Who can see real people in the west, dressed in seven treasures? -Su Shi's "Answers to Memories of Painting Buddha in Kaiyuan Temple, Wu Daozi"
With this fragrance, it should be from the heart, and it will rain in both the east and the west. -Huang Tingjian's Sixteen Arhats in Nanshan
Where are the guests from? Cloud me west. -Wen Tianxiang's "Send Liu Qifa to Shu"
Middle-aged wife is tired, and West is willing to die. -Chen Shidao's "Ten Poems in Autumn"
Why does Shiro face the west? I want to meet Dong Lang across the river. -Caoye Xilangshan Scenic Area
The white gods in the west are scared when they see it, and the mother gods will cry. -Li He's "Spring Square Zhengzi Sword Song"
I used to be a guest in the East, but now I am an insider in the West. -Bai Juyi sat by the water.
Different from the western gods, this is the realm of water essence. -Cheng's Snow Buddha Monument
I was born in the emperor's family because I was born in the west. -Aisingiorro Fu Lin's Poem of Returning to the Mountain in Shunzhi.
2. Including western poems, full of deep affection for Gu Guangting, I hope not to indulge in the west.
-Ouyang Zhan's "Playing the Moon" Who can see western real people, dressed in seven treasures? -Su Shi's Answer to the Question of Recalling Wu Daozi's Painting Buddha in Kaiyuan Temple is a fragrance that should arouse the heart, and it rains in both the east and the west.
—— Huang Tingjian's "Sixteen Poems of Nanshan Lohan Zan" Where do the guests come from? I am in the west. -Wen Tianxiang's "Send Liu Qifa to Shu" Middle-aged wife is tired of dying in the west.
-Chen Shidao's "Autumn Ten Poems" What is Xilang facing the West? I want to meet Dong Lang across the river. -Cao Ye's "Xilangshan Scenic Area" proposed that Xibaidi was shocked to cry in the autumn suburbs of Guimu.
-Li He's "Chunfang Zhengzi Jianzi Song" used to be a guest in the East, but now it is an insider in the West. -Bai Juyi's "Sitting by the Water" is different from the western immortals, and now it is the realm of water.
-Cheng "Snow Buddha Monument" I am a child of the West. Why was I born in the emperor's house? -Aisingiorro Fu Lin's Poem of Returning to the Mountain in Shunzhi.
Beautiful foreign poems 1 Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. The tears of the earth keep her smile young. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
Great despair burns the love of a blade of grass. She shakes her head and flies away with a smile. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water.
Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Her wishing face haunts my dreams like rain at night. Once, we dreamed that we were strangers.
When we wake up, we know that we love each other. Once we dream that we are strangers. We woke up only to find each other dead. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest. Some invisible hands, like an idle breeze, are playing the music in my heart. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. "This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?" "It's eternal silence." What is your language, sea water? The language of eternal questions. What's your answer, sky? The language of eternal silence. Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it loves you.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. The illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. They whispered happily in my heart. These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. You can't see yourself, you can only see your own shadow.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. God, my wish is stupid. They shout in your song. Let me hear it.
My wishes are tools, and they should cross your song, my Lord. Let me listen. I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me.
I can't choose the best. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them. My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.
My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life. 23 "Our rustling leaves have a voice in response to the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? " "I'm just a flower."
We, the rustling leaves, all have voices to respond to the storm, but who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower. Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes. Rest is what the eyes are to the eyes. 25 people are newborn children, and his strength is the strength of growth.
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth. God wants us to reward him because of the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the earth. God wants us to answer him in the flowers he gave us, not in the sun and the land. Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat.
The light plays like a naked child, like a happy green leaf. It doesn't know that people can lie. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flat mirror of your mirror. My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes on it her signature in tears: "I love you."
4. What are the ancient poems about foreign countries? 1 "Send Liu Si directly to Anxi"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The road leading to the remote western regions has raised the smoke and dust of the border jam.
Only a few geese flew by in the whole spring, and few pedestrians were seen on the road.
Alfalfa will be introduced to Ferganama, and grape varieties will also be brought with Hanwang Gong.
