2. Poems about Lu Hua
The poem about Lu Hua is 1. Find out the most classic sentence about Lu Hua in ancient poetry.
Reed flower
Author: Ye Luo
If you practice like frost, the west wind will cross the river. I didn't see enough fish,
Wang Sunchou, who was temporarily berthed, was also born. It is good to install moonlight beside the brothel, but it is useless to dance with the red leaves and autumn sounds.
It's best for flocks of herons to catch fiber scales and walk beside them in the sunset.
Reed flower
Author: Yong
Sandwiched between the shore and the beach, the branches shook the waves. The moon is like mud and snow, and there is no place to recognize fishermen.
Reed flowers are thousands of miles away, frosty and discolored, and coming to Korea is a mountain barrier.
In the evening, the wind is cold and the reeds are bald. When I came to Hongye Temple in the old days, I thought of Yujingqiu.
Cao Di Lu Hua Wan Li Qiu
Old trees are noisy in western Western jackdaw, and maple leaves and reeds are everywhere. The light during the day should be veiled at noon, and the bead curtain of the painting pavilion is oblique.
Maple leaf reeds are really desolate.
Frosty and cold, Tingting. The reed flowers on the shore are made of snow.
Bai Pingman came back late, and there was frost in autumn on the bank of Luhua.
Just like running water, you can see a fishing boat in the air.
On a cold night, the wind will release Bai Ou.
——————
Is it enough? Not enough to find again ~
2. Ancient poems describing reed flowers
Whispering reed flowers can restore sadness. Li Bai's farewell
Ren is in the deepest part of the reed flower. Du Anshi's Wu Fengqi/Butterfly Lovers
Lu Hua Guan's "Bodhisattva Blows Down the Mountain with Sweat"
See you from Jiangpu to Lu Hua. Xijiang Moon in Wang Zhi: Smoked in red tea.
I am in the depths of the reed flower. Mao Kun's "Qing Ping Le, the cup is deep and not boring"
Reed flowers bloom and fall like floating life. Zhu Dunru's "Good things happen, and the fisherman grows up."
Where to hide reed flowers. Zhu Dunru's Bodhisattva Man, Lotus Red Falling in the Autumn Wind.
Reed flowers fly snow. Ge's Man Ting Reflects Glass
It's not the reeds that get in the way. ChaoZhongCuO in Zhang Lun and the West Bank in Songjiang are even empty.
Snow turns cold, and reed flowers are sad. Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Die of"
The reed flowers on the shore are made of snow. Hong's Nanxiangzi Frosty Moon Leng Tingting
Put the spring thing on Lu Hua. Janice's "Huanxisha"
Romance is a reed flower. Fang Ting, a man in Fang Yue, has a yellow half shell.
3. Poems describing autumn reeds
Ju Yun]-Li Liguang-
Autumn frost makes chrysanthemums, and the sunset glow is endless; A casual sentence has its own natural charm.
[Autumn Sound]-Wind-
In front of the entrance, it was golden and the aroma surged for tourists. Only when the frost is heavy can you become a hero.
[Chrysanthemum City Singing]-Wang Ruting-
The lion dragon is flying in the sky and brilliant again! Light alleys and thick streets are fragrant, and the desk is September chrysanthemum.
Tao Jin Yuanming's Book of the Republic of China;
Fang Ju blooms in Lin Yao, and pine trees stand on the top of rocks. With this virtue, you stand out from the crowd.
Emperor Taizong's "Fude Endgame";
Terraced orchids condense in summer frost, and shore chrysanthemums shine in the morning.
Thin leaves are light green and round flowers are bright yellow. They are still the same color and will smell good after reunion.
Tang Du Fu's Nine Days of Yun 'an;
Cold flowers are gone, chrysanthemums are full of branches.
Tang Bai Juyi's Ode to Chrysanthemum;
Overnight, the new frost hit the tile and the banana collapsed.
Tang Yuanzhen's chrysanthemum
In autumn, the bushes, like Taoist priests, are more and more inclined around the fence. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is more barren.
