Seek 10 Tang poetry and Song poetry (the shorter the better).

Su Shi's works:

spiritual song

Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. Dream with the wind Wan Li, looking for lang, also be warbler.

I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers. Where are the traces when it rains? A pool of ping is broken. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.

Yongyule

Pengcheng spent the night in the Swallow House and dreamed of it because of this word.

The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Jumping fish in a curved harbor, lotus dew in a round place, but not alone. -like three drums, one leaf is loud, and the dark dream clouds are broken. The night is boundless, and I can't find a place. I feel that I have traveled all over the small garden.

Tired of tourists from the ends of the earth, I returned to my home in the mountains and looked at my hometown. Swallow house is empty, where is beauty? It's like a dream in ancient and modern times, but there are old joys and new grievances. At different times, the night view of the Huang family is a sigh of Yu Hao.

Man Jiang Hong

Jianghan comes from the west, and the tall buildings are deep grapes. Or bring your own, sea of clouds and waves, Jinjiang spring scenery. You are a legacy of Nanshan, and I am homesick for foreigners. Are you heartless about this room and the scenery? Speak diligently.

Biography of Jiang Biao, stop reading. Crazy Chu Shi, what a pity. The empty continent is desolate for parrots and reeds. Don't just laugh at the literati fighting the bottom, Cao Gong and Huang Zu are erratic. May you give immortal poems and chase the yellow crane.

Jiangchengzi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is expected that the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short pine hill.

Dong Xian ge

When I was seven years old, I met an old man named Zhu from Meishan. I forget his name. He is over ninety years old. He said that he joined Meng Taste Palace, the master of Shu. One day, on a hot day, Lord Shu and Mrs. Hua Rui enjoyed the cool air on the Maha pool and made a sentence that Zhu Ju could remember. Forty years ago, Zhu had been dead for a long time. People don't know this word, but they remember its first two sentences. What is the fairy song in leisure time? This is a ball of feet.

Jade bone with ice muscles, cool and sweat-free. Fenglaishui Temple is full of faint fragrance. Embroidered curtains open, a little bright moon peeks at people; People don't sleep, but lie on pillows and temples.

Hands up, the family is silent, and when you see the stars, you see the river. How about the evening? The night is midnight, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope turns low. But when the west wind will come, there is no way to secretly change the time.

Xijiang month

In Huangzhou, I swim in the water at night in spring. Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk. Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. I realized that. The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human. On the bridge pillar of the book.

According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass. It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.

Huanxisha

Clothes and towels rustle with jujube flowers, and cars ring in the south and north of the village. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.

The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage.

Ding Fengbo

On March 7th, it was raining on Hu Sha Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, pretending to be the word.

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.

Prelude to water melody

Chen Bing drank a lot in the Mid-Autumn Festival, got drunk and wrote this article, and got pregnant.

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. I can't stand the cold at the top of the mountain. I dance to find out what my shadow looks like on the earth.

Turn to Zhuge, arrive at the wild lake, and take pictures without sleep. There should be no hate, everything is biased towards other times. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Niannujiao Chibi misses the river and never returns, a romantic figure through the ages. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.

Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. The black silk scarf of the feather fan is in tatters. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, and a bottle returns to the moon.

Huanxisha

Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west.

Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. At dusk, the rain is whispering.

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!

Jiangchengzi

I said juvenile madness, which led to yellow on the left and pale on the right.

Golden hat, mink and fur, thousands of riding rolls and leveling posts.

If you want to report the whole city to the prefect, you will see Sun Lang.

After drinking wine, my chest is still open and my temples are slightly frosted. What's the harm!

When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei?

I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.

Butterfly Hua Lian Spring Scene

Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around.

There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.

Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing.

Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.

Huangzhou ding hui yuan bu operator residential

The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.

At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.

Zhao junfen

Who made three moves in huanyi and broke the dream of green window? The crescent moon and the sad smoke filled the river.

Whether you want to go or not, tomorrow will be the end of the flower. Flocculant is delivered to the ship, and water flows eastward.

Minus word magnolia spring moon

In the spring afternoon, the fragrant mash danced. Nine winding corridors, dancing steps, trees among trees, half withered, and the wine is fragrant to plum.

Light clouds, thin fog and moonlight on such a spring night are the time for young people to enjoy happiness. Unlike the autumn moon, people who cling to leave are injured twice.

Xie Yu Road, Xumenshitan, Huanxisha

One is to watch the fish in the dark red warm sunshine, even the stream is green and black, hiding in the dark at night. Huang Tong and Bai Lao are together.

Although elk are not used to meeting people, apes don't have to bark when they smell drums. The theory of returning home and picking mulberry grains.

The second is to spin red makeup to see the monarch, and to stab the fence door in 3355. Touch each other and tear her skirt.

Young and old help wheat harvest society, Wu Yuxiang Dance God Village. When you are drunk, you lie in the dusk.

Third, the leaves of hemp leaves are bright, and whoever cooks cocoons is fragrant. The fence is charming and the words are distorted.

Chenopodium is drunk, soft and hungry. Ask when the bean leaves are yellow.

Li Qingzhao's works

well

I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.

Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.

How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

well

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.

Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Dianjiangchun

Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

Dianjiangchun

Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.

Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.

Huanxisha

Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you should be late.

The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.

Huanxisha

In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.

In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

Huanxisha

The spring is chilly, the jade stove is full of smoke and lingering, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.

Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.

Huanxisha

The bun hurts the spring and combs more, and the evening wind falls to the courtyard at the beginning of plum blossom, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon.

Jade duck smoked the brain, Zhu Ying covered the tassel, and rhinoceros also relieved the cold.

Huanxisha

Embroidered hibiscus smiles, leans on Baoyu duck's fragrant cheeks, and guesses.

On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection.

Complain about one's feelings

At night, God's mouth removes makeup late, and the plum calyx sticks. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return.

People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Back to Hong Sheng, the broken rinspeed, the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.

The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

The wind is soft, spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples.

Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear.

within walking distance

The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring.

The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

Every year in the snow, I often get drunk with plum blossoms. I don't want to touch all the plum blossoms, so I win tears all over my clothes!

I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.

Qin Yi goose

Forests, chaotic mountains and thin smog in Ye Ping. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.

The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.

Pick mulberry seeds with words

Who planted banana trees in front of the window? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart.

Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening!

Spread happy sand.

Rub the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.

Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.

Spread happy sand.

The sideburns have gradually become sparse, with white hair, lying in bed, looking at the waning moon on the window screen. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.

Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus.

Wulingchun

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 boat won't move. I'm worried.

Zui Hua Yin

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

Nangezi

The milky way turns in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs. Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night?

The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown!

The resentment of the prince and grandson

The lake is windy, autumn dusk, and red and fragrant. Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite.

Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early.

Quail day

The cold locks the window, and the phoenix tree should hate the night frost. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.

Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.

Quail day

Plain, light, soft, fragrant only when it is far away. Why light blue and deep red? This is a first-rate flower.

Ding Mei is jealous, Ju should be ashamed, and the painting column opens in the Mid-Autumn Festival. A poet can be cruel, but he didn't see anything that year.

Lou Yuchun Hongmei

Is Hongsu willing to break through Qiongbao and explore the end of the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.

The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.

Konakayama

When spring came to Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they didn't bloom evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.

Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains penetrate the faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.

Linjiangxian

The courtyard is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually clear, and the Fuling tree returns in spring, making people old and healthy.

I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.

Xin Qiji's works

Caisangzishu Boshan Road Middle Wall

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.

Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say that I am still resting, but I say it is a cool autumn.

Huanxisha, together with Gao Shu and Zi, is like a play of Sushan Temple.

Today, the pollen is even. Why does Liu frown? The east wind blows rain, which is thinner than dust.

Self-mockery is like lewdness, and now I am more pregnant with trees. Bored sadness and hatred are new.

Bodhisattva filled the Confucius Wall in Jiangxi.

How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai! Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains!

Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains.

Ye Prime Minister Bodhisattva Manyan Pavilion

Qingshan wants to talk down-to-earth, with thousands of troops. The misty rain is low, I hope not to come.

People always worry when they talk on their heads. Sha Ou clapped his hands and laughed with a sad face.

Wangshi Temple, Ledu Boshan, Qingping

Hungry mice ran around the bed and bats danced around the dark oil lamp. There is a breeze blowing in the room, and it is raining hard. I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows.

From the northern frontier to the south, and now retired to the forest, it is already an old face with white hair. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

The village has low eaves and green grass by the stream. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?

The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

I read it in the book Qingping Music School Mountain Garden.

Li Anyun Songzhu, everything starts from now on. The meat and liquor at the head of the bed are cooked with crutches first.

Children are stealing a long pole in Lizaoshan Garden in Xifeng. Don't surprise others. I will sit quietly and watch.

Ruan Langgui gave Zhang Chu's father a promotion in Leiyang Road.

The lights in front of the mountain are flashing, and towards dusk, a cloud is floating around the mountain. The partridge heard the voices of several families living in the village. I was on the lonely Xiaoxiang Road, and I seemed to meet an old friend.

When the young man also learned that Zhuge Liang was holding a feather fan, holding his head high and commanding thousands of troops to fight the enemy with ease. Nowadays, the withered fu evokes the soul, and the Confucian crown is even more wrong!

