Song of the Sea
Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)
It is snowing in the Tianshan Mountains in May, there are no flowers, only cold. I heard broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery.
Watch the battle at dawn with the golden drum, sleep with the jade saddle in your arms at night. I am willing to put my sword down from my waist to kill Loulan.
May
Li He, Tang Dynasty
The carved jade curtain is pressed against the forehead, and the light bamboo cage is used to frame the empty door. The well draws lead and Chinese water, and the fan weaves mandarin duck patterns.
Going back to the Xuewuliang Palace, the nectar washes the sky green. Luo Xiu is wandering and flying, and the fragrant sweat is stained with precious millet.
Viewing the Cutting of Wheat, Tang Dynasty
Bai Juyi
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy. At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow. The women carry baskets for food, and the children carry pots of pulp. When I went to the salary field, Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. The foot is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning in the sky. I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long. There is also a poor woman with a child beside her. The right hand holds the tassel, and the left arm hangs the basket. Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad. The Tian family lost all their taxes and picked this up to satisfy their hunger. What merit do I have now? I once did not work in farming and mulberry trees. The official salary is three hundred stones, and Yan has more than enough food every year. I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it.
Late summer walk in the summer culvert in Paris
Tang Jin
The wilderness is leisurely, the forest screens the sound of the city, and the small pavilion on Minghu Lake is light in the evening breeze.
The dangerous bridge leads to the green island, and the dusk mist and floating waves are too clear.
After the cool and fresh rain in Qudong, the smoke leveled off in Tianjiacuan early in the morning.
One day the clouds and water invaded the autumn moon, and the air on the other side of the bank was filled with air.
The Story of Huairong City
Cai Houshi
In midsummer, the flowers on Rongcheng Road are the base fragrance? The orioles sing and make noise in the early trees, and the moon turns to the quiet pond in the absence of moon.
Speechless people go far away, but sad feelings last forever. So far, the bougainvillea is complaining about the coolness.
Magnolia Slow·Beidaihe
Zhou Duwen
Pointing to a piece of cloud going down east towards Ming Bo, sailing a light boat. The wind is cool in Zhenghaohao, the waves in Tantan are soft, and the Mumu mountain is quiet.
Liu, undressing and majestic, hitting the sky, bright green and green, floating in the sky. Why ride on a crane? There is Yingzhou in the world.
Looking at my eyes, my motherland wanders in my mind, and the ups and downs are always flowing. Then Emperor Qin and Wei Wu made long trenches and short ridges, and paid them long and long.
The gull is tamed, but the old alliance is not happy, and it comes flying down again to help sing. It's good to take advantage of the bright moon to find the tide of thousands of horses again. ,
Eight poems about lotuses (choose three)
Gao Zhanxiang
The stars cover the vast field, and the west wind sweeps the lotus pond all night. Don’t lament that all the flowers in autumn have been exhausted, but now the fragrance of lotus flowers is coming.
The red flower petals sprinkle the flowing spring, and the green leaves reflect the blue sky. The grass is green, the mountains are covered with dark green, and the clear waves are filled with willow smoke.
The Diaoyutai is full of flowers and tender willows, the water is warm, the wind is gentle and the rain is coming. I had an appointment, but I didn't know it was too late. I was wandering by the lotus pond.
The Song of the Water Dragon·The Sixtieth First Time
Liu Qingan
The sound of cicadas enters the rolling curtain, and I look forward to the endless autumn in the emperor. Time flies by like water, and youth never lasts. How can people deserve this?
Even if it is not a failure, it is also a failure, the youthful spirit. The golden wheel always turns, the ice wheel always shines, the sky is infinite, and people are like ants.
The most important thing is to lean on the railing and reminisce about each other, asking about life, can it be driven? Twenty years of setting up accounts and twenty years of political service are worthy of this life.
As long as you are loyal and diligent, you will never work hard, but you will be sad and tired. While the setting sun is very nice, I will write poems and wine here to support my ears for the rest of my life!
Gift to friends of Lianyue Township Poetry, Calligraphy and Painting Association in Yiyang County
Tan Jie
The straw-hat farmer is plain in appearance, but his speech is full of splendor. The rhyme of Tang poetry is common in reading the text, and the fragrance of Han ink can be smelled when unrolling the scroll.
When you are busy, take a break from hoeing and sing the rhyme of summer. When you are free, take a pen and write about the autumn light. There is no need to talk about status in life. The writer is promised to be hidden in the mountains.
Rainwater
Duan Xiaohua
The green sky is covered with rain, and the thunder car has not moved, only a light cloud. Wild geese come to the fields to spread the scenery, and poles are broken across the Xijiang River to test the shallowness and depth.
The willow hair is swaying in spring and it is hard to find the gorgeous shadows in the clouds. How can we defeat the hope of the people after the confrontation between warmth and coldness?
Taiye Lotus
Xia Renhu
Yuquandong pays attention to the exhibition of clouds, and the green and red colors surround the picture window. The bachelors admired the flowers and were invited to a banquet, and the imperial officials were allowed to sail across the sea.
Chengtian has sighed that the golden plate is cold, and Yuanwu is ashamed to look at the red crotch. Today, butterflies are flying in lotus clothes, and Xiang is tired and sad, singing across the autumn river.
Summer Village Living
Wang Lengzhai
The scenery is as beautiful as the mountains and the city, and the misty fields are close to the city. The shadow of the sun returns on the floor, and the track passes through the thunder.
It’s better to make ale wine during the sweltering summer heat and to dance Yangko in the evening when the weather is fine. The people of Qi originally had a skill, but it turned out to be successful in the blink of an eye.
Summer Village Living
Guan Genglin
It is not a city, but the Tian family has a lot of interest. Yunshan displays pictures, and insects and birds enter the palace merchants.
The shade of the trees frequently moves on the couch, and the sound of the stream echoes through the partition wall. It is clear that holding the national title is not as cool as the savages.
Miscellaneous poems about Bingyin’s summer residence in the suburbs of Wuhu
Xie Wuliang
There are people outside Dongguo, in a small garden of flowers and plants. Every year comes and goes, white and red.
If you do not conquer the nature of things, you should cherish the work of heaven. Why bother Emperor Xi? The song of the Qing Dynasty will be the same throughout the ages.
Predecessors
Unexpectedly, it is Yin and Yang, and there is no way to cure summer heat. The trees are ringing in the breeze, and the stars are shining all alone in the night.
Through knowledge, one becomes tired, and one forgets when one dwells in theology. You can laugh at yourself if you are selfish, but you just want to be cool.
Lotus birthday poem
Fan Zengxiang
On his birthday, Guanyin recommends Bifang, and Jialian's mantle receives Cihang. The roots and dust are purified, the mind is purified first, the flowers and leaves are all perfumed and fragrant.
The gentleman is immortal and proud, and the girl is beautiful and pure.
Dawn and the dragon girl are heading towards the South China Sea, and all the immortal servants are riding purple phoenixes.
A summer visit to the Summer Palace in Gengwu
Huang Jun
After many autumn farewells in the famous garden, the scenery becomes more secluded with dense shade of green trees. The clouds outside the sill are closing at the bottom of the cup, and the people in the window are swimming in the painting.
The fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds spread deep into the courtyard, and the scenery of water and mountains is the first floor. Is it necessary to ride on a crane to go away? Kunming Wanshou beats Danqiu.