Society is impetuous, time is in a hurry, and there are always some memories that need to be preserved. As long as it is an excellent work, the monk will spare no effort to recommend it.
Reading poetry can purify the soul, let the soul fly in nature, feel the true taste of life in the artistic conception of poetry, and forget gains and losses.
There are also good poems in the contemporary era, which reflect the inner poetry in one flat and one flat space, and comprehend the pure beauty of life with each breath.
Conditions for inclusion of works:
1. The meter must be correct. Both new rhyme and flat water rhyme are acceptable.
2. Have true feelings and not stick to the past.
3. Poetry should be interesting, charming, thoughtful and charming. It must have a spiritual interest, the rhythm must have a profound meaning, and the words must be profound and expressive. The pen must be used skillfully, the freehand brushwork must be subtle, the imagery must be moving, and the words must be elegant.
4. The whole article must be coordinated, not just odd sentences.
01. Listening to Zen by Liu Twelve
Thousands of peaks are all jade-colored, and the sound of dust in the secluded environment is absolutely silent.
Without self, I am empty, listening to the falling snow while holding on to the thorns.
02. The first day of the first month of the month, written by Xiaoyue
A light boat is lifted into the blue sea, and it is a leisurely voyage.
I dreamed of a peach petal floating in the middle of the water.
03. Living in the Suburbs Wen/Kid Wang
The green trees fill the autumn fields, and the wind blows and the horses are heard.
The door is not closed in the deep place, and the sun goes down late in the day.
04. Into the Lingyin Ji by Yun Hu Buxi
The flowers are falling on Lin Jingshan, and the gate of Yunxian Temple is closed.
Birds are singing on the blue stream, and there are sentences and empty mountains.
05. Sigh on Labor Day Text/Childlike Heart
On the sunny day of May Day, the fragrant flowers are blooming.
The laborers go away, and the tourists enjoy themselves.
06. Untitled Text/Dai
Whispers murmur around the screen, and the fragrance of clouds and the breeze bring a faint fragrance.
The sound follows my heart far away from the flashy things, just like the stars in Bashan.
07. Wanzhou by Da Lao Bao
Drizzle and waves send the Wanzhou off, and the wild geese at the head of the river cry sadly.
But when Yichuojun returns, the willow drops splash into my eyes.
08. Mother’s handmade wallet by Wang Huaijun
I can’t bear to throw away my twenty-year-old bag because of the traces of my loving mother’s hands.
Suddenly he picked it up and gently rubbed it, and the past flashed into his eyes.
09. Night Text/Traveling the World on a Donkey
A flute of spring breeze has fallen, and I wake up from the wine and spend the night on a cold bed.
In the Ming Dynasty, there are wandering guests again, listening to the sound of flowers and rain under the moon.
10. Sophora japonica flowers are blooming again. Text/Bamboo Heart Listens to the Rain
One tree has ten miles of fragrant locust trees, and the pastoral spring scenery lasts for a short time.
The long pole holds up the full bamboo basket, and the sound of laughter intoxicates the setting sun.
11. Untitled (New Rhyme) Text/Zhu Zhuxia
The tall buildings look far away and the mountains are close, and the villages are as green as grass.
The cycle of the four seasons shocks my temples, and I never saw a swallow carrying mud in my childhood.
12. Rain Lotus by Wang Yanping
The pond lotus listens to the leisurely rain, and feels sad as the green color fades and the red color fades.
One term of time comes to baptize, and the blue sky and autumn night are also tender.
13. Jiang Wan, written by Yougu Lanxin
The shadows of the golden waves are uneven, and the misty clouds are moving slowly.
Don’t forget that youth will flow away, and the distant mountains will love you even more at sunset.
14. May 4th Reminiscences Written by Zhang Tianji
The sound of thunder in Gaohuang spread far away, and the Yanhuang Mountains came to a halt.
In the past, all the innocent people were dead, and the fight for Nai was still on paper.
15. Occasionally written in late spring by Sanlang
As soon as spring comes, the peach blossoms turn yellow, and the peach blossoms fall back to the begonias.
When the time comes, I can’t keep it, and there is nowhere to find fragrance in the world.
16. Spring Events by Xiaoyao
The faint fragrance floats in the willows, the gentle breeze blows, and the flowers in the garden bloom to the eye.
Unconsciously, my heart is turning into waves, and the current is flowing across the river with the sound of spring.
17. Winter jasmine suddenly appears. Text/Epiphany
Three winters without snow are like the spring sun, and the little plum blossoms have their own fragrance early.
Suddenly seeing a jasmine flower turns the cold warmth into spring sunshine.
