Border fortress poem:
Wang Changling's "Army March"
The snow-capped mountains in Qinghai are covered with long clouds,
The isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.
The yellow sand will wear the golden armor in a hundred battles,
The Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
Jin Changxu's "Spring Resentment"
When you beat up the yellow oriole, don't teach it to sing on the branches.
When I cry, I startle my concubine in my dream, and I cannot get to western Liaoning.
Guanshan Moon
(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
The Han Dynasty descended to the Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at the Qinghai Bay.
The land was conquered, but no one returned.
The garrison guests looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.
The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.
"The song under the plug" Gao Shi
At the end, the floating clouds are flying, and the soldiers come out gracefully. And depending on the emperor's anger, he will rely on the general.
Thousands of drums thunder, thousands of flags fire and the wind rises. The sun wheel is stationed in the frost, and the moon soul is suspended in the carved bow.
The Qinghai formation is full of clouds, and the troops of Montenegro are full of energy. The sky is high when the battle is in full swing, but the sky is empty after the battle.
No matter the risk of death, you will succeed once and for all. Draw pictures of Qilin Pavilion and enter Mingguang Palace.
Laughing at the scribes, how could you ever be so poor? The ancients did not know this way and often became old men.
"Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" Cen Shen
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and Hutian makes snow fall in August.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
The bead curtains are scattered and wet, the silk curtains are wet, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin;
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guard's iron clothes are cold and hard to wear.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, as well as playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes.
Dusk snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the wind blows and the red flag remains frozen.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
Farewell poem:
Wang Bo's "Farewell to Du Shaofu for his appointment in Shuzhou")
The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look out to Wujin.
I want to say goodbye to you, both are eunuchs.
There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world.
If you do nothing, you will be on the wrong road, and your children will be stained with towels.
Bai Juyi: "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland of Fu De"
The grass grows in Liliyuan, withering and growing every year.
The wildfire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows it again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and the love was full of farewell.
Wang Wei: "Farewell in the Mountains"
Let's see each other off in the mountains, the sunset will cover the firewood.
The spring grass will be green next year, will the kings and grandsons return?
Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest houses are green Willow color is new.
I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.
Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"
The cold rain came to Wu at night, and I saw off the guest Chu Shangu in the morning.
When relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, their hearts are filled with ice in a jade pot.
Homesickness Poems:
"Thoughts on a Quiet Night"
(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
"The Night Rain Sends to the North"
(Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin
You asked about the return date but there was no date, and the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
"Looking at the Post Tower"
(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
In the Jing'an house, there are willows in the window, and the flowers on the ground are blooming in front of the Post Tower.
The spring scenery in both places ends at the same day, and the residents miss their guests and their homes.
"Handan is homesick on the night of the winter solstice"
(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
Handan Post is thinking about the winter solstice, and the shadows in front of the lamps are accompanied by hugging knees.
I want to sit at home late at night and talk about people traveling far away.
"Boarding at Guazhou"
(Northern Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi
Between Jingkou Guazhou and Zhongshan there are only a few mountains.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
Poetry of Ode to Things:
"Ode to Willows" by He Zhizhang
Jasper is made up into a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Zeng Gong's poem "Ode to the Willows"
The chaotic strips have not yet turned yellow, leaning against the east wind and becoming wild.
The flying flowers cover the sun and the moon, and I don’t know that there is clear frost in the sky and the earth.
Plum Blossoms
Song Dynasty Wang Anshi
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.
I know it’s not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
Snowy Plum (Part 1)
Lu Meipo
The plum and snow refused to fall in spring, so the poet spent money on commentaries.
The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.
Snowy plum blossoms (Part 2)
Lu Meipo
Plum blossoms without snow are not spiritual, and snow without poetry is vulgar.
The poem at dusk is full of snow all over the sky, and it is very spring when combined with plum blossoms.
Bamboo and Stone
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Xie
Stand firmly on the green mountains and never let go, and the roots are still in the broken rocks.
Stand strong despite countless blows, regardless of the winds blowing from east to west, north and south.
Scenery poems:
Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night
Zhang Ruoxu
The tide of the Spring River reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet.
The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.
The river and the sky are completely dust-free, and there is only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people?
Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year.
I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow.
Who is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower?
The poor moon wanders upstairs, it should be seen away from the makeup mirror.
The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it will come back when it is smashed and brushed on the anvil.
At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
Swan geese fly long and fast, and fish and dragons dive and leap into the water.
Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has fallen in the river pool and is setting in the west again.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.
I don’t know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love.
"Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in his lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
"Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of miles of orioles are singing in the green river, and the wind of wine flags in the mountains and rivers of water villages. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.
"Spring Day" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty
The beautiful day brings beauty to the shore of Si River, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors.
"Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
To the west of Jia Pavilion in the north of Gushan Temple, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves. My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green poplar shade and white sand embankment.