Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Chai Lu by Wang Wei
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.
Wang Wei's Acacia
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.
When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? .
On Zuyong's Looking at the Snow Peak in Central South.
Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.
After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.
Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
At Heron Bird Villa.
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman in his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Li Shangyin's Le You Tomb
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Liu Changqing's Playing the Piano
The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
Du Fu's "Eight Arrays"
During the Three Kingdoms period, you made unparalleled achievements, and you gained a permanent reputation by invading.
Beside the changing river, it stands in stone texture, leaving him to grieve and hate Yan Fei Wu.
Bai Juyi's Grass
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire never completely devoured them. They have grown taller in the spring breeze.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
The Wandering Son by Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Li Bai's Guan Shanyue
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Looking at the moon reminds me of a distant place in Zhang Jiuling.
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
Wang Bo's "Farewell to Vice Governor Du to Shu"
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place.
If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels.
Du Fu's Hope in Spring
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.
Du Fu's "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.
Wang Wei's My Retreat in Zhongnanshan
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
William Wang Liangzhou Ci
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away.
Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times.
Wanglushan Waterfall Author: Li Bai
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the Way to Yangzhou
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
"Early Baidu City" by Li Bai
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.
Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
Wang Changling's Out of the Fortress
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.
But make Longcheng fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
Wang Zhihuan's Out of the Fortress
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
Liuyong Author: He
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Du Fu, a unique flower explorer by the river.
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.
Qingming author: Du Mu
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Xing Shan Author: Du Mu
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Title Chengnan Zhuang Author: Cui Hu
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Singing Goose (Robin Wang)
Goose, goose, goose
Xiang Tiange.
White hair floating green water,
The red palm clears the waves.
Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran)
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
I wonder how many flowers have been broken.
Chai Lu (Wang Wei)
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain.
However, I think I heard a voice.
Sunlight enters the Woods,
Reflected from the green moss to me.
At Heron Mountain Villa (Wang Zhihuan)
The mountains covered the white sun,
The ocean drained the golden river.
But you expanded your horizons by 300 miles,
Walk up a flight of stairs.
Youzhou Tower (Chen Ziang)
Where were those lost times before me? ,
Behind me, where is the next generation? .
I think of heaven and earth, with no limit and no end.
Shave off alone.
Quiet night thinking (Li Bai)
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,
Is there frost already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
I sank again and suddenly remembered home.
Minnong (Li Shen)
When weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped on the ground.
Who knows the Chinese food on the plate,
Every single grain is the fruit of hard work.
Jiang Xue (Liu Zongyuan)
There are no birds in the mountains,
A thousand roads without footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak,
An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
Farewell to ancient grass (Bai Juyi)
The endless grassland on the plain,
As each season comes and goes.
Wildfire never devours them,
They have grown taller in the spring breeze.
Qiu Puge (Li Bai)
White hair three thousands of feet,
Fate is like a long sorrow.
I don't know. In the mirror,
Where did you get the autumn frost?
Gulangyue Star (Li Bai)
I didn't know the moon when I was young.
Call it the golden plate.
I also doubt Yao Taijing,
Fly in the blue sky
Farewell in the mountains (Wang Wei)
My friend, I watched you go down the mountain,
Until now, in the dark, I closed the thatched door.
Spring grass is green every year,
But my friend prince, will you? ?
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain (Li Bai)
Birds fly high,
Lonely clouds go to leisure alone.
Never tired of looking at each other,
Only Jingting Mountain.
Ma Shi (Li He)
The sand in the desert is like snow.
Yanshan moon is like a hook.
How to be a golden brain,
Let's step on the clear autumn.
Look at two or three miles at a glance (anonymous)
Look at two or three miles,
There are four or five smoke villages.
There are six or seven trees in front of the door.
Eighty or ninety flowers.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu)
Good rain knows its correct time;
When spring comes, it will fall.
The wind blows its mouth at night;
Silent, it moistens everything.
Yue Nv's Ci (Li Bai)
Nishino United color girl,
Sing back when you meet the guest.
Laugh into the lotus,
I can't pretend to be ashamed.
Yeshan Temple (Li Bai)
This dangerous building is 100 feet high.
Hands can pick stars.
Dare not speak loudly,
Afraid of shocking the world.
Ikekami (Bai Juyi)
The little baby holds the boat,
Steal Bai Lianhua back.
Don't understand the trace,
Duckweed blooms together.
Night berth on Jiande River (Meng Haoran)
When my boat was moored in the fog,
As the sun fades, old memories begin.
How wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven,
How clear the moon is on the water! .
Acacia (Wang Wei)
When those red berries come in spring,
Wash your southern branches.
Give me a hug and go home,
As a symbol of our love.
Lord of Furong Mountain in Every Snow (Liu Changqing)
Sunset in the distance,
The weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking,
The snowstorm came again at night.
A note for the absent ecluse (Jia Dao)
When I asked your students under the pine tree,
"My teacher," he replied, "went to collect medicine".
But towards which corner of the mountain,
How can I tell through these clouds? .
Youziyin (Meng Jiao)
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
Song of Tomorrow (Wen Jia)
Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow,
There are so many tomorrows.
I live tomorrow,
Everything is wasted.