Poetry about the East 1. Poetry about the East
Eastern
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Five drums in the east, cold fields in the Milky Way.
Whose car did Party Dang Ming take? Frost rolled on the road when driving cattle.
The north wind blows on the face and steps on the ice, and the breakfast in the south of the village is not clear.
Lose taxes to Luoyang every year, and be careful not to be punished by officials later.
Seibu nocturnal anonymous
The sun rises in the east,
Tuantuan chicken
More than 1000 people ride horses in the east,
Husband's up there. --Anonymous on the stranger Sang Han
The day when Li Bai came in and out
The sunrise in the east seems to come from the ground. After a long day, I entered the sea again, and the six dragons lived in peace.
Its beginning and end are endless, and people can't get along with it for long. Grass doesn't thank the spring breeze,
Wood doesn't complain about autumn. Whoever drives the four blessings with bone spurs, everything is natural. Xi and Xi
Also, like a stream gurgling in the dissolute waves. Luyang Hede, stationed at the scene.
There are many false accusations against the law and discipline. I will include a large piece. I am a nobleman and have the same theme.
Li Bai in Wuqi District
At sunset, the outline of Wu Palace and the beauty of the palace on Suzhou platform are hazy. Wu Ge's Chu dance is not over,
Qingshan wants to last for half a day. The pleasure of the king of Wu and his attendants gradually came to an end.
The east is getting higher and higher.
Dong Baijuyi
The pulse is complex, and there is no guest in the east building.
There are many dark clouds in the city, deep canyons and narrow fields.
The night light is still burning, and the early birds are blooming.
If you want to know the height of the mountain, you can't see Dongfang Bai.
Huaxin gradually spread to the east.
Year: Meta Author: Wang Zhe
Gradually eastward, gradually rushing and bright, beautiful and spiritual. Gradually move to the land in the south, the sun is shining. Summer is hot and sunny. Gradually, Jinhua in the west will gather and gradually condense in the north. Gradually enlightened, gradually see four o'clock, how can you be born? Gradually, I have a career. Especially the fairy family gradually, the scenery can be photographed. Gradually refine the spirit and become a real elixir, more and more tune. I gradually know how to enter the future, and it is getting more and more prosperous. Gradually doing nothing, gradually becoming a virtuous hunter.
2. Poetic poems with oriental feelings.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.
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Reunion in the depths of the winding aperture, tears even to people. Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.
Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. Recall what is the most fascinating thing. The first move is to draw a skirt.
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The silver bed is green and old, and the autumn color sweeps the powder. There is a lot of money in the incense shop. Why can't you hate it when you pick it up?
The cloister is full of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. Ten years' journey and ten years' heart.
Once again (walking in autumn)
Sorrow marks are everywhere, no one can save them, and dew is wet. The stroll is small and desolate. Xiaoxiang still has the old moonlight.
The fickle feeling turned into sadness and fatigue, and the music was heartbreaking. The red lettering on the wall is blurred, remembering that the hand in front of the lamp is an Iraqi book.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Then he went to the place where Qingyang was broken, and without saying a word, he walked all over the clear autumn road with a whip. Grass has no intention of falling into the sky, and the sound of geese is as far away as xiaoguan.
I don't hate the hardships of the end of the world, but I hate the west wind blowing my dreams to the present. How much is the journey tomorrow? It's cold and rainy on your clothes.
Pick mulberry seeds
Xia Tong hasn't flown over Joan for a long time. Who else? Who is there? Jade Qing went to bed tonight.
The incense pin was extinguished by the cold residual lamp, and the autumn was quiet. Quietly counting the autumn, but also the heart of missing to the last quarter.
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Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.
I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream?
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Leng Xiang dreamed of Hongqiao and the city. Peach blossoms on the moon, and spring rains break the yan house.
Who can beat drums and break their hearts after a long farewell? Dark loss of youth, a wisp of tea smoke through the blue yarn.
3. What are the poems about the East?
The sunrise in the east seems to come from the ground.
After a long day, I entered the sea again, and the six dragons lived in peace. "Going in and out in the daytime" (Li Bai) will go out of the East Gate, according to my threshold; Caress the rest of the horse, drive safely, and the night is bright and clear.
Nine Songs of the East (Qu Yuan) You came to see me from the East, and the rain in Baling is still on your clothes. Asked why, the guest said to cut down a tree and buy an axe.
How many romantic figures (Wei) are there in Meet My Friends in the Capital? After the thief became famous, Chen Wang got up and waved to Huang Yue. The song is not finished, Oriental White.
"He Xinlang Reading History" (Mao Zedong) Castle Peak wants to hold it for half a day. The pleasure of the king of Wu and his attendants gradually came to an end.
The east is getting higher and higher. "May 7th Canal" (Li Bai) rode eastbound for more than a thousand times, with her husband at the top.
