Five ancient poems about silence

1. A poem describing tranquility. In Wang Ji's "Into the Xi", "The cicada is still in the forest, and the Yingong Mountain is more secluded."

Wang Wei Chai Lu "There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I hear a voice."

Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains, moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.

Wang Wei's Birding Creek: "When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon rises, birds will sing in the spring.

The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.

A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang. -Chang Jian "Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple".

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue

The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. -Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. -Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"

Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. -Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Dwelling House"

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. -Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting

2. Poems describing tranquility: Moonlight is sprinkled in the pine forest, and crystal stone is sprinkled in the stream.

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

1. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone.

There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths.

All is silent, except Yu Zhong Yin Qing.

A moon hangs over the capital, and 10,000 washing hammers are beating.

In the silent night, everyone closed the door to sleep, and the wind and rain in the city suddenly became cold.

6. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.

7. During the day, it is as cool as water at night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega.

8. If you don't come at midnight, knock on chess pieces and drop your snuff.

9. I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds.

10. I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. I don't know at night, except my comrade-in-arms Mingyue.

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12. Hanging sparse paulownia where there is no moon makes people quiet at first. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.

13. During the day, the order is as cool as water at night, lying and watching the morning glory and Vega.

14. Thousands of rivers have water, thousands of rivers have moons, and Wan Li has cloudless Wan Li days.

15. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded.

3. Write a quiet ancient poem, urgent ~~~ 5 "Bamboo House"

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song.

The voice is too low for anyone to hear (4), except my partner Mingyue (5).

This poem shows a state of tranquility. The style of the whole poem is quiet and leisurely, as if the poet's mood and natural scenery are integrated.

A Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple,

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.

This poem depicts a unique, profound and quiet realm with concise brushwork, and expresses the poet's joy in visiting scenic spots and his strong pursuit of lofty realm.

4. What poems describe "tranquility"? A hundred mountains have no birds, and a thousand roads have no footprints.

Sitting on the eaves of trees all day, birds are more secluded without singing mountains.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

A thousand voices were quiet and only the bells were heard.

explain

1. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.

There are no people or animals on the mountain. There are no birds on all the mountains, and there are no people on all the paths.

2. Mao Yan sits opposite each other all day, and a bird doesn't sing in the mountains.

Sitting quietly under the eaves in front of Zhongshan all day, I didn't hear a bird song. It's too quiet.

3. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.

The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain. As night falls, the air is cool, as if it were autumn.

4. Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream.

The bright moon casts mottled static shadows through the pine forest, and the clear spring water clinks on the rocks.

A thousand voices were quiet, only the bell was heard.

At this time, all the sounds of nature were silent, only Zhong Qing's voice echoed in the air.

5. Who abandoned the long leisure in the poem about quiet love flowers? Every spring comes, melancholy remains. Every day, I often get sick and drink, but I don't care that my face in the mirror is thin. The willows on the Kate levee by the river are asking for new troubles. What's going on every year? The independent small bridge is full of wind sleeves, and the linping crescent people return home. Jade building is bleak, and it is a bit boring after parting. There are no books, and there are no books. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it. Therefore, looking for a single pillow in a dream, the dream is not only light but also embers. The butterfly garden is deep, willow piles of smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. I'm not going to stay in spring. My eyes filled with tears, and I flew over the swing. I'm waiting for plum blossoms in the pavilion, the bridges are sparse and the grass is warm and swaying. My sadness is drifting away, and the distance is like spring water. My heart is full of tears, and the building is too high to rely on the dangerous fence. There are spring mountains everywhere, and pedestrians are even outside. The waves washed the sand and drank. Forget to come back, it is impossible to say that spring will be dusk. Flowers will eat cold food, whose tree the car is tied to. Will we meet a stranger when Shuang Yan comes? Stir up the spring sorrow like catkins, and there is nowhere to find it in the dream. Jade pagoda spring is not finished, and I intend to say the return date, but I didn't say to swallow the spring first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. Don't renovate without a song. A song can teach you how to tie the knot. You must see all the flowers in Luoyang. It's easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze. Youth travel is dry and sunny. More specifically, I remember Wang Sun. The rain fell on the light thunder pool outside Linjiang Xianchi, and the sound of the rain dripped and broke the lotus. The rainbow in the west corner of the small building is bright, withered and oblique, and the moonlight is born. Swallows fly to see the painted building, the jade hook hangs the curtain, the cool waves are motionless, the lines are flat, the water is clear and the pillows are double, and there are falling flowers on the shore. Irises are swaying in the wind, and willows are carrying heavy smoke and snow. The moon shines on the pear flower. Mulberry picking is a solo boat, around the West Lake, with clear water and grass on the shore, and music everywhere. When there is no wind, the water is smooth and slippery, the boat ripples slightly, and the sand birds fly ashore to pick mulberry seeds. Spring rain wins the West Lake, flowers are blooming, butterflies are buzzing, and flowers are warm in sunny days. The orchid is coated with kudzu. It's calm, but there are clouds floating under the boat. The water is fresh and the pitch is lingering. I suspect there will be another day in the lake. After picking mulberry seeds, the West Lake is fine, wolves are still red, birds are misty, and weeping willows are withered all day. After all the tourists left, I felt the spring sky, the curtains hung down and two swallows came back in the drizzle. Who can enjoy the West Lake after picking mulberry seeds?

