Verses about Elegant and Tranquil

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Wang Wei "deer Chai": the empty mountains do not see people, but heard the sound of human speech.

Returning to the scene into the deep forest, and then shine on the moss.

The river is silent, and no one is there. Wang Wei's "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains" (山居秋瞑): After the new rain on the empty mountains, the weather comes late in the fall.

The moon shines between the pines, and the spring flows over the stones. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid in my life.

The spring fragrance rests at will, the king and grandchildren can stay. Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream": the osmanthus flowers fall in idleness, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.

The moonrise startles the mountain birds, and sometimes they sing in the spring stream. Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia": the slanting light shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alleys.

The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.

The farmer was in his hoe, and he said, "I'm glad to see you," and he said, "I'm glad to see you. The first time I saw him, I was so envious of him, and I was so disappointed that I could not see him again.

Wang Jian's "Walking in the Field": the man's voice is happy, the woman's face is happy, and the family does not complain about the parting of words. Although May is hot, the winds of wheat are clear, and the reeling carriages on the eaves are singing.

The silkworms do not take the cocoon, and the moths are born between the leaves. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.

I don't want to go back to the entrance, but I'm not going to sell my yellow calf to the city.

The seedling tax is too much to eat, and is imported into the official warehouse and turned into soil. The old farmer's family lived in the mountains for three or four acres, and the tax on the seedlings was too high for them to eat, and they were imported into the official warehouse and turned into soil.

The West River is a place where people have hundreds of dollars in beads, and the dogs in the boats are always eating meat. Nie Yizhong's "Hurting Tianjia": selling new silk in February and selling new grain in May.

The sores in front of me are healed, but the flesh in my heart is plucked out. I wish that the king's heart could be turned into a bright candle.

Not to illuminate the feast, but to illuminate the house of escape. Wei Yingwu's Guanyuan Tianjia: The rain is new, and the hibernation begins with a thunderbolt.

The family has been idle for a few days, and farming has begun since then.

The scene is always calm, drinking water from the west stream. The price of the food is not too high, but the food is good.

The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, and the second time I saw it was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.

The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.

Du Xunhe's "The Widow in the Mountain": Her husband died in the army, and her hair was burnt on her sideburns. The widow of Du Xunhe's "The Widow in the Mountain": Her husband died in the army and kept her in a small house, and she was burnt to a crisp.

They pick wild vegetables and cook them with roots, and chop raw firewood and burn it with leaves. The first is to make sure that you have a good understanding of the situation, and that you have a good idea of what you want to do.

Wang Wei's Tianjia in Weichuan: The slanting light shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alleys. The old man was thinking of the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.

The pheasant and the robin are in the wheat seedlings, the silkworms are sleeping in the mulberry leaves. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you.

I am envious of the idleness of the world, and I am disappointed to see the world in a state of decay. Wang Wei's "Garden in Spring": The spring turtles are singing in the house, and the apricot blossoms are white by the trees.

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. The old man is looking at the new calendar.

The wineglasses are not in the right place, and I am disappointed that I am traveling far away from my home. Meng Haoran's "Passing by the Old Man's Village": the old man had chicken and millet, and invited me to the field house.

The village is surrounded by green trees, and the green hills are slanting away from the countryside. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him, and he was so happy to see me.

When it comes to the sun, I will come back to the chrysanthemums. Du Fu's "The Year of the Yearning": the year cloud is more than the north wind, Xiaoxiang Dongting white snow.

The fisherman's net is freezing in the cold, and he has to shoot the geese to sound the bow. Last year, the rice was expensive, and this year, the rice is cheap, and it hurts the farmers.

The official in Gomada hates wine and meat, and the loom and shaft of this generation are empty. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the people in the world who have been in the world for a long time.

The first time I heard of this was when I was in the middle of a fight, and the second time I was in the middle of a fight, and the third time I was in the middle of a fight. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.

It is the easiest way to get the money, and the good and the bad do not match the good and the bad. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.

