Du fu in Tang dynasty
Later that day, Jiang,
Spring breeze smells of flowers and plants.
Muddy swallows,
Sleeping mandarin ducks on the warm beach.
Xiaochun Meng Haoran looked at the heron lodge in Wang Zhihuan.
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
Climb another floor and look a thousand miles away, but now I remember that night, the storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken?
Acacia Wang Wei birds sing Wei.
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Wang Wei of Luzhai thinks about Li Bai at night.
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
In Qiupu Song, Li Bai met Liu Changqing, the owner of the snowy Furong Mountain.
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan Leyou Li Shangyin's Tomb
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
A boat on the river, a fisherman in his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. Li Shangyin's Short Message to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night (four rhymes)
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Du Mu's Mountain Walk (
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills. Li Bai's "Early Making Baidicheng"