[Looking at the Sea] Cao Cao
On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
[A berth under the North Fort Mountain] Wang Wantang
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
[Qiantang Spring Tour] Bai Juyi Tang
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
[Xijiangyue] Xin Qiji Song
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to Xitou.
[Tianjingsha Qiu Si] Ma Zhiyuan Yuan
Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses, sunset, heartbroken people at the end of the world.
Cao Cao, although the tortoise has a long life.
Although the tortoise has a long life, it has its moments. The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust. The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
[Passing the Old Village] Meng Haoran Tang
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.
Chang Jiantang 】 【 Zen after Breaking Mountain Temple 】
On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. A thousand voices were quiet and only the bells were heard.
[I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiao Kiln to deliver this] Li Baitang
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams. I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.
[A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night] Li Shangyin Tang
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
"Qinhuai" Du
Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant. Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
【 Huanxisha 】 Yan Shusong
A new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old. When does the sun set?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
[After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, Chen Chu Qigong Store] Yang Wanli Song
Mo Yan has no difficulty in going down the mountain and earning empty love; Entering Wanshan Circle, one mountain blocks one mountain.
[Like a Dream] Li Qingzhao's song
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
[Reading] Zhu
Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast. Ask where the canal is so clear, because there is running water at the source.
Seven (below)
Wu Jun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains
The mountain and the sky are connected into clouds, and the afterglow of the sunset can be seen from the cracks in the bamboo forest. Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window.
Zhu wangwei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Du Fu met Li Guinian by the river.
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
"Guest" Zhao Shixiu
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
Liu Changqing, send it to Master Che Ling.
Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night.
The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan.
Li Bai, Emei Mountain Moon Song
In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, the Pingqiang River reflected.
In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.
Go to Cen Can, the capital, to meet the messenger.
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Li Bai, smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Wei Wuying in Xixi, Chuzhou
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.