What's the use of knowing your husband? A pony's white horse; Hair tied with ponytail, horsehead covered with gold; Deer sword, a deer in the waist, can be worth more than 10 million. "Sang" (Han Anonymous) If you want to know the East, Mo Daojun will go early.
People who travel all over the castle peak are not old, and the scenery here is unique. Qing Ping Le Hui Chang (Mao Zedong) If you want to know the mountain is high, you can't see the Oriental White.
"Dawn in the East Building" (Bai Juyi) sent people by car, but the east is still unknown. "An Examination of Early Sending Juren" (Bai Juyi) is slightly west and slightly east.
"Send Cui Shaojian" (Bai Juyi) Nanshan is green and heavy, and Dongfang is white and long. Streets are like running water, and city corners are like broken banks.
"He Wangxiao" (Bai Juyi) once rode a swift horse in the East, and now he is as tall as the horse's head. "New arrival and wandering Charlotte" (Bai Juyi) How many golden eagles are there in wild flowers?
Travel during the day to watch the sunset in the west and talk to Dongfang Ming at night. Autumn and Zhang Bin (Bai Juyi) is just a solitary sword, which will last for eight years.
People are happy when they talk, and travel around the East by car. "Pei Gong Nostalgia" (Bao Rong) The twilight in the east is vast and flat, and the dragon Teng Zhu burns the moon.
The sailors were surprised to see the underwater fire, and the treasure was scattered with Longxing. A floating heart makes a night of rape, and the moon dragon looks at it several times.
Bai Juyi (772 -846), a native of Xinzheng, Henan Province, was born in Taiyuan and his ancestral home was Mr. Zuiyin. He was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty.
Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen * * * advocated the new Yuefu movement, and together with Liu Yuxi, they called the world "Bai Yuan" and "Bai Liu". Bai Juyi's poems have a wide range of themes, diverse forms and simple and popular language, and are known as "the poet's magic" and "the king of poets".
Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan.
Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on. Reference ancient poetry network: /search.asp? TT= East &; RR = & amppage= 1
7. Poems about the Oriental Pearl
The Oriental Pearl Radio & TV Tower
A thoughtless nerve
No elegant faith can precipitate.
Do you know
The troubled times at dawn
The shouts of running are in chaos.
Epiphany?
platanus
Fuzhou lane
The sound of worshipping the church.
Wealth and peace
Poor coachman
Like water, Youlong generally crosses the Huangpu River.
Distant dream
Tell and listen
Looking back, can you be independent?
The rough waves set off an iron ship.
Three thousand years of chewing.
Can there be a sincere change?
Mr. Lanshan/Wen
Peace becomes the chain of nature.
Casting rust rings of good times
8. Ask for a poem about the East. The beginning is related to reality and illusion.
When the wind comes here, it sticks to the thoughts of passers-by. When the rain comes here, it sticks to a line and haunts us. When I was still in the far north, the imaginary Jiangnan was always full of deep poetry.
The imaginary Jiangnan is more beautiful and softer than the artistic conception of Tang and Song poetry. The wind in the south of the Yangtze River and the swaying bamboos in the clear night are transparent and thin Yue Hui, which softens all impetuousness and sweetness. Walking on the road, the whole body is shrouded in this sweetness, and people are very quiet and gentle.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is thin and dense, like someone's sparkling eyes, shining with pure light and constantly flashing in your brow. A person's heart that was originally stable can no longer be found, or it is more stable and more appropriate because of drunkenness. The first step is to knock on the green slate and listen to an echo. The poet is eager to meet the faint low voice of Lilac Girl.
The desire to be satisfied and the desire to be visited are both subtly preserved in introverted poems. Until thousands of miles away, the green flag, the green stone bridge and the pavilion boat are noisy, and the skirt song Qi Fei is full of fragrance.
This swaying and tender Jiangnan is cultivated by my endless imagination and painstaking efforts, and it is flourishing day by day. When I first set foot in Shanghai in that bronze summer, it was in full bloom. Ten years later, I like the glitz and indifference of this city, although I occasionally miss the blue land in my hometown, just like going in and out from the revolving door, occasionally.
I deeply miss Shanghai in the 1930s, the dazzling paradise, the sudden collapse, the hell of war, the grief and displacement of a nation: it was only a short and beautiful decade. So I miss you because I understand; I like it because I don't understand.
I once had a friend who studied art. She said that she was happiest in the black and white world, only black and white. She feels lovely and happy. Those ten years were black and white, broken and mixed, like a sculpture of time and a huge white marble.
Once drunk has been firmly forgotten, and firmly attached to the sculpture in the ruins, covered with vines, so that the sunrise and sunset can't be smelled, the smell of the moon can't be smelled, and we can't smell it. After waiting for several years, we will pay tribute, play carefully and lament. Countless biographies have placed bookshelves for the stars in this jade, which soothes the nostalgia of nostalgic people and attracts more people to play.
