June 27 Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower Su Shi Black clouds rolled over the ink but did not cover the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water below the lake tower is like the sky. Xiaochi Yang Wanli The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is soft and clear. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. At four o'clock, the countryside is busy. Fan Chengda goes out to work in the fields during the day and works on hemp at night. The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. The Yellow Crane Tower sends Meng Haoran off to Guangling. Li Bai The old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Fireworks descend from Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. The song under the plug by Lu Lun The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. I looked for the white feather in plain sight, but it was missing among the stone edges. Waves of sand by Liu Yuxi The Yellow River has thousands of miles of sand, waves and winds blowing from the end of the world. Now we go straight up the Milky Way to the home of the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl. Bamboo and Stone Zheng Xie insists on not letting go of the green mountains, and the roots are still in the broken rocks. It has endured thousands of blows but is still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south. Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain Li Bai All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone. I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain. Night Mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight. Those who seek hermitage are not found. Jia Dao Panasonic asked the boy, saying that the teacher was going to collect medicine. Only in this mountain, I don’t know where the clouds are. Farmer Li Shen Plants one grain of millet in spring and harvests ten thousand grains in autumn. There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death. Qingming Festival Du Mu It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls. When I asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. Cold Food Han Hong Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, Cold Food the east wind keeps the willows from slanting. At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises. On a spring day by Zhu Xi, the victorious sun finds its beauty on the shore of Si River, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors. Staying at Jiande River Meng Haoran moved the boat to Yanzhu, and at dusk the guests were worried about the new arrival. The trees are low in the open sky, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people. Ode to the Goose King Luo Bin Goose, goose, goose, the song is singing to the sky. White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves. Spring Dawn by Meng Haoran When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour? An Occasional Book about Returning to Hometown by He Zhizhang. When the young man left home and his boss came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. Children who don't recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from. Chile Song Folk Song of the Northern Dynasties Chile River, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low. 20 Gu Longyue Xing Li Bai When I was young, I didn’t know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate. I also suspected that the Yao Tai Mirror was flying in the blue clouds. The immortal has his legs hanging down, and the osmanthus trees are in clusters. The white rabbit made the medicine by pounding it, and asked who he wanted to eat with. The toad has eroded its round shadow, and the bright night has faded away. Yi Xi fell into the Nine Crows, and heaven and man were clear and peaceful. The Yin essence has fallen into confusion, and it is not enough to see if it goes away. Worry about what comes next, compassion destroys the heart and liver. The Wanderer's Yin Meng Jiao The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body. Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. Thoughts on a Quiet Night by Li Bai The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. Recalling the South of the Yangtze River by Bai Juyi Jiangnan is a good place, and the scenery is familiar to me. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. How can we not remember Jiangnan? Yuan Day Wang Anshi The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households are always replacing old talismans with new peaches. Climbing the Stork Tower Wang Zhihuan The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level. Quatrains Du Fu Chiri, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep. Wang Wei sent Yuan Er to Anxi. The city of Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. Farewell to the ancient original grass by Bai Juyi. The grass on the original source is withered and prosperous every year. Wild fire, in spring. The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. Send the king and grandson off again, full of love. Lu Chai Wang Wei No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. Liangzhou Ci Wang Han's luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink pipa, you will be reminded immediately. Lord Don't laugh while lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times? Farewell Dong Da Gao Shi Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. Don't worry, you have no friends in the future. Who in the world doesn't know you? Reminiscing about Shandong brothers Wang Wei on September 9th, I am a stranger in a foreign land, but I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees. Poem in Seven Steps by Cao Zhi Boil the beans to make soup, and drain the black beans to make juice. The beetroots are blooming under the cauldron, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron. They are born from the same root, so there is no need to rush into mutual conflict. Looking at the Dongting Liu Yuxi The lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface that has not been polished. Looking at the Dongting mountains and rivers in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. Hui Chong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River" by Su Shi A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are prophets of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come. Inscribed on the wall of the West Forest by Su Shi, it looks like a ridge on the side and a peak on the side, with different heights near and far. I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain. Deng Le You Yuan Li Shangyin Xiang Wan felt unwell and drove to Gu Yuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk. Presented to Wang Lun by Li Bai Li Bai was about to travel in a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. Leaving the Fortress Wang Changling The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.
