It is the person who shows the way of tomorrow.
It's a sad story,
The king's house is full of jewels,
The king's house is full of jewels.
The eight parts of mankind have entered the Taoist temple,
but the grass grows in the spring on the pond terrace.
Who knows the true mountain and the false water,
What is right and what is wrong?
It is difficult to convey the flavor of the situation,
and the sun never sets on the princes and lords.
These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world, and I've never seen a woman in the world with the same kind of personality as me.
It's a real treasure,
it's a good wind blowing.
It is a foolish thing,
The king's court refuses to be small.
The August moon is in full swing,
and the egg sees a new boy.
The real mountains and the real water, the work of the gods,
and the people who do not love the red flowers.
All the attractions have been visited,
Wangyu Taihang, the shadow is heavy.
The only thing missing from the eight directions is the dream of the dome of heaven.
When will you travel beyond the eggshell?
True friends,
Can we know each other;
Everyone is suspicious,
Wang is a good man;
The eight parties are still laughing,
The cake smells good.
This is the first time that I have seen a man who has been in the world for a long time.
This is the first time that I have seen a man who has been in the world for a long time, and I have seen a man who has been in the world for a long time.
The word "king" is a tiger.
The eight-legged crab is a general,
and the chick in the egg learns to announce the dawn.
The real dragon is being played with by the shrimp,
Is it floating or is it sinking?
It is also a battle of the shrimps!
If the king is the master of the stars,
everyone will bow down,
and the eggballs will not be deceived!
....................................................................... Patriotic poem, use this poem of mine when you fight Taiwan-Lao Mei and Jr. Japan some day ....... Ha ha ha
True clumsy valley love stamen
is the sound of no encounter a few times drunk
one place to dance alone Gothic hate water
will not the king only wait for the return of the beautiful people
eight-eyed plantain want to no urgency
eggs out of the shell to stop the sadness
true pearl curtains outside of the quiet no dust
is the person who reveals tomorrow's Tao.
It is a sad man's heart that breaks,
and the king's house is full of vermilion wheels.
The eight parts of mankind have entered the Taoist temple,
but the grass grows in the spring on the pond terrace.
Who knows the true mountain and the false water,
What is right and what is wrong?
It is difficult to convey the flavor of the situation,
and the sun never sets on the princes and lords.
These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world, and I've never seen a woman in the world with the same kind of personality as me.
It's a real treasure,
it's a good wind blowing.
It is a foolish thing,
The king's court refuses to be small.
The moon is in its eighth month,
and the egg sees a new boy.
The real man was born at the beginning of the world,
and has lived on the peak for thousands of years.
What is the reason for this?
Wang Lang repeatedly asked about morality.
Eight hundred million of dust is the same as the right fruit,
Eggs are wet **** good karma.
True scenery into the Qiankun, is when the heart, the friendship of a long, the king all over the world, the eight vast love, but make the wonders of the pleasant, all things from the beginning to open.
True
is
a
King
Eight
Egg
"Drinking wine in the wind, the head of the road"
True mountains, true water, true pictures,
right and wrong, honor and disgrace.
It is as light as a low-flying swallow,
The old residence of the princes and lords of the world.
It is not enough to see the eight wastes and the four seas,
The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the old wine is turbid.
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Or the last two lines are:
What is the use of looking at the eight wastes and the four seas,
Eggshells and mudballs are accompanied by turbid wine!
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("The head of the head" is the "road"! "I've got it!")
Metrically speaking, it's only a limerick.
It's not just in the book, it's in the book, it's in the book, it's in the book.
The clouds and the moon are the only things that make the world go round,
and the heart is clear as a stone.
The bamboo is like a ghost,
the flower is like a virgin.
All the birds on the branches,
and the king and the rain among the flowers.
The eight or nine of them can write poetry, and
the eggs seek their own words.
I wish I could be a stamen in this life,
It is not a matter of regret whether it blooms or sheds,
Who would know the pleasure of it?
The prince is on his way back,
The pavilion is eight miles long, and the plums are cut,
The tarts and flowers **** a cup!
How have you been?
It's a springtime affair.
You know what it's like,
Wang Hai Wave's heart is in the right place.
You're the most stupid person at 8 Mile Junction.
You're the one who knocked out the yolks of the eggs, and you're the one who knocked out the yolks of the eggs.
