Spring Dawn by Meng Haoran
Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and crowing birds are heard everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain comes at night.
"Deer Chai" by Wang Wei
I don't see anyone on the empty mountains, but I hear people's voices.
The shadow returns to the deep forest and shines again on the moss.
Author: Wang Wei
The red bean is born in the south country, and in spring it grows a few branches.
I wish you would pick them more often, they are the most lovesick.
Miscellaneous Poems by Wang Wei
You come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.
Before the coming day, in front of the window, the cold plums have not yet blossomed.
"Looking at the remaining snow in Zhongnan" by Zu Yong
The Yinling Mountain in Zhongnan is very beautiful, and the snow is floating on the clouds.
The forest shows the clearing of colors, and the city increases the coldness in the evening.
Silent Night Thoughts by 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, lower your head to think of your hometown.
"Climbing to the Stork Tower" By Wang Zhilu
The sun is still on the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea.
To see beyond a thousand miles, to climb one floor higher.
Jiangxue (River Snow) By Liu Zongyuan
Birds fly away from a thousand mountains, and people disappear from ten thousand paths.
Lonely boat Demoiselle Weng, fishing alone in the cold river snow.
Deng Leyouyuan By Li Shangyin
It is not easy to drive to the ancient plains in the evening.
The setting sun is infinitely good, but it is nearly dusk.
"Playing the Qin" By Liu Changqing
On the seven strings, I listen to the cold wind of the pine.
The old tune is a favorite of mine, but many people today do not play it.
The Book of Eight Formations by Du Fu
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The river and the stones do not turn away, and I hate the loss of Wu.
"Grass" by Bai Juyi
The grass on the plains is a bit dry and blossoming every year.
Wildfire cannot be eliminated. It grows again when the spring breeze blows.
The ancient road is invaded by the distant fragrance, and the deserted city is connected by the clear green.
Sending the king's grandson away again, I am full of farewell feelings.
The Song of the Wandering Son By Meng Xiao
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 the heart of a child, it will repay the three spring suns.
The Moon in Guanshan Mountain By Li Bai
The bright moon comes out of the sky and mountains, between the vast clouds and the sea.
The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, blowing over the Jade Gate Pass.
Han went down the Baideng Road, and Hu peeped into the Green Bay.
By the time of the war, there was no one to return.
The garrison looked at the border color, thinking of returning to the bitter face.
This is the night when the tallest building is built, and the sighs should not be idle.
"Looking at the Moon" By Zhang Jiuling
There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is **** this time.
Lover's complaint is that the night is far away.
The candle is out, the light is full, the clothes are covered with dew.
It's not a good idea to give them a gift, but it's a good idea to go back to bed and dream about them.
"Send Du Shaofu to Shuzhou" By Wang Bo
The city que supports the three Qin states, and the wind and smoke look at the five Jin.
With you, I am a fellow eunuch.
A friend in the sea, a distant land is far away.
Without doing anything, I'm on the road, and I'm a child***.
Spring Hope by Du Fu
The country is broken, the city is deep in spring.
The flower splashes tears when feeling the time, and the bird is frightened when hating to say goodbye.
The fire of the Beacon is three months long, and the letter of the family is worth ten thousand gold.
The white head is shorter than ever, and I wish I could not wear a hairpin.
The Ascent to Yueyang Tower By Du Fu
In the past, I heard about the water in Dongting, and now I go up to Yueyang Tower.
Wu and Chu in the southeast, Qiankun floating day and night.
There are no words for friends and relatives, and there is a lonely boat for the old and sick.
Rongma Guanshan North, by the Xuanxuan snot and Si flow.
"Farewell to the Final South" By Wang Wei
It was in my middle age when I was quite good at Taoism, and my home was in the southern mountains in the evening.
When I was in my middle age, I was quite fond of Taoism, and in my later years, I came home to the southern mountains.
When I was in my middle age, I was quite fond of Taoism, and in my later years, I came home to the southern mountains.
Once in a while, I would like to talk and laugh with the old man in the forest, and there is no time to return.
The Lyrics of Liangzhou by Wang Han
The grapes and fine wine are in the night-light cup, and I want to drink the pipa on the horse.
Drunk on the sands, the king does not laugh, how many people have returned from ancient battles.
Looking at Mount Lushan Waterfalls By Li Bai
The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river in the distance.
Flying down three thousand feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling into the nine heavens.
Sending Meng Haoran to Guangling by Li Bai
The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and went down to Yangzhou in March.
Lonely sails and distant shadows in the blue sky, but the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
"Early departure from Baidi City" by Li Bai
We left the Baidi City in the morning, and returned to it in one day.
The apes on both sides of the river cannot stop crying, and the light boat has already crossed ten thousand mountains.
The Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge by Zhang Ji
The moon is falling, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the fishing fires on the river maple are sleeping with sorrow.
The Cold Mountain Temple outside Gusu City, the sound of bells arriving at the passenger boat at midnight.
"Wuyi Lane" by Liu Yuxi
Wild grasses bloom by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, and the sun sets at the mouth of Wuyi Lane.
The Swallow in front of the Hall of Wang Xie in the old days has flown into the homes of the common people.
The Song of Wei Cheng by Wang Wei
It is moist with rain on Wei Cheng, and the willows are fresh and green on the guest houses.
It's a good idea to drink a glass of wine, and to leave the Yangguan Pass in the west without an old friend.
