Hao, whose real name is Hao Ran, is from Xiangyang. Poems such as Wang Wei, Wang Meng. Xiangyang's poetry transcends every unintentional effort.
Vulgarity is unexpected, leisurely and shallow, with its own spring water flowing on the stone and the sound of Panasonic blowing by the wind. There is Meng Haoran's collection.
Farewell to Wang Wei
Slow and reluctant, I waited? Day after day, until now I have to leave. Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye.
The Lord of the kingdom is hard on us? People who have affairs are not our kind. You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.
At a banquet at Taoist Mei's house
I was lying in bed in the Woods, sad that spring was coming to an end, and I lifted a curtain on the flower path. A shining bluebird called me to the residence of the Korean pine elf.
What kind of flame is his golden crucible? Peach trees are in bud! . Also because he held his youth in his face, the rosy flowing wine! !
Tiyigong Zen room
The righteous practice Zen silence and become attached to the empty forest. The outdoor peak is beautiful and the front steps are deep.
The setting sun is full of rain, the sky is gray and gloomy. Look at the lotus net, and you will know that you are not stained.
Lindongting
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Spend the night on Jiande River.
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Spring Morning
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
I thought of Xin in the summer in Nange.
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.
Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
On Zhang's Autumn in Country-specific Mountains
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
Ye Ye stayed in the mountains all night, waiting for Ding.
The sunset passed through the mountains in the west, and the valley in Qian Shan was suddenly dark and quiet. The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.
There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place. Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road.
Return to Mount Lumeng at night.
In the evening, the bell of the temple echoed in the valley, and a noisy voice sounded at Yulu Ferry.
When others walked along the river bank to their homes, I also took a boat to Liumen Mountain.
The moonlight at Lumen made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.
Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here.
Climb Yanshan Mountain with friends.
When things change, time is often the time to form ancient and modern times. Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country.
Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious. Yang's monument still exists, and we cried and read it.
Hanjiang's early pregnancy.
The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.
Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
On returning to Nanshan at the end of the year
Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.
Guogurenzhuang
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
From Qin State to Buddha Yuan
If I have enough means to live in seclusion, how happy I will be to find a mountain! . It is not my will to stay in Chang 'an. My heart for Lindong School will miss my teacher.
Gold burns like firewood, and ambition fades. The evening breeze blows a bleak breeze, and the cicada sounds melancholy.
From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou
Monkeys whimper in the dark mountains, and the river rushes in the dark. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
Yuan who came to visit came to pick up the body.
I went to Luoyang to meet Yuan, a talented person, but I didn't expect him to become an exile in Jiangling.
It is said that plum blossoms bloom early. Why is it so spring?
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152 "Lai Li Yue Xin Zuo Ting" Meng Haoran
Eight solutions to Zen forest show, Sanming to Yuan Cai. The land is far away from the fragrant world, and the heart water purification pavilion is open.
Check the dangerous mountain and find the secluded stone road to come back. Swiss flowers grow from the bottom, and a panacea must be planted.
Blue nets cross mangroves, clear springs and green moss. Play fish smell, idle birds recite scriptures.
Abandon the image to realize, forget the words and reason to do. What you get in silence is nothing but chanting.
Volume 160_ 153 Meng Haoran's Seeking Sympathy in the Western Hills
The boat is looking for water, because it is visiting the house. In the sunset in Qingchuan, no one speaks alone.
The stone pool peeps into the hole, and the sand bank is full of promise. See fish in pearls and jade, read in Maozhai.
Forget the scenery and dusk, Qingxing is the beginning of coolness. Back to a gourd ladle drink, Xi' an often in Ru Yan.
Volume 160_ 154 Meng Haoran on the Main Wall of Chang 'an
For a long time, I abandoned Nanshan Tian, and I was with Dong Gexian. I want to go with Hirako, but I haven't provided a fountain yet.
The pillow is full of piano books and the curtains are far away. I came like yesterday, and the court tree suddenly sang cicadas.
Promote women who are afraid of cold to have a sense of autumn wind for many years. Send clothes in September, no brown, no pity.
