1. Poems containing frost and maple
1. The frost and maple in Qingnu are heavy, and the water in Huangniu Gorge is noisy.
2. The thin tube chants the morning light, and the fragrant mash falls on the night maple. 3. The emperor and his son are separated from each other by the Dongting, and Xiaoxiang is filled with green maples.
4. Chu Chen hurt Jiang Feng, but he thanked the guest and picked up the moon. 5. The moon is hidden by the green osmanthus, and the green maple sings the sad ape.
6. Boiled tea with maple trees and ancestral stele on the mud wall. 7. Lingering back to the shore of maple leaves, lingering on the banks of magnolias.
8. Guishui is full of maples and fir trees, while Jingnan is full of misty rain. 9. The crane that leaves the group and frightens the sea belongs to Jiang Feng who is thinking and resenting him.
10. The maple leaves are high beside the city of Yue, and the Chu people wrote about Li Sao in their books. 11. Snowflakes turn over cranes in the sea, and wave shadows turn over maples in the river.
12. The ethereal clouds and rocks are steep, and the maples are hidden on the cliffs. 13. The reed flowers stay late, and the maple trees sit deep.
14. The maple forest, orange trees, and blue and green trees are combined, and the complex roads and heavy buildings are beautifully hung. 15. In the water town, there are white houses in the haze, and the maple banks are covered with green cens.
16. The peach blossoms on the spring bank and the maple forest on the clouds. 17. Hang up the sails in the Ming Dynasty, and the maple leaves will fall one after another.
18. The green maple rises in the melancholy autumn air, and the ancient dragon chants in the cool night waves. 19. The yellow sand breaks through the frost and the frost is gone, and Kyushu wins the decisive battle with the blood-stained maple.
20. When you enter Chu, don’t you forget to see the weeping bamboo, and when you are in the boat, you should love the river maple. 21. The public river reflects Hunan bamboo, and the water station carries green maple.
22. With the title of Feng Biwo, I will go to Gui Yuanhong. 23. I admire the sweetgum forest alone, its beautiful color in spring.
24. The cliffs sink and the valleys are covered in white, the river rocks are cracked and the green maples are destroyed. 25. Looking back at Jinkou, there are many maple trees.
26. The green walls are filled with wind, the solitary clouds are thin, and the red maples and thousands of trees are thick in the background. 27. The rain is rushing, the maples are green, the clouds are deep and the water is far away.
28. The dark valley is not Guan Yu, and the red maple is not frost. 29. When the boat is moored in the autumn night, the spring grass passes by, and the green maple is placed on my pillow to remove the jade.
30. The maples are falling and the chrysanthemums are yellow by the river, and the young man climbs up to look at the countryside. 31. Looking north is worth looking back at, and traveling south is worth looking at red maples.
32. Report autumn diligently, but with red maples. 33. Wu Gorge is far away from the old Chu Palace, and it is still dark with clouds and rain.
34. The white head produces distant waves, and the high maple leaves under the red leaves. 35. The autumn sails are far away on the Qingfeng River, and the ancient trees are sparse beside Baidi City.
36. The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the Qingfeng Pu is full of sorrow. 37. My mother-in-law gave me a green maple root, but I don’t remember how many times the green maple has fallen.
38. The bottomless green river of Qinghuai River is deep, and I stay in Jinting maple forest. 39. The place where bottles and wine meet, when Jiang Feng is exhausted.
40. The setting sun shines on Tingzhou, and the maple leaves fall in the cold waves. 41. The maple forest has become sad, and the Chu River is sad again.
42. Like frightened monsters, they are all scurrying through the maple forest. 43. The maple and berries are in the wine vat, and the crane and lice fall on the piano bed.
44. The road to Qingfeng Township is far away, and the journey back home takes only a few days. 45. Kuang Naijiang is in the evening, and Jun Qiu is writing poems.
46. The finless porpoise surges in the high waves, and the maple tree shakes away its soul. 47. Standing on the river at dusk, cicadas chirp and maple trees turn yellow.
48. The watermen travel secretly to burn wildfires, and the maple people roar spring thunder at night. 49. When the sky is yellow, the mother of hurricanes is born, and when the rain is black, the maple trees grow.
