Poetry chanting things

A Complete Collection of Poems on Things

1. Poems on Willow

Tang He Zhizhang

Jasper is dressed as a tree with ten thousand green silk tapestries hanging down.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

2. a political prisoner listening to a cicada

Tang Luobin Wang

Cicada sings in the west land, and guests in the south crown think deeply.

unbearable dark shadow, to break a white-haired prisoner's heart.

his flight is heavy through the fog, his pure voice drowns in the windy world.

who knows if he be singing still?, who listens any more to me?.

3. Plum Blossoms

Song Wang Anshi

There are several plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone.

I know from afar that it is not snow, because there is fragrance coming.

4. Ode to Goose

Tang Luobin Wang

Goose Goose, with a tune of Xiang Tiange.

white hair floats green water, and red palm stirs clear waves.

5, "Bamboo Stone"

Qing Zheng Xie

insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are originally in the broken rocks.

you're still strong after thousands of blows, and you're free from the east, west, north and south winds.

6. The Bee

Don Luo Yin

No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, infinite scenery is occupied.

after all the flowers are gathered into honey, it's sweet for whom you work hard.

7, "Mo Mei"

Yuan Wang Mian

The head trees in Xiyan Lake, my home, all have light ink marks.

don't be boasted of good colors, just keep your breath clean and dry.

8, "Poetry of Lime"

Ming Yu Qian

Thousands of hammers have been dug out of the mountains, and the fire is burning if it is idle.

I'm not afraid of being smashed to pieces. I want to keep my innocence in the world.

9. The Fifth Poem of Ma

Tang Lihe

The desert is as sand as snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.

don't be a gold-winding brain, just walk in the clear autumn.

1.

Tang Du Fu

The green bamboo is half-covered, and the new shoots are out of the wall.

the color invades the book late, and the shade is cooler than the wine bottle.

the rain washes the juanjuan clean, and the wind blows the fragrance.

however, there is no shearing, so I'll see you.

11.

don Bai Juyi

don't have to be cut into a phoenix pipe or cut into a fishing rod.

after a thousand flowers and a hundred herbs wither, stay in the snow.

12, "Chrysanthemum"

Tang Yuan Zhen

Autumn bushes are like Taoists, and the edges around the fence are getting more and more inclined.

it's not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers, but this flower is even more barren.

13. The Wind

Don Li Qiao

can shed three autumn leaves and bloom in February.

when you cross the river and wave in thousands of feet, you will get into the bamboo.

14. You Lan Cao

Tang Han Yu

Lan Zhi Yi is full of fragrance.

all the incense is arched, and its fragrance is faint.

if you don't take it, why are you hurt?

with each passing day and each passing year, our bank moves in all directions.

Wen Wang Meng Xiong, Wei Shui.

adopt and admire it, and you will be radiant and fragrant.

the snow and frost are luxuriant, and the buds are in winter.

a gentleman's defense is the prosperity of future generations.

15. Bamboo

Qing Zheng Xie

Section after section, thousands of branches accumulate thousands of leaves.

I don't bloom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.

16.

Tang Li Bai

The world grows peaches and plums in Jinzhangmen.

climbing for shortcuts, and the spring breeze.

under the frost, glory cannot last long.

An Zhi Nan Shan Gui, green leaves hang down aromatic roots.

clear yin can also be entrusted, so why not cherish the tree garden.

17.

Tang Bai Juyi

boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season.

wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind.

sweet they press on the old high-road, and reach the crumbling city-gate.

o Prince of Friends, you are gone again, I hear them sighing after you.

18. Experience tender orchid-leaves in spring

Don Zhang Jiuling

tender orchid-leaves in spring, and cinnamon-blossoms bright in autumn.

are as self-contained as life is, which conforms them to the seasons.

yet why will you think that a forest-hermit, allured by sweet winds and contented with beauty.

would no more ask to-be transplanted,than Would any other natural flower??