The poem "Visiting Canglang Pavilion" uses Ouyang Gong's concentrated rhyme
[Qing Dynasty] Zha Qichang
The governor of Huzhou visited a happy place, and lay people in Luling wrote poems.
Who is the master as the years go by, the wind and clouds scattered around the pavilion remain.
The path to the south of the city is slightly winding and connected by long forests and abundant grass.
The fragrant osmanthus trees are tall and graceful, and the wild bamboos are densely shaded and clear.
There are mountains, rivers and ponds far away, and there is no village or country to go around.
Looking back at the scale house separated by thousands of households, the fog is not fog, the smoke is not smoke.
I have been in Wu City for six hundred days.
When the clear scenery falls into the sky, it would be better to take a nap than to travel to the immortals.
Su Jun was dissatisfied that day, so he smiled and sighed in the wind and moon.
Why not build a hut in a human environment, and go to the desert fields if you bear Guo's disgrace.
Up to now, the northern river catfish can be caught, and the saliva is clear and rippled.
Zeng Wenchiguan later plundered, and the business started with Wu Yueqian.
Po left his grandson Jin Shen Gong to die, and his traces and body were wiped out, so he took pity on him.
The virtuous people in the mansion are revealed in a subtle way, and the good-hearted monks paint the blue sky.
The person who left the question continued with six sentences, and every word came out of Li Longyuan.
The foreigners in green shirts and green temples shift their beds to sleep.
Exceptionally talented people have lingering thoughts, and their famous names have escaped for another year.
The tassels and feet were used to suit the mood, and the name was expected to be passed down at that time.
Night Mooring at Fengqiao
[Tang Dynasty] Zhang Ji
The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is full of frost. Jiang Feng, fishing fire, sleeps in sorrow.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to reach the passenger ship.
Maple Bridge
[Tang Dynasty] Du Mu
The grass outside Cheung Chau Garden is rustling, but it is still a long time to visit the city.
The only thing we should not forget now is the mist at dusk and the rain crossing the maple bridge.
Visit Xiwuqiu Temple at night
[Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi
I will never get tired of Xiwuqiu Temple, and I will visit it at leisure.
The boat turns to the Cloud Island, and smoke comes out of the pavilion.
The passers-by are shadowed by green pine trees, and the door faces the white moon waves.
The fish jumps and holds the candle in fright, and the ape looks at it and makes a strange sound.
Double red swaying, pingting and ten emeralds.
Fragrant flowers help Luo Qi, and Zhong Fan avoids Sheng songs.
It will be a long time to lead the county, how many mountains will you visit?
Twelve times a year, neither too few nor too many.
Thousands of people sit down
[Tang Dynasty] Jia Island
Thousands of people sit on the top of the hill, looking down at the hundreds of feet of pine trees.
The sword is hidden in the green pond, and the dragon is hidden in the cold stream.
Visiting Xu's East Garden in Jihai Autumn
[Ming Dynasty] Ginger Picking
Xu's garden is here, and I am looking for someone to lean on the dragon.
Sanwu Golden Valley, Eternal Ruiyun Peak.
The wild geese are surrounded by wild geese, and the hibernating dragons are hiding in heavy ponds.
The flowers in the West Garden are better, and the fragrance is more popular in Nanzong.
I remember my brother looking at the clouds and the sun, which was floating all over the ground with sadness.
The beacon smoke obscures the ancient garrison, and the flowers and plants turn to the imperial state.
It’s early summer as a guest, and it’s late autumn with my family.
When I climb up to the Zhongxuan Tower, I feel haggard.
The ground is connected to the Cangshan Mountain, and the new year brings about new growth.
Ascend the eye of prosperity and waste, and leave the body of chaos and death.
There is a solitary duck in the autumn water, but there are no nine people in the cold pond.
Disciples crossing the river, spring comes to all the lakes.
Fourteen poems about the scene of the lion forest
[Yuan Dynasty] Wei Ze
Ten thousand poles of green jade surround the Zen room, and the corners of the heads are thick with bamboo shoots;
< p>Sit up and carry a vine seven feet away, walking through the forest like a patrol hall.The light on the plain wall dazzles the eyes, and the wind and trees behind the curtain make the weather clear again;
The tree root frogs drum and drum in the residual rain, and the music of the southern mountains and rivers is in a trance.
Xiangjun came to seize the Shaolin sect, and the gate was blocked by officials;
In the depths of the wind pavilion and bamboo, the stone forest sat separately and circled the flying rainbow.
The black magpies are fighting for their nests like angry soldiers, roaring angrily and fighting to the death;
Pityfully, they have broken the cypress tree, and the ground has fallen flowers and there is no way to go.
The Taoist irrigated the fields with water, and the begging boat returned with surplus millet;
After having a full meal, he meditated and had nothing to do, and went around the pond to share the food and fish.
The mother crane in the west neighbor chirps endlessly, and I know the meaning of the crane.
If you raise a crane and ride on it, Yangzhou may not be better than Suzhou.
The frogs are chanting lotus flowers late at night, and the cypress shadows are slanting on the west wall of the moon;
The sound of the windlass suddenly stirs after the prayer is over, and the spring is drawn to test the tea before the rain.
The Zen Gate under the forest is open every day, and people are allowed to see Wolong Mei;
The mountain boy is not tired of the noise in the door, because he doesn't like people who are idle and doesn't come.
