Tang Bai Juyi
The journey is sad, and the ancestral account leaves the throat.
Tristan doesn't have to keep five horses, and Huang En can only stay for three years.
Song mats are laid under the shade of green vines, and prostitutes boats are parked in red lotus flowers.
Looking back everywhere, you can love, but it is not the lake that is difficult.
Hangzhou Fang Hui
Tang Bai Juyi
I haven't drunk much since I left Qiantang Mountain River, and I'm too lazy to recite poems.
I want to report this intention to West Lake.
Send the title of Yuhang County Building to Ambassador Pei.
Tang Bai Juyi
The official calendar is 20 years, and the official tour is 30 years.
Jiangshan and romance, the most unforgettable thing is Hangzhou.
At the end of the sand embankment in the north, at the head of the stone embankment in the West Lake.
Green bamboo shoots leave in spring, and red candles return to the boat at night.
I dare not leave my love, but I miss the old days.
With this sentence sung by Jun, the topic is the building.
He Xichuan Li Shangshu Hangzhou Yue Wei Tour Room Taiwei West Lake
Yuxi Liu Tang
Hanchuan trees fall at night, and jade hooks hang on the West Lake. The flag was surrounded by water and the ship was submerged.
I am eager to recall the past, and my heart is like a * * *. Seven laws have been in existence for a long time, and the rhyme is sad for autumn.
Yingzhou is having a banquet at the West Lake Pavilion.
Don Xu Hun
I don't know how to go back to the West Lake for a feast, but a song and a glass of wine.
The city takes the sunset to smell the drums, and the temple looks at the balcony against the autumn water.
Lantianke is still noisy, and Guiyan is a rare bird.
If you want to sign a car to cross Gongluo, the frost chrysanthemum goes around the pool.
Tiaoxi fishing map
Tangluoyin
When Lv Wang exhibited the temple, the straight hook fishing country was even better.
If you teach students to live on the West Lake, you must also provide fish for the house.
Farewell to West Lake
Don Li Shen
The leaves of Pu look withered, and the birds on the waves are lonely.
Wind pipe music is easy to scatter flowers, but loom feathers are difficult to float.
Snow deceives spring and destroys fragrant calyx early, while falcon stirs autumn and blows green.
Colorful hair has no place to live, and sighing at the bridge is a kind of sadness.
Topic Lin' andi
Song Lin Sheng
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
Warm winds intoxicated tourists and made Hangzhou a Bianzhou.
Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao
Song Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Drinking on the lake, it rains after Chu Qing.
Song sushi
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Wang Yuee tomb
Yuan
The grass is separated from the tomb of the king of Hubei, and the stone beast is in danger.
Officials in Nandu look down on the state capital, but the people in the Central Plains are still looking forward to Wang Shi's banner.
When a hero is killed, it is too late to regret, and the world is doomed.
Don't sing this poem to the West Lake. I can't sing it.
Yixihu
Zhangming huangyan
I met Xizi Lake in my dream, but I woke up in a vague dream.
The Wu Tomb of Gaoling is connected with Suzhong, adding a new temple.
West lake miscellaneous poems
Qing huangren
Cherish tourists' paintings, embroider the wrong platform, and spread it in the shade.
The song dynasty bought thousands of land and won Qiantang ten hectares of lake.
Suosanmen Bay in Wen Yi forced Zhejiang to own three ships carrying soldiers.
Qing Kang Youwei
The desolate white horse plays the city flute and dreams of the six bridges of West Lake.
Great country. Who can see it? The sound of waves breaks the tide in Zhejiang.
Swim grass
Modern and contemporary Yu Dafu
Wuyi Thirty-six Xiongfeng and Qingxi Jiuqu are different.
If you look at the scenery from a strange place, the West Lake will eventually be a small "flowering tree"
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
This is the first and tenth song of my withered heart, Yu Guangzhong's Waiting for You in the Rain;
Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow rain.
The cicada falls and the frog rises.
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but do you think
Every lotus is like you.
Especially through the dusk, through the drizzle.
Eternity, instant, instant, eternity
Waiting for you outside time and within time,
Waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity.
If your hand is in my hand, at this moment.
If your qingfen
In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace.
This hand should be
Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp on Mulan boat.
A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.
Hanging like an eardrop
Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come.
Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.
Like a poem.
You come from a love story.
From Jiang Baishi, rhymes, there you are.
I have read many comments on this poem, and what impressed me the most was a wonderful passage about the science museum and Swiss watches, which was said to be a combination of classical and modern. However, personally, the appearance of these two images may be the only failure of this poem, and the combination of suit and melon hat makes people feel uncomfortable.