This should frighten foreigners into asking.
2 "Express my feelings"
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Kun
After several trips to the East Hall, I thanked my talents and would like to wait and see the return of Laoshan.
I don't think it's because I've been away from home for a long time. Some people are from other places.
3 "Send Ping Lian Ran Judge"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
If you don't know the way to Yangguan, you will stay away from the new. Huang Yun's spring scenery was broken, and he drew a corner to worry about his side.
The vast sea has been here for years, and the river flows out of the river. Let foreign ambassadors know how to drink the moon head.
4. "Impression of Zheng, Assistant Minister of Punishment"
Tang Dynasty: Dong Li
Send a white cloud master, when Shu lies high. Neighboring monks shine on the cold bamboo, and birds stay in the autumn pool.
The emperor recited Jia Lian's watch, while others recited sword poems. The stone canal breaks in Ryutsuki, and the painting angle breaks in the river.
Release the gold and fly before the egrets. Public interest is above everything else, and foreign countries say they hope to push the two dynasties.
The static moss is oblique, and the solitary window is surrounded by tin branches. I am glad to see you in the snow, but my heart is bitter.
It's too late to go through the door. If you miss something, you will have to look at it eventually, and your name will be lost.
On the flat mound, you can see fairy mountain. A few words came out of the mouth, dead and shameless.
5 "Standing on a Tree, Carving Poems on the Sea"
Tang Dynasty: Li Zanhua
The mountain tops overwhelm the mountain tops, and the mountain tops are powerless. I was ashamed to meet my hometown people and went abroad from then on.
6 "Send a Taoist Master's Uncle Happy"
Tang Dynasty: Jiao Ran
Monks in Chu pushed the younger generation, and Tang Ben learned the new classics. Who will use a bamboo bottle to spread incense abroad?
Qiuyeli Temple, Spring Leaf Keting. Da Ruan is a county now, and you have the bluest eyes.
7 "Send to Tang Zhongcheng and Fan"
Tang Dynasty: Huangfuzeng
After China's success, we can learn from others. Lu has been spread, not to mention Han.
Longshang should look back, Heyuan gallops again. Lonely peak asked his disciples to see the people in silence.
Spring grass homesickness, border town travel dream. Don't go far, it's a token of gratitude.
5. The furthest distance in the world-ancient western love poems
Author: Tagore (India)
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
You don't know I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
You don't know I love you.
But obsessed with love
But you can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I love you
I miss you so much.
But it can only be buried deep in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love each other.
But we can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
Do not love each other
But we can't be together.
But knowing that true love is invincible
Pretend not to care.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between trees.
But branches that grow from the same root.
But can't depend on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But the stars look at each other.
But there are no intersecting trajectories.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the trajectory between stars.
But even if the tracks intersect,
But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.
But we haven't met yet.
It is doomed to be impossible to come together.
The furthest distance in the world
Is the distance between fish and birds.
One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea.
6. Poems describing east wind, south wind, west wind and north wind 1, poems describing east wind:
Dongfeng does not cooperate with Zhou Lang, and Tongque spring locks Er Qiao.
2. Poems describing the south wind:
The south wind starts in May, and I want you to go to Baling.
3. Poems describing the west wind:
The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning moon.
4. Poems describing the north wind:
The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
1, a poem describing Dongfeng:
Dongfeng does not cooperate with Zhou Lang, and Tongque spring locks Er Qiao.
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden. (Han Yi >)
2. Poems describing the south wind:
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. (Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting")
In May, the south wind is booming. You think you are going to Baling.
