Poems that don't struggle with the world
1. Yongmei the Oracle Operator
There is a broken bridge outside the post station, and there is no owner in loneliness.
it's already dusk, and it's even more windy and rainy.
I don't mean to struggle for spring, but everyone is jealous.
bits and pieces are turned into mud and ground into dust, and only the fragrance remains the same.
2.
Liu Yuxi
The mountain is not high, but the immortal is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit.
I am humble, but I am virtuous. The moss marks are green on the upper steps, and the grass is green.
There are great scholars who talk and laugh, but no Bai Ding. You can tune the lute and read the golden classics.
there's no fuss, no cumbersome work. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Yunting Pavilion in West Shu.
Confucius said: What's wrong with it?
3, "Drinking"
Tao Yuanming
build house is in a human environment, and there are no horses and chariots.
when you ask him what he can do, you are far from self-centered.
under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
the weather is getting better every day, and the birds are returning.
there is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten to say it if I want to argue.
4. The Guest Arrives
Du Fu
north of me, south of me, spring is in flood, day after day I have seen only gulls.
my path is full of petals -- I have swept it for no others, my thatch gate has been closed -- but opens now for you.
it's a long way to the market, I can offer you little, yet here in my cottage there is old wine for our cups.
shall we summon my elderly neighbour to join us, call for the rest of the cup.
5.
Living in Idleness
Wang Wei
Peach red contains persistent rain, and willow green has spring smoke.
The flowers have fallen, but the guests in Yingti Mountain are still asleep.
6, "Village Residence"
Gao Ding
The grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
Children come back early from school, so they are busy flying kites in the east wind.
7. Tian Jia Xing
The male voice is happy and the female Yan Yue, and people don't complain about saying goodbye.
In May, although the wheat was hot and the wind was clear, the eaves screamed.
the wild silkworm is not taken as a cocoon, and the autumn moth is born among the leaves.
when the wheat is harvested, the silk is on the axis, and the knowledge is lost.
don't look at the entrance to restore your upper body, and don't sell yellow calves to the city.
Tian's family is well fed and clothed, so it's a pleasure not to see the county gate!
8. Entering Ruoyexi
Wang Ji
What's wrong with the boat? It's empty and full of water.
overcast clouds lead to distant caves, while sunny scenery flows back.
The cicada forest is quieter, and Tonamiyama is quieter.
this place is full of thoughts, and I have been sad and tired for many years.
9. looking at the moon and thinking of one far away
Zhang Jiuling
the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * At this time.
brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night.
it is no darker though I blow out my candle, it is no warmer though I put on my coat.
so I leave my message with the moon, and turn to my bed, hoping for dreams.
When the poet saw the bright moon, he immediately thought of Yuan
1, Tian Jing Sha
Ma Zhiyuan
A dead vine and a faint crow, a small bridge and flowing water.
the west wind and thin horse on the ancient road.
when the sun sets, heartbroken people are far away.
11.
Su Shi
Like a flower, it is still like a non-flower, and no one is reluctant to follow suit.
it's heartless and thoughtful to leave home and go by the road.
it hurts the soft intestine, makes you sleepy, and makes you want to open and close.
I dreamed of Wan Li with the wind, looking for a place to go, and
I was also called by the warbler.
I don't hate this flower flying away,
I hate the West Garden, and it's hard to compose it.
when it rains at dawn, there is no trace of it, and a pool of duckweed is broken.
spring is divided into three parts, dust is divided into two parts, and water is divided into two parts.
in detail, it seems that it is not a flower, but a little bit is a tear.
12. The Temple after the Broken Mountain Temple
Chang Jian
in the pure morning, near the old temple, where early sunlight points the tree-tops.
my path has wound, through a sheltered hollow, of boughs and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool.
and a thousand sounds are quieted, only heard the chime.
13. Returning to the Garden
Tao Yuanming
There is no vulgar rhyme, and his nature loves Qiushan.
fall into the dust net by mistake for thirty years.
a captive bird is nostalgic for the old forest, and a fish in the pond misses its source.
open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.
there are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine grass houses.
the back eaves of Liu Yin elm, in front of Taoli Luotang.
it's warm and distant, and there's smoke in yiyi market.
in the deep lane where dogs bark, chickens crow and mulberry trees jump.
there is no dust and clutter in the household, and there is leisure in the virtual room.
after being in a cage for a long time, it's back to nature.
14. The swordsman Jia Dao
After ten years of grinding a sword, the frost blade has never been tried.
I'm showing you today. Who's got a grievance?
15, "Zhai Zhong Zuo"
Cen Can
Traveling from the west to the sky, leaving home to see the moon twice;
I don't know where to stay tonight? Pingsha Wan Li is uninhabited!
16. on a Gate-Tower at Youzhou
Chen Ziang
where, before me, are the ages that have gone?, and where, behind me, are the coming generations?.
I think of heaven and earth, without limit, without end, and I am all alone and my tears fall down!
17.
Li Bai
Those who abandoned me can't stay yesterday,
Those who disturb my heart are troubled today,
the autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort, as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine.
the bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, and I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side.
we both are exalted to distant thought wants to go to the sky to capture the bright moon.
but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, it's even sadder to raise a glass to ease your worries.
since the world can in no way answer our craving, in the Ming dynasty, sent out boat-hunting.
18, "it is hard to go"
Li Bai
There are ten thousand gold bottles and wine fights, and a jade plate of dainty food calls for a million coins.
I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, it will be snowing in the Taihang Mountains.
I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun. A classic poem describing snowflakes in winter
Snow is too late for spring, so it wears a courtyard tree as a flying flower. Chun Xue
was the first time that the beer was baked, and the mountains were covered with clouds, which shocked the rocks to snow like dust. ぴ㉣ぴ㉣㉣ぴ㉣㉣㉣㉣㉣㉣㉣㉣㉣㉣㉣㉣㉣㉣🟧🟧🟧🟧12899 Fine
The snow is as cold as a hand. Tang Li Bai's
Mocking King Liyang Refuses to Drink
rewards Qiong Yao all over the place. Zhen Wei's treatment of illnessThe Miyagi Regiment returned to Yan Guang and fell into pieces during the day. だだ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ 12 There are no more four or five smoke villages, and there are many pictures. Look at the sparse forest, noisy crows, yellow reeds hidden under the Qingjiang River, and fishing with oblique cables.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. A Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home
At dusk, six flowers are flying outside the door, and I don't know if I am drunk on the bed. ♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫983
When six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboo turn into a beautiful branch. The beer murmur
I don't hesitate to spend all my days, and I have no fragrance in his plum blossom jade.
there are six flowers flying in front of the door, so don't mention anything before the bottle. Bai Pu's "Tianjingsha Winter"
There are thousands of bamboo shoots and stones on a thousand peaks, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds. A classic sentence in "South Qin Xue".
Rui Ye Fei has come to wheat, and it is even more annoying to rain and be happy. There is an air difference in salt spraying, but the catkins are not due to the wind. Xie Daoyun's Poem on Snow
There are jade butterflies flying all over the sky, and it's not too bad that the valley blocks Oriole. Xuan Hua Youwu's Chun Xue
Tang Hanyu's Chun Xue didn't make a splash in the New Year, but in early February, he was surprised to see grass buds. Snow is too late for spring, so it is intended to be a flower in the courtyard tree to wear flying.
the sky is flying on Qiong Ying, and I am suspicious of Yu Jing. Brewing beer and making fun of the eggplant
The red clouds are as miserable as the sky, and the cold dragons are shaking up the rain. だだ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ だ 12 Brew beer and shake the governor; This poem is in the snow in Xiangyang
Snowflakes are hard to cover your eyes, and the wind is like a knife. 𘄹でででLiu Jing Zhong Yun on a Snowy Night
Snow is like plum blossom, plum blossom is like snow, and both similarity and dissimilarity are wonderful.
Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as seats, and they blow off the Xuanyuan Terrace one by one. There is a small penalty for drinking beer and staying in Dong.
Jade flowers fly in the middle of the night, and the waves dance next year. にに に に に に に に に に に に に に に に に に に に に に に に に 12
when the cool breeze moves through the night, beautiful people are eager for it.
Gao Fenghan's
The painting of irrigation husband is loose, and the painting of Banqiao is blue and blue.
the orchid is detached, the orchid is fragrant, and the pine branches are long.
sitting in a cloak, the north window is cool, and the old slave suffers from too much madness.
Huang Ren's "Painting Orchids with Inscriptions" (three poems)
When the room is fragrant, the walls are empty.
one punch is ancient and charming, and beauty is accompanied by solitude.
Yuan Li thinks a lot, but it's a long way from my heart? .
the paper window appeals to the soul, and the appearance is beyond admiration.
a beautiful stone is nurtured by a magnetic bucket, and the source is clear and the fragrance is far away.
You came from Wangchuan, and you got this powder book.
The book
Writing Lanshi has a letter
An empty rock, with several grasses.
remember Lin quanhao when you write about the person who sent the dust.
Li Fangying's Orchid Album (three songs)
Xiao Ai's dew is cold, and the heroes of the ages cry.
If you put pen to paper and ponder over the past, Hengqin may not adjust to the blue sky.
Chu Village has been a guest for 2 years.
I feel sorry for myself, but I don't sing blue songs, and thousands of leaves and flowers are for the world to see.
