Poems containing antithetical rhetorical techniques

Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year.

——Wangwan "Under the Cibeigu Mountain"

Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.

——Du Fu's "Quatrains"

Beyond the blue sky and half-fallen mountains, two waters divide Bailuzhou.

——Li Bai's "Climbing the Phoenix Tower in Jinling"

The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.

——Qin Guan's "Huanxisha·Momo Qinghan goes up to the small building"

After the floating clouds parted, the water flowed for ten years.

——Wei Yingwu's "Happy Meeting with Old Friends in Liangchuan on the Huaihe River"

Cut the knife to cut off the water, the water will flow again, and raise a cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow.

——Li Bai's "Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun at Xuanzhou Xieyuan Tower"

The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight dusk.

——Lin Bu's "Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden Part 1"

On a moonlit night, there is a dream behind a curtain, and the spring breeze is full of tenderness.

——Qin Guan's "Eight-Sixth Son·Yiwei Pavilion"

You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.

——Bai Juyi's "Meng Wei Zhi"

The fallen flower man is independent, and the Wei Yuyan flies together.

——Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal: High Locks on the Tower after Dream"

Peaches and plums in the spring breeze and a glass of wine, the night rain in the rivers and lakes is a decade of light.

——Huang Tingjian's "Send to Huang Jifu"

There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the swallows return as if they have known each other before.

——Yan Shu's "Huanxisha·A New Song and a Glass of Wine"

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

——Du Fu's "Moonlight Night Recalling My Brother-in-law"

The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms.

——Lu Meipo's "Snow Plum Part 1"

Dark lavender, melting yellow.

——Li Shangyin's "Chrysanthemum"

The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.

——Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"

The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.

——Li He's "Twenty-three Horse Poems·Part 5"

The stars hang down on the plains and the fields are vast, and the moon surges into the river.

——Du Fu's "Walking at Night"

The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to the people.

——Meng Haoran's "Staying on the Jiande River"

When the wine is cheap, I often worry about the lack of guests, and the moonlight is often blocked by clouds.

——Su Shi's "Moon over Xijiang: A Big Dream of Worldly Affairs"

Thousands of fallen trees and mountains, the sky is far and wide, and the moon is clearly visible along the Chengjiang River.

——Huang Tingjian's "Deng Kuai Pavilion"

Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower.

——Li Bai's "Farewell at Crossing Jingmen"

The sky is far away, and the moon is alone forever.

——Du Fu's "Jianghan"

The clouds are gone and the moon is like practice, and the water is cool and the wind is like autumn.

——Ouyang Zhan "Jingnan Summer Night Water Tower Huaizhao Qiu Zhiwen Yunmeng Li Xin"

The moon is bright, the ship's flute is staggered, and the wind is still in the pond and the lotus is fragrant.

——Qin Guan's "Enjoying the Coolness"

I feel the flowers splashing with tears when I feel sad, and I hate the other birds and startle them.

——Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

Thirty years of fame and fortune, dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.

——Yue Fei's "The River is Red·Written on the Heart"

One inch of loyalty is to serve the country, two lines of clear tears are for missing relatives.

——Yu Qian's "Feelings on the Beginning of Spring"

In times of danger, we will see the loyalty of ministers, and in times of chaos, we will recognize loyalty.

——Bao Zhao's "A Journey from Jibeimen"

Walking to a water-poor place, he sat down and watched the clouds rise.

——Wang Wei's "Zhongnan Farewell"