Tang Wu Lu Lei's Chrysanthemum
Charming golden dress, graceful white jade skin. It's very different when I know it, as if I were cold with age.
It's hard to fall to the ground, but it's better to die if you stick to your skills.
4. Seek poems containing "Lu Hua", preferably modern poems.
One-sided Hewen/Yan Jun
one
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From the days of wandering
I am destined to be
A river, bypassing the river in my hometown.
Brush one's ink
?
I am also a whirlpool, which withers before I leave.
Hide your face deeply
All the waiting endings
Where the moonlight is very spacious, it will pass with a wave of your hand.
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two
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At the moment, I face my hometown.
The sunset is like a flower, which blooms instantly.
People crossing the river are smiling.
And happiness and I are only separated by a river.
?
Who can calm down?
People far away from home, people standing at the bow worried.
Many specious fates float and fall with the waves.
And the door of my hometown is on the tuyere.
Fall gently
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three
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The Millennium is frost, and the Millennium is frost.
Relatives wandering in the fields shouted loudly.
I sat on the wheat pile, remembering the spring.
Recall the pain that a flower can't heal in the river.
?
However, I am still lonely, still waiting for a snow and ice.
Cover me and the carriage that trudged all the way.
?
In the face of mature life, I am very calm.
Just like a fiber puller.
Bleeding, sweating and sunbathing.
Then, find yourself easily.
?
Focus more on the roar of the river
Let all the darkness that blocks your eyes run away.
I kept silent until dawn.
?
four
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Stand on the beach and sleep beside your ancestors.
I don't want to talk about the old days
Guarding the river, guarding the soul of large crops.
Has sent away one crop after another of gold crops.
?
Whose suffering was buried in the river?
Block out the huge sunlight.
The ancestors who originally created this village carried tombstones.
Climb up and down the rising smoke
Keep an eye on it.
Where the swallow falls, point and draw.
?
I should go, the dry season of the river.
Raise the red lantern and walk to the other side.
Bring it back, one or two or more bugs.
?
five
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A woman on horseback passed me.
I am kissing the moonlight.
All the suona in the village are asleep.
The river began to dazzle.
I don't know how to spend the long night.
I think I've seen you, and I've seen the best of Tang poetry and Song poetry.
?
I like picking reed flowers upstream.
Can't save the souls of lonely travelers downstream.
Meet too early, meet too late, all related to frost dew.
Blessed people cry empty.
?
At the moment when the fishing fire ignited, I had already gone far.
5,000-year-old butterflies are waiting for me on the road.
The sound of the waves is getting louder and louder.
A crowded village, lonely and at a loss.
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six
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I am more grateful to the dust.
Come from the dust, go into the dust.
Wearing a simple hat
Generation after generation of sunshine shines on this village.
People who bathe in the river sing to the morning light.
These small voices, either increase or decrease, or die out.
?
You should walk with a bird with a totem.
Perfect words are full of smiles in the same direction.
After paying tribute to the river, I feel hungry.
But there is nothing between heaven and earth.
Looking at the running water, I have unspeakable pain.
5. Ancient poems describing reed flowers
Whispering reed flowers can restore sadness.
Li Bai's farewell was in the deepest part of Lu Hua. Wu Fengqi/butterfly lovers by Du Anshi; Maple Leaf Pu in Lu Hua.
Wang Guan's "Bodhisattva Khan Blows Down the Mountain and the Moon" sees the army from Jiangpu to Lu Hua. I am in the depths of the reed flower.
Mao Kun's "Qing Ping Bei Le is Silent and Tired", reeds bloom and fall like floating life. Where is the reed flower hidden in Zhu Dunru's "A good thing comes near, a fisherman grows up"?
Zhu Dunru's "Bodhisattva Man, hibiscus falling red and autumn wind rushing" is full of flowers and snow. Ge's "Man Ting Reflects Glazed Glass" is not caused by Lu Hua.
