What are China's good poems?

1、

Qingpingle Ti Ying Canyue

Five Dynasties: Wei Zhuang

The warbler cries the waning moon, and the embroidered pavilion lights go out. On the outskirts of Ma Si, it is the season of falling flowers.

Make up like a flying moth eyebrow, and worry about gold leaves. Don't sweep the incense dust on the road, or you will be late to go home.

2、

Qiao Jinmen Kong Xiangyi

Five Dynasties: Wei Zhuang

I still remember that I didn't intend to send a message when I was empty. Chang 'e people in the sky don't know, where to find books?

I feel weak when I sleep, and I can't bear to write the book of Iraqis. The courtyard is full of flowers and spring, and the grass is green.

3、

Xiqianying street agitation

Five Dynasties: Wei Zhuang

Streets are encouraged, cities are forbidden to open, and people fall from the sky. Phoenix's gold medal list was clouded and thundered.

The warbler moved and became a dragon, and the city was full of horses and chariots overnight. There are a bunch of immortals upstairs, vying to see the cranes soaring into the sky.

4、

Go to the palace in March

Tang Dynasty: Li He

The canal is full of red walls and the wind is petite. ?

The curtain can be locked for thousands of years. ?

5、

Qingpingle Qinqin Gorge Theme Wall

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Who is your bosom friend after one night? Like a dream, it is difficult to write a song while worrying.

The sky is in the clouds, and people follow the wild geese in the west wind. Call for red lapel greensleeves, don't teach tears to shed heroes.

6、

Good in the middle, build a small garden, quiet and not awkward.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

The small garden is quiet and quiet, and the hedges are winding like home in the mountains. During the day, I sang for a long time, and suddenly I heard the green yarn ringing.

Add bamboo stone, accompanied by haze. I intend to comfort the years with wine. Take a rest in this life and plant flowers for spring.

7、

Shu Xian Zhu Qin is irrelevant.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Shuhe's strings are irrelevant and covered with clouds all day. Cherish the light feathers and retreat the powder, and the weak floc thinks it is flat.

The east wind is eventful, and the residual cold blows away, slightly warming up. Look at a curtain of red rain, for whom to tie the flower bell.