Year:? Don? Author:? Luo yin
Ng Wui's three Shu poems are more important to the teacher than to the teacher. Collect your sword at night, read and listen,
Guabu Qiuyin Yang Di is sad. The scenery also knows how to throw a healthy pen, and no one is allowed to be tall.
In the spring breeze next February, the idle people in Dao Jiang will comfort their thoughts.
1 1 species of trees and plants in Heziyou Garden
Year:? Song? Author:? Su Shi
The imperial capital is resplendent and magnificent.
Well, what are you doing alone, watching things change behind closed doors.
Is it enough to look at microscopic things? You will never get tired of watching them alone.
Morning glory and anemone were selected in the poem.
I heard that Dongshanfu and Yan Wan bought wine.
I can't forget my wealth, but I said it myself.
You are different today. Look at the seasonal melons and vines.
Huaibao is self-sufficient and precious, and Yilan is the plan.
I belong to you, so don't be late.
Countless acres of wasteland, vegetation moved into forests.
As soon as spring comes, ugliness and ugliness are different.
There are planes everywhere in Pu Tao, but he can't be trapped.
Poor pomegranate with a broken red collar.
Although sunflower is awkward, its foundation is too shallow.
The evening of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb is gratifying, and the light red is deeper with autumn.
This principle is useless when things are alive.
Fallen is not free, prosperity is not yours.
It's hard to transplant if you can't reach the Jianghu.
Andrew's pair of wild ducks flew in to paint.
When a cypress tree is planted, it will get old.
Why don't you plant a bush and it will fall in spring and autumn?
Yin and yang don't choose things, and beauty and evil are created at will.
Why is Bai Sheng difficult? It seems to take a lot of time.
There are a few ingenious workmanship, and I will try my best to do it for you.
Look at quinoa and hops. Business is often sloppy.
Although the day lily is slightly open, it can be pulled out by itself.
There is a heart in the graceful leaves.
Penny was alone in Hervey, bowing her teeth and coming down from the tiller.
If you have an appointment, go to Jing and hazel.
Nanzhai reading room is a mess.
Partial work saves autumn rain, bad fences fall years.
Asparagus is like bamboo at first, and its slightly open leaves are like cattails.
During the Spring Festival, the party wears armor and gradually gets old and rooted.
I don't like green in summer, but I love it and it withers in autumn.
Yellow leaves get wet and white flowers shake.
Eat and drink enough, cherish the morning, the autumn wind is often bitter early.
Who knows that I miss parting and like to see autumn melons.
Autumn melon first frost, stems and leaves rustling.
It's too early to travel home.
Read thousands of miles in sorrow and hold your heart empty.
What is there to worry about? It will distract you.
There are bamboos in the official residence, and the roots are asked about the prison hall.
The following is the way people walk, and the above can't be nailed.
Caution officials and soldiers with your heart, and protect your heart with thorns.
When the building is far away, the grave is cracked and beyond the reach of the whip.
I often come here in the shade with a pillow.
You can't go at dusk, you can only lie down and listen to the wind.
Xionggu was born in Shu Road, and Angelica dahurica came to Jiangnan.
Drifting to Guanfu is still sweet.
The greenway is full and the culvert is clear.
And it's free, so you can invest in the basket.
The autumn festival is suddenly getting old, and the biting cold is unparalleled.
? In fact, I'm ashamed of it.
Save yourself, Nanshan is going to swim again.
There is nothing in the mountains, and the vegetation is charming and deep.
Acorus calamus people don't know, so this stone ditch was born.
The mountain is high, the frost and snow are bitter, and the seedlings are not allowed to smoke.
There is a chitose root below, shrinking like a pot.
Desperate for ghosts and gods, Deborah dares to steal.
I am from Nanshan, and the mountain is still green.
The heart goes with the white clouds, and the dream goes around the foot of the mountain.
Where are you from? You smile like an emerald.
Exploring new poems and expressing words are better than mountains and greenery.
