Poetry about living in seclusion in Jiangnan

1. Poems about seclusion

Tao Yuanming

Part One

There is no suitable vulgar rhyme, and one’s nature loves hills and mountains. He falls into the dust by mistake. In the net, thirty years have passed.

The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about their old abyss. I have opened up the wilderness in the south, and I have returned to my garden.

A square house of more than ten acres, a thatched house Eighty-nine rooms. The back eaves are shaded by elms and willows, and the peach and plum blossoms are in front of the hall.

The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is lingering. Dogs bark deep in the alley, and cocks crow on the top of the mulberry trees.

There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is plenty of leisure in the empty room. After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature.

Second

There are few people in the wild, and there are few wheels in the back alleys. The sun is hidden in the daytime. Jing Fei, I have endless thoughts about wine.

At that time, people returned to the ruins, walking around in grass. There were no words when they met, but the road was long.

Sang Ma The sun has grown long, and my land has grown vast. I am often afraid of the arrival of frost, and the scattered grass is scattered.

The third step

Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings and there are few. I am so filthy that I bring the moon and the hoe back home.

The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew stains my clothes. I don’t regret the stains on my clothes, but my wish is true.

The fourth

I have been traveling in the mountains and rivers for a long time, and had fun in the wild forests. I try to take my children and nephews to walk in the ruins.

Wandering among the hills and ridges, people still live there. There are remains of wells and stoves, and mulberry and bamboo trees are broken. Rotten plants.

I asked the firewood collectors, how are they all like the firewood collectors? He told me that there will be no remnant after death.

This sentence is true if you abandon the court and market in one life. Life is like Illusion will eventually return to nothingness.

The fifth one

I can only return my sorrow and hatred, and I have experienced rugged and winding roads. The mountain streams are clear and shallow, and I can wash my feet when I encounter them.

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Poems about "seclusion" include:

1. Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, "Drinking and Building a House in a Human Land"

Original text:

The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses.

How can you do this? The mind is far away from itself.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.

Translation:

Living in the human world, but without the hustle and bustle of cars and horses.

Ask me why I can do this. As long as you are ambitious, you will naturally feel that the place you are in is secluded.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, the Nanshan Mountain in the distance comes into view.

The atmosphere in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good. There are birds flying back with their companions.

This contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don’t know how to express it.

2. "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

Translation:

The empty mountains were bathed in a new rain, and the falling night made people feel like it was early autumn. The bright moon sheds clear light from the gaps in the pines, and clear spring water flows on the rocks.

The noisy sound in the bamboo forest is thought to be the return of the washer girl, and the swaying of the lotus leaves is thought to be wandering up and down the boat. The fragrance of spring may as well be allowed to fade away, but the kings and grandsons of the mountains in autumn can stay for a long time.

3. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields (Part 3)" by Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Original text:

At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.

The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.

Translation:

Beans are planted in the fields at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. The result is lush grass and sparse bean seedlings. I get up early in the morning and go to the fields to weed out weeds. At dusk, I carry the hoe back under the moonlight.

The narrow path is overgrown with vegetation, and in the evening dew wets my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet, I just hope I don't violate my intention to go into seclusion.

4. "Residence in the Mountains" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

Loneliness covers the wood door, and the vastness faces the falling light. There are crane nests and pine trees everywhere, and few people visit the pigeon gate.

The green bamboo contains new powder, and the red lotus sheds its old clothes. Fireworks are going up at the crossing, and water chestnuts are being collected everywhere.

Translation:

Close the fence door tightly in silence, looking at the setting sun in the vast twilight. Cranes roosted all over the surrounding pine trees, and visitors to Chaimen were sparsely neglected.

The tender bamboo joints have been covered with a new layer of pink, and the old lotus flowers have long shed their red robes. There are dots of fishing sparks at the ferry, and people fishing for water chestnuts are coming and going in boats everywhere.