18. Gathering of Old Friends Written by Zui Shi
Two frosty heads gathered together for a while, looking at each other with silent tears flowing down their faces.
How many things can destroy the liver due to gallbladder, and the singing of birds in the pines and the softness of spring.
19. Ambition, written by 9 days embracing the moon
In the deeper silence, the moon blooms, and there are three or two isolated villages in the flowing water.
Thousands of years of prosperity and decline will eventually come to an end, but jackdaws still fall on the branches.
20. Letter to the Lord / White Clothes
The loess between the beams and the dust on the temples are like several springs in the cup.
I have been a lonely guest for twenty years, but I miss people because of the bright moon.
21. Reminiscent of Climbing Yueyang Tower, written by Kong Shui
The tower is dangerously close to the sea, and the sky is wide to visit the immortals.
The green mist floats over the mountain, and the waves surge into the moonlight.
The boat is leisurely and the shadows are scattered on the shore, and the gulls are standing in the river in the calm wind.
To ask, if the sound of the waves is far away, where is the sorrow in the world?
22. Ambition of Summer Mountain Dwelling by Wu Muyun
Looking around and listening to the chirping cicadas, the birds are also noisy deep in the forest.
The egrets play on the Nagisa River, and the sun sets beside the Willow Bridge.
The rosy clouds are connected with the flower trees, and the sound of the piano comes from the stone spring.
The hustle and bustle should be far away, there is no need to return to Taoyuan.
23. Self-deprecation by Wu Muyun
A scholar is of no use and disdains the use of swords and bows.
Even when drunk, one sings about the wind and moon, and when one is mad, one praises oneself.
I dreamed of it, but I didn’t intend to ask for help from anyone.
A smile is so desolate that you can see the wind in your sleeves.
24. Spring Scenery in Linzhi Written by: Vanguard
There are three hundred miles of peach blossoms and nine thousand layers of snow.
The clouds create shadows, and people look at the peaks far and near.
The green mountains are curved by the clear water, and the green pines are illuminated by the sun during the day.
As pure and beautiful as dust, there is an unheard Buddhist bell.
25. Thoughts on a visit to the Jiande River, written by Wang Yanping
The dawn is near the river and the sky is close, and the mist is trustworthy.
Linglingquan and language are adjacent to each other slowly.
A glass of wine warms your lips, and spring flowers bloom on the far shore.
The green mountains remind me of dusk, where can I hide from the world?
26. Feelings about climbing high, written by He Fengrong and
Climbing up is like being in the clouds, and you can see your proud youth thousands of miles away.
The horizon across the mountains and seas is small, and the poetry is full of chaffy water and sky.
When the fog comes, you will feel the green sky in the forest, and when the wind blows, you will know that the flowers have faded.
The new energy makes people tremble, and it feels cold at high places.
27. Zhiyuan Written by Old Man
The stream is sparkling and the wind is light, and the hills and mountains are covered with mist.
Whale waves are so good that thousands of sails can be used up, but only by using them can all things be empty.
The stone rots because the mind is unstable; the water dries up because the ambition is always poor.
I was born to only wish to reach the top of the clouds, but now I am concentrating on the merits of the years.
28. Chunqing, written by Zhang Jianjun
The green countryside and green fields are blooming in spring, and the fine grass and new flowers are clear to the eye.
The reflection of the flying bridge on the river, the singing of birds and the faint sound in the forest.
The body is like a fluffy grass with half a life burden, and the work is as light as a floating cloud.
From now on, I just look for a place to relax, leaving no trace of traffic or horses.
29. Feeling about the virtues of "the mountain does not let dust" Text/Yaya
The trees in the sky are like grass, but the husband puts morality first in the world.
If one does not practice small kindness, Shu will eventually be destroyed, and the spread of benevolent Confucianism will spread widely.
I didn’t pick up the shoes to ask for the emperor’s tutor. I picked up the branches and felt that I was close to the wise man.
Even if the spring spirit fills the world, I should remember that Yiyang was born last year.
30. Thoughts on the May 4th Movement Written by S Jun
It’s hard to sell a hundred feet of worry in Fukue, why not splash blood on the knife head.
The wind shakes the homeland and lets it be eaten away, the snow cuts through the cold clothes and the tiger plots.
The hussar has a strong heart and shameful hair, and the long tassel is full of pride in Cangzhou.
In the remaining years, one must study diligently. The spring river outside the door flows day and night.
31. Thoughts on the May 4th Tour. Text/Listen to the Rain in the West Window
The sun sets under the spring mountain outside Guowai, and a river of fragrant grass meets the vast sky.
The messy red sleeves reveal new hatreds, and the lonely shadow leans on the railing to feel ashamed of the old madness.
