Gu's jingwei
Everything is unfair, so why bother? An inch long, holding the wood forever. I am willing to calm the East China Sea, but I will not change my mind. There is no peace in the sea, and the heart is endless. Oh! Can't you see that there are many birds in the western hills, and magpies come to nest in Yan.
A political prisoner listens to cicadas.
Cicada sang in the western land and ordered me to make up my mind in my cell. However, it needs those songs with black wings to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? .
Plum blossom Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
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The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight. You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting.
Mo mei Wang Mian
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Zhu Shi Zheng Banqiao
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is east, west, north and south.
Lime lingering money
Thousands of hammers hit the mountain, and the fire burned us, not afraid of death. You should leave your innocence in the world.
"Painting Chrysanthemum" Zheng Sixiao
Flowers bloom without falling, and the interest of independent hedging is not bad.
It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.
Chrysanthemum Huang Chao
Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
Chrysanthemum yellow super
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
Qinyuanchun wormwood
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.
Behold! Within and without the Great Wall, the boundless land is clad in white. And up and down the Yellow River, all the endless waves are lost to sight.
The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height.
It must be a sunny day, and it is particularly enchanting to see plain clothes wrapped in a red dress.
This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.
Unfortunately, Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, literary talent is slightly inferior; Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu, slightly less civil servants.
Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.
The past is the past, count the romantic figures and look at the present!
Use a scene to express your feelings.
A bell ringing in the rain
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and staring at tears, there is no rain to choke.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival!
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Untitled Li shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
Tang, Preface to the Autumn Knee King Pavilion.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
Tang Li Bai's Farewell to Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou & gt
Lyrics by the moon
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -look up at the bright moon in the sky and bow your head to miss your hometown.
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. -When there is a beautiful moon, ask the sky with a glass in your hand.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? The south bank of the spring breeze river is green, when will you return to your hometown under the bright moon?
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. In spring, the river tide is connected with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises and falls with the tide.
Night parking on Jiande River.
Author: Meng Haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
This is a poem about twilight in Qiu Jiang. Write about staying overnight first, and then add sunset sorrow; Then I wrote that the universe is vast and quiet, and the bright moon is closer to people. A hidden, a present, virtual and real alternate, two sets off, complement each other, forming a special.
Although there is no word "sorrow" in artistic conception poems, the Qingjiang River is vast and the "autumn colors" are distinct. The whole poem is light and elegant, containing but not revealing; Natural outflow, natural charm, quite distinctive.
Night berth near Fengqiao (Zhangji)
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.
A night-mooring near maple bridge is a lyric poem written by the poet Zhang Ji when the country was in war, falling behind, suffering, hesitation, sadness and helplessness.
Looking at Dongting Lake from afar —— addressed to Premier Zhang
meng haoran
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Wang yue
Du Fu
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.