Snow waves, silver waves and clouds are dancing. The moon shadow is exquisite, and the green grass is fascinated by the spring road. Don't worry don't frown, butterfly heart is jealous. Dream roll rain curtain wind dark concern. The willow shadows are hazy and the flocks are sticky with fog. Don't worry about new things, expect pity. The nearest flower
Three strands, winding, ups and downs. It's better not to see each other, and it's harder to leave. You should know how to beat loneliness and cherish flowers. Since autumn, my heart ached, even though I was speechless. Cross-strait, multi-meaning, cuckoo sound bitter. Tears ran out in the pavilion, and I watched the sunset. Banana meets drizzle again, duckweed meets duckweed, and it is sour and clear. More of a sigh, how many things went wrong and failed! Slow voice and hatred
The breeze is blowing gently, the drizzle is falling, and the lotus pond leaves are rolling. Competing to see the hibiscus bloom, who are you competing with? Dragonfly has long wanted to talk, so she should know her. Drunk dancing and joy, a wisp of fragrance sent away. Swift in the water, hoping that the sunset will reflect the red cup lamp. If you miss the past, you may become a dream again. My heart is not cold, the moon is not round, and my face is full of tears. Ask where you are going, how can you bear to watch, and don't let the boat dock. Slow voice love
In the past 50 years, the pavilion has been locked in the clear autumn, with moss on the front steps and roller blinds. Xiangmo lamented that she had no feelings and was soft-hearted and wanted to say it. The running water is ruthless, and I feel the spring sky, with tears in my eyes; In the mirror, I describe myself as thin, thinking leisurely and hating leisurely. Cut plums
6 Red fades away, green fades away, Peng withered and broken, and a few acres of residual lotus fragrance is cold. In the hot summer, geese fly cold, it rains a thousand times, and Yuanyang has no shadow. Lotus dragonflies are ethereal, chilling and wailing, and the autumn pond in the half garden is completely destroyed. Poor high curative value, west wind, Lv Yun, leaving only a dream. Queqiao County Hà Thu
Ling Xue is a beautiful branch, spreading cold incense in the dark is very clever. High curative value smoked Fei inclined temples, don't teach pears proud. Thin shadows compete fiercely with horizontal windows, laughter in the snow, and ringing bells are noisy. Three strokes of the bright moon, who to take a photo with. Plum blossoms in the rain
Excerpts from Beautiful Ancient Poems 2 "Night in Clear Autumn"
Clear autumn rain clouds blowing yarn,
The breeze slowly dragged the Tianhe River.
Tianhe particles are like starlight,
Twinkling shines on the world.
The feeling of looking at the moon
The breeze and the bright moon are empty and stagnant,
It's futile when it's beautiful.
I'm proud of the spring breeze. I'm going home.
Then a few desolate people told.
Jiangnan bridge
Xiushui, bridge opening slightly cold.
The drizzle is like smoke, and pedestrians on the bridge have empty umbrellas.
Red cotton blossoms on the other side are better than the sunset.
Swift came and went in a hurry, a gust of wind,
The flute sounded intermittently.
Song of Jiangnan
Among the smoked fish in the blue water balcony,
The sky is high and the tower stands in the center.
Green willows are planted two or three times,
For who? For who?
Flower commodity
Chrysanthemum in a light fog cage,
The drizzle is brewing in Chun Lv.
Corydalis reveals a true gentleman,
It is as big as a peony.
Sad glass
It's raining at dusk,
Idiot walks alone and never returns.
The pavilion will drink later,
Except for the smoke willow ten miles embankment.
Xiangchu.
Overlord broke the array and swallowed mountains and rivers,
Beautiful dust loves tears all over my shirt.
A sad song, Wujiang bright moon,
Wan Li territory, blowing snow.
Reflections on the examination
Cold light hanging at night,
This figure points to the stars.
Sitting at a scholar's desk,
A faint cold wave was born.
The mood of love
Castle peak will never change,
Everything flows eastward.
Traveling thousands of miles every day,
Thinking far away.
Youth journey
See you in Suzhou,
Everyone has a pillow river.
There is little idle land in this ancient palace.
There are many small bridges in the water lane.
magician
Swallows sing, and the evening clouds are flat.
Lengyue was silent outside the building.
Green vines climb over the water and sing,
The rain is clear.
It rains at night
Traveling at night in the misty rain,
The dim pavilion lamp was shattered.
Old love is infinitely sad,
Although people are still dead.
Dream back
All the flowers have withered, and the fragrance is still there.
Pingjiang River is full of ripples.
Looking up at the lonely star, tears twinkle,
The dream of the waning moon in the water is fragmented.
Affection is always annoyed by ruthlessness,
Loyal to wine.
north
In the twelfth month, the cold wind roared,
Desolate and desolate, the earth is worried.
Lonely and slender, with flowing springs,
The dark sky flies alone.
Passing through the lush south of the Yangtze River,
Generations are thousands of years old.
Snow country wind
Snow falls, Penglai cherry blossoms are red,
The national capacity is like the Guanghan Palace.
