It's raining, the Spring Lantern has to go at night, and it's hard to sit when you're white.
Going out is the end of the world, and tomorrow you will miss the dream catcher.
Supplement:
Yan Jiangyue said goodbye to Yi Zhong's friends.
Author: (Ming) Wen Tianxiang
Hate the east wind, don't borrow the British things in the world.
In the residual photos of Wu Hua, a bird of Shu, I can't bear to see the broken city, the copper finches in spring and the tears of the golden people in autumn. Who will hate this snow?
Open firm but gentle, bullfight empty recognition of Qi Jie.
That letter Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life traveling south to Wan Li. It was a ship.
I want to leave a drunken eye for Ou Meng, and I want to look at the clouds carefully.
Win by swallowing the column, go back to the flag, and be crowned through the ages.
With insomnia, Qinhuai should be a lonely moon.
Country drinks
Li Jian
The village drinks money from everyone, and the bamboo fence is outside the pond.
The spirit of Gu Si has always been at a constant price for a long time, so parents should not talk about their youth.
In the drizzle, people return to the grass late, and Dongfeng cattle fall asleep.
The seedlings have grown shorter than those in mulberry bud, and they are busy eating cold food at the vernal equinox.
Guohu north
Shi zhangrun
When the road comes back to the stone embankment, the trees always come out of the wall.
Wild rivers are moist, and peach blossoms become villages.
Tell a chicken to climb over the wall and drink all your children and grandchildren.
I will hide when I am old, and the front peak is opposite the door.
Wu Chunzhong sent Li Sheng back to Chang 'an.
Qian Qian B.
The wind and rain in the river are dark, and it will be sad to see the sick off.
Yangzhou misty moon is like a dream, and Jiangshan Jianye is clear.
At night, the crow folds the willow in front of the door, and the spring bird holds the cherry blossoms outside.
Don't forget to drink in the early stage. I want to spend the rest of my life with my medicine bag.
Supplement:
make an appointment
Xia, who was boating on the West Lake, said that he had a gift that he would cover for ten years when he left Hangzhou.
The wind blew me, and I fell into a corner of the lake and mountains. It's really beautiful.
I used to be a guest of Donghua, looking back at the boundless.
Is it a flat business to kill dogs for fame and carve dragons to write scrolls? !
Xiao Su, a fellow villager, thinks that Ying Xiao Wo is not a plan.
Just seeing a touch of sunset and half a embankment of vanilla, I feel sad.
Where can I find the sound of socks? I am lonely to send them.
Hatred blows a flute, crazy says a sword, two kinds of ecstasy.
Like two spring dreams, the sound of oars swings into the clouds.
Song of falling flowers in the western suburbs
The wonders of the western suburbs, the ancients gave poems to hurt the spring.
The chariots and horses in the western suburbs are tired, so Mr. Ding 'an sells wine as a reward.
Mr. Tan Chunren doesn't think so, but Mr. Song Chunren scoffs.
You have to have three or four children when you call friends, and you will be completely confused as soon as you leave the city.
Such as Qiantang chamber night Cang, such as Kunyang war morning invincible;
If 84,000 heavenly daughters wash their faces, they pour rouge here.
Why does Qin Gao's carp want to go to heaven?
If the jade palace is washed empty, there will be no caterpillar eyebrows in the thirty-six realms.
Another example is Mr. Wang's life anxiety, which is infinitely full of trance and grotesque.
Mr. Wang has read three books, and he likes the clearer words in Vimo Volume.
I also heard that the pure land is four inches deep, which is particularly charming when printed.
The net country of the west has not yet arrived, so what's the point of writing next time?
There are endless flowers on Andrew's tree, and it rains more and better. 360 days is the time when flowers bloom and fall.
Three poems of autumn heart
one
The heart of autumn is like the sea, but there are unexpected autumn souls.
Desert tulips in the arms, elegant ancient Yu Pei in the waist.
The northwest is cold, and the sword is full of southeast flutes.
There are countless big stars, and they fall into the forest in January.
Secondly,
Suddenly, an official came to the gate and the crowd was pitching.
New knowledge touches the eyes of spring clouds, and the older generation fills the chest and rains at night.
It is difficult to get the correct answer if there is a spirit in heaven, and don't be false if the word yin is invalid.
The Hakkas in Xiaolai are poor and rich, and there are countless people in southern Hunan.
third
What am I thinking? My mind is full of aura.
If there is no road through Bihan, the soil will erode Hanhua and this tomb.
A surname is buried in a certain water and mountain, and its taste is known by its hairpin and handkerchief.
From the outside of the balcony, I can see a graceful autumn star or a gentleman.
