Bai Juyi in the night snow
has been stunned that the pillow is cold and the window is bright again.
I know the snow is heavy at night, and I can hear the sound of bamboo breaking.
entering the royal residence of ruoyexi
what is the common ground, and the empty water is * * * leisurely.
overcast clouds lead to distant caves, while sunny scenery flows back.
cicadas make the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is more secluded.
I feel homesick here, and I have been sad and tired for many years.
what's wrong with going canoeing into Cui Hao, Ruoyexi?
You've reached Yunlin.
sit in the fish and birds room and shake the landscape.
the sound in the rock answers, and the words in the stream are quiet.
everything is quiet, so stop looking at the scenery.
Stay in Furong Mountain in Liu Changqing every snow
At dusk, Cangshan Mountain is far away, and it is cold and white.
Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns to people at night.
Xiao Fa Zhao Wei
Travel should start early, and the situation will return to the south.
the moon's shadow ends in the mountains, and the bells are separated by Puwei.
the fireflies are reflected by the stars, and the leaves are falling and the birds are flying.
to cross Nanzhu, the trees are deep and the people are sparse.
Bai Juyi stays at the foot of the mountain
He stays at the foot of the mountain and walks quietly to the moon.
where there is water, there is the sound of mica at night.
Zhang Ji, a night-mooring near maple bridge
When the moon falls, birds are singing and frost is everywhere, and Jiang Feng is worried about sleeping.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to the passenger ship.
Stay at the Luoshi Pavilion to pay tribute to Cui Yong, Cui Zhou and Li Shangyin
The bamboo dock is clean and the water is clear, and the homesickness is separated from the heavy city.
The autumn is cloudy and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the rain.
Bo Qinhuai Du Mu
The smoke cage is cold and the moon is full of sand, and the night is near Qinhuai restaurant.
business women don't know how to hate national subjugation, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
There is Zhu Changwen in sight
The dragon is holding rain out of the cave, and the birds are flying with fragrance from the flowers.
See the bright moon where the white clouds break, and smell the clothes when the yellow leaves fall. 2. What are the poems that describe "quiet"?
The poems that describe "quiet" are
1. The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, of boughs and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
2. The cicada makes the forest quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded.
3. When there is a lack of moon, people will be quiet at first. Who saw eremita solo, as if the sky wild goose - like figure.
4. When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, it surprises the mountain birds, and when it sounds in the spring stream.
5. a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
1. The bamboo trail leads to seclusion, of boughs and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. -a buddhist retreat behind broken-mountain temple, which was often built in the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: The path hidden by the bamboo forest leads to the deep place, and the flowers and trees are lush and colorful before and after the meditation room.
2. The cicada makes the forest quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. -Entering Ruoyexi, a royal book of the Northern and Southern Dynasties
Interpretation: cicadas sing loudly, but the Woods are extraordinarily quiet; With the sound of birds singing, the mountains are more quiet than usual.
3. When there is a lack of moon, people will be quiet at first. Who saw eremita solo, as if the sky wild goose - like figure. -Su Shi's
Interpretation of "Bu Operator Huang Zhou Ding Hui Yuan Dwelling Work" in the Song Dynasty: The curved gouyue hangs on the sparse buttonwood tree; The night is quiet, and the water in the clepsydra has already dripped out. Who has seen a lonely person walking alone, like a lonely goose in the sky?
4. When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, it surprises the mountain birds, and when it sounds in the spring stream. -Interpretation of Wang Wei's "Birding Stream" in the Tang Dynasty: In the spring night, there is no voice, and the fragrant osmanthus falls gently. Green hills and clear forests are even more empty. The bright moon rose, which alarmed several perched mountain birds. Crisp singing, echoing the empty mountain stream for a long time.
5. a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint. -Interpretation of Jiang Xue by Liu Zongyuan in the Tang Dynasty: All mountains and birds are cut off; All the roads, no sign of people. 3. Poems about Quiet
Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone.
-Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain sneaked into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the river in the wild.
-Wei Yingwu's "at chuzhou on the western stream" and a thousand sounds are quieted, but the sound of the bell is over. -Chang Jian a buddhist retreat behind broken-mountain temple a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
-Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" cicadas make silence in the forest, while Tonamiyama is more secluded. -Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoyexi" people are idle, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
-Wang Wei's birdsong stream, how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!. -Meng Haoran's "a night-mooring on the jiande river" Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door.
-Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Living in a secluded place" sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * sky is the same color. -Wang Bo's Preface to Teng Wangge. 4. Poems about quietness
Who has abandoned leisure for a long time? Every spring comes, the melancholy remains the same. I often get sick and drink before I spend the day, but I don't care that my face is thin in the mirror. Why do I have to ask for new worries every year? The independent small bridge is full of wind and sleeves, and the people in Pinglin Crescent return home. The Jade Building is bleak and somewhat boring after parting. There are no books, and there are no books. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and thousands of leaves are all hate. Therefore, looking for it in a single pillow in a dream, the dream is not a light but also an ember. The butterfly garden is deep and deep, and the willows are piled with smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. Yule I have no plan to stay in the spring. I asked for flowers with tears in my eyes, and I flew over the autumn 7A 686964616FE7898E69D831333238663638 thousand. I waited for plum blossoms in the pavilion on the beach, and the grass was warm and swaying. My sadness gradually drifted away, and the distance was like spring water. My heart was tender, and my eyes were full of tears. And * * * calmly, hanging on to the east of Luocheng, always hand in hand at that time, traveling all over the fragrant bush. It's endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better, and we know who to be with. Where to go for a few days? Forget to come back, it's impossible to say that spring will be dusk. A hundred flowers will eat cold food, and the car will be tied in whose tree. When Shuang Yan comes, will we meet on a stranger? Stir up spring worries like catkins, and there is no place to find them in my dreams. Before the Jade Tower is finished in spring, I plan to say the date of return, but I didn't say that spring should be swallowed up first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. If you leave the song, don't renovate it, and a song can teach you how to knot your intestines. You must see all the flowers in Luoyang, and it is easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze. The youth tour is dry and sunny. More specifically, I remember Wang Sun. It rained on the light thunder pool outside Linjiang Xianchi, and the sound of the rain dripped and broke the lotus. The west corner of the small building was bright with rainbow, and it was dry and leaning, and the moonlight was born. Swallows flew to see the painting building, the jade hook hung down the curtain, the cool waves were motionless, the grain was flat, the water was pure and the pillow was double, and there were falling flowers on the bank. The butterfly flowers were swaying in the wind, and the willow was heavy with smoke and snow. The moon is shining on the pear blossom. Picking mulberry seeds is good in a canoe, winding around the West Lake, with green water and long banks of fragrant grass, and music is everywhere. When there is no wind, the water is glazed and slippery, and the boat moves and ripples slightly, and sand birds are startled to fly ashore to pick mulberry seeds. Spring rains are better than the West Lake, and hundreds of flowers are competing for beauty, butterflies are buzzing, and flowers are warming up on a sunny day. Lan Radial painted Ge. It's calm and calm, but the clouds are floating under the boat, and the water is clear and fresh, and the pitch lingers. It's suspected that there is another day in the lake. After picking mulberry seeds, the West Lake is good, the wolf is still red, the flying flocks are misty, and the weeping willows are dry all day. After all the tourists have gone, they feel the spring sky, the curtains are hanging down, and the two swallows are back in the drizzle. Who can enjoy the West Lake after picking mulberry seeds?
who knows, in the idle place, the grass is slanting, the water is far away and the smoke is faint, and a little Cangzhou egrets fly. The West Lake is fine on the Qingming Festival, and it is full of prosperity, and the green willows and bamboos take the bus. Tourists will go at dusk, wake up drunk and make a noise, and the road turns to the embankment until the city head is always blooming. When the lotus flowers are picked, the West Lake will be fine, and when the wine comes. Go home drunk. The mulberry leaves are beautiful in water and the West Lake is full of fresh clouds. Gulls and herons are sleeping, so you should be used to listening to the orchestras. The wind is clear and the moon is white, and it is suitable for the night. Anyone who envies Luan is a fairy in the boat. The sunset of mulberry leaves shines on the West Lake, and the flowers are flat and flat, and there are no boats on the wild shore. The southwest month floats away. The pitch flies in the spring of 2 years. Returning is like a Liaodong crane, and the people of the city are all new. Who knows the old owner? When Ruan Lang returned to the South Garden in the spring, the wind and the smell of Ma Si, the green plums were like peas and willows, the days were long and butterflies flew, the flowers were heavy, the grass smoke was low, people's curtains hung down, the swings were careless and the clothes were untied, and the painted beams lived in Shuang Yan. The south singer had a golden mud belt and a dragon jade palm comb. Idleness hindered the embroidery, and asked how the word Yuanyang was born. Linjiang Xian remembered that Jin Luan sang the first song together, and the country was prosperous in the spring breeze. Now, he is an old official, and he has lost Qujiang flowers for ten years. It is said that Langshan leads to Langyuan, and the building is high, but you can't see your family. It's hard to leave the lonely city when it's cold, and the mangrove trees are far away. He Chongtian Meixie powder. Don't be in a hurry. Sauvignon Blanc is full of apples and willows around the embankment, seeing pedestrians off to the west, and when it returns, it will be low in the long moon. It is raining and windy, and the cold gulls are flying relative to each other. Sauvignon Blanc's flowers are like Iraq, and the willows are like Iraq, and the young flowers and willows are parting, bowing their heads and weeping. The Yangtze River is east, Jiangxi is long, and the mandarin ducks on both sides of the river are flying. When will they meet? Six, shoot a lamp and spread it frequently, where life seems to be like a bottle before. Tell me what you love in the morning, roll a light cream on the curtain, and try on plum makeup by hand, all because of your own hatred, so the painting is long and distant. Thinking about the past, cherishing the fragrance, it is easy to get hurt. It is the most heartbreaking to draw a song first, and laugh at it. Chao Zhongcuo's Pingshan railing leans against the clear sky, where the colour of mountains both is and is not. His hand hangs in front of the hall. Look at the old man before the bottle. Today, Langtaosha swims in the north pool, and the canoe is rippling and the wicker is soft, so that spring comes and goes, and his head is white. A good prostitute has a good voice, and it is hard to get drunk. I advise you to drink enough gold ou, even if the flowers are often ill, it is still romantic. Fishermen are proud of lotus leaves and fields, and the boat is holding on the flowers. If the sky is affectionate, it will be old.
