1. The frost and maple of the young girl are heavy, and the water in Huangniuxia is noisy.
2. The thin tube sings in the morning, and the fragrant mash falls on the night maple. 3. Di Zi is separated by Dongting, and the green maple is full of Xiaoxiang.
4. Chu Chen hurt Jiang Feng, and thanked the guest for finding the moon. 5. The green laurel is hidden away from the moon, and the green maple is singing.
6. Boil the tea till it's fragrant, and the mud wall makes the ancestral tablet. 7. Go back to the maple leaf bank and stay in Mulan's radius.
8. Jatropha curcas in Guishui is full of misty rain in the south of Jingnan. 9. Surprising the sea crane from the crowd belongs to thinking about Jiang Feng.
1. On the edge of Yuecheng, the maple leaves are high, and Li Sao is sent in Chu people's books. 11. Snowflakes turn over the sea cranes, while waves turn over the river maple.
12. The sky is ethereal, the stone is majestic, and the maple is hidden and steep. 13. Reed flowers stay late, while maple trees sit deep in the ape.
14. citrus reticulata Danqinghe in Fenglin, with multiple roads and magnificent buildings. 15. The water town is covered with white houses, and the maple banks are green.
16. Peach blossom water on the spring shore, maple forest in Yun Fan. 17. Hang sails in the Ming Dynasty, with fallen maple-leaves behind me.
18. You are worried about the green maple in autumn, and the cologne is sung in the cool night. 19. Huang Sha Xiao broke the frost, and Kyushu won the bloody maple.
2. Don't forget to look at the bamboo in tears when you are in Chu. You should love Jiang Feng when you are berthing. 21. The Gonghe River reflects Xiangzhu, and the water post brings green maple.
22. I'm proud of you, and I'm aiming at Gui Yuanhong. 23. sigh alone at Fengxiang forest, which is a good color in spring.
24. Cliffs and valleys are not covered with white, and rivers and stones are cracked and green maple is destroyed. 25. Looking back at Jinkou, there are many maple trees.
26. The walls with wind and jade are thin and the clouds are thin, and the back is thick with maple trees. 27. The rain is urgent, and the clouds are deep and the black water is far away.
28. The dark valley is not rain, and the danfeng is not frost. 29. Boarding in the autumn night, the spring grass, the green maple and the jade are limited.
3. The riverside maple leaves chrysanthemum yellow, and when it grows up, it looks up to the countryside. 31. Looking north can be compared with going back to Baishou, and traveling south can talk about Danfeng.
32. Pay attention to autumn, but there is a red maple. 33. Wuxia is all the way to the old Chu Palace, so far it's cloudy and rainy.
34. White heads make waves, while Dan leaves Gao Feng. 35. on the river between green maples an autumn sail grows dim, there are only a few old trees by the wall of the White God City.
36. The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is full of sorrow. 37. My parents gave me a green maple root, but I don't remember how many times it fell.
38. The Qinghuai River is bottomless and the green river is deep, and it stays in the maple forest in Jinting. 39. When bottles of wine meet, Jiang Feng is dying.
4. Sunset shines in Tingzhou, and maple leaves fall into cold waves. 41. The maple forest is already sad, and the Chu River is sad again.
42. It's as if you've been frightened and heard about the maple forest. 43. Feng Qi Qi wine urn, crane lice off the piano bed.
44. Qingfeng Township is a long way, and it will take a few days to return home. 45. Kuang Naijiang Fengxi, and Jun Qiuxing Poetry.
46. The finless porpoise swells with high waves, while the maple leaves its soul. 47. At sunset, the river rises, cicadas sing and maple trees are yellow.
48. Water tourists swim secretly to burn wildfires, while maple people roar at spring thunder all night. 49. The sky is yellow and the mother is hurricane, and the rain is black and the maple is long.
5. Where are the sounds of apes? Maple leaves are everywhere in autumn. 51. Ten years under the Chushui maple forest, I heard Changle Bell at the beginning of tonight.
52. When the moon falls, the sky is full of crying, and Jiang Feng is worried about sleeping! 53. Yulu withered the maple forest, and Wushan Wuxia was angry. 54. I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn.
55. The partridge hooks the ape and calls it a rest, and it stumbles in the deep valley to save the green maple. 56. When I was old, I sailed to the countryside and the water was bright, and the frost and maple returned with me for thousands of miles.
57. In Fenglinshe, the sun drums and the hut chickens at noon. 58. Once upon a time, living in neighboring Zhaoqu Pavilion, citrus reticulata in Fenglin sang partridges.
59. If you ask the poet where he lives, the door will be cold and the water will fall on the river. 6. I remember you and think of you alone, and I don't sleep at night.
61. The snow in Qian Shan is cold and blue, and I dream of going around the imperial bed in the maple. 62. Frost falls on the river, but the maple leaves remain green.