Taixu often refers to Jiankang Mid-Autumn Festival as Lu Zhifu.

A round of autumn shadows turned to golden waves, and the flying mirror was re-ground. Ask about Heng E wine: What a pity!

It's easy to go by the wind, and Wan Li is in the sky and straight down the mountains and rivers. Going to Guangxi is more humane and clear!

Xijiangyue asked his son Cao to pay for housework.

Everything is fleeting, and after a hundred years, another village will emerge. What is the most suitable now? Drunk, swimming, sleeping.

Take advantage of the early eager opportunity to accept and pay more. Nai Weng is still in charge of something, bamboo tube mountain tube water.

Zhegutian Xiti Village Residence

Chickens and ducks flock together and don't close the door at night. Sang Ma grows more than the roof. I don't care about anything, I envy rural life very much; Don't eat anything, just eat.

The new willow and the old sandbar flowed last year to combat the flow. I said I have children here, and I will hire Zhou if I don't marry Jin.

Partridge Lake and Goose Lake came back from injury and began to work.

The pillow creek hall is cold and autumn, and the clouds break through the water and harvest late. Red-violet snuggled up to each other like a drunk, and Bai Niao was speechless and worried.

Books are enterprising, and taking a break, one mountain and one valley is also romantic. I don't know how weak my muscles are, but Chueh-hsin is too lazy to go upstairs.

Send someone away on partridge day.

Tears haven't dried yet, so we need to do more work and eat more. The water is connected, as if the trees on both sides of the river extend into the endless distance, and the dark clouds with rain buried half the mountain.

There are thousands of hatreds in the past and present, only parting is joys and sorrows. It's not very sinister, but the journey of mankind is even more difficult.

Fu Dai was a partridge.

In the evening, Western jackdaw in the west is sad, and Liutang is green but gentle. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.

Heartbroken, tears are hard to collect, and acacia belongs to xiaohonglou. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.

Yulouchun Opera Fu Yunshan

Who left Shantui at midnight? Looking up at the four directions is a cloud, guessing that it is a dry cloud. Usually relatively few peaks, they can't find them anywhere by the river.

The west wind swept through the clouds and suddenly saw a pillar in the southeast. The old monk clapped his hands and said he was happy that Qingshan was still there.

What can you see from the script of Queqiao Xianshan?

In the summer in Matsuoka, Mao Yan is sheltered from the rain. How many degrees of leisure are there? Drunk to help the lonely stone see the flying spring, but it is a place before waking up.

The master marries a woman, and the west is a woman. It has become a thousand hectares of rice flowers, which spend every night and dew every day.

Two nights after the Mid-Autumn Festival, Tasahang Gengxu took the lake to a special port to drink.

Jathyapple Loutai, Chou-heung Courtyard, people come and go cheerfully. Who is sad when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad!

Divide cups and plates, sing and dance at leisure, and ask him what's so sad about? It's also sad to think about it. It's rainy and windy on the Double Ninth Festival.

Tasha and Zhao Guoxing know rhyme.

My way is leisurely, quietly worried, and the most boring place is Qiu Guang. There are crows outside the west wind forest, and there are many rotten grasses under the setting sun mountain.

I remember being good for a long time. At the age of four, Chen also took Xianyang Road. Who do you feel sorry for when you get to the book? So far, this meaning is still unknown.

This storm will wreak havoc in late spring.

A few days in spring are like strong wine, and it takes thousands of minutes to get drunk. When you are old, every spring is like a sick glass of wine. Only a small curtain of tea lotus root turns fragrant.

When flowers run out, the wind changes. Don't hate, flowers bloom and fall, and want spring breeze. Who can see the return of spring? Swallows meet in the sunset when they come.

Set a storm to send Lu to be punished and return to Shangyuan.

You can say goodbye when you are young, but you dare not write farewell poems when you are old. There are no geese in the south clouds. You see, plum blossoms also relieve lovesickness.

Infinite mountains and rivers have not yet traveled. Senior, you don't need to look at the standard with tears in your eyes. When will Ding Ning be in the future? Remember, when the spring breeze lights up on the tenth day.

The childlessness endowed Chen Tongfu with sophistry.

Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn.

Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. Despite the king's world affairs, he won a name before he died. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!

Zhu Yingtai order

At the end of spring, Baochai parted, Taoyedu crossed and Nanpu Ada was dark. I'm afraid of climbing up high-rise buildings. It's windy and rainy for nine days in ten days.

The heartbreaking patch is about to be washed away, and no one cares. Who will call prostitutes to stop?

Look at the temple. Try to count the flowers in the psychological period.

Luo Zhang's lamp is faint, sobbing in his dream: it is his spring that brings sadness. Where does it lead? But I don't understand, I'm going home!