Bai Juyi's Travel Poems

1. Bai Juyi's travel poems. The former residence of Siwei Village in Xia Meng sent a message to my brother, and the sharp bamboo shoots turned into bamboo.

Things have changed, and I think of songs in my hometown. I grazed on the Weihe River in my hometown for ten years.

Hand-planted elm willows, houses that cover the sun. The rabbit hides the beans and seedlings, and the birds sing and the mulberries are ripe.

This time the year before last, I traveled with you. Brother and nephew of the poetry and calligraphy class, a child servant on the farm.

At dusk, it is time for the wheat to appear and the silkworm to die. Sit in the spring and flow south, waiting for the moon pavilion.

Have a few drinks and play a game of chess. Once dispersed, Wan Li is still bound.

The well bird misses spring, and the cage warbler regrets coming out of the valley. Jiujiang is low in humidity and muggy in April.

The bitter rain blooms at first, and the clouds are slightly poisonous. Mud seedling water border rice, gray seed (leftover field) field chestnut.

When I am in a daze, I still have different customs. Looking at the county building, the setting sun is green.

Returning geese blows the heart of the country, and Pinghu breaks the eyes. I am wandering, I am alone in the old city.

Drinking water is enough for the same ladle. Send Jiangzhou Trilogy to Tongzhou, Tianya and Tianya.

The mountain is thousands of miles high and the water is thousands of miles wide. Birds can't cross the clouds.

Who knows the eternal danger, for both of us You were very sad when you first arrived in Tongzhou.

We went to Jiangzhou and didn't rest all the way. The road is good every day and the news is broken every day.

Because the wind wants to convey a message, the voice of the earth is far away. Meet again in life and meet again in death.

You visit Xiangyang Day, and I live in Chang 'an. Since you are in Tongzhou, I have been to Xiangyang.

Xiangyang jiuli country is surrounded by clouds and trees on the balcony. Nevertheless, this is your old place.

There is Xunyang Road in the vast water. This one is homesick, and there are fewer relatives and friends in Jiangxi.

It's a long way to the countryside, and everything is like a person. How to tolerate this meaning, sitting by the river thinking about you.

Like a river, it is integrated with the atmosphere. The wind blew in the middle, and the two places became lonely clouds.

When the wind comes to an end, is there no reason for the clouds to merge? Try to fall in love and try to be poor. Send my brother back to the snowy night, the sky is overcast and yellow, and the northeast wind is urgent.

When I came back from the village south, I said goodbye to my brothers. Tears are still wet from the front, and I haven't stopped returning to the horse.

Want to sit in a room, cloudy and moonless. The night is long and the fire is gone. At the end of the year, Yu Ning.

Lonely and dusty, the snow falls on the steps. Paint cold ash on the snow and put out the residual lamp.

Grey as my heart, white as my hair. Everything happens like this, you can't be in a hurry in an instant.

Think about forgetting and turn troubles into meditation. Lifelong heart washing is designed for tonight.

He Yuanjiu mourned for the old mosquito. If beauty goes somewhere else, she will never be found again.

Is it safe for old things to fall apart? Only the gauze shines and the dust invades day and night. The fragrance and color are not as deep as before.

Transparent lamps are bitter, cages are light and cages are heavy. There are lonely sleepers in the room, and the autumn nights are very cold.

Old house peony garden, new grave pine Berlin. Tears in Xianyang in my dream made me feel Hou Jiangling's heart.

With this hate every other year, it is a midnight song. No matter how you feel, the listener wants to touch his chest.

Sell charcoal Weng, cut wood and burn charcoal halfway up the mountain. His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.

What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth. Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.

At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market. Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.

Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it. The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.

It's a pity that a car full of charcoal, more than a thousand Jin, is driven by an official to a general. Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.

Five years later, Shang Yang's white-haired man became a treasure, but Yang Guifei was a special pet, so people in the harem had no such luck. Those who have beauty in the sixth house need to be placed in other places, and Shang Yang is one of them.