Supplement:
Walking on the beach in early spring-[Qing] Xu Can
The grass is in bud, the pear is not raining, and the spring soul has become a world. Who are the crystal curtains for? The golden clothes fly to the cherry tree.
The old country is vast, the boat is not so good, and the sunset flows away. Yun Lan still overlaps the old rivers and mountains, and the moon marks rest in peace.
2. My Mother, a poem in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, is drizzling and restless.
Going out is the end of the world, and tomorrow you will miss the dream catcher. Supplement: Yan Jiangyue bid farewell to her friends in the post. Author: (Ming) Wen Tianxiang hates Dongfeng and doesn't borrow British things from the world.
In the residual photos of Wu Hua, a bird of Shu, I can't bear to see the broken city, the copper finches in spring and the tears of the golden people in autumn. Who will hate this snow? Open firm but gentle, bullfight empty recognition of Qi Jie. That letter Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life traveling south to Wan Li. It was a ship.
I want to leave a drunken eye for Ou Meng, and I want to look at the clouds carefully. Win by swallowing the column, go back to the flag, and be crowned through the ages.
With insomnia, Qinhuai should be a lonely moon. The village drinks Li Jian Village, drinks the money of every family, and the bamboo fence is outside the pond.
The spirit of Gu Si has always been at a constant price for a long time, so parents should not talk about their youth. In the drizzle, people return to the grass late, and Dongfeng cattle fall asleep.
The seedlings have grown shorter than those in mulberry bud, and they are busy eating cold food at the vernal equinox. After crossing Shizhangrun Road in Shanjia County, Hubei Province, I returned to Shidi, and the old tree went out of the wall.
Wild rivers are moist, and peach blossoms become villages. Tell a chicken to climb over the wall and drink all your children and grandchildren.
I will hide when I am old, and the front peak is opposite the door. Wu Chunzhong sent Li Sheng back to Chang 'an and Qian Qian B, where it was stormy and the river was dark, and he was worried that he would be ill and see him off.
Yangzhou misty moon is like a dream, and Jiangshan Jianye is clear. At night, the crow folds the willow in front of the door, and the spring bird holds the cherry blossoms outside.
Don't forget to drink in the early stage. I want to spend the rest of my life with my medicine bag. Supplement: Boating in the West Lake in summer in Hunan and Guangdong is said to be a blessing. I gave up Hangzhou for ten years, and the wind blew me to the corner of the lake and mountain. It was beautiful.
I used to be a guest of Donghua, looking back at the boundless. Is it a flat business to kill dogs for fame and carve dragons to write scrolls? ! Xiao Su, a fellow villager, thinks that Ying Xiao Wo is not a plan.
Just seeing a touch of sunset and half a embankment of vanilla, I feel sad. Where can I find the sound of socks? I am lonely to send them.
Hatred blows a flute, crazy says a sword, two kinds of ecstasy. Like two spring dreams, the sound of oars swings into the clouds.
The western suburbs are good, and the ancients wrote poems that hurt spring. The chariots and horses in the western suburbs are tired, so Mr. Ding 'an sells wine as a reward.
Mr. Tan Chunren doesn't think so, but Mr. Song Chunren scoffs. You have to have three or four children when you call friends, and you will be completely confused as soon as you leave the city.
Such as Qiantang chamber night Cang, such as Kunyang war morning invincible; If 84,000 heavenly daughters wash their faces, they pour rouge here. Why does Qin Gao's carp want to go to heaven? If the jade palace is washed empty, there will be no caterpillar eyebrows in the thirty-six realms.
Another example is Mr. Wang's life anxiety, which is infinitely full of trance and grotesque. Mr. Wang has read three books, and he likes the clearer words in Vimo Volume.
I also heard that the pure land is four inches deep, which is particularly charming when printed. The net country of the west has not yet arrived, so what's the point of writing next time? There are endless flowers on Andrew's tree, and it rains more and better. 360 days is the time when flowers bloom and fall.
There are three autumn hearts, one is like the sea, but one autumn soul can't be recruited. Desert tulips in the arms, elegant ancient Yu Pei in the waist.
The northwest is cold, and the sword is full of southeast flutes. There are countless big stars, and they fall into the forest in January.
Secondly, suddenly an official came to the gate and the crowd could not pitch. New knowledge touches the eyes of spring clouds, and the older generation fills the chest and rains at night.
It is difficult to get the correct answer if there is a spirit in heaven, and don't be false if the word yin is invalid. The Hakkas in Xiaolai are poor and rich, and there are countless people in southern Hunan.
Third, my mind is full of aura where I think. If there is no road through Bihan, the soil will erode Hanhua and this tomb.
A surname is buried in a certain water and mountain, and its taste is known by its hairpin and handkerchief. From the outside of the balcony, I can see a graceful autumn star or a gentleman.
