1, Yong Yan, Tang, Luo
White swan, white swan, bend your neck and breathe fire into the sky. White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.
2, Tang, He
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
3. In Heron Villa, Tang and Wang Zhihuan.
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
4. Tang and Meng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
5. Tang and Wang Wei
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
6. Send Yuan Er to Anxi, Tang and Wang Wei.
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
7. Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong, Tang and Wang Wei.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
8. Thinking in the quiet night, Tang, Li Bai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
9. Looking at Lushan Waterfall, Tang, Li Bai
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
10, to Wang Lun, Tang and Li Bai.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
1 1, Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou, Tang and Li Bai
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
12, early Baidicheng, Tang, Li Bai
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
13, Jiangnan, Han Yuefu
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf. Fish are frolicking among the lotus leaves. Fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south, and fish hits the lotus leaf north.
14, Feng, Tang, Li Qiao
It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring. Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt.
15, Long song, Han Yuefu
The sunflower in the green garden is exposed to the sun until sunrise. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.
16, Chilean song, northern Korean folk song.
Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is wild, and the wind and grass move to see cattle and sheep.
17, back to my hometown, Tang, He
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
18, Gulangyu, Tang, Li Bai
When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan. I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.
19, Wangtianmen Mountain, Tang, Li Bai
The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
20, don't Dong Da, Tang, Gao Shi
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
2 1, quatrains, Tang, Du Fu
"Two orioles sing green willows, egrets sky-high." Outside my window is the snowy Western Hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
22. Tang and Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
23, quatrains, Tang, Du Fu
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
24. Looking for flowers by the river, Tang and Du Fu
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
25. Night parking near Tangfeng Bridge
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
26, Xixi looking at Chuzhou, Tang, Wei.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
27. Stray songs, Tang and Meng Jiao.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
28. In the early spring, Zhang Shiba, Tang and Han Yu from the Ministry of Water Resources were all there.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
29. Yu Gezi, Tang and Zhang
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
30. Sai, Tang and Lu Lun
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
3 1, Wang Dongting, Tang, Liu Yuxi
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
32. Langtaosha, Tang, Liu Yuxi
The Yellow River winds from a distant place, carrying thousands of miles of yellow sand. Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together.
33, Fu "Gu Yuancao Farewell", Tang, Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. Ah, my friend's prince, it's sad that you left again.
34. Ikekami, Tang and Bai Juyi
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat through the trail.
35. Recalling Jiangnan Tang Bai Juyi
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
36. Children fishing, Don,
The unkempt child learned to fish and sat by the raspberry moss. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
37. Ban Zhenong, first, Tang.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Thirty-eight-year-old Benjamin, followed by Tang.
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
39. Tang and Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman in his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
40. Don Jia Dao, please leave your name.
When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs." However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
4 1,, Tang, Du Mu
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
42. Qingming Tang Du Mu
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
43. Jiang Nanchun, Tang and Du Mu
Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, the water town is full of wine flags, and there are many misty rains in the 480 halls in the Southern Dynasties.
44. Bees, Don and Luo Yin
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?
45. Jiangshang Fisherman, Song and Fan Zhongyan
People who come to the river often only love perches. Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
46. Yuanri, Song and Wang Anshi
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine. The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
47. Dengguazhou, Song and Wang Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
48. Mr. Shu Huyin's Wall, Song, Wang Anshi
The eaves are long and clean without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand. One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green.
49. On June 27th, Wang Hulou was drunk with books, Song and Su Shi.
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
50. After drinking rain, on Lake Chuqing, Song and Su Shi
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.
5 1, Chunjiang Evening Scene, Song, Su Shi
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
52. Xilinbi, Song and Su Shi
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.
53. Summer is the last day, Song and Li Qingzhao.
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
54. In Song San Qu Road, once upon a time.
When the plum blossoms are yellow, every day is a sunny day. Take a boat along the stream to the end of the stream, and then continue on the road. The shade does not reduce the road, but adds four or five orioles.
55. Show it to your son, Song and Lu.
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
56. In autumn night, Xiaolimen will welcome the cold, Song and Lu You.
3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters. The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
57. The four seasons are picturesque. First, Song and Fan Chengda.
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
58. Four seasons pastoral, followed by Song and Fan Chengda.
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly
59. Koike, Song and Yang Wanli
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
60. Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang, Song and 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.
6 1, Spring Day, Song, Zhu
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
62. Reading Song Zhu
Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast. Ask the canal to be so clear, because there is running water at the source.
63. Song Lin 'an House
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.
64, the garden is not worth it, Song, Ye Shaoweng
You should pity the fangs and print the moss, and knock on the wood for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
65. April in the countryside, Song Dynasty,
The green hills are full of mountains and the white river is full of rain. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
66. Mo Mei, Yuan, Wang Mian
The first tree in my Xiyan Lake is light ink. Don't praise the good color, as long as it is clear and full of dried Kun.
67. Lyme Song Ming Yu Qian
It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing. I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world.
68. Bamboo Stone, Qing Dynasty, Zheng Xie.
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
69. As you can see, Qing Yuan
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
No.70, Qingcun, Gaoding
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
7 1, Ji Hai Miscellaneous History, Qing, Gong Zizhen
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness. I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
72. Liangzhou Ci, Tang and Wang Zhihuan
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
73. Liangzhou Ci, Tang,
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away. Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times.
74. Sai Tang Wang Changling.
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. 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.
75. Furong Inn broke up with Xin Jian, Tang and Wang Changling.
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Types of ancient poems
Farewell poem: a traditional poem expressing the poet's feelings of parting.
Miss the ancient poetry: feeling the rise and fall, pinning grief and satirizing the present.
War poems: direct reflection or narration of war.