50. Where can the sound of apes be heard? The autumn leaves are all over the mountains. 51. I have been under the Chushui maple forest for ten years, and I heard the Changle Bell for the first time tonight.
52. The moon sets and the crows fill the sky with joy, Jiang Feng fishes with fire and faces Chou Mian! 53. The jade dew withered the maple forest, and the Wushan Gorge was desolate. 54. The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.
55. The partridges and the apes call to rest, and the deep valleys are covered with green maples. 56. Last year, the sails were sailing on the clear water of Xiang, and the frosty maples accompanied me thousands of miles away.
57. There are drums in the Maple Forest Society and chickens in the thatched house at noon. 58. In the past, my neighbor called Qu Ting, and partridges sang in the orange trees in the maple forest.
59. If you ask the poet where he is, the door is facing the cold water and the maple falls on the river. 60. I miss you so much that I can’t sleep alone. The moon shines on the green maple tree in the cold night.
61. Thousands of mountains are covered with snow and cold green, and I dream of the maple trees surrounding the royal bed. 62. The frost has fallen on the river and it is cold, but the maple leaves are still green.
63. In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another. 64. The snow, mud, dew, gold and ice dripped from the tiles, and the maple trees caught fire and the monk stayed seated.
65. The maple forest lingers in Chusai, and the water post reaches Huancheng. 66. The red maple leaves cover the shop, and the slopes are covered with white miscanthus.
67. Maple trees hide huts, and orange groves hide fishing boats. 68. The sails reflect Danyang Guo, and the maple leaves reflect Chi'an Village.
69. The moon in the maple forest is slanting over Chu Chen's residence, and it is even more suspicious that the sun is at dusk in Sichuan Palace. 70. The late flowers of liquidambar are quiet, and the southern mountains in Jinshui are shadowed.
71. The red leaves fall on Xiangchuan River, and the bright maples reflect the water and sky. 72. The moon is shining brightly on the maple bank, and the ape crows in my dream.
73. Renjie’s obscene temple has no desires, and there are two or three withered maples and old oak trees. 74. The falling snow spreads all over Nagisa, and the maple leaves turn into frost and roll over the flat fields.
75. Frequent monsters come and chant the sword head, and the maple leaf branches are full of autumn. 76. The dense maple forest protects this Shimen Weir.
77. The sweet-scented osmanthus mountain temple is cold, and the maple trees and water towers are dark. 78. The maple leaves in the wild pavilion are dark, but the lotus flowers are bright in the autumn water.
79. When returning, we also take the lakeside road and get on the boat in the evening maple forest. 80. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February. 2. Poems about Luhuadang
The white-headed jia canopy of green gauze tent
The ink marks of northern wild geese on the horizon
Thousands of layers of wind dancing on the bottom of the waves
The setting sun leaves thousands of people in autumn
Autumn sorrow is infinite and the wild geese leave people
Winter is approaching and sometimes snow falls in the morning
Spring wakes up with hundreds of flowers and willow catkins
The clouds are lying on the thousand mountains in the shade of summer
The butterflies in the sparse forest are tired and lingering in the silk threads,
The old dreams of calligraphy and ink are broken.
Poems and paintings of Yangguan Yunling catkins,
Willows like smoke in the green moss water
Things in Jiangcun
Sikong Shu
Returning from fishing without tying up the boat, the moon sets in Jiangcun and it is time to sleep.
Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of the reed flowers.
Sentence by Zhou Shicheng of the Song Dynasty Yellow reed flowers are rogue in the white moon, tallow leaves are red in autumn and pitiful.
Sentence by Zhang Yizhai, Song Dynasty: Forgetting to stay in the reed field, when I got up, I mistakenly chanted in the snow.
Sentence by Yang Huizhi of the Song Dynasty The maple leaves are dyed with fresh frost, and the wax reed flowers are shining brightly on the bright moon.
Sentence Song Dynasty
Sentence by Zhao Nexuan, Song Dynasty. Outside the door, the wind and bamboos settled for a moment, and the sound of oars swayed out the reed flowers.
A pair of white birds go outside the curtain, and the reeds and flowers are calm, fishing in the boat is leisurely.
West □ Song Dynasty Guo Xiangzheng There are monks and temples far and near, and there are eight or nine in West □.
If you catch fish but there is no place to sell it, you can sell wine to reed catkins.
