Poems describing Penglai Fairy Island

Poems about Penglai Fairy Island 1. Please give me some sentences or poems about the description of Penglai Fairy Island

The complete works of Mao Zedong's poems, seven ancient chanting frogs sat alone in a pond in 191, resting their spirits under a shady tree. When spring comes, I won't speak first. Which insect dares to speak? Five ancient holding Yi Changtao went to Sijunshen in June 1915. Thinking that Jun Jun doesn't come to worry about killing Fang Nianyou laments more than enough. Hengyang geese sound deeply, Xiang Binchun slips back to the sensual pleasure, wandering around Nancheng City, grass, tears, tears, and tears. Picking up more than a lonely scene, sunset, Heng Yun's western period, raising and swimming, and the bandits think forever. From now on, at midnight, the chickens will crow, and the chickens will sing, and the sweat will diffuse in Donggao, Ran Ran. There is an island in the sea and a mountain in the north, and I have done my best to clean up my family's grievances. I died early in my childhood, and my tooth piano was the most painful. Zhu Huachun was disgraced, and then there were thousands of days who were with * * * Looking at the spirit and recommending a glass of wine in my life is bleak. Why do you send Jiang Tianshui to Hong Qi Gu to Zong Yu? Lang Dongxing in 1918, Yunkai Hengyue accumulated yin and stopped Tianma Phoenix in the spring tree. Young and outstanding, Jia Cai's mountains and rivers were strange. This gentleman's trip was a great song, and Kunpeng hit the waves. From this beginning, Dongting Hunan rose from the sky, and the huge ship pointed to the east for no reason. What happened to Wan Li's husband when he was blown by the east wind? How can I manage my own body and heart? The sun and the moon are always new and beautiful. The world is famous in the past 5 years. There are many friendships before the official. Chongming has brought water to the horse's clothes and swords. I have books to return to the cliff. Four-character poems mourn my mother's sudden death in October 1919. I have seven sons and seven sons. The rest three are Dong Min Qin, other infertile women and two men. My brother has worked hard to prepare for the calendar and suffered from illness. All the sad history can't bear to die. When Xu Wen spits today, he wants to speak only at two ends: one is a virtue, the other is a hatred for my mother's high wind, and the first is fraternity, distance and closeness. All of them are covered with Kai Yi's kindness, touching the love of ordinary people, and the original sincerity is not false, and there is no deceit. put in order's temperament is not subtle, and his mind is precise, and his feelings are clear. However, if the person's personality is at the end of the three cardinal principles, if he is ambitious, he does not reach for it, and he does not get mental pain, then his children will be able to raise it. If he is not familiar with the disease, he will take care of his heart and colon, but he will have a good family and love, or he will be grateful or tired, and his relatives and friends will be effective. Addendum is missing. I am here to nurture my heart. When will the spring glow report to the haze? When will the fine birds die? My mother will not die. Although the spirit will last forever, she will repay her kindness one day, and she will accompany her relatives one day. Today, it will be too long, but it will be too short. At this time, after the family has finished this ceremony, it will be a long time. What is it like for the young girl to give Yang Kaihui a pillow in 192? It's hard to know how to get dressed and sit in the cold and dawn. All thoughts are gray and tired, and there is no trace of a broken moon flowing westward. There is no reason for He Xinlang to give Yang Kaihui a gift. In 1923, he waved his hand from here and went to the corner of his eye, complaining that his eyes and eyebrows seemed to hate tears, and he still lived until he understood the misunderstanding. Fog counts as knowing that you and I are sick. Do you know if the frost is heavy at present? Dongmen Road shines on Hengtang for half a day, and the moon is sad. So the whistle is broken. From then on, the lonely journey at the end of the world is like the collapse of Kunlun Mountain by cutting off the sorrow and hatred, just like the typhoon sweeping the whole world, and the spring of the cloud-covered Qinyuan, Changsha, was independent in the cold and autumn in 1925. Xiangjiang River went to orange island to see the red-covered forests of Wanshan Mountain. All kinds of frost and sky competed for freedom and disappointment. Ask the vast earth who is in charge of the ups and downs and brings hundreds of couples. Once you recalled the past eventful years, the students and teenagers were in their prime, and the scholars lashed out at Fang Qiu, pointing out the mountains and inspiring the writing dirt. In that year, thousands of households remembered whether they hit the middle stream and stopped the flying boat. In 1927, the nine factions flowed to China, wearing a misty rain in the north and south, locking the turtle and snake, and the yellow crane knew where to go. Jiangyue Autumn Harvest Uprising In 1927, the army called the workers and peasants' revolutionary banner, sickle and axe. The area around Kuanglu didn't stop. It was necessary to go straight to Xiaoxiang and oppress the landlords. The peasants were all in the same hatred. During the autumn harvest season, there was a thunderous riot. Xijiangyue Jinggangshan was surrounded by thousands of banners at the foot of the hill in 1928, and the drums were heard at the top of the hill. The enemy was besieged, and I stood still. The barriers were already more severe. The guns on Huang Yangjie reported that the enemy was fleeing at night, and the music was clear, and In 1929, the sudden change of the situation in the war and the resumption of the war between warlords were all resentful. Huang Yang reappeared the red flag and leaped over the Tingjiang River and went straight down to Longyan and Shanghang to clean up Jin 'ou. It was really busy to collect mulberry seeds. In October 1929, life changed, but it was hard to grow old. In Chongyang, the yellow flowers in the battlefield were particularly fragrant. The annual autumn wind was not as strong as spring, but as vast as spring. The frost in Wan Li was like a dream. In January 193, New Year's Day, Ninghua was clean. Guihua Road is deep in moss and slippery in the forest. Today, it points to Wuyishan Mountain, where the wind shows the red flag. Magnolia Guangchang Road is picturesque. In February, 193, the sky was white and snowy. The military situation forced the red flag to cross the mark. Where did you go on this trip? Yesterday, 1, workers and peasants went to Ji' an to fight against the first big encirclement and suppression. In spring, 1931, all the trees were frosty and the sky was red and the sky was red. The soldiers were angry and the fog was full of dragons and hills. In unison, I called on the front to catch Zhang Huizan, 2, troops to re-enter Jiangxi, and the wind and smoke rolled in for days and a half, arousing millions of workers and peasants to work together to stop the red flag chaos at the foot of the mountain. Fishermen proudly opposed the second big encirclement and suppression in 1931. In the summer of Baiyun Mountain, there was a cry that the clouds were dying and the trees were rotting, and the gun forest forced the general to fly into the sky. On the 15th, the water in Jiangxi Province was boundless, and the mountains in Fujian Province swept away. Some people cried for help, and Bodhisattva was a great cypress in 1 In the spring of 28, the red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple were dancing in the sky. After the rain, the setting sun rose and the mountain burst into the sky. In that year, the village wall in front of the cave was decorated in a fierce battle. This mountain looks better now. In the summer of 1934, the East wanted to know that Mo Daojun had traveled all over the castle peak before the old scenery. The peak outside Huichang was even higher than the peak. The soldiers pointed out that South Guangdong was more lush. The sixteen characters made three mountains faster from 1934 to 1935. The horse whips before it gets off the saddle and looks back three feet from the sky. The second mountain falls into the sea and turns over the river. The huge billows are rushing and the horses are still fighting. The third mountain pierces the blue sky. The sky is not broken, and it depends on it. Recalling Qin E Loushanguan, in February 1935, the west wind was strong.

