Poems of "Li" and "Nan"

Separated poems meet with joy.

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, the phoenix tree is lonely, and the deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.

It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.

Sword and song

Over the past 40 years, my motherland has been covered with mountains and rivers for three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi. I've known him several times.

Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time. The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and there is still a farewell song in the teaching workshop. Tears for Gong E.

A bell ringing in the rain

Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Limbu

Endless desire

Wu, Yue. The green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other. Who knows the feeling of parting?

Your tears are full and mine are full. The ribbon knot is not finished. The tide at the head of the river has ebbed.

The journey of chaitoufeng

Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no!

Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo!

Su Shi

The Ci of Huayang's Two Poems of Shui Long Yin

Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. Dream with the wind Wan Li, looking for lang, also be warbler.

I don't hate this flower flying away, I hate Xiyuan. Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.

Prelude to water melody

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Poems about Nan:

1, hard work and perseverance, let the east, west, north and south wind. (Bamboo Stone in Zheng Banqiao)

2. Four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, how many towers in the misty rain. (Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring")

3. The adherents cried in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann, and another year passed. (Lu You's Feeling Cold at the Dawn of Autumn Night)

The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? (Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou")

5, Nanyang Zhuge Lu, Xiqiao Ziyun Pavilion. (Liu Yuxi's "Humble Room Ming")

6, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan. (Tao Yuanming's drinking)

7. See how Mount Zhongnan soars, with white tops over clouds. (Zu Yong, "Looking at the Xuefeng in Central South")

8. There is the Kingdom of Wu in the east and the State of Chu in the south. You can see that heaven and earth are floating endlessly. (Du Fu's "Climbing Yueyang Tower")

9. Clouds are still there after the Castle Peak, and four or five peaks in the southwest are painted. (Lang Shiyuan's "Looking South at Bailin Temple")

10, at night, the south of the Yangtze River looks at the north of the Yangtze River, and the west Western jackdaw is full of water. (Wei Yan's "Danyang sent Wei to join the army")

1 1, two fish are eating at sunrise, and the Nanchi family is laughing. (Li Ying's "South Pool")

12, Tianbei is on the south side of the road, and Tuogen is everywhere. (Don Yan Qian, "Spring Grass")

13, toxic humidity from the south river, you didn't give me a sign from your exile. (Du Fu's Dream of Li Bai)

14, you answered: "I'm dissatisfied" and rested at the foot of Nanshan ... (Wang Wei's farewell)

15, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtains-we saw the rising moon. (Thinking of Cui Yueguang, deputy head of Wang Changling's "In the South Study with My Brother")

16, turned to the valley to the west at dusk, where I looked at Nanxing on the other side of the mountain. (Not to mention Spring Boat on Lake Ruoya)

17, in the fourth month, the south wind blew the yellow barley plain, the jujube flowers had not withered, and the leaves of Laka had grown. (Li Wei, "Farewell, My Friend Chen")

18, bamboo on the southern mountain was used to make this kind of pipe, and its music was first introduced from Persia. (Li Wei's "Listening to An Wanshan Playing the Reed Flute")

19, there is a 100-mile-long ladder mountain range, right here, and it begins to turn southeast. (Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in Dreams")

20. I am sad for his loss in the far south. May the longevity star bless him! . (Reading Notes of Du Fu's "To the Imperial History and Han Shu")