spring scenery
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. It is inevitable to send books. What can you expect in the war? .
moonlit night
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
From Beijing to Fengxian, recite 500 words.
(slightly, there is a famous saying that the wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones. )
Pile up snow
Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of the newly killed soldiers, only the old people who are sad to write poems. At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind.
The gourd is discarded, the wine vessel has no wine, and the stove is red. The news of the front-line battle and the news of his wife and sisters are unknown. Sadness sits in the air with his hands in the air.
A sobbing song by the river.
Shaoling night swallowed and began to cry. I quietly descended along the winding river like a shadow of spring. Since the palace on the shore is sealed by a thousand doors,
Willow, new rushes, who are you green for? . I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors.
The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot. The cavalry in front of them all carried bows and arrows.
Snow-white horse, chewing yellow gold. An archer, chest up, went through the clouds and hit a pair of birds with one arrow.
Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go. In the Qing Dynasty, the water flowed eastward, crossing the watchtower path.
Don't take any news of her there or here. Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers.
When I boarded the Tatar, in the dim twilight, the clouds were filled with dust and I wanted to forget the north and south and go to the south.
Three Poems on the West Star Cable (original note: from Beijing to Fengxiang)
The west recalled the positive letter and no one answered. At sunset, the eyes will wear out and the heart will die of cold ashes.
The fog and trees attract each other, and the lotus peak suddenly opens. Relatives are old and thin, thieves are hard.
Worried about dusk, desolate Han Yuan Chun. After today's events, infernal affairs are temporary.
At the first sight of Alice, Nanyang was completely new. I fell down with joy, sobbing, and tears stained my towel.
Who will report your death, you will feel sorry for yourself when you go back. I'm still looking forward to the snow. I like the day when I meet martial arts.
Shadow is still in front of Qianguan and Shinjuku Seven Schools. Today, the Han Dynasty is a country, and the New Year is a new year.
The night watchman in the left courtyard of the palace
The low wall on the left side of the temple blocks the flowers. It is twilight, nightingale and a group of birds are singing. In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight.
I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind murmured, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott. The next day, I had something important to do, and I was uneasy. I repeatedly asked about the geometry of the night?
Wash soldiers and horses (omitted)
New security officer (omitted)
Li Shihao (omitted)
Tongguan officials (omitted)
Wedding farewell (omitted)
Farewell to the old (abbreviated)
Homeless people (omitted)
Li Bai's two dream poems
When death is the reason for parting, people will cry, but life leaves again and again. You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river.
Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you. I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way.
The soul comes to the maple leaf, and you disappear into a vague castle. However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? .
I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air. There is water to cross, they are wild and toss, and no one makes horned dragons.
Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time. I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.
The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet. There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink.
When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life. Gao Che Li Fu filled the capital, and you were brilliant, and you were haggard.
Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage? Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss.
2. Chengdu period
Shuchengxiang temple
Where is the temple of the famous prime minister? It is in a deep pine forest near the Silk City.
The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves.
The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
The autumn wind broke the hut.
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the periphery of the river.
The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lowest one floats to Shentang depression. The children in Nancun bullied me,
I couldn't bear to be a thief across the street, but openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest. Dry mouth, unable to breathe,
Come back and sigh with a stick. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
The cloth has been cold as iron for many years, and the pride is cracked. There is no dry place in the bed room.
The feet of the rain are like hemp. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep?
There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains.
Alas, suddenly seeing this house in front of me, it is enough for me to freeze to death alone.
Offer flowers to the youth
The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds.
This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
Seven quatrains by the river (* * * seven, choose the sixth)
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
Two 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.
The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn. This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?
Recover the north and south of the Yellow River
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. ,
However, I packed my books and poems crazily. On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
Four quatrains (omitted, choose the third)
"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.
Landscape painting, landscape painting, Song painting.
10 Draw a water, and draw a stone on the 5th. Capable things are not forced on each other,
Wang zai is willing to stay in the original place. This is a magnificent picture of the Kunlun Square Pot, which hangs on the wall of Jun Gaotang.
East of the Dongting in Baling, Japan, the Chian water is connected with the Milky Way, and Yunlong is in it.
People and fish on the boat enter the lotus, and the mountains and trees make the Asian breeze. Yougong is far from Gumobi,
Wan Li wants to discuss it closely. How to get the quick scissors of Bingzhou and take half of the river in Wu Song?
Nanlinju
Mr. Li Jing has a towel with black horns, and the garden is not completely poor. I am used to seeing guests and children like it.
Get rid of birds and birds for eating. Autumn water is only four or five feet deep, and wild gas is only two or three people.
