Five ancient poems
Cao Cao is watching the sea.
Jieshi is in the east, and you can see the sea.
There are many trees and plenty of herbs. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough.
A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; The star Han is brilliant and unexpected.
Fortunately, even, the song sings with ambition.
The next berth in Beibao Mountain is Wang Wan.
Under the blue mountain, we meandered forward, and my boat and I followed the green water until the river bank widened at low tide and there was no wind blowing my lonely sail.
... now the night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in the freshness, so I can finally send my messenger? Geese, return to Luoyang.
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.
Xin Qiji in Xijiang Moon
The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight.
In Taoxiang, there is a bumper harvest, listening to frogs.
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains two or three times in front of the mountain.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest and the road turned to the stream.
"Day crystal sand? Qiu Si, Ma Zhiyuan.
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water,
The old road is thin and thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
【 Appendix Poem 】
Li Shangyin (Tang), A Short Message to a Northern Friend on a Rainy Night.
When you ask about the return date, it rains at night in the autumn pool.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window and talk about the rain at night.
Although the tortoise has a long life-Cao Cao (Eastern Han Dynasty)
Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has time; A snake riding a fog turned out to be dust.
The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyr's later years were full of courage.
The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish happiness can last forever.
Fortunately, even, the song sings with ambition.
Thoughts on Reading —— Zhu (Song)
When the square pond of half an acre is opened, the sky is high and the clouds are light.
Ask the canal to be so clear, because there is running water at the source.
Chang Jian (Tang Dynasty), the Zen Forest after the Broken Mountain Temple
On a pure morning, near an ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops, and my road twists and turns through a sheltered valley, branches and flowers to a Buddhist retreat.
Here, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, people are calm, a pool of spring water, and everything is silent, except Yu Zhong Yin Qing.
Like a dream-Li Qingzhao (Song)
Always remember the sunset in Xiting, intoxicated and unaware of the way home.
After all, I returned to the boat late and strayed into the depths of the lotus.
Fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing, a pool of gulls and herons rose.
Huai Dumu (Tang)
Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.
Businessmen don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing "backyard flowers" across the river.
"I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Long Biao was sent here." li po
Flowers bloom and children cry, and dragons and dragons cross five streams.
I am worried about the bright moon, and the wind blows to the west at night.
"Huanxisha" Yan Shu
A new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old. When does the sun set? Helpless, let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan's return, and Xiaoyuan Xiangjing wandered alone.
Yang Wanli (Song), passing by the morning cooking paint shop in Song Academy.
Mo Yan has no difficulty going down the mountain. He makes pedestrians happy.
Enter the Wanshan Circle, one mountain crosses another.
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Ancient poetry of the first day of junior high school
Wu Jun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains
The mountain and the sky are connected into clouds, and the afterglow of the sunset can be seen from the cracks in the bamboo forest. Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window.
Wangweide bamboo building
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song"
In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, the Pingqiang River reflected. In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.
Smell the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Cen Can is meeting a messenger to the capital.
The old country has a long road to the east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell have not dried. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Du Pu meets Li Guinian downstream.
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Zhao Shixiu's The Guest.
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
Zhao Yi's On Poetry
Du Li's poems have been circulated for thousands of years and are not new so far. There are many talented people all over the country, and their poems and popularity will last for hundreds of years.