1. Poems about rivers and lakes
The bloody moon
The sword cuts through the moon and the dawn sky,
Don’t be afraid to drink the wine as a sacrifice uninhibited.
The blood is wet and the moon is misty.
The sword in the rivers and lakes is still clear.
There is also a poem about the fairy sword (the one above is written by me)
The sharp edge of the sword is hard to control in a shallow box,
The jade hidden in the stone is also exquisite.
The clear cry of the first style breaks through the sky,
The cloud light is blue and condenses far away from the plain.
Drinking wine and singing to attract the phoenix to travel
Thousands of years of nothing but dreams
A sincere love that refuses to end
Wake up from the dream to watch the light rain in the world
The country is still as gentle as before
Banishing the Immortal
The loneliness of the Yao Palace is locked for thousands of years
The nine-day journey with just a shadow in the wind
It is better to return to the mortal world with a smile
***I am flying flowers with sleeves full of flowers 2. Poems about rivers and lakes
Gaining peerless martial arts, not afraid to carry mountains and rivers on both sides of the bank
To win the beauty of a beautiful city, I am afraid that I will lose her deep affection
The heroes in the world come out of my generation, and the years rush them as soon as they enter the world. In the chat and laughter of Huangtu Hegemon, life is a drunken experience. He raised his sword while riding astride and swung the ghost rain, causing bones as white as a mountain bird to fly away in fright. The world is like a tide and people are like water. Only a few people return to the rivers and lakes.
Kill people in ten steps without leaving any trace, and show off your ambition and heroic spirit. Lying drunk on the battlefield, laughing at the wind and clouds, and rejuvenating with a skillful hand, the smoke flies away. Lightning and thunder can dance wildly, flowers and shooting stars can be both good and evil.
The vast and vast sound of the fluttering road to the west
Why should the grass be green when the wind is white?
The night rains in all directions and the isolated city is fighting,
Pingming The sound of the sword depends on the sword's energy.
The chivalrous bones have been missing for thousands of years.
The blue blood and red leaves are drunk by the autumn wind.
Leaning on the building, listening to the wind and rain, looking at the rivers and lakes indifferently.
Life is short and impermanent
The blue lamp lies beside the ancient Buddha
Lonely and sleepless, facing the moon
Where can I get the autumn frost in the long night
There is a Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and a Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple; the Peach Blossom Fairy grows peach trees and picks peach flowers in exchange for wine money.
When you are sober, you just sit among the flowers; when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers; half-awake and half-drunk day after day, the flowers bloom and fall year after year.
I hope that I will die in old age while spending time drinking wine, and I don’t want to bow in front of carriages and horses. Those who are rich in carriages and horses are interested in it, and those who are poor in wine-gold branches are destined to be poor.
If the poor are compared to the poor, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky; if the poor are compared to a chariot and a horse, he has to drive and I have nothing to do.
Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others because they can’t see through it; there are no tombs of heroes from the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields.
The wind turned into lamentations, and he threw two cigarettes into the water.
A bowl of wine! Empty all the sorrows of the rivers and lakes.
When life is prosperous, three thousand black hairs are placed in the high cabinet!
Stop it, stop it, stop it, and let your heart calm down!
A dream of mountains and rivers, half a lifetime of misery and love, things are different and people are different, mountains and rivers remain the same. What was the result? Where to quench Wu Gou, a deserted city lies on the blue stream. It was once the dragon battlefield, whizzing! The grass is covered with frost and the wind is full of autumn. Hegemony waits for leisure, and the more you fight, the more you will grow old. Don't waste your time lightly. After being granted the title of Marquis, how many heroes have only abandoned Qiu!
There are constant disputes in the rivers and lakes, and it is difficult to find a close friend in life
There is no time to settle the waves in the sea? How to resolve grudges with a smile?
When people ask for directions in the world, they don’t ask their hearts. They ask their hearts how far they can travel.
Who in the world can complain about his life? The silent moon reflects the soul of the sword.
If you want to calm your heart and pursue dreams, the solitary lamp knocks on the door of your heart in the night rain.