Out of the Seaside by Wang Changling
The moon is bright at Qin time, the pass is at Han time, and the people of the Long March have not yet returned.
But let the flying generals of the Dragon City be present, and don't teach the horses to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
Out of the Seaside by 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.
The Willow By He Zhizhang
The jasper is made into a tall tree, and ten thousand threads hang down the green silk sash.
I don't know who cuts the leaves, but the February breeze is like scissors.
The Yellow Crane Tower by Roy Cui
The Yellow Crane Tower has already been taken away by people in the past.
The yellow crane never returns, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.
The sunny river is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is full of Parrot Island.
Where is the countryside at dusk, the smoky river makes people sad.
Du Fu
The flowers of Huang's house are all over the grove, and a thousand of them are on the lower branches of the branches.
The butterflies are always dancing, and the warblers are always crying.
Ching Ming By Du Mu
The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
When I ask where the tavern is, the shepherd boy points to the village of apricot blossoms.
Mountain Walking By Du Mu
The stone path on the cold mountain is slanting in the distance, and there are people's homes where the white clouds grow.
Parking the car, I love the maple forest in the evening, and the frosty leaves are redder than the February flowers.
Title of the South Village of the Capital City By Cui Nu
Last year today in this door, the face of the peach blossoms reflecting each other red.
I don't know where the faces of the people have gone, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
Goose (Luo Binwang)
Goose, goose, goose
The goose sings to the sky.
White fur floats on green water,
Red palm plucks clear waves.
Spring Dawn (Meng Haoran)
Spring sleeps without realizing it,
and crowing birds are heard everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night,
The number of flowers falling.
Deer firewood (Wang Wei)
I don't see anyone on the empty mountains,
but I hear people's voices.
The view is in the deep forest,
and it is on the moss again.
Denying the Stork Tower (Wang Zhilu)
The white sun is over the mountains,
The Yellow River flows into the sea.
To see a thousand miles,
To reach a higher level.
Song of Ascending to Youzhou Terrace (Chen Zi'ang)
Nothing has been seen before,
nothing will be seen after.
Thinking of the longevity of heaven and earth,
Solo pathos yet shaving down.
Silent Night Thoughts (Li Bai)
The moonlight in front of the bed,
is suspected to be the frost on the ground.
Lifting my head to look at the bright moon,
Lowering my head to think of my hometown.
Compassionate Farming (Li Shen)
The day of hoeing is noon,
Sweat drops on the soil.
Who knows what is on the plate,
All grains are bitter.
Jiangxue (Liu Zongyuan)
The birds fly away from a thousand mountains,
The trails of the people are extinguished.
Lone Boat Demoiselle,
Fishing alone in the cold river snow.
Fu De Gu Yuan Grass Farewell (Bai Juyi)
The grass on the plain,
A yearly blossoms and dries up.
Wildfire cannot be eliminated,
Spring breeze blows again.
The Song of the Autumn Pool (Li Bai)
White hair is three thousand zhang in length,
The edge of sadness is like a long one.
I don't know where in the mirror,
where can I get autumn frost?
Gurang Moonwalk (Li Bai)
When I was a child, I didn't know the moon,
and called it a golden disk.
It is also suspected to be a mirror of Yao Tai,
flying on the end of the blue clouds.
Farewell in the mountains (Wang Wei)
When we left each other in the mountains,
When the sun went down, we covered the wood.
The grass grows greener every year,
Does the king's grandson return?
Sitting alone on Jingting Mountain (Li Bai)
The birds have all flown high,
and the lonely clouds are all alone.
It is only Jingting Mountain.
Horse Poem (Li He)
The desert sand is like snow,
The moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.
How can I get to the golden brain,
Fast walks in the fall.
One look at two or three miles (anonymous)
One look at two or three miles,
Smoking villages with four or five homes.
Six or seven trees in front of the door,
eight or nine or ten flowers.
Spring Night Joyful Rain (Du Fu)
Good rain knows the time of year,
when spring is happening.
With the wind, it dives into the night,
and moistens things silently.
Lyrics of the Lady of Yue (Li Bai)
The woman who picks lotus on the stream of Ye,
Seeing the guest, she sings on her back.
Laughing into the lotus flower,
Feigning shyness, she did not come out.
The night stay at the mountain temple (Li Bai)
The dangerous building is a hundred feet high,
and I can pick the stars with my hands.
Don't dare to speak aloud,
for fear of scaring the people in the sky.
On the Pond (Bai Juyi)
The little child in the boat
stole the white lotus.
I don't know how to hide the trail,
Floating weeds open together.
Jiande River
Meng Haoran
Moving the boat to the smoky islet,
Sunset is a new sorrow.
The sky is open and the trees are low,
the river is clear and the moon is near.
Love of each other (Wang Wei)
Red beans are born in the south country,
Spring comes to hair a few branches.
I wish you would pick them more often,
This thing is the most lovesick.
Following the snow, I stayed at Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing)
Sunset is far away from the pale mountains,
The sky is cold and the white house is poor.
The dog barks at the wood door,
and the man returns home at night in the wind and snow.
Searching for a hermit, but not meeting him (Jia Dao)
Asked the boy under the pine,
Said the master had gone to collect medicine.
Only in this mountain,
I don't know where the clouds are deep.
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.
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
Who says the grass has a heart,
Reward the three spring suns.
The Song of Tomorrow (Wenjia)
Ming day after tomorrow,
How many tomorrows there are.
I live to see tomorrow,
Everything is a waste of time.