I feel very confused, but I remember Qiu Ju.
It's like picking a woodcutter and listening to the piano in a hole.
It is better to write human songs when you come back to write your legacy.
On August 11th, I spent the night before Fang wrote this poem. I dreamed of traveling to Nanshan with my brother and wrote dozens of poems, which I liked very much in my dream.
Naijue only remembers one sentence: the cloud is sorrowful for Qiu Ju.
) Wild chrysanthemum was born in Qiuxi, and her heart was empty.
In the late years, no one is surprised, only dark worries.
Flowers bloom on the water, and flowers fall on the water.
Chrysanthemums wither and sting, just like your age.
Chu is worried, and the autumn wind sings the fence.
If you are not satisfied with your English, how can you relieve hunger?
1 1 species of trees and plants in Heziyou Garden
Year:? Song? Author:? Su Shi
Eat, drink and cherish fragrance, and the autumn wind is often bitter and early.
Who knows that I miss parting and like to see autumn melons.
Autumn melon first frost, stems and leaves rustling.
I came back from my official tour, as fit as a horse.
Read thousands of miles in sorrow and hold your heart empty.
What is there to worry about? It will distract you.
1 1 species of trees and plants in Heziyou Garden
Year:? Song? Author:? Su Shi
Eat, drink and cherish fragrance, and the autumn wind is often bitter and early.
Who knows that I miss parting and like to see autumn melons.
Autumn melon first frost, stems and leaves rustling.
I came back from my official tour, as fit as a horse.
Read thousands of miles in sorrow and hold your heart empty.
What is there to worry about? It will distract you.
Two Poems of Haizhou Road
Year:? Song? Author:? Zhang lei
Autumn is yellow, and Artemisia annua is full of xanthium.
Grass insects croak and swallow, and autumn rain is everywhere.
Tile head Zhong Ming village path oblique, Fluttershy flying bean curd.
There is no grass in the house, and there are many autumn vines hanging.
Generation of letters
Year:? Song? Author:? Huang tingjian
When the bear came to me, he peeled melons in autumn, winter and summer.
Leaving the sun and the moon, the lotus falls.
Books and newspapers are safe and fat as crows.
If you jump into the furnace, you will succeed.
In poor years, I hold a new book and I hold a piece of spring flowers.
I have to write. Qu Song wants to be an official.
Push the sun star with one finger and make clouds on your body.
Knowing that it will be sealed for nine days, the tiger and leopard will keep the hag.
Zhu Tian holds a dolphin's hoof, and he can be as extravagant as he wants.
After six classics, the article was sweating like a pig.
For example, watching the sea, fine lobster.
The ancients learned from saints and refused to abolish a hundred schools.
The old mountain is surrounded by ten trees, and the Zhaitang is shaded by green trees.
Sweet rice Redmi, anorexic yellow chicken.
Rubbing your stomach is quite a feeling of reading.
I miss your strong teeth, and there is no woman to help me make tea.
Father and brother pity you, too, and you have to shepherd dogs.
And cut down thousands of chapters of wood to distribute to businessmen.
After the bumper harvest, August followed.
Chueh-min is in the forest, and Tintin smells rabbits.
I am very close to my friends. I am the godfather.
The song sung by Tai Yuan, Mr. Kishiyama.
Stay here and get drunk and offer food to Jou-chia.
I'm still practicing string, washing my heart and blowing strange things.
Solitary minister sent Chu tune, pour the country and blame Hu Jia.
Learn to draw sand with a pen and ink drum and a zigzag cone.
Poetry is a good place to go, not a hemp.
During the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, the ancestors were Zen, and the pipa was played by skillful hands.
Without the heart of wealth, I admire a pool of frogs.
Tian Min took over the farm nursery, and it was the season to collect loans.
Before Governor Xia Tian was cleared, he entered the ridge and pressed the new She.
I have lost my life since I lost Wang Fu.
Uncle know life is a disciple of the mountain, and the furnace smells like Tathagata.
