Poetry of clear light and sparse shadows

1. Poems about Qinghui

Poems about Qinghui 1. Poems about Qinghui

"Roading on Yexi River" (Meng Haoran)

The sunset is clear and the scenery is clear, and the water is flowing through the stream.

Hongcheng loves water and things, how can he tolerate it when he is near the river.

A fisherman with a white head, a girl with new makeup and gauze.

Looking at each other, I am speechless.

"Floating Scenery and Grass" (Chen Hu)

The fragrant king sun grass brings forth the gentleman's style in spring. The light swayed low, and the shadows dispersed in the bright sun.

Slightly move the apple powder and slightly turn the huibong. The floating smoke pours over the green fields, and the distant color is blue and clear in the sky.

The colorful pond is charming and fragrant. Who doesn't enjoy Qinghui, how much it will be appreciated.

"Retitled Zheng's East Pavilion" (Du Fu)

Huating enters the green pavilion, and the autumn light is chaotic. Collapsed rocks hit the mountain trees, and clear ripples trailed the water clothes.

Purple scales rush to the shore, and blue falcons return to protect their nests. Looking for the road to the evening, the remaining clouds fly beside the horse.

2. Poems about the sound of autumn, the colors of autumn, and the thoughts of autumn

The sound of autumn by Bai Juyi Miscellaneous Songs and Songs · New Lyrics of Xiaoqu The palace is bright in color, and the sound of autumn is crisp and orchestral.

May the sage be happy for a thousand years, every year is like this year. Su Ting's Autumn Surprise on Fen. The north wind blows white clouds, crossing the river and Fen for thousands of miles.

My mood is shaking, and the sound of autumn cannot be heard. One Hundred Untitled Poems from Qian Qi's Journey to the River (One poem by Qian Jue) Sleeping peacefully, the leaves are light, the boat is light, the wind is gentle and the waves are calm.

The reed bank is filled with the sound of autumn all night long. Bai Juyi A lonely night in early autumn. The cool leaves of the well are moving, and the nearby pestle is making an autumn sound.

Sleeping alone under the eaves, I feel half asleep. Two new lyrics from Bai Juyi's ditty. The palace is bright with bright colors, and the sound of autumn is crisp and orchestral.

May the sage be happy for a thousand years, every year is like this year. Liu Yanshi, The Beginning of Autumn, this morning, I would like to stop the fire, Shang Biao has already been frightened.

The sky is turning into summer colors, and the leaves are moving with the sound of autumn. Yin Yao Fan's Two Poems on the River: Cangzhou is a dark place with dark colors and long jade gorges with the sound of autumn.

Just because the moon rises above the river, I don’t realize it has passed Xunyang. Three poems by Pi Rixiu and Lu Wangfeng. The sound of autumn on the river rises, and the waves get their name.

If the wind goes against the wind, you will still hang up your seat, if you don’t have ordinary feelings. Qian Jue's "One Hundred Untitled Poems on the River" Sleeping peacefully, the leaves are light and the boat is light, the wind is gentle and the waves are calm.

People live on the reed banks, and the sounds of autumn sound all night long. Xue Neng's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Willow Branches The clear shadow of Luoqiao covers the river boats, and the autumn sound of the Qiang flute is wet with smoke.

Just think about the public banquet in the pond, the water and cattails are in the wind and the sun is setting. Liu Yuxi climbed to the Qinghui Tower. The Xunyang River was full of color, and Peng Li heard the sound of wild geese coming in the autumn.

Looking south at the tens of thousands of people standing on Mount Lu, *** praise the new pillars. Bai Juyi's old house. The sound of autumn sounds on the far wall are accompanied by insects, and the new shadows on the eaves are reflected by the lowering of the moon's eyebrows.

The bed curtains are half-curtained and the curtains are broken. It is still the early cold and the night is approaching. Du Mu's Two Occasional Poems in Qi'an County The sound of autumn stirs up the centrifugal force, and the dream is full of sleep and the rain is deep.

