Ancient poems about people and scenery

Ancient landscape poems:

1, Spring Thoughts by Tang Libai

The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green. Finally, you want to go home,

Now when my heart is about to break. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?

2, "Spring Hope" Tang Du Fu

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

3, "Zuogong Night Tour" Tang Du Fu

The low wall on the left side of the temple blocks the flowers. It is twilight, nightingale and a group of birds are singing. In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight.

I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind murmured, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott. I have a petition to submit in the morning, and I have been asking what time it is all night.

4, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The night is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

5, "Acacia" Tang

Red bean shrubs grow in the south. In spring, they sprout many branches. People who miss them hope to collect more. Mix red bean has attracted people's attention.

6, "Chunxiao" Tang Meng Haoran

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

7, "Spring Thoughts" Tang Huangfu Ran

Ying Ge predicted the New Year, and Ma Yilongdui was a thousand miles away. I live next to the Han Palace Garden in Jingshi, and my heart flies to the lake with the bright moon.

Brocade palindromes tell the long hatred of missing, and flowers bloom upstairs to make fun of my being single. Excuse me, when will your coach, General Liu, draw back the stone tablet?

8. "Fu De Gu Cao Yuan Farewell" Tang Bai Juyi

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. Ah, my friend's prince, it's sad that you left again.

9. "Poetry of Spring" Yuxi, Liu Tang

It's a good day to make up the new Red Mansion and have a deep garden. Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta.

10, "Liu Yong" Tanghe Zhangzhi

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

1 1, the night view of binjiang song sushi.

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

12, "Boating Guazhou" Anshi, Wang Song

Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The spring breeze came to Jiang Nanan again. When will the bright moon shine on me?

13, "Presenting Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring" by Tang Hanyu

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Write people's ancient poems

Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains the same.

Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?

Zhu Qingyu's "On the Eve of Jinshi" to Secretary Zhang

The red candle stopped at the bridal chamber last night.

Pay tribute to your aunt in front of the Dawn Hall.

Ask her husband in a low voice after makeup.

Is thrush deep and fashionable?

Dongpo yin

There are no natural barriers in the world,

Dajiangdong will go or not.

Poetry thrives in the north of the Yangtze River,

Picturesque Jiangnan.

The atmosphere is big,

Benevolence and kindness.

In dreams, two people often meet,

It's only a few hundred years since I woke up.