2. Poems describing and praising Penglai Wonderland

1. Linjiangxian Capital Yuanxi Song Dynasty: Mao Kun heard that Chang 'an lights are good at night, and BMW wheels are carved like clouds.

Penglai is shallow and shallow. The jade emperor opens the blue sky, and the silver world loses dusk.

anyone who sees the haggard guests in the south of the Yangtze River is worried and lazy. The small screen is cold and fragrant.

when the wine is strong, you fall asleep in spring, and the window breaks through the moon to find someone. It is said that the Lantern Festival in Bianjing, the capital city, is full of lively lights at night, with gorgeous vehicles and handsome BMW as many as clouds in the sky, just like the realm of immortals.

The Jade Emperor opened the blue sky, and the stars and lodgers in the sky fell one after another, which made the "silver world lose its dusk". No one saw e68a84E8a2ad32313335323631343133236333313333333333333333333333335, and my wife had long lost interest in the prosperity of the Lantern Festival. Only in the boudoir, by the "small screen", she was alone in the incense, and the incense was getting cold and condensed.

Only when I am drunk can I get rid of loneliness in my dreams. Only the moon comes to me through the broken window of the guest house. Second, Xinsha Tang Dynasty: Lu Guimeng's small embankment rose amid the roar of the sea, and the seagulls knew it after the official knew it.

