Poems and ancient poems about man and nature

1. Ancient Poems and Sentences Contain Heaven 1 "Snow White Farewell Tian Shuji Wu Guijia" Tang

Original text:

The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.

The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.

In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

The north wind swept across the earth, breaking the white grass, and it snowed heavily in mid-autumn and August. The spring breeze seems to blow up overnight, and the trees are in full bloom like pear blossoms. Snow drifted into the curtain cage and wet the tent, even wearing fox fur was not warm. The general's horn bow is too cold to open, and Du Hu's armor is too cold to put on. The boundless desert forms a hundred feet of ice, and sad clouds condense in the sky.

Wine was placed in the tent to bid farewell to those who returned to Beijing, and pipa, qiangdi and huqin were added to entertain. At dusk, there is heavy snow outside Yuanmen, and the frozen red flag wind does not fly. Take you back to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the vast snowfields covered the mountains. I can't see your figure on the winding mountain road, leaving horseshoe footprints in the snow.

2, "Autumn Night" Tang-Du Mu

Original text:

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

In the autumn night, candlelight reflects the painting screen and beats fireflies with a small fan. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting in the bedroom staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.

3, "Chang 'e" Tang-Li Shangyin

Original text:

The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

The candle shadow is deeply reflected on the mica screen, the galaxy is sinking and the morning star is fading. Chang 'e regrets being lonely and stealing the elixir. Facing the blue sea and blue sky, I miss the world day and night.

4, "Mountain Residence Autumn Night" Tang-Wang Wei

Original text:

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.

The empty mountain has been bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of the night makes people feel that it is early autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing. The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes. The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.

5, "Looking at Lushan Waterfall" Tang-Li Bai

Original text:

The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.

On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.

The sun shines on the incense burner peak, producing purple smoke. Seen from a distance, the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain like a long river. As if three thousands of feet waters were running down, did the Milky Way descend from the cliff for nine days?

2. The poem describes that the sky is green and dripping, and there is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fisherman's Song" apricot blossoms are wet and the face is not cold.

-the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain.

-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's "The Wind and Rain on November 4" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring.

-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

-Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang crossed the Lingdingyang, the mountain was empty after the rain, and beginning of autumn at dusk-(Wang Wei: "Mountain in Autumn") There was no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes were wet-(Wang Wei:)

(Meng Haoran: Chun Xiao) 2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in the Mountain") 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet. There is no need to go back to the green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber. (Zhang: "Fishing Song") 6. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.

(Lu You: The Storm of November 4th) 7. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. (Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day) 8. On a cold rainy night in Wu Man, Pingming sent a guest to Chushan alone.

(Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 9. The acropolis bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Xi》) 10/0. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

(Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake") The river rain is decadent, the river and the mountains are rainy, and the rain comes strangely. The wind is full of buildings, and the blue clouds are broken after the rain, but it means that the night rain lies in the dead of night listening to the wind, the rain is falling, the white rain is falling, and the beads are jumping on the boat. It's nice to know that there was a lot of rain, but now I remember that night, the storm in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. Falling flowers are independent, and the swift flies. Seven Fujian Chu Yun dark rain dark, east and west creek rain pale fog. There is sunshine but misty rain on the road, and there is no rain or shine in life. In the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind kept blowing away.

Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is even more stormy. Green bamboo hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back to the small building. A lantern on a bead curtain shook my lonely heart and I went home. There are two red houses facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if it was not the date to return the book. The rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. The acropolis is dusty in Qingyu City, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think it's raining, the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, the MOS rail glacier is dreaming, the rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close at hand, but there is no small building to listen to the spring rain all night. In the deep alley, there are thousands of rain curtains selling apricot flowers in late autumn, the wind and water on the balcony are Ming Che at sunset, and the mountains are strangely green when it rains.

Yu Meiren? Listen to the rain Jie Jiang teenagers listen to the rain songs upstairs, red candle faint Luo Zhang. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn.

Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge. Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low.

After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant. There were many pagodas in the misty rain last night.

Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. 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 that green and fat phoenix tree that is raining in Mao Mao, and it will drip at dusk. This time, it is the first time. It rained at midnight.

If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold.

Winter thunder bursts with summer rain (sound desire, the word is this). In the snow is rainy and windy, and it closes at dusk, so it's not going to stay in spring. The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.

Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle. In Huangmei season, it rains at home, the grass pond is full of frogs, tears fall from her sad white face, pear blossoms hate clouds in spring rain, and Jiangnan is still called Kerry.

-Wang Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips" Both butterflies dance on the threshold, and the curtain rolls at night to drain the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" is chilling and sad.

The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

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 about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

If you ask how much free time you have. Yichuan tobacco is full of wind.

It rains when plums are yellow. Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff. Spring and Budze have flowers and beautiful flowers, and everything is brilliant. -I don't know who cut the thin leaves in Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Long Songs". The spring breeze in February is like scissors. - "

The most favorable thing is the spring of the year, which is definitely better than the smoke and willow pouring into the imperial city-Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck prophet. -Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River" knows that the east wind is always spring. -Song Zhuxi's "Spring Day" wet clothes, face cold willows. -Southern Song Dynasty.

-Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" surprised the tits in the moon and sounded in the spring. -Wang Wei's "Bird Watching Creek" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the boat in the wild.

-Wei's Xixi on Chuzhou is an ancient poem describing summer. The lotus leaf is infinite, and it reflects the sun in different ways.

3. "What are the sentences similar to" man and heaven "in poetry? 1. Facing the sea, spring blossoms.

2. Always believe in friendship.

The ends of the earth are everywhere.

Friendship is priceless and eternal.

Don't forget your innovative spirit, so as to achieve your ultimate goal.

6. Prosperity is exhausted, and the clouds are gone.

7. Pinellia time, half a song.

8. The other side of Pinellia ternata is like running water.

9. The stars fall in the city. If they float,

10. The prosperity is exhausted and the clouds are scattered.

1 1. If you are in good health, the weather will be fine.

12. If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come.

13. If you drink water, you will know yourself very well.

14. In midsummer, I met Li Yi.

15. Time is not old, and we will not leave.

4. The ancient poem describing the sky 1, the autumn wind is bleak and choppy.

(Eastern Han Dynasty. Cao Cao. Look at the sea) 2. If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Don Liqiao, Feng) 3. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.

(Don Li Shen's Sympathy for Peasants) 4. I wanted to say that I would have a rest, but I said it would be a cool autumn. (Song Xin Qi Ji. The Ugly Girl Tree in the Wall of Boshan Road) 5. When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?

(South Tang. Li Yu Yu Meiren) 6. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and gently fanned the fireflies. (Tang Du Mu. Autumn Night) 7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.

Yuxi, Liu Tang. "Autumn words. The first part "). The lake and the moon set each other off, and the windless mirror on the pool surface was not polished. (Don. Liu Yuxi. "Wang Dongting") 9. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither.

("Yuefu Poetry". Long Song Line) 10, the window contains Xiling Snow, and it is at the entrance of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. (Don Du Fu. Some results of the inquiry about autumn poems are as follows: the autumn desert howled at the dark autumn wind in August, and it rolled up my triple grass.

Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lowest one floats to Shentang depression. The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest.

My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.

The cloth has been cold and iron for many years, and the pride is cracked. There is no dry place in the bed house, and the feet are like hemp.

Self-disordered lack of sleep, long nights ... from: "Cottage Broken by Autumn Wind" Time: Tang Author: Du Fu's Complete Poems As long as Du Fu's result is crisp autumn, the generals will receive Shandong, the daily newspaper will be clear, and the day will be the same. And light people said, a reed in the past, Hu Weiwei's life is ruined.

Only the remnants of Yecheng are left, which will pay off in a few days and make an infinite contribution to the north. Shi Jing rode a bloody horse and fed the meat grape palace in Uighur.

I have always been gratified by the imperial power, and I have always been thinking about the gods. Three-year flute, Guan Shanyue, in front of soldiers from all over the world, everything is wind.

Great achievements turn small, while Guo Xiang's deep and rare. Situ Qingjian hangs a mirror, and his ministers are angry.

23 Hao Jun came out at the right time to rectify Gan Kun ... From: "Car Wash Horse" Time: Tang Author: Du Quanshi As long as Du Fu's achievements do not fall in the autumn sunrise, it seems to come from underground. After a long day, I entered the sea again, and the six dragons lived in peace.

Its beginning and end are endless, and people can't get along with it for long. The grass does not thank the spring breeze, and the wood does not complain about the autumn fall.

Whoever drives the four blessings with bone spurs, everything is natural. He, He, Ru Xi are all lost in the wandering waves.

Luyang Hede, stationed at the scene. There are many false accusations against the law and discipline.

I will include a large piece. I am a nobleman and have the same theme. ... from: "Sunrise and Moonrise" Time: Tang Author: Bai Juyi's whole poem as long as Li Bai's achievement is late autumn.

A light rain fell on the gazebo. The story of chrysanthemum The story of chrysanthemum withered and the Indus River was dead.

Sadness. Yun Fei Wangjiang Pass, the sun sets.

What a sad sight, overlooking the rivers and mountains, the afterglow of the sunset. Looking back on that year, Song Yu, who was sentimental, saw how sad this autumn was. She used to climb mountains and rivers.

Thousands of miles away in Wan Li, the road is difficult, and the road is so sad. I especially hate hearing the sound of running water from the long river. A lonely museum is like a year.

In the posthouse, it's the same as each other, year after year. Dewdrops in the autumn wind began to get cold, and in the middle of the night, the pain in the chest became worse.

After thinking about it, there are only a handful of scenes that night always faces, thinking about the past. ... from: "Qi's" Year: Song Author: Liu Yongquan's poems, as long as Liu Yong's fruit is ripe in autumn, fragrant rice is ripe in autumn, and the streets are full of thousands of acres.

For five years, I am a grain exporter, and there is no land in the sky. From: Harvest from the Gardener Time: Qing Author: Gui Zhuang and Gui Zhuang Poems As long as Gui Zhuang's results, autumn and Wan Li will not be clear for a long time.

Abandon with you. Fate has no resentment.

There are natural winds in life. Look at your clothes.

The four seas will be poor. Wan Li is clear in autumn.

At dusk, the sky is clear. How long is a clear night?

In the bright moonlight. And light fish and birds.

You are a stranger. Nothing can make the world famous.

The day of decline (once white) is like a canopy. Stubborn and mysterious.

I'm lonely and far away. I'm smart. Micro objects can be mined vertically.

Who is the most public? Since then, I have also gone.

Return to farming as an old farmer. ... from: "Send the secretary (for one school), abandon the official and return to Jiangdong" Time: Tang Author: Complete Poems of Wang Wei. As long as Wang Wei's result is unknown autumn, I miss a person and I am far from home.

I felt something, and it was deeply rooted in my intestines. I can't be far away from home, and I don't look forward to it every day.

I can't solve the problem in depth and don't think about it every night. What's more, I stayed alone in the empty hall this evening.

Autumn is unknown, rain and dust. If you don't learn Buddhism, you can forget your peace of mind. ... from: Rain at Night Year: Tang Author: Complete Works of Bai Juyi As long as Bai Juyi's result is a pool under the curtain of autumn, the water will accumulate.

The midsole is paved with white sand, and the corners are carved with bluestone. Don't talk about depth and breadth, choose the right person.

It's drizzling, and the sky is clear in Wan Li. Without a big river, the waves are white.

Not as deep as a bed mat, abbot. Simple things can be done, boring things can be done.

Love dawn, an autumn blue. ... from: "The official new chisel pond" Time: Tang Author: The complete works of Bai Juyi As long as Bai Juyi results, the autumn bed mat is cold and miserable, and it rained for three days in a row.

The city is still sad and lonely, but the feelings are in the mountains. There are people with lofty ideals under the forest, study hard and cherish time.

Don't worry at the end of the year, take it into your heart. Rock birds stay overnight, and grass insects are accompanied by sorrow.

In autumn, the mattress is cold, and there are lights in the night rain. Pity your loneliness, I'll take the wine to find it.

Through Yin Zongzhi's Fairy Journey to Shan Jutu Time: Tang Author: As long as Bai Juyi bears fruit, he deeply misses his wife in the dark window and deep grass in autumn. In autumn, I miss my wife's heart, and on rainy nights, I feel sad.

... from: "Autumn Insect" Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi's whole poem As long as Bai Juyi's result is heartbroken, in front of the independent Buddhist temple in autumn dusk, the ground is full of Sophora japonica cicadas. Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn.

... from: "twilight": Tang Author: Bai Juyi's whole poem As long as Bai Juyi's result is a slight cold dew, he will fall in desert and dark places, and the slight cold dew can fall. Don't think about the past on the moon, it will damage your color and shorten your years.

... from: "Gift Inside" Year: Tang Author: Complete Works of Bai Juyi As long as Bai Juyi's results, Liu Ying wants to open her eyes proudly in autumn and sing alone before the evening breeze. People look different from the day before. Cicada sounds like last year.

After the new rain of Sophora japonica, willow shadows want autumn colors. After listening, there is no other way. Acacia is another one.

... from: "Answer the dream and smell the cicada" Time: Tang Author: The complete works of Bai Juyi's poems as long as Bai Juyi's results are bleak in autumn, Shang Kaiyuan tunes bleak in autumn, and Shang Diao tunes in autumn. Love only Bai Yin, where is Songyang when playing.

5. As for the poem about the bright moon, the ancient poem "The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook" (Li He's "Twenty-three Ma Shiwu").

"There is no smoke without fire, and jathyapple will not enter the customs" (Du Fu's Qinzhou Miscellaneous Poems, Volume 7).

On the third night in September, the dew is like a real pearl and the moon is like a bow.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the moonlit sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade at the sun (Jinse by Li Shangyin).

The breeze blows me, and the moon shines on me (Wang Wei answers Zhang's agreement).

"The bright moon does not return to the blue sea, and the white clouds are full of sorrow" (Li Bai's "Crying for Chaoqingheng").

The bright moon comes and goes, and no one leans on the jade.

The stars descend from the clearing, and the bright moon flows downstream (Du Fu's One Night in a Foreign Country).

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! (Meng Haoran's "Jiande River Sleeping at Night").

"Between the thin clouds and the rocks, the solitary moon waves turn over" (Du Fu's Song of the Su River).

"Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home." (Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking)

"There was an east wind in the small building last night, so it is difficult for the country to look at the bright moon." (The Mermaid author Li Yu)

6. Poems describing the sky are blushing and exciting. Author: Yu Wang hates Yunchou, and Jiangnan is also called Kerry. In the fishing market of water town, a wisp of solitary smoke is thin. The sky is full of brilliance, and the distance is like a decoration. Life, at this time, who will have the meaning of relying on. Huanxisha Author: Yan Shu has a new word for a glass of wine. The weather was old last year. When did the sun set? There is nothing to do. The fragrant path in the small garden lingers alone. The jade house is full of spring, and spring hates it. Author: Changting Road, Populus euphratica in Yanshu, it is easy to throw people away when you are young. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and the rain at the bottom of the flower leaves in March. Ruthless is not as sentimental and bitter as an inch. The ends of the earth are poor and white, only endless lovesickness. Author: When Yan Shu's ancestors left the Song Dynasty, Changting would have a farewell party. The incense dust has been separated from Judah's face. People live there. High-rise buildings are blocked, and the sunset only sends the flat waves far away. Endless sadness leads to endless thoughts. Picking mulberry seeds Author: Ouyang Xiu painted the West Lake with wine in the boat, and he controlled the string urgently, and the jade lamp urged it to pass, making people sleep steadily. Clouds are sailing, but the empty water is clear and fresh. Pitch wandering, it is suspected that there will be another day in the lake. Partridge Day Author: The song is like the bottom wind of a peach blossom fan. After leaving, I remember meeting you, and I was with you several times. I'm still afraid that meeting tonight is a dream. Point crimson lips Author: When Yan Daixin came with flowers, no one hated her, but she became thin in spring and broke the willow in front of her door. The sky is sentimental, but it is not long. After parting, tears and wine occupied his sleeve. The wind in Xiangchuan still spits out cold flowers. Crows are scattered in the forest house in the distance. Dreaming of how many roads there are in my hometown, I wake up and look at the horizon. The moon shines on thousands of miles of flat sand. Minus word Yulanqin Author: Su Shi leisurely, jade refers to the ice string, but I did not move the palace. I am sad and romantic, and wrote several eternal meanings. I have fallen asleep, and the sound of the night is in my ear. I am happy and calm. I often indulge in plum blossoms. I have no intention of rubbing all the plum blossoms and winning tears all over my skirt. This year, the ends of the earth are far away, and the rustling temples are blooming. When you look at the wind in your later years, you should look at plum blossoms. Author: Cai Shen, before the full moon, the moon holds hands. Tonight, the sky is full of stars, and the night is as bright as day. The wind and moon are still muddy, and the water hall is empty. When I come back tomorrow, I will ask Iraq. Have you ever thought about it? Black Nightingale Author: Lu You's cornices turn cloudy, and plum blossoms blow in front of the building. The partridge is frosted and the drum is folded. Dream of hometown, come to the pillow, Beijing book is not far away. The people of the whole country make tea at leisure, with less complaints and less articles moving to the province. Partridges and flowers were presented. Author: Xin Qiji sang "Yangguan" River head is not a storm, but there is another world, which is difficult to go. "Frosty Little Religion" Author: Fan Chengda, a young man wearing a robe and holding flowers. He used to be a wanderer in Beijing, riding a BMW and driving a golden wheel. The old trip was as muddy as a dream, and Wu Shuang's temples were heavy. How many Yan Qingying's feelings are poured into a glass jar. Beautiful Author: Du Fu, who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.

She told me that she came from a good family and now she is humble to the dust. When the problem appeared in the customs area, her brother and close relatives were killed.

What's the use of them in high positions, they can't even protect their own lives? . The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle.

Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade. When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side.

He can only see the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love. The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.

Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof. She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers.

She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo. Xi Author: Wang Wei, since beauty is glorious throughout the empire, how can Shi stay at home humbly? .

Washing clothes by the lake in the south at dawn, and there was a great lady in the palace in the north that night. One day humble, no different from others, the next day promoted, everyone praised her. ..

She no longer powdered her face with her own hands, nor put a silk robe on her shoulders .. The more the king loved her, the cuter she became, which made him lose his wisdom. ..

The girls who washed silk beside her were left at a distance from her chariot ... None of the girls in her neighbor's house could imitate her beauty.

On the North Peak among the white clouds, you have found your peaceful seclusion. I tried to climb the mountain and look ahead, and this mood disappeared with the departure of the swan song.

Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.

There are trees on the horizon like a row of grass and rivers like a moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

"Dengci 'en Temple Pagoda" Author: Gao Shi, Xue Ju This pagoda rises from the ground and reaches the Heavenly Palace. Climbing, we seem to have left the world behind us, and our overlooking steps are hanging in space.

It is above a holy land and can only be built by spiritual hard work. Its four sides darken the bright sun, and its seven floors cut through the gray clouds.

Birds fly where we can't see, and high winds blow where we can't hear. Mountains, eastward, eastward.

Far away, green locust trees line the wide road, and Guan Gong He Linglong. The colors of autumn come out from the west and go through the city.

In the north, there are five cemeteries, which are always quiet under the dew and green grass. Those who know the ultimate meaning of life, this is what all mankind must learn.

From now on, I will put my official hat aside and find the eternal way is the only happiness. For a long time, I was glad that I was exiled in this wild south China.

I am now a neighbor of growers and harvesters, and I am a guest of the mountain forest. I plow in the morning, turn over the grass with dew, and tie a fishing boat at night to break the quiet stream.

I walked back and forth, hardly meeting anyone, singing long poems and staring at the blue sky. Guan Shanyue Author: Li Bai, the bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.

This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Author: Li Bai, my hair hasn't covered my forehead yet. I'm picking flowers by the door and paying.

When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. We live together in an alley in Qingkan. We are both young and happy. When I was fourteen, I became your wife. I was too shy to laugh.

I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls. But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.

Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower. When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.

Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky. I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.

Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves. Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.

Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade. Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .

I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng. On Youzhou Tower Author: Chen Ziang is in front of me, where is the past era? Behind me, where are the future generations? .

Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness. Author: Du Fu's Prime Minister's Temple stands an ancient cypress with bronze trunk and stony roots.

It's raining with frost, and its cuiyu blue tip is two thousands of feet in the sky. Since the era of a great ruler and great politician, their trees are now loved and respected by the people.

Clouds come from afar, from Wuya, and the snow peaks are reflected in the cold moon. Yesterday I found in the east of Siting that ancient rulers and wise politicians were worshipping in a temple.

His trees and strange branches make the whole landscape old, although the colors of windows and doors are fresh. The deep roots are so firmly rooted in the ground that its lonely branches can withstand the weight of the wind.

Its only protection of natural strength, integrity makes good luck. When beams are needed to repair a big house, although cows shake their heads, they can't move a mountain.

Although a tree doesn't write a memorial, people understand that if you don't stop cutting, who will give it to you? Its bitter heart may now be occupied by black ants and white ants. Xiang Ye used to stay with husband and wife.

A person with lofty ideals and benevolent thoughts will never complain that the bigger the wood, the harder it is to use. Bai Xuege sent a court martial to the author: the north wind in Cen Can rolled white grass, and it was a Hu day in August.