Zhang Lun's "water curtain cave in the West Bank of the Jordan River" changed from snow to cold reed flowers. Zhang Xiaoxiang's butterfly lovers You Feiyu is just a little snow.
Hong Zikai's "Frosty Moon in the South Country" and "Leng Tingting" pushed the spring events to Lu Hua. Janice's Huanxisha is a sweet flower.
Fang Ting, a man from Fang Yue, has a yellow half shell.
6. Luhuadang Poetry
White heads, green gauze curtains, wild geese in the north, ink marks on the horizon, wind dancing, a thousand waves on the horizon, silent sunset in Chiba, endless autumn worries, geese leaving people, near winter, sometimes snow in the morning and spring, flowers, poplars, catkins and Xia Yinqian mountains lying in the clouds, butterflies in the Woods are tired and confused, and the old dream of calligraphy is broken.
Poems and paintings in Yunling, Yangguan, Ruyan Liu Jiangcun in moss water, that is, the fishing boat in Sikongshu is not tied back, and Jiangcun sleeps at dusk. Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach.
In Song and Zhou Dynasties, the teacher became a hooligan in Bai Yue, Huang Wei, and Ye was pitiful. In the Song Dynasty, Zhang forgot to spend the night in Luhua, and got up and mistakenly thought it was snowy.
In the Song Dynasty, Yang Huizhi dyed maple leaves with new frost, and the bright moon waxed reed flowers. There is a saying that in the Song Dynasty, there was a lot of make-up, the jade tiles were smooth, and the reeds brushed lightly.
In the Song Dynasty, outside Zhao Nanxuan's door, the wind and bamboo were calm for a while, and reeds swayed with the sound of OARS. Bai Niao pulled the curtain and went outside. The wind was calm and the boat stopped.
West-Zheng Xiang, Guo Song is a famous monastery, and there are 89 temples in the west. Fish has nowhere to sell, and wine is sold as reed flowers.
The six characters in the mountain road are sent to Taoist Cui. In the Song Dynasty, the warm clouds are in danger, and the sun sinks and the boat is moored to the flat sand. Alas, when I went home, the smoke in the kitchen rose from a distance.
Fisherman Song Zhu Where is the fisherman's home in Ji Fang? He used to stay in Lu Hua for a long time. Last night, it was snowing in Jiangcun, and 100 yuan bought hemp fiber.
I didn't know that Zhao Fanfeng was red and white until I was sent there, and the ship was moored at night. An old friend dreams all his life, and the drizzle says acacia.
The poem of Eight Scenes of Wild Goose Scenery in Pingsha, Xiaoxiang, calls for lovers to go to the cold pavilion and compete for lodging in the reed calyx. At midnight, the fisherman got up and flew down.
At the time of inscription, there were ten hidden tree paintings in Baijiang Village, King Song, which were sent to Zheng Hong from afar. The sky is blue, who will continue the wind?
Liu's photos of dead trees and fishing villages in Dongpo. Song and sun should be in the sunset, the geese shadow the river, and the moon is drunk. Beg me to smoke a leaf and accompany you to the side of Mount Cisse.
There are new geese in Lu Hua, Song Boren. They are surrounded by water. Pure non-human, my poem is incomplete.
The Beauty of Harmony: Four lonely Hezhou Nights by Sima Guang in Hezhou Song Dynasty, with reed flowers around the city. Lonely guests have not slept for a long time, and the window lights are cold.
Song Shi Zuqin's melancholy autumn atmosphere, while Qiu Guang is indifferent. Egrets fly into the distant sky, like the bright moon and reeds.
Song Hongzi is caught in a thousand poles, and the rain is red and the frost is purple. Silent and distant sails came, flapping the clear seagulls.
Wendy, Song and Dong are four tall, the four seas are shallow, and the lonely city is deeper. Who plays the flute on the boat and blows it into the reed forest?
Ten wild steps, a few residual willows in the song dynasty, and two rock reeds in the west wind. The weeds are far away, and the sunset brings the cattle back to the crow.