5. "Questions and Answers in the Mountains" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

Asking me why I live in the green mountains, I smile without answering and feel free.

The peach blossoms disappear in the flowing water, and there is no other world than this world.

Translation:

Someone asked me why I live in seclusion in Bishan. I smiled and didn't answer, feeling at ease.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom and the flowing water disappears into the distance. There is a different world here, how can it be the human world?

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Sogou Encyclopedia - Mountain Q&A 3. Poems about those masters living in seclusion in the mountains

"Mei Taoist Water Pavilion"

Era: Tang Author: Meng Haoran

Proud officials are extraordinary officials, and celebrities are Taoists.

Living in seclusion and being invisible, there is no reward for high talk.

The water is close to the source of immortality, and the mountains hide ghosts and valleys.

Come to the lost place again and ask about the fishing boat under the flowers

"The Hermit"

Era: Tang Author: Du Mu

Return to the Seclusion Mountain , Don’t worry about the mountains being in ruins.

Be courteous and know your temperament.

Believe in the score and play the piano incorrectly, and it is difficult to get the medicine.

Donggao is also self-sufficient, so he feels ashamed to be at peace with each other from afar.

"Composition on Wine"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You

Where is Xianmen Anqi? The river goes up to Kunlun and opens.

The white clouds are no longer old in seclusion, and the lonely crane comes from the Liao sky.

The scenery on the Spring River is leisurely and beautiful, and the tide of Green Pudong is beginning to calm down.

Playing the flute in Baling at dusk, hanging a high sail to cross the Xiang River at dawn.

Everything in the world is changing, and we will be like Taiximo Bronze Man.

Take off your fur to get wine and borrow fragrant grass, and get drunk in the pot with your wife in the spring. 4. What are the poems about "living in seclusion"

1. "Questions and Answers in the Mountains" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Asking me why I live in the green mountains, I smile without answering and my heart is at ease.

The peach blossoms disappear in the flowing water, and there is no other world than this world.

2. "Mountain Dwelling" by Tang Wangwei

Loneliness covers the wood door, and the vastness faces the falling light.

There are crane nests everywhere and pine trees, and few people visit the pigeon gate.

The green bamboo contains new powder, and the red lotus sheds its old clothes.

Fireworks start at the ferry, and water chestnuts are collected everywhere.

3. "Answer" The Hermit of the Tang Dynasty

Occasionally, he would come to sleep under a pine tree and sleep on a stone.

There is no calendar day in the mountains, and it is so cold that I don’t know the year.

4. "Partridge Sky: Lin Duan Mountain, Bright Bamboo Hidden Wall" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Lin Duan Mountain, Bright Bamboo Hidden Wall. A small pond filled with cicadas and decaying grass.

I can see birds from time to time when I turn over the blank page, and the red pods in the water are fragrant and fragrant.

Outside the village, next to the ancient city. The stick quinoa slowly turns to the setting sun.

It rained in the middle of the night last night, and it was cool all day long.

5. "Partridge Sky: Living in the Green Smoke and Falling Lights" by Lu You, Song Dynasty

Living in the Blue Smoke and Falling Lights, everything in the world has nothing to do with it.

I poured out the remaining jade and walked through the bamboo, rolled up "Huang Ting" and lay down to look at the mountain.

If you are greedy and arrogant, you may as well show off your appearance wherever you go.

