Willow He Zhizhang
Du Fu
Huang Si Niang's house is full of flowers,
Thousands and thousands of flowers are low on the branches.
The butterflies are dancing, and the warblers are crying.
Chrysanthemums
Yuan Zhen
Autumn silks surround the house like the Taoist family, and the sun is slanting all around the hedge.
It is not the chrysanthemum that is preferred among the flowers, and there are no more flowers in bloom.
Climbing Feilai Peak (Wang Anshi)
Thousands of pagodas are found on Feilai Peak, and I hear the rooster crowing to see the sun rise.
Don't be afraid of the floating clouds, just because I am at the highest level.
Deer Chai
Wang Wei
I don't see anyone on the empty mountains,
but I hear people talking.
Returning to the deep forest,
Repeatedly shining on the moss.
<<The Fisherman on the River>>
Fan Zhongyan
The man who travels on the river
But loves the beauty of the perch.
Just look at the boat,
In and out of the storm.
Following the snow, I stayed at Furong Mountain
Liu Changqing
Sunset is far away from the mountains, and the sky is cold, and the white house is poor.
The dog's bark was heard at the wood door, and the man returned home at night in the wind and snow.
On the New Year's Day
Wang Anshi
The firecracker sounded the end of the year, and the spring breeze brought warmth to the tassel.
The first day of the year is the TEEEL of a thousand doors, and the new peach is always replaced by the old one.
Fan Chengda
Fan Chengda
Cultivating the fields by day and performing hemp by night
The children of the villages are in charge of their own families.
The children and grandchildren have not yet begun to plow and weave,
and they also learn to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
Fishing
Hu Lingneng
The child with the bushy head learns to fish,
sitting on the side of the berry moss and grass.
Passers-by beckoned, but
the fish didn't respond.
San Qu Road, Zeng Qiao
The plums were yellow and the sun was shining, and the stream was full of water, but the mountains were moving.
The green shade is not less than the road we came from, and the oriole has four or five more voices.
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain
Li Bai
The birds have flown high, and the clouds are alone.
There is only Jingting Mountain.
Jiande River
Meng Haoran
Moving the boat to the smoky islet, the sun dusk is new.
The sky is open and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is near.
What I saw on the night of the boat
Qing?
The moonlight is dark, and the fishing lamps are a bit of firefly.
The winds and waves are blowing, and the stars are scattered all over the river.
Sending Yuan Er to An Xi
Wang Wei
It is moist with rain, and the willows are new.
I advise you to have a glass of wine, and leave the Yangguan Pass in the west without an old friend.
Two yellow orioles sing in the green willow,
A line of egrets goes up to the blue sky.
The window contains a thousand snows of the West Ridge,
and the door is moored to a ship of ten thousand miles from the East Wu.
The apes on both sides of the river could not stop crying,
The light boat had already crossed ten thousand mountains. The West Stream of Chuzhou
Wei Yingwu
It is only the grass that grows by the side of the stream that I feel sorry for, and the oriole in the deepest tree that is singing above it.
The spring tide comes with rain in the evening, and there is no one in the boat to cross the wild ferry.
Li Bai, the sun shines on the incense burner, looking at the waterfall hanging in front of the river.
Flying down three thousand feet, suspected that the Milky Way fell nine days.
Du Mu (杜牧), a Chinese poet, said: "I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm not sure if I'm a good person.
It's a good idea to stop the car and love the maple forest in the evening,
and the frosty leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
It is not easy to know where the brothers climbed,
There are fewer dogwoods to be found.
Hui Chong Spring River Evening Scene Su Shi Peach blossoms outside the bamboo three or two branches, the spring river water warm ducks know first.
The artemisia vulgaris is full of reed buds, and it is the time when the river dolphin wants to go up.
Jiangnan Spring Du Mu thousands of warblers cry green and red, water village Guo wine flag wind.
Four hundred and eighty temples in the South, how many buildings in the smoke and rain.
Fan Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat snow white cauliflower rare.
No one passes through the hedgerow in the long day, only dragonflies and nymphs fly.
Li Bai
Li Bai was on his way in his boat when he heard the sound of singing on the shore.
The Peach Blossom Pond is not as deep as the water of Wang Lun.
Li Bai
The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west,
and went down to Yangzhou in March.
Lone sail in the distant sky,
Only see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
He Zhizhang
When I left home, I came back to my hometown, and my country accent has not changed.
Children don't know each other when they see each other; they laugh and ask where the guests come from.