Wen Tingyun's "Burning Song": get up and look at the South Mountain, the mountain fire burns the mountain fields. The redness of the sunset is like extinction, and the short flame is connected again.

Differences to the rock, Ran Ling green wall.

The next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, the next day.

The neighbor can speak in Chu, leaning on the plug to weep.

The next-door neighbor is a man who can speak the language of Chu, leaning on the plugs and weeping.

The beanstalks are full of insects, and the flowers on the hedges are the houses. The first time I saw this was when I was a child, and the second time I saw it was when I was a child, and the third time I saw it was when I was a child.

In the New Year, the rain is clearing, and the gods are playing everywhere. The first thing you need to do is to get the money and knock on the door of the house.

The gods are in the mountains, and they come back to the mulberry and jujube fields. The first thing you need to do is to blow the fire to the white grass, and the sickle to reflect the red sugar cane.

The wind drove the mistletoe leaves to smoke, and the mistletoe trees connected to the flat mountains. The star is in the sky, and the embers are falling in front of the stairs.

The crow's maiden cursed the year of abundance, and she moaned and sneezed. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it.

Fan Chengda's "Miscellany in the Field at Four Times (I)": plums and apricots are fat, wheat flowers and vegetables are scarce. The day is long and no one has passed through the hedge, only dragonflies and nymphs fly.

Fan Chengda's "Miscellany in the Field and Garden at Four Times (II)": "Cultivating the fields by day and performing hemp at night, and the village's children are each in charge of their own families. The children and grandchildren are not yet ready for plowing and weaving, but they are learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.

(a) Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Wine" of five

The hut is in the people's realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses.

The first is a poem about a man who is not a man, but a man who is not a man, but a man.

The most important thing is that you have to be able to get to know the people.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east hedge, seeing the south mountain at ease.

The mountain air is so beautiful that the birds come back together.

There is a true meaning in this, which I want to recognize but have forgotten to say.

Analysis

My house is built on a busy road where people live, but I have never had to worry about the hustle and bustle of cars and horses. Ask me how I can be so extraordinary and free, the mind away from the world of nature quiet and far away. Under the east wall, I picked chrysanthemums and wandered around, and then I looked up and saw a wonderful view of the southern mountains. In the twilight, the colorful mist lingers and rises, and the birds fly back to the embrace of the distant mountains. The human mind or spirit, can be isolated self-purification, or, can be transcended from the reality outside. "The hut in the people's realm, without the noise of cars and horses. I ask you how can I do it? The heart is far away from the ground." These four lines of the poem is to say this truth. "To live in a hut is to live in the real world." "Horse and car noise" refers to the world of all kinds of annoying dust, but also the world for the rich and famous and the image of competition. The reason why he lives in the human world without being stained by dust and dirt is because he is able to realize the "heart". The "heart" is to abandon the idea of wealth and honor in the mind. A person lost the materialistic desire, cut off the dust thought, the spirit is far beyond the world. The poet picks chrysanthemums in the east hedge, relaxed and at ease, and when the mountain air is particularly good, the birds throw themselves into the dusk of the forest, all of nature seems to be harmony and integration of pure; at this time, the poet, transcendental meditative far away, the gods escape from the outside, his state of mind and the nature of the integration of the one. This is the universe of life's reason, the creation of nature's interest in the understanding; from Mount Lu around the evening of the natural environment, everything seems to be harmony and simplicity, full of vitality, which is the nature of the nature of the original color. Poet's relaxed feelings and the natural weather in front of them, are in the nature of the, therefore, the main, the guest two parties will also meditate on the wonderful together.

(2) Returning to the Garden - its third - planting beans under the South Mountain - Tao Yuanming

Planting beans under the South Mountain, grass and bean seedlings rare.

The morning is full of dirt, and the moon is full of hoes.

The road is narrow and the grass is long, and the evening dew stains my clothes.

It's not worth it to be stained, but it's a good idea to keep your mind on what you're doing.