63. tomorrow I shall hoist my sail, with fallen maple-leaves behind me. 64. Snow mud reveals golden ice and drops tiles, while maple leaves the monk sitting on fire.
65. Fenglin is entangled in Chusai, and the water post goes to Gancheng. 66. Maple leaves are covered with red, and the slopes are covered with white flowers.
67. The maple tree hides in a hut, and the orange forest is a fishing boat. 68. Fan Ying Danyang Guo, Feng Cun Chi 'an Village.
69. The moon in Fenglin leans towards Chu Chen's lodging, and it is even more suspicious of the dusk in Sichuan Palace. 7. Liquidambar formosana flowers are quiet in the evening, and Jinshan Mountain shadows.
71. The red leaves fall in Xiangchuan, and the maple leaves reflect the water. 72. The moon on the maple bank is bright, and the ape cries and dreams.
73. Renjie's Yin Temple has no desire to abandon, and there are two or three old oak trees with withered maple. 74. Snow-covered flowers are blooming, and frosted maple leaves are rolling flat fields.
75. Strange to chant the cutter's head frequently, and the maple leaves will fall overnight. 76. Dense maple forest, protect this Shimen weir.
77. The Guihua Mountain Temple is cold, and the maple trees are shady. 78. The maple leaves in the wild pavilion are dark, and the autumn water and lotus flowers are bright.
79. Take the lakeside road when you return, and get on the boat in Fenglin at night. 8. Stop and sit in the love maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February. 2. The poem about the reed flower swing
White-headed green gauze tent
Ink mark on the horizon of the northern wild goose
Wind dancing with a thousand layers of waves
The sun is setting and the leaves are silent in Qiu Ren
Autumn sorrow is infinite. Wild geese leave people
Winter is near, sometimes it snows in the morning
Spring wakes up with a hundred flowers and willow catkins
Xia Yinqian lies on the ridge.
Poems and paintings of the catkins in Yunling, Yangguan,
Ruyan Liu in the moss water
Jiangcun is a matter of fact
Sikong Shu
When he comes back from fishing, he doesn't tie his boat, and Jiangcun is just sleeping at sunset.
Even if the wind blows away overnight, it will only be near the shallow water of Luhua.
In Song and Zhou Dynasties, the teacher became a rogue with yellow deer and white flowers, and Wu Shu Ye Hongqiu was pitiful.
Zhang Yizhai forgot to spend the night in the reed flower industry, but he got up and mistook it for a snowy day.
sentence Yang Huizhi's new frost dyed maple leaves, bright moon wax reed flowers.
Song Xing's deep makeup jade tiles are flat and smooth, and the reeds are brushed lightly.
In the Song Dynasty, outside Zhao Naxuan's door, the wind and bamboo suddenly settled, and the reeds swayed with the sound of oars.
Bai Niao went outside with a pair of curtains, and the wind was calm and the boat was idle.
in the west, there were eight or nine monasteries in Guo Xiangzheng in Song Dynasty.
there is no place to sell fish, so sell wine into the reed flower.
In Zheshan Road, a Taoist named Song Zhu Yun, who sent six words to Chongcui Road, was in danger, and the boat sank in the sun and moored in the flat sand.
alas, I went home with a sound, and the smoke from the kitchen raised reeds in the distance.
The fisherman Song Zhu Jifang, where is the fisherman's home? He used to stay in Luhua and never came back.
last night, it was snowing in jiangcun, and a hundred dollars bought hemp fiber.
It was reported that Zhao Fanfeng in Song Dynasty was red with reeds and white with flowers, and the boat was moored at night.
an old friend dreams all his life, and the drizzle says he is homesick.
The poem of Eight Scenes in Xiaoxiang Pingsha, Wild Goose in Song Dynasty, and Zhang Jing called the couple down to Hanting, contending for lodging in the reed calyx.
the fisherman passed in the middle of the night, but he started up and flew down.
Ten scroll paintings with the title of "Escape from Zeze" are sent to Zheng Hong from afar by the dense trees in Baijiang Village, the king of Song Dynasty.
if the sky is blue at dusk, who will continue the wind?
Photo of the dead wood and fishing village on the east slope hidden by Liu Boxiang, titled Guangfu. When Song and Sun were in time, the geese in the sunset reflected in the river, and the flowers in the bright moon fell asleep.
Beg me to smoke a leaf, and accompany you to the side of Mount Cisse.
There is a new wild goose in Luhua, Song Boren, which is surrounded by water.
purity is not human, and my poems are incomplete.
Four Poems of the Beauty of Harmony: Sima Guang in Song Dynasty is lonely in the night of Hezhou, and the reeds are around the ruins.
the lonely guest has been awake for a long time, and the window lights are cold.
Ode to 123 Song Shi Zuqin's melancholy autumn atmosphere, while Qiu Guang is indifferent.
the egrets fly down into the distant sky, just like the bright moon and reeds.
