Nostalgic poems, object-chanting poems, pastoral poems, war poems, farewell poems, travel poems and in my heart forever's poems.

Wang Wei's pastoral poems

Chai Lu: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

Wu Xinyi: hibiscus flowers with red calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.

Qiu Sheng: After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

"Bird Watching Creek" people are idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

A farmhouse by the Wei River: In the setting sun of the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.

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Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (1) Fan Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (2)

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.

Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn to plant melons on the shady side of mulberry trees.

All good things must come to an end, and life is always doomed to be separated. When the ancients parted, they used poems to express their farewell. But some poems are expressed by sadness; Some of them are expressed by encouraging friends to strive for self-improvement. Let's enjoy a few poems that leave friends with different feelings.

Li Bai, send a friend.

Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.

Break up with Wang Xinjian Changling at Furong Inn.

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

Don't move, Tang Gaoshi.

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.

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Wang Wei's pastoral poems

Chai Lu: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

Wu Xinyi: hibiscus flowers with red calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.

Qiu Sheng: After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

"Bird Watching Creek" people are idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

A farmhouse by the Wei River: In the setting sun of the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.

Six songs under the plug

Wear a golden mother-in-law arrow made of carved feathers, and the flagpole rtsa forms a dovetail arc.

A man stood up and gave a new order. A thousand battalions were shouting.

In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow.

Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.

That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

Under the wild tent under the atrium feast, our brothers and sisters from the frontier came to congratulate us on our victory.

Get drunk, shining golden dancing, jubilant thunder shaking the surrounding mountains and rivers.

When an arrow is called an eagle, everyone hears that it can live.

The fox will burst into flames and take away the ancient hills.

The pavilion has seven expensive leaves and is full of soul.

He will talk about Green tomorrow, but he should be alone.

Describe the scenery

Canchunqu

Tang Bai Juyi

There are three or four disabled warblers in the forbidden garden, and the wind is slow at night.

There is nothing in the sun in the west, and I am walking alone on the palace flowers.

Summer in the mountain pavilion

Tang gaopian

Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond.

The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.

Occasionally in summer and during the day

Liutang Zongyuan

The summer in Yongzhou was wet and hot, so that the man dozed off drunk, pushed open the north window and had a long sleep.

When I woke up at noon, I only felt the silence of the earth and the sound of a cup of tea when new tea was smashed in the bamboo forest.

Good (1) bad (0) landscape poems

Night parking on Jiande River.

-Don Meng Haoran

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

Chai Lu

-Tang Wang Wei

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.

Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.

In Chuzhou, Xixi.

-Don Wei Wu Ying

Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

Homesick Poems

Boarding Guazhou

-Wang Song Anshi

Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

Thoughts?in?the?Still?of?the?Night

—— Tang Libai

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

lines

-Tang Wang Wei

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?

Frontier poems

Liangzhou Song

-Don Wang Zhihuan

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

out of stuck

-Don Wang Changling

It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.

If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.

Liangzhou Song

Don William Wang

Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away.

Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?

idyll

Passing through the village of the old man

-Don Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

An autumn night in the mountains.

-Tang Wang Wei

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.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

The fifth part is drinking

-Tao Jin Yuanming

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Farewell poem

Biedongda

-Tang Gaoshi

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

Send Yuan Ershi Anxi (a acropolis song).

-Tang Wang Wei

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

See Meng Haoran again on the way to Yangzhou.

—— Tang Libai

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.

Sailing alone in the blue mountains, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

Patriotic poetry

Show it to your son.

-Song Luyou

I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was still sad to see Kyushu.

Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

Crossing the ocean of zero

-Tian Xiang, Wen Song

Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.

The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army.

-Tang Du Fu

The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.

Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.

On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.

Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .

Poems about objects:

Chinese plum

[Song] Wang Anshi

There are some plums in the corner.

Ling cold drives alone.

Distant knowledge is not snow,

Because of the faint fragrance.

Fable poem:

Official ballads of Qing dynasty

-Landscape man

This is a wooden boat floating on the water.

I care about my life and love my heart.

I have been indifferent to fame and fortune all my life.

Future generations will be remembered for generations to come.