I have a bean field on the south slope of the mountain, which is overgrown with weeds, but the bean seedlings are growing very sparsely. In the morning, I got up at dawn to hoe in the field, and in the evening, I carried my hoe home by the light of the moon to rest. Tall grasses covered the narrow field paths, and my clothes were wet with dew. It doesn't matter if my clothes are wet, as long as it doesn't defeat my purpose.

Analysis

This poem is a masterpiece of Tao Yuanming's labor life. Although it is about labor, its main purpose is not to write about the hardship of labor, but to express an aesthetic interest. Try to think: "the morning rising to take care of the filth, with the moon and hoe return", this is a wonderful picture of the hoe night return. Hard since the hard, the poet also said "Road narrow grass long, the evening dew stained my clothes", but, "clothes stained is not worth it, but to make wishing not to go against" ah! The last two lines can be regarded as the eye line of the poem, which reveals the poet's feelings.

(3) Jiangxue Liu Zongyuan

Birds fly away from thousands of mountains, and people's footprints are extinguished along ten thousand paths.

A lonely boat with a straw raincoat is fishing alone in the cold river snow.

This is a poem about snow. In the snow, you can't see a single bird in a thousand mountains; you can't see a single pedestrian in a thousand roads. Only a lone boat, sitting in a straw raincoat, wearing a hat fisherman, alone in the snow on the cold river fishing. Between the lines reveals the author's situation is harsh, the mood of loneliness.

The deeper meaning of "River Snow" is a kind of proud and independent, clean and noble personality ideals. The poet was involved in political reform, but after the failure of the reform, he was rejected and relegated to the position of Secretary of Yongzhou. The poet's political disillusionment and inner loneliness are reflected in the environment of the poem. The political environment at that time was as harsh as the thousands of miles of ice and snow in the poem. But the poet did not give in to the pressure and remained true to himself, insisting on his independent personality. The fisherman in the cold river is lonely and isolated, but also cold and proud of the snow, determined to fishing.

The picture of fishing alone in the cold river and the deep meaning of the poem make the whole scene blending, full of poetic beauty.

(4) Autumn Night in the Mountain Dwelling

The weather is late in the autumn after a fresh rain on the empty mountains.

The moon shines between the pines, and the spring flows over the stones.

The bamboo is noisy, and the fishing boats are moving.

The spring is a time to be free, and the king's grandson can stay.

The sky is dark, but there is the moon in the sky; the flowers have been thankful, but there are pines like a cover. Mountain cleansing, murmuring flow on the rocks, like a white flawless trainer, glittering in the moonlight, how clear and clean natural beauty ah! Bamboo forest came a burst of song and laughter, that is some innocent girls washed their clothes and returned with a smile; Pavilion of lotus leaves have to both sides of the Phi points, overturned countless pearl-like crystal water droplets, that is downstream fishing boat broke the lotus pond moonlight tranquility. Under the pine and moon, in the bamboo and green lotus, living in such a group of carefree, hard-working and kind-hearted people. He felt that the "mountains" than the "dynasty" is good, clean and simple, can be away from the officialdom and clean, so he decided to go into seclusion.

It is the beauty of nature that expresses the beauty of the poet's personality and the beauty of an ideal society. On the surface, this poem only uses the method of "fugue" to model the mountains and water, and makes a detailed and touching portrayal of the scenery, but in fact, the whole poem is a picaresque. The poet expresses his feelings through the depiction of the landscape, which is rich in meaning and intriguing.

This famous landscape poem, in the poetic mood of the poet's feelings of purity and the pursuit of an ideal world.

1. Life is a journey.

The value of life lies in the ability to think and awaken, life that is a pious life experience, wind and rain, the vicissitudes of life, introspection is not ostentatious, simplicity does not retreat, a strong serenity, a fearless calm, always believe in the beauty of life. 2, the thing is not all winning, things are not all beautiful, people are not all full bloom, connotation in order to treat people, serenity in order to deal with the world.