Song Hongzi was caught in a thousand poles, and the rain flowed red in the river, showing frost, reeds and purple flowers.
when the distant sail comes, it pats the gull.
Wen Di, Song Dong Si-gao, the four seas are shallow, and the lonely city worries more.
who played the flute on the boat and blew into the reed grove?
Ten Wild Steps: A few residual willows in the flowing water of Chen Pu in Song Dynasty, and two rock reeds in the west wind.
the weeds are a long way away, and the cows bring home the crows at sunset.
On the river, I saw several fishing boats embarrassed by public servants. It was obvious that Yuan Hongdao's fishing rod was frosted at dawn and his clothes were thin.
if you don't register as an official, you will be sent by an official.
The fisherman, Qing Na Lan Xing De, reaped the harvest, but the black silk pole turned red, and the autumn wind was better than the lotus.
people are faint and misty, and they are blown into the reed piccolo. 3. Poems about Rhododendron
Poems about Rhododendron
Famous sentence:
Looking at the South of the Yangtze River by Song Chen Yunping: "Parrots hate parrots on the state side, and cuckoos crow on the branches of Rhododendron.
1. a message to commissioner li at zizhou by Tang Wangwei:
from ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven, on a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling. The spring rain in the mountains is not stopped one night, and the trees on the tops of trees spring.
if girls are asked in tribute the fibre they weave, or farmers quarrel over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward the achievements of Wen Weng, and strive for the past.
2. Tang Libai's Seeing Rhododendron in Xuancheng:
Shu once heard of Zigui Birds, and Xuancheng saw Rhododendron again. One call, one ileum, one break, and three memories in March and March.
3. Difficulties in Shu Dao by Tang Li Bai:
the Mountain of Green Clay is formed of many circles, each hundred steps, we have to turn nine turns among its mound. Panting, we brush Orion and pass the Well Star, then, holding our chests with our hands and sinking to the ground with a groan. We wonder if this westward trail will never have an end
the formidable path ahead grows darker, darker still. With nothing heard but the call of birds hemmed in by the ancient forest, male birds smoothly wheeling, following the females. Jathyapple, and there come to us the melancholy voices of the cuckoos, sorrow empty mountain.
4. Pipa Trip by Tang Bai Juyi:
I came, a year ago, away from the capital, and am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang. And so remote is Jiujiang that I have heard no music, neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year. My quarters, near the River Town, are low and damp, with bitter reeds and yellowed rushes all about the house. And what is to be heard here, morning and evening?? The bleeding cry of cuckoos, the whimpering of apes. On flowery spring mornings and moonlit autumn nights, I have often taken wine up and drunk it all alone.
5. Tang Lihe's Song of the Old Lady Picking Jade:
Picking jade must be beautiful, and it's a womanizer. I am worried about the hunger and cold dragon, and the blue stream is not innocent.
at night, the rain eats the seeds, and the cuckoo's mouth is full of blood and tears. The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and it hates the stream for thousands of years.
the wind and rain on the sloping mountain cypress are like whistling, and the rope hanging at the foot of the spring is green. The village is cold and white, and the baby is missed, and the ancient stone platform hangs grass.
6. Jinse by Tang Li Shangyin:
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth. The sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun. And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
7. Shen Quanqi of Tang Dynasty's "Sleeping at Seven Panling Nights":
Traveling thousands of miles alone, lying high and facing seven Panxi. The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the Tianhe family is low.
Fang Chun is flat and green, and Zi Gui cries in the clear night. Floating guests stay and listen, praising the city to smell the chicken.
8.
Xiang Deng accompanied by a dream, Chu is in the end of the world. The moon sets and the rules rest, and the apricot blossoms are full of people.
9. Tang Cui Tu's Spring Evening:
Flowing flowers and Xie are ruthless, sending the east wind across Chuncheng. Butterfly dreams of home Wan Li, Ziguizhi last night.
The book movement in the old garden has never happened in years, and Hua Fa Chun is only full of mirrors. Of course, if you don't return, you will get it. Who will fight for the smoke scene in the five lakes?
1, Tang Liu Zhongyong's "Listening to the Zheng":
Pulling strings to promote the column to listen to the Qin Zheng, infinite Qin people's sadness and resentment. It's like chasing the spring breeze to know the willow state, and it's like knowing the flowers with the birds.
who's the one who's worried about the lights all night? Where is the empty building thinking about the moon? More into a few heavy parting hate, Luoyang city, the south of the Yangtze River.
11. Huangling Temple by Li Qunyu in Tang Dynasty:
On the edge of Puyun in the north of Xiaoguzhou, two girls are crying and making up. The wild temple is silent to Jiang Chun, and the ancient monument has no word for Sandy.
when the wind returns to the sunset, Fang Zhi blows, and when the moon sets, Du Fu cries deeply. Jude seems to have a look at the inaugural patrol, and nine doubts are like the separation of Hunan and Sichuan.
