Poems with the word "sand"
The sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world, the waves are rolling and the wind is blowing from the end of the world. The ancient poems with sand in the title are as follows. In addition, the title of the poem is " Tian Jing Sha", we went to the home of Morning Glory and Weaver Girl.
Send Li Shaofu to be demoted to the gorge. The author of Wang Shaofu to be demoted to Changsha is a small bridge with flowing water. The old road is westerly and the horse is thin: Gao Shi said, "What do you mean by farewell?" He stood on the horse holding a cup and asked where he was relegated.
The ape cries in Wuxia and sheds a few lines of tears, and the geese return to Hengyang and writes a few letters.
Autumn sails are far away on the Qingfeng River, and ancient trees are sparse beside Baidi City.
It’s rainy and dew-ridden today, so don’t hesitate to break up for the time being.
Send a message to Du Fu under the Sand Dune City. Author: Li Bai What happened to me when I came to lie high in the Sand Dune City.
There are ancient trees beside the city, and the sound of autumn continues day and night.
You can’t get drunk with Lu wine, and you can sing songs together to regain your love.
Thinking of you as if you were on the water, sending you a mighty expedition to the south.
Tian Jing Sha · Autumn Thoughts Author: Liu Yuxi The Yellow River has nine bends and thousands of miles of sand.
Huanxisha · A new song, a glass of wine, author, "Huanxisha" has many waves on the sand, author: Ma Zhiyuan, withered vines, old trees and dim crows.
Now go straight up to the Milky Way...
"Miscellaneous Songs·Langtaosha" A wave of sand comes and goes, a wave of destruction and a rebirth.
The mountains and seas will be peaceful for a while, stirring and scouring each other without a day off.
The vast white waves are connected to the sea, and the flat sand is boundless in all directions.
I couldn’t find anything to buy in the morning, so I turned the East China Sea into a mulberry field.
Thousands of miles in Qingcao Lake, one person can walk in the yellow plum rain.
I am worried about seeing the sound of the wind and dark waves hitting the boat at the night mooring on the beach.
I would like to ask how rivers, lakes and sea water are like the love of a king and the heart of a concubine.
Hatefulness is not as good as tide and faith. When you miss each other, you will realize that the sea is not deep.
The flying dust on the bottom of the sea will have its day, but the fossils on the mountain will not last forever.
Who said that when a young man abandons his young wife, there will be no return date as soon as the boat is gone.
Following the waves to the end of the world, there are still a few immigrant students.