I am used to wandering around in the world, and love, hate, and hatred are always hard to stop.
The chivalrous bones and tenderness are buried in the sea, and the sword energy of Huashan is full of cold autumn.
The iron blades and spears splattered with blood, and the bitter wine and moonflowers drifted!
Mortal people do not change their minds no matter the circumstances. There is no such suffering in the world.
When you meet a swordsman, you must show your sword. If you are not a poet, don't discuss poetry.
I remember the time when I carried my sword across the rivers and lakes and swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger.
It has been raining for ten years now, and when I wake up, I hear the sound of an empty string.
The rotten butterflies and cicadas are gone. Spring has gone, and the falling flowers and running water are always ruthless.
The cold wind and drizzle autumn has arrived, and the fallen leaves have returned to their roots for another year.
The wind is cold and the sun is setting. Reflecting the yellow sand, quiet mountains and still waters, we are all home.
We are guests when the sword is shining, and we are proud of the past and cherish the world today. 3. What are the poems describing "rivers and lakes"
1. The golden basin washes its hands and retreats, and from then on a dragon disappears from the sky and the earth.
2. Peach plums and spring breeze, a glass of wine, and ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes.
3. Xingzi points to the flying peng, and the golden whip points to the iron Cong.
Fame spreads thousands of miles away, and thoughts come in a cup.
The captives blocked the Yan branch to the north and the Qin city was to the east of Taibai.
Don’t feel melancholy when you leave your soul, look for the treasured sword hero!
4. The world is full of ups and downs.
As soon as I enter the world, the years rush me.
5. The music of the piano resounds in ecstasy on the golden roof,
The shadow of the sword is like snow shooting down a fallen hero.
6. In troubled times, beauty and love in troubled times,
Her face is like a peach blossom and her heart is as ice.
7. As quiet as a virgin but as moving as the wind,
The body is like an ape and moves as nimblely as an ape.
8. The famous family in Shu belongs to the Tang surname.
The steel dart trap is used to predict the underworld.
9. The girl of ice and snow is like the mortal world
The sun is shining for the first time by the West Lake
10. A mixture of love and hatred
A ray of breeze Soul
Traveling with swords and wine
So many grudges and grievances in drunken dreams
Suddenly looking back, everything is in vain
11. How many scenes and scenes A pine tree
A few floors away and a few bells ringing
12. The husband is empty and the wife is empty,
We will not meet each other on the road to the underworld.
13. Friends are also empty,
Everyone has a different path to the future
14. Demons are not demons, Tao is not Tao, good and evil are in the human heart;
Desire is not desire, love is not love, and marriage is determined by God.
15. If you don’t look back, why not forget; since there is no fate, why do you need an oath.
Everything today is as clear as water, no matter what day or night, you are no longer a stranger.
16. The sword rides on the wind to slay demons in the world,
I am happy with wine, but I am happy without wine,
Drink all the rivers, I drink and swallow the sun and the moon again,
I can’t get drunk from a thousand cups, but I am the wine and swordsman.
The bright day fills the universe 4. Poems about rivers and lakes
Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing"
Zhao Ke is wearing a tassel, Wu Gou has a clear snow.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his body and name.
I was passing Xinling to have a drink. I took off my sword and stretched my knees forward.
He will eat Zhu Hai while holding a wine glass to persuade the marquis to win.
Three cups of Turanuo, the five mountains are lighter.
After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit and spirit are born.
Using the golden hammer to save Zhao, Handan was shocked first.
The two heroes of Qianqiu are the most famous in Daliang City.
Even if a hero dies, his bones will remain fragrant, and he will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world.
Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra?
Huang Tingjian's "Send to Huang Jifu"
I live in Beihai and Nanhai, and I can't thank you for sending me a message sent by wild geese.
A cup of wine brings the spring breeze of peach and plum trees, and the light of ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes.
There are only four vertical walls to run a house, but there are only three walls to cure diseases.
I imagine that my head has turned white when I read, and the ape across the stream is crying because of the miasma of vines in the stream.