Yuan Zhi’s creation has a different heart, but he is old and heroic! 5. Poems describing seclusion

1. Spring is early on the lake, and Tian’s family is busy. ——Qiu Wei's "Inscription on Farmer's Cottage"

2. Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees. ——Wang Wei's "Jiyu Wangchuan Village Work/Autumn Return to Wangchuan Village Work"

3. Holding an ax to cut down the distant Yang, the lotus hoeing the spring veins. ——Wang Wei's "Pastoral Works in Spring"

4. The high fields are like stairs, and the flat fields are like chess boards. ——Yang Shen's "Out of the Suburbs"

5. At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"

6. It rains outside a curtain of doves, and there are several idle fields, with spring hoeing across the water. ——Zhang Yan's "Crossing the River Cloud· Long-term guests from Shanyin recall Xihang with vague and sad thoughts when spring comes again and again"

7. There are no silkworms in summer to weave mulberry to fill the village, and the fields are wasted in spring to plow calves and labor. ——Du Xunhe's "Inscription on the Cottage Where I Live"

8. At noon on the day of hoeing, sweat dripped from the soil. ——Li Shen's "Two Ancient Songs/Two Songs of Compassion for Farmers"

9. Outside the bright fields of white water, behind the green peaks coming out of the mountains. ——Wang Wei's "Xinqing Ambition"

10. The threads of the green carpet are picking up the early rice, and the nepotism of Qingluo is showing new flowers. ——Bai Juyi's "Spring Title on the Lake"

11. Farmers recruit boats for love, and the spring grass is green for thousands of fields; ——Zhang Ji's "Lu Men Ji Shi"

12. Water The fields are full of rice leaves, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low. ——Xu Ji's "Xinliang"

13. When you harvest rice, every grain of it is fat and fragrant. ——Huang Xieqing's "Miscellaneous Odes of the Tian Family in Autumn"

14. The green mulberry trees reflect the Pingchuan, and the Tian God laughs and chatters noisily after the game. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Tian Family"

15. Sell new silk in February and sell new grain in May. ——Nie Yizhong's "Ode to the Tian Family/Hurt to the Tian Family"

1. Even if there is no land, I am still dancing happily, not to mention the hope of the new year in the fields. ——Zeng Ji's "Su Xiudaozhong"

2. The green spring waves fill the Qianpi, and the clouds are as far as the eye can see.

——Wei Zhuang's "Rice Field"

3. The fragrance of rice flowers means a good year. Listen to the sound of frogs. ——Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night"

4. When Tian Fu arrived with his hoe, he met each other and talked to each other. ——Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia"

5. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and roosters crow at the top of the mulberry trees. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1"

6. Only by working diligently and conserving your industry can you have enough food for several months. ——Huang Xieqing's "Miscellaneous Odes of the Tian Family in Autumn"

7. The rain is full and the fields are white, and the grass is plowing in the middle of the night. ——Cui Daorong's "Tian Shang"

8. Sunflowers in the green garden, the morning dew awaits the setting sun. ——Anonymous "Long Song Xing"

9. The light rain brings new flowers, and a thunder startles the insects. ——Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Jia"

10. When visitors travel to the fields, every house is closed. ——Yao He's "Zhuang Ju Ye Xing"

11. On Qingming Day, every house is late for fire. ——Wang Jian's "Cold Food"

12. Once you cry in the city, all your tears will return to the fields. ——Yuan Jie's "The Revenge of Farmers and Ministers"

13. Don't say that the wine tastes weak and the millet fields are unplowed. ——Du Fu's "Three Poems of Qiang Village·Part 3"

14. There is little popular rhyme, and one's nature is to love hills and mountains. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1"

15. There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death. ——Li Shen's "Two Ancient Songs/Two Songs of Compassion for Farmers"

16. People on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are harvesting red beans after a light rain, and their bare hands are raised under the trees. ——Ouyang Jiong's "Nanxiangzi·Road into Nanzhong"

17. Walking out the front door alone, looking at the wild fields, the moon is bright and the buckwheat flowers are like snow. ——Bai Juyi's "Village Night"

18. Children and grandchildren have not yet left for farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons by the mulberry tree. ——Fan Chengda's "Summer Pastoral Miscellany Part 7"

19. The rice roots are like blocks, and the field water is one foot wide this year. ——Fan Chengda's "Summer Pastoral Miscellaneous"

