On the river, the geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain. Du Mu's Nine-Day Ascension is full of clouds and wild trees, and wild geese gather cold sand. Vincent's Nine Days
The 66-year-old geese lined up, waiting for the news of the golden rooster. Shi Naian's Niannujiao Tiannanbei
Invite people to Japan for hospitality, and attach books when returning to geese. Wang Wei's Yizhou Song
Float geese sink fish, and finally there is no evidence. Yan's "butterfly lovers Dream into the Smoke Waterway in the South of the Yangtze River"
Xiaoxiang, why wait for leisure? Water clears the moss on both sides. Qian Qi's Return to the Wild Goose
How many lines go home? Where are you going alone? . Cui rabbit's lonely goose
The hunter begged for the injured goose at the bottom of the arrow, and the fisherman begged for live fish at the end of the pole. Wang Jian's "Send the Old Mountain Monk"
White geese fly like autumn snow, with clear dew and cool nights. Wuqinghe Yinqiuju
The geese disappear in the sea of clouds, who will pity the geese in the sky? Looking at the horizon, I seem to see the figure of my companion; The voice in the valley seems to hear the voice of the companion. Du Fu's Lonely Goose
Look at the river, look at the geese, and travel to and from the south in autumn. Yu Xin's Farewell to Zhou Shangshu
The geese fly away from the bamboo lodge, and the moon is empty on the twelfth floor. Wen's "Medicinal Color"
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. Wang Wei's Frontier Ambassador
Last night in Wu Tong, the west wind was sharp, and the moon was hazy and bright, while in MUBI. Where are the tall buildings screaming? Yan Shu's "Mulberry picking time only makes people old"
The dark people in the city all went home to rest, and the Moon Bay also lived there. Wei zai's sunset
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south. Liu Che's Autumn Poems
Wuxia, the ape is sad and tears, Hengyang Guiyan brings me the book. Gao Shi ordered Li and Wang, the deputy governors, to be demoted and transferred to Central Summer and Changsha.
The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. Bai Juyi's South Lake in Early Spring
In the middle of Fujian, it is probably rare to see the array of distant travel; Late at night, the sad ape was heard. Gao Shi's Send Zheng Shi to Fujian
After the rain is over, the wine wakes the lonely pillow geese. Late Autumn in Qi 'an County by Du Mu
The high hall is full of lights, and the geese return at night. Gao Shi's Night of Farewell to Weiss
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman Proud of Qiu Si
Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare. Li Yu's Xi Qian Ying Xiao Yue Falling
My heart went south, but my body came back from north to south in autumn. President Jiang returned to Yangzhou from Chang 'an on September 9th.
Looking up, I suddenly saw Hengyang goose. Chen Da Sou Bodhisattva looked up and suddenly saw Hengyang Goose.
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. Gao Shi's Two Poems of Biedongda University
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Li Qingzhao's "A piece of plum, a fragrant lotus root, a remnant of jade in autumn"
Leaves fall to the south and the north wind is bleak. Meng Haoran's "Early Cold and Jiang Huai"
So as to pass the audio book to the geese. Li Qingzhao's "Dead Hua Lian is full of tears and powder"
Red rocks are in the clouds and fish are in the water. Yan Shu's Qing Ping Le Hong Xiao Jianzi
A little wind scatters the letter, and two lines of geese take Du Lingqiu. Lu you climbed the North Tower in autumn night.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. Xue Daoheng's "Every Day Someone Homesick"
Human feelings are tired and bitter in the south, and Hongyan is from the north. Wang Bo Shuzhong 9 th
The Tatar geese come from the Moon River, which is thinner along the Huaihe River and wider along the South Mountain. Liu Changqing's "Returning to Xue Liu from Gui Jiang"
Wild geese ascend to heaven, and several lines of books are like old treasures. Wu Wenying's "Qi Tianle and Feng Shenju Climbing Yuling"
Lonely goose
Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao Style: Ci
When the world writes a beautiful poem, it is vulgar. If you try to write an article, you'll know that the preface doesn't match the latter.
The paper tent on the rattan bed fell asleep,
I can't say it without thinking.