The reason why it is difficult to hide the poem is not in hiding the words, nor in the rhythm, but in writing the meaning! It is difficult to write a coherent meaning! Many people do settle the first six words. However, some of the single sentence looks smooth, but the whole piece does not know what to say, how to talk about the meaning of the context? There are also semantic although through but because of the last "egg" word is not easy to write, simply pull the hard way, the result is a chicken and egg! What is the reason? The word "egg" is too vulgar! It's hard to convey the mood. I have written a poem in the format of "Raccoon Brook Sand". This poem is based on the love tragedy between Emperor Tang Minghuang and Yang Yuhuan, and the vulgar word "egg" is finally "elegant". I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
The above is purely a personal opinion, and all of you will listen to it. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Imitation of Raccoon Lake
The real princess and the sky to come,
It is the Ming Emperor into the arms.
Who can guess the meaning of this?
The king's palace is like a sea,
The eight winds of spring cause jealousy.
The mirror of the egg is round and broken!
Neighly oblique flat (rhymes)
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Neighly oblique flat (sentences)
Neighly oblique flat (rhymes)
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Notes:
True Concubine: Yang Guifei's name is Yuhuan, and she is also called Tai Zhen, therefore, True Concubine. Taizhen, so she is called True Concubine.
Egg round ice mirror broken Yao Tai: a metaphor for Yang Yuhuan's tragic death at Mawei Slope. Although located in a remote area, but at the time in the consort of the prominent position, so the Yao Tai said.
--The heart to the God knows the origin--
Respondent: Changsha yard - big wizard ninth level 5-7 01:59
Today do not write close to the body of the poem, so let's have a connotative jingle
True words do not laugh at the drama of the word stupid,
right and wrong can distinguish between the straight and narrow.
There are a lot of things in the world,
The king may not be better than the farmer.
The Eight Immortals have crossed the sea at Penglai,
and the egg has been beaten and the chicken has flown away.
Hidden Poem
"What a Bastard"
The true son of God descends to the mortal world,
The dragon will not strand in the shallows.
Personal demeanor has become a model,
The king is invincible.
The enemy's fear is gone,
The egg is broken and the phoenix comes out to lie on the dragon's bed.
Changsha yards is also a tall man. This poem has a good mood, and I have read it. I've read it, but I'm not sure if it's self-effacing, or if I'm just being a bully.
uofeiysyThis poem is not in rhyme, the mood is okay, but not enough to become a masterpiece. I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person. I'm not sure if it's true, but I'm not sure if it's true that I'm a good person.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a position to do something like this, and I'm not sure if I've ever seen anything like this.
True clumsy valley love flower stamen
It is the sound of no encounter a few degrees of drunk
It is a place to dance alone Gotham hate water
King is not only to wait for the return of the good people
The eight eyes of the personality of the people
Eggs out of the shell to rest and then sad
Min instantly thousands of miles to meet the sound
Fang Feixing grass returned to the budding silt
Dan salary ten thousand Huo favorite heart
This is the first time in the history of the world that the people of the world have been in the same situation, but they are not the same.
What goes around comes around,
The results are plentiful,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit.
I'm going to be a Donglang,
I'm going to be a Donglang,
I'm going to be a Donglang,
Another.
All the world can be abandoned,
Philmy Wuyue is better than the lovebirds.
Happy Birthday.
The king and his majesty are at the doorstep
The butterflies in the forest are intoxicating
The ink is light in the paintings
No envy of others
Daily visits to the pavilions to play the zither and the zheng
The pleasure is always on the finger tips
Loving life and enjoying the warblers
My own way of doing things in the world
Why right and wrong is not in the mind
It is the right and wrong of the world
What is the right and the wrong of the world
What is the wrong and the wrong of the world
What is the wrong and the wrong of the world?
It is my nature,
The talent is never taken lightly.
Smoke,
Smoke,
Smoke,
Worldly affairs will be dispersed!
The Mending Heavenly Clay Man Opens the Meng Meng
Flying in the Wind and Proud of the Sky
Soaring Clouds and Blue Sky Hanging in the Sun
Far away from the mountains and distant waters, we can walk freely
[Clay, as a verb, refers to Nuwawa's use of clay to knead people]
Spiritual Discourse
Look back at the time of opening the heaven and opening up the earth, and the mending heavenly clay hand made a strange meaning.
The birds of prey also have extraordinary aspirations, vowing to fill the East China Sea.
