One hundred poems that lead people

Poems that lead people

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. ——Du Mu "Qingming"

I wish you a long life and a long journey to visit the beautiful lady. ——Su Shi "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When will the bright moon come"

I don't know who the moon in the river is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water. ——Zhang Ruoxu "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night"

I don't know how many people are returning by the moon, and the falling moon shakes the trees in the river with love. ——Zhang Ruoxu "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"

Who has never died since ancient times? Keep your loyalty to reflect history. ——Wen Tianxiang "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. ——Wang Wei "In the Mountain"

I know from afar that my brothers are climbing to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. ——Wang Wei "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

The thoughts of wandering children in the floating clouds, the love of old friends in the setting sun. ——Li Bai's "Send Off to a Friend"

Lover complains about the distant night, but actually starts to miss her at night. ——Zhang Jiuling "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"

The flowers are gradually enchanting the eyes, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves. ——Bai Juyi's "Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake"

I am afraid that I can't tell you the story in a hurry, and travelers have to open it again before leaving. ——Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts"

The meaning of parting with you is that we are both official travelers. ——Wang Bo "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"

The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the North Dipper is tilted to the south. ——Liu Fangping, "Moonlight Night"

People in the past have gone there by Yellow Crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower is empty here. ——Cui Hao "Yellow Crane Tower"

Where is Rimu Xiangguan? The smoke on the Yanbo River makes people sad. ——Cui Hao, "Yellow Crane Tower"

The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. ——Tao Yuanming, "Drinking·Part 5"

An old friend invited me to Tian's house with chicken and millet. ——Meng Haoran "Passing the Old Friend's Village"

I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——Wang Wei "Farewell to the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"

My old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. ——Li Bai "Send Meng Haoran to Guangling from the Yellow Crane Tower"

The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty was at the end of the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. ——Wang Changling "Two Poems on Going Out of the Fortress·One"

People in the deep woods don't know that the bright moon comes to shine. ——Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion"

Reciting the poems on the flute in the nostalgic sky, when I go to the countryside to read it, I feel like a bad person. ——Liu Yuxi "Rewarding Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"

Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. ——Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Snow"

The plum snow is fighting for the spring but refuses to fall, so the poet stops writing and commenting. ——Lu Meipo "Xuemei·Part 1"

The host dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra. ——Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play"

Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return to the guest. ——Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play"

There are few horses and pommels in front of the house, and the boss is married to a merchant's wife. ——Bai Juyi "Pipa Xing"

Businessmen value profits over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. ——Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play"

Toast to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows. ——Li Bai "Drinking Alone under the Moon·Part 1"

Don't be afraid of your bones and body being shattered into pieces, keep your innocence in the world.

——Yu Qian's "Song of Lime"