From the big Wuye in front of the steps, Qianjun groaned in sorrow for what happened. Xue Neng's "Ten Willows" The clear shadow of Luoqiao covers the river boats, the autumn sound of the Qiang flute is wet with smoke.

Just think about the public banquet in the pond, the water and cattails are in the wind and the sun is setting. Cui Lu, Three Poems of Huaqing Palace. The golden lock on the door is deserted, and the sound of the setting sun and autumn sounds by the Wei River.

The red leaves go down the mountain and it is cold and silent, and the wet clouds are like dreams and rain is like dust. Cao Ye listened to Master Liu Zun playing the piano. He once heard cicadas alone in Qinghai, and listened to the spring in Kongting at night.

Unlike the quiet place in the Zhaitang, the sound of autumn grows on the seven strings. Gao Chan's Night View of Jinling once accompanied the floating clouds back to the evening green, and still accompanies the setting sun with the sound of autumn.

There are infinite painting hands in the world, but it is so sad that they cannot be painted. Li Zhong's Pair of Bamboo Lazily walking through the secluded path to rush towards the songbirds, patiently stepping on the clear shade to damage the green moss.

It’s not like sitting on a pillow behind closed doors and listening, the sound of autumn comes like rain into the pavilion. Shen Bin's Sentence The late shadows of pines leave the altar and grass, and the sound of bells and autumn sounds enters the palace.

("Pan Tianxi Tongti's Ancient Views", "Junge Yatan") Qi Ji's work in Xunyang Road The sound of autumn is connected with the mountain trees, and the color of grass is all over Tingzhou. When there is trouble, I am a guest, and there is no one to go upstairs.

The clouds are sparse and the rain has stopped, and the wild fields are wide and the Jiujiang River flows. If you want to go to the south, the poet monk will help you.

Ding Xianzhi Crossing the Yangtze River Looking out from the cassia trees, the sky and waves are bright on both sides. Linkai Yangzi Station, mountains out of Runzhou City.

The edge of the sea is quiet and the river is cold and the moon is blowing. I even heard the sound of autumn pattering under the windy leaves.

Han Hong inscribed Su Xugong Lin Pavilion (a poem written by Qian Qi). Pingjin East Pavilion is here, especially the bamboo forest period. In the sound of autumn leaves, thousands of homes are falling.

The alley is quiet with the door, and the clock is late when the window is far away. There is moss growing in the guest house, and I compose poems.

Linghu Chu said that he was pregnant on the 9th. The 29th is the Double Ninth Festival, and the sky is clear and the wild chrysanthemums are yellow. When we meet this day recently, we are often in other places.

Thousands of clouds are shining at dusk, and the sound of autumn geese is heard. Don't look up high, for fear of breaking the old man's intestines.

Jiaoran sent Judge Cui back to the Yangtze. He was told that he was only in distant service, and he went down to Guting. The sound of autumn fills the willows, and the twilight surrounds the countryside.

The smoke and water are shaking as I return to my thoughts, and the mountains are as green as Chuyi. Yuan Zhen Three elegy poems by Emperor Shun Zong, the most virtuous sage Da An Xiao (composed when Zuo was collecting the relics) A sad wind rises in July, desolating the people of all countries.

In Yuyi Jing Lane, he turned to the city gate. The dim color is early in the mausoleum, and the sound of autumn is new.

I sigh like grass and trees, but I don’t know the everlasting spring. Zu Yong: Passing Zhengqu, the road leads to Rongchuan Valley, and when the weather is clear, you can see the whole road.

Fine smoke rises on the water, and the full moon is in the boat.

The shore situation confuses travelers, and the autumn sound disturbs the grass and insects.

I am masturbating in Huairao, there is a cool breeze. Li Qi looks at Qinchuan. Looking towards Qinchuan, the sun rises due to the east peak.

The mountains and rivers far and near are pure, and the winding city is heavy with towers. The sound of autumn sounds in thousands of households' bamboos, and the cold color of Wuling pine trees.

