Two poems by Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Du Mu, Li Shangyin and Yang Wanli.

Li Bai sees seven wonders of Lushan Waterfall.

The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.

On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.

Seven Jue Zao Bai Fa Di Cheng

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are crying endlessly, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.

Du yue

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! ,

Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.

The creator endowed all the mysterious nature here with elegance,

And then what? The day immediately enters dawn and dusk. ..

Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy,

Birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ..

Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see,

All the other mountains are dwarfed under the sky. ..

Dengzhou tower

East county court day, (my late father was Yanzhou Sima in his spare time)

At the beginning of the south building.

Clouds connect the sea, mountains connect the mountains,

From Qing Xu, Ye Ping.

The lonely Qin tablet is there,

Ruins of the desolate city of Ludian.

Never been so old,

Look ahead and hesitate alone.

Wang Wei's farewell

I got off the horse, poured you wine and asked where you were going and why.

You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life.

Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.

Send Zhang Wu back to the mountain.

Send you all the melancholy, and who will you send back?

Hold hands for a few days, and once you brush your clothes first.

There is a hut in Dongshan. Fortunately, it swept across Fei Jing.

When you thank the authorities, you won't worry.

Du Mu

Title "Your Excellency, the resident of Kaixuan Temple in Xuanzhou, Shui Ge, Jiaxi, West Anhui"

The cultural relics of the Six Dynasties were even empty, and the sky was light and the clouds were idle. Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry. In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset. There is no reason to see Fan Li. There are five lakes in the east.

No.9 mountain climbing

On the river, the autumn geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain. Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset. After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?

Li Shangyin's Four Unique Skills: First Entering Wuyi

If you don't reach the famous mountain, you will dream new, and a thousand peaks will be rugged.

The curtain pavilion is stormy all night, which seems to welcome visitors.

Wu Jue le visited the tomb.

In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

Get up in early summer

Song Yang Wanli

Plum sour teeth, banana green sieve.

Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.

Chun Qing Huaiguyuan Begonia

Song Yang Wanli

Now my hometown is full of begonia, and I dream of entering the splendid heap in Jiangxi.

At this time, although spring returns, everything is thriving, but people are old; Swallows fly back every year after offering sacrifices to the land god.

Spring is like a piece of green and white, not heavy and light weather, it is the scene of Chu Qing; In this spring, catkins will fly and fall.

But this beautiful spring scenery can't be eaten, so let poetry attract it to Qiong Yao's jade cup.

Works: Shuidiao Song Tou

Content:

When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.

I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?

I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

It's too cold up there.

Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.

The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.

This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Huanxisha

Watching fish in the warm crimson sunshine,

Even the village is green and dark.

Huang Tong and Bai Zuo get together to see what they are looking at.

Qin Guan

Walking on the beach, I was lost in the fog and the moon. Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun. Plum blossoms are mailed. This hatred has no weight. Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he get off in Xiaoxiang for?

Queqiao fairy is clever, flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If the relationship between two people lasts for a long time, is it a matter of time?

Although elk are not used to contact with people,

Apes don't need to shout when they smell drums.

The theory of returning home and picking mulberry grains.

Li Qingzhao

Summer quatrains

Live like a hero and die like a ghost.

Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.

Dianjiangchun

Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even the sky is failing, and the road is broken.

Li Yu's Two Poems Looking at the South of the Yangtze River

How much hate, in last night's dream, like the old garden, the car is like running water in Ma Rulong, and the flowers and the moon are in the spring breeze.

How many tears, broken face after crossing H. Don't talk to tears when you are worried. Shengfeng is sadder when he cries.

Young mermaid (when is the spring flower and autumn moon)

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon. The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

Liu Yong died in Hua Lian.

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

journey

On the ancient road of Chang 'an, riding a thin horse slowly, Gao Liu Qiu Chan screamed. The sun is shining and the autumn wind is blowing gently. I look at the sky and see it falling from all directions.

Tracing a cloud without a trace, where is the early stage? The spirit of debauchery has faded, and there are fewer drinking companions in the past. Now I am not as young as before.

Xin Qiji, Bodhisattva Man, Shang Xinge, was appointed as Prime Minister Ye.

Qingshan wants to talk down-to-earth, with thousands of troops. The misty rain is low, I hope not to come.

People always worry when they talk on their heads. Sha Ou clapped his hands and laughed with a sad face.

Qingpingle reading Boshan Wang Shian

Hungry mice ran around the bed and bats danced around the dark oil lamp. There is a breeze blowing in the room, and it is raining hard. I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows.

From the northern frontier to the south, and now retired to the forest, it is already an old face with white hair. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me.