Tang Bai Juyi
There are no flowers left in the Millennium,
The cool breeze blows the leaves and they begin to dry.
No one knows the minor classics,
Look around the heart.
Zhangyingzhi Dongzhai, Henan Province
Author: Mei Dynasty: Song Dynasty
I used to live here, and the pond ran through the bamboo garden.
There are few fish in the pool and no feathers in the shallow forest.
Today, the cold window is windy and the rain is still dry.
Only when the rain breaks and the officials are sparse can we know that we are suffering alone.
Huanxisha
Gine Lee
The fragrant lotus leaves are withered, and the west wind worries about the green waves.
With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.
The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold.
How many tears are hateful to lean on.
Yuan's Nine Poems of Crossing Gaoyou Sheyang Lake
Autumn wind blows Bai Bo, and autumn rain beats lotus.
Pinghu is thirty miles away, and there are many passers-by in autumn.
happy
The vast winter battlements, occasionally heard the sound of car flutes and swallowing. Looking at midnight, Wanwa is wearing residual snow.
Go back to your hometown
The alley is covered with moss and the eaves are fluttering. Qiu Shu is tired of people, but still shines in the shadow of an abandoned stream.
White bird
When Bai Niao returned to earth, he never left the vault. You are my brain, too, and you never stop.
Quasi-midnight song
There are peaches in front of the door. Laugh with your son. Peaches smile at me, and children smile at me.
Guyi
But because of Mu Qing, I am glad to leave this life. Although life and parting are bitter, they have no time to look at each other.
Journey to East Lake
The shadow is in the spring breeze and the sky is in the blue waves. The spring breeze is not born, and the blue waves are not up.
Three accidental questions
A rainbow sits on a small bridge and a long skirt covers the ground. Su Ying and Qingxi wandered to the wasteland.
Drag skirt beginning of spring Yin, gently blowing dream eyelashes. If you want to laugh, have a double butterfly.
Jiange is out of reach, and the skycar can't live. Throw me in the Pacific Ocean and come to the clouds to close the road.
Xi anza city
Access control blocks pedestrians, leaving this slim month. The shadow of autumn is scattered on a lake, reflecting the cherry blossom fever.
Ancient intestines can't be washed, and spot walls can't be snowed. Three days after the renovation of the palace, local flowers piled up.
Flowers are better than rain, and flowers are like guests after rain. I was in a storm when the tourists from the sea came back.
What are the flowers in front of the guests, and what are the guests by the flower bank? It was a stormy day for Han and Tang Dynasties to leave this palace.
Wangtianshan mountain
In the evening, the pheasant is sown, and the purple rain fights the pale cliff. If Tianshan gallops, xi won't drive.
autumn
Autumn is warm and the sun is warm, and the poplar branches are breezy. The yellow chicken leads the young far away, and the horn pecks at the green worm.
Fishing in the rain
Look up at the clouds and turn over the ink, and bow down to catch spring. It's not enough to stay when it rains.
Four miscellaneous poems
When talking in bamboo in the courtyard, the eaves are loose and angry. Have a rest and look up at the white clouds.
Autumn smoke is small and the court is clear. Always see passers-by, listen to the wind.
Weeping willows and easterly winds make the vegetation clear and smooth. Get out of here and forget what you said. Listen to Yingying's voice.
The cool dew condensed the palace orchids, and Qiu Si looked around. Bamboo crackles and the moon shines on the mountains.
Sitting alone in the small garden at sunset
The old mulberry skin is chapped, and the hair branches still fall off. According to the wooden rafters, I looked around with mysterious eyes and was amazed.
Song Wan is like a million guests, and the meditation cave is very wide. Noisy as argument, encounter Zhuge, awesome.
Open the clouds to see the light and silence the birds. I can't expect it, and it's Qian Shan.
Dissolve and soak, and the withered sideburns will rejuvenate. Bend over Gu Qingxi, 7 * * * blank.
random thought
Some trees are old and pale, but they don't rise. Sensen seized the bird's potential and died.
Spring breeze blows wide acres, and Xishan temporary pavilion. Wild flowers are unknown, fragrant and magnificent.
Guangqu, falling catkins is like a horse. There is a long rope tied to the willow tree, which is tied to the west of today.