The oblique plum blossoms are pressing against the stone railings, and the flowers seem to be looking at the shadows with their heads lowered;
In the daytime, the clouds are cloudy and the sky is about to snow, and half of the pond is filled with stars.
The snow is three feet deep and the redbuds are closed, and I have no intention of beating the kudzu vines at the end of the year;
No one can be seen in front of Lixue Hall, and the beautiful cloud peaks look like white-headed monks.
Referring to the six or seven monks in the Baixuan who sat there and forgot about the strange fragrance;
When I opened the window, the sun was as warm as fire, and the grape blossoms on the eaves were in full bloom.
The sleep demon in the sleeping cloud room wakes up from the cold, and the sound of leaking sounds prompts the fifth watch;
A dream is like a lifetime, and the sunrise in the east is the next life.
Birds are singing, flowers are falling to the west and east of the house, cypress smoke is burning, and green taro is red;
Humanity means that I live in a city, but I suspect that I am in the mountains.
The sun sets over half the eaves and basks in the cold clothes, a bowl of fragrant soup with wild fern fertilizer;
Two or three spring rains and spring smoke, the pine trees planted on the plains in the west of the water return.
Tianping Mountain
[Song Dynasty] Fan Shidao
There may be wonders and wonders among all things in heaven and earth.
I don’t know how many people can be rewarded, now or in the past.
There are many beautiful mountains in Wumen, and the balance is extremely steep.
The clouds are always white at dusk, and there are precious stones both inside and outside.
The mist is bright for ten miles, and the pine and cinnamon are the colors of the four seasons.
My troubles are released because of my long journey.
I am a gentleman who appreciates the past and cherishes the past. Suddenly, I take a long breath.
When you enjoy the clouds and springs in Lotte, why are the poems so vivid?
After hundreds of years, the successors remain indifferent.
I met Xiwen by chance and guarded my hometown with two banners.
Three surrenders to the original in the spring, chant oh and make the best of everything.
Zi is beautiful in nature and talent, looking for secluded places to explore.
Compose a poem of fifty words, and throw gold from flat ground.
The three sages are inherently famous, and their mountain resources are also illustrious.
It’s been a few years since I left here, and I haven’t seen any good guests.
The Jiang family stayed in Suzhou and returned to the garden, inscribing it as a gift to the owner
[Qing Dynasty] Yuan Mei
The white door has a new bamboo skin crown, because he loves plum blossoms and does not want to be an official.
I arrived at the famous garden late today, and I lit up the lanterns with thousands of fragrant snows to watch.
I placed it next to the bamboo bed, just under the bright flowers and dark sky.
At dawn, the owner cannot be found, and he has already stood in the cold smoke with the gulls and birds.
The spring rain is dripping all over the stairs, and the spring night dreams are short and the eyes are opened frequently.
The silver lanterns are red and the bamboo windows are ringing, and the moonlight is bright and the cranes are coming in the middle of the night.
There are more than ten thousand volumes of naked belts lying across the street, and the concubine and the little dog are holding each other down.
Life is only for living in your family, and you can borrow both green mountains and books.
The green sills and red railings are bent into shape, and the begonias contain rain near the Qingming Festival.
Half of the pond is covered with snow and slightly green water. I sit and watch the spring grass growing in the pond.
The setting sun is setting for the solitary guest in the pavilion, and the golden mud of the pagoda is shooting down the clouds.
Whenever the fine smoke comes to the water, the late bird sings out of the flowers on the partition wall.
The color of green mountains is the master of kindness, and separation can teach the soul.
The world of water, bamboo and flowers,
I have enjoyed a few dusk.
Miscellaneous Odes of the Art Garden (seven poems)
[Qing Dynasty] Wang Shi?
He Chai
Two gentlemen with long bodies, Wan Reflecting alone.
Three stacks of plain Qin pieces, the sound of distant mountains is quiet.
When the moon is bright, the wind and springs are clear and clear.
Red Goose Pavilion
The caged geese in the pavilion are sparse, and their plain feathers are facing the autumn water.
The water is reflected in the water, and the fragrant flowers are scattered along the stream.
The person begging to write about fennel flowers is in the painting.
Ruyu Pavilion
A secluded person knows the joy of fish, which is the only way to know the fish juice again.
Cece and Tangtang are like rivers and lakes.
The time comes like falling flowers, and passes towards the clear sky.
Chaoshuang Terrace
The Chong Terrace faces Wu Mountain, and the mountain scenery is happy and sound.
The coolness of the morning and the rain of the evening are not the same.
When I want to see Zhuhu, my mind is on flying birds.
The Xiangyue Corridor
Repairing the corridor is not just a song, it is graceful and graceful.
Sweeping the floor, sitting and burning incense, my mind is filled with tranquility. The smoke and wind whistled, and no one could see the bright moon.
Cuiyun Peak
It has an area of ??60,000 armor and seventy-two extraordinary peaks.
Cut a piece of cloud, and the tiger’s teeth will become red and sharp.
The rain is coming from the mountains, and the clouds are flowing close at hand.
Liu Songxuan
The bearded man is as old as a ripe sheep.
If you don’t chase the beauty of peach blossoms, why not be overwhelmed by frost and snow.
I love this plain scale armor.