3. Poems describing the west wind:
The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning moon.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
(Yan Shu: "The Recent Flowers")
4. Poems describing the north wind:
The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
(Gao Shi: "Don't be big")
7. Many ancient poems about the west are frontier poems, such as Wang Changling's "Out of the Great Wall": Qin Guan Mingyue, the people did not return on the Long March. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan. An ancient battle song by Li Qi: By going up the mountain in bright daytime, we scan the sky for the torch of war, and at yellow dusk, we feed our horses in the border river. The dark wind blew bursts of sounds, like the pipa of a princess in the Han Dynasty, full of hidden grievances. The clouds in the wilderness are not near the city wall at all, and the rain and snow cover the boundless desert. The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears. It is said that Yumenguan has blocked the road, so the soldiers can only follow the general around. Every year we bury our bones in the desert and watch Pu Tao enter the Han family. Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci: The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is an isolated city of Wan Ren. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! William Wang's Liangzhou Ci: A glass of glowing wine urges you to drink the pipa immediately. Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times. Lipper
Guan Shanyue: The bright moon rises from the sky and is shrouded in the infinite haze of the 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. How hard it is to look at the border town and feel homesick.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Wait a minute.
In addition, Li Bai's Shu Dao Nan and Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night are both works.
Li Bai, Du Fu and Xue Tao are all Sichuanese. They all wrote many poems about the local area. You can find a lot. In addition, many poets went to the west to be officials. You can find a lot. I won't list them one by one.
8. Poems about foreign countries: Hello: 1. Clouds and wet clothes are close to you, and the sound of spring water makes you sleepy, and you feel the stream approaching. Riding a stream in the lonely moon on the horizon, hungry apes crow in the mountains. Appreciation: Written by Emperor Xie E (786-842) (reigned 809-823). He is obsessed with Chinese studies and poetry. Very rare. 2. Toyotomi Hideyoshi's self-singing is like sunrise, which comes and goes in a hurry. Osaka is magnificent and dreamy. (Toyotomi Hideyoshi was written by Ji Xiuji. This poem was sung before he died. ) The sound of the loom stopped abruptly for three nights, and the bright moon in front of the window was like autumn water. My mother wanted to ask, but she lowered her eyebrows. The soul is homesick for thousands of miles. Attached to the original poem: Mom, how can I bear to knit? My heart is full of love for that person. Tagore's English poems have dug an insurmountable gap between you and the person who loves you with a cold heart. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow on the same root but cannot depend on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but the stars that look at each other but don't meet each other. The trajectory between the stars is that even if the trajectory meets, there is nowhere to look for it in an instant. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it for a moment, but that you are doomed to meet it before you meet it. The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird, one in the sky and the other in the sea. It's not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you, but that I love you so much that I can't say that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that we love each other but we can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not when we love each other but pretend not to care at all, even when we know that love is invincible; The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between two trees, but even if the branches of two trees grow together, The furthest distance in the world is not that you love each other but can't meet each other, but that two stars watch each other but can't meet each other. The farthest distance in the world is not that there is nowhere to find after the two tracks meet, but that you are doomed not to be together without meeting. The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds. When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, take a nap by the fire. Please take down this book and read it slowly and dream of you. How many people love your joyful and elegant moments, love your beauty with hypocrisy or sincerity, but only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the sadness on your aging face. Bend down by the burning fireplace, whisper with sadness, how love dies, pace on the mountains overhead, and hide your face among the stars. When you are old and sleepy and dozing off by the fire, please write a poem. I remember you once had a pair of gentle eyes with a few shadows in the corner of your eyes. How many people loved you when you were young and beautiful? True or false love your beauty, but only one person loves the holiness of your soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. Looking back at the red stove, I tell you sadly how love slipped away, ran to the mountain above, and hid her face in the stars. At the foot of Bumble Mountain, Ye Zhi 6 lies at the bare foot of Bumble Mountain, and Ye Zhi lies in the middle of Lifu Cemetery in Lamke. An ancestor used to be the principal there. Many years ago, there was a church nearby, on the roadside, an ancient cross, no marble plaque, no rhetoric. On the limestone collected nearby, according to his instructions, these words are engraved: throw away the cold eyes of life and death, knight, go forward bravely! (The last sentence is very famous. ) Tagore's I only have a few words that I'm not sure are poems. Hehe, you are alone in the boundless loneliness of your soul. A quiet and lonely girl is a lonely lotus, blooming in the branches of love. I once loved you, Pushkin. I once loved you: love may not be completely dead in my heart; I hope I won't bother you again, and I don't want to make you sad again. I used to love you silently and hopelessly, enduring shyness and jealousy; I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly. God bless you, and the other one will love you as much as I do.
