Ancient style and modern poetry have always been loved by everyone, and the light and elegant feeling always makes people feel the same. Below are the beautiful ancient and modern poems I have prepared for you. I hope it will be helpful to you!
Chapter 1: Tianyan
Welcome to the afterglow and take a rest for the first time,
Wake up from a dream after hearing the shower.
When the wind blows, it brings chills.
The sound and light make me angry and dry.
It is desolate,
The vegetation is fading and falling.
It is so lonely,
The fish and shrimps are playing in the autumn water.
The cymbidium orchid in my heart has fallen away.
I am traveling here,
I am carefree in a foreign land and have no friends.
Like floating clouds covering the bright moon,
Only the breath lasts long.
I would like to look forward to the beautiful woman in Bai Xixi,
The sun in the stream is full of joy.
When doubts and chaos arise, who will preach?
If people’s livelihood is difficult, how can we do anything good?
Who can be the best in the pursuit of doubt?
How can we know if we have doubts about authenticity?
Said: The road is long and the road is far away, so I will search up and down.
In the past, the grass was fragrant, and Xiao Ai was Xiao Ai because of it.
Qiong Pei Yan Jianxi, covering it up.
I have followed the customs of the times and have not cultivated myself well.
How can I remain unchanged if I do so?
Carrying a three-foot sword comes to achieve unparalleled achievements.
On the battlefield, I wonder who will become famous.
Farewell my concubine, it is unfavorable to say nothing.
The crucian carp crossing the river is returning to the fortune of doing nothing.
Taibai looks at the moon, drinking wine among the flowers.
The red apricots are mistakenly provoked and the garden is full of spring beauty.
All the money is gone, looking for beauties and throwing away wealth.
The anger rushes to the crown, adding to the mood.
What a tragedy,
The wind has stopped and the rain has come, but the remaining heat has not been exhausted.
Fortunately,
When the rabbit goes away, the black fly flies, and I can see Chang Geng.
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If the east wind does not come, the catkins of March will not fly
Your heart is like a small lonely city
Just like the bluestone street facing the evening
The tillers are 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
p>I am not a returnee, but a passerby...
Chapter 3: Nirvana
Who opened the door of Buddhism and disturbed all this destruction?
He sipped the cup lightly, but it was hard to hide his sad eyes.
I have half-blonde hair and left it under the Bodhi tree,
But you asked me to pick up my bag and travel around the world.
I can’t recite the elegance of the guqin, nor can I draw the graceful cheeks.
I have given up the female tunes of the ink pen, leaving only the Tai Chi technique.
Tear off the tenderness of the peach fan and bury it under the peony pavilion;
Tear open the flowers in the lace and scatter the dead care in Zenli Temple.
Carrying a blood-sacrifice sword alone, swipe across,
The cold crescent moon in your world.