Poetry about regional scenery

1. What are the poems describing the scenery of hometown

1. "Passing the Old Friend's Village"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

The Old Friend Chicken millet, invite me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.

Translation: An old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse. Green woods surround the village, and green mountains lie outside the city. Open the window and face the vegetable garden of the threshing floor, holding a wine glass in hand and chatting about the crops. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, please come here to enjoy the chrysanthemums.

2. "Quequatrains"

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky.

The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.

Translation: Two orioles sang gracefully among the green willow trees, and a neat group of egrets soared into the blue sky. Sitting in front of the window, I can see the snow that never melts all year round on the west ridge, and the ships from Soochow, thousands of miles away, are moored in front of the door.

3. "Visiting Shanxi Village"

Song Dynasty: Lu You

Mo Xiao's farmer's wax wine is thick, and in good years the guests are full of chickens and dolphins. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village.

The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient. From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.

Translation: Don’t laugh at the turbid wine brewed by farmers in the twelfth lunar month. In years of good harvest, the dishes for entertaining guests are very rich. The mountains are overlapping and the water is twisting. I am worried that there is no way to go. Suddenly, another mountain village appears in front of me.

The day of playing the flute and playing the drum in Chunshe is approaching, but the villagers still retain the ancient custom of simple clothes. In the future, if I can still take advantage of the beautiful moonlight to go out for leisurely walks, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.

4. "Rain in the Mountain Village"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

One or two roosters crow in the rain, and the bridge on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted.

The woman and the aunt called each other to bathe the silkworms and look at the gardenias in the courtyard.

Translation: A cock crows in the rain, and there are only one or two houses in the mountain village. There is a plank bridge diagonally across the Zhuxi River on the village road. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law called each other to select silkworm seeds together. Only the gardenia bloomed and swayed alone in the courtyard.

5. "Pastoral Miscellany of the Four Seasons Part 2"

Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda

The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse.

No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

Translation: The plum trees turned golden and the apricots grew bigger and bigger; the buckwheat flowers were all white, while the rapeseed flowers looked sparse. As the day grows longer, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises, and no one passes; only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence. 2. 20 ancient poems describing scenery

1. "Spring Thoughts" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The swallow grass is like blue silk, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low. When you are pregnant and return home,

it is the time when your concubine has a broken heart. If you don't know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?

2. "Spring Hope" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.

3. "Spring Stay in Zuo Province" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The flowers are hidden in the wall at dusk, and the birds are chirping. The stars are moving in thousands of households, and the moon is in the sky.

I don’t sleep listening to the golden key, because the wind misses the jade. There will be a seal in the Ming Dynasty. How about the night?

4. "A Happy Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

At night, the clouds are all dark, and the fire on the river boat is only bright. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

5. "Acacia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Red beans grow in the southern country, and they sprout a few branches in spring. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.

6. "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen.

7. "Spring Thoughts" by Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty

The orioles sing and the swallows announce the new year, and thousands of dragons pile up on the road in Mayi. I live in Hanyuan, a city on the upper floor, and my heart follows the bright moon to Hu Tian.

The brocade in the machine talks about eternal regret, and the flowers on the branches laugh and sleep alone upstairs. In order to ask Yuan Rong Dou's chariots and horses when they will return to Zile Yanran.

8. "Farewell to the Ancient Grass in Fude" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

When the grass grows in the original field, it will wither and flourish every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.

The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I sent the king and grandson off again, feeling sad and full of farewell.

9. "Spring Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

When wearing new makeup, it is appropriate to face the Zhulou Tower, locked in the spring scenery and the sorrow of the courtyard. When I walked to the atrium and counted the flowers, dragonflies flew up to the jade and scratched my head.

10. "Ode to the Willow" by Tang He Zhizhang

The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

11. "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is full of wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.

12. "Mooring the Boat on Guazhou" by Song Wang Anshi

Between Jingkou Guazhou and the water, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze has reached the south bank of the Yangtze River again. When will the bright moon shine on me again?

13. "Early Spring Presents Outside the Ministry of Water, Zhang Shiba," Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty

The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

14. "Spring in the Jade House" by Qi from the Song Dynasty

The scenery in the east city is gradually beautiful, and the wrinkled ripples welcome guests. The morning light is cold outside the green poplar smoke, and the spring is stirring on the red apricot branches.