The sun has just packed it away, but the moon has sent it away.
Nian Nujiao. The Red Cliff is a place where you will find a lot of people who have been in the same boat for a long time. The world's most famous man is the man of the past. The west side of the old fortress, people say is, the Three Kingdoms Zhoulang Red Cliff. The rocks are crashing into the clouds, the waves are beating against the shore, and a thousand piles of snow are being swept up. The mountains and rivers are like pictures, how many heroes!
Reminiscent of Kung Jin year, Xiao Qiao first married, majestic hair, feather fan and scarf, talk and laugh, boom and sculls smoke. The old country is traveling, the love should laugh at me, early Chinese hair. The world is like a dream, a bottle of libation.
Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong Su Shi
The peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two branches, and the ducks are the first to know the warmth of the water in the spring river.
The artemisia is full of reed buds, and it is the time for the river dolphin to go up.
Mid-Autumn Moon Su Shi
The evening clouds are overflowing with cold, and the silver man is spinning a jade disk without a sound.
This night will not last long, but the bright moon will be there next year.
Drinking Su Shi
The water is glistening and clear, and the rain is strange.
I would like to compare the West Lake with Xizi, the light make-up and the thick coloring are always suitable for each other.
For Liu Jingwen, Su Shi
The lotus is gone, and the chrysanthemum is still there.
It's a good time of the year to remember that it's the best time to be orange, yellow, and green.
The willow, He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty, is a tall tree made of jasper, with ten thousand threads of green silk sash. I don't know who cuts out the fine leaves, but the February breeze is like scissors.
Bu Sian Zi Su Shi
The moon hangs in the sky, and the people are quiet at first.
Who sees the ghosts and the people who come and go?
The shadow of the misty lonely goose.
They were surprised to see that no one was there to tell them what they hated.
It's a good thing that you're not going to live in the cold branches,
Lonely sandbar is cold.
Two Songs of Huichong's Evening Scene on the Spring River
The peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two in number, and the ducks are the first to recognize the warmth of the water in the spring river.
The artemisia vulgaris is full of reed buds, and it is the time when the river dolphin wants to go up.
Su Shi's "Huichong Spring River Evening Scene", the later generation often only cited this one, forgetting that there are four lines behind:
Two or two return to Hong want to break the group, and still seem to be returning to the north.
It is known that there are many winds and snowfalls in the desert, so I am waiting for the spring of half a month in the south of the Yangtze River.
This is a poem with a painting title, Hui Chong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River" has not been handed down, but from Su Shi's poem, we can think of a general idea: a piece of bamboo, three or two branches of peach blossoms, a river, a few ducks, the river bank is full of Artemisia vulgaris, reed buds have just broken through the soil, and there are still two or two return to Hong in the sky. Puffer fish is not visible, is the gluttonous Su Shi in thought: puffer fish should come up, with Artemisia vulgaris and reed buds a stew, than the East Slope meat is much fresher.
Hui Chong for the early Song Dynasty "nine poetic monks" one, and Su Shi is not a person of the era. Su Shi is only see his paintings, not see his
person. This monk poetry and painting are good, especially good at painting the water, and then put a few birds and animals, known as "Huichong small scene".
Wang Anshi admired his paintings, in the "pure Fu out of the monk Huichong paintings to give poetry" in praise of: "the history of the painting has been what is enough to count, Huichong in his later years, I am most recognized."
Poetry on the subject of objects ---
Plums in ink? Wang Coronation (Yuan)
The tree beside the pool where I wash my ink stone,
Double blossoms with light ink marks.
I don't want to be praised for my color,
I just want to leave a clear breath in the sky.
Bamboo and stone* Zheng Xie (Qing Dynasty)
Being determined not to let go of the green mountain,
the roots are in the broken rock.
The thousand grinding blows are still strong,
Let the wind blow from the east, west, south and north.
Yu Qian (Ming Dynasty)
Thousand hammers and ten thousand blows are still strong
Fire burns as if it were idle.
It is not scary to break one's body and bones,
I want to leave innocence in the world.
Poetry of the object---
Ink and Plum? Wang Coronation (Yuan)
The tree by the pool where I wash my ink stone,
Double blossoms with light ink marks.
I don't want to be praised for my color,
I just want to leave a clear breath in the sky.