Don't laugh when you ask for heaven, but you are always ignorant, and you also cherish the sadness in your temples.
when the household is exhausted, they are afraid of losing their fragrance when they enter the mountain.
Wang Shishen's Orchid
Orchids grow in the valleys, and flowers bloom in Qiu Lai.
in the secluded period with me, the empty mountain wants to go far away.
bluegrass is like a hermit's heart, and it is proud of itself and the clouds are deep.
The spring breeze leaves a hollow valley every year, leaving a fragrance in the lute.
Li Yi's Ink and Wash Lan Hui
In summer, the flowers are shallow and deep in spring, and a few stems are disorderly and oblique.
although it is not as good as the orchid, it is extravagant to plant a hundred acres together.
"Yougu Fangfei"
wrote Fangfei in such a dripping way, with few potted plants and stone walls.
remember that the spring breeze scatters the valley, and the flowers are like grass, and the firewood returns.
Jin Nong's Painting Orchids
The rain is too deep, and the brush and inkstone in the forest are cool, but the female orchids are nowhere to be seen.
The soft notes are multi-fiber, not counting Ma Siniang in Jinling.
Miao Gongen's "Lu Lan"
The ice roots and green leaves are miscellaneous and barren, and the dew is decorated with pearls.
the smile is half full and half vomit, and the heart is bright.
Shen Tong's The Orchid is Written by Mr. Yi Feng
The Orchid is empty and becomes the king's fragrance.
the fragrance fills all the fields, and the posture is clear and clear.
the pulse is full of affection, and it is independent and fragrant.
He Kan-hsiao and Ai make friends with each other.
Xiao's AIDS is exposed, and Youlan suffers from severe frost.
as soon as the light and wind turn, pick and fill the dress.
Zheng Xie's
The basin is Shimada Hanzo, and the flowers are half-contained.
don't vent, don't be afraid of decay.
two pots of bluegrass, one night early in the morning.
flowers come in succession, and it's late spring and early summer.
Title Orchid
The bluegrass has made its way, which means a lot in the mountains.
if you are still faithful, why should you fight against others?
The cliff is thousands of feet, and orchids are in the sky.
there are firewood pickers, so you can't reach out and fold them.
the orchid
has a big root, so why bother with short and sparse leaves?
spring thunder sends out at night, and the fragrance enters the clouds.
Lan
There are many hidden meanings, and Chun Qing is not allowed to be revealed.
after the Qingming festival, the essence will enter the summer Qing dynasty.
"Title Orchid" (five songs)
Orchids are not flowers, but people in my eyes.
it's difficult to master the pen and write this flower god.
spearmint is not fragrant, but the breath in my mouth.
it's hard to master the pen and write the taste of lips.
seventy-three-year-old, fifty-year-old painting orchid.
let him wind, thunder and rain, and he will never wither.
one stroke and two strokes, both of which are wonderful.
it's hard to believe in waving your hand, regardless of previous people.
roots are not in the ground, but flowers bloom all the year round.
it's strange that when I understand it, the cat came to me with a letter.
Thorns comfort their roots, and the wind reveals their spirits.
a simple heart can't be happy, and the grass can also be touched by Yu chun.
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spread Qian Qian horizontally and vertically, with less ink spots and more tears.
One hundred and eighty arrows from Qiu Lan were sent to Jiaoshan Stone House.
xiao yue knocked on the door to pass the simple post, and Yanfan passed Jiang Lai last night.
A Dai is clearly called in the painting before Chunlan blooms in Xialan.
after reading all the glory and decay, it's an angel in a basin, which can be pulled out and planted several times.
Spring rain and spring breeze write a wonderful face, and the love and charm fall into the world.
nowadays, there is no confidant, and breaking the black basin will go deeper into the mountain.
Orchids bloom early at the top of the mountain, and small arrows on the mountainside are still pregnant.
Painters are determined to stop storing, so why bother Dongfeng to be a medium?
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There are all kinds of beauty and evil in the world, and I want to meet warm and distant people.
"Lan" (four poems)
Qu Song's articles are full of vegetation, and the blue spectrum of a thousand years is overwhelming.
how to sell cheap from others is a challenge in the cross street.
this is a kind of quiet flower, and it doesn't ask Wen Da for a haze.
if you pick firewood or fear to pass through the path, you can even write that the mountains are covered.
orchids are grass in the mountains, and they are also planted in the mountains.
There are many pots planted in the world, so it is better to stay with the haze.
in the mountains, bluegrass is in a mess, with warm leaves and warm flowers and a strong climate.
it's not far to send incense out of the grain, so it can be sent to the common dust.
After searching and searching in the mountains, I found a red heart and a plain heart.
I want to send a branch to a long distance. It's cold and fragrant until now.