Poems written by some swindlers.

1. Misty poetry insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are broken rocks. After many trials and tribulations, it is still strong, and there are winds in the east, west, north and south.

1 1 gave Gu Cao a farewell.

Bai Juyi

The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season.

Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze.

Sweet they pressed on the old highway and reached the crumbling gate.

Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you.

In the early spring, there were two songs written by Zhang Shiba, the Ministry of Water Resources (I).

Han Yu

The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.

The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke willow of the emperor.

Ouyang Xiu's Three Poems of Youchun in Fengle Pavilion

Surrounded by mountains, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, the breeze is rippling and flowers are flying.

The spring clouds are light and the wind is light, and the satrap is greeted in front of the grass pavilion, and the flower basket is drunk and arranged flowers.

Mangroves and green hills are dying, and the grass in the long suburbs is boundless. No matter when spring ends, tourists will walk in front of the exhibition hall.

Chileger

Folk songs in northern dynasties

Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

The sky is like a vault, and the cage covers all the fields.

The sky is gray and wild,

When the wind blows, I see cattle and sheep below.

Heiweipai

Liu Yuxi

Weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge,

The sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.

In the old society, Wang Xieyan,

Fly into the homes of ordinary people.

6 York

[Song] Zhao Shixiu

It rains at home in Huangmei season.

Frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.

I can't make an appointment for midnight,

Knock the chess pieces down and die.

1. The sky is gray,

When the wind blows, I see cattle and sheep below.

(Song of Chile)

The endless grassland on the plain,

As each season comes and goes.

(Bai Juyi: "Fu De Gu Cao Yuan Farewell"

Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers still exist.

Trees and grass turn green again in spring.

(Du Fu: Hope in Spring)

But how much love does an inch of grass have,

Make three spring scenery.

(Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")

5. The forest is black, and the wind hits the grass.

However, the general tried to shoot arrows at night.

(Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")

6. grow beans in Shannan,

There are more grass and fewer bean seedlings.

(Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden)

7. The road is narrow and the vegetation is long.

The dew in the evening stained my clothes.

(Tao Yuanming: (Returning to Yuantianju))

8. I feel sorry for you,

There is an oriole singing in the tree.

(Wei Wuying: (in Xixi, Chuzhou))

9. These flowers are becoming more and more charming.

Only shallow grass can have no horseshoe.

(Bai Juyi: (Qiantang Spring Tour))

10. The rain in Tianjie is very refreshing.

The color of the grass is far and near, but not at all.

(Han Yu: "Two Early Spring Poems by Zhang Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water")

1 1. The eaves are low and small.

There is green grass on the stream.

(Xin Qiji: "Qingpingle Village Residence")

Outside the exhibition hall,

Along the ancient road,

The grass in the sky is blue.

(Li Shutong: "Goodbye")

13. Lonely and pitying the grass,

There is an oriole singing in the tree.

(Wei Wuying: In Xixi Chuzhou)

14. The rain in Tianjie is very refreshing.

The color of the grass is far and near, but not at all.

(Han Yu's Early Spring Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department as Foreign Minister)

15. Weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge,

The sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. (Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane)

16. The forest is black, and the wind hits the grass.

However, the general tried to shoot arrows at night.

(Xia Sai Qu by Lu Lun)

Farewell to Ancient Grass Tang Bai Juyi

The endless grass on the plain, with the seasons coming and going, the wildfire never completely devoured them. They grew taller in the spring breeze, and squeezed sweetly on the ancient avenue to reach the crumbling city gate. Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you.

Tang Hanyu in early spring

The rain in the sky is crisp, the grass is far and near, but there is nothing. The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is definitely better than the willow.

Bai Juyi, Qiantang spring outing

Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.

Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.

Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.

I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana.

Wei Wuying in Xixi, Chuzhou

Alone, pitied by grass and streams,

There is an oriole singing in the tree.

The rain brought by the spring tide comes late and urgently,

No one crossed the river in the wild.

2. A deceptive statement with a deeper meaning. The moonlit night in autumn is quiet and lofty; The moonlit night in winter is cold and silent; The moonlit night in spring is comfortable and warm. Summer-its moonlit night, like the sound of a caterpillar, is always so different and full of vitality. And the summer night in the country is even more wonderful.

That year, I went home with my parents to visit relatives. The sun couldn't stay up for a long time, so I rubbed my sleepy eyes and set in the western hills. Thus, the moonlit night, driving the wind of reunion after a long separation in summer, strongly covered the blue sky with a black veil.

Autumn moonlit night, quiet and high; The moonlit night in winter is cold and silent; The moonlit night in spring is comfortable and warm. Summer-its moonlit night, like the sound of a caterpillar, is always so different and full of vitality. And the summer night in the country is even more wonderful.

That year, I went home with my parents to visit relatives. The sun couldn't stay up for a long time, so I rubbed my sleepy eyes and set in the western hills. Thus, the moonlit night, driving the wind of reunion after a long separation in summer, strongly covered the blue sky with a black veil.