Poems that begin with things
"Xuanfu was accompanied by a Duanshi tea box, which was very good and was damaged by a servant on the road" Su Song Song Dynasty
Objects How easy is it to hold on to something heavy and light? When will it be lost?
Why did I wear a turban treasure? I couldn't bear to leave it behind when I saw the cold appearance.
"Pine of Compassion" by Ai Xingfu, Song Dynasty
Things are born in the world, each small and large has its own capacity.
The majestic Han posture in the sky is full of water.
I am so embarrassed that you are driving your camel.
The hunchback looks at me and smiles, but it is pity that I am alone.
"Ten Poems on the First Day of Dingmao" by Liu Kezhuang, Song Dynasty
Everything is valuable because the money is light, and the silk body, grain and belly are expensive to operate.
The literary side of Gongqing is in conflict, when will the head of Guizhou see peace?
"Climbing the Tower to Reminisce Friends" Zi Lan, Tang Dynasty
The objects are far away and misty, and you can look back to the extreme. There are thousands of trees with smoke and chimes in the wind on the first floor.
The moonlight is cold on the ground, and the sound of waves is flying in the night sky. Climbing into the infinite fun, I wish I could not be the same as you.
"Cixu Cousin Yun" by Ma Tingluan, Song Dynasty
Things change and the stars move, and the world and the earth are gone.
How can there be no aspirational scholar Wang Guan Valley, there is also the Flying Immortal Taihua Peak.
If I add three times to your natal life, you will have a rare year.
Both of them are white-haired on the inside and outside, and their talent in Shu is worthy of a few pieces of paper.
"Sentences" Ni Tianyin from the Song Dynasty
The wind and dust outside the things are not beautiful.
"The Harmony of Spiders" Li Zengbo, Song Dynasty
Things are small but wise, with empty eaves sending out slight strands.
If there is no connection between heaven and earth, how can there be wind and rain?
The bee surrenders to itself, but the mantis dare not insult it.
Remove the noodle soup outline and take the elephant to get Xi Kui.
Although the silkworms are not silkworms, they look like tigers to flies.
What a coincidence, it’s so ingenious that it shames the Golden Needle Girl.
"Yan of Peeping Out" Shao Yong, Song Dynasty
After physics is peeked away, the human feelings are ruined.
If you dare to speak out about world affairs, it’s not difficult to get it.
"Another Two Poems of Rhyme for Pan Yang" by Xiang Anshi, Song Dynasty
Things are always poems in the present, and when they meet silk, they become sesame and bamboo becomes ladle.
Stop shouting about the great righteousness of Zhou Wangze, and cover up the innocent thoughts of Kong.
Qu Jia's poems turned from sorrow to Bian Kai, and Qi Liang's style fell into Cui Sui.
If you want to return to the gentle and honest thousand-year-old religion, you must have a poet as your army.
"The first sentence of "He Shensi has not tried yet, and the miscellaneous books are led by Qiu Ri Tongwen Guan" Cai Zhao, Song Dynasty
Looking for the clear autumn, the official Cao Jing has a long night.
The Chinese stars are covered with evening mist, and the bright dew washes away the cool air.
The rhymes are fine and the poems follow, and the dreams of the Zen mind are easy to forget.
Vaguely covet the Buddha's sun, and the incense burns everywhere.
"Huanxisha" Cheng Dachang, Song Dynasty
Things are ruthless and people are sentimental. All kinds of birds make all kinds of noises. Some people hear magpies but not warblers. Believe it or not, my cup is connected to the gods, and the moon is born with the wine. Everyone sucks the moon as a flute and sheng.
"Man Jiang Hong" Wei Liaoweng, Song Dynasty
Things are like clouds, knowing how much, and kungfu can determine the pattern. At the end of the day, the clothes and clothes are made and ironed calmly. The clouds are pale and the sky is poetic, the bamboos are deep and the flowers are quiet, hiding secrets. The ritual punishment of the old people in front of the window and the screen is true color. In the ancient Shang Dynasty, who is the best match? When judging today's scholars, who is the most powerful enemy? I asked Pingzhou about the geese, and there was frost for a long time. The chess piece on the platform is uncertain, and the whirling ants never stop. God, if you want peace, Rao Huafa.
"Xiaoyao Ode" by Emperor Taizong of the Song Dynasty, Song Dynasty
Things have a clear understanding, but those who have mastered it will forget their plans.
Each has its own spirituality, and there is right and wrong in suspicion.
Know the heaven and cultivate blessings, like the shining sun.
Recognize the wrong path of good and eliminate evil and rely on good.