Wild flowers are boundless in spring, and the cold wind wants to kill. Pale eyes dare not fly, burning eyes are red and purple.
The ancient trees are covered with thousands of chapters and flourish. No one in the town walks every day. Moss adapts herself.
The winding path is like a pale bird, pecking at the spring grass. I live there with my head held high and my eyes facing each other.
Express one's feelings in the form of poetry
I am in the sky, and the moon is dark and windy. May fireflies fly at night but accompany them in the evening.
fall in love at first sight
When I meet my hometown people for the first time, I will cry and spring grass. The local accent suddenly changed, and the language smiled and dated.
The first choice is Miscellaneous Poem 22.
I believed it then, and I hesitated in my dream. Do you think I'm still the same today?
I don't know the spring temperature, but Song neigh dashed away. May the rest of my life be peaceful, and you listen to the autumn rain.
I can't rub my intestines. I was cut to pieces in Qian Qian. In order to shine the moonlight, I will shine on you.
Thousands of miles of wind and rain, homesickness. It was a sleepless night when I was sitting.
random thought
People call me sentimental, and I have been heartless for a long time. It's just that I'm in love with you, but I think I will join hands with you.
In the middle, I sat up and folded the pages. When you remember and read, you have a miscarriage.
At the beginning of the night, there is no moon, and several stars are scattered, and then they are round and bright, so choose two out of four.
Tear the silk waterfall and let it go, quench the sword and spring. Roar at the Northeast Tiger and set up Tianchi Lake.
I want to pick some stars and some moons. The night stars are sparse, and Tianchi is not satisfied with the bowl.
Choose one of the three chapters of New Year's Eve patrol.
At dawn, Jade Dragon rises from the mountain. Who cares about the light in January?
Guandi took a lotus photo in front of his former residence.
I'm also the middleman here. I'm sorry I can't enter here. I would like to borrow the long wind to blow my dreams.
Meiyu four, first choice, second choice
There is no plum in other places, and there is no rain in strange places. I didn't know each other when I was young, and I was relatively speechless.
Laomei lives in the east of the house with Ye Qingqing. My words are like the east wind, just like my children.
Xiao Xia zayi
The outline is long and the river is hooked, and the thick color is even mountains. The sun furnace melts gold, and one calf sets the original Soviet Union.
The loose moon clears the yin, and the frog drums and fights far and near. Reading lamp upstairs, looking for a queue.
Look at the pages with green bugs at night
Night clothes have a wide bandwidth and break the wind. In front of the white light, it is crystal clear.
Sit at night and send someone.
Incense blows tea in the palm of your hand and lasts for a long time. Confucius said that there is no future and we are willing to be together.
Mabianshan
Ann has the heart of an emperor, why should she whip the world? Occasionally, I stop to chat.
Dai language
The frost is heavy and the leaves are light, and the cold water in the pool does not wave. Some people are indifferent to the withered lotus under the pale moon.
Send two more songs.
Far away, I heard that the East China Sea was boiling, but it was a cup. See hand in hand, heaven and earth are like horses.
I lost my ribs in my last life, or did I lose them to you? Walk hand in hand with big cities, and snow will cover your shoulders.
Lotus pod
When you hold Ubisoft, who lives in it? Unique and exquisite son, sleeping.
Lai Li
I don't carry clouds, I don't carry idle clouds. Come to excite the autumn clothes, and the oblique wind blows the leaves.
Give dandelion
* * * You have been wandering in the dust all your life. Unique light velvet umbrella, take me to the north and south cities.
Cai ling
It is difficult to pick ling in autumn. As meaningless as lotus seeds. I really have an angle in my heart.
There are memories in autumn
Jiangnan travels thousands of miles, and the mountains are small. People who are always by the water always think of Polygonum hydropiper.
Sick feet listen to incense.
Baiyun disease is not expected, fluttering in the northwest. Flowers fall and birds sing, and the curtains are bright.
Reading miscellaneous feeling
Poetry and books are like lotus leaves, which can only be found in the depths of love. Leaves suck blue, cicadas sing more.
Night hymn
Yi Deng cold dream, Wan Li moonlit heart. Remember to break the Chengcheng Huang and the green harp.