Li Bai
The Gate of Heaven interrupts the opening of the Chu River,
The blue water flows eastward to this return.
The two sides of the green mountains are opposite to each other,
A lone sail comes by the side of the sun.
Title West Forest Wall
Su Shi
Looking across the mountains, I see peaks,
The heights are different from far and near.
I don't know the true face of Mount Lushan,
It's just that I'm here in the mountain.
What I saw in the night book
Ye Shao-weng
The sound of wutong leaves sending out cold sounds,
The autumn wind on the river moved the guest.
There is a child who picks at the weaving,
A light in the hedge at night.
Last Snow in Zhongnan
(Tang) Zu Yong
The Yinling Mountain in Zhongnan is very beautiful, and the snow is floating on the clouds.
The forest is clearing up, and the city is getting colder by the end of the day.
The Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge
Zhang Ji
The moon is falling, the crows are crowing, the sky is full of frost,
The fishermen's fires of the rivers and maples are sleeping in sadness.
The cold mountain temple outside the city of Gusu,
The sound of bells arriving at the passenger boat at midnight.
Farewell to Dong Da
Gao Shi
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white suns are twilight,
The north wind is blowing the geese and the snow is falling.
Mo worry about the road ahead without a friend,
Who under the sun does not know a gentleman.
Morning River Song
Bai Juyi, a remnant of the sun is spread over the water, half of the river is red.
Pity the night of the third day of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Ye Shao-weng
We should pity the clogs that print on the moss,
Small buttons on the wood door for a long time not open.
Spring is in the garden, and a branch of red apricots is coming out of the wall.
Drinking on the lake after the first clear rain Su Shi
The water is brimming with water, and the rain is also strange.
If you want to compare the West Lake with Xizi,
Light makeup and thick smear are always appropriate.
Yang Wanli
After all, the West Lake is in the middle of June,
and the scenery is not the same as the four seasons.
The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue,
and the lotus flowers in the sun are differently red.
Ink Plum
Wang Coronet
The tree at the head of my ink stone washes, and the flowers bloomed with light ink marks.
I don't want to be praised for its color, but only for its freshness.
Bamboo and stone
Zheng Xie
Bite the green mountain and do not let go, the roots of the original in the broken rock.
It is the winds that blow from east to west and from north to south.
Lime Chant
Yu Qian
Thousands of hammers and ten thousand chiseling out of the mountain,
Fire burns as if idle.
I am not afraid of shattering my body and bones,
I want to leave my innocence on earth.
Looking at Dongting
Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty
The lake and the moon and the autumn moon know each other well, and there is no wind on the surface of the pool, and the mirror is not worn.
The landscape of Dongting is so verdant that there is a green snail on a silver plate.
Mooring to Guazhou
North Song Dynasty Wang Anshi
Jingkou, Guazhou, between the water,
Zhongshan is only a few mountains away.
The spring breeze is greening the south bank of the river again,
When will the bright moon shine on me? The Song of the Wandering Son
Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
Whoever says that an inch of grass has a heart, it repays the three spring suns.
Changgehang, the sunflower in the garden, the morning dew is waiting for the sun to dry.
Yangchun is a blessing to the world.
It is often feared that the fall festival will come, and K'ung's yellow leaves will decline.
When will the hundred rivers return to the sea?
If you don't work hard, you'll be sad in your old age.
Cao Zhi
Boiled beans, liquids and juice. The beanstalks are under the kettle, and the beans are crying in the kettle. They were born from the same root, but they are too anxious to fry each other.
Out of the Seaside
Wang Changling
The moon is bright in the Qin Dynasty, the Han Dynasty is closed, and the people of the Ten Thousand Miles Long March have not yet returned.
But make the flying general in the Dragon City, and do not teach the Hu horses to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
Happy Rain on a Spring Night
Du Fu
Good rain knows the time of the year, and when spring comes, it happens.
With the wind, it dives into the night, and moistens things silently.
The path is dark with clouds, but the riverboat is bright with fire.
When I look at the red wet place in the morning, the flowers are heavy in Jin Guan Cheng.
Sheer
Lu You
Death knows that all things are empty,
but the sadness of not seeing the same nine states.
When the king's division settled the Central Plains in the north,
the family sacrifices are not forgotten.
Du Fu
There was a rumor of the capture of the northern part of the Thistle from outside the sword,
and when I first heard of it, my clothes were full of tears and snot.
It was the first time I heard of it.
But when he saw his wife's sorrows,
he rolled up his poems and books in a frenzy of joy.