I hate the lack of pleasure when I grow up, but I am willing to love a thousand gold and smile lightly. I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers.

15. "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

Thousands of miles of orioles are singing in the green river, and the wind of wine flags in the water villages and mountains is blowing. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.

16. "Early Spring Southern Expedition to Friends in Luozhong" Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty

The beauty of Chu is thousands of miles away, so travelers why bother to take credit. Traveling geese meet in the fragrant forest, and choughs are noisy in the waiting hall.

When spring comes, grass grows by the river, and flowers bloom on the water. A bottle of wine in the east wind makes me miss home alone in the new year.

17. "Spring in the Jade House" by Song Xin Qiji

I want to persuade the spring to live in front of the wind, but spring is on Fangcao Road in the south of the city. The flowers do not fall with the water, but become floating catkins on the mud.

The stars in the mirror are wrong, and people live up to their spring and self-confidence. When I return to my dream, I will be far away from my worries, only in the wind and rain of pear blossoms.

18. "Spring Day" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty

The sun is shining brightly on the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors.

19. "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" by Tang Bai Juyi

To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.

The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green poplar shade and white sand embankment.

20. "Quequatrains" by Zhinan, a monk from the Song Dynasty

A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east side of the bridge. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face, which is not cold. 3. Poems describing beautiful scenery

The sun is rising in the sea and the night is dying, and the spring in the river is entering the old year.

(Wangwan's "Under the Cibeigu Mountain") There will be times when the wind breaks through the waves, and the cloud sails are hung directly to help the sea. (Li Bai's "The Journey Is Difficult") The sun sets over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea.

(Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower") If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and rushes to the sea never to return. (Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine") Thirty thousand miles east of the river flows into the sea, and five thousand miles up the mountain. Skyscrapers. (Lu You: "Feelings of Coming Out of the Fence Gate to Welcome the Coolness at the Dawn of Autumn Night") There are close friends in the sea, and we are like neighbors across the world.

(Wang Bo's "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou") The tide of the Spring River reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.

The bright moon rises over the sea, and the end of the world is at this moment. To the east is Jieshi to view the sea.

When the sea reaches the end, the sky is the shore; when the mountain reaches the top, I am the peak. When the sun reaches the end of the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea. Fog forms when the mountains are broken.

The sea is as smooth as there is no current. The distant water is like a bank, and the distant mountains are like clouds. The broken waves are still coming back together, and the waves are still breaking. The sea is vast and full of gurgling water, and the currents are full of waves. How vast is the sea! All the treasures of heaven and earth are hidden in it: teeth, beards, and horns compete for glory, and fishy winds and strange rains sprinkle the wilderness.

Exquisite corals swallow the boat and rush to the bottom of the sea, and high waves ride on Penglai. The gods came out of the clouds, only to see gold and silver platforms.

The clouds are rising and hanging down from the sky, and the sea is moving with waves in the mountains. The river is divided into nine hundred waters, and the sea is one side of the sky. When the tide comes, the sea is like a long breath, and when the tide goes out, it is depressed and takes a breath. How can the water be dull, the mountain island Long Zhi. (Cao Cao: "Viewing the Sea") When the mountain reaches the top, I am the peak, and when the sea reaches the cliff-less sky, it is the shore. I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.

The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat can cross the ten thousand mountains. The green mountains on both sides of the strait face each other, and a solitary sail comes from the sun.

The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. This trip is not about persimmons, but comes from the love of famous mountains.

From the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance. Cleverly decorated, the pearl palace and shells are brilliant.

The shell house built in mud is detailed, and the red snails walking in the sand produce light at night. You see that the river is facing hundreds of rivers, so why don't you look forward to it?

The autumn wind is bleak, and the waves are rising. Wind 1. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. The wind is strong and the horns are blowing, and the general is hunting the Weicheng.

(Wang Wei: "Watching the Hunt") 3. The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. (Lu Lun: "Song under the Sai") 4. The wildfire will not burn out, but the spring breeze will blow it again.

(Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Fu De Gu Yuan Cao") 5. Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns home on a snowy night. (Liu Changqing: "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow") 6. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

(Du Fu: "Spring Night Happy Rain") 7. The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look out to the Five Tianjins. (Wang Bo: "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou") 8. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid of the beautiful buildings and beautiful buildings.

(Su Shi: "Water Melody Songtou? When will the bright moon come") 9. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, because the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. (Li Shangyin: "Untitled") 10. The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low.

("Chile Song") 2. Where to wake up from the drunkenness tonight, the dawn wind is waning on the willow bank. ——Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty, "Yulin Ling" 3. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.

——Song Zhinan's "Quatrains" 4. The wind is blowing high in the sky and the apes are mourning - "Ascending" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty 5. The wind blows the grass and the cows and sheep are seen low - the folk song of the Northern Dynasties "Chile Song" 6. Qiang flute Why blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. ——"Liangzhou Ci" by Wang Zhihuan of the Tang Dynasty Flowers 1. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, chrysanthemums will come.

(Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Friend's Village") 2. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. (Li Bai: "Drinking Alone under the Moon") 3. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.

(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 4. The flowers splash with tears when feeling the time, and the birds are frightened when they hate each other. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 5. Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

(Du Fu: "Spring Night Happy Rain") 6. The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is filled with flowers and trees. (Chang Jian: "Inscribed on the Buddhist Temple Behind Poshan Temple") 7. Huang Si's mother's house is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches.

(Du Fu: "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers") 8. Helpless, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned, as if they had known each other before. (Yan Shu: "Huanxi Sand") 9. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and mandarin fish are fat in the flowing water of peach blossoms.

(Zhang Zhihe: "Yu Gezi") 10. I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. (Du Mu: "Qingming") 11. Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.

(Cen Shen: (Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to Beijing)) 12. My family washes inkstones on the trees at the head of the pond, and all the flowers bloom with faint ink marks. (Wang Mian's "Mo Mei") 13. Chi Ri Jiang Shan Beautiful, the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. (Du Fu) 14. After collecting hundreds of flowers into honey, it is sweet for whomever you work hard for (Luo Yin) 15. The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers and white cauliflower are sparse. (Fan Chengda) 16. Xieluo Three autumn leaves can bloom February flowers. (Tang Dynasty) Li Qiao (qiáo) 17. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River") 18. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February. (Du Mu) 19. It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, there will be no more flowers when the flowers are in full bloom. (Yuan Zhen) 20. Children Running in a hurry to chase the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found. (Yang Wanli) 21. When spring is gone, the flowers are still there, and the birds are not surprised when people come. (Gao Ding:) 22. There is no way out amid the mountains and rivers, but there is another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

(Lu You: "Visiting Shanxi Village") 23. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. (Zhinan: "Quequae") 24. A cluster of peach blossoms blooms without an owner, the lovely deep red loves the light red. (Du Fu: "Lonely Walking by the River Looking for Flowers") 25. Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind sways the willows in the cold weather.

(Han Hong>) 26. Wild grass and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge, the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. (Liu Yuxi's "Woyi Lane") 27. After walking for two or three miles, there are four or five houses in Yancun.

There are six or seven pavilions with eighty or ninety flowers. (Anonymous) 28. The three thousand feet of Peach Blossom Pond is not as good as Wang Lun’s gift to me.

(Li Bai: "To Wang Lun") 29. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. (Li Shangyin: "Untitled") 30. The oak leaves are falling on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall.

(Wen Tingyun) 31. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. (Li Qingzhao: "Drunk Flower Yin") 32. Wild grass and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.

(Liu Yuxi's "Woyi Lane") 33. The fragrance of rice flowers talks about a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. (Xin Qiji's "Moon on the Xijiang River? Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night") The lotus leaves that touch the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are uniquely red ----------Yang Wanli's "Walking off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" April in the world is full of beauty , the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom - Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple" The fallen flower man is independent, the light swifts and swallows are flying in the green bamboo hat, the green coir raincoat, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. - Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi" The desire to wear clothes Wet apricot blossoms rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling.

————- Monk Zhinan's "Quequatrains" The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. ―――Wang Wei. 4. Poems describing scenery

The wind blows gently in spring. Fan Chuanzheng of the Tang Dynasty It is a warm late day, and the wind blows slightly.

The wind shakes the new leaves, and the light moves in the shallow flowers. The clear day is clear and the sky is dense and warm.

Looking at the green water for a moment, I felt that the fragrance was scattered. Migration relies on love, but Pei's rewards are not exhausted.