Zhenyuan has work to do. Shang Yang people, beauty is black, white hair is new.

Green guards the palace gate. As soon as the sun closes, it is spring. Xuanzong entered the primary election at the end of the year, aged 16 and 60.

At the same time, more than 100 people were selected, who were deeply disabled. Recalling the past, I fought back my grief and said goodbye to my loved ones. I helped myself into the car instead of teaching me to cry.

When the clouds are fashionable, they are grateful, their faces are like hibiscus, and their chests are like jade. The king was not allowed to meet, and Yang Fei squinted at him.

Jealousy makes you sneak into the palace and stay in the empty room all your life. The autumn night is long, and the night is sleepless.

The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window. It's late spring, so it's hard to sit alone at night.

Gong Ying is full of anxiety and disgust, and Liang Yan is always jealous. The warbler's cry goes to Yan quietly, and the spring goes without remembering the year.

Just look at the deep palace and the bright moon, and the object is round four or five hundred times. Now the palace is the oldest, and everyone named it Shangshu.

Small-headed shoes with narrow clothes and slender indigo eyebrows. Outsiders should laugh if they can't see it.

Shang Yang people suffered the most. Less is bitter, and old is bitter.

How about suffering less and suffering more? You don't look at Lv Xiang's "Beauty Fu" in those days. [At the end of Tianbao, there were people who picked colors, and they were the messengers of flowers and birds at that time. Lu Xiangxian's Beauty Fu satirizes it.

] There is no white hair song in the sun today! The flower-buying imperial city is dying in spring, and it is noisy. * * * If you say peony, you will buy flowers with you.

The price is uncertain, and the reward depends directly on the number of flowers: burn a hundred red flowers and press five bundles of elements. Hang a curtain on it and weave a fence next to it.

Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will not change. Everyone is used to it, and everyone is confused.

There is an Weng who comes to buy flowers occasionally. Bow your head and sigh alone. This sigh is self-evident: a bunch of dark flowers and ten families are blessed! The light fat is full of arrogance, and the pommel horse is light and dusty.

Excuse me, who are those people? Passers-by replied that they were eunuchs, officials of the emperor. Wear a red ribbon representing the identity of a doctor and a purple ribbon symbolizing the identity of a general.

Boasting his identity, he came to the army at the dinner party, in large numbers, and the scene was grand. Respect (above three fields and below) overflows into the sky, and the land and water are eight treasures.

There is an orange as a fruit in Dongting Lake. This excellent fish tastes delicious. They remained calm after the party, but became arrogant when they were drunk.

The drought in Jiangnan, Quzhou people eat people! Song of Eternal Sorrow An emperor in China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been on the throne for many years, looking for it, but failed to find it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

When she gets dressed in her golden room, it will be almost evening. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will hang around and drink slowly. Her sisters and brothers were all given titles because she lit up and glorified her family so much.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. More than a hundred miles west of Doumen, the imperial flag opened the way, moving and stopping.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and it rained at night.

2. Bai Juyi's Travel Poems: Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.

Shangxianglufeng

Leaning against the stone and climbing the body, green bamboo sticks and white towels.

When he painted the Lushan barrier, he was the owner of the incense burner peak.

Goose for crane.

-Bai Juyi

You were sent to Qingyun by the wind, and I was driven to the shelves by ducks.

Snow neck cream wool red net palm, please see where it is not as good as Jun?

Don't leave the wicker word.

There is no sorrow in the south and Man Chun in the east.

Don't bully the willows. It's better to persuade others than to persuade others.

Liu Yijiang

-Bai Juyi

I planted willows in Jiang Nanan, and I bid farewell to Jiangnan twice in spring.

Looking back at the green river, I don't know who Pan Zhe is.

Get up late on the boat

-Bai Juyi

The sun is still high, you can sleep under the window, and the pillow is cool in August.