Six words on Zheshan Road written by Taoist Yongcui, Song Dynasty Zhu Shu Yun Nuan Gang is in danger, and the sun is sinking and the boat is moored on the flat sand.
He went back with a sigh, and the smoke from the kitchen smoked the reed flowers in the distance.
The Fisherman by Zhu Jifang of the Song Dynasty Where is the fisherman’s home? He is accustomed to staying among the reed flowers and never returns.
Last night it was snowing in Jiangcun, and a hundred dollars bought a coir raincoat.
Send for Review, Song Dynasty, Zhao Fan. The red maples and reeds are white, and the boat is moored at night.
Dreaming about old friends in my life, the drizzle means lovesickness.
Poem of Eight Scenes of Xiaoxiang·Goose Falling on the Pingsha, Song Dynasty Zhang Jing called his lover to go down to the cold pavilion to stay in the calyx of the reed.
When a fisherman passes by in the middle of the night, he gets up and flies down again.
Ten poems titled "Dunze Painting Scroll" by Wang Bai of the Song Dynasty. The river village is surrounded by dense trees, and the eyes are far away when Zhenghong is sent off.
If the dusk sky is not completely clear, who will continue the wind of reed flowers?
Photo of dead trees and fishing villages on the east slope collected by Liu Boxiang, titled Guangfu. Sun Yingshi, Song Dynasty. The setting sun geese shadow the river sky, and the bright moon reeds sleep drunkenly.
I beg you for a leaf of smoke to accompany you on the edge of Xisai Mountain.
Smell the wild geese by the water Song Boren Song Boren There are wild geese among the new reed flowers, and the water reaches the sky on all sides.
Purity is not the world, and my poems are incomplete.
Four Poems on Hezhimei Hezhou, Song Dynasty, Sima Guang In the quiet Hezhou night, the reeds surround the ruins.
The lonely guest has not slept for a long time, and the light from the window is cold.
One hundred and twenty-three verses by Shi Zuqin of the Song Dynasty The autumn air is desolate and the autumn light is dull.
The egrets fly down into the distant sky, and the bright moon looks like reed flowers.
Qianganjia, Hongzikui, Song Dynasty. Fang Yujiang is flowing red, indicating frost and purple reed flowers.
The distant sail comes quietly, and the gulls pat the clear sky.
Wen Di, Song Dynasty, Dong Sigao The sea water all over the world is still shallow, but the sorrow of the isolated city is deeper.
Who is playing the flute on the boat and blowing it into the reed tree forest?
Ten Wild Walks by Chen Pu, Song Dynasty. There are several remaining willows in the flowing water, and reed flowers on the two rocks in the west wind.
A guest in the weeds worries about the long journey, and the cows bring home the crows at sunset.
Several fishing boats on the river were embarrassed by the soldiers. Yuan Hongdao, Ming Dynasty. The fishing rods are frosted at dawn, and the clothes are thin and the reeds are scattered.
Even if Yimu was not an official, he was also sent by the official.
Fisherman, Nalan Xingde, Qing Dynasty. When the harvest pole falls, it shines red, and the autumn wind becomes a hibiscus.
The person is light and the water is misty, blowing into the reed piccolo. 3. Poems about azaleas
Poems about azaleas
Famous lines:
Song Dynasty Chen Yunping's "Looking to the South": "Parrots hate the border of Parrot State, and on the branches of azaleas The cuckoo sings.
1. "Farewell to Zizhou Li Shijun" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty:
Thousands of trees are towering, thousands of mountains are ringing with cuckoos, and there are hundreds of springs under the trees.
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The Han women lost the cloth, and the Ba people sued the taro fields. Wen Weng did not dare to rely on the sages.
2. "Seeing the Rhododendron in Xuancheng" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty:
I once heard the bird Zigui, and saw the azalea in Xuancheng. I remembered Sanba in the third month of spring.
How can the green mud coil around the rocky mountains? Climbing. But I saw mourning birds flying around the forest. I also heard Zigui singing at night, feeling sad about the empty mountain.
I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was exiled to the city of Xunyang. There is no music in Xunyang. I live near the Huanjiang River and the humidity is low. What do I hear when the cuckoo cries blood in the morning and evening? The ape moans. When the flowers on the spring river meet the autumn moon, they often drink wine alone.
