Liu Changqing
What is the pole of Qingchuan Lu Yong? The sunset is lonely.
Birds fly far and near on the flat Ye Yuan, as if they were running with the water.
May Baiyun bring my thoughts to friends thousands of miles away, and may the moon bring my sad thoughts to friends with the water.
Disappointed that Changsha is gone, the grass on the river beach is growing.
Quasi-pastoral music
a surname
Why buy land near Guo, but build a house on the hillside?
Loose * * * I set out, Bai Niao with people back.
Old events in Ningpu
Qin Guan
The body and the stick are two, and the shadow divides the moon into three.
I don't know the news of my own flesh and blood, so I can't live here.
When Chen Jia was ill, he sang to himself.
Chengda Fan
When you are strong, you like new things. When you are old, you cherish the old days.
After the illness, Lu did not ask, and the family changed flowers from time to time.
Xiaozhen
Chengda Fan
The sound of cooking soup is as loud as a thousand, and Tim is called the fifth watch.
Bells rang all over the city one after another, and chickens crowed in the back alley for a moment.
Schebe Wang Xian
Lu you
Pan Yue wrote an autumn story, and Li Cheng wrote eight cold forests.
Shebei accidentally leaned on the staff and saw the ancients' intentions.
Miscellaneous interest
Lu you
Guangping writes plum blossom poems, while Shaoling has no begonia poems.
The layman will be suspicious from time to time.
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Yang Jian
Net several Hengqin Han Xiao, plum blossoms fall between strings.
Want to sing without words, castle peak outside the turnstile.
Nishimura
bright red
The rain washed the mountains green and the waves were empty.
Goose and duck float on the grass, and children sit in the shade.
There is a lonely village at the foot of the mountain and a lonely plateau on the horizon. A swallow flies back to the alley, and Mr. Wu or Liu faces the door. -Wang Wei's "Dwelling House"
The door faces the crane creek, and the cloud meets the home of Yanxian. Who knows people's affair? I'm used to seeing mountains, rivers, birds and flowers. -Li Bai Spring Scene
The bamboo pole sleeps and the water pavilion is wild. Outside the curtain, the wind and smoke curled up, and the trees in front of the court sang. -Li Bai's summer scenery
Last night, the west wind suddenly turned and I was surprised to see wild geese crossing the forest. Poetry is just static, rhyme is cold. -autumn scenery of Li Bai
A frozen pen is lazy to write new poems, a cold stove and a glass of good wine are warm. Drunk to see the ink flowers and the moon white, suddenly suspicious of the snow in the former village. -Li Bai's winter scene
May Baiyun bring my thoughts to friends thousands of miles away, and may the moon bring my sad thoughts to friends with the water. Disappointed that Changsha is gone, the grass on the river beach is growing. -Liu Changqing's "Feeling"
The grass is green by the grass pool, and the apes are singing. Xiangjiang River in Wan Li, with wind and rain. -Wang Jian's Jiangnan
I live in the north of Baiyun Mountain, and I got lost in the east of Bishuiqiao. Short hair is raining at dusk and long lapels are falling in the autumn wind. -Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
Listening to the moon building is too clear, and Nanshan is clear to the home. Last night, Heng E appeared in the movie, and there was a voice in her smile. -Wang Changling's "Full Moon"
The stream is shallow, and the temples are gray in autumn. The color of the trees is particularly rainy, and the bells are far away from the sunset. -Zhang's "Mountain Temple Autumn Zhai"
The people on the shore are in the mirror, and the lights in the lonely village are hanging on the stars. Herons under the trees, dragons in the deep pools. -Cen Can's "Country House"
Misty and rainy lakes are soft, and empty mountains are strange. Recalling the water in Duanjiaqiao, I can't help but linger and feel high. -Wei "misty rain"
Hui Chong Yu Yan roadshow, sit in my Xiaoxiang Dongting. I want to buy a boat to go home, so my old friend is Dan Qing. -Su Shi's Hui Chong and Lu Yan
When I am old, I look at paintings for nothing and swim in my dreams. Who saw the peach blossom fall? Water flows to the world. -Su Shi's Landscape of Wang Jinqing
Lin Xue Trail, Jingshui Pavilion Village. However, the spring breeze has feet. I'm going to Chai Men first today. -Zhu's "Lead Mountain beginning of spring"
The mountain road only passes firewood passengers, and Jiangcun is half a fisherman. Wild geese fall at the water's edge in autumn, and crows fly to the sunset. Xu Youzhen
The green hills are open outside the door, and the yellow leaves are rustling in front of the window. I sat alone and said nothing, but when I turned around, my delusion disappeared. -Master Hanshan
Plum blossoms bloom in the snow, and the fragrance flies in the middle of the night. Sitting alone in front of the cold lamp, my nostrils suddenly burst. -Master Hanshan
Clouds in the sky, cold rain and snow, spring in the valley. But I feel like water, and I don't know if my heart is as clear as ice. -Zen master Yong Zhijue
The dust in the empty valley is exhausted, leaving only idle clouds. Follow me, loose the dust, and there are many elk in groups. -Zen master Yong Zhijue
The magic in the words is the floating dust in the heart of Zen. Both inside and outside are thrown together, covering the whole world. -Zen master Yong Zhijue
The bell can't stop ringing in the quiet night, and the stone bed dreams empty. I don't know where to open my eyes, but I hear the wind in my ears. -Zen master Yong Zhijue
Clear mirror, spring water fills Penghu. According to the face of Lushan Mountain, the moon is like a pearl on the forehead. -Zen master Yong Zhijue
Things are as light as water and the moon, and the body and mind are as bright as glass. But when the ice disappears at the bottom of the ravine, I don't know the flowers in spring. -Zen master Yong Zhijue
Singing autumn rain at night and remembering Xia Feng in the morning. I can't tell the time when I panic. -Muwen (Modern)