A poem praising Neishan

1. Poetry praises Taihang Mountain 1, Taihang Mountain dawns on July 1st.

Don Lihe

Autumn scenery around the mountains all night, fragrant. The new bridge leans against the clouds, waiting for the insects to hiss. Luonan.

2. "Go to Taihang Mountain early to express your ambition"

Don Li Longji

Qinghe Yang, condensed on Taihang Mountain. The fire dragon follows the bird's path, and the iron horse rides around the sheep's intestines. White fog buries the valley, Danxia.

3. "Fenghe Shengzhi boarded Taihang Mountain early to show his ambition."

Don Zhang Jiuling

Meng Yue took a photo of her virgin, and when I took it, I later confiscated it. 10% discount in the morning, and the Sixth Army stops at dusk. Shi Feng Sun Rain Pool Middle Road.

4. Feng Hesheng, Deng Zhi, Taihang Mountain should make a statement.

Don Su Xiang

Lubei enters the sea, and Chidao is connected with the sky. Follow the three lights to see everything. Overlooking Hanoi, pointing horizontally.

5, "Wind and Prosperity to Taihang Mountain".

Don Zhang said

Six dragons sing jade, one step is in the clouds. The river network floats near the south, and it is difficult to cross the mountain to the north. Feather instrument reflects pine snow, Ge Jia.

6, "Wind and algae climb Taihang Mountain, ambition should be made"

Tang Zhang Jia Zhen

At the top of the tiger mountain, the dragon is in the sky. The south of the mountain is peaceful, and the north of the mountain is far away. Looking at the mountains, with this.

7. "Fenghe made a lampstand, Zhongshan Yan Zhi"

Tang Miao jinqing

Jin Wu's warning is clear. Feathers ride in the sky. The road in the south is absolutely unique, and Zhongyan began to explore the north. Look ahead before closing the building, He Yi.

8. "Looking at Taihang Mountain in Tucz"

Song Shibao xian

Shadows covered the sky and black. Worry is born of hope, and credit goes to it. It's hard to get off the road when you are high, and it's hard to hurt people's hearts. Cui died in a cold current, and the fragrance still lingers.

9. The Stone Wall of Taihang Mountain

Song anonymous

Traveling thousands of miles, drinking a small glass alone. People who are intoxicated with flowers don't know that Huang Ying's crying broke the dawn of spring.

10, crossing Taihang Mountain

Song Xu Fan

The trees in the distance are shrouded in smoke, hunting for the clothes of the west wind. Shan Yu was already wet before it was clear, and the stream wanted to make the sound of water faint.

1 1, "Taihang Mountain"

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Taihang Mountain is the Cui Wei, and the rock valley hides wind and thunder. The Han army had expected that the knight would bow down and sigh that the wheel was destroyed.

2. My old friend Zhuang Haoran prepared chicken rice for me. My old friend you entertained me on your farm and wrote an ancient poem praising the countryside.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Gong Xuan noodle restaurant, holding a cup and talking to Sang Ma.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Mr. Shu Huyin's wall, Wang Song Anshi's eaves are long and quiet without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand.

One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. Tour Shanxi Village, tour the farmhouse, and leave enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. Tang Duxun and a widow in the mountains, because soldiers were trapped in Mao Peng, her clothes were burned.

Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings. When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves.

If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy. A farmhouse by the Wei River, Wang Wei, in the countryside under the setting sun, cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled.

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

In spring, the spring pigeons of Wang Wei's family are singing, and the apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse.

Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.

Four-season rural hybrid Fan Song becomes a big Li Jinxing fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

The countryside is mixed in the four seasons. In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda blackbirds threw themselves into the forest, and the tourists were sparse, and the mountains in front of them went to firewood. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.

The newly-built farm in Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty has a flat mud mirror, and every household grows rice while first frost. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

Returning to the garden and living in Tao Yuanming, there is no rhyme, and I naturally love Qiushan. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

Warm and distant villages, the smoke from the kitchen in Yiyi market, the barking of dogs in the depths of alleys, the crowing of chickens on the top of mulberry trees, dust-free households, and free virtual rooms. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Second, there are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.

When complex market music, grass * * *. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.

My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.

Three kinds of beans are under the south mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

Huiqing Pingle Village Author: Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.

The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. Shanxi Village Tour [Song Dynasty] Lu Youxiao laughed at the farmhouse muddy wine, and raised enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The following is Wang Wei's.