On the river, I saw several fishing boats embarrassed by public servants. Yuan Hongdao's fishing rod was frosted at dawn and his clothes were thin. An acre of land that was not registered as an official was also sent by the official.
Fisherman Qing Nalan Xingde collects nylon rods, and autumn wind is better than lotus. People are foggy and blown into reeds.
Poems about reed flowers 1. Poems about reeds
1, Nanchi night talk in the same year as Hou.
Author: Xu Hun in Tang Dynasty
Reed is pruned at dusk, and birds in the stream go fishing.
The dew is cool, the flowers are gathering in the evening, and the wind is quiet and bamboo contains autumn.
The slender figure of reeds stood in the dusk, and the poultry in the stream got on the fishing boat one after another. In the evening, the dew is cool and the flowers converge their petals. The wind is still, and bamboo smells of autumn.
2. "Send Geng Chu Shi"
Author: Jia Dao in Tang Dynasty
Autumn in Chuanyuan Garden is very quiet, and reeds sing in the evening breeze.
In autumn, the mountains and grasslands look quiet, and reeds sing happily in the evening breeze.
3. "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"
Author: Su Shi in Song Dynasty
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
Two or three peach blossoms are blooming outside the bamboo forest, and ducks are swimming in the water. They first noticed the warming of the river in early spring. The beach has been covered with Artemisia selengensis, asparagus has begun to sprout, and puffer fish is about to swim back into the river from the sea.
4. Eight Ships Entering Kuangshan in Late Autumn
Author: Guan Xiu in Tang Dynasty
Deep in the reed flowers, the fishing songs are long.
Although the heart recalls the past, the sails are like floating Hunan.
From the depths of the reed flowers on the river came the melodious fishing songs of fishermen. Although people are still thinking about the land of wuyue, the sails have set sail on the Xiangjiang River without nostalgia.
5. Walking among the reeds
Author: Song Author: Peng
The reed rustles in the evening wind, and the captain is painted in the rain.
Living is boring, but it's good to have an old fishing tube by the stream.
A misty evening breeze blew from the reed forest, and the boat was picturesque in the rain reed forest. I'm tired of the Jianghu things in my life and I'm fishing leisurely by the river.
6. "Send the German teacher from East Zhejiang to the West in the Imperial Palace"
Author: Zhang Ben in Tang Dynasty
The willows are gradually thinning the reeds, and I will send you home on a poor day.
Interpretation: The willow leaves are gradually falling, and the reeds are white. I'll send you back at sunset in the evening.
2. Poetry and snow describe reed flowers
Whispering reed flowers can restore sadness. Li Bai's farewell
Ren is in the deepest part of the reed flower. Du Anshi's Wu Fengqi/Butterfly Lovers
Lu Hua Guan's "Bodhisattva Blows Down the Mountain with Sweat"
See you from Jiangpu to Lu Hua. Xijiang Moon in Wang Zhi: Smoked in red tea.
I am in the depths of the reed flower. Mao Kun's "Qing Ping Le, the cup is deep and not boring"
Reed flowers bloom and fall like floating life. Zhu Dunru's "Good things happen, and the fisherman grows up."
Where to hide reed flowers. Zhu Dunru's Bodhisattva Man, Lotus Red Falling in the Autumn Wind.
Reed flowers fly snow. Ge's Man Ting Reflects Glass
It's not the reeds that get in the way. ChaoZhongCuO in Zhang Lun and the West Bank in Songjiang are even empty.
Snow turns cold, and reed flowers are sad. Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Die of"
The reed flowers on the shore are made of snow. Hong's Nanxiangzi Frosty Moon Leng Tingting
Put the spring thing on Lu Hua. Janice's "Huanxisha"
Romance is a reed flower. Fang Ting, a man in Fang Yue, has a yellow half shell.
3. Find out the most classic sentences about Lu Hua in ancient poetry.
Reed flower
Author: Ye Luo
If you practice like frost, the west wind will cross the river. I didn't see enough fish,
Wang Sunchou, who was temporarily berthed, was also born. It is good to install moonlight beside the brothel, but it is useless to dance with the red leaves and autumn sounds.