what do you think? As thin as light silk and as thin as waves.
the shore side of the boat. Maple leaves and flowers in autumn.
think carefully before having fun. It is necessary to compare the world with the dream.
On January night last year, the flower market was full of lights. At the end of the month, it is about dusk.
On January night this year, the moon and lights remained the same. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve. 5. Poem expressing purity
my retreat at mount zhongnan
Author: Wang Wei
my heart in middle age found the Way, and I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain, Xinglai, amid beauty that is all for me.
I will walk till the water checks my path, then sit and watch the rising clouds, and some day meet an old wood-cutter, and talk and laugh and never return.
1. Facing the sea, spring blossoms.
2. build house is surrounded by people, and there is no traffic.
3. There is nothing in the world, so much ado about nothing. 4, the breeze in Xu Lai, water waves. A poem describing peace of mind. 5, after a long time in the cage, it will return to nature. 6, wood is thriving, and the spring begins to flow. 7. Watch the strange writing, and analyze the doubts. 8, a cold leaf, accompanied by the autumn wind fell into the pool, a little ripple, calm. 9. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no rain or shine. 1, the heart has no material desires, that is, the autumn sky and the sea; Sitting with a piano book, you will become a stone room Dan Qiu.
12. Take advantage of the cool summer and lie in the shade. 13. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. 14. If you don't come back in your prime, it's hard to get up in the morning. 15, a few peaks, Shang Lue yellow rain. 16. leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song. Too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon. 17, but the breeze on the river, and the bright moon in the mountains, the ears get the sound, and the eyes meet it. 18, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan. 19. Go to Ma Rufei to enjoy the flowers, and go to Ma Rufei to enjoy the flowers. 6. Poems that describe quietness
1.
Five generations of Li Yu
The courtyard was quiet, the small courtyard was empty, and the cold anvil was intermittent.
it's a pity that people can't sleep at night, and the sound and the moon come to the curtain.
The autumn wind brought the intermittent sound of cold anvil, which was particularly vivid in the small courtyard. Late at night, the moonlight and the sound of anvil penetrated into the curtain, which made people think of recruiting people outside, evoking endless separation from hate and lovesickness. Therefore, I can't sleep at night, and I am full of worries.
2. Linjiang Xian Jin Suo Chong Men Huang Yuan Jing
Five Dynasties Lu Qian Yi
Jin Suo Chong Men Huang Yuan Jing, Qi Chuang Yu Qiu Kong.
cuihua disappeared without a trace. Yulou song blows, and the sound is broken with the wind.
Translation: The palace doors are locked at different levels, and the desolate royal garden is extremely quiet; I leaned against the window and looked at the autumn night sky with sadness. Since the emperor went, there has been silence here, and the emperor has never been seen again. The songs and music in the palace have long been cut off to follow the wind that never returns.
3.
Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan
People were quiet at first, and the moon was bright. Yumei is reflected obliquely outside the screen window.
Plum blossoms laugh at people and make shadows. When the moon sinks, they are generally lonely.
As soon as people calm down, the moonlight is bright. Bai Mei's flowers are mottled and obliquely reflected on the screen window. Plum blossoms just make fun of people, and the moon sets late at night, and the courtyard is as desolate and lonely as before.
4.
In the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Mi
When the smoke was collected in the autumn, it was quiet in Xiangzhu, and the banana flower was red.
Five clouds and two cranes have gone without a trace. A few soul breaks, staring into the sky.
the bamboo leaves a bead in the dark and tears, and it is idle to tune in the waves.
Lv Yun's temples are heavy. The ancient temple is deep, fragrant, cold, rainy and windy.
The Xiangjiang River is smokeless and quiet, and the dew-covered canna is wet with tears. Shun Di rode a crane and disappeared without a trace. Second Princess, I lost sight of the sky several times. They were stained with tears on the bamboo, and the sound of bitterness bounced in the waves of Xiangjiang River. The second princess's temples are as thick as flowers. Now in the Xiangfei Temple, the dust is covered with dust, and the powder is cold and fragrant, accompanied by bitter rain and bitter wind.
5.
Song Dynasty.