Wang Wei, a poem about Du Fu

1. Wang Wei wrote Du Fu's poems

Wang Wei's poem about Du Fu 1. Poems about Du Fu.

1, go to bed at seven o'clock. Pan Ling-Shen Quanqi

Walking alone for thousands of miles, lying high and lying on seven sides. The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the Tianhe family is low.

Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night. Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken.

2, "The Old Lady Picks Jade Songs"-Li He

Pick jade, pick jade, and make a lewd step.

I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent.

The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears.

The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years.

The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring.

The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform.

3, "Spring Festival Evening"-Cui Tu

Flowers thanked two heartless people and sent the east wind to spring.

Last night, Dream Butterfly returned home to Wan Li, and Zi Guizhi.

The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors.

Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera?

4. Listen to Liu.

The string urges the column to listen, and the sorrow and resentment of the Qin people are infinite.

It's like chasing the spring breeze to know Liuzhou, just like knowing flowers with birds.

Who is sad at night? Where do you miss the moon in an empty building?

More into a few heavy parting hate, Luoyang city, Jiangnan.

5. To Zizhou's Ambassador Li-Wang Wei

Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan. The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.

2. A famous poem about azaleas

1. A letter to Wei Shi Li in Tang Dynasty

Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan.

The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

Han women work hard to weave taxes, while Ba people rarely compete for fields.

I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.

Wanhe ancient trees are towering, and cuckoos crow in the depths of Qian Shan.

The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and hundreds of springs are flowing at the top of the trees.

Women in China have worked hard to pay taxes on weaving, while Pakistanis have fought for less lawsuits.

I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements and work hard to repay the sages.

2. "Look at Xuancheng/Zigui Rhododendron" Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

Shu has heard of Zigui bird and Xuancheng has seen azaleas.

One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.

I have seen rhododendrons in Shu and rhododendrons in Xuancheng.

Once a cuckoo cries, my tears flow once and my heart is broken. Spring is bright in March, and I always talk about the No.3 bus in my hometown.

3. Li He's Song of Picking a Jade Girl in the Tang Dynasty

Pick jade, pick jade, and make a lewd step.

I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent.

The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears.

The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years.

The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring.

The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform.

Migrant workers are constantly picking jade. What they want to pick is precious water. It's just carved on ladies' jewelry to dress up ladies.

The old man was hungry and cold to pick jade, which made the dragon in the water feel sad. The blue stream has also become turbid.

On the wild mountain in the dark, the old man had to eat hazelnuts. Cuckoo groaned and cried blood, just like the old man's sad tears.

The deep and dangerous blue stream devoured many jade miners alive. Even after thousands of years, ghosts buried in the water still hate Blue Creek.

On the steep slope, cypress trees roar and the wind is crazy and the rain is urgent. The old man tied a rope around his waist, hanging from the foot of the mountain to the bottom of the blue stream.

Mentally, I miss the hut in the cold village, and the weak girls are crying. Looking at the grass hanging on the cliff steps, the old man felt sad.

4. Jinse by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

There are twenty-five strings in Thuben, but this poem was written after Li Shangyin's wife died, so fifty strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time.

Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.

The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls. Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke.

Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.

5. "Midnight Song jathyapple" He Zhu in the Song Dynasty

In the middle of the night, the atrium just shines with pear blossoms and snowy moons. Pear blossom and snowy moon, sad, cuckoo crying blood.

How should the prince and grandson say goodbye? Swallow goodbye, stop running water and sob for others.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight shines on the pear flowers in the courtyard like snow in winter, and the feeling of lovesickness is endless, which makes people sad, and Du Like cries blood. Why haven't the vagrant heard from you? At that time, I held back my tears and said goodbye to you on the path in Sang Rou. Only the running water in the tap seems to know my heart, making a gurgling sound, as if crying for me.

6. Jinling Post Wen Tianxiang in Song Dynasty

The grass leaves the palace and turns to the morning glow. What makes a lonely cloud?

The mountains and rivers are the same, but the people in the city are different.

Reed flowers grow old with me everywhere. Who will fly next to the swallows in my hometown?

From now on, I will leave Jiangnan Road and become a crow with blood.

Wan Li Jin 'ou lost his strength and his clothes hung upside down.

The blood in Du Yu's voice is empty, and his beard is half removed.

When I am old, the autumn wind blows me evil, and I dream back to the cold moon to shine on people.

The success or failure of the Millennium is dust, which makes people talk.

Where is your home in the palace full of weeds in the sunset?

The great rivers and mountains of the motherland are no different from the original ones, and the people have become subjects of alien rule.

The reed flowers on the ground are as old as me, the people are displaced and the country is dead.

Now I have to leave this familiar old place, and there is no hope of returning to the south. Let my soul come back after my death!