Just thinking about the garden, I took off my crown and wore robes.
Looking forward to two seasons from the beginning, penguins will go to court.
Jiayu is in the south, and the ancestral hall recommends the giant shark.
I'm the leader of everyone. I don't care about my teeth.
Piercing the head and collar, fleas and lice scratch and crawl.
The world is tired and tied, and the official admonition is easy to rebel.
When it rains, drive sheep into Jinhua.
Sending slaves to force the king to do things is too busy to learn to shoot snakes.
Twelve songs to relieve boredom
Year:? Don? Author:? Du Fu
Chai Fei-xing scattered the grass pavilion, and the waves crossed the river and the black rain began to fly.
Mountain birds feed red fruits, and river friends raise white fish with money.
Shang Hu left Yangzhou, thinking of the old post building in Xiling.
In order to ask if Huainan rice is expensive, the old man wanted to flow eastward on a whim.
After ten years of autumn, whenever I see an autumn melon, I think of my old country.
Today, the South Lake picks ferns, who is looking for Guazhou?
Fan Shen knew what the Ministry of Water Resources was, and Cao Liu didn't wait for Xue Langzhong.
Be the only provincial office that opens a literary garden, and learn to make money in the surging tide.
Li Ling and Su Wu are my teachers, and Mencius' paper is even more doubtful.
I haven't been away from a common guest for a meal. I read some ancient poems today.
Recalling Meng Haoran's Xiangyang, poems and songs in Qing Dynasty can be handed down from generation to generation.
In other words, there was no new language in the old days, so if you fish, you will shrink your neck.
The spirit of cultivating lies in the matrix, and new poems are changed to recite.
Who knows that these two Xie can do things, and it is quite difficult to learn Yin.
Without Wang Youcheng, the hills and valleys in Lantian are filled with cold vines.
The most beautiful sentence is that the atlas is full, and patriotism is not impossible.
My late imperial concubine is lonely now, and litchi has returned to Chang 'an.
Every time Yanfang continues to offer Zhu Ying, the Jade Pagoda will mourn the Millennium Mission.
Remember to pick lychees in Lurong, and the green peaks reflect the stones.
In Beijing, the old ones don't see color, and the red ones only know sweetness.
Cuigua in Yuxi, Shen Bili, and red pear grapes are cold dew.
Pity is no different from vine, but it is Juanjuan's long life.
Side by side with Yean and Jiangpu, the strange Dan Palace is filled with jade pots.
Cloud valley cloth, back dead, tired.
"Cui 17 Shaofu filmed Yiyang, and when he saw a poem, he was rewarded with thirty."
Year:? Don? Author:? Han Yu
When Cui Jun first came, he was not used to getting to know each other. But the captain of Wenchi County is not slower than the doctor.
Renting a house has to be connected to the wall, and it is between Xin and Mo. Live in a new house when you are in trouble.
Vegetables should be eaten together, and broken coats should be bloomed. What is the problem of borrowing after all the talk is blocked?
I don't know how many orphans there are, but I am proud of my family. Sometimes it is too late to eat.
The partition wall is full of geese. The previous plan was counterintuitive, but it was true.
Joule's eyebrows are so good that her feet are frozen stiff. Holding books with brothers has many horns.
Winter is just like cold, and melon petals can only be known in autumn. If you ask, you don't want to talk about hunger, but if you are tired, you can talk about it.
I'm only thirty years old. I've lived together for a long time. Give me advice. Bald heads tend to walk away and keep their mouths shut.
The old robe of the government, the old robe kills the mountain stream. Send poems miscellaneous, there is a kind of said Peng Yu.
The wine tastes sour, and winter clothes are not washed. It is said that there are few officials, but only enough for tigers and cockroaches.
It's also for pigs and deer. It's a good illusion. After three years as a Buddhist, I learned amaranth in my intestines.
Living in Luozhiya, trout can cover Shantou. If you chew, you will be usurped.