Lu Yan's "Gift to Taoist Priests to Sharpen Swords"
If you want to sharpen your edge, you dare to work hard, and in the early morning, you open the box and the jade dragon howls.
The air in your hand is three feet tall, and there is a spiritual snake on the stone.
The blood of adultery is gone with the water, and the ointment of evil is now gone with the traces of tears.
Wipe away the injustices in the world, and we will reach the sky with you. 5. Poems about rivers and lakes
Thoughts on Autumn
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
The desire for profit drives people thousands of fire cows, and a gull wanders in the rivers and lakes.
The days are as long as the years, and you can only sleep when you are idle, and the things are as big as the sky, and you can rest even if you are drunk.
The anvil and pestle knock the moon in the deep lane, and the well shakes down in the autumn of my hometown.
If you want to soothe your old eyes, there is no high place, so you can find the Yuanlong Hundred-foot Tower.
"Dream of Two Poems by Li Bai·Part 2"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu
The floating clouds move all day long, and the wanderer will not arrive for a long time.
I dreamed of you frequently for three nights, and I saw your will in person.
Returning home is often awkward, and the path of hardship is hard to come by.
There are many turmoils in the rivers and lakes, and the boat may be lost.
If you scratch your head when you go out, you will lose your life ambitions.
The capital is covered with crowns, but this man is alone and haggard.
The clouds and the network are in full swing, which makes my old body tired.
Long live the name, but the loneliness will be behind you.
"Second Rhyme No. 1"
Era: Yuan Author: Wang Mian
I have forgotten my memory for a long time, and the gulls in the rivers and lakes are not suspicious.
The house is surrounded by yellow flowers like a bright moon, and the bed is full of white snow and there is no child.
What's the use of having a false name after death? There are many things in the world that you don't need to know.
An old friend has come to invite you to stay. Don’t wait for the autumn wind and the old cassia branches. 6. Poems about rivers and lakes
The rivers and lakes are covered in mist and rain.
You cannot enter the world alone.
There is no early stage for a long time in the world.
The scattered people in the world are extraordinary.
When the world gets rough, I will go home.
Every horse in the world is haggard.
The rivers and lakes should not shed tears in the spring breeze.
Swan geese come from the rivers and lakes.
Jianghu can escape spiritual punishment.
There are countless rivers and lakes in Kaisei.
The rivers and lakes are about to go down, but they still fly away.
The sky is vast enough for the world to be full of wind and waves.
The rivers and lakes are so close to each other that I am an old general.
The scattered people in Jianghu mourn the ancient path.
Don’t be silent if you are a stranger in the rivers and lakes.
The world has been full of wandering.
Ten years of drunkenness in the rivers and lakes.
Drinking with friends in the world is like asking each other.
How can the rivers and lakes forget each other?
The rivers and lakes are full of fishermen.
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If you want the whole poem, just search it on Baidu 7. Poems about rivers and lakes
Cao Zhi of the Three Kingdoms "The White Horse": The white horse is decorated with golden restraints and gallops to the northwest.
May I ask whose family you are? You and the ranger. When I was young, I went to the countryside and raised my voice in the desert.
In the past, there was a good bow, but the arrows were uneven. The one who controls the string and breaks the left side will destroy the moon branch with his right hair.
He raises his hand to catch the flying zodiac, and bends down to scatter the horse's hooves. He is as cunning as a monkey and as brave as a leopard.
There are many police in border towns. Hulu migrated several times.
Yu Xi comes from the north. He climbed up the high embankment with force.
Long drive to defeat the Huns. Zuo Guling Xianbei.
Abandon the edge. Life is safe.
Parents don’t care. What to say about a son and his wife.
Compilation of famous warrior records. Don't be selfish.
Sacrifice one's life in a national disaster. Seeing death suddenly feels like home.
Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing" Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xue Ming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and hides his body and name.
I was passing Xinling to have a drink. I took off my sword and stretched my knees forward. He will be eating Zhu Hai while holding a wine glass to persuade the marquis to win.