It's best for flocks of herons to catch fiber scales and walk beside them in the sunset.
Reed flower
Author: Yong
Sandwiched between the shore and the beach, the branches shook the waves. The moon is like mud and snow, and there is no place to recognize fishermen.
Reed flowers are thousands of miles away, frosty and discolored, and coming to Korea is a mountain barrier.
In the evening, the wind is cold and the reeds are bald. When I came to Hongye Temple in the old days, I thought of Yujingqiu.
Cao Di Lu Hua Wan Li Qiu
Old trees are noisy in western Western jackdaw, and maple leaves and reeds are everywhere. The light during the day should be veiled at noon, and the bead curtain of the painting pavilion is oblique.
Maple leaf reeds are really desolate.
Frosty and cold, Tingting. The reed flowers on the shore are made of snow.
Bai Pingman came back late, and there was frost in autumn on the bank of Luhua.
Just like running water, you can see a fishing boat in the air.
On a cold night, the wind will release Bai Ou.
——————
Is it enough? Not enough to find again ~
4. Ancient poems describing reed flowers
Whispering reed flowers can restore sadness.
Li Bai's farewell was in the deepest part of Lu Hua. Wu Fengqi/butterfly lovers by Du Anshi; Maple Leaf Pu in Lu Hua.
Wang Guan's "Bodhisattva Khan Blows Down the Mountain and the Moon" sees the army from Jiangpu to Lu Hua. I am in the depths of the reed flower.
Mao Kun's "Qing Ping Bei Le is Silent and Tired", reeds bloom and fall like floating life. Where is the reed flower hidden in Zhu Dunru's "A good thing comes near, a fisherman grows up"?
Zhu Dunru's "Bodhisattva Man, hibiscus falling red and autumn wind rushing" is full of flowers and snow. Ge's "Man Ting Reflects Glazed Glass" is not caused by Lu Hua.
Zhang Lun's "water curtain cave in the West Bank of the Jordan River" changed from snow to cold reed flowers. Zhang Xiaoxiang's butterfly lovers You Feiyu is just a little snow.
Hong Zikai's "Frosty Moon in the South Country" and "Leng Tingting" pushed the spring events to Lu Hua. Janice's Huanxisha is a sweet flower.
Fang Ting, a man from Fang Yue, has a yellow half shell.
5. Luhuadang Poetry
White-headed green gauze tent
Ink on the horizon of northern rock
The wind and dance make waves.
In Qiu Ren, the sun sets and the leaves are silent.
Autumn sorrow is infinite, and geese leave people.
Winter is coming, and sometimes it snows in the morning.
Spring awakens the catkins of birch trees.
Clouds lie hidden in a thousand hills under the clouds.
Sparse butterflies are tired and confused,
Mo Lengzheng's old dream remains the same.
Poetry and painting Yang Guanxu,
Ruyan Liu, the ink storage office.
Jiangcun is that thing.
Sikongshu
Fishing came back, but I was too lazy to tie the rope and let the fishing boat drift in the wind; At this time, the waning moon is already in the west, but I am sleeping soundly.
Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach.
In Song and Zhou Dynasties, the teacher became a hooligan in Bai Yue, Huang Wei, and Ye was pitiful.
In the Song Dynasty, Zhang forgot to spend the night in Luhua, and got up and mistakenly thought it was snowy.
In the Song Dynasty, Yang Huizhi dyed maple leaves with new frost, and the bright moon waxed reed flowers.
There is a saying that in the Song Dynasty, there was a lot of make-up, the jade tiles were smooth, and the reeds brushed lightly.
In the Song Dynasty, outside Zhao Nanxuan's door, the wind and bamboo were calm for a while, and reeds swayed with the sound of OARS.
Bai Niao pulled the curtain and went outside. The wind was calm and the boat stopped.
West-Zheng Xiang, Guo Song is a famous monastery, and there are 89 temples in the west.