In berthing or Yigu Hotel, you are often accompanied by a fishing boat when you check in.

It's useless to retire from the Jianghu, but the court has its own sages.

We went to Qiantang Lake and got drunk for two or three years.

Banqiao road

-Bai Juyi

Liangyuan is twenty miles west of the city, with a canal and thousands of willows.

If the road is blocked today, the boss bridge was built fifteen years ago.

I once said goodbye to Yuyanqiao. I didn't know the news until now.

February 2(nd)

-Bai Juyi

On February 2, it was sunny and rainy, and grass sprouted for a while.

Light shirt, fine horse spring boy, cross full of words.

Chi He's Eight Poems: Wu

-Bai Juyi

Obviously, I am white and black, and I am not blind.

Say goodbye to you every night, and there is a chorus in the jade emblem.

3. Bai Juyi's travel poems The peach blossoms in Dalin Temple are in full bloom in April, and the peach blossoms in Shansi Temple are in full bloom.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here. On the incense burner peak, I leaned against the stone climbing rose to rest my body, and the bamboo stick turned white with a silk scarf.

When he painted the Lushan barrier, he was the owner of the incense burner peak. The goose sends the crane-Bai Juyi was sent to Qingyun by the wind, and I was driven to the shelves by ducks.

Snow neck cream wool red net palm, please see where it is not as good as Jun? Don't leave a willow poem to bid farewell to Nanmo, the east wind is full of spring. Don't bully the willows. It's better to persuade others than to persuade others.

Liu Jiang-Bai Juyi once planted willows in Jiang Nanan and bid farewell to Jiangnan twice in spring. Looking back at the green river, I don't know who Pan Zhe is.

Get up late in the middle of the boat-Bai Juyi is still high, but he sleeps under the water window, and his pillow is cool in August. In berthing or Yigu Hotel, you are often accompanied by a fishing boat when you check in.

It's useless to retire from the Jianghu, but the court has its own sages. We went to Qiantang Lake and got drunk for two or three years.

Banqiao Road-Bai Juyi Liangyuan is twenty miles west of the city, with a canal of spring water and thousands of willows. If the road is blocked today, the boss bridge was built fifteen years ago.

I once said goodbye to Yuyanqiao. I didn't know the news until now. February 2 nd-Bai Juyi February 2 nd, after the rain, the grass buds came out for a while.

Light shirt, fine horse spring boy, cross full of words. Chi He's Eight Poems: Giving a Crane-Bai Juyi is very different from Jun, so we can't underestimate each other.

Say goodbye to you every night, and there is a chorus in the jade emblem.

4. Bai traveled to Juyi in his poems. The incense burner peak leans against the stone and climbs the radish to rest, and the bamboo sticks are white.

When he painted the Lushan barrier, he was the owner of the incense burner peak. The goose sends the crane-Bai Juyi was sent to Qingyun by the wind, and I was driven to the shelves by ducks.

Snow neck cream wool red net palm, please see where it is not as good as Jun? Don't leave a willow poem to bid farewell to Nanmo, the east wind is full of spring. Don't bully the willows. It's better to persuade others than to persuade others.

Liu Jiang-Bai Juyi once planted willows in Jiang Nanan and bid farewell to Jiangnan twice in spring. Looking back at the green river, I don't know who Pan Zhe is.

Get up late in the middle of the boat-Bai Juyi is still high, but he sleeps under the water window, and his pillow is cool in August. In berthing or Yigu Hotel, you are often accompanied by a fishing boat when you check in.

It's useless to retire from the Jianghu, but the court has its own sages. We went to Qiantang Lake and got drunk for two or three years.

Banqiao Road-Bai Juyi Liangyuan is twenty miles west of the city, with a canal of spring water and thousands of willows. If the road is blocked today, the boss bridge was built fifteen years ago.

I once said goodbye to Yuyanqiao. I didn't know the news until now.