Shen cigarettes break the cold of jade furnace,
My feelings are like water.
The three lanes in the flute,
May was heartbroken,
How many Chun Qing?
The wind and rain are sparse,
Make people cry.
Oral sex to the emerald building,
Heartbroken for who?
One branch is folded,
On the earth and in the sky,
Nobody can deliver it.
Guiyan
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Five Musts
Guests from Wan Li in the East will come back for a few years. The heartbroken geese in Jiangcheng fly to the sky and the north.
Autumn geese (poems by Yu Shinan)
Year: Tang Author: Chu Liang
At dusk, the frost and wind are urgent, and the feather purlin turns difficult. To spread the book, I jumped into the forest.
Goose goose
Year: Pre-Qin Author: Book of Songs
Hongyan flies in the air, swishing its wings.
The man left home for a long trip.
The poor are poor, widows and widowers are sad.
The swan goose flies in the air and gathers in the middle of the swamp.
The man built a wall with hard work and erected hundreds of walls.
Although it's hard, it's safe to study.
The wild geese are flying in the air, moaning and moaning.
But anyone who knows, knows that I am diligent in singing.
Only those Nits said I complained in my spare time.
Yan Wen
Year: Tang Author: Du Mu School: Five Methods
Take first frost south to the wild goose and spend the night in Sha Ting.
Scared where? Fly high and reach the sea.
The sound of entering the clouds is gradually drifting away, and it is still on credit from Yue Road.
My dream is broken, and I want to go home.
Poems about geese
Zaoyan
Year: Tang Author: Du Mu Category: Qilv Category: Animals
In August, Uighur soldiers drew bows and arrows, geese flew in the wild and began to howl.
On the moonlit night, the wild geese swept over the dew, and the mournful sound reached the dark palace of the palace.
You know, Hu Qi rides continuously, so why not chase the spring breeze one by one?
Please don't abandon a few people in Xiaoxiang. The moss in the water can avoid hunger and cold.
Guiyan
Year: Tang Author: Qian Qi Style: Four Musts
Xiaoxiang, why wait for leisure? Water clears the moss on both sides.
Playing jathyapple for 25 strings, but there are many complaints.
Lonely goose
Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao Style: Ci
The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, so I can't say it without thinking.
The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, and my feelings are like water.
The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full.
A small wind dispelled the rain and shed thousands of tears.
Bagpipers go to Yulou, heartbroken people lean on it.
A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.
Lonely goose
Year: Tang Author: Cui Tu Style: Five Methods
Qi Fei's companions have all returned to the frontier, and only you, the wild goose, do not know where to fly alone.
In the rain, you cry for your lost partner, you want to live, but you are hesitant and afraid that you can't get down the Han and Tang Dynasties.
Deep and dark Zhu Yun, along the wall towards the cold moon.
Although you may not be subject to the plot and ruin the funeral of your life, it is just the loss of the group flying, after all, the fear of panic.
Lonely goose
Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao Style: Ci
When the world writes a beautiful poem, it is vulgar. If you try to write an article, you'll know that the preface doesn't match the latter.
The paper tent on the rattan bed fell asleep,
I can't say it without thinking.
Shen cigarettes break the cold of jade furnace,
My feelings are like water.
The three lanes in the flute,
May was heartbroken,
How many Chun Qing?
The wind and rain are sparse,
Make people cry.
Oral sex to the emerald building,
Heartbroken for who?
One branch is folded,
On the earth and in the sky,
Nobody can deliver it.
Guiyan
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Five Musts
Guests from Wan Li in the East will come back for a few years. The heartbroken geese in Jiangcheng fly to the sky and the north.
Autumn geese (poems by Yu Shinan)
Year: Tang Author: Chu Liang
At dusk, the frost and wind are urgent, and the feather purlin turns difficult. To spread the book, I jumped into the forest.
Goose goose
Year: Pre-Qin Author: Book of Songs
Hongyan flies in the air, swishing its wings.
The man left home for a long trip.
The poor are poor, widows and widowers are sad.