Ying Ying Xuanjisi
It is two thousand miles away, and the spring breeze has a long memory. Catkin can't be blown when it starts.
I don't need to be stupid, Huayang smiled. A hundred years old in spring, only with the east wind.
Talk about poetry when you are comfortable. Come back when you are happy. There are many plum blossoms.
Back against Qiu Jiang, disorderly reed Meng snow. Lonely strangers peck at the bright moon.
Silent night songs 15 preferred 4
Should feel intimate, Zhenyu climbed out from under the bed. No one can peep in the dream, and the wild horses are leisurely.
Shuang came back after a misty rain. I don't know how to thank you for your failure.
Looking back at the years, the sea and the moon are out of the sky. Where are you listening? The breeze aroused the sounds of nature.
Who throws books tonight, Jiang Yun is like the tide. Don't cherish the strength of the swan, in order to raise the sky.
Four poems are the first choice.
A roll of China, full of one full year of life, Han Yong idle eyes closed. The wild wind shakes the bamboo shadow, and the book is green.
Mr. Wang doesn't cut poetry, so he has no time. When the library door is not closed, the spring breeze will come in.
The green basket stands in front of Chunfeng Road. Buy spring flowers for the flower girl.
Flowers cover the ancient Jiangnan, and people lean on the ancient Jiangbei. Love a river flower, Dongfeng is a little reluctant.
Two songs to go home
The past is a duck wave, and the future is a dusk month. After a while, the pool dried up and the pool was covered with snow.
Spring is like an old man who wakes up early from the smoke. There is a heavenly king in the stream, and waterfowl is pulled out from the grass.
On the train, four is the first choice and two is the second choice.
I don't know who will meet me. I don't know who jumped for joy. A dream of autumn rain is cool, and a city is swept in an arc.
Snow bridge shuttlers, cloud stacks cross ice windows. Whether you live or settle down, it is a floating bed.
1 year
Heaven and earth are long, and there are countless enemies. There are idiots everywhere, but I met you.
Excerpt from "One Tail Collection"
Vaguely is a kind word, so why not get up early? Thirty years of deep friendship, one hug and one pay.
Salted tofu is good because of the beauty of the countryside. My father pushed the door and came in with a new carp.
Young children make red cannons, and white heads scrape silver scales. Everyone is very happy to treat grandma around the lights at night.
Sitting and watching Wei Zhuang's Ci, firecrackers ring every week. Although the quilt is slightly cold, it grows in spring rain.
An old friend gave the Buddha beans and a basket of spring. Don't say thank you when you wave, but talk about the supplementary plate.
I have spots on my little sun point, and now my temples are particularly white. If you don't change the door, thousands of feet will sweep rinspeed.
Carved windows, who will travel when the car is swept away? Don't get angry, stare at the building for a long time.
If you don't pay New Year greetings on the first day, the fresh clothes will leave soon. Young children are like brocade fish, looking around and looking around.
Bamboo grows on the river bank, and the sky is Banqiao ink. If you are crossing the Cangjiang River, you will smell the faint smoke.
Pedestrians scrambled to climb the tower, and I looked across the river alone. Awe-inspiring, the shadow is as cold as Gu Jian. Visit the Wild Goose Pagoda in Hedong.
Clear clouds and light ink, willow birds singing. Love to look at the spring window, near the old bookcase.
Enjoy the unique stride and stare at the sunset glow. It is better to stay at home than to be surprised.
Spring glory is also complacent, and winter withers. Just look at the clouds, the color is light and the meaning is old.
I'm glad to go back to my hometown, but it's hard for me to work in the past. Don't throw away homesickness at any time.
Only then did I feel that the rain was weak and even the birds were crying. Go downstairs and smell the fresh fragrance. Neighbors cook red carp.
Gao Jiang stands tall, and the magnolia is not shallow. Unlike the north wind, people in Wan Ru are very gentle.
Young children don't understand songs and laugh at me for sitting like a monk. I also have nothing to answer, eyes crossed with spring birds.
When my mother gets up, she wants to know how early I get up. Answer that I can't sleep, the rain sounds good.
