Huizhou landscape painting

Poetry about Huizhou landscape painting 1 Ink painting poetry

Chen style ink landscape

Date: Tang Author: Fang Gan

Naturally skilled, it also belongs to the pen.

Listening to the stream like ice, the mountain seems to be burning.

Deliberate snow, sweat, sweat.

From then on, it should be difficult to be famous in the world.

Four Ink Screens of Taoist Xu

Year: Song Author:

The word "before the geese cross the wind" condenses after the rain.

I don't know who's son is, and he has established Jiangcheng with you.

The title Wang Qizong's Great Horizontal Ink Painting "

Year: Song Author: Fang Hui

Under the secluded grass of Wolong Peak, the small bridge outside the door flows by itself.

Handsome Wang Lang only counts a few strokes, and the clouds are pale in autumn.

View ink painting obstacles

Year: Tang author:

If it weren't for God's help, inkstone water might hide dragons.

Grinding an inch of ink sweeps a thousand peaks.

Stones piled up at the root of the wall and the bed was withered and loose.

Yuelu wears rats and Xiangjiang blossoms.

Hang clothes wet, dream pillow waves.

Just for less color, people are careless.

Ink and Rain Scenery on Yunshan

Year: Ming Author: Master Zhi 'an

Clouds are raining on trees, and streams are full of autumn sounds.

There is a pavilion on the rock, so there is no need for a castle peak.

Polygonum hydropiper, flowers and insects.

Year: Ming Author: Liu Ji

To love Polygonum multiflorum Thunb. In Jiangtou, Qiu Lai made a grasshopper's home.

Butterflies should follow their dreams when they seek fragrance, while wasps don't occupy my official position when they collect honey.

The song is cold, and the dragonfly is trapped in the night wind.

Painting and ink painting are shocking at first glance, but they are like a boat crossing red sand.

2. What are the poems about ink painting?

1, Xuan Mo number one.

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian

Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.

The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?

A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.

May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.

Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.

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Brilliant daylily was born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.

2. Mo Mei

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian

The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.

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There is a plum tree in the West Wild Goose Lake near my home, and the blooming plum blossoms are all covered with faint ink marks. Don't need others to praise its beautiful color, just need the fragrance of plum blossoms to diffuse between heaven and earth.

3. Mo Mei

Song Dynasty: Zhang Gui

Shuibian village, a valley on the hillside, was once blocked by flowers.

I still hate Dongfeng, but I hate it even more.

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In the valley on the hillside and in the village by the water, the scattered plum blossoms make passers-by sad. It has always been a pity that the east wind is interest-free, and the drizzle that blows more and more makes the dusk even dimmer.

4. Magnolia Officinalis was sent to Fen Liang southbound at the beginning of slow autumn rain.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Suspected general. Ink painting sparse window, lonely shadow light xiaoxiang. Qian Yi left Gao Wu, lit half a candle and discussed everything. Lotus skirt. Wind shear, ask tonight, who and Gai Yuanyang. Since then, I have been worried about everything and my dreams have been divided.

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Autumn drizzle falls on the sparse window, and the raindrop imprint seems to be an ink painting painted on the screen. Could you please carefully weigh the tall buttonwood tree and the burnt-out candle, so as not to add sadness to the pond at this time? The lotus leaf has been blown off by the autumn wind. Who will cover Yuanyang instead of the lotus leaf tonight? You will walk a long way on the road, and you will be very tired after that. When you wake up, you will only be accompanied by a chilling voice of sadness.

5. The Bamboo Map of Wei County Department is a poem by Bao Dakuo/Zhu Mo.

Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie

Yazhai lay listening to Little Zhu Xiao, suspecting that it was the voice of the people's sufferings.

Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about their feelings.

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When I was resting in the yamen, I heard the rustling of bamboo leaves, as if I heard the people crying and complaining. Although we are only small officials in the county, every little thing of the people is affecting our feelings.

3. Poems describing landscape paintings

1, "Fuchun to Yanling has a good landscape"

Qing Dynasty: Ji Yun

Like clouds in spring, as thick as thin smoke, the long shadows of trees are reflected on the river.

As the sun sets, I can't help but open the tent and sit. The river view of Fuchun River seems to be green.

Translation:

The mountains here are as thick as clouds in spring and as thin as smoke, and the uneven shadows of trees are reflected on the river.

As the sun sets, I can't help but push open the awning and sit down. The landscape of Fuchun River seems to be green.

2. "Zhichuan scenery"

Tang Dynasty: Dai Shulun

In May, the Matsushita Cottage was cool and pleasant, and the white sand enveloped Tingzhou and the lush forests in the distance in the twilight, showing a vast gray.

On the road, endless homesickness rises, and green mountains and green waters seem to be their hometown.

Translation:

In Panasonic in May, the thatched pavilion is cool and pleasant, and Tingzhou, which is covered with white sand and lush forests in the distance, melts into the twilight, showing a vast desolation.

Pedestrians on the road evoke infinite homesickness, and the green mountains and green waters here seem to be their hometown.

3, "Dangtu Zhao Yan Shaofu powder map landscape song"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Emei is higher than the western polar sky, and Luofu is directly connected with South Russia.

The famous public thought that waving colored pens would drive the mountains to the sea to focus on it.

Translation:

The mountains in the painting, such as Emei, stand upright in the sky at the west pole, and Luofu Mountain is connected with the South China Sea.

This painter is really a skillful craftsman who is good at reasoning. He opened the mountains and seas with colored pens and put them in front of my eyes.

4. Wang Dongting

Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi

The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.

Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.

Translation:

On Dongting Lake, moonlight and water blend together, and the lake is calm, just like an unpolished bronze mirror.

Looking at Dongting Lake from a distance, the landscape is as green as ink, just like a green snail in a silver plate.

5. The Candlelight Landscape Mural of Wei Shuqing in Jincheng, the younger brother of Song Tongzong.

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The powder wall of the high hall is full of flowers, and Cangzhou is clear before the candle.

Hongbo surges with the mountains, and Jiaoruo Danqiu looks at Chicheng across the sea.

Translation:

Above the white wall of Gaotang, there is a picture of a fairy mountain on the sea. Looking ahead with a candle, I want to go when I see the comfort of Cangzhou.

Fairy mountain is tall and majestic, surrounded by waves, and the mountains are as bright as autumn. It's far from the sea, and you can look straight at Chicheng.

4. Poems describing landscape paintings

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! An ancient poem describing mountains and rivers, Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Climbing Yueyang Tower, I've heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I finally climb this building.

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. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. If there is a spring boat on the lake, there is no end to the joy of thinking. No matter what the future holds, I will bear it.

And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, skimmed the flowers and entered the lake. At dusk, I turned to the valley to the west, where I could see the southern star on the other side of the mountain.

The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods. I choose to put aside all worldly things and just be an old man with a fishing rod. ..

Qingxi is from Wang Wei, and I have braved the wind and waves to cross the Huanghua River, and the thoroughfare is from Qingxi. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

Mount Zhongnan, with its huge height close to the city of heaven, connects Qian Shan to the corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

Meng Haoran's "Qiu Deng Wan Shan Send Zhang Wu", on a north peak among the white clouds, you found your hiding place. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.

Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. I looked down at the riverbank and took a flat-headed rest with the folks who came home.

The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang. On the eighth day of the first month, the lake here is an air with heaven. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

"From a berth on Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou", I ran with the river all night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.

Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.

On a clear morning, in a Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine shone on the treetops. A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.

In Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Villa", the mountains cover the day and the sea drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

"Liangzhou Ci" The Yellow River, far from the white clouds, is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

Poetry, Wang, Linjiangzhu and Mingluan continued to sing and dance. The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.

The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.

Li Bai used to play here when he climbed the Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing, so this place was named after them, but now he abandoned it to this desolate river. Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.

Three mountains and a half fall outside the blue sky, and Egret Island is wet. Because clouds can break the sun and hide his city from my melancholy heart.

"Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" pays tribute to Baidicheng, and a thousand miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

"Looking at Lushan Waterfall" Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke, overlooking the waterfall in Qianchuan. Flying down three thousands of feet, Ying is the Milky Way falling for nine days.

"Looking at Tianmen Mountain" Tianmen cuts off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu flows. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.

"Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Old friends say goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks will go down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

The Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao, where the yellow crane carried saints to heaven a long time ago, is now the only one left. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West, with a flat water surface and low clouds. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Ode to Mujiang is covered with sunset, half river rustling and half river red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

On the frosty night of Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge", Jiang Feng caught fire and slept. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Liu Yuxi's "Zhi Zhu Ci" Liu Lv Jiang Shuiping, I listen to the songs on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is ruthless and affectionate.

Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" is thousands of miles long, green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

"Take the mountain" away from the cold mountain, the stone road is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Zhang Hu's "Nanjing Ferry" Jinling Du Jinshui Mountain Building, pedestrians can worry about themselves overnight. The tide sets on the moon, and the second and third fires in Guazhou.

5. Landscape poetry

Du Fu

Wang Yue

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is!

Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.

The creator endowed all the mysterious nature here with elegance,

And then what? The day immediately enters dawn and dusk. ..

Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy,

Birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ..

Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see,

All the other mountains are dwarfed under the sky. ..

Climbing Yueyang Tower

I've always heard that Dongting Lake,

Now I finally climbed the tower.

My east is Wu, and my south is Chu.

I can see the endless floating of heaven and earth.

But my relatives and friends didn't give me news,

I am old and sick, and I am alone with my boat.

There are wars and mountains to the north of this wall.

How can I not cry by the railing? .

Looking for flowers by the river alone

Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,

Thousands of flowers bent the branches.

Butterflies have been dancing,

Charming songbirds sing freely.

Jueju

Two orioles sing green willows,

A line of egrets rose into the sky.

The window contains autumn snow in Xiling,

Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship.

Never dive.

Spring boat on Lake Ruoya.

Deliberate euphoria has no end,

No matter what happens, I will bear it.

Me and my boat, before the night breeze,

Pass by flowers and enter the lake.

Turn to the western valley at dusk,

I was there looking at Nanxing on the other side of the mountain.

The mist rose and circled softly,

The low moon slanted through the Woods.

I choose to put aside all worldly things,

But he became an old man with a fishing rod. ..

6. The Complete Works of Landscape Painting and Poetry

Complete works of landscape poems

1, "Passing the Old Village"

Tang Meng Hao ran

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.

2. Jiang Xue

Liutang 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 in his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

3. "Spring Dawn"

Tang Meng Hao ran

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

4. Night parking on Jiande River

Tang Meng Hao ran

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

5. Chai Lu

Don

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.

Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.

6. "birdsong flow"

Don

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

7. "Autumn in the Mountain"

Don

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.

8. "White Stone in Jingxi Mountain"

Don

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.

9. "Drinking builds houses in the human environment"

Tao Jin Yuanming

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.

10, Zhulou

Don

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

1 1, Chuzhou Xixi

Don Wei Wu Ying

Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

12, "Qiu Deng Wan Shan sends Zhang Wu"

Tang Meng Hao ran

Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit.

Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.

Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.

I looked down at the riverbank and took a flat-headed rest with the folks who came home.

The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.

I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

13, "Go upstairs in the pool"

Xie Jin lingyun

Hong Fei is potential and charming, which sounds far away.

Clouds are ashamed of Yunfu, and rivers are deep.

It is difficult to enter morality and wisdom, but it is difficult to return to the field.

Poor sea, lying empty forest.

I was lying on the pillow, ignorant of the season and climate, and I took a temporary peek.

Listen to the waves with your ears open, and look at the place with your eyes open.

At the beginning of the scene, the wind direction changed, and the new sun became old and cloudy.

Spring grass grows in the pond and garden willows become songbirds.

Qiqi hurts the song and feels the sound of Chu.

It is easier to live forever than to live alone.

Holding exercises is not unique to ancient times, and there is no sign of boredom today.

14, martial arts

Don Yang Jiong

The Three Gorges is 700 miles long, and it is said that Wuxia is long.

The heavy rocks are not extremely thick, and the mountains are green.

Cliffs are natural barriers, and berries are rotten.

You can see clearly at night, and there is no wind and waves.

Be loyal to what I do, boating will hurt!

Can be a mainstay, can float in Lvliang.

Where is the beauty now? Ganoderma lucidum is fragrant by itself.

The night apes crow in Shan Ye, and the guest tears touch the petticoats.

15, seven up

Xie Jin lingyun

Heart accumulates in autumn morning, and morning accumulates in exhibition.

Lonely guests are sad and turbulent, and the journey is arduous and steep.

The shallow water is gurgling, and the setting sun shines on the mountains.

If the barren forest is crowded, the whining birds will scream.

If you are mourned by something, you should keep it well.

It not only captured the emperor's heart, but also could not blame the previous generation.

Seeing Yanzi's color, I think it belongs to Rengong fishing.

Who said that ancient and modern times are different, and different generations can be in tune?