Poetry refers to ancient Chinese traditional poetry represented by ancient poetry, modern poetry and metrical poetry. Below are the poems I brought to you that describe the beautiful environment. Let’s take a look!
When I was young, I didn’t recognize the moon, and it was called a white jade plate. (Li Bai: "Gu Lang Yue Xing")
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. (Wang Wei: "Birdsong Stream")
The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the geese escape in the night. (Lu Lun: "Song under the Sai")
The spring water of the Yangtze River is dyed green, and the lotus leaves are as big as money. "Spring Farewell Song" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. (Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields")
The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. (Wang Zhihuan: "Climbing the Stork Tower")
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Song Yang Wanli
I don’t know Xiangji Temple, but I have entered Yunfeng for several miles. There are no people walking on the ancient trees, and there is no clock in the deep mountains. The spring is filled with dangerous rocks, and the sun is cold and green with green pine trees. In the dusk, the music of the empty pool is used to calm the poisonous dragon. Passing Xiangji Temple
The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple flowers are blooming: beautiful flowers and plants. "Late Spring" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The strong wind and the sound of bows and horns make the general hunt for Weicheng. (Wang Wei: "Watching Hunting")
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is filled with deep vegetation in spring. (Du Fu: "Spring View")
When the meeting is at the top of the mountain, you can see all the small mountains at a glance. (Du Fu: "Looking at the Mountains")
Raising glasses to the bright moon, we formed three people facing each other. (Li Bai: "Drinking Alone under the Moon")
No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. (Wang Wei: "Deer and Chai")
The strong wind has shed all the crimson color, and the green leaves have turned into shades and covered the branches. "Poems of Sorrow" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
When will the east wind come from Luoyang, and the spring willows on the Sichuan waves will return to Tang Han Yu's "Five Poems about Spring"
The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. (Li Bai: "Moon over Guanshan})
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upstream. (Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn")
Thousands of mountains have lost their birds, and thousands of people have disappeared. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty was close to the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. (Wang Changling: "Out of the Fortress")
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, which is clear and soft. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. "Little Pond" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. (Su Shi: "Water Melody Songtou? When Will the Bright Moon Come?")
Purple smoke rises in the fragrant house when the sun shines, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river. The water flows down three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty " Wanglu Mountain Waterfall》
People deep in the forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. (Wang Wei: "Zhuli Pavilion")
I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.
(Li Bai: "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain")