A poem about Ruoqing

1. The poem about the word "Qing" is sunny and cold, and the frost leaves are full of red. Sleeping in the autumn rain, Bai Juyi (Tang)

I saw an oriole flying in the warm air, and a green water plant was reflected by the sun. An early spring trip with Lu Cheng in Jinling. Du (Tang)

The night clings to the dawn on the tall trees, and the light folds on the distant mountains. Xu Hun's Early Autumn (Tang)

The warm wind blows the wheat fragrance on a sunny day, and the green grass wins the flowers. Early summer is everything. Wang Anshi (Song Dynasty)

Spring is silent, the stream is flowing, the shade shines on the water, loving the sunshine and softness. Xiao Chi Yang Wanli (Song)

The oriole's tongue was cleared in the middle, and the flowers in the rain were particularly beautiful. "Spring Story" Zhu (Song)

The water is clear and clear, and the mountains are strange in Kong Yu. Su Shi (Song), Chu Qing on the lake after drinking.

Mysteriously, even if there is no rain, clothes are stuck in the depths of the clouds. Stay in the mountains, Zhang Xu (Tang)

The village road is Chu Qing, made of slush, and it can't reach the west of Xiaoqiao in ten days.

The weather is fine and pleasant, and several boats play flute and drum at dusk. On the lake, Xu.

Sunny flowers are everywhere because of the wind, and wicker can be heard in the sun. Cold food banquet at relatives and brothers' (Tang's) home

A cluster of cold chrysanthemums is more beautiful than Qionghua, and the window is covered with green gauze. Shen Junru's "Appreciating Chrysanthemum"

Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of herbs. Yellow Crane Tower (Tang)

It was sunny in April, and Nanshan clearly changed households.

Plum yellow and sunny, flowing all over the mountain. Once upon a time, "three roads in the road"

The wind is blowing and the water is soaking in the blue sky. A mirror of wet clouds is still green, and the rain clears up. The name of Jinmen is Nalan Xingde (Qing).

The rain is fine and the chrysanthemum is fragrant at the beginning. Some people say it will be the Double Ninth Festival. Qingping music is a virtue.

2. What are the poems describing winter rain?

1, the wind blows snowflakes like flowers, and the moon shines in the mirror. -Lu Wen, "Winter Night is Things"

2, the sun is far away, cold and poor. -Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow"

3. Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off Xuanyuantai. -Li Bai's Popular North

It's daytime in Huang Yun thousands of miles away, and the north wind blows snow one after another. -Gao Shi "Don't be big"

5, Meng Dong is cold, and the north wind is sad. -Han's "Ancient Poetry Meng Donghan"

6, thousands of trees are frozen and folded, and the solitary roots are warm and alone. -Miracle's early works.

7. The wind blows snow like a flower, and the moon shines like a mirror. -Lu Wen, "Winter Night is Things"

8. There are some plums in the corner. Ling cold opens them alone. -Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom

9. See how Mount Zhongnan soars, with white tops over clouds. -Zuyong's "Looking at the Snow Peak in Central South"

10, Pingming to Cunqiao, Meixi snow. -Jia Dao's Winter Night

1 1, the clouds are low and the snow dance is empty. -Du Fu's On Snow

12, Whitestorm is cold, and snowflakes are as big as hands. -Li Bai's "Mocking Wang Liyang for Refusing to Drink"

13, the sunset is on the bamboo and the snow is in the mountains. -Han Yi "Chu Master Book Bookstore will write a book before the original Shi Lang Jun"

14, the stream is not suitable for snow, and the mountain is frozen and cloudless. -Hong Sheng's "Snow Looking"

15, I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. -Bai Juyi's Snow at Night

16, snowflakes are hard to hide and the wind is like a knife. -Qian Qing Qian Yi's "Snowy Night Liu Zhongjing Rhyme"

17, the autumn wind is ringing and the wine is flying in the winter snow. -Wang Wei's "Four Qi Poems"

18, I just saw a cloud like a cover on the ridge, and I was shocked that the rocks were snowing like dust. -Yuan Zhen's Qin Xue

19, leaning against Qiao Song late at night, not feeling covered with snow. -Liu Jia's "Bitter Cold"

20. Patches tilt with the wind, and old temples float to add color to China. -Snow in Huang Geng.

3. Poem 1 About Rain and Sunny: The wind returns to the clouds to break the Chu rain, and the lake is warm again.

Bai Juyi: Early Spring Tang Dynasty in Nanhu Lake

The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight.

The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.

Explanation:

The spring breeze dispersed the clouds, the shower began to stop, the weather just cleared up, and the sun shone on the lake, warm and bright. Full of apricots, broken red spots; The newborn green apples are neatly covered with water. The white goose was wet by the rain and its wings were heavy, so it had to fly low. The yellow owl's tongue is also quite rough and doesn't listen to her. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is bad, but that I'm sick and my interest has decreased.

2, the blue moon is clear, the clouds are far away, who is in charge of spring.

Song and Qing Dynasties: Liu Chenweng

I went from Yihai to Shangyuan and recited Li Yian's Happy Forever, which made me cry. It's been three years. Every time I hear this word, I can't help myself, so I just follow its voice and believe it is easy to understand. Although words are not as good as feelings, they are miserable.

On Chu Qingyue, the clouds are far away, who cares about spring? The forbidden garden is cold, the lake embankment is tired and warm, and the forepart is so steep. Sweet dust is dark, lights are bright, and people are lazy to go hand in hand. Who knows, smoking is forbidden and nights are forbidden, and the city is full of wind and rain.

Xuanhe old days, Lin 'an south crossing, Fang Jing still. When you are displaced from place to place, the wind blows for three to five times, and it is the most bitter to be able to say what you want to do. There is no road in the south of the Yangtze River. Tonight in Zhangzhou, who knows whether it is bitter or not? Empty relative, residual red insomnia, full of village community drums.

Explanation:

It's raining at dusk, like a bright moon rising. Clouds are as beautiful as black, floating faintly in the distant sky. Who does this beautiful spring scene belong to? The imperial garden of the Forbidden City is slightly cold, and the bank of the West Lake is tired and warm. The former Liu Lang is here again. I didn't expect it to be so cold. I remember the night before, the traffic was heavy and the road was dark with incense dust.

In Ming Can, colorful lanterns make the night as bright as the day. I'm always in no mood to watch the lights hand in hand with others. Who knows, night walking will also be banned on the last night, and people will go to the building, and the city will be full of wind and rain.

I still remember the old days of Xuanhe. Until I crossed Lin 'an to the south, the last night was still bustling. Nowadays, almost all the hard-collected stone paintings and calligraphy have been lost. The Lantern Festival has no intention of dressing up, and the sideburns are flying around. It is the saddest thing to write a poem that hurts when you feel confused. Now there is no way to go in Jiangnan, and there is no place to send me around.

I think of Du Fu who was trapped in Chang 'an by the rebels, and I miss my relatives in Zhangzhou at the foot of the mountain. Who knows this horrible mentality now? From the dim nameless remnant lamp, sleepless night, there is a village full of club drums.

Despite all the gloom, Su E recovered in the evening.

Chu Qing on the night of the lantern test: Wu Wenying in the Song Dynasty

Despite all the gloom, Su E regained his spirits at night. Dark dust can't bear it. Crispy lingbodi.

The road started again, as if in front of the light. Love is like water. Xiao Lou smoked the quilt. In the dream of spring.

Explanation:

After the rain, the clouds all over the sky were blown away by the wind, and the bright moon revealed a beautiful moon, just like Chang 'e had just taken a bath and was refreshed. Although the street is full of traffic and beautiful women with light posture, there is no dust, because the road surface after the rain is wet and soft and can't stand the dust. I am now revisiting my hometown in Beijing, and I vaguely remember watching the lanterns that day.

I can't forget her tenderness, and my thoughts are as hard to stop as running water. A person returned to the small building, was held by Xiang and slept alone, entered a warm spring dream, and heard music in a trance.

4, the night rain even the grass in the next spring, the charming clouds are warm and sunny.

Chu Qingyou Canglang Pavilion Song Dynasty: Su Shunqin

It was a spring rain all night, and it didn't stop until dawn. The river rose, and thick clouds covered the sky, sometimes cloudy and sometimes hot, and the weather was warm.

There is no one in the shade, the color of the sun is dim, the flowers and bamboo are quiet, and the sound of birds comes from it from time to time.

Explanation:

A spring rain rained all night and didn't stop until dawn. The river rose and the clouds were thick, covering the sky. It's sunny, cloudy and warm. There is no one in the curtain, the sun is dim and the flowers and bamboos are silent. Several birds sing from time to time.

5, light rain Chu Qing back to the night. Beautiful tower, lotus pond in reflection.

"Deadpool Xiao Yu went out to Qing Zhao" Song: Wang Shen

The rain stopped long ago, the clouds cleared away, and the sunset shone in the yard. Beautiful tower, lotus pond in reflection. The breeze is blowing gently, Yang Liuyi. Countless young and gentle sharp horns, like jade tin.

In such a garden, the scenery is beautiful. Wandering back, not in the mood to enjoy pleasure. Sitting alone at dusk, no one in the courtyard. Melancholy is the sadness in my heart, but also the grace of the old man.

Explanation:

At the beginning of the light rain, the clouds stopped and the sunset shone in the courtyard. The reflections in the golden pagoda and the lotus pond are now present. The breeze blows gently, and the willows are reluctant. Countless delicate lotus flowers have sharp horns, like green cymbals. Such a garden has infinite beauty. Returning from wandering, I am not in the mood to enjoy this happiness. Sitting alone at dusk, the courtyard is empty. Melancholy, pain and boredom aggravated the haggard of the old man.

4. Regarding the poem Twilight City, Liu Yong's Yulin Order is cold and sorrowful, and Changting is late.

At the beginning of the shower, the doors are empty, the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival.

Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.

There are many kinds of customs, who can say! -Moss covered the steps, and Bai Niao deliberately stayed behind.

The mist in the evening is getting deeper and deeper, and the sunset gradually lowers a small building. Who knows that this quiet bamboo road leads to the bustling Yangzhou song.

-The scenery of the Three Wu Dynasties, the pavilion of Gusu, the beginning of dusk.

In the old country of Fucha, there are no fragrant roads, only barren hills. In a busy place, you can't see it, but you can smell the elk.

I think that year, I fought a decisive battle in the air, and the king of the earth fought endlessly for hegemony. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, and Fan Li capsizes.

Learn from the old history before the exam, full of love. Sunset grass boundless, will be the sorrow of the ages.

-gradually, the scenery fades, the wind anvil rings and the frost trees are red and thin.

Qu Yun. Seeing the new geese crossing, it is a beautiful woman who keeps reading books.

I miss the distance in the autumn, and my heart is filled with hatred. Huang Du.

Want to wander in the dark, want to be the past, want to move [virtual debt]. Read wine as a song, lie flat on your pillow and turn over loneliness.

Go home. Looking at the place vertically, the sunset is covered with flat weeds.

Silence is better than sound, let the sun wander by the fence. - .

Because from the beginning, I bought it. You haven't met many obstacles for a long time.

More scattered, the pulse is like the sky. There is pity, but there is no choice.

Two don't like it, a little insincere. It is dusk when you are alone in a tall building.

With warm Zhu Lan, no one will understand this. - .

Take advantage of the beautiful lanterns to compete for release, and the thick flame burns empty and even brocade. Look at the bright moon, look at the painting city, and the flower shadows are cold and crimson.

Fading out, hibiscus, blooming autumn water. The satrap sings infinity.

Hold tall buildings and move pearls and jade. Pour thousands of wells and dance pavilions, hoping that Zhu Lunqing will preach.

Ride a BMW for a thousand times. Silver candles shine for miles.

Like a chaotic cluster, there are thousands of cold stars, which are crowded in the shadow of Penghu. The banquet hall is full of talented people, and the colorful powder shines with pearls.

I dare not look. Dan urged me to serve. I traveled to Yanshi. Get drunk early and get drunk late.

It is slow to recruit prostitutes. Draw a corner and blow the old plum blossom, and the moon sets on the west building.

-The round mirror flies high, another autumn and a half.

Who is the same as Hao Se, secretly folding his heart and listening to the lonely goose. Asking for the moon stopped to drink, where is the brocade robe? No company.

Fortunately, in the south, the Poetry Union Wine Club, carving candles for success, led to a slowdown. Tonight in Xiaolou, I will finish the Arab League.

Drinking drama, singing wildly, dancing at the end of the song, drunk and messy. Happiness is difficult to be poor, knowing the stars is easy, but it is also a sigh.

The sails shake the rainbow and the waves are cold, and the rustling maple leaves fall first.

Wanqing glass, a golden mirror, and I became three guests. The blue sky is vast, and the silver-rising people compete for white.

In the middle of the night, the ichthyosaur is quiet, the spirit flag closes at dusk, and the sky sees the light. Che Ying Gan Kun, all released, stacked jade ice palace que.

Wash away all worldly feelings, forget the world, and all dreams are over. A sea of clouds in my chest, still immersed in the bright moon.

-Looking at the mountains at dusk, the smoke is dark and lonely.

As light as an electric shock. The heart is like a mirror, the temples are like clouds, and the shadows are clear and bright.

. Sadness, Ran Ran, old, old, old. The past is long, and ten years are in a hurry.

Read Yun Xuan's dream and look back at the spring sky. Travel far, Yu Di cold, quiet night, endless resentment.

Sighing that Huang Chen buried jade for a long time, heartbroken. - .

See the red makeup and green cover, and the handle is fragrant. The moonlight is intentional, and the twilight is full of silver.

A round of high hanging, put the same, a thousand miles clear. It is cool in autumn.

Dew the jade arm, the wind blows the clouds. I couldn't bear to stay up all night, so I drank Qingzun and thought more about it.

Fortunately, there are infinite treasures in my works. The universe, after the static pole, ten sides.

A circle will not damage the awn. Get along and sit alone in Hu's bed.