3, has long given up that serenity, away from our sincere words, in order to be able to love each other until the injury. 4, a person as long as they know what they really want, find the most suitable for their own life, all the outside world's temptations and bustle for him did become irrelevant. 5, a person who knows what they really want, find the most suitable for their own life, all the outside world's temptations and lively for him did become a thing.

Your body as far as possible to run around the world, your mood as much as possible in the dust ups and downs, the key lies in your spirit must have a peaceful core. With this core you can become the master of your running body and ups and downs of the mood.

5, a person's time, melancholy a little charming, quiet a little cool; just like the rain outside the window, moisturizing the season's prosperity, embracing the fragrance of the fading flowers. 6, the heart and the heart is not only through the harmony of the combination together, through the wound instead of a deeper intermingling.

Pain and pain, fragility and vulnerability, so that each other's hearts are connected. In every serenity, there is always a hidden cry of grief; behind every forgiveness, there is always blood spilled on the earth; and in every acceptance, there is always a painful loss.

7, the true meaning of life is in the chaos and noise, live a quiet peace, so that the fate of the operation in the calm, rather than catching up. 8, the most fascinating years of serenity.

Many people live a life always very tired. There is one person who will never turn his back on you at any time, and that person is yourself.

Who is not hypocritical, who is not fickle, who is not who. And why should some people, some things look so important.

9, shallow time, a few warmth, embracing a quiet peace, keep a quiet heart, not dyeing the sadness. 10, this life, we will always meet someone, stunning youth time; will always be accompanied by a person, gentle with the vicissitudes of life.

The heart of the slightest movement, the love is also far away, want to come back from the heavy, long ago, things are different; when the heart tends to level, the love root is gradually born, the waves are not alarmed, has been the water and milk melting. The first time into the ignorance do not understand the style of cold and warm, wash all the lead to know the sky high clouds.

I would like to take you by the hand, listen to the morning bells and drums, watch the sun set and the moon rise, enjoy the time quietly, don't fancy years.

Beautiful sentences describing the moon ★ The tired moon hid in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars like a sentry.

★ The moon hung diagonally in the sky, smiling, and the stars crowded the Milky Way, winking. ★ A full moon rose, like a bright light, high in the canopy.

★ The moon opened its eyes wide and looked amiably at the villages and fields, extremely like a polished copper disk. ★ The full moon rose gradually, and her face, like a silver disk, beamed with a soft smile.

★ The full moon, as bright and clear as it is, has been lifted up into the sky by the blue mountains in the distance. ★ The moon, round, like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic reverie.

★ The night, quiet, jade disk-like full moon in the clouds through the pale moonlight sprinkled on the earth. ★ A full apricot-yellow moon, quietly climbing out from the mountain mouth, put its reflection into the lake.

★ The full moon is like a yellowish lantern, picked up in the sky from the eastern sky. ★ At night, the full moon rises and a serenity pours over the earth with the silver misty moonlight.

★ The moon rose gradually, she was dressed in a white veil, serene and tranquil, gentle and generous. Her face, like a silver disk, through the willows, left a gentle smile.

★ The moon is like a new bride, just coming up from the eastern sky, and then shyly hiding in the leaves of the trees. ★ The moon is like a weather-beaten old man, combing the white flowers of the moonlight unhurriedly.

★ The moon is like a shy girl, a moment to hide in the clouds, and a moment to lift the veil, revealing the delicate face, the whole world is dipped into the moonlight into a dreamy silver gray. ★ The moon is so bright that it shines a snowy green on the earth, and the trees, houses and streets are like a layer of mercury.

★ Outside the door, at the top of the forest in the west, the hanging epicyclic moon had turned into a slice of golden watermelon, no longer a curved eyebrow. ★ Early in the morning, the waning moon looks like a pebble that has lost its luster, thrown in the sky.