When a guest returns home, he sighs and feels sad that the frost and dew are thick. Wang Changling Master He Zhen's Huaishi Meeting on an Autumn Night The white dew hurts the vegetation, and the mountain wind blows the night cold.

I dream of relatives and friends in the distant forest, and I feel happy in the clouds. The autumn sound outside Guo is urgent, and the moonlight is dim beside the city.

The Yao Qin is thought of far away, and is even played by guests. Autumn Colors Wang Wei Wangchuan Collection·Hua Zigang The birds are flying endlessly, and the mountains are covered with autumn colors.

Going up and down Huazigang, I feel so melancholy. Du Fu's Twelve Poems of Return of Sorrow There are also autumn colors on the river, and the fire clouds will never move.

There are brocade trees in Wushan, and orioles in the southern country. One Hundred Untitled Poems from Qian Qi's Journey to the River (one poem by Qian Jue) The autumn scenery is quiet in the water, and the sunset is high in the clouds.

Poetry is not my disease, so why not suck it? Sikong Shu, Bie Zhang Zan Today, after the mountains have cleared up, the remaining cicadas and chrysanthemums are blooming.

Climbing upstairs to see the autumn colors is the most lovesick place. Du Mu's "Autumn View of Chang'an" The building is leaning against the frost tree, and there is no mirror in the sky.

Nanshan Mountain and autumn colors are both powerful. Cheng Yanxiong Jiang Shangfeng Jiang Feng is so lush that he cannot compete with the power of pine trees.

A leaf falls on the fisherman's house, and the setting sun brings autumn colors. A woman from Xiangyi wrote about the Yuquan River. The red leaves are intoxicating with the autumn colors, and the blue stream plays the strings at night.

The good times will never come again, and the wind and rain will disappear like a year. A woman from central Hunan recites poetry in a post building. The mangroves are intoxicating with the autumn colors, and the blue stream plays the night strings.

The good times will never come again, and the wind and rain will disappear like a year. Zhao Gu's sentence: The old palace of King Liang has autumn colors, and young people with beads and shoes are embroidering their clothes.

(See the "Host and Guest Picture" above) Wu Zhu's Song of Harmony · Bronze Bird Prostitute In autumn, the Western Tomb is full of greenery, with many strings and strings playing fast and strong for entertainment. The long sleeves cannot dance, but they bear tears in front of the wind.

Li Jiayou’s Miscellaneous Songs·Jiang Shangqu The autumn scenery of Cangwu is unbearable, and the soul of the emperor’s son has been attached to it for thousands of years. Look at the bamboos on the peak, which are all stained by the tears of the concubine Xiang.

*** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs · No. 1 in Breakthrough. Tonight, the dawn is clear at the dawn of Qianmen, and the Milky Way from thousands of miles away reaches the imperial capital. The dazzling stars are driving the autumn colors, and the frosty bells are ringing.

Li Bai accompanied his clan uncle Ye, the Minister of Criminal Affairs, and Zhongshu Jia Sheren to visit Dongting. Five poems: Dongting looks to the west where the Chu River divides. The water is gone and there are no clouds in the southern sky. The autumn scenery of Changsha is far away at sunset. I don’t know where to pay my respects to Mr. Xiang.

Lu Lun's "Tianjiujiu Ci" The clouds in the terrace hall are dim in late autumn, and the king first gives the six palace robes. It's still early for the building and boat to return home, and the talented people are sent to fight and shoot.

Wang Jian Tian Shilang returns to town (eight poems in one work by Tian Shilang in Wei Bo) The horse's footsteps are light as he walks in his hometown, and the autumn scenery of the dusk mountains is clear before his eyes. The old man served wine and bowed his head together, and had to wait for him to be reborn.

Liu Yuxi Nostalgic for the Past in Taicheng The king of Qingjiang is depressed, where can I find the relics of the Six Dynasties? The palace walls are hidden and surrounded by wild swamps, and the storks sing at night, and the autumn colors are deep.