The decline of Jiangshan lies in the lack of grand plans. Even Emperor Deyou knelt down to the aliens, just like mud falling from the sky.

Deyou is the king of national subjugation. Even if the cuckoo cried his mouth out, he was homeless and the little emperor died.

People are old, and the autumn wind makes me feel distressed. I woke up in a dream, and Leng Yue shone on the lonely people.

In the long river of history, a moment's success or failure is nothing. The most noteworthy thing is that people praise themselves as gentlemen.

3. Write a poem about cuckoo.

1, cuckoo's bleeding cry, ape's whimper.

the Tang Dynasty

Bai Juyi

Pipa tour

2. The king's longing for love is crying in the cuckoo.

the Tang Dynasty

Li shangyin

golden

3. The cuckoo crows among the azaleas

Song dynasty; surname

Yan Dao Ji

Partridges and the sky, wandering on strangers and flying on stumps.

4. Rhododendron crows in the depths of flowers.

Song dynasty; surname

Yan Dao Ji

Partridge day leaning against the Cuiwei Shili Tower

5, endure to listen to the cuckoo crow in the forest.

Song dynasty; surname

Zhou Bangyan

Huanxisha

6, cuckoo speechless is dusk

clean

Cao Xueqin

Bury flowers

7. The cuckoo sounds like a circle of water.

Song dynasty; surname

Huang tingjian

Huanxisha

8, endure to listen to the cuckoo crow on the forest.

Song dynasty; surname

Zhou Bangyan

Huanxisha

9, cuckoo sound cutting

Song dynasty; surname

Xin Qiji

"Why Sina, green trees listen to thrush"

10, cuckoos crow for thousands of miles in the Spring Festival Evening.

Modern Times

Wang Guowei

The Little Mermaid Du Fu Spring Festival Evening

4. Poems describing cuckoos

1, "Sleeping in the Seven Panling"-Shen Quanqi walks thousands of miles alone and lies in the Seven Panxi.

The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the Tianhe family is low. Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night.

Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken. 2, "The Old Lady Picks Jade Songs"-Li He picks jade to make it a lewd step.

I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent. The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears.

The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years. The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring.

The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform. 3, "Spring Festival Evening"-Cui Tu "Flowing flowers thank two heartless, send the east wind to the process of spring".

Last night, Dream Butterfly returned home to Wan Li, and Zi Guizhi. The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors.

Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera? 4, "Listening to Politics"-Liu draws strings to promote column listening, Qin people are infinitely sad and resentful. It's like chasing the spring breeze to know Liuzhou, just like knowing flowers with birds.

Who is sad at night? Where do you miss the moon in an empty building? More into a few heavy parting hate, Luoyang city, Jiangnan. 5. A letter to Li, the envoy of Zizhou —— Wang Wei's "Wan He Tree Reaches the Sky, Thousand Peaks Cuckling".

The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring. China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields.

I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.

5. Write Du Fu's poems.

It must be difficult to go to Bao Zhao (Northern and Southern Dynasties)

Fear came suddenly, so he rode out of the north gate.

Looking up, you can see the pine and cypress garden.

Squat, squat, with thorns.

There is a bird called cuckoo, which is said to be the soul of the ancient Shu emperor.

The voice is sad and the feathers are gaunt like a man's beard.

Flying away from trees and pecking at insects and ants, how can you remember the past?

This change of life and death makes sense, and the center can't speak.

Li Bai, The Road to Death Part 5 (Tang Dynasty)

Simon Simon looked at the lake, and the green reed leaves gathered together.

Where is your heart? There is no big Jiangxi in the future.

Rest the horse beside the spring grass and want to travel far.

He put up with the bird, even to me.

6. Poems about cuckoos

Oh, but it's very high and dangerous!

The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky!

Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age.

Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai.

And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei.

Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone pile was hooked.

On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel.

Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use.

The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound.

Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned.

We doubt whether this path to the west will never end. It is too steep to climb.

Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird.

When I arrived, I heard cuckoo's melancholy cry again. I was worried about the dangers of the empty mountain and the Shu Road, and it was difficult to get to the sky!

Even hearing it makes your cheeks pale.

The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface.

Flying rapids and waterfalls compete to make noise, slap cliffs and turn stones into mountains and canyons.

You've come a long way at all risks!

Although the pass of the watchtower is strong and steep, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it.

What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? .

There are hungry tigers in the daytime, and there are poisonous reptiles at night. Their teeth and fangs are ready to kill people like hemp.

Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon.

The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Look sideways to the west, it's getting longer.

Rhododendron, also called Zigui, appeared in ancient poems.

Another example is "seeing off the spring"

In March, the residual flowers bloom even more, and the small eaves swallow day by day.

Zi Gui still cries blood in the middle of the night, so he doesn't believe that the east wind can't call him back.