20. The fragrance of ripe rice is ten miles west, the hibiscus fence has fallen bamboo silk, and the hanging mountain fruits are green and yellow. ——Fan Chengda "Huanxisha·Jiangcun Road"

1. It is easy to deal with money and money even if there is land in the wilderness. ——Wang Shouren "Relegated to Liangjue, please learn from the peasant general Tian Nanshan and sing his words to express your feelings"

2. Opening up the wilderness in the south, Shou Zhuo returns to the garden. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1"

3. The wind and waves in the vast expanse do not remember Su. Thousands of wheat carts ride on the snowy clear river. ——Su Shi's "Huanxisha·Ten thousand hectares of wind and waves do not remember Su"

4. Although it is hot in May, the wheat wind is clear, and the ropes on the eaves are ringing and the cars are singing. ——Wang Jian's "Tian Jia Xing"

5. There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there. ——Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Jia"

6. People at that time did not realize the hardships of farmers, and would say that the grain in the fields grew by itself. ——Yan Renyu's "Farmhouse"

7. The mulberry trees are abandoned but still taxed, and the seedlings are collected after the fields are deserted. ——Du Xunhe, "The Widow in the Mountains/Shi Shi Xing"

8. The bird carried wild grass in its mouth and strayed into the dry mulberry trees. ——Li Bai's "Grass in the Trees"

9. Get on the bus and drive to Suqian North, where thousands of hectares of beautiful fields are spread. ——Lu Wengui "Encountering Snow on Suqian Road"

10. Thousand-layered stone trees are walking along the road, and the sound of water flowing from the mountains and fields is heard. ——Yao Nai's "Mountain Travel·Cuckoo Feifei Encourages Early Plowing"

11. The fields are small with sparse fences and winding paths. The cloud trees bloom at dawn. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Popular Beauty·Sparse Fences and Winding Paths in Tianjiaxiao"

12. The flying cuckoo advises early plowing, and the hoe is plowed to take advantage of the spring. ——Yao Nai's "Traveling to the Mountains·Cuckoo Feifei Encourages Early Plowing"

13. Those who are ashamed and do not plow will have food and money left in the village. ——Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Family"

14. The Tian family has been idle for a few days, and farming has begun. ——Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Jia"

15. There are several clumps of sand and grass and a flock of gulls scattered, and a heron flies across the vast river field. ——Wen Tingyun's "Lizhou Nandu" 6. A collection of poems about Jiangnan

Jiangnan poetry sings about the good Tang Dynasty in Jiangnan·Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar in the past; the sunrise and the river flowers are redder than the fire, and the spring is as green as the river. blue.

Can you not remember Jiangnan? Recalling Jiangnan, Tang Dynasty, Huangfu Pine. The orchids are falling, and the dark red bananas are on the screen. Leisurely dreaming about the ripe plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boats playing flutes and the rustling rain, and people talking about the bridge by the post.

Recalling Jiangnan by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty Spring is gone! Thank you, people from Los Angeles. The weak willow tree lifts its sleeves from the wind, the orchids in the bushes seem to be soaked in dew, and even sitting alone is full of tears.

Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Su Dongpo of the Song Dynasty The spring is not yet old, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting. If you try to stand on a transcendent stage, you will see half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers, and mist and rain cover thousands of houses.

Looking to the South of the Yangtze River in Double Tune, Longevity and Autumn Waters by Liu Chenweng of the Song Dynasty. The nine-chao island in the sky is slowly rising, and the person in front of you is smiling.

People sing their own lyrics. There are chrysanthemums under the fence, one branch after another.

The flowers and water beg you for thirty dendrobiums, and the autumn wind remembers my poem. When keeping the evening fragrance.

Two tunes looking to the south of the Yangtze River, Longevity Zhang Cuiweng, Song Dynasty Liu Chenweng Seven days later, the board of directors will meet in front of Kenqian. During the second month of the month, the river will stop at 13,000 rivers.

The sun is going to be a drunken feast. The song is about snow, except it is said in the snow.

