What are the poems about the ancient tea-horse road?

1, "Youth Tour, Ma Yan on Chang 'an Ancient Road"

Song dynasty:? Liu Yong

On the ancient road of Chang 'an, riding a thin horse slowly, Gao Liu Qiu Chan screamed. The sun is shining and the autumn wind is blowing gently. I look at the sky and see it falling from all directions.

The clouds that have gone are traceless. Where is the expectation of the past? The spirit of debauchery has faded, and there are fewer drinking companions in the past. Now I am not as young as before.

Riding slowly along the ancient Chang 'an Road, Qiu Chan kept screaming on the willows beside the road. The setting sun is sinking in the distance, and the autumn wind blows hard on the leaves. I looked from a distance, the sky was boundless, and night fell. The returning clouds have gone without a trace, where can we find the old expectations? Interest in eating and drinking has long declined, and there are fewer people who used to drink, and they are no longer wild teenagers.

2. "Tianjin Sha Qiu Si"

Yuan dynasty:? Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road and the west wind are thin.

The sun went down,

Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

The Yuan Ye is covered with lush grass, which turns yellow in autumn and winter every year and thickens in spring. Wildfire can't burn all the weeds on the ground. When the spring breeze blows, the earth turns green. The fragrant weeds in the distance are covered with ancient roads, and Greentown is even deserted under the sunshine. Today, I have come to bid farewell to my old friend. Even the lush grass is full of feelings of parting.

3. "Qin Yi E Xiao Shengyan"

Tang dynasty:? Lipper

Yu Xiao's voice was sad and sad. When she woke up from her dream, a string of bright moons were hanging upstairs in Qin. Qin family, every year in the second quarter of the moon, the willow color by the bridge is printed with seven windows for farewell.

Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off. The west wind kissed the light of the sun, and in front of us were the tombs and palaces of the Han Dynasty.

Xiao Yu's voice was sad and choked. When he woke up from his dream, he saw a cold bright moon outside Qin Lou. Every year, the cold bright moon and the green willows beside the bridge are printing and dyeing the parting on Baling Bridge.

Another year is the Double Ninth Festival. When I boarded the Leyuan Scenic Area, Qin E looked at the Xianyang Ancient Road. Alas, the man disappeared and was cut off. The news broke when the beloved left. Only the west wind is bleak, and the sunset is like blood, shining on the tomb of Emperor Xian of Han Dynasty. ?

4. "Seeking harmony, respecting teachers and living in seclusion"

Tang dynasty:? Lipper

The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year.

Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs.

Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.

Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.

I don't remember how many years have passed, and the steep green peaks soar into the sky, far away from the hubbub. Open the clouds to find the ancient forest road, and lean on the stone to listen to the flowing water. There are green cows lying in the warm flowers, and white cranes resting and sleeping on the tall pine branches. Yong Zun and I talked until the river was shrouded in dusk, so we had to walk down the misty cold mountain alone.

5. "Youth Wandering Grass"

Song dynasty:? tall

Spring breeze blows blue, spring clouds reflect green, and dreams are fragrant. Soft lining flying flowers, looking at running water from a distance, looking at incense dust from a distance. ?

Jiangnan how much hate, recall Cui Luo skirt. Cold idle doors, lonely ancient roads, misty rain and melancholy people.

The spring breeze turned the grass green. Against the white clouds, the grass looks green and lovely. It was in Xiao's love that I saw this lush grassland. Petals gently fall on the soft grass, and fluffy grass extends to the sky with running water. At first glance, the traces of Iraqis have been blocked by boundless grass, and spring hates parting.

The lush grass covered the footprints of Iraqis, leaving people with a lot of lovesickness and hatred, reminding people of the verdant Cui Luo skirt. Empty courtyards and lonely ancient roads are shrouded in misty rain, evoking people's melancholy.