.
The most sensational:
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
The most embarrassing thing:
I asked what I meant by living in the blue mountains, but I laughed without answering my heart. Peach blossoms are opening, and it is another world.
The most romantic and affectionate:
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
The purest:
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
Most disgusted:
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
The most desolate and atmospheric
The afterglow of the west wind, the tomb of the Han family
The most heroic:
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!
Helpless verse
The circle of friends was withdrawn, and Yu Zunkong.
A word with deep pockets:
Spin a thousand silver coins and come back! .
The most ferocious:
Xiangyun ranks at dawn and kills He Changhong.
The most chic:
The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his mind.
The most ambitious:
Curtains rolled up, as if someone were opening them, and the bright moon went straight in, without any intention of guessing.
What goes against the party's ethnic policy is not conducive to building a harmonious society;
The enemy can be destroyed, and the head can be destroyed. Hanging in the sky, with beard and purple plug buried. Hu Wuming, Han Daochang.
I am a madman in Chu. He sang a crazy song and argued with Confucius.
The noblest and most self-rewarding:
Brush the white stone and play the pipa.
Youth ambition, even in the city, can end a person's life between a glass of wine.
The hardest way to go:
Such a trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky.
The vast river will not come back.
Bai's self-introduction:
Who is Sima Baiwen from Ye Jia, Huzhou?
Violet lay immortal, restaurant name is thirty years old. Huzhou Sima why ask, Jin Su Tathagata should come back.
Other widely circulated poems
The two of us drank cup after cup in the blooming flowers on the mountain. I was so drunk that I fell asleep. The Ming Dynasty planned to play the piano.
Don't you see that the mirror in the hall is sad for white hair?
Although it was still as dark as silk in the morning, it turned into snow at night!
If you find yourself insignificant in life
You might as well have long hair and set sail for fun tomorrow.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is awkward.
Know that soldiers are murder weapons.
Holding a sword, fidgeting, I don't know what to do.
The mountain starts from the human face, and the cloud is beside the horse's head.
Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.
I brushed my clothes, hidden, fame and fortune.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, and my dance was messy.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Dapeng rises with the wind and soars into Wan Li!
One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the huge waves, raise my muddy sails and cross the deep sea!
We all hold high our yearning for the distance and want to go to the sky to embrace the sun and the moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai.
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Three mountains and a half fall outside the blue sky, and Egret Island is wet.
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time?
The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface.
There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is compassionate.
My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
Maid-in-waiting is like a flower in Man Chun Hall, but only partridges are flying today.
Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face.