Thousands of rivers have water and thousands of rivers have moons.
Huaigang was booed.
Empty soul
The mist is still cold and heavy,
A thousand lights are dimly discernible.
Love is half the pain of parting,
Zhiyi is always young.
Song of bosom friend
Words fly, vows continue,
Exquisite ice and snow drunk Iraqis.
Gold is easy to get,
Confidantes are the hardest to find.
Excerpts from beautiful ancient poems 3 1. You don't know the strength of wine until you are drunk, and you don't know the dream until you wake up. It turns out that watching flowers wither is also a kind of pain.
Second, the picture of the world of mortals, who painted the love of life and death? In the end, I can only keep the same face. This is a thousand years.
Third, the bright moon does not know how to hate, and the oblique light goes to wear Zhu Hu. -Yan Shu's "Magpie Tread"
Fourth, the breeze is wet and the tea smoke is blowing.
5. If you win, you will lose, you will worry and resent. There is wine today, and I will be drunk tomorrow.
Sixth, that unforgettable' commitment', who spoke for the rain at that moment.
I stand alone on the edge of clouds and water, looking at you, whom I can't wait for, and frostbitten flowers bloom in my palm. I've been singing this song all my life, and I'll wait for you to make peace after I fade away.
You never gave me a look back, but I always smiled at you.
Nine, Han Xiao boundless, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, destiny takes a hand, become the past.
Ten, there is a kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, there is a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.
Eleven, who wrote the feelings into a book but recorded them in a book, only remembering the past years.
Twelve, the feeling is stronger, the edge is like the wind, the brocade is slightly cold, and the cold sleeves help the sick.
Thirteen, life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. -Ouyang Xiu's "Spring on the Jade Tower"
Fourteen, snuff injury, landing into ashes, home, green hills and boundless clouds.
Fifteen, the vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is exhausted.
Sixteen, this star seems to be not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the dark. -Huang Jingren's Two Poems of Love
Seventeen, the clock hangs under the eaves, the eaves are guarded by the clock, and the clock does not know; The wind moves the clock, the clock is the song of the wind, and the wind is incomprehensible; The world says that ruthlessness is the wind; I mean, what's wrong with being stupid!
Eighteen, if I speak first, will the days still flow like running water?
Nineteen, look at the clouds under the cliff, the wind is rustling on the cliff, and the pear blossoms are still as falling as they were.
Twenty, people and the sky are empty, why forget each other, why laugh and be surprised.
Excerpts from beautiful ancient poems 4 1, Yun Fei's misty scattered jade, there are endless ways.
2, dust has always been like water, it is rare to cry, why bother? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.
3. Never look back, why not? Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.
Who should be robbed by whom will become stubborn.
Looking at the sun and the moon that day, it was silent. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.
6. Have you ever known that the bright moon shines on the water, but not at that time, and we met each other late?
7. If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine in my life.
8. With the passage of time, the past events covered by years are fleeting, and a faint sadness is cast in a hurry.
9. In an instant, the dust will be broken, if there are no bamboo leaves.
10, peach blossom brilliant castanets rosewood moonlight empty burning mirror.
1 1, Qianshan, I can't bear to leave the green clothes.
12, turn around, a ray of Leng Xiang is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife?
13, now my hair sounds like I didn't smell the sigh of my last life.
14, the fog cleared, I woke up, and I finally saw the truth, which was Qian Fan's silence.
15, all kinds of stories, but it hurts. When Xiao Shui goes, the moon is like frost.
Excerpts from China's Ancient Beautiful Poems 5 "Hua Yu"
Flowers are different from year to year, and people of all ages are similar.
Drink sake at night and turbid moon, and lie drunk until dawn.
It's a new chapter in the year, and my fingertips roll over the sunset.
Covering the frost and snow to welcome the spring, firecrackers are old.
The shame of Jiao Yang
How vast the Hanshui River is, and it will be closed at dusk in a few days.
Suddenly, it began to rain slightly, and the sky was clear.
When the soul is happy, it is enchanting.
It's not the fire platform on the top of the mountain, which blocks the clouds and the sun.
The laws are harsh and cover people's eyes and ears in class.
Smoke all the way, who knows in the dead of night.
There is no sunny day in the morning, and there is artificial smog everywhere.
There are policies and orders, and the fog is full of dongcheng river.
Search westward
Pay attention to the running water, it's freezing outside the cold window, and a few times the red dust and fine eyebrows are burning, just waiting for the spring to bloom.
Birds fly to the west nest, ten thousand branches wither, and clouds and fog flock to the thrush. Ask if you've ever been lost again.
Snow without trace
A few flowers shake the cold wind, countless frost tears dye the floating dust, dead branches shake the residual snow, and fill the rut without trace of time.
A few nights of spring sleep, and weeping willows blowing, a song of Southern Yan singing late cold in September, looking forward to the next year.
Winter goes and spring comes, flowers bloom everywhere, snow reflects bumper years, wheat smiles fat, bees pick yellow flowers to welcome swallows, and another tree blooms.