It's a good idea to sing and drink in the daytime,
and to return to your hometown as a youthful companion.
It's time to go from Ba Gorge to Wu Gorge,
and then go down to Xiangyang to Luoyang.
All the words in grades 23-6, Qing Ping Le (Xin Qiji), "The thatched roof is low, and the grass is green on the stream."
This is the first time I've ever heard of this. The old woman in the old woman's house has white hair, and the old woman in the old woman's house has white hair, and the old woman in the old woman's house has white hair. The eldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. I love it when the little ones are so helpless that they lie on their backs in the stream and peel the lotus seedpods.
Li Qingzhao (李清照)
Often remember the sunset of the stream pavilion, drunkenness does not know the way back. When I returned to my boat in the evening, I mistakenly entered the depths of the lotus root flowers. I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you.
Remembering Jiangnan Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, the scenery of the old once familiar. The sunrise river flowers are more than fire, the river water is as green as blue in spring. I can't help but remember the south of the river.
Fisherman's Song
Zhang Zhihe
The white heron flies in front of Xisai Mountain,
The peach blossoms and water of Siniperca chuatsi fish are fat.
Green Ruo Hat, Green Demoiselle,
It is not necessary to return to the wind and rain.
The Nalan Seide Mountain is a journey, the water is a journey, the body to the Yuguan that side line, the night is deep a thousand tent lights.
The wind and the snow are even worse, shattering the dreams of the countryside, and there is no such sound in the hometown.
West River Moon: Night in the Yellow Sand Road
Xin Qiji
The bright moon startles the magpies, and the clear wind chirps the cicadas in the middle of the night.
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.
On the edge of the old thatched roof store and the social forest, the road turns to the stream bridge and I suddenly see it.
Buddha's Barbarian - The Book of Jiangxi Province
The water of the clear river under Yugutai, the tears of many pedestrians in the middle of the river.
Looking at Chang'an from the northwest, I pity the countless mountains.
The green hills can't hide it, but after all, it's flowing in the east.
The evening of the river is worrying, and the mountains are deep enough to hear partridges.
The jasper is made up into a tree, and ten thousand stripes are hanging down the green silk sash.
I don't know who cuts the fine leaves? The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Denying the Stork's Tower Wang Zhilu
The sun is over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea.
It is a great pleasure to see the sky, but it is a great pleasure to go up to the next level.
Lyrics of Liangzhou Wang Han
Grape and wine in a night-glowing cup, want to drink pipa and urge me to do it right away.
Drunk on the sands, the king does not laugh, how many people have come back from ancient battles?
The Hibiscus Tower sends off Xin Jian, and Wang Changling
The cold rain is coming into Wu at night, and the people are being sent away to Chushan in the evening.
Luoyang friends and relatives are like asking each other, a piece of ice heart in a jade pot.
Lyrics of Liangzhou Wang Zhilu
The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds, and a lonely city is ten thousand feet high.
The Qiang flute has no need to complain about the willow, and the spring breeze does not pass through the Jade Gate.
Spring Dawn Meng Haoran
Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and crowing birds are heard everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain in the night, how many flowers have fallen?
Out of the Seaside Wang Changling
The moon is bright in the Qin Dynasty, and the Han Dynasty is closed, and the men of the Long March have not yet returned.
But the flying generals of the Dragon City are here, and they do not teach the horses to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
Deer Chai Wang Wei
The empty mountains are not seen, but the sound of people's voices is heard.
The scene is in the deep forest, and the moss is shining on it again.
Sending Yuan Er to An Xi, Wang Wei
It is moist with rain, and the willows are new.
I advise you to drink a cup of wine, and leave the Yangguan Pass in the west without an old friend.
Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9 Wang Wei
It's a strange journey in a strange land, and I miss my family twice as much at festivals.
It is not easy to know where the brothers climbed up to, and there are fewer dogwoods to be found.
Silent Night Thoughts Li Bai
The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Lift your head to look at the moon, and look down to think of your hometown.
Gulang Yuexing Li Bai
When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, but called it a white jade disk.
It is also suspected that it is a mirror on the Yao Tai, flying on the end of the blue clouds.
Li Bai (李白)
日照香炉生紫烟，遥看瀑布挂前川.
The waterfall is three thousand feet straight down, suspected to be the Milky Way falling into the nine heavens.
Give Wang Lun Li Bai
Li Bai was about to leave on his boat when he heard the sound of singing on the shore.
The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me.
The Yellow Crane Tower sent Meng Haoran to Guangling, Li Bai
The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and went down to Yangzhou in March.