★ A crescent moon seemed like a white pear blossom, serenely open in the light blue sky. ★ The night sky was full of stars, and the moon looked like a fishing boat, as if it were sailing in a wide, silver-colored river.

★ The moon hung curved in the sky like a bow. ★ A hooked crescent moon rose from a distant forest, so white it looked like freshly refined silver.

★ A crescent moon stretched out like a silver-beaten scythe from the dark peaks of the mountains. ★ A crescent moon rose up like a jade-crafted banana embedded in the canopy, rippling with turquoise splendor.

★ A crescent moon is like a small boat with a pointed bow, paddling in the quiet lake late at night, sending me a piece of love. ★ A crescent moon hanging high in the ink-blue sky, clear as water, the light shines on the earth.

★ The crescent moon is like a golden boat moored among the sparse branches. ♂ other beautiful sentence that fire like burning passion, that raging like shaking everything passion, that waterfall like flying down the passion, that firecracker like crackling passion, my youth how can not have them! In fact, everything has a passion, and because of the passion and more beautiful, more elegant.

Flowers are the passion of plants, thunder and lightning is the passion of the clouds, waves are the passion of the river, the wind is the passion of the air, haze is the passion of the morning, the galloping horse is the passion of the grassland ...... is the passion that makes our heart beat out the rhythm of the drums as exhilarating; it is the passion that makes our blood run out of the sea tide as surging momentum; Passion, let our courage like a volcano erupted violently; is passion, let our strength like a hammer heavy release; is passion, let us lightly flap our wings, fly to the lofty ideals; is passion, let us agilely open stride rushed to the distant goal; is passion, let our fists high up some oath; is passion, let our teeth clenched some beliefs. In a word, it is the passion that brings our life into the fullest incandescent state.

If there is no passion in life, it is like a story without a climax, like a peacock without an open screen, like a bowstring without being pulled into a full moon, like water is always lukewarm without boiling, like a soccer game without a shot on goal, like climbing a mountain without reaching the top. Let us face the cliffs, have the passion to climb; face the sea has the passion to surf; face the stars, have the passion to look up; face the land, have the passion to plow; face the runway, have the passion to sprint; face the books, have the passion to study hard, face the problem, have the passion to open the question mark; face the field, have the passion to beat the opponent; face the defeat, have the passion to fall down and get up again after the loss.

Life gives us a huge and infinitely noble gift, which is youth: full of power, full of expectations, volunteers, full of ambition to know and struggle. Ruiwu Festival is here, to send you a sweet dumplings: fragrant blessings for the leaves, generous tolerance for the rice, to the tender exhortations to do the filling, and then twisted with the silk thread of friendship, I wish you to taste the beauty of life and the love of this May 5th.

In fact, life is also like the four seasons; innocent childhood is the spring of life, the youth is the summer of life, calm and steady middle age is the fall of life, hobbling rickety old age is the winter of life. The dead, youth is no longer, the body of the old Hua is the law of nature, as long as people keep the spring of the soul, life will always be young.

People have physical youth, that is measured by age and flesh; there is also psychological youth, that is measured by thought and mind. Some people, just young, but no ambition and twilight, when young, has been aging; some people have been old, but the heart and vigor, old but always young.

Physiological youth such as beautiful flowers, but it can not open forever; psychological youth such as pines and cypresses, can be proud of the frost of time. Always long for maturity, but also to hold the days that come and go, always want to harvest success, pay the effort but also with the failure to meet; always want to have their own clear sky, but can not go out of the rainy season of sadness; always want to have more points of charm, but can not change the helplessness of the lonely.

Until the age of youth is no longer youthful, only know cherish.

Good words:

Vibrant life, fertile soil, cook smoke curling up, by the mountain and by the water

Sheep intestines, cattle, horses, wheat waves, rolling around the mountains, surrounded by water

Life is quiet, by the mountains, surrounded by water, mountains, green water, green mountains, surrounded by water

Trees are thick and wild, weeds, flowers, flowers, etc.