Second, the ninth time, Lin's "Laughter":
Her eyes, her lips,
There is a circular vortex on the lips.
As beautiful as dew,
A bright smile.
Hiding in the shining shell teeth.
It was a smile-God's smile, a beautiful smile:
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing at her loose curly hair,
Scattered in her ear.
Soft as a flower shadow,
Itchy sweetness
Into your heart.
It was a smile-a poetic smile, a picturesque smile:
Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
It is said that Xu Zhimo began to write poems because he admired this talented woman. However, Lin finally chose Liang Sicheng, and later many people knew the name because of this allusion. I don't think a name that can write such a work needs to be recited by allusions.
Third, the eighth song, Fei Ming's "Star":
The stars in the sky,
It is said to be eternal spring flowers.
The shadow of begonia flowers on the east wall,
The star cluster says this is the eternal autumn moon.
Waking up in the morning is a winter night dream.
Last night's midnight star,
Wipe the net bright and beautiful,
Sparse without losing,
The same is true of spring flowers and autumn moons.
Children are not fish.
Feng Wenbing incorporated his beloved Lao Zi and Zhuang Zi into his poems, and his thoughts flowed everywhere in his works. Compared with him, those so-called philosophical poems are not in the same class at all.
The fourth and seventh songs, Bian's "The Chapter":
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape man is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
This one is the most famous among all the works with the theme of broken chapters. But many authoritative critics' explanations are different from the author's own.
The fifth and sixth songs, Zheng Chouyu's "mistakes":
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
The sting doesn't ring, and the curtain doesn't open in March.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
Perhaps this mistake is not only said to the people in the window, but also to passers-by, because it is not him who is waiting in the window. Many of Zheng Chouyu's poems are worth reading, especially Mistress.
Sixth, the fifth "Dead Water" by Wen Yiduo:
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you throw more rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
A few petals of peach blossoms are embroidered on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Full of pearl foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
And a little image.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
Look at the world he created.
Only such a person can write such a work.
Seven, the fourth song, Feng Zhi's "Snake":
My loneliness is a long snake,
Cold with nothing to say-
Girl, in case you dream about it,
Don't be afraid!
He is my faithful companion,
With warm homesickness in my heart:
It's thinking about the dense grassland,
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Thick black silk on your head.
It's as light as moonlight,
Sneak past you;
Catch your dream for me,
Like a crimson flower.
Feng Zhi is called "the most outstanding lyric poet in China" by Lu Xun, and only he can write such works. His southern night was too good to say anything.
Eight, the third song, He Qifang's "Prediction":
This heartbeat day has finally arrived.
The footsteps of the sighing night are approaching.
I can't hear the whispers of leaves and the night wind clearly.
The graceful hoof sound made by elk when they galloped on the moss path.
Tell me, tell me with your bell.
Are you a young god in prophecy?
You must come from the warm south,
Tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there,
Tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers.
How swallows are infatuated with Populus davidiana.
I will fall asleep in your dreamy singing,
I seem to remember that warmth, but I seem to forget it.
Please stop, stop your tired running,
Come in, there's a tiger mattress for you to sit on.
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn,
Listen to me sing my own song in a low voice.
That song will be as gloomy and high as fire,
Tell me about my fiery life.
Don't go forward, there is an endless forest ahead.
The ancient trees are marked by wild animals,
Twisted like a half-dead rattan python,
There is not a star in the thick leaves.
You will be too timid to let go of the second step,
When you hear the empty echo of the first step.
Do you have to go? Please wait for me to go with you.
My feet know every safe way,
I can keep singing the songs I forgot,
I will give it to you, I will give it to you.
The night cut us off,
You can look me in the eye in the blink of an eye.
You didn't listen to my exciting song,
Your feet won't stop because of my trembling,
Like a quiet breeze blowing through this dusk,
Disappeared, lost your proud steps. ...
Ah, you are finally as speechless as you predicted.
Young God, can't you speak when you die?
What is the limit of gorgeous language? Here it is. Of course, there are his dream songs and garlands.
Nine, the second song, Dai Wangshu "Rain Lane":
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She has the color of lilacs,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Walking silently,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached silently and threw it again.
Breathing eyes
She drifted like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Eliminate her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
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Ten, the first song, Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge:
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed.
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
I don't think this poem is better than Rain Lane, but it is not as good as it is on the whole. But I can't help it. There are two really wonderful sentences, and I don't need to say them.