Lone sail and distant shadow in the blue sky, only see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Li Bai (李白)
朝辞白帝彩云间，千里江陵一日還。
The apes on both sides of the river could not stop crying, and the light boat had already crossed ten thousand mountains.
Farewell to Dong Da Gao Shi
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white suns are twilight, and the north wind is blowing geese and snow.
Mo worry about the road ahead without a friend, who in the world doesn't know you?
Du Fu
Two yellow orioles are singing in the green willow, and a line of egrets is going up to the blue sky.
The window contains a thousand snows of the West Ridge, and the door is moored to a ship of ten thousand miles from the East Wu.
The Joyful Rain of Spring Nights Du Fu
The good rain knows the time and the season, and when spring comes, it occurs.
With the wind, it dives into the night, and moistens things silently.
The path is dark with clouds, but the riverboat is bright with fire.
When I look at the red wet place, the flower is heavy Jin Guan Cheng.
Du Fu
The late sun and the mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.
The swallows are flying in the mud, and the mandarin ducks are sleeping in the sand.
Du Fu
East of the river in front of the Huangshi Pagoda, the spring light is lazy and sleepy, leaning on the breeze.
The peach blossoms have no owner, but they love the deep red and the light red.
The Night Mooring at Maple Bridge Zhang Ji
The moon is falling and the crows are crowing and the sky is full of frost, and the fishing fires on the river maple and the fishermen are sleeping in sorrow.
The cold mountain temple outside the city of Gusu, the sound of bells arriving at the passenger boat at midnight.
You Zi Yin Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
Whoever says that an inch of grass has a heart, it repays the three spring suns.
Jiangxue Liu Zongyuan
The birds fly away from a thousand mountains, and the trails are deserted.
Lonely boat Demoiselle, fishing alone in the cold river snow.
Fishing Songs by Zhang Zhihe
The white heron flies in front of Xisai Mountain, and the fish in peach blossom water are fat.
Green Ruo hat, green straw raincoat, the wind and rain do not have to return.
Liu Yuxi
The light of the lake, the moon and the autumn moon, the surface of the pool, no wind, the mirror has not yet been worn.
The landscape of Dongting is so verdant that there is a green snail on a silver plate.
Fuyu Guyuan Grass Farewell Bai Juyi
The grass on the plains is a bit dry and blossoming every year.
Wild fires cannot be eliminated, but the spring breeze blows again.
The ancient road is invaded by a distant fragrance, and the city is surrounded by a clear green sky.
Sending the king's grandchildren away again, I am full of farewell feelings.
Remembering the South of the River Bai Juyi
The South of the River is good, and the scenery is old and familiar.
The flowers of the river are as red as fire at sunrise, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Fishing for children Hu Lingneng
The head of a child learns to fish, and sits on the berry platform with the grass reflecting his body.
Passers-by beckoned, fearing that the fish would not respond.
Compassionate Farming Li Shen
The day of the hoeing of the harvest is noon, and the sweat is dripping from the soil.
Who knows how hard it is to eat on a plate?
Jiashima
The boy was asked under a pine tree to tell him that he had gone to collect medicine.
It is only in this mountain, and I don't know where the clouds are deep.
Mountain Walking Du Mu
The stone path on the cold mountain slopes in the distance, and there is a house where the white clouds grow.
Parking in the maple forest at night, the frosty leaves are redder than the February flowers.
Ching Ming Du Mu
The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
Where can I find a tavern? The shepherd boy is pointing to the apricot blossom village.
Jiangnan Spring Du Mu
Thousands of warblers cry in green and red, and the wine flag winds in the water villages and mountains;
The four hundred and eighty temples in the south, and how many buildings in the smoke and rain.
Le You Yuan Li Shangyin
It is not easy to drive to the ancient plains in the evening.
The setting sun is infinitely good, but it is only near dusk.
Fisherman on the River Fan Zhongyan
The people on the river love the beauty of the perch.
Just look at the boat that goes out into the storm.
On the New Year's Day, Wang Anshi
The firecracker sounded the beginning of the year, and the spring breeze brought warmth to the tassel.
The tel of a thousand doors was always a new peach for an old one.
Boarding a boat at Guazhou, Wang Anshi
Between the waters of Guazhou and Jingkou, Zhongshan is only a few mountains away.
The spring breeze is greening the south bank of the river again, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Drinking from the lake after the first clear rain Su Shi
The water is glistening and clear, and the rain is also strange.