Li She inscribed Zhaoyin Temple, which is the old residence of Dai Yong. The ancient trees on the two cliffs are of various colors, and there is a well of cold spring with tens of feet of ice. I want to ask the layman Dai of the previous dynasty. The wild smoke and autumn colors are like hills.

Wei Chushi's suburban residence in Yongtao Dynasty. The whole courtyard is filled with red leaves floating in the poetic environment, and the music of the piano playing around is dripping from the hidden spring. Outside the door, the evening is clear and the autumn colors are old.

3. Poems about Yunxia

A trip to Lishan Mountain by Wei Yingwu

Looking in all directions. Visiting Daoling Mountain to descend the holy ancestors, bathing in the Huachi to gather hundreds of auspicious signs. Thousands of horses are riding in the wilderness, and the clouds, grass and trees shine together. The mountain around the forbidden battle is cut by frost at dawn, and the palace is covered with green leaves for a long time. The jade steps are quiet and peaceful, and the green trees

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are practiced, and the moonlight falls into the pool. Climb to the top of the flower, still waiting for the solitary crane period. The pine moon is chilly, and clouds are rising in patches. There are many mountains, and you can see thousands of miles away. The water in the stream and pond is so clear that it is completely mirror-like. A precious spiritual object,

Prince Teng’s Pavilion by Du Fu

The lonely spring mountain road, the king no longer travels. The ancient walls are still the color of bamboo, and the empty pavilion has the sound of loosening. Birds and birds are deserted at dusk in the village, and the clouds and clouds are passing by. Shang Si's song is blown in, and thousands of riders carry neon banners.

Twenty-three Miscellaneous Odes of Lantian River Qian Qi

Produces hundreds of medicines, and the flowers and leaves are fragrant in the early days. The appearance is like scenery, but it comes to Conghui. The wind blows out the mountain bell, and the clouds and clouds cross the shallow water. If you want to know where the sound ends, the bird will die far away in the sky. I went back to the thatched cottage in silence, and half-entered the garden. Sometimes they carry wine

As a reward for Yin Mingzuo, he presented Wuyun Qiuge Song Li Bai

The mountains and rivers contain clear brilliance. I was surprised to thank you for your happiness, and my poems were born in my clothes. The forest ravine in front of the chest is dim, and the clouds on the sleeves are covered with sunset. The immortals marveled at this thing, thousands of cliffs and ridges lingering on each other. Riding on a white deer, flying in the air, with purple zhizhi in hand

Two poems on roses by Li Jianxun

Thousands of pistils are vying to open up to illuminate the threshold, and what poets can match each other. The wind shakes the Jinjiang River, the clouds break into pieces, and the fairy's clothes float with fragrance. Chuan Lu was already strong and strong, and she was running through the wall secretly. The colorful paper is on the tenth day off, and I want to invite relatives and guests to take a look.

Send the cursive script to the monks to return to Lushan Mengjiao

The mad monk does not drink wine, but writes madly to reach the sky. I will write about the clouds and clouds until the peak of Qingming Festival. Black lightning flies from the hand, like a mysterious spring flowing out. Everything is at your fingertips, and the three lights are spinning. The clouds and clouds gather together, and the inkstones are washed and clear on the mountain. ɑSuddenly angry

Fang Qian in the mountains

In the mountains, he sells books, and he is addicted to alcohol and teaches his servants on credit. I just fished in front of the steps, but I didn't know there were clouds on my pillow. The rocks flying out of the hidden spring are still swallowed, and the path leads straight to the bridge and then slopes again. The window bamboos have not taken out this summer's bamboo shoots, but the plum blossoms in the courtyard have tried the flowers of that year.

Purple Ginseng Song Qianqi

The wind is turning beside the tiger stream, and the purple wings and red wings are fluttering in the sky.

There is no color in the bay leaves before the meridian, and the fragrance lingers in the lotus. The talented scholar in Pengshan pities the secluded nature, and the white clouds and the Yangtze spring sing new songs. You should know that fairy flowers and old clouds are not admirable. The paths are full of young peaches

Forty Rhymes of Well Ni by Li Shangyin

Martingale, traveling from the west. One day I got off my horse and arrived, when the grass was green and green. There are many good trees on all sides, and the clouds are beautiful at dusk. The ground is covered with fallen flowers at night, and the branches are covered with the singing of quiet birds. Now that Luo Mei has been recommended, Shan Zun can also be opened. Waiting for the lonely moon,

Shi Cong Meng Jiao

If the fairy speaks, the bright and clear face will have many strange features. The sounds are not mixed together, and are concentrated in all four seasons. The sun and the moon shine on each other, and the clouds and clouds create peaks. I have been fascinated by Fang Li for a long time, and I caught him walking forward. Every time a foolish strategy goes too far, it is difficult to turn back. Already hugging the moss

Li Qiao was invited to attend the banquet at Wei Sili Villa in Hexing County

Ba Shui Yu. The pine gate is stationed on the flag cover, and the hairpins and trains are guided by Xue. The stone slabs are flat on the yellow land, and the smoke tower is half purple. The road to Yunxiaxian is close, but the customs of wine and wine are sparse. Outside the trees are thousands of years old, and the springs are hanging over a hundred feet. The cliff is deep and the medicine is refined, and the ancient caves are stored.

Visiting Du Shenyan in early spring with Lu Cheng in the Jinling Mausoleum

Only the official visitors were surprised by the new phenology. Yunxia rises above the sea, plum blossoms and willows cross the river in spring. Shuqi urges the yellow bird, and the clear light turns green. Suddenly I heard the ancient tune of the song, and I felt like thinking about it.

The play presents three poems by Zhang Wudi Wang Wei

He is so pure that he eats vegetables to get rid of the dust of emotion. Today's son is so arrogant and wants to be a cauldron that cannibalize people. At the foot of Nanshan Mountain in my home, my body moves and breathes. When you see birds, they don't mess with each other; when you see animals, they all love each other. Yunxia becomes a companion, and Xubai serves as a robe. What's the matter with my husband?

Suddenly he is not poor, and he is happy to return to Luo Mengjiao by boat with Lu Tongshu. I would like to pick up the remnants of firewood and nest in the emptiness. The lower part is protected from dust, and the upper part is where Yunxia resides. The sun and the moon are locked together, and morality is clear. I don’t want to be vain, but I want to make real efforts. The two principles of reality and space are subtle,

4. Poems about grass

Poems about grass: Grass in the Trees Li Bai A bird carries wild grass in its mouth and strays into the withered mulberry.

The roots of the guest soil are dangerous, but they will not die in spring. Although the grass and trees are ruthless, they can still survive because of their support.

Like branches and leaves, each has its own glory and witherness. Li Bai saw a man named Pulsatilla among the weeds. He went to Tian's house drunk and was singing in the wilderness.

Even in the green grass, there are also Pulsatilla. Fold off the mirror and see that Wan's hair will fade away.

The faint fragrance seems to ridicule each other, leaving hatred towards the east wind. Chang Xin Cao (one for Chang Xin Palace, one for Jie Yu Yuan) Cui Guofu The grass in Chang Xin Palace makes you worried every year.

Therefore, it invades the tracks of beads and prevents the jade steps from walking. Nostalgia for the past in the Spring Grass Palace Liu Changqing The king is invisible, but the fragrant grass in the old palace springs.

Still wearing a skirt, green and green like a Chu person. The provincial alchemist studied Hengchun Cao Liang Kun. There was Lingchun Cao in Soochow, growing beside the Yan River.

Although the color of the berries and moss is messed up, it still has the fragrance of lotus flowers. He was called a distant scholar and held to serve the king of Ming Dynasty.

The beauty of the North Mountain is long, and the life of the Nanshan is longer. Gold paste is only good, but stone marrow is not good.