Looking at the repeated failures of the Immortality Department, what is the use of orange millet in front of me? Singing to myself as the Magpie Bridge Immortal.

Jiangnan Hao/Reminiscences of Jiangnan Song Dynasty·Zhao Shixia The sky is surrounded by water, and the water is far away and connected with the sky. The sky is pure and horizontal, the cold moon is rippling, and the water, light and moonlight are both.

The moon reflects the sky in the water. People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to combine in ancient times.

When the scenery is good, the heart feels happy, and when the heart is far away and happy, the scenery should be beautiful. Stop talking to the common people.

Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Zhu Dunru of the Song Dynasty The sun is shining brightly, and the moon invades the bed at first night. The dew lies beside a clump of lotus leaves, the hibiscus is fragrant and the water is cool.

On the pillow is a fairyland. Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Zhou Bangyan of the Song Dynasty The wandering prostitutes dispersed and circled back to the embankment alone.

The fragrant grass carries the smoke and the water meanders, and the dense clouds hold the rain in the dark west of the city. Jiumo is not stained with mud.

Under the peaches and plums, the Spring Festival Gala is not a success. Outside the wall, you can see flowers looking for the way around, and horses are passing by in the willow shades, and orioles are singing.

Everywhere is miserable. Recalling Jiangnan by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty There are countless hatreds, and the utmost hatred is at the end of the world.

The mountains and the moon don’t know what’s going on in their hearts, the water and wind are empty, and the flowers in front of them are falling, and the blue clouds are swaying. After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower.

Thousands of sails are not the same, the slanting Hui veins are long and the water is long, and the heart is broken by Bai Pingzhou! Looking to the South of the Yangtze River, Song Dynasty·Dai Fuzhu, there are unfinished parts to continue the Four Songs. There are thousands of scrolls hidden in the three rooms of the knotted house, and a single stroke of a brush can amount to a thousand pieces of gold.

There are friends all over the world. Just outside the door is Huyin.

Walking along the Wanliu embankment and having fun, singing when drunk on Baihua Island. Live up to your lifelong ambition.

Jiangnan Liu Song·Zhang Xian Sui The embankment is far away, the waves are sharp and the road dust is light. Today and in ancient times, there are many farewells on Willow Bridge. It makes me sad to see people parting ways, not to mention caring about oneself? After the slanting light, the new moon rises over the West City.

I lean on the towers high in the city and hope that my body can be like a moon pavilion and accompany you thousands of miles. Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty Idle dreams are far away, and the southern country is in full bloom.

There are orchestral music on the boat on the river, and light dust is flying all over the city. Busy killing the flower watchers! Idle dreams are far away, it is autumn in the southern country.

Thousands of miles of cold mountains and rivers are far away, and a lonely boat is parked deep in the reed flowers. The flute is in Yueming Tower.

Looking at the South of the Yangtze River/Reminiscing about the South of the Yangtze River by Wang Qi of the Song Dynasty On the south bank of the Yangtze River, the clouds and trees are half sunny. The sails have gone and the sky has aged, the tides have risen and the sun has set.

The north and the south are separated from each other. The ups and downs of things are the same through the ages.

The fishing market is dawning in the solitary smoke at the foot of the mountain, and the drizzle is deep in the restaurant beside the willow. Travelers should not come here.

Jiangnan grass is as easy to plant as it is to be traced. The orioles' tongues are confused as the fallen flowers are reflected in the deep reflection, and the souls of Nanpu's guests disappear due to the green fascination.

Fighting against the green robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and the tenderness is overwhelming.

It rains at night in the distant green land, and there is a faint tide on the cold sand. Who dreams about Lan Tiao?

Jiangnan water, the river road turns to flat sand. The rain is coming, the smoke is gathering, the wind is clear, and the waves are blowing out cold flowers.

Deliver the stars far away. A man of fame and fortune, wandering and yet to return home.