12. Miscellaneous Poems by Tang Anonymous:
Near the cold food, the rain grass is growing, and the wheat seedlings are blowing against the embankment; When there is no home to return to, the cuckoo will cry to her ear.
13, Song Wen Tianxiang's "The Moon on the Yangtze River":
Gan Kun can be great, and it is not a thing in the pool. There is no place to worry about the wind and rain, and it is even colder. Cross-cutting poems, going upstairs to compose poems, everything snows in the air. If the river flows like this, there will be Yingjie. I can laugh at a leaf drifting away, and come back to Huaishui, which is a cool breeze. In the mirror, Zhu Yan is gone, but Dan Xin is hard to die out. Going to Longsha, looking back, the front line is as green as hair. Old friends should remember that there is a waning moon on the branches of azaleas.
14. Jin Ling Yi by Wen Tianxiang in Song Dynasty:
From now on, I left Jiangnan Road and turned into a crow with blood.
15. Song Anshi's "Going out of the City to Visit the Lodging House without Party affiliation":
Looking for a horse's hoof outside the customs, he wrote a poem of Ren Tianni. The flowers and branches set each other off in the spring, and the mountains invaded the clothes and became fascinated late.
Today's joke is still happy * * *, but after years of rest and hard work, it is difficult to get together. I'm lazy in my career. Thank you for your hospitality, Du Yu.
16. The Tenth Five-Year Plan by Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty:
Put the mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, the North and the South always cared.
17. Song Sushi's Dike Building:
Six Bridges cross the Tianhan River, and Beishan begins to connect with Nanping. Suddenly, I was shocked, and the old cockroach swept through the sky.
In the past, the Pearl Tower was full of green cymbals, but the female wall was still in Sandy. There are willows beside the sixth bridge in Dongfeng, but no oriole sees cuckoo.
18. Song Chaobuzhi's "Lin Jiang Xian Xin Zhou Zuo":
Chen Jiangcheng has no house to buy, and the remnant monks and wild temples depend on each other. Loose medicine mortar bamboo clothes, poor water line everywhere, when Yun Qi sat watching. A lonely bird (cuckoo) has a fate, and it's hard to get drunk and cry? The moon leans on the west courtyard, and the more sad it is. The castle peak is infinitely good, and it is better to return than to return.
19. Song Hezhu's "Midnight Song":
In the middle of the night, the atrium just shines with pear blossoms and snow. Pear blossom snow, too sad to break, cuckoo crying blood. How can the prince and grandson say goodbye to each other? Swallow goodbye, stop running water, and sob for others.
2. Song Wanglan's "Nian Nujiao, Avoid the Land and Overflow the River, Write in the New Pavilion":
Seeing my hometown from a lofty perspective is only in the depths of white clouds. Town, homesick for home, lonely and attentive to Du Yu. The old country is sad, the new pavilion is tearful, and it is raining. The Yangtze River in Wan Li, it is difficult to get rid of this hate. Looking back at the estuary, birds crow and flowers fade. Who is the main one today? Swallows come back, where are the carved beams, and what are the whispers? The most bitter sands, 1, households are exhausted, making blood drift. Stand firm but gentle, be a washed-up remnant. 4. About Qiu Feng's ancient poem
"Sleeping in the Autumn Rain" Tang Bai Juyi
Three autumn nights are cold, and an old man is at ease. After the lights go out, sleep in the beautiful rain.
ash keeps the bottle warm, and incense warms the quilt. It's sunny and cold, and the frost leaves are full of red.
Qing Jiang Yin Yuan Yang Chaoying
It is best to have maple leaves in autumn, which are stained with the blood of orangutans.
Chu Tianqiu is brewed by wind, and Wu Jiangyue is soaked by frost. Go to the red tomorrow!
Tang Liu Changqing, an old traveler, took pity on me and sent wine and sand to see off the relocated guests. The end of the world is full of moonshine, so who can play the flute again on the river?
the flute can make lonely guests worry, and the ripples are as light as water. The sound of business is bright and the sound of feathers is bitter, and Jiang Tian is silent and calendar Jiang Fengqiu.
<
<
<
<
. Dew fireflies are scattered and form their own array, and waterfowl are singing like a flock.
when the maple falls into the river, it will get old in autumn, and the river will be divided at night. Scholar's old negative fame ambition, drunk Long song strong a hin. 5. Poems about Dunhuang
"Song of the Back Courtyard of the Taishou of Dunhuang" Time: Tang Author: Cen Can Dunhuang Taishou is talented and virtuous, and there is nothing to sleep in the county.
when the satrap comes to the mountain, the spring comes out, and the people in Huangshazhai farm. Dunhuang old temples