Ancient poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, flowers, snow, moon, mountains and water bid farewell to patriotic ideals, philosophy and homesickness.

After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. (Song Yang Wanli, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")

Climbing Yueyang Tower

Du Fu

I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.

The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.

There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.

The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.

Shuchengxiang temple

Du Fu

Where is the temple of the famous prime minister? It is in a deep pine forest near the Silk City.

The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves.

The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.

But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.

Yonghuai Monument No.1

Du Fu

Lonely in the dust in the northeast, wandering between heaven and earth in the southwest.

Wandering in the towers and terraces of the Three Gorges, Wuxi Clothes Yunshan.

The barbarian who finally serves the ruler is unreliable, and the wandering poet laments that the times have no chance to come back.

Yu Xin's life is the most miserable, and his poems in his later years caused a sensation in the north and south of the country.

He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow": "Jasper is as high as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk hang down. I don't know who to cut it for. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "

The high-profile "Summer Pavilion": "The trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony is reflected in the pool. The water curtain moves and the breeze blows, and the roses are full of fragrance. "

Qiu Xi? Du Mu

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

Winter:

Jiang Xue (Liu Zongyuan)

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

This stream is clean,

It's cold and the red leaves are thin.

It didn't rain on the mountain road.

Empty Cui wet clothes.

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 door of the hedge is closed, looking at the oblique sunlight in the evening. Crane perches on the surrounding pine trees, and tourists are left in cold and sparse places.

The bamboo knot has added a new layer of powder, and the old lotus leaf is red and red. Fishing boats on the ferry are shuttling little by little, and there are people coming and going everywhere.

It's raining in Mao Mao in the light shade pavilion, and the deep courtyard opens in the daytime. Sitting watching the color of moss, I want to put on my clothes.

Spring grass in the eastern suburbs, driving horses leisurely. Apes outside the mountain are crying and flowing.

Island dew, the general will wait for the sound. Hui fu is an official, and Zhu Guan is a state.

Lonely Yinger sings in a distant villa, and wild apricots send mountain mail. Only in the morning and evening can we go back to play, and only the south can avoid autumn.

The grass color is getting better and the people in Taoyuan are getting thinner. Fu reached out to Ping Zi, watching Lao Lai get dressed.

Every time the cherry blossoms bloom, they return with petrels. This year's cold food and wine should be returned to Chai Fei.

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wang Wei

Works: Taoyuanhang

Content:

A fisherman is drifting, enjoying the mountains in spring, and the peach trees on both sides lead him to an ancient source.

Looking at the brightly colored trees, he never considered the distance. Everyone in Qingxi was on duty.

This is a cave. The hole is so narrow that he can only climb in, but then it opens up on a wide and flat path.

Looking from a distance, the clouds are filled with trees, and thousands of houses are hidden between flowers and bamboo.

The woodcutter told him his name in Chinese. These people all wore clothes from the Qin Dynasty.

Juren lives in Wulingyuan, in farms and gardens, just like a world.

The bright moon is Panasonic, and chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.

... hearing the news of a stranger, people gathered together and everyone invited him home and asked him where he was born.

In the morning, alleys and paths cleared the petals for him, and at dusk, fishermen and farmers brought him their goods.

They left this world a long time ago, and they came here to seek refuge. Since then, they have lived like angels, happily away from the world.

No one in the cave knows anything outside, and outsiders can only see empty mountains and thick clouds.

The fisherman didn't realize his great luck and began to consider the connection between the country, the family and the secular.

These caves are separated by mountains and rivers, and he plans to come back sometime when he tells his relatives.

He studied every step he took and kept it firmly in mind, forgetting that cliffs and peaks might have different appearances.

To be sure, you have to go through the depths of the mountains to enter. How many times did Qingxi reach Yunlin?

But now, there are spring floods and floating peaches everywhere. Which way should we go to find the hidden source? .

Flowers in poetry

1. I'll come back at chrysanthemum time when I have a holiday in the mountains.

(Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")

I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me.

(Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")

But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.

(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.

(Du Fu: Hope in Spring)

5. Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

(Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")

* The Moon in Poetry

1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosted already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

(Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")

2. How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven and how close the moon is to the water! .

(Meng Haoran: "Jiande River Sleeping at Night")

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

(Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")

4. In the dim moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark.

(Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")

5. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.

(Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")

6. I don't know the month when I am an hour, which is called Bai Yupan.

(Li Bai: Gulangyu)

Poetic brushstrokes

1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.

(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

2. The wind blows the general to hunt Weicheng.

(Wang Wei: Hunting)

The forest is black, and the wind attacks the grass, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night.

(Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")

Wildfire never devours them,

They have grown taller in the spring breeze.

(Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Ancient Grass")

5. Chai Men smells dogs barking,

The snowstorm came again at night.

(Liu Changqing: "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")

Farewell poems of Tang people

Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu to take up his post.

Bo Wang

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor.

Why linger at the fork in the road, the child is stained with towels.

Patriotic poetry

1. Take home as your home, hometown as your hometown, country as your country, and the world as your world. -"imprison herdsmen"

2. Don't forget your country in times of crisis and serve your country faithfully. -"Zuo Zhao Zhuan AD"

Take a long breath to hide your tears and mourn the hardships of people's lives. -Qu Yuan's "Li Sao"

4. Be selfish, not rich. -"The Book of Rites Confucianism"

5. Died in a national disaster and suddenly. -Cao Zhi's White Horse

6. The patriotism of the martyrs is also like home. -Ge Hong's "Bao Puzi's External Articles are Widely Approved" Martyr: a person with ambition and achievements.

7. Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later. -Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower"

Ideal poem

Drawing chart

Charming and unrestrained,

Don't disappoint your youth.

Three years flies,

I used to be so sad.

I went east with the army,

Who will accompany you to the Western Expedition?

Looking forward to Wan Li Road,

The lucky star shines everywhere.

Philosophical poetry

1, there is no way to recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village. (Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village)

2. Looking horizontally, the ridge edge becomes a peak, and the distance is different. (Su Shi's topic Xilin wall)

But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles. (Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Villa")

4. Qian Fan by the shipwreck, and Wan Muchun tree in front. (Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou")

Homesick Poems

1. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; Today, I think it's raining heavily-The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Pick Wei.

2. Elegy can be wept, but it can be returned to China far away-Elegy, a folk song of Han Yuefu

3. Humayu follows the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest —— Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han.

4. However, an inch of grass, enjoying three rays of spring, how much love is there-Jiao's "Wanderer"

5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Du Da Yu Ling by Tang Song Wenzhi.

Love poems with mountains and rivers

Lonely sails are far away from the sky. Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.

Hehe, I'm tired ~