Three cups of Turanuo, the five mountains are lighter. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit and vitality are born.
Using the golden hammer to save Zhao, Handan was shocked first. The two heroes of Qianqiu are famous in Daliang City.
Even if a hero dies, his bones will remain fragrant, and he will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world. Who can write to your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra?
Lu Yan's "Gift to Taoist Priests to Sharpen Swords": If you want to sharpen your edge and dare to work hard, you will open the box in the early morning and the jade dragon will roar. In the hand, there is three feet of ice on the shore, and there is a spiritual snake on the stone.
The blood of adultery is gone with the water, and the ointment of evil is now gone with the traces of tears. Wipe away the injustices in the world, and we will reach the sky with you.
Zhang Chengji's "To Guangling": One year, I traveled wildly across the rivers and seas, staying overnight and advising everyone to go upstairs at dawn. He was addicted to alcohol and once the crowd was small, and he was a mockery of the princes.
When I meet someone, I hear someone say that they hold swords three times and chant poems in the mirror. Today I feel even more haggard and can't stand the wind and moon in Yangzhou.
Yang Jiong's "Purple Horse": The knight travels around again, and the golden whip controls the purple horse. The snake's bow has white feathers and arrows, and the crane's bridle has red velvet and autumn feathers.
Come to the South China Sea to make a fortune, and sing to Beizhou. The Xiongnu are not yet extinct, so they draw the land and get the title of marquis.
Huang Tingjian's "Send to Huang Jifu" I live in the North Sea and the South China Sea, and I can't send wild geese to send letters to express my gratitude; a glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, and a lamp in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years. There are only four walls to run the house, but there are three broken arms when curing the disease. I imagine that my head has turned white after reading, and the ape is crying across the stream and the vines in the stream are broken.
It takes ten years for a book to come, and things in the world are in a hurry. At that time, the bride and groom were together, the peaches and plums were charming in the spring breeze. Several young couples were traveling together for a day, and the wine and love were strong.
Look now, the setting sun is returning, and the streets are turning red again. ——Baijian Tang Theme "The Book of Swords and Enmities" Wu Qi's "Cheng Yiyan Invites to Drink at Huqiu Restaurant"
Qili water surrounds the flower market with greenery, and the mountains on the first floor are green with people drinking wine. The magic sword is buried in the pile of qiluo, and the old guest star is heard in the sound of flute and drum.
A high-spirited song is full of love, and Wu Ji will not hesitate to pour out the silver bottle. I have been tired of writing all my life, and my reputation will not be diminished after I leave.
Even if the horse is on the fortress, there will be no fighting between young chickens in the east of the city. Hu Shengquan's "Butterfly Dance" The Zhu Pavilion is so warm that people like to wear new makeup to cover up their beauty.
Three thousand pinks and one color? The glory half conceals the double lotus. At dusk, when the wine is gone, I will still dance, but on a moonlit night, I have forgotten my songs.
Feat feats have become extinct in the world, and there are not many days left in the prime of spring. Titled by Fu Hongxue, the streets are growing step by step, and each encounter is lonely.
The oriole's crow urges people to die, and the phoenix tail makes the fragrance disappear. Fire can sharpen a sword, but frost can colden it.
Forced to be stained with the princess's blood, Linyi Moling is far away. Leng Youhuang A day under the sky, underground.
Passing by on eighteen nights, twenty-three sword dead souls lay drunk in the killing field. I am so full of sorrow that I am going crazy, and the Qi water is flowing.
The sky is big and the earth is big. Fifty steps to life and death, eighty-one calamities to take one's life, and be proud of the world.
Leng took it alive and killed it, and renamed it Huaxia. 2. The plum blossoms are no more than three feet high, and the stems are pointing to the sky, reflecting the stone moss on the steps, and thousands of single piles.
Standing in the cold wind, he is also proud and unrestrained, like a crazy master, leaving traces of abandonment in the vast sky. The sword is only a foot long, and it is a desperate attempt to win the title. It crosses the mountain villa and has been covered in dust for a long time.