Making a fool of yourself is like a hoe. The man is cold and astringent, and his wife is thin and waist.
Being an official is not a job, and the crime of knighthood is a lie. The business has fallen apart, and it is getting old.
Poor and arrogant, the ice and snow are slippery. The sound is hard to get through, so why not expect it?
Shi Ding's couplets
Year:? Don? Author:? Han Yu
A skillful craftsman can cook the bones of a mountain and the things in the process. -Master Liu
If the straight handle doesn't give force, it will choke and swallow. -Hou Xi
The faucet is shrinking and stupid, and the abdomen is rising. -Xuanyuan Miming
The outer bracts are dry and covered with moss, and there are dark waves inside. -Master Liu
I feel safe in my cold feet, and I'm burned. -Hou Xi
It is wrong to be in a dilemma, and it is wrong to be incompatible with water. -Xuanyuan Miming
As brave as a martyr, as round as a tassel of a war horse. -Master Liu
The top is more than the incense burner tip, and the bottom is flat with the mirror surface. -Hou Xi
The autumn melon has not fallen, and the frozen taro is strong. -Xuanyuan Miming
A life is closed, and a small spring is upturned. -Master Liu
It's not worth writing. How do you know about hugs? -Hou Xi
When the stove is flooded, it is beneficial to see small devices. -Xuanyuan Miming
There is no trace of the blade, and the ball is natural. -Master Liu
The negative picture that disturbed the tortoise revealed that it was sunny. -Hou Xi
There are ears on the side and a solitary bun on the top. Or stunned by the short-tailed cymbals, as if they had no feet.
-Master Liu
It's a pity that the cold food balls are thrown in the pit by this road. -Hou Xi
Speaking of ashes, I have no intention of leaving the bottle. -Xuanyuan Miming
Poor quality counts, too narrow to mention the engine. -Master Liu
Can you cook the fairy medicine, but it won't pollute the mutton soup. -Hou Xi
Model woman laughs, light child. -Xuanyuan Miming
It shows firmness and importance, but it rises and rises. -Master Liu
It looks like a backward-inclined waste hub, with its side folded across the axis. -Hou Xi
When it is in the mouth of an earthworm, it sounds like a fly. -Xuanyuan Miming
With this, I will tell the truth. -Master Liu
Always look around and dare to leak. -Hou Xi
It is better to warm Ruo than to be cold. -Xuanyuan Miming
It is just a question of self-efficacy, but it is not trivial enough. -Hou Xi
Swing but upright, open and close but loud. -Master Liu
Winning is expensive, losing is empty, and losing is in name. Is it older than a pea, and it's not tied by hand.
-Xuanyuan Miming
Grind off the sunflower horn and soak the essence. I hope everyone will not be cynical, this matter will be implemented.
-Xuanyuan Miming
Qingping Li Le Wen Zi Qiu Hui Gua
Year:? Yuan? Author:? Park Dao-won
A drop of nectar. From Dongling Garden. Five-color gold plate rubbing sentence Talking about depression in □. Cut off the edge layer of jasper. When chewing, the teeth and cheeks will freeze. Unfortunately, this taste is not suitable for steaming in June.
Landscape pastoral poetry, one of the ancient Chinese poems.
Xie Lingyun and Tao Yuanming, who originated in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, were represented by Wang Wei and Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty. This kind of poetry is good at describing natural scenery, pastoral scenery and comfortable seclusion. Poetry and painting are meaningful and beautiful, the style is quiet and elegant, the language is beautiful and refined, and the line drawing technique is used.
Poets such as Tao Yuanming formed the pastoral school in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, poets such as Xie Lingyun and Xie Tiao formed the landscape school in the Southern Dynasties, and poets such as Wang Wei and Meng Haoran formed the pastoral school in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The poet takes landscape and countryside as aesthetic objects, and throws delicate brushstrokes into quiet mountains and leisurely fields to create an idyllic life to express his dissatisfaction with reality and his yearning for a quiet and peaceful life.