But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain. Wangtianmen Mountain Li Bai Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point. The green mountains on both sides of the strait stand out from each other, and the lone sail comes from the sun. Mountain Walk Du Mu Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. Quatrains Du Fu Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu. Jiangnan Spring by Du Mu The orioles are singing thousands of miles away, reflecting the red green, and the wind is blowing like wine flags in the mountains and rivers of water villages. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist. Bamboo Branches by Liu Yuxi The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the sound of people stepping on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine. Autumn Eve by Du Mu Silver candles paint the screen in the cold autumn light, and small fans flutter against the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega. Gift to the Flower Queen Du Fu Jincheng's silk pipes are flowing day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. This song should only exist in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the human world? Title: Lin'an Di Neo-Confucianism Lin Sheng Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou. Chuzhou West Stream Wei Yingwu The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing. Shi'er Lu You: When I die, I know that everything is in vain, but I am not as sad as Jiuzhou. Wang Shibei sets the Central Plains Day, and does not Don't forget to tell Nai Weng when making family sacrifices. Wanglu Mountain Waterfall Li Bai The incense burner produces purple smoke in the sunshine, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river in the distance. The flying stream plummeted down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen into the sky. Early Departure from Baidi City Li Bai's farewell to Baidi among the colorful clouds, a thousand miles to Jiangling is returned in one day. The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers Du Fu Huang Si’s natal family’s pedestal is covered with flowers, and thousands of them hang low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. Fisherman's Song by Zhang Zhihe Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. Snow on the River by Liu Zongyuan Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have been wiped out. A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. It’s Not Worth It to Visit the Garden by Ye Shaoweng. I should pity my clogs and have green moss on my teeth. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. Liu Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain who stays in Furong Mountain during the snow. At dusk, the mountains are far away, and the weather is cold and the white house is poor. Chaimen hears the barking of dogs, and returns home on a snowy night. Min Nong Li Shen It was noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat dripped from the soil. Who knew that every meal on the plate was hard work? Ode to the Willows by He Zhizhang Jasper made up a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Seeing Lin Zifang off at Jingci Temple at dawn Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. At dawn on an autumn night, I feel the coolness as I step out of the fence. Lu You: Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and five thousand miles of mountains reach the sky. The remaining people shed tears in the dust and looked south to see Wang Shi for another year. Chang Ge Xing Han Yuefu In the green garden, the sunflowers are waiting for the morning dew. In the spring of Budeze, all things will be radiant. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of Kunhuang Huahua will decline. Hundreds of rivers flow from the east to the sea, when will they return to the west? Young idler, an old beggar. Bodhisattva Man Shu Jiangxi Ostomy Wall Xin Qiji The clear river water under Yugu Terrace, how many passers-by are crying in the middle? Looking northwest to Chang'an, one can see countless mountains. The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. When Jiang was feeling sad at night, he heard partridges deep in the mountains. When I heard that the army was taking over Henan and Hebei, Du Fu, it was suddenly heard outside the sword that they were taking over Jibei. When I first heard about it, my clothes were filled with tears. But seeing where his wife is worried, she writes poems and books filled with joy and joy. To sing during the day, you need to indulge in alcohol. Youth is a good companion for returning home. That is to say, it passes through Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge and then goes down to Xiangyang towards Luoyang. Summer Quatrains Li Qingzhao Live as a hero, and die as a ghost. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. Parking in Guazhou Wang Anshi Between Jingkou and Guazhou, there are only a few mountains between Zhongshan and Guazhou. The spring breeze turns green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai Gong Zizhen It is sad that Kyushu relies on wind and thunder to make it angry, and thousands of horses are silent. I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind. Joining the Army Wang Changling Qinghai's long clouds cover the snow-capped mountains, and the isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. Yellow sand can wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken. Liangzhou Ci by Wang Zhihuan Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass. Qiupu Song Li Bai The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the fate is as long as the worry. I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror. Early trip to Shangshan Wen Tingyun: Starting in the morning to recruit the priests, the traveler mourns his hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao. The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall. Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond. Happy Rain on a Spring Night Du Fu Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city. Chanting the Trumpet to the Emperor Wang Pan Trumpet and suona, the music is small and the tune is loud; the official ships come and go like a mess, all depends on you to raise your status. When the army hears it, the army is worried, and when the people hear it, the people are afraid. How to distinguish between true and false. What I saw was that the blow overturned this house and injured that house. The water was blown away and the geese flew away. Drinking on the lake, it starts to clear and then rains. Su Shi The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup. Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower by Wang Changling A cold and rainy night entered Wu, and I saw off my guest Chu Shangu in the bright morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a piece of ice in a jade pot.
Meeting Li Guinian in the South of the Yangtze River by Du Fu It is a common sight in Prince Qi's house, and I heard it several times in front of Cui Jiutang. that was nice scenery at Jiang Nan, met you again in autumn. Mo Mei Wang Mian The trees beside the inkstone washing pond in my house are all blooming with faint ink marks. Don't let anyone praise you for the good color, just leave the pure air to fill the universe. Zhuli Pavilion Wang Wei Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine. Plum Blossoms by Wang Anshi There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming. Song of Lime Yu Qian Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if it were nothing. Don’t be afraid of your bones and body being broken into pieces, keep your innocence in the world. Wuyi Alley Liu Yuxi Wild grass and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.