Penglai has a road to teach people to go there, so it should also pay taxes on Zizhi every year. In the remote Bohai Bay, with the ebb and flow of years, a small sandbar finally silted up.

seagulls fly around the sea all day, but it was the government that first discovered this sandbar. If there is a road to Penglai Fairy Island, then the government will collect the tax of Zizhi from the immortals every year.

Third, reminiscing about the past and going to Penglai Pavilion Song Dynasty: Zhang Yan asked where Penglai was, and it was still romantic, Qing Jiang, Wan Li. Don't talk about immortal things, then immortals have them, that is, idle people.

laugh at me for waking up drunk several times, and the stone will sweep away the yin. It's hard to recruit a fanatic, but it's hard to give a fragrance, and it's hard to sing.

pitch into the past, sigh for a hundred years who is there, and stand alone. ...Night now yields to a sea of sun, look at Wolong and dream, and fly into autumn.

still listening to the sound of water going eastward, the mountains are cold and there are no clouds. The eyes are extremely cold, and the rustling Han Bai is worried about Maoling.

Ask where the Fairy Mountain in Penglai is, but the romantic situation is still different, and the boundless guest is alone. Don't talk about immortals. Immortals don't exist. Only by giving up the worldly troubles can they be real immortals.

How many times did Ying Xiao Wo wake up alone and get drunk, sweeping the stone floor under the pine shade? But it's hard to get back a fanatic like He Zhizhang, and there's no one to give me. I'll just whisper loneliness.

In a blink of an eye, many things have become a thing of the past, sighing that "you were born less than a hundred years ago, and you are always worried about being a thousand years old" and leaning against the railing alone. At dawn, the sun rises in the sea, mountains soar like dragons, people are in dreams, and everything goes into the deep changes in autumn.

I heard the sound of the great river rushing away, and the valley was gloomy without white clouds. I look at the cold weather with all my eyesight and miss the lush Berlin in Maoling. I don't know what kind of devastation he is suffering now.

Fourth, drunken Penglai Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian was in love with the morning clouds, the evening rain was fading, and the peaks were leaning against each other. Wu Xia Gao Tang, lock Chu Palace Zhu Cui.

Draw halberds to move to spring, make up to welcome horses, and go to the city of Yichuan. Wan Li threw himself into the wilderness, dressed in a shadow, and became He Huan.

Go all the way to Qiannan, go to Tianchiwu, and look at China. Zunjiu court, there are Chinese and Korean scholars.

the cheeks of litchi are red and deep, the musk deer navel is full of fragrance, and they are drunk and singing. Du Yu's voice, urging people to know, is better than returning.

It's raining in the morning, the smoke is dense, and the peaks in the clouds are snuggling up to each other. Standing on the upstairs of Wushan County, overlooking the balcony of Chu, imagine the scene where King Xiang of Chu dreamed of meeting the goddess.

In the bright spring, the honor guard of the palace marched, and people dressed in colorful clothes greeted the cavalry and walked towards the city. There is nothing to be happy about being relegated to a desolate place and feeling sorry for the shadow.

After arriving in Qianzhou, the higher the mountain, the more dangerous the situation, and the farther away from the Central Plains, which cut off the line of sight overlooking the capital, but the homesickness flew to China across Qian Shan. The local officials who have been relegated to the relegation place put on a banquet and celebrated the court.

drunken dancing is full of exultation, full of fragrance, full of sound and songs, beautiful face and rich fragrance. Listening to the cuckoo sound by sound until dawn, calling "it is better to go home."

Fifth, the Third Hall of Penglai hosted a banquet to celebrate the establishment of Zhongnanshan in the Tang Dynasty: Du Shenyan Beidou hung on the edge of the city, and Nanshan leaned in front of the hall. The cloud is marked with gold, and the tree is hanging in the jade hall.

the mid-ridge is full of good air, and the mid-peak is surrounded by smoke. I hold a birthday present, and this is Dai Yaotian.

The Big Dipper hangs on the edge of Chang 'an City, and Mount Zhongnan seems to lean against the third hall of Penglai. Gorgeous palaces on the mountain soar into the clouds, and exquisite pavilions hang high in the treetops.

There is fresh auspicious breath floating halfway up the mountain, and clouds and smoke of auspicious breath surround the peak. I hold a wine to celebrate the birthday of the emperor, and wish to live in the middle of peace and prosperity forever.