5. "Old Man's Song of Picking Jade" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty:
Picking jade must be done with clear water. The old man is hungry and cold, and the dragon is worried.
In the rainy night, the head of the mountain eats wild rice, and the cuckoo's mouth bleeds. The water of the blue stream hates people. Streams.
The cypress trees on the slopes are roaring in the wind and rain, and green curls hang from the ropes at the foot of the spring. "Jin Se":
The fifty strings of the brocade string are unprovoked, each string and one column reflect the past. Zhuang Sheng is obsessed with butterflies in his dream, and looks forward to the emperor's spring heart holding the cuckoo.
The moon in the sea has tears. , The warm sun in Lantian creates smoke. This feeling can be recalled, but it was already lost at that time.
7. "Sleeping at Qipanling" by Shen Quanqi of the Tang Dynasty:
Traveling thousands of miles away alone. I am lying high in the west. The mountain moon is close to the window, and the Tianhe River is low in the house. p> 8. Tang Wen Tingyun's "Bixue Station Xiaosi":
The incense lamp accompanies the dream, the Chu country is at the end of the world, the moon is setting, and the apricot blossoms are all over the mountain. , Tang Cui Tu's "Spring Eve":
The water flows and the flowers fade, sending the east wind across Chucheng. The butterfly dreams of a home thousands of miles away, and the branches of the moon are changing on the third day.
Hometown. The book has been moving for many years, but the beauty of spring is only reflected in the mirror. If you don't return, who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes?
10. "Listening to the Zheng" by Liu Zhongyong of the Tang Dynasty:
Listening to the Qin Zheng by pulling the strings and pushing the pillars, the endless sorrow and resentment of the Qin people is like knowing the state of the willows by the spring breeze, like knowing the mood of the flowers by following the singing of birds.
Whose family is worried about the shadow of the lamp alone at night? Where can I miss the bright moon in an empty building? More layers of separation and hatred, the crossroads in the south of the Yangtze River lead to Luoyang City.
11. "Huangling Temple" by Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty:
Beside the clouds in Beipu, Xiaoguzhou, two women are crying. The wild temple facing the river is quiet in spring, and the ancient tablets have no words and the grass is green.
The wind blows the fragrant flowers at dusk, and the moon sets on the mountains and the cuckoos cry deeply. It's like looking at a hunter with a frown, and nine doubts are like a pair of black daisies across the Xiangchuan River.
12. "Miscellaneous Poems" by Anonymous Tang Dynasty:
Near the cold rain, the grass is luxuriant, and the wheat seedlings are covered with wind and the willows reflect the embankment; I have yet to return home, and the cuckoos are no longer close to my ears. cry.
13. "Moon over the River" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty:
The universe is so great that even a dragon is not an object in the pond. The wind and rain have no place to worry about, and the cold insects are all around. I write poems on the horizontal branches and compose poems on the towers. Everything is covered with snow in the sky. If the river flows like this, there will always be heroes. It's funny to see a leaf drifting away. When we return to the Huaihe River, there is a new cool breeze. All the beauty in the mirror has changed, but only the loyalty remains. Going to Longsha, looking back at the mountains and rivers, a line of green is as green as hair. Dear friends, I should remember, the moon is waning on the cuckoo branches.
14. "Jinling Station" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty:
From now on, I will leave Jiangnan Road and return home as a cuckoo with blood.
15. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty "Going out of the city to visit Wudang Yinsu Zhaiguan":
Looking for the king outside the pass, trusting the horse's hoof, turning it into a poem by Ren Tianni. The branches of flowers complement each other in spring, and the color of mountains invades my clothes and fascinates me in the evening.
Today I am laughing and talking, but it is difficult to consolidate after years of work and rest. My life is in disarray and my heart is lazy. Thank you for your hard work, Du Yu.
16. "Fifteenth Anniversary" by King Anshi of the Song Dynasty:
He left his mother in the ditch of Han and left Bai Han at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.
17. "Building Embankments" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty:
Six bridges cross Tianhan, and Beishan begins to connect with Nanping. Suddenly, a quarter of a million feet away, Laofeng swept across the misty sky.
In the past, the Pearl Tower was covered with emerald green, and the female wall was still covered with green grass. There are willows beside the Sixth Bridge in the East Wind. There are no orioles but cuckoos.