The beautiful beauty is beyond description, but the evening atmosphere is harmonious. The Song of the Lasting Spring by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty There are three or four sounds of the lingering oriole in the Forbidden Garden, the scenery is late and the wind is slow and the feeling of spring is slow.

Under the shadow of the quiet wall in Japan and the West, I walked alone among the palace flowers. In early spring, Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, the snow melted away and the ice was released again, and the scenery and the wind became pleasant again.

The fields in the courtyard are wet, and the shepherd's purse leaves grow on the walls. The official residence is quiet, with the sun closing the door to the west.

Without opening Zhuang Laojuan, who do you want to talk to? Spring Title on the Lake by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The coming of spring on the lake looks like a painted picture, with chaotic peaks surrounding it spread out horizontally.

The surface of Songpai Mountain is covered with thousands of greens, and the moon is dotted with a pearl in its heart. The threads of the green carpet draw early rice, and the green nepotism shows the new crop.

If you can’t leave Hangzhou, half of the remaining lake is this lake. Spring Morning in Nanhu by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The wind returns and the clouds stop, the rain begins to clear, and the light returns to the lakeside, which is warm and bright again.

The red mountain apricot hair is randomly scattered, and the new green water apple is spread flatly. The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy when flying, and the oriole's tongue is astringent, but the oriole's speech has not yet been completed.

I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year. Spring Water by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The waves of peach blossoms in March make the river return to its old traces.

When the morning comes, there is no sand tail, and the blue color moves the wood door. Then connect the strands of hanging fragrant bait and connect the canister to irrigate the small garden.

Countless birds have been added, and they are noisy as they compete for bathing. Li Chun by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: A hundred grasses compete with spring blossoms, Li Chun should be the winner.

Few beards and good color, many branches left. There are peach and plum branches, which can always be moved everywhere.

How can I value this so much, yet I am afraid that someone will know about it. Chun Guanxiu of the Tang Dynasty. It comes and goes, moving the furnace, without any image or selflessness.

It doesn’t take much effort to return to the wild goose, and dyeing flowers should take the most time. Mingmeng hated the wealthy family and cherished it, and Nong Nuan was deeply driven by political writing.

Don’t be surprised that we only sleep together when we meet each other. I am not interested in prosperity and decline. Jiangnan Chunhuai by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty When I was young, the yellow birds kept singing.

At the end of the world, I lost my hometown, and the old man grew up outside the river. The heart flies to Qin Saiyun, and the shadow stays in Chu and Guan Yue.

My life experience is extremely romantic, and my countryside has been in ruins for a long time. Where did Sui Yan go? He sang a long song to thank Jin Que.

Night View in Early Spring by Li Duan of the Tang Dynasty The old snow drives away the mud and sand, and the new thunder sprouts grass. The dawn frost should be on your temples, and the night rain should not rush the flowers.

It’s too late to go and return to your homeland on credit. Don’t work hard to repay the end of spring, and cherish your years from now on.

Spring Rain by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty. I lie down in white clothes during the New Year, and the white door is sparse and disappointing. The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead-foil floating lantern returns alone.

The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and there are still vague dreams in the remaining sky. How can the jade clang and seals be reached? A wild goose flies in the clouds thousands of miles away.

Early Summer on the Pond by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The water accumulates in the pond in late spring, and the trees are thick in summer. The boats are like wild ferries, and the fences are like river villages.

The music on the bed and mat is played quietly, and the wine store door is opened with fragrance. When I have nothing to do, I play with my little grandson.

Xia Yun, Caosong of Tang Dynasty, the potential can become Yue Ren, and Cui Wei will grow in an instant. The dark bird cannot fly, but the wild wind can blow it away.

There are so many things happening in one day that you forget to look back at them immediately. It's about to end with summer rain, when I first hear thunder on the river.

Summer in the Mountain Pavilion by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty The summer is long and shaded by green trees, and the towers are reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the courtyard with roses and incense.

Summer Evening View by Tang Guanxiu When I came up to chat and take a look, I felt at ease. Tao Kan Hanxi Temple, where is it now?

Drought and fog arose in Tingsha, and mountain fires illuminated the plains. Finally, he returned to the east and fought in Xu Tian.