Children’s dreams are always amazed by foreign countries, and when they grow old, they look at their hometown everywhere.
Having spent half a life busy, what is there left to pick up?
32. Viewing the Sunset Stele on Jintai, written by Sun Chengren
It’s an admiration tour of Jintai, and everything is empty and decorated with autumn.
The stone contains eternal meaning, and the inscription is a bit sad.
There used to be Lutong Fairy Island, but now it has connected the city with tall towers.
The sunset can still produce beautiful scenery, so it’s worth coming here to admire it.
33. Song of Love in Late Spring by Yi Renshu
The green grass growing on the steps is gentle, and the old tung tree shades the alleyway gate.
The lonely pine needles stare at the eyes, and the long catkins move the soul.
Where are the old dreams now when the flowers are blooming? When the rain falls and new sorrows come, the sun has faded.
Who can send it when the world is full of troubles, but the moon is bright and clear.
34. Feelings about climbing high, written by He Fengrong and
Climbing is a secret joy, reaching the clouds, and the proud youth can be seen thousands of miles away.
The horizon is small across mountains and seas, and the water and sky are wide with generous poetry.
When the fog comes, you will feel the green sky in the forest, and when the wind blows, you will know that the flowers have faded.
The new energy makes people feel nervous, and it makes people feel chilly at high places.
35. Traveling to Hengshui Lake Text/Blue Sky
The weeping willow corridor is a hundred feet tall, the water melts and the clouds bloom while the weather is clear.
The shadow of the orchid boat's sail follows the waves far away, and the traces of reeds come into view.
The tender lotus shakes the green color against the water, and the mist moistens the red cheeks.
When I returned, I saw the moon outside the building, and I took advantage of the night to write my poems.
36. Recalling old roommates from the young generation, written by Mingmei
When I was young, I lived in a village, and I was separated from the countryside by sending letters.
The clouds cut off the sky and the master is alone in the calendar, the moon moves and the stars are nearby and their shadows are sparse.
The wind and dust are passing by, but I can only hear the wild geese. The water mirror is deep and fishing.
Things in the world have come to an end, and I miss you in my house at dusk.
37. The reason for not going out for a long time is Composition/Kong Shui
The mountains reflect the mist, the waves reflect the city, and the lights of thousands of houses illuminate the river.
The stars appear, the fire trees divide the sky, and the oars chase the clouds, light into the sound of rain.
The clear scene is vaguely empty, but who can pour it when the cup is lonely?
When will I make an appointment with Dongfeng again, I will know how to do good things in the world.
38. Huanxisha Text/Kong Shui
The lonely spring breeze enters the tailoring. The flowers move into the foggy color and wet the hairpin.
How does the word "eyebrows and heart" come into being?
An inch of light red is greedy to be seen, and all kinds of bright moon come unexpectedly.
Evening clouds are floating on Fuyao Terrace.
39. Po Zhenzi · What I saw in the garden by Daiyun
Several new reds catch the eye, and a thick green bush is pleasant to the heart.
Colorful butterflies wear fragrant flowers on their wings, and young willows stain their clothes with green.
The spring scenery in the small garden is deep.
The gentle breeze plays the flute, and the gurgling water plays the piano.
The green lotuses in the lake are in wonderful shape, and the orioles are making jade sounds at the bottom of the leaves.
Poetry is found here.
40. Xijiang Moon · Over the River Written by Guan Quanlin
The spring scenery blows away across the river, and the setting sun drifts ten miles away.
Dongfeng and I are fishing for the glow, may I ask where the fish and shrimp are going?
Seeing all the turmoil, the remaining evening light is dim.
I have often dreamed of being a fisherman and living freely on the fairy island.
41. Zuihuayin·Chunjiang Text/Da Lao Bao
The grass and willow banks are luxuriant. A river of spring water is graceful.
The flowers fall and the water flows with fragrance, and the orchids and boats are far away in the slanting sun.
The spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is bright, and I love the Spring River Evening. Insects chirp, frogs and drums accompany.
The weeping poplars and fishing fires are so drunk that there is no sleep, the moon is lingering, and people are lingering.
42. Lang Tao Sha Ling · Spring Sorrow Written by Da Lao Bao
The wind cuts the willow silk. Spring charm in a foreign country. Can't stand the cool night breeze while leaning on the railing.
When you climb up to the pavilion, you feel like you are a guest, looking at the Qingjiang River with regret.
The bright moon shines through the window. Swallows and beams. In front of the bottle, I expressed my heartfelt feelings to the moon.
When will we return after we say goodbye to Jiangnan, who will be able to relieve our emotional pain?