The poem of homesickness---
Quiet Night Thoughts
Li Bai
The light of the moon in front of the bed
is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Lifting my head to look at the bright moon,
Lowering my head to think of my hometown.
Memories of the Shantung Brothers on September 9
Wang Wei
Alone in a foreign land, I am a stranger,
It is twice as important to think of one's own family at festivals.
It is not easy to know where the brothers climbed,
There are fewer dogwoods to be found.
The Moon on the Fifteenth Night
Wang Jian
The crows roost in the white trees in the middle of the garden,
The osmanthus flowers are wet with cold dew.
The moon is bright tonight, and I don't know who's home I'm thinking of in autumn.
Autumn Thoughts
Zhang Ji
Seeing the autumn wind in the city of Luoyang,
I want to write a letter.
It is not enough to talk about it in a hurry,
and I'm going to open the door again.
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The Autumn Wind
-Liu Yuxi
Where is the autumn wind?
Slowly sending the geese.
It comes into the garden tree in the morning,
and the lone guest is the first to hear it.
The clear sky and the new morning rain, in the misty path, the mountain clear spring laughs, the bamboo forest jade Xiao sound.
The cold night breeze, the silver moon floating in the sky, the distant city lights flashing, near the water between the river line.
How about Dai Zong Fu, Qilu green not yet.
Creating the world, the yin and the yang cut the dawn.
Swinging his chest to generate clouds, deciding to go into the bird.
When you are on top of the world, you can see the mountains in a glance
The lake light, the moon and the autumn moon are in harmony, the surface of the pool is not windy and the mirror has not yet been worn out. The water in the cave is so green that there is a green snail on a silver plate.
Spring Day (Zhu Xi)
Sunday to seek the fragrance of the Surabaya, boundless light a new moment.
Waiting to recognize the face of the east wind, ten thousand purples and thousands of reds are always spring.
Huichong Spring River Scene (Su Shi)
The peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two branches, and the ducks are the first to know the warmth of the spring river water.
Artemisia (hao-) is full of short reed buds, and it is the time when the river dolphin wants to go up.
Willow (He Zhizhang)
The jasper is mounted on a high tree, and the green silk sash hangs down from ten thousand stripes.
I don't know how the leaves are cut, but the February breeze is like scissors.
Lodging in the Dejiang River (Meng Haoran)
The boat was moved to the smoky islet, and the day drew to a close with new sorrows.
Wild and open sky low trees, river clear moon into people.
Morning River Song (Bai Juyi)
A remnant of the sun is spread on 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.
Five Songs from the Mountain - Early Spring
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Huangfu Ran Genre: Genre: Category:
Grasses are all over the Yingyang Mountain, and flowers bloom in the Wuling Water. The colors of spring are already the same, and the hearts of the people are similar.
Mount Lu
The stone path winds into the ancient pavilion, deep in the lush forest the birds are singing clear.
The mountain is a place where you can see the four directions from a distance, and the peaks are all green.
Autumn Colors of the Creek
The maple fragrance of Ushu is close to each other, and the red leaves are sadly parted with the wind.
The ducks are looking at each other in the mirror on the bank, and the old clothes are fading into new ones.
Tiancheng Rock Temple
The temple into the cliffs of the mountain stone as tile, Buddha outside the temple Roach even cliffs.
The water dripping from the cliffs of the blue sky is as good as the rain in the spring.
Tiancheng Wonderful Gorge
The water flows freely from the interrupted danyan rocks, and the bamboo rafts are swinging gently and happily.
Yuanyang ducks lead to the ripples, suspected to be a dream trip in the clear sky.
Cicadas make the forest quieter, birdsong makes the mountains even more beautiful.
The peony is the most beautiful in the world, and the most fragrant on earth. The ancient road is invaded from afar, and the clear green sky connects the deserted city.
When I am on the top of a mountain, I can see all the mountains.
The starry sky overhangs the flat field, and the moon gushes over the great river.
The sound of the rooster and the moon in the thatched store, the frost on the boardwalk.
The desert is straight with lonely smoke, and the sun sets over the Yangtze River.
Drawing 1
Colorful clouds chasing the bright moon, red haze reflecting in the heart, green water following blue grass, white egrets dreaming of blue sky.
Hundreds of miles of flowers open, ten thousand rivers of birds listen to the clouds, the golden sun swims in the sky, thousands of islands in the sea to find.
