Surrounded by mountains and beautiful water, Jin Jue shrugged his shoulders. The ancient trees are connected to the garden, and the moon knows the Mid-Autumn Festival. The fifth watch draws a corner to remind dawn, and the cold star enters the Han stream. Send a poem with Bai Taichuan, and Lu Lang has company.
Yuanmingyuan ci
In Yichun Garden, fireflies fly and Zhang Changle and Liu Shiwei are built. I haven't been to Henan since I left the palace, and then I live in the suburbs.
The old pond is green, flowing with swallows, washing horses and sorghum nomads. Beifan Town is the capital of Yuan Dynasty, and Xishan is self-reliant and prosperous.
The dust of Jiuqu rises in the darkness, and the stars of Jeffery Ji move to the side of Beidou. The ditch is filled with silt to drive brine, and there are springs all around the palace.
Ai Hong, look at the branches of Danling. Toby will start with Changchun Garden. The spring breeze shines in Nanyuan, and the neon wind covers the long seats.
The spirit of the earth will not hesitate to visit mountains and lakes, and the theme of heaven will create a more beautiful temple. Yuan Ming began to give Qianlong, and he returned to the palace as a suburban palace.
Eighteen doors follow the meander, and seven halls lean against Qiao Song. These 40 halls are all surrounded by water and the rocks are uneven.
Because Ganquan stayed in summer, Yang Chang bowed with him. Pure imperial industry should be a hundred flowers blossom, and there is no wave to swim in the rivers and seas.
Stay and enjoy the four gardens. The painter wrote about letting go of two realms. Who said that the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and that the sky is shrinking in your arms?
At that time, I only planned to make coffins, and never counted tips on the terrace. Diligence is not arrogant, which means that Yuan Di is disrespectful and frugal!
In autumn, when I hear Mulan, the devil smells dark. Mausoleum officials and people are in pain, and long whales are in danger.
At first, officials were worried about wealth and wanted to sell the palace to help their funeral. It's time to pay for what happened fifty years ago.
If you dare to commit a crime, you will see the literati. At this time, the first emperor saw danger and summoned three ministers as teachers.
The front seats in the publicity room are not served, and there are people who hate crying in the suburbs. Looking at the spring grass every year, there are flowers and birds everywhere.
Jade girl throws a pot of laughter, and the golden cup throws wine and even faints. The scenery in the four seasons loves the suburbs, and the dark winter enters, watching the beginning of spring.
Four spring breeze followed the chariot of Phoenix, and I gave it to Tong Yu for five nights. The interior is quite similar to Cui Jia's bun, and ironic suggestions often remove ears after ginger.
Jade road swallowed Kunming plug sadly, and copper rhinoceros guarded thorns. The fox crows at night in the green cave, and the fish crows under the embroidered bridge.
Who is the old supervisor of Fuyuanmen? He served in the imperial court. In the past, the mysterious words oppressed the nobility, but now he is lonely and happy with tourists.
Visitors are quiet when they visit you, and occasionally there are no ladies who return to Kim. The sage's door has residual bricks, the temple of light is destroyed, and the wall is destroyed.
Wenzong built a new qinghui Hall near the lake to accommodate Guang Xiao. The demon dreams of Shen Lin, and the Buddha domain is scattered in all directions.
The grass grows in the lake, and the wormwood rustles in front of the steps. Dead trees are stolen again, and the scales are temporarily surprised to meet the net.
Don't open the clouds and carve the moon, and the three saints will come. It is better to know that bamboo invades moss than to cry in the spring breeze.
Pinghu west went to Xuanting, and the silver hook on the wall fell down. Golden ladders chase lotus flowers, and green windows are full of flowers.
At that time, I moved the bell camel in a hurry and kept the palace gate straight. Reed blows short with the autumn moon, and bean porridge is hungry.
There is a young beard on the east gate and a prince on the left. The enemy soldiers didn't Ruo Yong Men, but the shepherd boy saw the fire on Mount Li.
I should pity an orphan minister in Pengdao and want to live in a higher position than the spiritual position. The prime minister avoided the soldiers and took the festival, and the disciples refused to die for the door.
Even today's rich sea is like the sea. Who believes in China and God? After a hundred years of extinction, the four seas are in sight, what a hurry.
The Forbidden City in Dancheng can still be returned. Do you smell the trees in Jiangyan's nest? It is good to waste your space and pour it on your foundation, but it is difficult to learn from difficulties unconsciously.
I have been punished and repaired, and I don't want to send Guan Jinwan. Jin Wan wasted Jiangnan Fu, and spent their honeymoon with African Union.
Always Rao Caijie's grand palace gate, what is the old West Lake Road? The west lake is thinner than the defect, and the light dance has been at home for some time.
Only the land of plenty can benefit the people and China. Ci-Ci officials explain the theory of Quan Fu, but it is difficult to move a car when it is lucky.
Like a disciple, one day you will pay tribute to the forest, and you will be complacent when you are not good!
2. Yuanmingyuan, there are fewer poems about the destruction of Yuanmingyuan.
robber
English and French
And some brothers.
Set fire to my land.
Take my treasure
There is nothing left.
Ruins and broken walls-a desolate scene
That knife fire
The game of robbers and cowards
The game of gun and sword
Light my spirit.
Take my soul.
Leaving only dust
I am crying
one day
I returned to my hometown.
The limbs became walls.
Blood vessels, muscles and bones
Into everything in the past
Land, treasure, soul
My head
This is a solid door.
My hair
Floating at the gate of the garden
3. Yuanmingyuan China's poem of destruction-Yuanmingyuan ancient porcelain
I'm in an antique shop in Paris.
I saw an ancient porcelain.
Through modern glass
A long sigh sounded gently.
The fire of the G8 has long since been extinguished.
The smoke in Humen has also dispersed.
Is the Tanggu cannon rusty?
And ancient porcelain in China.
When did you get here?
The busiest street in Paris
People call it China.
A man stabbed a bull with his sword.
This movement has not been out of tune for 5 thousand years
Through modern glass
I touched the heartbeat of a country.
China, Yuanmingyuan, your home.
The ruins are full of flowers.
The rich fragrance of Paris won't go in.
The Eiffel Tower is as silent as a shadow.
Bronze sword shines on porcelain wall?
China is priced for sale here?
That look of shame and anger
Like your abused sister.
I come from a country with the same name as you.
My fingers are covered with bronze?
I'm just like you now.
Standing on the fashionable streets of foreign countries
The jungles of Pierre Cardin?
My bare skin is as golden as scales.
Let me take you back to your memory.
Du Kang's drunken Parisian perfume.
Let's go back together.
Go back to your namesake.
China, Yuanmingyuan, your home.
The ruins are full of flowers.
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