Volume 160_ 155 "Seeing Hanchuan in Dongshan (a topic for Hanchuan)" Meng Haoran
Different counties are not our land, even the mountains are green. Hirata has fewer countries, and the plate is long in the clouds.
Thousands of valleys return to Han, and ten thousand peaks intersect. The ape sounds like chaos in Chuxia, and the human language brings home.
Pepper trees are planted on the stones, and honey houses are decorated among the vines. Spring is not warm after the snow, and the sky is sunny.
The love of returning to sail is slim when the horse is tired. Sit on the porch and look at Visan in the cabin.
Volume 160_ 156 "Sleeping in Xuancheng (special topic of the trip to Xuancheng)" Meng Haoran
Cisse island is along the river, and Nanling asks the post building. The lake is flat and wide, and the wind stops the sails.
Go to Huaiqianpu and flow in the evening. Stone meets Luo Cha, and the park in the mountain is quiet.
Fire knows the leaves of plum root, and smoke fans the surrounding fields. After I left home, I stayed with Sha Ou.
Volume 160_ 157 Xia gan Shi Meng Haoran
Jiangxi stone is 300 Li, and it is thousands of Li. The boiling sound is always alive, and the potential is also gurgling.
Jumping fish and dragons boil, hanging rattan apes climb. The people on the list are difficult and dangerous, but I forgot the dangers and difficulties.
It feels good to fly, and it's leisurely to stroll around. Where the sail stays, it points to Meteor Bay.
Volume 160_ 158 Meng Haoran in the early years of Yuecheng Pavilion.
A secluded sky in a different county, sailing alone. Because there are many customers who stay in the countryside because of broken letters.
In the twelfth lunar month, I smell Lei Zhen, and the east wind feels old and harmonious. The stinger wakes up at home, and the nest magpie rushes to court.
There is nothing wrong with using Fang's wine as a pillow. Back to the island to manage the ship, there is no wave in the river and sea.
Volume 160_ 159 "Give Ma Si after Drunk" Meng Haoran
All over the world, I have tasted white eyebrows. Qin Cheng Chivalrous Man, half a man.
Volume 160_ 160 To Wang Jiu Meng Haoran
At dusk, Tian Jia is far away, and the mountain should not be flooded for a long time. People must go early, and the youngest child depends on Tao Qian.
Volume 160_ 16 1 Deng Xianshan Pavilion, Send it to Zhang Shaofu in Jinling Meng Haoran.
The first gust of wind blew fast, and Yun Fan flew like a bird. Try Zhang Yuxuan. Hans wants to come back.
Volume 160_ 162 "Send to Qin" Meng Haoran
When a guest goes to Wuling, the sword goes straight into the daughter. Break up, leave each other and live in my heart.
Volume 160_ 163 "seeing friends off in Beijing" Meng Haoran
You go to Qingyun and hope to return to Qingshan. Yunshan said goodbye from now on, tears wet her skirt.
Volume 160_ 164 "Sending Zhang Langzhong to Beijing" Meng Haoran
Bishop often * * * rewards, and Judy was moved to glory at once. I'm homesick. I hear voices on the piano.
Volume 160_ 165 "The Same Man Watching Lights in Zhangjiang" Meng Haoran
Different customs are not local customs, and the New Year changes. Jimen looked at the wahoo and suspected that it was burned by Candle dragon.
Volume 160_ 166 "Zhang Langzhong Meiyuan" Meng Haoran
When the mat is covered with duran, the beads are folded. If you can't stay in your hometown, it should be a love song.
Volume 160_ 167 "Boating in the North Stream" Meng Haoran
Beixi is always full, and righteousness touches the place. It's fun to follow the whirlpool. Why in the Five Lakes?
Volume 160_ 168 Xiao Chun Meng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Volume 160_ 169 Meng Haoran failed to find relics during a visit to Yuan.
I went to Luoyang to meet Yuan, a talented person, but I didn't expect him to become an exile in Jiangling. I heard that plum blossoms bloom early. How can it be better than spring in Luoyang?
Volume 160_ 170 Meng Haoran, Looking for the Master of Ju Chi
Walking to Chrysanthemum Beach, the western sky in the village has been tilted. The master went up, and the house was empty.