Listening is good through the rain window, and writing is easy with pen and paper. I spit in my heart, but my son feels very elegant.
What is New Year's Day? It rains every year. For peach blossoms, mud is enough for me.
No camellias, no camellias. Folks love new homes, and the powder turns to the soil.
In the leisure garden, camellia is as red as a cloud. If you enter the ranks, you should fly like a general. There are many old white camellia in my hometown.
Winter bamboo shoots taste good, and fried with fish is more beautiful. When a person chews, the court will oppose him.
Laughing without saying a word when meeting, each is a New Year greeting. Loose diameter suddenly patted his shoulder, and the cowherd and the cowherd knew each other.
I don't know what water it is, but the sky is always dense. There is no such thing as a cloud in another country.
Spring water falls on peach blossoms and shines on people's lips. There are quite a few calves stepping on the stream and breaking thousands of bamboo shadows.
Clouds rush to mother's room, but who can wipe them? Willow bird timid charming throat, a sound two try.
Who regards moss as a flower, and the opposite mountain is like a guest. Who will come at night, even Baishi.
The bowl is blue and white porcelain, and the beans are jasper green. Mom peeled it herself and rolled her eyes when she came back. Occasionally there is a bowl of peas in the kitchen.
Living by the lake all the year round, rain comes and rain goes. There is a storm now. Can two oars be the master? Give an unarmed gift to the old fisherman on the lake.
Peach and plum fragrance spring breeze, leisurely stride across the river. If I had known I couldn't send it, what is a book and a half paper?
Not far from home, take a walk to clear the river bank. Six or seven brothers grew up arm in arm.
Hometown is good, salty and beautiful. Rao is like a jade muscle, and once you pinch it, you are afraid of water.
Gu Lou is far away from people, and the road enters Xiejiabao. Twisted willows, a hundred years of harmony.
I'm a clever poet, but I'm a good man, okay? I know I'm old.
In the First Hospital of Li Taohua, it is raining in spring. How to help his voice and children recite English.
One sunny day and nine cloudy days, and the other day will win glory for you. When I left, it rained and blew.
It's early today, but it's not a problem. Lonely spring clouds worry, leaning against the Jiangguolou.
Jiang is the Chu River, and the country is a weeping country. 10 will be on the road, but we can't stay long.
You are not a poor man, you have been homesick from the beginning. Heluo is colored and has been strong in the northwest since ancient times.
I don't know what to say. My son's mother is behind him. I don't know what a heart is, but my mother is crying on her back.
I couldn't bear to see that sad face and bowed my head and waved goodbye. Don't look back, tears are pouring down your face.
Everything was unexpected, but today I feel sad. The spring breeze is too soft, and my tears will not flow down.
I have been a cry baby all my life, and so am I today. It's just that I'm conscious and there's nothing to say.
There is no return date, there is a return date. Life after life, year after year.
In the morning, I struggled to wash my face, sitting alone and writing poems silently. Looking at the mountains and trees, I don't know each other Look at the trees on the train.
Caressing fresh clothes and stains are traces of hometown. Who can talk about homesickness now that it is full of holes and clean?
Worry about the bright outside the flowers, and the old vows fight for the flute. After a long trip to Shanghai, Shan Mei has become its own city.
The mountains in a foreign land are bleak, and the mountains in my hometown are beautiful. Each has its own Qian Shan, looking at the mother and son.
No dreams tonight, mountains and rivers sweep thousands of miles. Get up early and look at it with your hands, like stars.
On the riverbank, there is a smile like a flower, and children have a spring outing. Why fight for a smile? Everyone has his own eyes.
Still sitting on the old windowsill, poetry recalls thousands of miles. The drama is not as good as Jiangnan, and the songbirds are too quiet.
Only the chicken, but the ink. I can't thank you for your efforts. It's always been like this.
Read a volume of Li Bai's poems in the car. Feel like a boat and feel at home silently.
I'm sorry that I have been away for so many years. If you give your life, the sun and the moon will crush your heart.
A jade-like stone, as smooth as snow, is suspected to have been eaten by a fairy. Changfeng swings my clothes to match the fairy. Ancient mountain costume
When I was in my hometown, I thought for a moment and made me feel as if I was leaving. Between Xuxing Bixi, jathyapple is covered with snow.