The more shiny this jade is, the more subtle, round and intriguing it is. Half for feelings, half for this fleeting decade, and coming to Shanghai for this jade is like chasing a dream in a dream.
You can't close your eyes all night. Why didn't you listen to the cry of the sea at close range when you were obviously moved? It never occurred to me that this green boat is your first time in Shanghai. It seems to give a stranger's dream a new color, full of life force and inspiration from the earth.
And it, quietly, whether you visit or leave with gratitude, is just quiet, like a Persian cat's green eyes, shining comfortably at the intersection of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai. That green is full of eyes; We walked inside and swam in the lake waves of its clear and warm eyes.
Hunters or fish in the city, after returning to nature, are all fish, leisurely and carefree. One grassland after another, the grassland in the south of the Yangtze River, and the underground fire are all huge and exquisite.
Just as the autumn season is coming to an end, the leaves of ancient ginkgo leaves or other trees are ripe, just like the great sadness in my heart. Riding the wind of the years, the slender and rich curves slide down and mix with the vertical green grass, layer after layer. Whose heart is more compassionate and peaceful.
I hope that the colorful beauty of this land, no matter you or me, is because it does not separate every color. The snow cage in the north is pressing the earth, and the character of northerners is filled with domineering spirit that makes heaven and earth the same color. The south is full of water, rivers, seas, rivers and lakes, which are flexible, tortuous and euphemistic.
It is said to be natural fresh water, commonly known as sweet water lake, covering the west side of the eastern land, which is eleven times as big as the West Lake. The lake is vast, and people standing here are looking at it, only to see the far sail floating thousands of miles, with some sugar and white, and their hearts are intellectual.
Take off your coat, and the wind on the lake blows on your face. It is said that there are all kinds of recreational activities on the lake, but unfortunately I didn't find them when I first came here.
In fact, the lake always feels like a closed and profound image, like Thoreau's deep and quiet Walden Lake, which can withstand wind and rain, contain impurities and attach beautiful ideas. Sometimes I think, the so-called choice, on the surface, is that one party chooses the other, but in fact, isn't it a mutual essential fit? Nietzsche and the deep blue sea, Van Gogh and the mature yellow tragic wheat field, who can tell who chose who? How warm your eyes are when you care for me all my life, and tell me not to give up when I fall. It looks like a thick nylon rope, turquoise, and a strong net. Children in all kinds of clothes are climbing, falling, climbing, climbing down and finally climbing out. This is the so-called brave road.
Childlike, I follow, climb. Up and down, between ups and downs, hands and feet dare not relax. At that time, it suddenly occurred to me that one month before the college entrance examination, my father's song had only one sentence: hero Han, there is no hurdle to pass.
Rough, hidden in the bottom of my heart, can scream like Shaanxi opera. People are out of this tight encirclement, sweating, comfortable, and their legs are a little sore.
Looking back at this net, I think the real net will never be so strong. They are slender, careless and even colorless and tasteless, and even people who surf the Internet simply turn a blind eye and feel nothing.
It is also a nylon rope, holding plum blossom piles, making them look like small swings, arranged in a row, on which people shake slightly, forcing them to keep balance. When I was a child, I ran in the fields. How can we get these artificial so-called challenges? Mountain, climb up, climb up and then come down; Wolf and dog, chase. The farther you chase, the farther you leave home, and the hungrier you get.
At that time, there was more than one book called Old Things in the south of the city. In front is the maze of wisdom, surrounded by bushes, with a schematic diagram at the entrance, like an earthworm crawling.
I want to see the earthworm first, the child in the back said, don't look, it won't die anyway, get in! These are children in the city; The strength of rural children will not be so exposed. They are like water, weak and humble, forbearing, and their strength is deeply hidden in their hearts.
In the maze, me and.
9. Poems about Dongzi
1. "Oriental" windy night with thousands of trees and stars. Xin Qiji, Jade Box, Yuan Xi
Sunrise on the "east" side, rain in the west, sunny but sunny on the road. "Zhi Zhu Ci" Liu Yuxi
3. Pick chrysanthemums under the east fence and see Nanshan leisurely. "Drinking" Tao Yuanming
4. The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages. Su Shi in Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia
5. Chunshu in Weibei, the "east" dusk of the river. Du Fu's Spring Memories of Li Bai
6. "East" is a goose, and the geese from the south go to Shatou. Wang Anshi's Introduction to the Millennium
7. When flowers bloom and fall, it always depends on the "East" gentleman. "operator" Yan Rui)
8. There is a small red building outside the east, and Nanpu Mountain looks sad.
9. I met her a long time ago, but it has been longer since we broke up, and the "East Wind" is powerless and a hundred flowers bloom. Untitled Li Shangyin
10. The whistling "east" wind and drizzle, and the faint thunder of the wheels exceeded the lotus pond. Untitled Li Shangyin