Fish has nowhere to sell, and wine is sold as reed flowers.
The six characters in the mountain road are sent to Taoist Cui. In the Song Dynasty, the warm clouds are in danger, and the sun sinks and the boat is moored to the flat sand.
Alas, when I went home, the smoke in the kitchen rose from a distance.
Fisherman Song Zhu Where is the fisherman's home in Ji Fang? He used to stay in Lu Hua for a long time.
Last night, it was snowing in Jiangcun, and 100 yuan bought hemp fiber.
I didn't know that Zhao Fanfeng was red and white until I was sent there, and the ship was moored at night.
An old friend dreams all his life, and the drizzle says acacia.
The poem of Eight Scenes of Wild Goose Scenery in Pingsha, Xiaoxiang, calls for lovers to go to the cold pavilion and compete for lodging in the reed calyx.
At midnight, the fisherman got up and flew down.
At the time of inscription, there were ten hidden tree paintings in Baijiang Village, King Song, which were sent to Zheng Hong from afar.
The sky is blue, who will continue the wind?
Liu's photos of dead trees and fishing villages in Dongpo. Song and sun should be in the sunset, the geese shadow the river, and the moon is drunk.
Beg me to smoke a leaf and accompany you to the side of Mount Cisse.
There are new geese in Lu Hua, Song Boren. They are surrounded by water.
Pure non-human, my poem is incomplete.
The Beauty of Harmony: Four lonely Hezhou Nights by Sima Guang in Hezhou Song Dynasty, with reed flowers around the city.
Lonely guests have not slept for a long time, and the window lights are cold.
Song Shi Zuqin's melancholy autumn atmosphere, while Qiu Guang is indifferent.
Egrets fly into the distant sky, like the bright moon and reeds.
Song Hongzi is caught in a thousand poles, and the rain is red and the frost is purple.
Silent and distant sails came, flapping the clear seagulls.
Wendy, Song and Dong are four tall, the four seas are shallow, and the lonely city is deeper.
Who plays the flute on the boat and blows it into the reed forest?
Ten wild steps, a few residual willows in the song dynasty, and two rock reeds in the west wind.
The weeds are far away, and the sunset brings the cattle back to the crow.
On the river, I saw several fishing boats embarrassed by public servants. Yuan Hongdao's fishing rod was frosted at dawn and his clothes were thin.
An acre of land that was not registered as an official was also sent by the official.
Fisherman Qing Nalan Xingde collects nylon rods, and autumn wind is better than lotus.
People are foggy and blown into reeds.
6. Poems about autumn reeds
Ju Yun]-Li Liguang-
Autumn frost makes chrysanthemums, and the sunset glow is endless; A casual sentence has its own natural charm.
[Autumn Sound]-Wind-
In front of the entrance, it was golden and the aroma surged for tourists. Only when the frost is heavy can you become a hero.
[Chrysanthemum City Singing]-Wang Ruting-
The lion dragon is flying in the sky and brilliant again! Light alleys and thick streets are fragrant, and the desk is September chrysanthemum.
Tao Jin Yuanming's Book of the Republic of China;
Fang Ju blooms in Lin Yao, and Song Qingyan ranks. With this chastity, you will stand out from the crowd.
Emperor Taizong's "Fude Endgame";
Terraced orchids condense in summer frost, and shore chrysanthemums shine in the morning.
Thin leaves are light green and round flowers are bright yellow. They are still the same color and will smell good after reunion.
Tang Du Fu's Nine Days of Yun 'an;
Cold flowers are gone, chrysanthemums are full of branches.
Tang Bai Juyi's Ode to Chrysanthemum;
Overnight, the new frost hit the tile and the banana collapsed.
Tang Yuanzhen's chrysanthemum
In autumn, the bushes, like Taoist priests, are more and more inclined around the fence. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is more barren.
Tang Wu Lu Lei's Chrysanthemum
Charming golden dress, graceful white jade skin. It's very different when I know it, as if I were cold with age.