Now the mountain is cold and blue. From my cabin in Wangchuan to the news of Pei Di, the autumn water is gurgling. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.

Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .

In the bamboo house, I leaned alone among the dense bamboos, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

An empty mountain after the rain, an autumn night in the deep mountains, stands in the autumn evening. 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 clear river, through the bushes, flows to Songshan Mountain, like my chariot driving slowly. I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.

An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks. In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.

Zhong Nanshan, with its huge height near the city of heaven, connects a thousand mountains to a corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

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

My middle-aged heart found a way, I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

Qingxi I have driven the Huanghua River, carrying a green stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

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

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

As the sun sets, cattle and sheep go home along the path in a farmhouse by the Wei River. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.

Pheasant [sentence] wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworm moths are sleeping, peeling mulberry leaves. The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! . New Sunny Wild (One Night) See the New Sunny Yuan Ye Open.

Extremely clean. The national gate is near the ferry.

The village tree is connected with the stream mouth. Baishui Tian Ming Wei

After Bifeng came out of the mountain. There are no idle people on the farm.

Pour out family affection. Huanghuachuan dangerous road turns tens of thousands, and it will take three breaks in a few miles.

See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones.

The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain. Look at Nanshan poplar, white dew lingering.

Green is high and clean, and green trees are cloudy and floating. I used to hate being kept secret, but I was broad-minded and worried.

Brother Cui Puyang's season is heavy, autumn scenery is good, and Kuang Jun's pool is idle. I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin.

Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds. The craggy state of Qin combined with Jing Guan in Tibet.

The rain is setting in the sun, and the birds are hazy at dusk.

3. Poems about praising a flash in the pan are often shy, but they are as fragrant as snow, yellow sand and Qiongbao. They bloom in cages at night, and the misty clouds shine like dreams, short stars and fallen flowers. If Fang Fei is at home, who will deliver the tea tonight? I am gentle and kind to innocence. She was written by Holly 2005- 12-20 04:00. Response to this speech. Always close your eyes and smell the dream. The dark night of epiphyllum is full of sadness, the most desolate beauty, and the most reluctant to wither. It seems that the magnificent old dream still haunts me. However, the broken voice woke up in a hazy way. Is it lonely that the meteor floats away in an instant? Who can stop for a moment and overflow the last gorgeous pulse of life? In the corner, who can see unbridled tears flowing silently? I hope to wander, hesitate and look up at the lonely silence of the world. Are you willing to be narcissistic? No one understands that my sadness does not belong to wine, green flowers or red flowers. Do not belong to the resplendent Yao Palace. The prosperity of Luoyang cannot be ignored. The wind fluttering in the moonlight is misty with tears, but it can't stand the rush of time. Why sigh in vain? The past is so hateful that no one can understand the lonely flower language. Some people can hear the resentment and sadness at night, like spring, and some people can hear the helpless beauty withering and falling to pieces. Joan is the coldest and most beautiful. Ice palace and snow palace are frozen, epiphyllum is frozen, and the pain is high. Life is lost, water is flowing. At the moment of wind and rain, there was no trace. Who can understand my weak flower language? Who can understand my struggle and ask my desperate heart: What if I have a dream? Epiphyllum is a lofty dream, which disappeared overnight.

Fenghua vows to be with everyone and forbid you to see the remains. The fragrance is light and dew is thick and often shy, comparable to the white snow, yellow sand and precious treasures, blooming in the night cage, misty clouds like dreams, short stars beating flowers, quiet and charming. If Fang Fei is at home on earth, who will send tea tonight? Pity, tenderness, kindness, simplicity and innocence are enough for her.

4. Poems praising "Peony Flower" 1, "Peony"-Han Yu in Tang Dynasty

That magnificent fragrance is unprecedented, with red light flashing green light.

Feeling lonely and scared, how heavy is it to be in the fairy palace?

Peony has blossomed, and the flowers are big and the fragrance is strong, which has never been seen before. Red flowers are like lanterns, and the leaves are carefully placed under the receptacle to set them off. When I wake up, I face the blooming peony alone, indecisive and uncertain, and I am in the palace of the gods in the sky.

2. In the Song Dynasty, Du Ming-Jiang Kui was left in Yangzhou.

After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year.

I think the flowers and leaves in Shao Hong near the bridge are flourishing every year. I wonder who appreciates it every year and for whom?

3. "Feel peony flowers and give them to the right person"-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

Today, the red peony in front of the stage, a few flowers want to be old and a few flowers are new.

When you are open, you can't understand color, but when you are backward, you will know it like an illusion.

An empty door. How many places have I been? I want to ask the master about the residual flowers.

How many of the red peonies on the steps today are old and how many are just in bloom? When flowers bloom, I don't know who I want to compare with other flowers. I didn't know this body was just an illusion until I withered. How far is it from enlightenment? I want to consult a monk with broken flowers.

4. The Song of Peony-Han Yu in Tang Dynasty

There are good flowers in the court, and there is no dispute about Chunhua.

Green stem and red core, endowed with force of nature, do not belong to Huang Zhong's family.

Warm, mature, beautiful, fresh and fragrant, like to laugh without saying a word, learn from a gentleman.

Frost knife makes the goddess work hard, so why bother to bow down and learn from peaches and plums.

There are beautiful flowers in Zhang's courtyard, and there are no ordinary flowers and trees competing with it for the glory of spring. The emerald green slender stems and red stamens are a gift from heaven, which Huang Zhong's family can't give. Warm and mature fresh fragrance wafted over, like learning to laugh without saying a word from a gentleman. It is the credit of frost and snow pruning that makes you so beautiful. Why should we bow our heads and learn from those peaches and plums?

5. Yuan Zhen, a red peony in Tang Dynasty

Peony is red, and the palisade is green.

Silk wrinkles the gold core, and high flame is fire.

Carve a red cloud and open a red glow.

The smoke is light and glazed leaves, and the wind is divided into corals.

The peony blooms like a red dragonfly, and the flowers and leaves weave a blue fence on the fence below. Golden stamens are woven with complex gold threads, and fiery petals are like flames rising in a stove. Petals look like red clouds cut and carved, and flowers look like they are wrapped in red clouds after opening. Leaves as beautiful as glass are like smoke, and the wind blows flowers into corals.

5. Praise the grassland poems

Chileger

Northern Dynasties

Chilechuan, under the shady mountain, the sky is like a vault, and the cage covers four fields.

The sky is wild, and the wind and grass move to see cattle and sheep.

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In Yuan Ye, where peppers live, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, the awning hangs over the vast land like a felt tent. The sky is boundless and the grassland is boundless. Whenever the wind blows low, grazing cattle and sheep appear.

Quatrain

lawn

The yellow carpet has quietly turned green, and Guyuan has no words to sound autumn. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.

lawn

The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting. The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night.

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See the sunset, the mountains and trees are yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.

Rain in early spring Tang Hanyu

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Wei Wuying in Xixi Tang, Chuzhou

Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

"Beishan" Wang Song Anshi

Beishan lost its green and rose to the horizontal pool, and went straight to the pool. Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.

Song Ouyang Xiu's Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion

Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless. Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.

"Send to Lujia" Tang

A stream of grass is green, and the sound outside is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.

Cezanne Tang Baorong

The west wind is strong in time and the grass is cool. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.

Bian Chun is a high-level article in Tang Dynasty

The grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.

Farewell to Tang

Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .

Lvshi

Crow? Saibei grass

What is the suspicion of feather color? The truth is false! We share weal and woe when we are in trouble.

Crow noise trees are low and there is no swan song, and there is more than one crow and moon setting. It is difficult to determine the elegance of common customs, and great wisdom is the great sage.

Attached to Saibei grassland poem:

The eloquence aroused public suspicion, and the black color was even more embarrassing. Expectation and concern for blessings are reversed by wisdom and stupidity.

Singing with meat is a laughing stock, and throwing stones and drinking water is a good biography. Let him praise and criticize, and the branches still speak freely.

Farewell to Ancient Grass Tang Bai Juyi

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

6. What grasses are there in the poems praising the prairie?

Author: Bai Juyi

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.

I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Chileger

Yinshan chilechuan,

The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.

The sky is gray and wild,

See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.

The stars tilt down from the empty place,

The moon runs up the river.

Three grassland poems

( 1)

The yellow carpet has quietly turned green, and Guyuan has no words to sound autumn.

Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.

(2)

The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting.

The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night.

(3)

See the sunset, the mountains and trees are yellow.

Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.

Seven Laws, Crow and Saibei Grass

What is the suspicion of feather color? The truth is false!

We share weal and woe when we are in trouble.

Crow noise trees are low and there is no swan song, and there is more than one crow and moon setting.

It is difficult to determine the elegance of common customs, and great wisdom is the great sage.