3. Poems about Penglai

Penglai is looking for Yaochi Road in vain, but there is a curtain pavilion on earth.

Xin Qiji's "Wandering Wuyi, Writing Ten Poems of Eulogizing, Appearing as an Unhappy Man", Penglai Courtyard is a closed rooftop girl, and the painting hall sleeps all day without words. Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Man" strayed into Penglai Island in search of truth, but the fragrant wind did not move the old Songhua.

Wei Ye's "a note left for an absent ecluse" goes through the flowers in the green path, and the red chamber presses the water, seeking fragrance and going to Penglai by mistake. Yan Jidao's "Treading on the Sand" sends residual clouds, leaving rain in Penglai, and you should also dream about it.

Wu Wenying's "Ruihexian" is a little fragrant Penglai, but I can't worry about it, and Zhu Jiao is beautiful. Wu Wenying's "Weichi Cup" is getting closer and closer, and the autumn is getting full, and Penglai is double-missing.

Yan Yu's "Man Jiang Hong" counts the green hills, which refers to a room in Penglai. Georgie's "Before the Temple" opened his eyes and looked at Penglai: half covered with smoke and half buried with clouds.

Zhao Yugui's "Order to Fold laurels" arrives at the shore. Please look back. Penglai Palace is in the middle of the sea. Bai Juyi's "Looking Back at the Gushan Temple in the West Lake Late at Night" is looking up at the sea today, but Penglai is not a fairy.

Du Mu's "My Topic" once went to Penglai Palace, and the north porch sill was the most merciful. Du Fanchuan's "Posting the Title of Kanroji Beixuan" is wrong, and Penglai is safe.

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4. Poems describing Penglai Wonderland

The poet of "Taoyuan reminisces about an old friend, Master Chongyang, and leads him to Penglai Pavilion": Ma Yu Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty genre: Ci Feng Xian and I have a Penglai banquet.

□ Play Penglai Qingyi. Penglai, a sea city, appeared.

the tiger roars in Penglai Garden. Longyin Pan circled Penglai Hall.

he controls the phoenix in Penglai. Dan Xian Penglai nine turns.

it should be selected by Penglai. Poet of "Remembering the Old Friends in Taoyuan": Ma Yu Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty Genre: The word Kunlun Mountain welcomes Penglai profile.

connect the foot of Penglai cloud. Different scenery Penglai Huihuo.

the clouds turn into Penglai cranes. The golden wind turned Penglai Pavilion.

has its own Penglai elixir. Fairy Penglai is really happy.

keep Penglai promise. Poet of "Ode to Butterfly": Jia Penglai Dynasty: Song Dynasty genre: no thin wings, fragrant powder, new clothes dyed yellow, romantic who is like, two or two nights in the greenhouse.

Poet of Autumn Night: Jia Penglai Dynasty: Song Dynasty genre: no elegant dew, cool breeze moving in Luobo. The wooden box covers the incense Wan, who is embroidered with * * *.

the firefly shade is sparse, and there is little smoke in the animal stove. The fragrant flame of the silver cylinder is extinguished, and the Cui Hua twinkle is removed.

Poet of always in my heart: Jia Penglai Dynasty: Song Dynasty genre: without a pearl, the ice muscles and jade are cold. Apricot beams inhabit only swallows, while rhombic mirrors cover lonely bears.

the residual trees are withered and yellow, and the round lotus is wet and dry. Embroidered curtains give birth to colorful paintings, and there is shame under the window.

Poet of "Spring Dawn": Jia Penglai Dynasty: Song Dynasty genre: no square pool, thin water shadow, beautiful singing of birds. The mirror is red and cold, and the moth's eyebrows disappear.

melting leaves a tender calyx, and meditation leads to soft strips. Fingers collect flower dew and gently adjust snow powder.

Poet of Painting a Peach Inscription: Jia Penglai Dynasty: Song Dynasty genre: heavy platform without vermilion color petals, which was once Liu Lang's old opinion. So we have to plant it in the clouds, so don't teach it to move closer to the laity.

Poet of "Xie Zi Hui Xie": Jia Penglai Dynasty: Song Dynasty genre: Juanjuan sent a general far away without lotus petals, and embroidered Luo Youdai had fingertip fragrance. The bow is bent and there is no place to go, and you can see the geese flying independently in the shade of flowers.

the poet of boudoir: Jia