It's hard to fall to the ground, but it's better to die if you stick to your skills.
7. Luhuadang Poetry
White heads, green gauze curtains, wild geese in the north, ink marks on the horizon, wind dancing, a thousand waves on the horizon, silent sunset in Chiba, endless autumn worries, geese leaving people, near winter, sometimes snow in the morning and spring, flowers, poplars, catkins and Xia Yinqian mountains lying in the clouds, butterflies in the Woods are tired and confused, and the old dream of calligraphy is broken.
Poems and paintings in Yunling, Yangguan, Ruyan Liu Jiangcun in moss water, that is, the fishing boat in Sikongshu is not tied back, and Jiangcun sleeps at dusk. Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach.
In Song and Zhou Dynasties, the teacher became a hooligan in Bai Yue, Huang Wei, and Ye was pitiful. In the Song Dynasty, Zhang forgot to spend the night in Luhua, and got up and mistakenly thought it was snowy.
In the Song Dynasty, Yang Huizhi dyed maple leaves with new frost, and the bright moon waxed reed flowers. There is a saying that in the Song Dynasty, there was a lot of make-up, the jade tiles were smooth, and the reeds brushed lightly.
In the Song Dynasty, outside Zhao Nanxuan's door, the wind and bamboo were calm for a while, and reeds swayed with the sound of OARS. Bai Niao pulled the curtain and went outside. The wind was calm and the boat stopped.
West-Zheng Xiang, Guo Song is a famous monastery, and there are 89 temples in the west. Fish has nowhere to sell, and wine is sold as reed flowers.
The six characters in the mountain road are sent to Taoist Cui. In the Song Dynasty, the warm clouds are in danger, and the sun sinks and the boat is moored to the flat sand. Alas, when I went home, the smoke in the kitchen rose from a distance.
Fisherman Song Zhu Where is the fisherman's home in Ji Fang? He used to stay in Lu Hua for a long time. Last night, it was snowing in Jiangcun, and 100 yuan bought hemp fiber.
I didn't know that Zhao Fanfeng was red and white until I was sent there, and the ship was moored at night. An old friend dreams all his life, and the drizzle says acacia.
The poem of Eight Scenes of Wild Goose Scenery in Pingsha, Xiaoxiang, calls for lovers to go to the cold pavilion and compete for lodging in the reed calyx. At midnight, the fisherman got up and flew down.
At the time of inscription, there were ten hidden tree paintings in Baijiang Village, King Song, which were sent to Zheng Hong from afar. The sky is blue, who will continue the wind?
Liu's photos of dead trees and fishing villages in Dongpo. Song and sun should be in the sunset, the geese shadow the river, and the moon is drunk. Beg me to smoke a leaf and accompany you to the side of Mount Cisse.
There are new geese in Lu Hua, Song Boren. They are surrounded by water. Pure non-human, my poem is incomplete.
The Beauty of Harmony: Four lonely Hezhou Nights by Sima Guang in Hezhou Song Dynasty, with reed flowers around the city. Lonely guests have not slept for a long time, and the window lights are cold.
Song Shi Zuqin's melancholy autumn atmosphere, while Qiu Guang is indifferent. Egrets fly into the distant sky, like the bright moon and reeds.
Song Hongzi is caught in a thousand poles, and the rain is red and the frost is purple. Silent and distant sails came, flapping the clear seagulls.
Wendy, Song and Dong are four tall, the four seas are shallow, and the lonely city is deeper. Who plays the flute on the boat and blows it into the reed forest?
Ten wild steps, a few residual willows in the song dynasty, and two rock reeds in the west wind. The weeds are far away, and the sunset brings the cattle back to the crow.
On the river, I saw several fishing boats embarrassed by public servants. Yuan Hongdao's fishing rod was frosted at dawn and his clothes were thin. An acre of land that was not registered as an official was also sent by the official.
Fisherman Qing Nalan Xingde collects nylon rods, and autumn wind is better than lotus. People are foggy and blown into reeds.