Sunset in Cuizhujiang Village, Baisha, and moonlight in Chai Men are relatively new.
lunatic
Wan Li Qiaoxi Caotang, Baihuatan water is surging waves. The wind is green and quiet,
The rain in Ran Ran is red and fragrant. The book of an old friend is broken, and the color of a hungry child is bleak.
If you want to fill the blank, you have to let go, and the madman who laughs at himself will be even crazier.
Yelao
The wild old hedge in front of the river bank has retreated, but the Chai Men by the river has not yet opened. Fishermen's nets gather under Chengtan,
Jia's passenger ship came with a bright return. The long road cares about the sad sword pavilion, but the floating clouds don't feel the piano platform.
Julian Waghann didn't report to Dong Jun, and Anthony wong drew a corner of the city gate.
Inward collapse
The length of a line is 4 thousand Li, and Hu rode for five or six years. The vegetation weakens and walks outside the sword,
Soldiers and soldiers blocked the old river. I miss my home, but I miss my brother. I watch the clouds and sleep during the day.
I heard that Heyang was going to win, and Stuart was worried about Youyan.
Warmly welcome Vice Governor Cui.
The north and south of the thatched cottage are all springs, and the flock of gulls flew in. My road is covered with petals-I haven't cleaned it for others,
The door of my thatched cottage has been closed, but it is open for you now. The market for plate food is far from delicious, but here in my cabin there are old wines from our cups.
If you are willing to invite the old man next door to drink with you, he will drink his cup through the fence!
Qintai (Sima Xiangru lives in Xiqiao Bridge, and Qintai is in the north.
After Maoling's illness, he loved Wen Zhuojun, the restaurant was on earth, and the harp was in the sunset.
Wild flowers leave a treasure, while creeping weeds see the skirt. I seldom smell it when I go back to Phoenix to ask the emperor's will.
Denglou
Flowers are close to tall buildings and far away from my hometown. I am very sad. There are disasters everywhere in this country, so I climbed up to see them. The silk river with beautiful spring scenery floats between heaven and earth.
Like a jade peak, between ancient and modern times. The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet.
However, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor at dusk and talked with Fu Liang at sunset.
3. Old age (Du Fu left Chengdu until his death)
Climb the peak
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. Leaves fall like a waterfall,
When I watch the long river roll forward. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Meet Li Guinian at the lower reaches of the river
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Foreign night
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.
If only my art could bring me fame. The official took sick leave because of his old age. Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .
Eight sides fortress
The three kingdoms, divided, have always been bound by his greatness, the famous eight-array map. This river won't divert the stones from your disposal, and you will always regret that you will destroy Wu's unwise.
Yu Miao
Dayu Temple is located in an empty valley. The autumn wind is bleak and the sun shines on the main hall. Oranges and pomelos hang in the wilderness, while ancient houses draw dragons and snakes.
Clouds give birth to empty walls, and rivers sound like white sand. A long time ago, Yu Dayu used four means of transportation to control floods, cut stone walls and dredge waterways, so that the water from the Yangtze River flowed into the sea.
Five poems about historical sites (omitted, choose the second, third and fifth poems)
Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. Looking sadly at a thousand autumn days, a tear,
Melancholy in different times, not at the same time. His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? .
The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.
Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up in Sri Lanka. She walked out of the purple palace and came to the desert.
She has now become a green grave in the yellow dusk. Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Back to the soul in the moonlight.
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.
Zhuge Liang's name will remain in the world forever, and his portrait is lofty and respectable. However, his will, in the Three Kingdoms War,
Just burning a feather under the sky. Yi Yin and Lv Shang are neck and neck, and their command of military operations is calm, which makes Xiao He Cao Can far behind.
Good luck is hard to recover, but he gave his will and his life for it.
Lonely goose
A lone goose doesn't want to drink water, refuses to eat, just flies low and longs for its companion. Whoever pities a shadow loses a million clouds.
Looking at the horizon, I seem to see the figure of my companion; The voice in the valley seems to hear the voice of the companion. Wild birds don't understand the lonely goose's heart, but make noise for their own voice.
Yangtze-Hanshui river basin
I am wandering in Jianghan belt, and I miss my homeland and can't return. In the vast world, I am just a pedantic old Confucian. The sky is far away, and the moon is lonely all night.
Although I am old and weak, my time is running out, but my ambition still exists; Facing the wind in the autumn wind, I feel that the conditions are getting better. Since ancient times, the old horse has not spent its physical strength because of its wisdom. Therefore, although I am old and sicker, I can still do it.
Climbing Yueyang Tower
I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower. The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat. The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.