Early summer in Husu, Tang Dynasty. The well is under the jurisdiction of Tou, and he can't help but think too much. The densely hanging beads foil the sun and sink in the sun. When sleeping, the swallow's words frequently move on the pillow, and the cobwebs of illness are half on the piano.

The flowers in the rain path are buried in bright colors, and the bamboos in the Yue Xuan turn to cool shade. I don't know how much a spring of wine costs, so I can exchange all my money for gifts.

Summer in the mountains by Tang Li Bai Lazy shaking the white feather fan, naked in the green forest. Take off your towel and hang it on the stone wall, exposing the top to let in the pine breeze.

Occasionally written by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty. Nanzhou is as drunk as wine in the hot summer, and it is almost as if it is a deep sleep and the north is open. At noon, I slept alone without any sound. The mountain boy knocked on the tea mortar across the bamboo.

Early Autumn by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty The sparse rain washes the open space, and the autumn sign is full of surprise and newness. The strong heat removes the cruel officials, and the cool breeze brings old friends.

The bottle of wine has not been drunk, and the dawn flowers are not frowning. Baht scale and plume snow, who feels old? Early Autumn on the Pond by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The lotus leaves are green and varied, and the pond is full of new autumn water.

The early coolness grows on the north sill, and the remaining light shines on the east fence. The cicadas sound lazy when they are full of dew, and the willows are dry when they are dry.

After Pan is twenty years old, why should he be more sad? Sigh of Autumn Rain by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The wind is falling and the rain is coming one after another in autumn, and the whole world is covered by the same cloud.

There is no need to argue between Malay and cattle. How can we distinguish between turbidity, Jing, and Qingwei? The ears of corn are growing, the ears of millet are black, and there is no news about the farmers and women in the fields.

In the city, they were fighting for rice to exchange silk quilts, and I wanted to discuss the two sides with Xu Ning. Autumn Mountain by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. After a long illness, my heart is full of joy, and now I am climbing a mountain.

The mountains are autumn, the clouds are cold, and everything is cold, calling me Qingbaiyan. The white stone can be used as a pillow, and the green radish can be climbed.

If you get something in your mind, you will not want to pay it back until the end of the day. Life is infinite, as if it is between heaven and earth.

My heart has a thousand years of worries, and my body never has a day of leisure. When will the dust net be untied? This is the place to hide it.

Qiu Ji by Cui Daorong of the Tang Dynasty The sky is cleared by the rain, and the distant mountains are beginning to appear, yet unknown. At night, the moon is like a hook on the river, and from time to time there is the sound of frightened fish throwing waves.

Bianbian Late Autumn by Tang Dumu There is no state in the south of the Black Mountains, and the horses are left flat and the sand is not harvested at night. The wind blows the lonely city to the corner of the evening, and the sound of it brings sorrow to the hearts of the guests.

Autumn Eve on the Xiangjiang River by Tang Du Xunhe The moonlight of Sanxiang and the water of Sanxiang are as cold as the bones of Lianpu. Sai Hong came and stayed overnight, and there were no letters from his hometown for half a year.

Autumn Moon Night by Gu Feixiong of Tang Dynasty The traveling geese welcome the wind, and the moonlight dews over the steps. The sound of the anvil rings through the night, and there are several houses on the river.

Residence in the Mountains in the Late Autumn by Tang Huangtao The refreshing air fills the air, and it is embarrassing to look at it. The lonely smoke is sad about the setting sun, and the tall trees are sick about the west wind.

The sound of woodcutter comes out from the silent mountain, and the cicadas think about poverty in the cold dew. At this time, there are foreign affairs, and several people share the same humor.

Early Winter by Tang Bai Juyi The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is good in October, and the poor winter scenery is like spring. The light frost has not killed the luxuriant grass, and the warm sun has begun to dry up the desert sand.

The leaves of the old zhejie are as yellow as those of young trees, and the branches of cold cherry blossoms are as white as wild flowers. At this time, the idle people were drunk, and the five horses had no way to enter the restaurant.

In the depth of winter, Du Fu of Tang Dynasty, the flowers and leaves follow the will of God, and the rivers and streams are full of stone roots. The morning clouds follow the shadows, and the cold water follows the traces.

It is easy to shed Yang Zhu’s tears, but it is difficult to attract the soul of Chu guest. The wind and waves are unstable at dusk. Who can I stay at?