Good words:

The first is to say, "I'd like to see you in the future, if we can't get rid of all the flowers, I would like to see some of the flowers in the world. Sentences:

1. A small river is like a blue ribbon wrapped around the endless green fields, and in the distance there is a hut in a simple and colorful shape, a beautiful and touching idyllic scene!

2. The rising smoke over the village, as if a girl wearing a white veil in the dance, in the light of the setting sun graceful.

3. The short houses are also a kind of artwork, classical and elegant, like a richly painted color painting.

4. There is also a thin river in the green grassy meadow, bared in the sunlight, looking like a glowing silver necklace from afar.

5. After the rain, the grassland, wildflowers competing, like a piece of freshly dipped flower headscarf, even the dewdrops are colorful!

6. Looking far away, the grass is a mass of white clouds wriggling, it is the pasture of the sheep, a white, fat and lovely, so that the grassland is more raw birds chirping vibrant.

Good paragraph:

1. gentle slopes inlaid with a piece of pink buckwheat fields, the roadside is paved with turquoise barley, logs built fences along the curved dirt road, has been leading to the distant primeval forest, Tibetan-style foot-hanging buildings scattered scattered along the roadside, boiled milk tea in the light blue smoke, cows, flocks of sheep now and then... ...The whole atmosphere presents a kind of medieval vernacular meaning.

2. Ran up like silver smoke, that more ancient silent never-ending stream, that pack the sunset slowly walking alone old cattle, a square rice paddy like a checkerboard grid, green fluffy seedlings, weaving a carpet, far away from the sky; clumps of green trees reflecting the green brick and red tile houses. In the spring, the hometown of the pine forest is still lush, but the red has opened all over the hills.

3. Summer grassland, the morning air is particularly fresh, I pestered my father to walk on the grassland. The fragrance of the grass is red and colorful. The sun is rising from the horizon, gilding the vast grassland with a layer of gold. The dewdrops on the grass leaves, like pearls set on the emerald, glittered with colorful light. I saw many pink, white, yellow or blue unknown flowers sandwiched in the grass, the grassland dressed up very beautiful. The sunrise flowers of the river are more red than fire, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring.

--Bai Juyi, "Remembering the South of the River"

The flowers of Huang Sieniang's house are full of flowers, and thousands of them are low on the branches. The butterflies are always dancing, and the warblers are always crying.

--Du Fu "Walking Alone Along the River in Search of Flowers"

The jasper is made into a tree, and ten thousand threads of green silk are hanging down.

- He Zhizhang "Wing Willow"

The river and mountains are beautiful in the late sun, and the flowers and grasses are fragrant in the spring breeze. The mud is melting and the swallows are flying, and the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks are sleeping.

--Du Fu's "The Last Canto"

Yi Weicheng is drizzling with rain, and the willows are fresh and green in the guest house.

- Wang Wei, "Sending Yuan Er to An Xi"

Two yellow orioles are singing in the green willow, and a line of egrets is going up to the blue sky.

--Du Fu's "Absolute Verse"

The peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two in number, and the ducks are the first to know the warmth of the water in the spring river.

--Su Shi, "Huichong's Evening Scene on Spring River"

The white heron flies in front of Xisai Mountain, and the fish of the Peach Blossom River Siniperca chuatsi are fat.

- Zhang Zhihe, "The Fishing Songs"

The garden is full of spring colors, and a branch of red apricots is coming out of the wall.

- Ye Shao-weng, "The Garden is Not Worth It."

"The day of the victory of the fragrance of the Surabaya waterfront, the boundless light of a new moment.

- Zhu Xi, "Spring Day"

A thousand miles of warblers cry in green and red, and the wine flag winds in the water villages and mountains. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me.

Du Mu, "Spring in the South of the River"

The spring breeze came suddenly, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed. Wang Wei "Wei Cheng Qu"

The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea, the bright moon on the sea *** tidal wave. Zhang Ruoxu "Moonlit Night of Spring River"