Mount Zhongnan
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Wang Wei
Original:
its massive height near the City of Heaven, joins a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. White clouds in the back of the synthesis of a piece, blue haze into the mountains disappeared.
a central peak divides the wilds, and weather into many valleys. Want to find a house in the mountain to stay, the water conductor asked the woodcutter can be convenient?
in the mountain of Sushiyi
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Han Yi
Original text:
Clouds are not * * * This mountain is neat, and the mountain is hazy and grey, but it looks lost.
xiao yue is temporarily flying in a tall tree, and the autumn river is separated by several peaks to the west. Write a poem that describes the mountains and green clouds
Clouds are in the sky, and the mountains are everywhere.
brocade is wrapped around the waist, and Zigui is worried about his hometown tonight. An ancient poem
Looking at the Moon
describing the clouds surrounding the mountains. Date: Tang Author: Du Fu
what a majestic sight of holy Mountain Tai!, vast greens stretch across Qi and Lu, the two lands high..
the Maker endowed all the mystic Nature grace here, and? a day at once into dawn and dusk comes by..
Ceng Yun, and the birds fly back and forth before my strained eye..
once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.. An ancient poem about fog
The breeze and the bright moon are priceless, and there are feelings near the water and distant mountains. The fog locks the mountains and mountains, and the sky is connected with the water. Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, it comes at midnight and goes at dawn. When it comes like a spring dream, it goes like a cloud without hiding. The mountains are full of water and light, and the fog is falling for miles. At first glance, I suspected the Tibetan and Han temples, but the sunlight did not cover Qin Lou. After the rain, the red bridge is full of flowers, and the catkins stick to the mud all night. There is no fog in the morning and there is no fog in the morning, and the spring mountain is as frightening as the distance. The fog is lost, the moon is lost, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. Poems of mountain fog? Urgent!
Sitting at the Water Pavilion at night endows you with a mist —— Tang Liyi
When the moon sets, the cold fog rises, and Shen Sihao is familiar with Sichuan.
the birds are scattered, and the mountains are pale.
the desert sand is on the road, and it's outside the island.
it's better to rely on distant trees, and want to be poor intermittently.
the distant mountains are clear and blue with fog —— Tang Li Shimin
The remnant clouds gather in the green ridge, and the evening mist forms the sky.
it's all green with glaze, and it's half red with hidden clouds.
it's like the first month, and it's breezy.
also because of the three miles, the crown and cover are far from each other.
Tang Li Shimin's blue breath has been smoked in the palace, and Xin Rui is half-dressed.
the color contains light and heavy fog, and the fragrance attracts the wind.
the trees are thick and soft, and the lingering flowers are thin and covered with red.
when it's raining, it seems to be hidden in the air.
"Fog"-Don Li Qiao
Cao Gong was fascinated by Chu Ze, and Han Di went out of Pingcheng.
Zhuolu is quiet and Danshan Ji is bright.
the smoke is slightly heavier, but the rain is lighter.
if it's not a bear sign, I'd rather think about it.
Ode to the Fog —— Don Dong Sigong
The Cangshan Mountain is dead, and the green view will sink.
in the south, the leopard hides in the morning, and the monkey sings at night in Wuxia.
it's cold, and the scenery is dark.
The supermarket to be visited will go to Huayin.
Ode to the Fog —— Don Su Weidao
The remote people started their lives.
at first glance, it looks like a dragon sword, but it is also suspected of reflecting a mirage.
the forest is dense with rain, and the diameter is floating with smoke.
Fang Xie Gong overstepped his stride and eventually swam with Yanfu.
A Journey in the Lingwu —— Don Wei Yingwu
In autumn, the sea fog is heavy, and the Ministry comes out in the early morning. The vastness of the sky and the sky, dissolving the mystery of the day. Just look at the white temples, and look at the clothes. If you don't know how to ride, you will lose all the trees in the suburbs. My skin chills when I sneeze by mistake. You deserve a drink, and you can use it. Tags: Classic Composition Previous: Poems describing Nanjing's nothing Next: Northeastern two-person turn to talk show lines.