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Beautiful Ancient Poems in Chinese Style
Aesthetic Ancient Poems in Chinese Style< /p>
Looking for some beautiful Chinese style poems, with artistic conception and aesthetics as the main theme
Yulinling Liuyong (Song Dynasty) The chilling cicada is sad.
It's late at Changting, and the showers have begun to subside.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the place of nostalgia and the orchid boat urge the hair.
Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads across the sky.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times.
More embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival.
Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze.
After so many years, it should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them about them?
"Maipotang·Yanqiu Ci" (Jin·Yuan Haowen) asks, what is love in the world? It only teaches about life and death? Traveling from all over the world, Lao Wing has experienced the cold and heat several times.
Happiness is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children.
You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, who is the shadow going to? On Hengfen Road, the flutes and drums were played in loneliness, and the desolate smoke was still plain and clear.
How come the ghosts of the mountains are watching the wind and rain?
The sky is also jealous and does not believe in it. Orioles and swallows are all in loess.
For thousands of years, in order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.
Qin Guan's "Man Ting Fang" The mountains are covered with faint clouds, the sky is sticky with decaying grass, and the sound of drawing horns cuts off the Qiaomen.
Suspend the expedition and talk about *** to lead Li Zun.
How many old events in Penglai can be looked back in vain, filled with mist.
Outside the setting sun, jackdaws are counting, and running water surrounds the isolated village.
Ecstasy.
At this moment, the sachet is secretly dissolved, and the belt is lightly divided.
He won the brothel but survived in name only.
When will we see you again? There are cries in the sky above the sleeves.
At the injured place, Gaocheng looked out, and the lights were already dusk.