9. Ancient poems related to the West: Lonely smoke in the desert, long rivers falling in the yen-Wang Wei (Tang), Make it to the fortress, teeth say that there is a phoenix que, iron horses ride around Longcheng, the snow draws flags in the dark, and the wind is noisy. -Yang Jiong (Tang), one of the four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty, "Joining the Army" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds and is a lonely mountain. Until the heavy sky joined the vast desert with their plaintive cries, the wild geese flew from night to night, and the Tatar children had many tears to shed. -Li Jie's "An Ancient Warsong" luminous glass of wine needs to be drunk immediately. I was drunk and didn't laugh on the battlefield, and I fought several wars in ancient times. -William Wang's "Liangzhou Ci" wears shining armor in hundreds of battles, but the Loulan is not returned. -Wang Changling's "Join the Army" is the third of the seven songs. The Qin dynasty was over, and the bright moon in the Han dynasty was closed, but the Long March was not completed. Don't teach Huma to go to Yinshan Mountain. -Wang Changling's "Going Out" is thousands of miles away, and the north wind blows geese and snow. -Gao Shi's "Don't move big" asked where the plum blossoms fell, and the wind blew all over the mountain overnight. -Gao Shi's "Listen to the flute on the plug" sent Yuan Er to Anxi for three thousand miles without a city or a camp, until the heavy sky met the desert snow, the wild geese flew every night, and the Tatar children shed tears. —————— Li Jie. The green willow in the guest house is new in color. I advise you to have a drink. There's no reason to go out from Yangguan in the west. I joined the army in the dark snow mountain in Changyun, Qinghai, Wang Changling, and looked at Yumenguan in the lonely city. The yellow sand has worn the golden armor for hundreds of battles, but it has not broken the Loulan, and it is gone forever. Young people in Geyingzhou, Yingzhou hate vilen, and foxes, furs and velvet are hunted at the gates. Lu wine is not intoxicating for a thousand minutes, and Hu can ride a horse at the age of twenty. The northeast border of China is filled with smoke and dust. Our generals left their families and strode forward together in order to repel the barbaric invaders. They looked like heroes and received the most merciful favor from the emperor. From the golden cutting drum to Guan Yu, they surrounded the stone tablet with a row of flying flags until their leader in the sand sea gave the order with feathers, and the hunting fire of the Tatar chieftain flashed along the Wolf Mountain. At the extreme edge of the mountains and valleys, but soon the barbarian's horse dashed in the wind and rain. The soldiers died in the first half of the year, and the beautiful girls still in the camp sang and danced for them. When Wang Wei rode his bike to the frontier, it was a country that had lived for a long time. This is a sign that Peng left and returned to Hutian. The vast desert is solitary smoke, the sunset on the yellow river is round. Xiaoguan rides every day. All the people are guarded by Ran Yan, just like the strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows open the petals of the Wannian pear tree. The bow becomes stiff and can hardly be pulled out, and all the people are guarded by iron clothes. The sand sea is deep with the ice, the clouds are bleak, and Wan Li is condensed. -I once participated in the plug-in of "Drinking in Changling, My Horse, Crossing the Autumn Water while We Are" and "A Snow White Farewell to the Field-Secretary Wu Comes Home"! And the water is as cold as a knife. Sha Shangping, I watched Lintao in the dark. Hit the Great Wall in the past, the word is high. Huang Chen is full of today, and his bones are messy. I can't see you, you are wandering. Sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven, this September night is blowing cold in the wheel tower and valley, full of broken boulder pecking measures, downward, upside down, with the wind, despite the gray grass, the Tatar horse is plump, the west of Jinshan, the smoke and dust gather, oh, the general of China army, start your battle! Wearing your armor all night, marching in the middle of the night, the limelight is like a knife. -These are classic western frontier poems. In fact, many poems describing the scenery in the west are widely circulated, so I won't give examples. I think there are some very famous ones you need to know about.