First, Yang Wanli's Little Pool.
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. This poem depicts a small pond in early summer with elegant artistic conception, which reflects the realistic literary trend advocated by Yang Wanli.
Second, Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Jiang Feng, fishing fire, bells and elegant nights in this poem complement each other, showing the romance and tranquility of early summer nights and emphasizing the harmony between man and nature.
Third, Wang Zhihuan's "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn"
Cold mountains are not ice, and depressions are even more difficult. The tide stays still, the galaxy turns, and time passes. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Deep-rooted acacia injury, the most is Taicheng willow color sparse. This poem, with the "Furong Building" as the background, depicts the beautiful scenery of lotus flowers in early summer, which is as gentle as jade, and expresses Wang Zhihuan's yearning for Guizhou's new-gradual development and unforgettable sad words.
Fourthly, Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain.
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. This famous poem shows Du Fu's strong will to live and deep feelings for the motherland.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) Li Bai climbed Tianmu Mountain in his dream.
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible. However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths. On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast. My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight. The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves. I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended. Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains. Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace. Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows. I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow.