An eternal poem about peace.

1. Poems about tranquility Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, you never tire of looking at each other.

I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to look at me like this.

Rain and wet clothes are invisible, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence.

Feather drunk me, the first floor of the romantic tube sank into the lake.

I don't know who I am when I'm drunk. I am not a crane in Feiyun.

Birds sing in the empty mountains, and people live with white clouds. The gurgling spring is in my heart, and the fish are playing in the deep pool. The wind blows the mountains and the moon moves. The world of mortals gathers and scatters like a dream, and is deeply sad.

The heart is always as comfortable as white clouds, and everything has the meaning of running water.

Ask rain what is loneliness? Listen to the sound outside the window. Clouds are light, and lewdness is harder to find.

Nanqi is my favorite, while Dongpo loves bamboo.

The clouds and water are gone, and the heavens and the earth are empty.

It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to be blown into the north wind.

The water is long and clear, and the snow window is high and the clouds are flat.

Romantic heartless people secretly change, and the old tour is like a dream.

The flower branches near the water back to the embankment also shine on the Qingjiang River and silt.

What are bitter dreams and troubles? All the old things are self-disturbing.

Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, you never tire of looking at each other.

White stone comes out of Jingxi, and red leaves are sparse in cold days. There is no rain on the mountain road and the air is green and wet.

2. A poem describing desolation 1. From Wan Fuyong, this life is full of glory. -Li Bai's "Jack Youth Field Tour"

2. White wine is freshly cooked, and yellow chicken pecks millet and autumn fat. -Li Bai's "Nanling children don't go to Beijing"

If you want to be weak, you will feel guilty. If you feel guilty, you will feel clear. If you feel clear, you will understand. -Xue Mingxuan "Reading Record"

4. Singing, getting drunk and masturbating, dancing and watching the sunset glory. -Li Bai's "Nanling children don't go to Beijing"

5. Climb the pole to pick Zhu Shi and take medicine for alchemy. -Li Bai's "Tiantai Wang Xiao"

6. When peaches and plums are young, who can penetrate the sky? -Li Bai's "Long Songs"

7. Ask Wei Chuanlao, rather than invite an item. -Li Bai's Return to the Peak

8. Last year, I hit Sangganyuan, and this year I hit Onion River. -Li Bai's "Traveling South and Fighting North"

9. Don't praise happiness and don't destroy anger. -Harry's Ling Zhen.

10. If the world is a big dream, why work hard for it? Just lying in front of us all day drunk and slumped. -Li Bai's Drunk in Spring

1 1. Dream around the border town and fly to the old country building. -Li Bai's Early Autumn in Taiyuan

12. The husband is a prince and was imprisoned. -Li Bai's "Qin Female Practice"

13. Greedy people are never satisfied. -Master Hongyi's French practice

14. Take off the towel, hang the stone wall, and let the wind out on it. -Li Bai's Summer Mountain

15. A group of towering skyscrapers, happy to forget the years. -Li Bai's Seeking Harmony, Respecting Teachers and Living in Seclusion

3. Poems that express the bleak life of the ancients. 1. Drinking (5)

Author Tao Yuanming, Wei Jin,

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

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Living in the world, there is no noise of horses and chariots. Ask me why I can do this. As long as you aim high, you will naturally feel your place is secluded. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, Nanshan in the distance comes into view. The smell in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good, and birds come back with their companions. It contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don't know how to express it

Second, the Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple.

Author Chang Jian, Tang Dynasty

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.

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Walking into this ancient temple early in the morning, the rising sun reflected the Woods on the mountain. The path hidden by bamboo forest leads to the depths, and the flowers and trees before and after the meditation room are lush and colorful. Bright mountain scenery makes birds happier, and the clear pool water makes people feel relaxed and happy. At this moment, everything was silent, except the sound of ringing the bell.

Third, pass by the old people's village

Author Meng Haoran, Tang Dynasty,

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

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My old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse. Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city. Open the window to the grain field and vegetable garden and raise a glass to talk about crops. The Double Ninth Festival is here. Please come here to see chrysanthemums.

Fourth, rice fields.

Author Wei Zhuang, Tang Dynasty.

Green waves are full of spring waves, and clouds are as fat as eyes.

It's not just the little egret, flying through the clouds to the painting.

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Green water is rippling in the pool, and endless deep fields are in the distance.

What's more, egrets can't see a thousand points, so they wear Yunfei smoke to this painting.

Verb (abbreviation for verb) A farmhouse by the Weihe River.

Author Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty

Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.

There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

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The village is full of the afterglow of the sunset, and cattle and sheep are returning along the deep alleys. The old man was thinking about his grandchildren who were eating grass. He waited in his firewood with a crutch. Pheasants are chirping, wheat is heading, silkworms are asleep, and mulberry leaves are sparse. The farmers returned to the village with hoes, smiling and reluctant to part. How can I not envy being so comfortable? I couldn't help singing "Decline" in frustration.

4. What are the poems that describe aestheticism, dullness and tranquility? Yu Meiren.

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

Second, the Jade Case Yuan Xi

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East. It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.

Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Three "Xijiang Moonlight Walk Huangsha Road"

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

Four "Wuling Spring Festival Evening"

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.

Five "Huanxisha"

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.

5. Plain poetry sits alone in Jingting Mountain and never tires of looking at each other.

I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this. Can't see the rain wet clothes, can't hear the silent feathers on the ground. On the first floor, I am in charge of the lake.

I don't know who I am when I'm drunk. I am not a crane in Feiyun. There are birds in the empty mountains, but people live in white clouds.

The gurgling spring is in my heart, and there are fish in the pond. The wind blows the mountains, and the moon shines.

The world of mortals gathers and scatters like a dream, and is deeply sad. The heart is always as free as white clouds, and its meaning is like running water.

Ask rain what is loneliness? Listen to the sound outside the window. Light clouds and hazy smoke make it harder to find good colors.

South chess is good, Dongpo loves others. The horizontal knife is a hundred mountains, and the sword light is.

Clouds and flowing water go away, and heaven and earth are empty. It is better to blow incense into the north wind than to wait for death in the branches. The water is long and clear, the snow window is high and the clouds are flat and the moon is ruthless, and the old tour is like a dream.

Flowers near the water return to the embankment, like Qingjiang River and mud. What is the bitter dream of making trouble? All the old things are self-disturbing, sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, never tired of looking at each other.

The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce. There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.

The lake is calm and flat; You are in the blue reflection. Personal finishing, suggestions! Nasdaq.