In front of Xisai Mountain, the fishermen sing far away, and the geese walk diagonally on the waves in Dongting. Conquer and stay at the end of the world.

The swallows in the south of the Yangtze River are gently blowing in the embroidered curtain wind. In February, the new society in the pond passed, and the old palaces of the Six Dynasties were empty.

Jie Jie Xun Xidong. Wang Xiezhai once entered Qitang.

The smoke path passes over the flowers and flies far away, and the dawn window scares the dreamer with hurried words. Partially accounted for the apricot garden red.

The moon in the south of the Yangtze River fills the west building in the clear night. When the clouds fall and open, the ice spits out the mirror, and the jade hook sinks deep in the waves.

When will the round and the vacancy rest? The stars are far apart, and the wind is blowing into the new autumn.

Dangui doesn’t know how to shake her heart, but Su’e should be sad to say goodbye. ***Yuyou in the sky.

Jiangnan wine has a strong taste. I lie drunk in the deep alley in the spring breeze, looking for the fragrance at dawn to the east of the small bridge.

Bamboo leaves are covered with golden bells. The sandalwood board is drunk, and the people's faces turn red.

On the pavilion of green apricots, yellow plums and reds, there are anchovies and bitter bamboo shoots on a jade plate. If you are drunk, you can attack with worry.

The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is lightly cut into the clouds. The Qiong tree is suddenly surprised by the early arrival of spring, and the plum blossoms feel the dawn fragrance is cold.

Leng Yingqing Qing Huan. The toads and jade are so different that it’s easy to watch them again in the clear night.

It is a pity that the dancing hero is disabled.

It rains in the south of the Yangtze River and the wind fills the Changchuan River. The smoke from the green tiles dims the willow bank, and the fragrance of red silk penetrates the plum blossom sky.

Floating and elegant. Morning and evening, they grow up in front of Chu Feng.

On a cold night, I am worried about wearing a gold pillow, and at dusk the river is deep and the magnolia boat is closed. The smoke and waves are connected far away.

Jiangnan bamboo is clear, moist and extremely fibrous. The deep path is intended to accommodate two phoenixes, and the back courtyard reflects the blooming peach blossoms.

The wind and moon shadow linger. The cold jade is thin, and the frost and sleet are urging each other.

The pink tears flowed empty and the makeup was there, and the sheep cart once came near the green branches. Don’t cut the dragon flute lightly.

Fisherman's Song by Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and mandarin fish are fat in the flowing water of peach blossoms. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.

Dream of Jiangnan, Qing Dynasty·Qu Dajun Sad about fallen leaves, the time when leaves will never return. Even if the tree is full of flowers after returning, the new branches are not the old ones.

And the water flows slowly. Suxin City, Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli. Most of the spring sunshine is in the willow branches, and long strips are picked and inserted in restaurants.

As far as the writer's cold food is concerned, the village songs and dances are even more romantic. Titled Juehai Temple by Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty, the smoke from the furnace is thick and the water sinks into the rhinoceros, and the wood surrounds the Zen bed and the bamboo surrounds the stream.

When I have time off, the cicadas miss the tall willows, and the setting sun is in the west of the bamboo shade. Magpie Bridge Immortal Wu Qian of the Song Dynasty The boat was moored yesterday, the dangerous pavilion was whistling alone, and the clouds were scattered thousands of miles away.

The heavy rain from the front mountain came across the stream, washing away the heat of the world. At dusk, the crows and trees are at the end of the day, and the birds are setting in the sky. There is a sense of autumn.

The crazy boy, Ma Yinu, congratulated Xinliang, but he didn’t say it, and the west wind started blowing again. Fragrant cakes and bait, fresh fruits and vegetables are available to thousands of households begging for tricks.

In the end, personnel and affairs are all in vain, and there is not much to come and go with the bottom of my heart.

A foolish man fantasizes about watching Yinhan at night, hoping to wait for the cloud chariot to fly across.

Who would have thought that the Ox Girl has reached her old age and is in a happy mood. All the rivers are red---He Xing Yue Bo Tower and the rhyme of friends. The sun is thin and cold, the sky is bright, the country is splendid, and there is a frosty leaf.

Thousands of miles away, the west wind blows away the geese and makes them cry several times. Geng Geng's intentions can be known from heaven, but who can say that Youyou hates her so much.

Leaning on the langan, I shed tears on Guanshan Mountain, separated by flat grass. .Carrying a short sword and a long cylindrical waist.

The great ambitions of the past are now glorious. There are rivers and lakes, and the water clouds are deep and wide.

I want to kill the rat, live, and bury the flying cat in nine places, but the pitiful black rabbit gallops in two directions. I envy the canal, sweep the cliff with strong pen, and write different articles.

On the first day of February, people watch lanterns day and night. Chen Qingzhi of the Qing Dynasty. The streets are full of ladies and gentlemen, and the lights illuminate the blue sky. The flute and flute have become a scene of spring, and I still suspect that tonight is the Lantern Festival.

Take a walk on the Ten Scenery Pond. The Hengtang is like a field with a barrier, and the names of the ten sceneries are not complete for a long time. Only the cauliflower harvest is good in autumn, and the yellow clouds and yellow brocade are as good as before.

Night mooring in Shaocun Ming·Tan Yingxiang The reeds make the sound of autumn, and the light boats moor in the evening. The customer is satisfied. 7. Poems about returning to seclusion

Tao Yuanming’s five poems about returning to the garden and living in the fields (my favorite) The house is surrounded by people, without the noise of cars and horses.

How can you do this? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain.

The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten the words if I want to distinguish it. I went to live in seclusion in Fan Shi with Li Twelve Bai. Li Hou has some good sentences, which often sound like a shadow.

Yu Yidong is a guest, and he pities you like a brother. Drunk and sleeping in autumn, we walk hand in hand with each other.

I want to live in a secluded place even more, and look for Bei Guosheng. I am happy when I enter, and I am waiting for the little boy Qing.

When the scenery falls, I hear the cold pestle, and the clouds surround the ancient city. I have always chanted the praises of oranges, but who wants to ask for the soup? I don’t want to talk about hairpins and wats, but I love the vast sea.

King Su Changling lived in seclusion in Chang Jian. The clear stream was unfathomable, and there were only solitary clouds in his hiding place. There is a faint moon among the dew among the pine trees, and the clear light is still for you.

There are flowers in the thatched pavilion, and there are moss patterns in the pharmacy. When I left, I saw a group of Luan and Cranes in the Western Mountains.

Seclusion Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Shao Tang In Jiewu Shuiyun Village, the dust from cars cannot reach the door. The flowers are strong in spring, and the moon is left without a trace.

The ink ribbon is wet with new inscriptions, and the mash is muddy due to spinning. There are many fame and fortunes, but who understands the solitary dolphin?

Ji Li lives in seclusion by Du Xunhe. From childhood to old age, he lived like a cloud and a crane in response to difficulties. You don’t have to spend money to buy Khe Sanh, just come and see.

Two poems about Zhang's seclusion by Du Fu "Spring Mountain is without companions and we seek each other alone. Dingding Mountain is even more secluded when we cut wood." It's cold and snowy in the rest of the stream, and the sun sets from Shimen to the forest hills.

Don’t be greedy to know the gold and silver energy at night, and watch the elk swimming in the morning from afar. I am confused as to where I came from, and I am suspicious of you.

My son met me when I was young, and I invited you to stay later. Jitan is full of wild animals, and spring grass and deer are blooming.

Du Jiu prefers to work and persuade, but Zhang Li does not ask for help. The mountain road in front of the village is dangerous, but there is no need to worry about returning home drunk.

Autumn is dark in the mountains. After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn weather comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.