The swan goose flies in the air and gathers in the middle of the swamp.
The man built a wall with hard work and erected hundreds of walls.
Although it's hard, it's safe to study.
The wild geese are flying in the air, moaning and moaning.
But anyone who knows, knows that I am diligent in singing.
Only those Nits said I complained in my spare time.
Yan Wen
Year: Tang Author: Du Mu School: Five Methods
Take first frost south to the wild goose and spend the night in Sha Ting.
Scared where? Fly high and reach the sea.
The sound of entering the clouds is gradually drifting away, and it is still on credit from Yue Road.
My dream is broken, and I want to go home.
wild goose
Year: Tang Author: Du Mu School: Seven Laws
Wan Li bid farewell to his hometown, while snow and rain stayed in Xiaoxiang.
A few lonely pillows are weeping, and several tall buildings are heartbroken.
I live in seclusion, and I move on when the breeze comes.
Hard to come to Heng Yue every year, wings destroyed the frost.
Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural.
The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
-Li Shangyin (Frost Moon)
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
-Li Qingzhao (a prune)
It is also difficult to dream in a cold bed on an autumn night, and the sky blue is like water and clouds like sand at night.
The geese fly away from the bamboo lodge, and the moon is empty on the twelfth floor.
—— Wen Tingjun (Yao Shefen)
It breaks my heart to see geese flying south, and the distant mountains are in the title of a good month.
—— Li Bai (with Xia Twelve Deng Yueyang Tower)
It is difficult to send books to geese, and it is also difficult to dream.
May the lonely moon shine on Fu Bo camp.
-Shen Rujun (always in my heart)
Who will send your message through the clouds?
The word goose returns, and the west building will be full tomorrow.
-Li Qingzhao (a prune)
Complete works of ancient praise teachers' poems
1, "Six Yixians in Tianjingsha" embraces the Wan Li world and looks forward to the infinite future.
The world was shocked by this prodigy who returned to Yaotai.
2. Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems
Qing palace zizhen
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness.
I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
3. Hsinchu
thank
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.
Step 4 reward the questioner
Tangliushang
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
5. "Far Teacher"
Tang Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
6. "Seeking harmony, respecting teachers and living in seclusion"
Tang Libai
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year.
Dial the clouds to find the ancient road, lean against the trees and listen to the flowing water.
Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.
Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.
7. Teachers are easy to meet, but difficult to meet. Sima guang
8. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night. Li shangyin
9, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud to protect flowers. gong zizhen
10, the world is not a teacher, so it's good to leave. liu zongyuan
1 1, dare to say and do, no regrets. The storm thundered and thundered, and the eyebrows were raised. Who else in the world? Anonymous Six Poems of Tianjin Sand by Wang Bencheng
12, East Palace White Bastard, Nansi Zen Master. Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart. Bai Juyi's Far Teacher
13, Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres. New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. Hsinchu anonymous
14, saints are impermanent. Han Yu's Shi Shuo
15, void is everywhere, as if it were glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry. Shang Liu's reward teacher
16, like the Mengyao platform, I know the Jade Girl is coming. The singer is far away, and the flowers are lingering. Laugh at my leisure three times and miss you seven times. The red leaves are flowing, and the wine is endless. Anonymous "Rumeng Yaotai"
17, a respected, learned and valuable hero. The weather, location and people are harmonious, and the pen is amazing. Anonymous "Kuang Huanxue of Tianjin Sha Sixth Division"
18, love at first sight is too hasty, and the school flowers are a few degrees red. Deep friendship is always in the dream of the soul, and deep kindness is always in the heart. Anonymous "unforgettable four-line teacher"
19, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
20. I want to be a pillar of indomitable spirit. I've been running here and there for half my life, and now I'm sailing, and Yao Lu Mountain is high and long. Anonymous "Six Paintings with a Long History in Tianjingsha"
2 1, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. Gong Zizhen's Miscellaneous Work of Helping the Sea
22, a teacher for a day, a father for life. Hanqin Guan
23. Ancient scholars must be strict with their teachers, and teachers must be strict and respectful. Ouyang Xiu
24. Scholars must seek teachers, and teachers are essential. Yi Cheng
25, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Du Fu
26, teacher, so preaching, teaching, and confusing. Han Yu
Poems praising bees, complete works of classical ancient poems
1, orchids are the same, bees and snakes live together. Harmful to the heart is poisonous, and the demon flame blows itself. The thunder stung it, and the dead nest burned it. Suffering helps evil, not disaster. "Insect Poetry" Author: Yuan Zhen 2, pear flowers smile at the bright moon, bees swim in the purple palace spring. The spleen is divided into five branches, and the core chews the gentleman. Wings and feathers are quite similar, and their minds are solid and different. Ann knows that no one will eat people in this world. Yuan Zhen's Poems of Insects' Bees
3. Plum path fragrant cold bee is unknown. The guest's words are dark, and the gentleman returns to the horse wet flag. Du Mu's boating in the rain in early spring, the messenger of Hengjiang meets Li Zhaoer's scholar in the week.
