Seeking to write modern poems about the flowing water of Jiangnan Bridge

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.

The ancient road and the west wind are thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Drinking (5)

Tao Yuanming

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Meng Haoran's Passing the Old Village;

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Du Fu's quatrains:

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

Du fu's quatrains

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Five poems by Gui Yuantian Ju

Tao Yuanming

one

Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan. I slipped and fell into the dust net for thirty years.

Birds love the ancient forest, and the fish in the pond miss the ancient garden.

There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The eaves of Liu Yin are covered with elms, in front of which is Luotang, Li Tao.

This is a warm village, and there is smoke in the yiyi market. Dogs bark in deep alleys, chickens crow and mulberry trees jump.

The house is free of dust and sundries, and the empty room is free. After staying in the cage for a long time, they returned to nature.

Secondly,

There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry.

When I was in the market, there were people everywhere, wearing grass and going back and forth. Meeting you, no nonsense, Sang Ma has a long way to go.

The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide. I'm always afraid that the frost will come and disperse with the grass.

third

At the foot of Nanshan, beans are planted, and the grass is full of beans.

The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes.

Fourth.

I have been to Shanze for a long time, enjoying the wild forest. I will try to take my son and nephew to the wild market.

Wandering among the mountains, I live in the past. There are remnants of well stoves and rotten mulberry and bamboo.

Ask the salaried person, this person might as well tell me that he did not recover after his death.

It's true that I abandoned the market all my life. Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.

Fifth.

I feel sorry for myself, rugged and winding. The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.

My newly cooked wine has brought two chickens closer to the office.

Happiness comes and bitterness goes, and the dusk is short, which has returned to Tianxu.

Meng Haoran's "Lai Li Xin Ting"

Eight solutions to Zen forest show, Sanming to Yuan Cai. The land is far away from the fragrant world, and the heart water purification pavilion is open.

Check the dangerous mountain and find the secluded stone road to come back. Swiss flowers grow from the bottom, and a panacea must be planted.

Blue nets cross mangroves, clear springs and green moss. Play fish smell, idle birds recite scriptures.

Abandon the image to realize, forget the words and reason to do. What you get in silence is nothing but chanting.

Meng Haoran, a "tooth sitting in the mountain and hiding in the south"

Gong has left his seat, but he is on high. The woodcutter doesn't know, but the monk knows.

Take the rest as a good thing and take a look together. Bamboo dew drops at night, and the wind blows during the day.

Never hold Wechat business, the situation will return to the previous rules. There is no strange strategy here, the people think.

Meng Haoran's "The Floating Picture of General Manager Deng Holding the Temple"

Climb the pagoda in the air and see Beijing on a sunny day. Surrounded by bamboo, the mountains are connected to the garden.

Four doors open to the imperial palace, and the building overlooks others. From the beginning, I was tired of grabbing and collecting sand for my children.

A glimpse of merits and demerits will increase your heart. Sitting feels that the sky is near, and the empty fragrance sends the fallen flowers.

Early Spring in Chang 'an (Poems by Zhang Zirong) Meng Haoran

Only Dongjing guards, and the city starts from Beichen. Xiange is peaceful, and * * * is happy in Yin Jian.

Snow clears the green hills and trees, and ice opens the black waterfront. The grass welcomes the golden horse, and the flowers accompany Lou Yuren.

Hung-chien watched countless songs, which Ying Ge often listened to. Why should I be honored to return to wicker?

Meng Haoran's Tian Jia Yuan Day

Bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east last night and got up again this morning. I am forty years old. Although I have no official position, I am worried about farming.

A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy. Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.

Meng Haoran's Dawn of Nanshan

The miasma is clear, and the Nanshan complex water clouds. Kun flies today, and birds fall to smell it.

The ground is close to Changsha, and the river is separated from Zhu Ling. Jia Sheng once bowed, and he was also painful and gentle.

"Crossing Xiangjiang River at Night" (Cui Shi) "Meng Haoran

The passenger ship was greedy and sneaked across the Xiangjiang River. Smell Du Fang with dewdrops, and pick lotus with songs.

The people on the list jumped into the fire, and the fish stayed in the pool and smoked. Ask each other when traveling, where is Xunyang?

"Listening to Drama" Meng Haoran

Why are you gloomy when you see those things clearly? The frost is gradually pouring, and oranges are like gold.

The female companion struggled to climb and pick, and the peeping of picking hindered the depth of the leaves. And pity * * *, showing a sense of unity.

Bone spurs are red, and the quilt is fragrant and sticky. A jade plate is better than a forest.

Wang Wei below

House of Bamboo

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

An autumn night in the mountains

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Back to my home in Songshan

The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.

I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.

An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.

In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.

Zhong Nanshan

The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea.

The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different.

Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

Through the temple of Ji Xiang.

I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks.

Through the ancient forest without human footprints, but now I hear bells on high?

The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.

In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.