18. Song Chao Buzhi's "Linjiang Immortal·Xinzhou Works":
The exiled eunuch had no house to buy in Jiangcheng, and the remaining monks and wild temples depended on each other. Between the medicine mortars among the pines and the clothes among the bamboos, the water flows everywhere, and the clouds rise and sit and watch the time. What happened to a ghostly bird (cuckoo), who is crying in his ears when he is drunk? The sound of the west courtyard becomes more and more sad as the moon sets. The green mountains are infinitely good, but there is no way to return home.
19. "Midnight Song" by He Zhu of the Song Dynasty:
At the third watch of the moon, the pear blossoms and snow are shining in the courtyard. The pear blossoms and snow are so miserable that the cuckoo cries blood. How could the king and his grandson be silent? They could only say goodbye on the soft mulberry road. Swallowing farewell, water flowing from the head, sobbing for others.
20. Song Wanglan's "Niannujiao·Sheltered over the river, written in the new pavilion":
Looking from a high distance, I can see my hometown only deep in the white clouds. I have been thinking about returning home for a long time, but I have failed to live up to the diligent Du Yu. The homeland is sad, the new pavilion has tears in its eyes, and the rain is pouring. The Yangtze River is thousands of miles away, and it is difficult to let this hatred flow away. I think of the river mouth as still there, the birds are singing and the flowers are fading. Who is in charge today? When the swallows return, where are the carved beams and what are they whispering about? The most bitter golden sand, a hundred thousand households have been wiped out, and become a drifting river of blood. Hengkong's sword energy will kill the remaining prisoners. 4. Ancient poems about Qiu Feng
"Sleeping in the Autumn Rain" by Tang Bai Juyi
On a cool autumn night, an old man was at ease. After the lights were turned off, I fell asleep to the sound of beautiful rain.
The ashes warm the fire in the bottle, and the incense warms the quilt. The dawn is clear and the cold has not yet risen, and the frost leaves are all red.
"Qingjiang Yin" Yang Chaoying, Yuan Dynasty
In deep autumn, the best are maple leaves, stained with orangutan blood.
The wind brews autumn in Chutian, and the frost soaks the moon in Wujiang. There will be more sunsets tomorrow!
"Listen to the Flute Song and Say Farewell to Zheng Xielu" by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
I was banished to Changsha for my old traveler's pity, and I was sent off to Shatou with wine to see off the relocated guests. Looking at the moon at the end of the world, I am wearing my own clothes. Who is playing the flute again on the river?
The horizontal flute can make a solitary guest sad, and the Lubo wave is as light as no flow. The sound of business is few and bright, the sound of feathers is bitter, the river and sky are silent, and the autumn leaves of the river are passing by.
"An Odyssey on a Boat on the Rainbow Bridge on an Autumn Evening" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
When I first left the small market gate after untying the cable, I released my pole to break through the clouds in a stream. The fireflies gather and disperse to form a formation, and the water birds fly and sing like a flock.
The maples fall on the river and the autumn grows old. The river pours and the night will divide. Scholars always have ambitions of fame and fame, but they sing songs while drunk to enjoy themselves.
5. Poems about Dunhuang
"Song of the Back Court of the Dunhuang Prefect" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cen Shen The Dunhuang Prefect is talented and virtuous, and there is nothing wrong in the county to sleep peacefully.
When the prefect came, springs came out of the mountains, and people in the yellow sand moraine farmed. The old Dunhuang man has bright hair and is willing to stay as the prefect for another five years.
The moon rises above the city and the sky is filled with stars. There is wine and a banquet in the Qufang. The beauty wears fresh red makeup and a high bun on the side with gold diamonds.
Sitting drunk in front of a red candle with a hidden hook, I don’t know where the hook is. I hold a coral whip in my hand and shoot half a piece of gold money, but the pleasure has gone astray.
"General Xuanwei and Miao returned to his former residence after being demoted." Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Xu Xuan Jiang Shan looked south to Xifang, and the pavilion was still locked on the courtyard wall. The emperor has never tasted the thin willow tree, and the general has already garrisoned Dunhuang.
The mountains with strange leaning rocks are colorless, and the round lotus water is not fragrant. In order to make all Confucian scholars lonely, he became a middle-aged man in front of the door.