Climbing alone is steep, and the wind returns slightly. When I grew up and went out, the original cow lost weight.
Set foot on the road again, and the wind and frost look back sadly. Cover your tears and forget to be a man.
Go to the dust, dear, remember each other. Grass doesn't match the sunset.
Teenagers don't know how far it is, for fear that their names are not obvious. I don't know how to measure this distance with my mother's heart.
Young people sit in the spring breeze, and loving mothers sit all night. Miki Sayaka is in my white hair, and I dare not count it.
Looking at the sky, who is right? How many young people shed tears in their hearts.
Don't regret throwing your head, don't regret holding your head. Just a bald man, remember how deep.
Hen in hand, standing on the green flag. The spring breeze began to rain, and the blue color gradually returned. Mai caigui
Two southerly winds
Good winds come from the south, like a gang of imperial robbers. It's just heart and lung fever, blowing empty clothes.
The south wind blows easily, and in the end, a boulder can't be moved. Under the leaves, birds in the forest are laughing.
Seven miscellaneous poems
The sea is indescribable, and the wind is better than wings. I will die alone, and I will get this glass color.
Konoha leaves spring back, and the blue color can be distinguished. It's just mottled and the west wind is getting sharper.
I traveled in the mediastinum for thousands of years and remembered my child's life. Between the gravel, the spring breeze calls together.
Looking at each other in my sleep, why leave the night? Spring breeze steals the heart, and peach blossoms are like water.
It's the west wind, Jin Wuduo. People only cherish red maple, regardless of the west wind.
I don't know you. Spring and winter are opposites. I know you, but autumn and summer are coming.
Yellow light melts in water and fragrance condenses in ice. Only the wind is whispering, still as soft as words.
Listen to the rain.
Dust destroys the old blue and the memory is gray. So, the clothes are still on me, listening to the rain.
thing
Thousands of miles apart, water clouds linger. My dream is like a sweep, and the twists and turns are up to you.
Watch Xu's new film "There is a place only we know" and choose four sentences from ten quatrains.
Servants don't hate others, they only hurt the mood of spring. Pale color is full of setting sun, and spring waves are wrinkled and silent.
I go my own way, you go your own way. When the sun goes down, the birds return to their old places.
Movies and music, memory spinning pigeons. Dark clouds have no hope, just keep your head down.
As time goes by, the long river may still be there. Waterfront flowers are loved by all children.
Seventeen miscellaneous poems
So the mountain is not far away, and it looks like a knee. For a hundred years, my dream has been as warm as ever.
Teenagers who don't control their thoughts are as angry as spring grass. Middle-aged people are heartless, but not tired.
Who lives in a humble abode, who sings in spring. The second chimney in the south of the city is steaming.
In the evening, the leaves of the trees are withered and the charcoal pens are pneumatic. Peel off the spring flowers, and there is art every day.
Cherry blossoms on the street are like snow, and the city fire is like lotus trees. Big city, motor sound.
Cherry blossoms are swaying, and the sun is as wide as the road. The butterfly's wings will leap and paddle hard on the clouds.
The story has lines, dragging green to willow. I don't know who drew the outline or who shook hands.
Is weakness my sin? I'm Shui Rou, and I'm with him. Yongteng
The wind blows the sky wide and chrysanthemums bloom in Leng Xiang. People look at the corner of the city, and I am in Bai Yunxiang.
Pear blossoms, I will show them when I come back. Who can lock the memory after forgetting to close the door?
The seeds are rhododendrons and the rest are green ferns. When you sit up straight and pay attention, your eyebrows smile like a new moon.
After ten years of blooming, Han Han is a mother's seed. If you don't dig roots every year, there will be good winds. Xiaochi Vuch
The picture is chaotic and the expenses are staggered. When it rains, it grows green and the old wall jumps gently. Accidental corner
Midsummer is like a fire lotus, and clouds are dragging shadows. No one has painted it. My dream is like a deep well.
The window can be wiped, and the distant city floats with plain ink. Only magnolia blooms, and Jiangnan is dizzy.
I can't check my heart, and the procuratorate is full of glory. The world is deep, and a feather crosses the Yangtze River.