Supplement: Tan Qifang's early spring-[Qing] Xu Canfang's grass has just sprouted, the pear flower has not rained, and the spring soul has become heaven and earth. Who are the crystal curtains for? The golden clothes fly to the cherry tree.
The old country is vast, the boat is not so good, and the sunset flows away. Yun Lan still overlaps the old rivers and mountains, and the moon marks rest in peace.
3. Which poems were famous in Ming and Qing Dynasties? Liu Ji (1311-1375), water.
Yu Qian (1398—— 1457) Ode to a Lime.
Wen Zhiming (1470- 1559) is full of river red.
A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually.
Regardless of all the fragments, we should leave innocence in the world.
Chen Zilong (1608- 1647), a spring outing.
Fuzhi Wang (16 19- 1692) fishing.
Zhu Yizun (1629- 1709) has a high balcony.
Wang Shizhen (1634-1711) Huanxisha Red Bridge.
Nalan Xingde (1654- 1685) "Butterfly Hua Lian"
Who reads the west wind alone? The rustling yellow leaves closed the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
Endless longing
Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. I want to go to Guan Yu. Night light.
When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. There is no such sound in my hometown.
Mulan's poems imitate ancient and decisive words, friends of Cambodia.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Cold willow in Linjiang Xianzi
Where are the flying catkins? The ice layer was destroyed. Sparing a tree is colder. Love him, the moon is good, and haggard is also related.
The most important thing is to shake it in the back and teach people to remember Chunshan. It's hard to dream about a skirt intermittently. The west wind is more or less annoying and can't blow away the eyebrows.
Quail day
Yingying pretended to be ashamed with her back and moved Meirui to hit her on the shoulder. If you want to find A Lang from hatred, you should stay with him, but you should rest.
Clouds and water flow forever, and a flute locks an empty building. When * * * pan spring creek, broken shore hanging Yang Zhou.
Langtaosha
Rainy nights make autumn, right in my heart. Teach him to cherish romantic life. Who is sick to the end, who is more shameful.
A secret wish is hard to come true if it is not stopped. The bead curtain rolls around the moon like a building. Recalling happy times is really like dreaming, and dreams must stay.
Inscription photo of Nanxiangzi as a female deceased.
Tears are more silent, only regretting the feelings of the past. Want to bring your photos back to your party, your tears can't break your heart. You can't draw your face.
The parting words are still clear in my ears, and fly with me's dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason. Wake up early in the morning, MUBI, and cry before the wind.
Gong Zizhen (1792 ——1841September 26th, 2008), has been involved in miscellaneous affairs.
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
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.
4. What are the "Eight Masters" of Ming and Qing Poetry? Liu Ji (the founding father of the Ming Dynasty, the first in moral articles), Gui Youguang (the flag of the Tang and Song Dynasties, followed by Han and Ouyang), Wang Shizhen (the giant of the last seven schools, well-read and good at writing poems), Gu (the academic pioneer of the Qing Dynasty, invincible in ancient prose) and Yao Nai (the representative of Tongcheng School, who is good at reasoning and poetry).
The prose creation of these eight masters represents the highest level of different literary schools in different periods of Ming and Qing Dynasties, and also reflects the main achievements of prose creation in Ming and Qing Dynasties. The series brings together outstanding works of literary schools in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and also shows the diverse features of prose in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, which is enough to broaden readers' horizons.
Your question is really too broad. I'll give you a name, hoping to help you choose the poems you need.
5. Yang Rong's "Mountain", the complete works of ancient poetry in Ming Dynasty.
Yao Tian has the beauty of hibiscus, and the precious trees are nearly nine times. Blue waves come to Yuxi, and spring drops of pearls and foil spray golden dragons. All seasons are good, and eight tables are clear. I am very happy to meet a peaceful day, immersed in the rain and dew.
Liu Ji's "feeling"
Travel far and enjoy the four directions. The world is big and the mountains and rivers are boundless. Birds fly away, and the trees are empty and desolate. It hurts to get up to see Wan Li and miss the past. Standing and looking at the clouds, you will find Ling Fengxiang.
Liu Ji's Hidden Water Dragon
The cock crows at dawn, the wind and rain are raining, and there are no watches in the world. Tears burst, flowers hate to die, and the soul is broken. The moon is dark, the stars are heavy with smoke and water, and the horn is loud. Ask RoyceWong, who is climbing the stairs, how much white hair is in the mirror and how much is added tonight. Where is the most discerning? The green snail is low. A few good dreams are gone with the wind, and they are all covered by the canal. The string of precious color is stiff, the jade color is cold, and the sky is dark. But it invades the sedges and trees in the courtyard, and it doesn't know the dawn.