The poems with chanting are as follows

Yan Shu, a moon-chanting poem in the Song Dynasty, went through ten rounds of frost shadows and stayed alone in the world today. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely. Su Shi's When is the Bright Moon? When did the moon begin to appear? Ask about Sky Wine. 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 to find out what shadows look like on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. 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. Su Shi's mid-autumn moon, when the dusk clouds closed, overflowed with cold, and the silver man silently turned to the jade plate. This life is not a good night. Where will the bright moon look next year? The plum blossom poems in the early Southern and Northern Dynasties and the sequence of He Shen Rabbit Garden are the most shocking. Plum blossoms are not afraid of frost and cold wind. When it snows with zero frost, it opens on the roadside. The branches and leaves of plum blossoms and flowers are blooming all over Yangzhou. The blooming of plum blossoms can make abandoned people see the feeling of tears, and can also make people who fall in love with Jingxing and their families wrangle. We should know that it falls early, so we come up in spring. In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Yu Xin thought that he had already felt the plum blossom in the twelfth month and a half. I don't believe that this year's Spring Festival Evening, everyone will come to see it. The tree hangs on the ice, and the branches are cold. If I had known I couldn't find it, I really regretted the clothes list. Mei Chu, thank you for welcoming the Spring, so I get up early and I am not afraid of the cold. I am afraid that after falling into the flowers, no one will look at it. Ye Fan was given to Liu Kai in the Northern and Southern Dynasties and to the people in the dragon head. There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring. In the first spring, the cold in Li Shimin changed with the poverty law, and birds sang in spring. Willow floats in the early wind, and plum blossoms bloom in the late snow. Bilin green old bamboo, green marsh green new moss. At the beginning of the day, the geese go and the tree warbler comes. In winter, the stone whales in Li Shimin near Kunming Pool slip away, grab the embers and hide the flat sand. The willow shadow ice has no leaves, and the plum heart is frozen. The cold ground condenses into fog, and the frost dispels the sunset glow. The joy is still unfinished, and the scenery is gone. When I visited Yuan, I didn't meet Meng Haoran, a talented person in Luoyang, or a rogue in Jiangling. It is said that plum blossoms bloom early. Why is it so spring? In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's plum blossom was broken before wax, and many years after plum blossom. I never know that spring is early, what is the most annoying thing? The snow trees are the same color, and the river wind is its own school. I can't see my hometown, and the witch is gloomy and rugged. Bai Yonglian (2) Tang Pirixiu took a deep sniff and looked at the darkness and heartbroken. From then on, he had no intention of loving Red. If you fold it, just think of Joan as a guest and plant it in the jade pond. The dripping water is suspicious to the sun, and the wind is turbid and the snow is fragrant. The number of people under the stage of the prince of Wu is far as stone's plain makeup. Lianying Duopu, all the way to the East Green Pond. Still shadows shake the moon, while Leng Xiang reflects the water and wind. Gold powder drops, jade dew washes away residual red. Looking at Yu Fangshao, no one asked. Take the Lotus King Hall alone, Bai Zhen, Tang Fang Qingming, and Jade Rongqiu alone. If midges don't like each other, they will worry about themselves. The sun is setting, the shadow is still in sight, and the wind is blue. What do you both admire? Swimming. Looking at Lushan waterfall genre: quatrains year: Tang Author: Li Bai original Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke, looking at the waterfall hanging thousands of rivers. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. Singing snow, Tang condensed the morning light into obsidian and put it on the sunset. Gather branches and divide trees into jade, and waves reflect spring. Powder dressing table, flowers floating in clothes. Fan in, box out, point out the machine. Singing snow should be a letter to Shangguan Yi Tang Forbidden Park to condense the new moon, and the snow will resume in the morning. Flowers live in the phoenix pavilion, and pearls are scattered in the pool. Gone with the wind welcome songs, lantern dance. Fortunately, thousands of miles are reflected, and the Millennium is still there. Yong Xue Dong Sigong Tang Tianshan flying snow, the word is watering flowers. It's a pity that I don't talk to you, and Xiao Suo floats in the wind. Fresh and clean, flourishing. Where are the good times? Let's sit down and look at the sales in Hua Rong. Wang Luobin, cranes, snow and flowers that love snow are new on the leaves of Longyun Jade in Tang Dynasty. Shadows blow in disorder, and jade and horse gold are sold out. Including huiming lithography, the hidden trace indicates the auspicious wheel. You can't marry an orchid, but you will go around spring. Li Baitang thought about sleeping at night under Niuzhu Mountain, and there was no cloud in the blue sky in Hexi tonight. I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine. Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Du Tom Mountain is far from Hanshan Stone Path, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. One night near Fengqiao, Zhang, Hanye and fisherman Jiang Feng are worrying about sleeping. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. San Lv Temple, Dai Shulun, Tangyuan and Xiang Liu, why do you complain about buckling? In late autumn, the smoke rises and the maple trees whisper. Untitled Li Shangyin, who was alone on a cold night in the Tang Dynasty, always loved the rain. When Feng was drunk, she loved and hated.