A poem with time.

Poems about Shu 1. Poems about jade are as sparkling as mountains and Yu Yun, and pearls and glorious water can have good connotations.

"Partridge Day" Yan's little father has seen Yu Di before, and the silver lamp is too enchanting.

Who can hate getting drunk in a song? I'm still drunk after singing. Spring is so quiet, spring nights are so long, and there is no dawn.

Blue sky * * * Yao. Dream soul used to pick up freely, and stepped on Xie Qiao.

When is the autumn moon in Chris Lee, Yu Meiren, and how many people know its past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. How much sadness can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward.

How deep is Yulouchun's yard? Cold plum is like snow, and the curtain is not heavy. Jade building carved fence patrol smelting place, the wall is high and the sky road is not seen.

Snowstorm at dusk in the first month. Only in Wen Chun do the gates close at dusk.

Tears ask flowers to be speechless, and snow is one year old. A prune, Li Qingzhao, red lotus root, residual jade in autumn.

Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. [Magnolia] Wei Chengban's little hibiscus is fragrant and beautiful, and the Jasper Hall is deep as water.

Close the treasure chest, cover the gold shop, and drag the sleeves against the screen. The fireworks are charming, and the Quzhu Yuanyang sleeps with brocade wings.

Looking at the quiet acacia with sadness, a pair of smiles and fragrant buds. [Magnolia] Ouyang Jiong's husband is soft-hearted, and he doesn't come to book or send it.

The bird, which was idle and independent, fell off and struggled to put the slave into the deep yard. It's boring to sleep under the green screen window, and it's not worrying to sleep.

This year, I remember last spring, I got drunk under the magnolia. Rizhao Lou Yu is full of flowers, drunk and lying upstairs in spring.

The green wind sends the little warbler sound, and the dream cannot be separated from the jade pillow. I like to see the scenery in the evening, and the Treasure Pillar and Qin Zheng will try it again.

The green moth greets with a smile and drinks the water from the begonia flower. In the early spring, it was misty and rainy in Yulou, and the cherry blossoms outside the curtain were half withered.

The golden urn smells cold and embroiders cold, and I am disappointed to remember my husband. The mirror is full of makeup with the sound of invading Xiao que.

Daimei's double points can't be traced, so it's left to Yu Lang to paint in Japan. In ancient jade poems, Su Shi's Flying Fairy in the Spring Rain was also chosen by accident, and his life was at stake.

But poetry can't be written, such as writing about the sky and the sun. Seven words in the dream, Jade Dan is in my arms.

In a word, Penglai and I lost our virginity. Penglai is still empty, protecting its weaknesses and infertile its talents.

The upper bound of the government is enough, and the fallen gods should retire. At night, I travel at the bottom of the river without stopping in my chest. I travel alone with my creation.

There was no wind to take me to Yu Zhou County, and I suddenly crossed the building by the river in the middle of the night. In front of the building, the heavens and the earth are boundless, and the moon soaks in Qiu Jiang.

Clouds dance without dust, and the jade emperor cracks the stone fish and worries about the dragon. The lungs and liver are suffocating, and they are sad and cold.

Looking back at a real dream in the world, who can pay more attention to manners! Under the moon, Yang Wanli smells the flute, and the water is natural, and the toad light chain is silver. Bi Xiang, three and a half cups, Dr. Jade Emperor.

Xiaowan is still strong, she is happy and hardworking. Whoever transmits this song complains about it.

Yang Wanli, who is about to return to the hospital, lost his poems in Liu Bian, and the Jade Palace retired at the beginning, but the Golden Gate horse did not hiss. There is a place deep in the courtyard, and the dark mark of the willow is lost.

Spring is boundless, and the green silk dances as before. The wind and smoke forget the distance, and the castle asks the height.

It snows and warblers outside, and the sunset is covered by phoenix. Shaoling is the end of the road, and things are dedicated to poetry.

It's the first snow written by Mr. Feng and Mr. Liu, and the first snow written by Ouyang Xiu fills in the blanks in the evening. The morning light is more floating, and the air is cold and loud. Qionghua has a fairy stick, and the jade palace recognizes the robe.

It's fun to talk straight. Usually the wine belongs to me. I envy you for being invincible when you were young, although I can't drink very well.

Li Shangyin looked at the usual Qujiang green chariot, Kong Wen midnight ghost elegy. Today has not returned to the whole city, and the Jade Palace still divides Yuan Bo.

When I am dead, I still remember the smell of Huating crane, and I am always worried about the crying bronze camel of the royal family. Although eternal change of heart is broken, it is not much more than hurting spring.

The capital of Wudu is located in the south of the city. You can know Huai Si by painting the wild, and the stars should fight bullfights. The jade model is ambitious and the yellow flag is beautiful.

Sanfenba, Wan Li lives in China. The high platform faces Maoyuan, and the flying pavilion crosses Qingxi.

Jiang Tao is like a plain cover, and the sea is like a pearl building. Wu tends to enjoy himself, but he also seems to swim in the mirror.

Stay at Xiangshan Temple in Longmen in autumn night and send a message to Wang Fangcheng, who is 17 years old, asking Li Bai to send you to Haidong and stay at Longmen at dusk. Shui Han is in a rush at night, autumn trees fall, and Shan Ye is empty.

Looking at the sky, you can enjoy the quiet valley. Last month, my eyes were full of sand, and my heart was clear.

Jade bucket horizontal king households, galaxy Geng Hua palace. Xing) in space bound recovery day, did not end the joy.

Prince Feng Jiaji, West Lake Huai Yuangong. Guizhi sits bleak, and Dihua is no longer the same.

I hate sending dirty water, but I can't be poor. On the tenth day after that, the plum blossom of Myrica rubra Wan Li young tree bloomed in the snow all night, and the snowflake invaded the morning when it came back.

That is, it is not snowflakes that urge plum blossoms, but plum blossoms are called snow. Shu Qi's branches blew her head off, and Yu Fei took the moon to Yaotai.

There is snow in the world, even if it is ice and snow, it will bring Egypt. And Jian Wendi's poem, Liu Xiaowei's jade bow, consumed the cold and heat.

The crowd looked up at the jade. Benevolence and sacrifice are flourishing, and the altar is excellent

Ready to recover Jun Chu, Russia benefited from Song Dynasty. It is better to use it as a guest than to recite Minister Fu.

Wang Fan An Shi and Yu Fu became a group of Bao Yue. There are still women riding on the moon, the wind of youth is not born, and the bangs are extremely cold. Crescent Zhao Tuo Jade Hook obliquely draws eaves, and the cloud box opens an inch.

When can I feel most sorry for a young woman and come to the border town at night as agreed? On March 3rd, Bai Juyi Painting Hall, on the third day of March, flocks fluttered the screen window to scrub the eaves, lotus seeds tasted several cups of cold wine, and philosophers tried a spring shirt.

The front of the pond is better than the scenery, and every household reflects flowers. Pointing to Lounan to play with the new moon, Jade Hook has two slender hands.

Xiaogang is homesick, Yuefu is a golden melody, and he wants to build a well. Crows hide in Liu Xia, and the mountain furnace is unparalleled, and the bonfire window is on credit. The head of the bed is knotted, and the scarf on the mirror is tilted.

Iron bells sparkle, and copper pivots bear jujube flowers. Open the door and throw a water column, and the city will be empty.

Yue, Fu Shang, Yue, Yue, Yue, Yun, Yu, Xiao Qu, Yan, Yu, Yun are really immortals. Nine lights, five clouds.

Cross-band should be divided into shadows, and the big corolla is in the morning. It is too clear for a mysterious person like Luo to travel around.

In the early spring, Wang Wei's plum blossoms began to bloom, and the songs of yellow birds were still astringent. Who is Yang Liuzhi's daughter? Enjoy the spring, lest it rush by.

Love the clear waves, look at the water surface for the water, and see the shy but balanced flowers of human faces. Fans are afraid of the wind blowing away, and embroidered clothes are also afraid of wet dew.

The farmer lives in Qingmen, Chang 'an, and the carriage drives slowly at dusk. The man wandering outside, even more lovesick, went to see the stunning curtains with sad tears.

Miss you, you always enter the dream, and the delay makes me doubt. Not as good as the swallow with red eaves, when you are happy with the green grass.

Give Fu a poem, Cheng Xiao, a lonely husband, a quiet place. There is not enough wine and food.

Juewei Yike River, Xu You Chao Fu, Juewei Yihe, xuan wine and Changzi. Three lights fly unexpectedly, and Yuheng goes first.

Longji Jiazi is old at the age of four. The power of Yu is given to the generation, and it is allowed to take advantage of the virtual pollution. Yuan served Chu Jia and Xian Hui.

Hehe, open the door, Yan Yan Suzaku. After the crowd, there was a good cheer in the venue.

Wu Jun, a poem about Dabu Mountain, is a medicine man. I come from the north of the mountain, and I gather hemp by the stream. Nine stems reflect sunlight, and three leaves grow into flowers.

You can worry about getting sick or you can talk about staying in the scenery. The scenery is too oblique to stay, and it has been open for several years.

Andrew Kunlun is here, with three trees in Yanzhai. Three beads began to knot, red leaves Zhu Ling platform.

Jade pot and white phoenix lung, Jinding Qinglong fetus. Prince Han Zhongji has no talent in the world.

I am eager to see you in Penglai. The first spring's trip to the western suburbs of Wei shows the style of Lantian's main book.

2. Chu love poems

"In the early spring, I was Zhang Eighteen of the Water Affairs Bureau" Han Yu)

The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,

The color of the grass is far and near, but not at all.

The biggest advantage is that one spring,

It's better than a city full of smoke and willow.

Du fu's quatrains

When the sun sets, it is beautiful, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant.

Mud melts into swallows, sand warms and sleeps mandarin ducks.

Bai Juyi in early spring

Snow is scattered because of harmony, and ice is bright because of warmth.

There is no place to sell in spring, only temple cream.

Bai Juyi was in Qujiang in early spring

The wicker in Qujiang faded, and the apricot garden began to sound.

There are few tourists in the poor spring, so I can dismount by the pool.

Liu Yong. He is Zhang Zhi.

Jasper dressed up as a tree,

Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.

I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

3. Poems about "Sadness"

Poems of Sorrow >: Raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and worry "(Li Bai's poem). In Li Shangyin's poem Today, there is a poem about sadness. Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn": A new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather was old and the sun was setting, so there was no choice but to let the flowers fall, and the familiar Yan returned.

Wandering alone in the fragrant path of the small garden-. - .

Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"). The Chu people want to hear Yao's resentment. At midnight in Xiaoxiang (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple searched for laurel seeds in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion watched the tide on the pillow. When I revisit my old place (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"), I hate it when I think about it until I return.

In the Ming dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc") wanted to be at dusk. When they are bored and leaning against the door alone (Bodhisattva Man in the text), they are all there. When they are heartbroken, Bai Bozhou (the text "Dream in the South of the Yangtze River") has not yet come home, and they will be heartbroken when they get home (Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man"). Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Brothers"). Don't cry. Talk a lot (Niu Xiji's "Life is Wrong"), and you are still in love.

In retrospect, when I remembered the green silk dress, I felt sorry for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's Tea Son) and made a thousand wishes in front of the pillow. I want to have a rest and wait for Lan Qingshan to let her husband come back early, but I am deeply interested in looking back at Li Qingyun. Heritage is a double emerald.

Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi). He often gets sick and drinks before sunrise. It is sad to leave Zhu Yan thin in the mirror (how many tears there are in Feng Yansi's Magpie Tread, leaning on it (Jing Li's Spread Huanxisha). I don't have a taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry). How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's Young Beauty), you can't rely on the fence alone, and it is infinite. It's easy to see when it's difficult.

Spring water has come out, and the slave of heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") is hard to come out, so you can be merciful. (Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man) After the lonely people in other places dispersed, I looked at the residual smoke in a daze.

The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.

(Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") For my heart and yours, I knew I remembered each other deeply (Gu Wei's "Confessions"). When does the green grass stop? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian's "Yu Lou Chun"). Before, I felt sick and tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun). The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's Sumugai). Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people grow thousands of miles (Fan Zhongyan's "Forbidden City" tears have not yet arrived.

The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no intention to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"). When will Chunchun go back? Looking in the mirror at night hurts the scenery. In the later period of the past, there was no choice but to remember the flowers in the province (Zhang Xian's Fairy). As if I had met Yan and returned, the small garden incense trail wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"). I don't know if the bright moon will stay, but I will wear Zhu Hu (Yan Shu's butterfly lovers) to send a marker ruler. The mountains are long and the water is wide, and I don't know where (Yan Shu's) is. "

Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. (Song Qi's "Jade Home is Spring") March is coming.

