"Sauvignon Blanc·A Journey to the Mountain"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
A journey to the mountains, a journey to the water, towards the bank of Yuguan Okay, late at night there are thousands of tents with lights.
The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams are gone, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
"Lovesickness"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring.
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
"Sauvignon Blanc·One Mountain"
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold. I miss the red maple leaves.
The chrysanthemums are blooming, but the chrysanthemums are withered. The flying geese have not yet returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.
"Sauvignon Blanc·Part 1"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.
The autumn cries of Luowei are heard in Jinjinglan, and the frost is desolate and the color of the mat is cold.
The solitary lamp is confused and distraught, rolling up the curtains and looking at the moonlit sky, sighing.
Beauty is like a flower in the clouds!
There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below.
The journey is long and the soul is in pain, but the dream soul cannot reach the mountains.
Sauvignon Blanc is heart-breaking!
"Sauvignon Blanc·Bianliu Water"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Bianliu River, Si River, flows to the ancient ferry in Guazhou. Wu Shan is a little worried.
I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return home. The moonlight person leans against the building.
"Sauvignon Blanc·Flowers Like Yi"
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Flowers like Yi, willows like Yi. Flowers and willows, young people part ways. He lowered his head and shed tears.
East of the Yangtze River, west of the Yangtze River. Mandarin ducks fly in two places on both sides of the strait. We know when we meet. Five Ancient Poems of the Great Heat
"The Great Heat"
Song Dynasty: Kong Pingzhong
The summer heat is already in Zeguo, but the summer is still eternal.
The flames of the furnace are blazing, and the wild water is swaying.
The flying birds dare not save, the singing cicada should be worried about itself.
The flowers and leaves are poor, but they are haggard and withered by the frost.
"In the middle of June during the Great Heat"
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
The Great Heat and the third autumn are approaching, and the forest bells and nine summers have moved on.
The cinnamon wheel blooms in the middle of the night, and the fireflies illuminate the sky.
Melons and fruits invite Confucian guests, and wild rice grows in the ink pond.
The gauze is rolled up, and the history is waiting for the wind to blow.
"Summer Leisure"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
It is summer and no one goes out and no guests arrive.
The curtains are drawn deep in the quiet room, and the small courtyard is newly swept.
The clothes are back on the shore, and I am leisurely and proud.
The pillow is clear against the view, and I can sleep in the cool.
Nothing for lunch, just a few fish and meat.
There are not many summer clothes, only a few things like banana yarn.
If you have enough money for your life, it will only be a waste of money.
If compared to the Tao Lao people, I am too rich now.
"The Great Heat on the Night of June 18th"
Song Dynasty: Sima Guang
The old willow tree is noisy and the deserted courtyard is shining brightly.
Human feelings are in the bitter heat, but things are already shocked by autumn.
I bathe in the cold water under the moon and comb my white hair in front of the wind.
How to pay homage to the duke in the middle of the night?
"He Chao Yingzhi's Letters in the Great Summer"
Song Dynasty: Zhang Lei
The gate has been closed for a long time to thank the car, and the small pavilion is empty especially if it is afraid of the heat.
The tender green moss leaves seal scripts for birds, and the remaining green leaves carry worm scripts.
What's the use of cold springs coming out of wells? Bai Yu's plan to invite coolness has been neglected.
Waiting for the west wind to blow, what will it be like to cut the big fish? Five Ancient Poems on the End of Summer
"End of Heat" by Zhang Mu
One year old often passes the end of the summer, and I am single-clothed in the foothills of the forest.
Tian Wuhui served Guo as a public servant and borrowed books from his neighbor's collection for compilation.
In the mountain market, every person who sells wine is near, but in the deep virtue of the rock, he is the first to grow peaches.
The night comes and the rain adds to the rogue, and I sleep on the rope bed all night long.
"Yuan Gong Ci" by Zhu Youdou
The white wine was poured into the jade pot, and the heat in the depths of the water pavilion was gone
The king smiled and asked Concubine Qi, "Why?" Like Xiliang playing with spinach
"One day after the summer heat" Jiangnan Rain
The hustle and bustle of the world may take a break, and the splendor shines through the ancient city.
Pinjiao shows off his reputation in history, and he can bear to watch the monkey wearing a golden crown.
Harmony can be guaranteed this evening, and we will be prepared for the storm tomorrow.
After the feast is over, the dust is beginning to quiet down, and there is a new coolness and a good autumn.
"Ode to the Drama after the End of Summer" by Sun Xuanchang
After the end of the heat, the night becomes cool, and several autumn rains bring the autumn light.
The green vines and green vines fascinate the new moon, and the purple pistils and red flowers emit evening fragrance.