Who knows, at leisure, the grass is dark and the water is far away, and a little Cangzhou egrets fly. The West Lake is clear and full of eyes, and green willows and bamboos drive there. Tourists must go at dusk, drunk and noisy, and the road turns to the embankment until the city head is always full of flowers. After the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine, and wine will come without flags. Go home drunk. Mulberry leaves are beautiful in the water, and the West Lake is full of fresh clouds. Seagulls and herons are sleeping, so you should get used to listening to orchestra. The wind is clear and the moon is white, suitable for night. Anyone who envies Luan is a fairy in the boat. The sunset of mulberry leaves shines on the West Lake, with a sea of flowers and a Ma Pingchuan, and there is no boat on the barren shore. The southwest moon floats away. Asphalt flying in the spring of 20 years. Returning like a crane in Liaodong, the whole city is new. Who knows the old master? When Ruan Langchun returned to the South Garden, the smell of wind and peace, green plums like peas and willows, butterflies flying all day long, flowers heavy and grass smoke low, people's curtains hanging down, swings casual, and painted beams living in Shuang Yan. The southern singer's golden mud belt, the dragon jade palm comb. Idle hinder embroidery, ask how the word Yuanyang is born. Linjiangxian remembered the first song that Jin Luan sang together, and the spring breeze made the country rich and the people strong. Now, he is an old official who has lost Qujiang flowers for ten years. It is said that Lang Mountain leads to Yuen Long, and the building is very high, but there is no family in sight. It's hard to leave the lonely city when it's cold, and the mangroves are far away. He Mei crab powder. Don't worry. Sauvignon Blanc surrounded the embankment with apple willows, watched the pedestrians go west, and returned for a long time. It's raining and windy, and cold gulls fly relatively. Sauvignon Blanc flowers like Iraq, willow like Iraq, young flowers and willows are leaving, bowing their heads and crying. The Yangtze River is east, Jiangxi is long, and mandarin ducks fly on both sides. When will they meet? 6. Shoot a lamp and spread it frequently. Life here seems like an old bottle. Say what you love in the morning, roll a light cream on the curtain and try on plum blossom makeup by hand, all because of your hatred, so you draw long and far. Thinking about the past and cherishing fragrance is easy to get hurt. Draw a song first, and it is the most heartbreaking to laugh. The railing of Pingshan, which is in the wrong place, leans against the clear sky, where the color of the mountain is both there and there. His hand hung in front of the hall. Look at the old man in front of the bottle. Nowadays, the waves of sand swim in the north pool, the canoes are rippling and the wicker is soft, so that spring comes and goes, and the head is white. A good prostitute has a good voice, but it is difficult to get drunk. I advise you to drink enough gold euros, even if flowers are often sick, they are still romantic. Fishermen are proud of the ridge of lotus leaves, and the boat supports flowers. If there is love in the sky, it will be old.

How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves.

The shore of the ship. Maple leaves and flowers in autumn.

Think about the past. It is necessary to compare the world with dreams.

Last year's Eve, the flower market was brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.

When will Ruanlang return to Liulang? Unintentional cloud wins Iraq

Dark clouds are still there.

I'll tell you some classic poems about longing for peace and indifference.

1. I will keep walking until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds.

(The whole poem is:

My retreat in Zhongnanshan.

My middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

Ask what you can do, but your heart is far from self-centered.

4. Take the Dongli and see Nanshan leisurely.

5. No rhyme, naturally love Qiushan.

I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. (mistaken: mistaken)

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. (Over the top)

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

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7. What poems describe "tranquility"? A hundred mountains have no birds, and a thousand roads have no footprints.

Sitting on the eaves of trees all day, birds are more secluded without singing mountains. The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. A thousand voices were quiet and only the bells were heard.

Explain that there are no birds in a hundred mountains and no footprints in a thousand paths. There are no people or animals on the mountain. There are no birds on all the mountains, and there are no people on all the paths.

2. Mao Yan sits opposite each other all day, and a bird doesn't sing in the mountains. Sitting quietly under the eaves in front of Zhongshan all day, I didn't hear a bird song. It's too quiet.

3. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain. As night falls, the air is cool, as if it were autumn.

4. Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. The bright moon casts mottled static shadows through the pine forest, and the clear spring water clinks on the rocks.

A thousand voices were quiet, only the bell was heard. At this time, all the sounds of nature were silent, only Zhong Qing's voice echoed in the air.