To compare the West Lake with Xizi, the light makeup and the thick smear are always suitable.
Huichong Spring River Scene Su Shi
The peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two in number, and the ducks are the first to know the warmth of the spring river.
The artemisia is full of reed buds, and it is the time when the river dolphin wants to go up.
Title Xilinbi Su Shi
Looking across the mountains, I saw peaks, and the heights were different from near and far.
Not knowing the true face of Mount Lushan, but only being in this mountain.
Summer Day Verse by Li Qingzhao
Being born as a man, dying as a ghost.
To this day, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Jiangdong River.
Showing my son, Lu You
Dying knows that all things are empty, but the sadness of not seeing the nine states is the same.
When the king's division is determined in the middle of the plains, I will not forget to tell Naiweng at the family memorial service.
Autumn night is about to dawn out of the hedge door to welcome the cool feeling Lu You
Thirty thousand miles of river east into the sea, five thousand Ren Yue on the sky.
The remnants of the people are in tears, looking south to the king's division for another year.
Fan Chengda
The day is spent in the fields and the night in the hemp, and the children of the villages are in charge of their own families.
The children and grandchildren have yet to learn how to plow and weave, and they are learning how to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
Small Pond Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the fine flow, and the shade of the trees loves the water.
The small lotus is only showing its tip, and there are dragonflies standing on it.
Send Lin Zifang to Yang Wanli when he leaves the Jingci Temple
After all, the West Lake is in the middle of June, and the scenery is not the same as that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are differently red.
Spring Zhu Xi
The day of the victory of the fragrance of the Surabaya, the boundless light of a new moment.
Waiting to recognize the face of the east wind, ten thousand purples and thousands of reds are always spring.
It is not worthwhile to travel to the garden. Ye Shaoweng
It is a pity that my clogs are not open for a long time.
It is not possible to close the garden in spring, but a branch of red apricots comes out of the wall.
Ink Plum, Wang Coronet
The tree at the head of my ink stone, with its blossoms of light ink.
I don't want to be praised for its color, but only for its freshness.
Lime Yin Yu Qian
Thousands of hammers and ten thousand chisels out of the mountain, the fire burns as if idly,
People are not afraid of breaking their bones, to leave the white in the world.
Bamboo and stone Zheng Xie xiè
Bite the green mountain and do not let go, the original roots in the broken rock.
The winds of the north and south are the same as the winds of the east and the west.
He Zhizhang
When I left home, I came back to my hometown, and my country accent has not changed.
Children don't know each other when they see each other; they laugh and ask where the guests come from.
Morning River Yin Bai Juyi
A remnant of the sun is spreading on the water, half of the river is red, half of the river is red.
Pity the night of the third day of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
The Song of Songs Han Lefu
The sunflower in the green garden, the morning dew is waiting for the sun to dry.
Yangchun spreads virtue, and all things are radiant.
It is often feared that the fall festival will come, and K'ung's yellow leaves will decline.
When will the hundred rivers return to the sea?
The young and strong don't make an effort, the old man is sad.
Seven Steps Poem Cao Zhi
Boiled beans for soup, liquids for juice.
The beanstalks are under the kettle, and the beans are crying in the kettle.
The beanstalks were born from the same root, but the beans were cooked in the kettle, and the beans wept in the kettle.
When I heard that the official army had taken over Henan and Hebei, Du Fu
Suddenly there was a rumor that the sword had taken over the northern part of the Thistle, and when I first heard it, my clothes were full of tears and snot.
But when I look at my wife, I see that she is not worried, and when I roll up my books, I feel like going crazy with joy.
It's time to sing and drink in the daytime, and it's time to return home with a young man as a companion.
It's time to cross the Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge to Luoyang, and to go down to Xiangyang.
West River Moon: Night in the Yellow Sand Road
Xin Qiji
The bright moon startles the magpies on other branches, and the breeze chirps the cicadas in the middle of the night. In the fragrance of rice flowers, I hear the sound of frogs. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley. The old time thatched store by the social forest, the road turned to the stream bridge suddenly see.
Bodhisattva Barbarian? The book Jiangxi Makkou wall
Yugutai under the clear river water, how many pedestrians in the middle of the tears. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming. Mao Zedong
The wind and rain send spring back, snow to welcome spring. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. I'm not going to fight for it, but I'm just going to report it to you. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of it. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it, but I'm going to have to do it, and I'm going to have to do it. I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous of all the flowers. The only thing that I can say is that I have no idea what I'm talking about, and I don't know what I'm talking about.
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