The flower market is flooded several times every year, and it is warm and cold day and night. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness? "Honey Spleen Singing Bees" Qian Qi
5, 300 days to run Kyushu, southern Xinjiang, North China to pick flowers. Making honey all day long is physically and mentally laborious, and the sweetness of the world is effective. Ge Xianting, ode to bees
6. There are competing bees. Four waves of whales swallow each other, and five mountains collapse. Zhang Bi's The Gap
7. I hate it. I like to brew honey in the pavilion. I like to mix swallow mud. Ma Yanliang's "A Flower _ Spring Rain Runyao Peach"
The situation is that after this flower blooms, there will be no flowers, and the management will be very busy. From now on, you will collect honey and become a house. Chen Liang's autumn mint
9. The flower market is flooded several times every year, and it is warm and cold day and night. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness? Qian Qi's Sweet Spleen Singing Bees
10. Dig Acacia Kiln for no reason, which is the warbler's nest of bees and butterflies. Infatuation is the Millennium tune. If you don't work hard, it's like the wind blowing bamboo, and if you don't go, it's like the wind blowing flowers. Zheng Guangzu scolded Yulangbei.
1 1, tree bell rope, high barrier threshold, hedge repair. Ding's swallows and butterflies are flying up and down. Think about being 90 years old, afraid of flowers flying away, afraid of losing their beauty. Don't be afraid of cold silver bottles, learn from Wo Fanggen. Chen's water tone? Spring blossoms and get up early.
12, flying like an arrow, looking for fragrance like a meteor. A small body can carry loads, and thin wings can ride the wind. Wu Cheng'en Yongfeng
13, the plum-diameter fragrant cold bee is unknown. The guest's words are dark, and the gentleman returns to the horse wet flag. Du Mu
14. The green peak is pale in autumn, and the lower bound of riding a horse scares the bees away. Huang's Water
15. Cloud window and fog pavilion, full of spring breeze. Butterflies leak around bees. Annoying tastes like plum, and willows are wrapped around the waist. Yu Lou Chun by Xiang Ziyin
16. Xiao Yuan Huachi is rotten, and there are endless thoughts in front of the back door. A thin waist is better than dew, and a light back leans against the wind. Red walls and lonely cliffs are full of honey, and blue curtains are empty. The butterfly celebrating its age will meet in mid-February. Li Shangyin of Bees
17. Du Yanchun Qiushe, bees are buzzing in the morning and evening. Liu Tingxin's Wild Goose Fall to Victory Order
18, I hate it, I like to brew honey in the pavilion, and I like to mix swallow mud. A flower of Ma Yanliang _ Chunyu Runyao Peach
19, flying from flower to flower, I have never had half a day's leisure in my life. Everyone in the world praises honey for its delicious taste, but who cares if it blocks the bottom of the pot? Wang Jin Yongfeng
20, cloud window fog pavilion spring breeze. Butterflies leak around bees. Annoying tastes like plum, and willows are wrapped around the waist. Xiang zi yin Yu Lou chun
2 1, February 2, Jiang Shangxing, the east wind is warm and the wind is blowing. The stamens are like willow buds and graceful eyes, and the purple bees and butterflies hover, which is more slender. Li Shangyin February 2nd
22. The flower market is flooded several times every year, and it is warm and cold day and night. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness? Qianqi honey bee
23, 300 days to run Kyushu, southern Xinjiang, North China to pick flowers. Making honey all day long is physically and mentally laborious, and the sweetness of the world is effective. Ge Xianting's Ode to Bees
