Recommend a few ancient poems about "Old classmates gathering in Lushan"

"Seeing Off Guests on the River to Visit Mount Lu"

Tang Dynasty·Zhang Ji

Chu guests see each other off and bathe in their clothes by the spring water.

The weather conditions are good in the evening, and we are sailing on the river.

Flowers reflect the new forest bank, and clouds bloom in waterfalls and springs.

My heart should be here, and who can I pass the good words to?

"Climbing to the top of Mount Lu and looking at the mountains"

Wei and Jin Dynasties·Xie Lingyun

The journey to the mountains is not limited to a certain period of time and cannot be stopped when the distance is too far.

But in order to cover up the faintness, the menstrual cycle resumed.

Climb the wall to see the dragon pond, climb the branches to see the breast cave.

Ji Gorge suddenly reopened, and the plain road was gone.

There are many places in the mountains, and there is no trace of the comings and goings.

The sun and moon are blocked day and night, and there is frost and snow in winter and summer.

"Send Liu Si to Xia County"

Li Qi of the Tang Dynasty

The red luan stands in the sky, and the jade branch grows alone in the sky.

If Liu Houzhi can do this, his heavenly bones will naturally be so beautiful.

It has been famous for twenty years and traveled thousands of miles in one step.

The whole world loves the Prime Minister's Pavilion, but my heart only loves the Yichuan water.

To be free from snobbery is like dust, but to be proud is just a human being.

Xinshi became a literary hero when he was a few years old, and wrote to Penglai Palace in the past.

The emperor of the Ming Dynasty paid homage to the Qilin Pavilion, and looked at the jade boy with a naked chariot and a horse.

Masters come and go. Lushan Mountain is far away, and hermits come and go by Zhang Changgong.

Funan sugar cane is as sweet as honey, mixed with lychee and Longzhou orange.

Chixian’s traditional poems are full of dramas, and the white clouds and solitary peaks shine forever.

Hold the handboard in the morning to watch the birds, and recite the Lankavatara in the evening to the empty room.

As soon as I went out to slaughter Fenhejian, the people in the Ming Dynasty got off the bus and the officials were at leisure.

It’s even more peaceful to sit in court, with Wu Xian Mountain just around the corner from the door.

Men plow and women weave, Menghuihua, the wheat is ripe and the pheasants sing to grow the autumn crops.

Next year when the Nine Governments discuss their merits, the Five Establishments and Three Conquests will be here.

I heard that there was an old man living in Tongxiang, and he wanted to build a memorial hall for him in the town.

"Sending Zhang Sheren Zuo Jiangzhou and Xue Quan Shi Yun"

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

The belts are tied to the Ming Dynasty, and the official is the only one who pays homage. Listen to silver pods in the morning and say goodbye to golden horses in the evening. ?

It is not easy to accept a resignation, only when you know how many people are there. There is no romance in the Qing Dynasty, but there is elegance in the high literature. ?

Hu Zuojiang goes up to the state, and should come down from Xunyang. Traveling backwards to Sanxiang, the long journey takes hundreds of homes. ?

The incense burner comes out from the distant peak, and the stone mirror is clear from the lake. Dong Feng's apricot trees grow into trees, and Tao Qian's trees grow full of chrysanthemums. ?

Fan Li always likes it, Lushan is my heart. I want to send you to think of a long way, and I want to sprinkle it with a few lines.

"Ascension to Heaven and Yilu Liujian"

Chu Guangxi of the Tang Dynasty

The real person lived in Langfeng and played clear Shang music.

The listeners are the Queen Mother, Ling Ling and Se Qin.

Sitting facing three flower branches, walking with the shadow of five clouds.

The sky is long and Kunlun is small, but the time is long and Penglai is deep.

Looking up from Yuhua Palace, looking down at Shouyang Cen.

China is also pure and must have its own ups and downs.

It's a bitter journey, and the wandering son sings.

When I meet a scholar in Lushan Mountain, my thoughts turn into gold.

If there is no rain or snow in Taishan, who can have no intention of returning home?

If you are happy in Yunhan, you can come and find me.