"Hongwu Guihai went to Ningbei on official business (two poems)" Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Zheng Juzhen Going north to the ancient fortress of the Great Wall, there are wild pines and sunset with few people. Across the river is Hexi, and beyond Dunhuang is Jiuquan.
"A Gift to Wu Yongqing in Xin'an at the End of the Year" Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Wang Weijian The north wind blows so many scenes, and the end of the year is poor, gloomy and lonely. Suddenly I heard that a visitor was coming to Dazhang, and there was a wild crane standing in the air, with a pure appearance.
flute. King Jiu Mu of Xia cast gold, which was far inferior to the vast swamps and deep mountains.
In Khotan, Yan Fat intercepted Kunwu, and Tao Wen was like a pair of dragons grabbing each other. Fenglong fanned the flames under Heaven, and the purple smoke flew away and turned the bones thin.
The brocade is finely spread out with ink flowers, and the two willows in the east of the river are connected to Dunhuang. There are fifteen characters in the internal history of Kuaiji. Collapse of cliffs and broken rocks presses down the secret pavilion.
I also came up with a Chinese chi hook and a sea turtle plate with green jade cut. Fang Dinggui's father hid in Yawen, and all the guests in the hall were shocked.
The treasures in the basket are rotting and dying. Who can cut a new helmet from Keting? Wow, this is really not easy. Mr. ***, please pour your money and chisel it down.
"A Picture of One Hundred Horses inscribed on the Young Supervisor" Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Master Mengguan The water in Dunhuang has dried up and the dragon's colt is lying down, and the autumn grass is green in front of Weiyang's stable. Donkeys and camels carry the stone jade gate, and there are thirty-six of them left in the old garden.
Recalling the past, there were hundreds of imperial horses, and there were no supervisors in the chariot house. Only the servant is left in charge of the sky, and the slaves in the fields are not allowed to eat the people's valleys.
In ancient times, it was important to be thrifty and extravagant. Ren Jian's hand painted a hundred flowers and horses, and the five colors were like clouds scattered across the land.
In August, the wind is high and the water is sweet. Drinking and drinking are soothing and leisurely running around. Don't argue again if you are too yellow. The water leaves, wind and flowers are confusing to people's eyes.
Ren Gongsheng was in troubled times, and his thoughts drove him to success. There is no danger in the four seas, and hundreds of generals are idle. There is no figure at the foot of Mount Hua.
I heard that the good minister was in Dongmenjing, sitting and reading a group of dragons with eyes like candles. The silk family's eloquence and the family's mane are beautiful, and the bright and beautiful face is in the empty valley.
Strive for peace and quiet in the following vehicles, even though your bones are good and you have good hair and flesh. The smoke of apricot blossoms is outside the willow shade, and there is no stumbling block to fill the belly.
Alas, this painting has become rare in the world, and only a lot of money has been spent. The old and handsome man is full of energy, caressing the scroll and singing the tune of Tianma.
"Given Hu Jingshi Lingwu, the man who saw off the travelers in the border city with snow" Era: Author: Wang Xian Wanli along the Dunhuang Road, the snow has not cleared in three springs. Sending you off on horseback is like walking on a flowerbed.
The journey is lost in the sand, and the moon shines brightly when approaching the pass. There are flying geese in my hometown, sending each other off as if it were love.
"Twenty-six Rhymes for the First Time in the Seventies" Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Wang Zhideng Recalling the Penglai Hall, Zeng Yanshishi wrote. The minister of history accompanied him in and out, and the prime minister used it to brag.
I returned home early, and Chang'an is uninhabitable. It is a garden with winding alleys and willows planted to clear the canals.
The sound of the piano is close to the west county, and the shadows of the trees are sparse in the south. Birds can be tamed in the courtyard, and fish can be released in the pond.
He hugged his knees and chanted "Liang Fu", but unintentionally composed "Zixu". I am Jing Wuxi, and I am awakening the scholar Chu Sanlu.
White birds forget each other for a long time, but blue flies are willing to abandon each other.
A humble heart is like a piggy bank, and a proud person is like a weed.
In the Han Dynasty, peaches were stolen, and Binfeng peeled off jujubes in the early days. There are several tables in the autumn mountains, and the garden and house are filled with wine in spring.
A great deal of hard work will bring you longevity, and new poems will come from you. I feel ashamed that I have the same stocking thread, so how can I repay the favor?