Leaning against the west gate, the snow blows gently, watching the falling snow and the fragrance of frozen plum blossoms. 3. The long pavilion, the ancient road, and the sky full of fragrant green grass.
The evening breeze blows in the willows, and the sound of bamboo flutes lingers in the sky. At the end of the sunset, there are mountains beyond Infinite Mountain.
At the end of the world, in the corners of the earth, there is no escape from scattered close friends. The turbid wine is intoxicating, and the horse's hooves are broken on the post road in the pass.
There is no end to the wandering, and there will be more resentment if the grudges are not fulfilled. 4. There are emerald green cloud peaks and emerald green lakes.
The water is green, the peaks are green, the peaks are green, the water is green, the water reflects the peaks, and the peaks are green. The spiritual sword is hidden in the spiritual place of the sword, and the young master disturbs the third young master.
The third master of sword energy, the third master of sword spirit, the third master of swordsmanship, the third master of sword perfection.
5. The long embankment is surrounded by smoke cages and willows, the boat sails through the Qinhuai River, the boat is at Jinling, the merchant girl's sweet voice lingers around the beam to disturb the guests, and the infinite love knows where to go.
The dream of leaning against a sword in a high building is good. A guest comes to Wudang, a knight goes to his young room, the grand master's bold words shock everyone, and the moral principles are passed down for thousands of years. 6 Xiao Sixiao, Xiao Wuxiao, Xiao Youxiao, Xiao Wuxiao, Xiao Sixiao is destined to escape.
Eleventh Lang has no regrets and is the best swordsman in the world. A jade is a jade, a jade is not a jade, a jade has a jade, but the jade cannot be avoided, and there is no medicine for the pain of forgetting one's feelings.
Shen Qianjin tearfully confronts the white waves in the heart of the river. 7. Qin lost its deer and was driven away by all the enemies of the world.
History has gone by, but the spirit remains. The master worked hard and worked hard for several years before he became a sharp knife for cutting deer.
The sword falls in the rivers and lakes, and the heroes rise together. The situation is changing, but the magic weapon is still young.
The young hero's justice has been honed for many years and finally became an unparalleled treasure. 8. The long wind and sand, the setting sun and the drinking of horses, the solitary smoke rising up, recalling the cold weather and the noisy dusk crows.
Unexpectedly, the land is only horses, and the sand is billowing and the sky is yellow. The moon is cold in the desert, but the sword reflected in the moon is cold to the bones. How can I sigh that my heart is so far away that it is only wild and gray?
Nine Looking up to the sky, the stars are dazzling. The cold stars caress the sword several times at night, which makes my heart feel cold and I want to abandon it. I can't see countless fierce faces, and the weather is cold and my clothes are thin.
Looking down without shame, the changing water is clear and rippled, the east wind sighs back at the beauty many times in the evening, scattering to the horizon, looking for it. Walking through rough thorns is difficult and dangerous, and my heart is full of worries and side thoughts. 8. Poems about the wine table
Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song"
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new.
I advise you to have another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.
"Jiang Tower" by Du Mu
Drinking Fangchun wine alone, I was already half drunk when I climbed the stairs.
Who startled a line of wild geese and broke through the clouds crossing the river.
Du Mu's "Reminiscence of the Past"
For ten years, I have been floating around the rope for inspection, and I offer myself in front of the bottle as a reward.
The place where the spring rain sings leisurely in the autumn mountains, leaning against the buildings everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River.
Du Mu's "Drinking on an Early Winter Night"
Huaiyang is often sick and I sometimes seek love, but the guest's sleeves are covered with frost and the candle tray.
Build a pile of pear blossoms and a pile of snow, who will be leaning on the railing next year?
Du Mu's "Reminiscences"
A down and out man in the wine shop, with a slender waist and light palms.
After ten years of dreaming about Yangzhou, he won the reputation of a brothel.
Du Mu's "Zheng Guan Xielu"
The Cantonese rhyme remains in the powder, and there are a lot of chicken and dog books.
He said that he would never return to the world, and he would celebrate the new year by drinking in the wind.