Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream, autumn night in the mountains.
Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon, brought me my shadow, and let the three of us drink the moon poem alone, the first part.
I didn't know the moon when I was a child, so it was called Lang Yuexing by Bai.
The voice is too low for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue, "Bamboo House".
When the moon comes out, the birds start up, and the sound of "bird watching creek" in spring is endless.
There is no dust in the sky, but there is a lonely moon in the sky.
White clouds are thousands of miles away in Wan Li, and the moon flows before and after.
The bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds in Guan Shanyue.
The moonlight is intoxicating, and the mountain flowers are brilliant.
I want to see more elegant, ordinary and quiet poems, the more the better. Chai Lu of Wang Wei: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I hear a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei: The Red Calyx of Hibiscus in the Mountain.
There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall. Autumn in a Mountain Residence by Wang Wei: An empty mountain stands on an autumn night after the rain.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. Wang Wei's Birding Creek: When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.
Wang Jian's Tian Guxing: Men are happy, women are happy, but people don't complain. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper.
There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes.
In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate! Zhang Ji's Wild Old Songs: The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of Shan Ye.
Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.
The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat. Nie Zhongyi's Wounded Family: selling new silk in February and harvesting new grain in May.
Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle.
Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room. Wei's "Housekeeper": A light rain blooms new flowers, and thunder rises.
Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.
When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.
There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
Du Xunhe's Widow in the Mountain: My husband clung to Mao Peng because of the soldier, and all my linen clothes were burned. Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings.
When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.
Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! . Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring: In the house, spring pigeons are singing and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees.
Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far. Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village: Prepare chicken rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Du Fu's "The Year of Yan Xing": There are many clouds in the north wind, and in the snow in Xiaoxiang Dongting.
The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers.
High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain.
It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used.
Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks. When will the sadness of this song end?
Wen Tingyun's "Burning Songs": Get up and look at Nanshan, and the mountain will burn the mountain. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected.
The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red.
Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian.
Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet.
The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest.
Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine.
Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps.
Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.
Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Notes on Four Seasons (I): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are sparse. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (II): Children in the village go out during the day and take care of their own affairs. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
3. What poems are there that describe aesthetic, plain and peaceful artistic conception? Five Dynasties of Young Americans: When is the autumn moon in Chris Lee? How much do you know about the past?
The small building was easterly again last night, so the old country could not bear to look back. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. Second, "Jade Case Yuan Xi" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji put flowers and trees in the east wind night.
It blows down and the stars are like rain. Bao Dao horse carves cars and smells all over the road.
Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moth, snow, willow, golden thread.
The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd.
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. Third, "Xijiang Moonlight Walk on Huangsha Road" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze sings at midnight.
Back to the rice fragrance, say harvest, listen to frogs. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. Four "Wuling Spring Festival Evening" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao lived in the fragrant flowers and combed her hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry. Five "Huanxisha" Song Dynasty: Yan Shu wrote new songs and drank a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old.
When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
4. What poems show a quiet and tranquil state of mind? Tao Yuanming's drinking under the east fence of chrysanthemum picking.
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Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
Fall into the dust net by mistake, thirteen years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.
After staying in a cage for a long time, I returned to nature.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
-"An autumn night in the mountains"