There are no distinguished guests in the suburbs outside the door, and the leaves in the dense forest are rustling in the cold.
I have been through many hardships in the north and south in my life, but I am glad that every clear night has a long dream.
"A Poem of the Twenty-Four Qi in the Summer of July" by Yuan Zhen
I have always sacrificed eagles to birds, but gradually I felt that the white emptiness was deep.
The sky is blown under the leaves, and the sky is so high that one cannot see the heart.
The wind is quiet and the grass and insects are singing.
Slowly drink the wine from the bottle and tune the piano on your lap. The six most beautiful love poems in China
The six most beautiful love poems in China
Qianyuan
Xi Murong
People If you can really be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in this world
Then my love, what were we in our previous lives
If you were once a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan
I must be you The one I missed under my wrist
If you had been a urchin who skipped school
I must have been the brand-new marble that fell from your bag
In the grass on the roadside
Watching you go away without knowing anything
If you were the eminent monk facing the wall
I must be the one in front of the temple A stick of incense
Burning with you for a period of silence
Therefore, when we meet in this life, I always feel that there is some unfinished future
But it is so vague that I cannot pay attention to it carefully. To distinguish
I can’t tell you one by one
Yuxiang
Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long and lonely rain alley
I hope to meet
like a lilac
The sad girl
She has
the same color as lilac
the same fragrance as lilac
the same sadness as lilac
p>Complaining in the rain
Complaining and hesitating
She is wandering in this lonely rain alley
Holding an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me
Walking silently
Cold, desolate, and melancholy
She walked silently Approaching
Approaching, and casting eyes
breathless
She floated by
like a dream
As sad and confused as a dream
Like floating in a dream
A sprig of lilac
This girl drifted by my side
< p> She silently went far, far awayArriving at the dilapidated fence
Walking through the rain alley
In the lament of the rain
p>Dissipated her color
Dissipated her fragrance
Dissipated, even her
breath-like eyes
As melancholy as lilac
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long lane
The lonely rain alley
I hope to float over
Like a lilac
A girl with sorrow
To the oak tree
Shu Ting
If I love you
I am definitely not like a climbing flower in the sky,
I use your high branches to show off myself:
If I love you
Never imitate the infatuated bird,
repeat a monotonous song for the green shade;
It is not just like a spring,
brings coolness all year round Comfort;
It is not just like a dangerous peak,
it increases your height and
sets off your majesty.
Even daylight.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok near you,
standing with you as the image of a tree.
The roots are clenched in the ground,
The leaves are touching in the clouds.
Every time the wind passed by,
we greeted each other,
but no one
understood our words.
You have your copper branches and iron trunks,
like knives, like swords,
also like halberds,
I have mine The red flowers are like heavy sighs,
and like heroic torches,
We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunder;
< p> We enjoy the mist, the mist, the mist, and the rainbow.It seems as if we are separated forever.
But we are dependent on each other for life.
This is great Love,
Fidelity is here:
Not only do I love your majestic body,
I also love the position you insist on, the land under your feet.
Error
Zheng Chouyu
I walked through Jiangnan
The face that waits for the season is like the blooming and falling of a lotus
If the east wind does not come, the catkins of March will not fly
Your heart is like a small lonely city
Just like a bluestone street towards the evening
The sound of the crickets is silent, and the spring curtain of March is not lifted
Your heart is a small window tightly closed
My dada’s horse hooves are beautiful mistakes
I am not a returnee, but a passer-by
Unbroken feelings
Wang Guozhen
I originally wanted to travel far away this time
I can forget your beautiful eyes
I can cut off
the strands of affection
and the sadness that cannot be blown away by the autumn wind
Who would have thought that in the end
The mountains and rivers remain the same
The love remains the same
Your figure
Just behind you and now in front
Waiting for you, in the rain
In the afterglow
Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rainbow-making rain
The sound of cicadas falls, the sound of frogs rises
A pool of red lotuses is like red flames, in the rain
It doesn’t matter whether you come or not, but I feel
Every lotus looks like you
p>
Especially across the dusk, across this drizzle
Eternity, moment, moment, eternity
Waiting for you, outside time,
< p> Outside time, waiting for you,In an instant, in eternity
If your hand is in my hand, at this moment
If your Qingfen, in my nostrils
I will say, little lover
No, this hand should pick lotus, in Wu Palace
This hand should
Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp in a magnolia boat
A star hangs on the eaves of the Science Museum
Hanging like an earring
The Swiss watch said it was already seven o'clock
Suddenly you came
Stepping on the red lotus after the rain, gracefully, you came
Like a song Xiao Ling
From an allusion of love, you come here
From Jiang Baishi’s words, you come with rhyme