What are Wang Wei's poems?

Wang Wei (70 1 year-761year), whose real name is Moju, is a Moju layman. Hedong Zhou Pu (now Yuncheng, Shanxi) was born in Qixian, Shanxi. Poets and painters in Tang Dynasty.

Selected poems of Wang Wei

An autumn night in the mountains.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Zhong Nanshan

Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, from the mountain to the corner of the sea.

The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different.

Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

lines

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.

When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? .

Weicheng district

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.

To ambassador Li of Zizhou.

Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan.

The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

Han women work hard to weave taxes, while Ba people rarely compete for fields.

I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.

My retreat in Zhongnanshan.

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

gum arabic

Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

Xi Shiyong

Since beauty is respected throughout the empire, how can Shi stay at home humbly? .

Washing clothes by the lake in the south at dawn, and there was a great lady in the palace in the north that night.

One day humble, no different from others, the next day promoted, everyone praised her. ..

Be invited by Fu Fenfen, or arrange a silk robe on her shoulder. ..

The more the king loved her, the cuter she became, which made him lose his wisdom. ..

The girls who washed silk beside her were left at a distance from her chariot. ..

None of the girls in her neighborhood can imitate her beauty.

Taoyuanhang

A fisherman is drifting, enjoying the spring mountain, and the peach blossoms on both sides go to Tianjin.

Looking at the brightly colored trees, he never considered the distance, did everything in Qingxi and ignored people.

This is a cave. The hole is so narrow that he can only climb in, but then it opens up on a wide and flat path.

Looking from a distance, the clouds are filled with trees, and thousands of houses are hidden between flowers and bamboo.

The woodcutter told him his name in Chinese. These people all wore clothes from the Qin Dynasty.

Juren lives in Wulingyuan, in farms and gardens, just like a world.

In the clear moonlight, they lived quietly under the pine trees until sunrise, when the gloomy sky was full of roosters and dogs barking.

... hearing the news of a stranger, people gathered together and everyone invited him home and asked him where he was born.

In the morning, alleys and paths cleared the petals for him, and at dusk, fishermen and farmers brought him their goods.

They left this world a long time ago, and they came here to seek refuge. Since then, they have lived like angels, happily away from the world.

No one in the cave knows anything outside, and outsiders can only see empty mountains and thick clouds.

The fisherman didn't realize his great luck and began to consider the connection between the country, the family and the secular.

He found his way out of the cave again, passed through mountains and rivers, and planned to come back later. At that time, he had told his relatives.

He studied every step he took and kept it firmly in mind, forgetting that cliffs and peaks might have different appearances.

There is no doubt that to enter the depths of the mountains, a green river will take you into a misty forest.

But now, there are spring floods and floating peaches everywhere. Which way should we go to find the hidden source? .

A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.

The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.

At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.

Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .

say goodbye to

I got off the horse, poured you wine and asked where you were going and why.

You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life.

Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.

clear stream

I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.

Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.

The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.

Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

The song of Luoyang girl.

There is a girl from Luoyang in the door across the street. She looks fifteen, maybe a little older.

Her master rode on his fast horse, wearing a jade-bit reins, and her maid brought her cod on a gold plate.

Her painting pavilion faces the red tower, and the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows.

Luo Wei sent seven fragrant cars, and rare fans shaded her and made her home with nine curtains.

Her master, status and wealth and the seeds of life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times.

He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone.

When his nine soft lights went out, the wind of dawn began to blow, nine small flying flowers.

Between dances, she had little time to sing and sat dressed like incense.

All the people she knows in the town are rich and extravagant. She visits the owner of the happiest building day and night.

Who will notice the jade-faced Yue girl, the poor river head who washes the yarn?

Chai Lu

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.

Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.

Above Ji Xiang Temple

I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks.

Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple.

The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.

In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.

The Hanjiang River is flooding.

Three branches in the south reach Chu territory, and nine branches flow to Jingmen.

The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no.

Human habitation seems to float on the ripples in the distant sky.

These beautiful days in Xiangyang have fascinated my old mountain! .

Back to my home in Songshan.

The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.

I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.

An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.

In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.

Looking down at the spring rain from Xianshan Palace to Zenghe Hall.

The Weihe River lingers around the winding east, and Huangshan and the Han Palace have been in the Han Palace for many years.

The emperor's chariot is far away from the palace, and the willow trees are shaded on both sides of the palace gate, and the garden is like a beautiful brocade.

The Phoenix Tower is towering in the imperial city, and the spring rain moistens thousands of trees.

In order to live a spring season, the people are worried, not just because they enjoy a spring car tour!

Answer the deputy magistrate Zhang.

With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.

I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.

Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.

To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.