It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian). The sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"), and tears are sprinkled on tourists. I hate the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu's Picking Mulberries) rushing by.

This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha") First sent to the spring, and then sent to the monarch.

To catch up with spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must stay in spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator"), and Swift Qi Fei (Yan's "Linjiang Xian"). If you are afraid of meeting each other, it will be like a dream (Yan's "Partridge Sky"). If you go to bed late, you will never forget it. Then you will be heartless and heartbroken (Yan's Nanxiangzi) and take care of each other silently, only a thousand lines of tears (Su Shi's Jiangchengzi). From a fine point of view, it is not a young flower, but a little tear (Su Shi's Water) that makes people lonely and refuses to live. Cold branches of solitary sandbar (Su Shi's "Bu Operator") are blown by small willow cotton, and there is no fragrant grass in the world (Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua"). A broken soul is nowhere to be found (Li Chi Ngai's Walking on the Sand). Considering that only dreams come and go, I am even more afraid. Jiang Du (Looking at Jiangdong by Huang Tingjian) is the most important. He has a crush on heartbroken (Mudd Duck by Chao Yuanli) and is always willing to go with him (Mudd Duck by Chao Yuanli). Thin ("Rain Ring" in Chao Yuanli) Meiying is thin, and the ice melts and the east wind changes years ("Looking at the Sea Tide" by Qin Guan). If the relationship lasts for a long time, why don't you get along with each other (Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xian") and hate you for a long time, then take a break (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi"). There are tears on the sleeves (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan), and cardamom has old grievances. Ten-year dream is just a glimpse (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan). Clouds are light and the wind is light, and it rains in succession.

With laziness, Dongfeng tears (Wang Shen's Memories of Time Past) ruined his life, and only a few evenings passed (Zhao Lingzhi's Qing Ping Le). How much leisure is there? Yichuan smoke, full of wind, plum rain (He Zhu's "Jade Case") was originally planted on the grass, showing early, and the old building was new. Lying in an empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, who picks up the lamp at night to mend clothes (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky") nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges.

Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked (Liu Yong's Lin Yuling).

4. celadon poetry

The quality of pearls is comparable to that of mirrors, and flowers and birds are lifelike.

There are thousands of Zhu Ying, and amber is full of brilliance.

Fine lines, such as ice cracks, can stand side by side in jade pots.

Blue and white glaze conveys beautiful colors, and Fiona Fang is shaped like a container to hold beads.

The color is pink-blue, and the veins are like eel blood and ice skin.

Ye Tao Xinping Zhao Han and Tang, Song and Ming porcelain treasures pearls.

Gorgeous as Maggie, warm as flame red.

Not only do Zhushan stay strong, but spring scenery has spread all over the world.

After the rain, the clouds break, and the future is like color.

The autumn wind dew has opened the kiln, and it is greener than a thousand peaks.

Good to midnight, the cup broke up in the middle of the night

Yun Lan is broken after the rain, so color will make the future.

He Nianbi is like a spiritual rock, crushing Qiong Yao into mud.

Ye Guangkai Buddhism, and Qideng ladder.

Chen Ming Feng Ming

Yixing Kiln and Poetry

Hemei charity likes drinking tea.

Song Ouyang xiu

The cold invades the diseased bones, thinking only of sleeping, and the flowers fall and the spring worries are not awake.

I like * * * Ziou's songs, and I admire your elegance.

5. Poems about lovers

1, Ew!

I want to know you and live a long life.

There is no mausoleum in the mountains, and the river is exhausted.

Lightning and earthquake in winter, rain and snow in summer,

Heaven and earth are one, but dare to separate from you! (HanYueFu)

2, I hope to be single-minded and never give up. (Zhuo Wenjun)

3, the breadth of life and death, Zi Chengqi said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. (The Book of Songs)

4. If you succeed, why do you want to resign? You are willing to be a fairy. (Lu) According to

5. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.

We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy. (Li Bai)

6. Enter my lovesick door and know my lovesick. Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, and short lovesick is infinite. (Li Bai)

7. When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward. (Li Bai)

8, lazy review of flowers, half the sky and half the sky. (Yuan Zhen)

9, the past has become empty, still like a dream. (Li Wei)

10, know what I mean, feel sorry for you, you must ask for it! (Li Wei)