Attached to Saibei grassland poem:

The eloquence aroused public suspicion, and the black color was even more embarrassing.

Expectation and concern for blessings are reversed by wisdom and stupidity.

Singing with meat is a laughing stock, and throwing stones and drinking water is a good biography.

Let him praise and criticize, and the branches still speak freely.

7. "Ode to Autumn Orchard" 1, Quzhou near-city orchard-Yang Wanli (Song)

When I haven't reached Wuli in Quzhou, Guolin looks at Jiang Mei.

Chengcheng Huang, green oranges, deep red persimmons, trees fall without wind.

Interpretation: I didn't go to Wuli, Quzhou. At first glance, the dense fruit forest covered the river bank. Yellow oranges, green oranges and red persimmons, although there is no wind, the fruits seem to be leaving the branches.

2. Tailing Orchard-Wang Tingxiang (Ming)

Persimmons are red in the evening and contain fire, while pears are crisp in the autumn and first frost.

Who will pay homage to the fruit on the tree and the old minister will taste it.

Interpretation: Persimmons in autumn are as red as fire, and pears in autumn are as crisp as frost. Who would expect the fruit trees in Tailing to bear fruit? There are still old ministers looking forward to tasting in the previous dynasty.

3, "Yuquan Taoist Tour Orchard"-Lv Wang (Song)

Bright and spacious, full of vanity, fluttering irresponsible. The Taoist invited the jujube and peach forest before dawn.

Birds peep at the red star, and the wind enters the shade. It is difficult to chew in a hurry, and the sleeves are as deep as capsules.

Interpretation: The breeze blows the skirt and flutters forward. The Taoist priest didn't know at first and invited him to see the jujube and peach forest. Hidden birds secretly stare at ripe dates, and the cool wind blows into the jujube and peach forest. How can you feel the sweetness of pulp in a hurry? There are many fruits in the sleeves, which are as deep as pockets.

4. Neiqiu Pear Garden-Fan Chengda (Song)

After sweating like rain, the pear garden is as cool as ice, and the flowers are durable and old.

Garden Weng instructions also three sigh, once * * * Weng see peace.

Interpretation: The fruit farmers in the pear garden work hard and feel cool after sweating like rain. They were very happy to see the pear trees flourishing and fruitful. I talked with the fruit grower about the management of the orchard, and the fruit grower was not satisfied with the present situation of the pear orchard. I am very emotional and willing to enjoy a peaceful and peaceful life with fruit farmers.

5. "Chuyang Yangchun Sunhuai Orchard has a banquet. There are many trees in the garden and many hands are planted "-Li Shen (Don)

The peaches and plums in the West Garden are planted in the sun, and the red, white and low branches brush the wine glasses.

Fan Yan is only worried that the wind will fall, and the drunken banquet will open in the middle of this month.

Advise people not to apologize to the party too early, watch the candlelight diligently and be afraid of it.

Interpretation: On the day when peaches and plums were planted in the West Garden, the red and white branches pressed down the wine glasses. This beautiful scenery is afraid of falling with the wind. The day of drinking starts from half a month. People are advised not to pick and fold so early. Lights and candles are always being checked. I hope it won't dawn so early.

8. Poems praising beautiful scenery 1, ● Hangzhou

Hangzhou Wang Chun Bai Juyi

Looking at the sea tower in the distance, the morning light shines slightly, and the river bank is white.

That night, he should be recruited into the temple and hide with Liu Sechun.

Tea brocade praises persimmons, and green flag sells wine and pears.

Who opens the southwest road of Hu Si Temple? The grass-green skirt is inclined at the waist.

Drinking in the lake is clear after the rain.

Su Shi

The water is bright and clear,

It's rainy in the mountains.

In order to compare the West Lake with the West Lake,

Heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate.

2. Do you still remember Jiangzhou (Jiujiang, Jiangxi)

Jiangnan is good,

The scenery used to be familiar.

At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.

This river is as green as blue in spring.

How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

3. ● Recalling Jiangnan. Hangzhou (that is, Hangzhou, Zhejiang)

Jiang Nanyi,

What impressed me most was Hangzhou.

Looking for laurel in the mountain temple in the middle of the month,

Watch the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.

When will you revisit?

4. ● Recalling Jiangnan. Suzhou (Suzhou, Jiangsu)

Jiang Nanyi,

Secondly, I recalled Wu's palace.

Wujiu, a cup of spring bamboo leaves,

Wu Wa is addicted to the lotus dance.

Will we meet again sooner or later?