Junyi Qianyan rides, Dunhuang bells and drums chariot. The eminent monk brushes his scarf, and the famous prostitute wears her clothes.
The red maple will change, and the yellow chrysanthemum will gradually relax. How to use a broom instead of a hoe?
The flowers fall from the pile, and the clouds are not swept away. Every time I drink in the pond, I frequently pick vegetables in the rain.
Wang Meng was poor and had lice, and Gongsun Lao was tending pigs. The falling frost brings out the prison energy, and the sun blocks out the rest of the angry punishment.
Whoever raises the threshold in the palace will stand in front of the screen. The journey to the end of the day is long and sweaty, not only the dream of Huaxu.
The sage has no plan, so he seeks immortality. Crossing the flowing water with peach blossoms, I would like to fish in Wuling.
"Dunhuang Song" Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Zeng Qi The handsome man from Tubo, with a face as red as ocher, walked into the Yellow River to let go horses. The seven passes are desolate and few people are walking, and the battlefield of bones is crisscrossed.
The warriors of Dunhuang hugged their weapons and wept, and the sound of beards and bamboo sticks became more and more serious on all sides. The beacon smoke cut off the birds, and the siege has not been relieved for eleven years.
The message to Chang'an never arrived, and the borrowed troops never returned to Hehe. The melancholy clouds extend over the desert, and the north wind sweeps the ground and blows the snow.
The general is still in control at dusk, and the strong man still wears his iron clothes at night. In the city, a piece of silk is exchanged for a buckwheat, and a decisive battle between Ninggan and Fengdi takes place.
One day, barbarians suddenly came to the city, and the sound of Qiang flute was heard in the city. At that time, Zuo Jin followed the Hu customs and still has Tang clothes hidden in his possession.
I remember the Central Plains every year when I eat cold food, and I still wear my clothes and look at my hometown and cry. The old man is still alive and his clothes are in his suitcase. When will the officers and soldiers show off their victory? "Yan Zui Yin" Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Zhu Yuefan There is heavy shade in the west of Shanglin Garden, and the Han family's horse breasts are full of autumn.
The ministers did not pay homage to the golden plate because it was Wenyuan who was sick and thirsty. It is said that more than 100% of Huainan oranges are called tangerine trees, and Yanzuzi are also grown in Huainan.
One day, he occasionally suffered from Qihou malaria, and he only managed to conquer Zhao Jianle in seven days. Get up and burn the most beautiful flowers in the pond, and pile the lotus root on the plate and chew it lazily.
Who picked the side of this penis? The entrance of the ice pill is colored. There is no need to ask for Xuanzhu and Xiangxiang, and you can get it by searching the doubtful relics and Bodhisattvas.
Huainan Longyou is limited to Sichuan and Liang, and the taste of Yan, Azulen and Pu grapes is different. The bottom line is that a lot of money can lead to Dayuan, but a lot of hard work and drinking can lead to Xiliang.
In the imperial edict, there are only praises for delicacies. Who at the banquet can enjoy the pleasure. If you are happy for a long time, the wine will be dry, and it is okay to divorce your relatives.
When the time passes, I feel "Bin Feng", and I take it according to the prescription. I recall the time when I was a guest in Anxi, drunkenly and tasted the dew.
If the bag is full, it will not grow in Dunhuang. It is said that lychees grow in the south of the sky. 6. Poems about autumn leaves
1. The three fallen autumn leaves. ——Wang Zhu's "Poem of the Prodigy"
2. Spring flowers and autumn leaves. ——Fan Chengda's "Water Dragon Song"
3. Teach autumn leaves to fly. ——Zhang Luan's "Moon on the West River"
4. Autumn leaves are red and wet with frost. ——Zhang Xian's "Geng Liuzi"
5. Like autumn leaves before the wind. ——Li Zhiyi's "Good things are coming soon"
6. Frost withered autumn leaves restore their beauty. ——Shi Xiaoyou's "Huanxi Sand"
7. Three autumn leaves fall, and February flowers bloom. ——Li Qiao's "Wind"
8. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. ——Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea"
9. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. ——Li Shen's "Compassion for the Farmers"
10. The deep waters of the Yangtze River are covered with maple trees. —— Ruan Ji's "Yong Huai"
11. The fate of the world is not broken; spring flowers and autumn leaves. ——Nalan Xingde's "Qinyuan Spring"
12. The late flowers of liquidambar are quiet, and the shadows of Nanshan Mountain are reflected in Jinshui. ——Li He's "Shu Strings"
13. The autumn water on the stone roots is bright, and the autumn grass on the stone bank is thin. ——Li He's "Five Poems on Maple"
14. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.
——Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn"
15. At dusk, the autumn smoke rises, and the maple trees bloom in the woods. ——Dai Shulun's "Sanlv Temple"
16. The autumn leaves in the forest are withered. ——Shi Shaotan's "One Hundred and Four Stanzas"
17. The houses in the autumn bushes look like the Tao family, and the fences everywhere are becoming increasingly sloping. ——Yuan Zhen
18. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither. ——"Han Yuefu·Long Song Xing"
19. Climb the green maple tree with your hands and step on the yellow reed grass. ——Bai Juyi's "Nanhu Late Autumn"
20. Thank you diligently for the red leaves, so that you can go to the world. ——"Inscription on Red Leaves" by Xuanzong Palace
21. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. ——Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn"
22. When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? ——Li Yu's "Poppy Poppies"
23. The autumn light of silver candles paints the screen coldly, and the small light fan flutters at the fireflies. ——Du Mu's "Autumn Evening"
24. In autumn, the houses are like Tao's house, and the fence edges are gradually sloping. ——Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum"
25. The window contains Qianqiu snow of Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu. ——Du Fu's "Quatrains"
26. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. ——Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Poems"
27. The jade dew withered the maple forest, and the Wushan Gorge was desolate. ——Du Fu's "Eight Poems of Autumn"
28. The lake light and the autumn moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface that has not been polished. ——Liu Yuxi's "Looking at the Dongting"
29. You must remember that the good times of the year are the most orange and green. ——Su Shi's "Gift to Liu Jingwen"
30. There is no rain cover when the load is gone, and there are still proud frost branches among the chrysanthemums. ——Su Shi's "Gift to Liu Jingwen"
31. Who can talk about the desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple tree. ——Nalan Xingde's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
32. Thousands of miles of flying frost, thousands of fallen trees in the forest, the cold beauty does not attract spring jealousy. ——Zhang Yan's "Qiluoxiang·Red Leaves"
33. I wanted to stop talking, but said that the weather was cold and it was a good autumn. ——Xin Qiji's "Ugly Nuer·Shu Bo Mountain Road"
34. Silently, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. ——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting"
35. Thousands of forests are swaying and becoming less and less, why is the west wind old and beautiful, fighting for beauty like this. ——Wang Yisun's "Qiluoxiang·Red Leaves" 7. What are the poems with "Meng Yao"
1. People in the Ming Dynasty followed the sunrise, and suddenly they dreamed of Yao Taiwanese. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "Seeing the Moon and Ziyou in the Mid-Autumn Festival"
Explanation: When tomorrow morning, people and things have disappeared, then I suddenly realize that I went to Yaotai in a dream.
2. The King of Chu once dreamed of Yao Ji. ——Li Xun of the Five Dynasties, "A Cloud in Wushan"
Interpretation: The King of Chu once dreamed of Yao Ji here, and it was an endless dream.
3. There are no plum blossoms in the Lajin Mountains, and I sit in Mengyao Terrace behind closed doors. ——Zheng Hui of the Song Dynasty, "Hu's Study"
Interpretation: The twelfth lunar month has passed, but the plum blossoms in the mountains still have not opened. I closed the door, lay on the bed, and dreamed of going to Yaotai.
4. It’s like leaving a fragrant green pillow and returning to Mengyao Palace late at night. ——Wang Yun of the Yuan Dynasty, "Magnolia Flowers Slowly Fu Yingxiu"
Interpretation: It is like leaving a fragrant jade pillow. When I return home late at night, I dream of going to the gorgeous moon palace.
5. There is no need for a glass bowl of spiritual liquid, a dream of Yaotai is not far away. ——Song Dynasty Ge Shengzhong "Ci Yun Wang De Zhi Fangchi and his Son Playing with the Moon"
Interpretation: If you don't want to pour the fairy liquid into the glass bowl, in the dream you are not far from Yaotai.