24, tree bells, high bases, fences. Ding's swallows and butterflies are flying up and down. Think about being 90 years old, afraid of flowers flying away, afraid of losing their beauty. Don't be afraid of cold silver bottles, learn from Wo Fanggen. Chen's Water Tune Song Tou Yong Hua Chun Zao
25. Dig the Acacia kiln for no reason, where there are bees, butterflies and swallows' nests. Infatuation is the Millennium tune. If you don't work hard, it's like the wind blowing bamboo, and if you don't go, it's like the wind blowing flowers. Zheng Guangzu's "Scold the Jade Langbei"
26. Xiao Yuan's huachi is rotten, and there are endless thoughts in front of the back door. A thin waist is better than dew, and a light back leans against the wind. Red walls and lonely cliffs are full of honey, and blue curtains are empty. The butterfly celebrating its age will meet in mid-February. Li Shangyin of Bees
27. The night rain and the wind are crazy, destroying the fragrance of the West Garden, wandering with bees and butterflies in the morning, and searching for red makeup. Arroway's "ChristianRandPhillips Powder"
28, tree bells, high bases, fences. Ding's swallows and butterflies are flying up and down. Think about being 90 years old, afraid of flowers flying away, afraid of losing their beauty. Don't be afraid of cold silver bottles, learn from Wo Fanggen. Chen Shui Diao Ge Tou Yong Hua Chun Zao
29. Excavate Acacia Kiln for no reason, where there are bees, butterflies and warblers' nests. Infatuation is the Millennium tune. If you don't work hard, it's like the wind blowing bamboo, and if you don't go, it's like the wind blowing flowers. Zheng Guangzu's "Scold the Jade Langbei"
30. Xiao Yuan's huachi is rotten, and there are endless thoughts at the back door. A thin waist is better than dew, and a light back leans against the wind. Red walls and lonely cliffs are full of honey, and blue curtains are empty. The butterfly celebrating its age will meet in mid-February. Li Shangyin of Bees
3 1, Du Yanchun Qiushe, bees are buzzing in the morning and evening. Liu Tingxin's Wild Goose Fall to Victory Order
32. The night rain and the wind are crazy, destroying the fragrance of the West Garden, wandering with bees and butterflies in the morning, and searching for red makeup. ChristianRandPhillips Powder by Aruvi
33, swimming bees compete for thorns, and fighting birds are also crowded. Born small, don't like Guanghua. Yuan Zhen's Fang Shu
34, swim under the clear sky, looking for chrysanthemum fragrance. Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense. Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind. Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams. "Cold Bees Picking Chrysanthemums" Geng Yan
35, cloud window fog pavilion spring breeze. Butterflies leak around bees. Annoying tastes like plum, and willows are wrapped around the waist. Yu Lou Chun by Xiang Ziyin
Yongfeng Wang Mingxin
Picking and brewing busy little bees in spring, why not flap their wings and sting their neighbors? I should be worried about the exhaustion of flowers. I hate burning smoke to get wax.
Song Yongfeng Yao Mian
Pick a group of fragrant flowers on your head, pack them up and enter the bridal chamber. But the honey is sweet, and it doesn't matter if it is bitter.
Tang Qianqi, the honey-spleen humming bee
The flower market is flooded several times a year, and it is warm and cold day and night. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?
Yong bee contemporary ge xianting
Come to Kyushu for 300 days, pick flowers in southern Xinjiang and flowers in northern China. Making honey all day long is physically and mentally laborious, and the sweetness of the world is effective.
Feng Er Yang Shisong Wan Li
Bees don't eat people, and the high therapeutic value is to feed on hops. Not busy making honey, but busy picking honey, which is full of flowers.