Volume 160_ 17 1 "Looking for an old friend in Tanxi (titled Tanxi Searching for the Ancient)" Meng Haoran
Flowers are accompanied by dragons and bamboos, and the pond jumps over Maxi River. If the pastoral people don't see it, they doubt that they will live in the cave.
Volume 160_ 172 Meng Haoran, Wangjingkou, Yangtze River
It is near Jingkou in the north and Yishan near the sea. The river wind and white waves rise, worrying about killing the Watou people.
Volume 160_ 173 No.12 Luoyang Road Meng Haoran
Pearl plays showman, the gold-bound ranger The wine is white at dusk, and the horse enters the world of mortals.
Volume 160_ 174 "Slogan of Zhejiang Boat" Meng Haoran
Watching the tide in August, the three rivers cross the sea. Looking back at Weique Road, I found my heart empty.
Volume 160_ 175 Night Sleeping in Jiande Meng Haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Volume 160_ 176 "Ask Zhou Zi" Meng Haoran
Ask the boat in the evening, what is the future. Wantou is like a berth, and there is a storm in Huaihe River.
Volume 160_ 177 "The title of the play (a play for the host)" Meng Haoran
The guest was drunk and the host called for clearance. Some people say that when the chicken is cooked, the head of the urn is clear.
Volume 160_ 178 "Liangzhou Ci" Meng Haoran
Muddy red sandalwood and gold chips make the pipa sound into the clouds.
Alakazam is Wan Li Road, so I can send Mingjun right away.
The other person's joy is sadness, and there is no need to play the Qiang flute.
Sit and watch Guan Shanyue tonight, thinking about killing the Border Town Ranger.
Volume 160_ 179 "Sending Zhang Shaofu to Xin 'an Qin Zhong (a topic is called" Sending Qin Zhong from Vietnam ")" Meng Haoran
Try to climb Qinling Mountain and look at Qinchuan, recalling that the door and spring are in pity from afar.
Since then, Zhong Yue has sent you away. You must pay attention to Shao Pingtian when you are a melon.
Volume 160_ 180 "Send Du Fourteen to the South of the Yangtze River (Send Jinshi Dongwu Topic)" Meng Haoran
Jason Wu is the hometown connected with water, and you are going to Chunjiang.
Where the sails sail at sunset, the horizon breaks people's intestines.
Volume 160_ 18 1 "Crossing Zhejiang and Asking Boat People". Cui's poem Meng Haoran
The tide falls on the river, there is no wind, and the boat is with you.
From time to time, I look at the horizon with my probe. Do you know which green hill I want to visit more?
Volume 160_ 182 Meng Haoran's early autumn
I don't think the nights in early autumn are getting longer and longer, and the breeze is heavy and bleak.
In the hot summer, Mao Zhai's retreat is quiet, and there are dewdrops under the steps.
Volume 160_ 183 Meng Haoran, Overwhelming Lan Ruo
Monk clothes are hung in the Zen room on the mountain, and there are no waterfowl flying outside the window.
At half past dusk, I walked down the mountain road, but I listened to the sound of spring falling in love with Cuiwei.
Volume 160_ 184 "In a word" Meng Haoran
Wei Yun is a river of light, with raindrops and phoenix trees.
One by one, I have good control and care.
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Don't give up slowly, I waited? Day after day, until now I have to leave. Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye. The Lord of the kingdom is hard on us? People who have affairs are not our kind. You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.
"At the Banquet of Taoist Mei's Home" I was in bed in the forest, sad for the end of spring, and I lifted the curtain on the flower road. A shining bluebird called me to the residence of the Korean pine elf. What kind of flame is his golden crucible? Peach trees are in bud! . Also because he held his youth in his face, the rosy flowing wine! !
Gong Yi Zen Room Gong Yi practiced Zen silence and built a harmonious world according to the empty forest. The outdoor peak is beautiful and the front steps are deep. The setting sun is full of rain, the sky is gray and gloomy. Look at the lotus net, and you will know that you are not stained.