Painting 2
The clear sky and rain in the morning, the pathfinder in a maze, the clear spring in the mountain laughs, the sound of the bamboo forest.
There is a clear wind in the cold night, the silver moon floats in the sky, the lamps in the distant city are flashing, and the water near the river is walking between them.
How about Dai Zong Fu, Qilu green not yet.
Creating the world, the yin and the yang cut the dawn.
Swinging his chest to generate clouds, deciding to go into the bird.
The top of the mountain will be the top of the mountain, and the view of the mountains will be small
Thirteen, twelve groups of sixteen-character orders
1. The four seasons of the Lotus
The Lotus,
How many winds and rains are there to be waited for?
The arrival of the new spring,
only to spread the beautiful name.
Lotus,
How much love has been showered on the world?
Under the sun,
No one can compete with it.
Lotus,
For whom is it a lifelong gift?
When I think of you,
It's the middle of the night.
Lotus,
For whom will the fragrance last forever?
Only I,
will wait for you for ten thousand years.
2. The wind
The wind
blows the long sleeves and dances in the sky.
How many years,
Blowing the two sleeves clear.
The wind,
blows the warmth into the dream.
Millions of miles,
Come and go without a trace.
The wind,
Blows a young man into a gray-headed man.
The man is old,
and he is not surprised by any favor or disgrace.
The wind,
Blows down the stars in the sky for me.
The rain,
is silent on the ground.
3. Frost
Frost,
The cold is brought to the small village,
One night,
The sky and the earth change their makeup.
The frost,
has made me worry about my hometown.
Tell me:
The years have changed.
Frost,
knowing that I studied hard in the cold window.
Frozen:
Moonlight in front of the window.
Frost,
advised me not to be sad from now on.
When sad,
It is far away.
4. Rain
Rain
The rain
The sound of my heart.
The song is not yet finished,
and it dances gently with the wind.
Rain,
Sadness is like a green thread of hate.
Soothing me:
Tender as a parent.
Rain,
Can you see that I've been waiting?
Does it rain,
And the world rejoices?
Rain,
Drop by drop, it's like a blessing.
For all the world,
It nurtures the rice and the grain.
5. Snow
Snow,
Annually, we are happy to meet each other.
When I ask softly,
Do you remember me?
Snow,
Often turns earth into heaven.
In the kingdom of heaven:
Who does not transcend?
Snow,
How many grudges have been forgotten?
Clean as jade,
Purifying the soul and spirit.
Snow,
Who can say a thousand words?
Under the snowy mountains,
runs blood and fire.
6. White Cloud Song
Clouds,
Who do they send their warmth to day after day?
This love,
makes me feel sorry for my lips.
The clouds,
Who do they knock at the door night after night?
Where the door opens,
I don't see the green dress.
Min instantaneous thousands of miles to meet the voice
Fang Fei grass returns to the budding silt
Dan salary ten thousand Huo favor heart
Danxiao hundred years of good cooperation
Dying wood knife
Min line thousands of miles to find a soulmate
Fang grass curls shaking YaYun
Tanqian think of admiration HuoRan smile
DanfengXiaoYangLe everlasting spring
Min and good at study
The young man
Fang Feiqiu returned to the school
The love of the day
Danlu courtyards before the heart
Hidden-head poems do not require a high degree of rhyming, but reluctantly, it can not be counted as a seven-poem
Mindfulness and sharp step to see the river and the mountains
Fang flower tender show continuous
Danfeng Xiaoxia pulling the 10,000 miles
DanShuChixiao painted
The clouds,
were turned into autumn rain,
Autumn rain is over,
sadness wants to break the soul.
7. The Four Seasons in the Countryside
Spring,
Flowering and bird songs fill the village.
Listen carefully,
and you'll hear the sounds of the countryside.
Summer,
A picture of the village.
After lunch,
It's cool under the tree.
Autumn,
Friends from five continents.
East Coast,
Meeting to watch the seagulls.
Winter,
The festive season is already in full swing.
On the street,
there is the sound of firecrackers.
8. Ten Songs of the Goose
(Ten Chanting Pictures)
Goose,
Have you ever dreamed of your companion?
In the middle of the night,
I heard you sighing in the distance.
Goose,
Sounds like the heart is calling.
When I heard it,
It broke my heart for you.
The geese,
have lost all their former splendor.
The people,
will not stay.