If you get even a drop of it, you won't die. Weeding Du Fu Weeds are harmful to people and have never hindered repairs.

Its poison is as poisonous as that of bees and flies, and its poison is as large as the Dao Zhou. Walking in the forest early in the morning, the color of the river has not dissipated my worries.

How can I wait for the high autumn when there are thorns in my eyes? Once the frost and dew condense, it is difficult to retain the leaves.

He is childish when he is hoeing, but he still asks for help every day. Turning to the middle of the water, there are no two fishing boats.

Stubborn roots will grow easily, but if you dare, they will still grow taller. Since then, the fence has been open, and the pines and bamboos have become more secluded.

The evil spirits are inseparable, and the evil faith is like a beetle. Tingcao Du Fu Chucao is cold and green, and it is thick in the eyes in spring.

The old ones are low and the leaves are lifted up, but the new ones are covered with curled teeth and heavy teeth. It is advisable to walk lightly, so that when the feast is held, the feast will be repeated.

Look at the flowers according to the sequence of the scenes, and don’t dare to be complacent. Song of Jiang Cao as a Farewell to Judge Lu Huangfu Ran It’s early spring in Jiang Gao, and there are fragrant grasses on the river.

The weeds and weeds are like Du Heng, and the clumps are beautiful and the flowers are growing. The sun is far away and the weather has been spreading for a long time. It is deep in the rain and shallow in the smoke.

Sky eyes make me sad, and my steps are slow and painful. Li Zhipu is on the shore of Xiang. I miss my husband and send my beauty to you.

Wuzhou is located along the Chuxiang Road, far away from the lonely city. When the new moon can separate the dew, the setting sun shines into the sky.

I asked you what to do when you are marching forward. The boat is flooded and the wind is late. There are fragrant grasses everywhere on Tingzhou, and Wang Sunzhen is willing to miss the date of his return.

Each of the Dongfeng Pavilions is endowed with a piece of cold creek grass, Su? Mi Li, a grass on the edge of the stream. Visitors never tire of looking at it. Yu Fang is in a quiet and old place, and the dark color looks cold.

Fortunately, I am happy to accompany you, and I am still young and green. The Ballad of Spring Grass Gu Kuang Chuncao doesn't know how to do it, so he follows others to the east city.

The beauty of the first month and the second month is endless, and thousands of miles hurt people's feelings. Endowed with fragrant grass in the imperial garden Lu Zhi In the shady imperial garden, the Yao grass grows long in the sun.

Hao Mi is filled with smoke and vaguely with the setting sun. After the rain, the grass grows denser, and the wind is warm and the scent of the flowers begins.

Supporting the stick and running along the road, riding on the carriage to enter the founding chapter. The wet smoke cannot be dispersed, and the fine shadows are chaotic and traceless.

I am always afraid that the time will be late, who can tell the beauty of early beauty. Grass Zhang Nanshi Grass, grass.

It’s a good deal, optimistic. It grows all over the ground and makes people grow old.

The golden palace and jade bricks, the ancient roads in the deserted city. Thousands of miles away, the green color is so sad that spring is early.

Whenever the north and the south part, the east and west fall. Originally from the mountains, he was in the arms of Wang Sunwei.

Spring Grass in Longchi Chen Yi Youthful Phoenix Garden, fine grass is all over Longchi. Quzhu makes friends with apple leaves, and returns to the pond to make friends with willow branches.

Because the wind is blowing at the beginning, it is overturned and wants to leave. The golden embankment of the color belt is quiet, and the yin and jade trees move.

The sun is shining brightly, and the waves and shadows are moving. How can it be more remote than life? Fang Xin is unknown to everyone.

Linghu Xianggong saw the newly planted cymbidium and two grasses, and ordered his co-author Liu Yuxi to go up to the grass in front of the imperial court and move it to the Han River. Although Zhumen has moved to another place, the jade trees still have some shade.

The bright colors are still shining, and the fragrance is never found again. The brilliance of a child's wear, the softness of a beautiful heart.

Cherish the evening with far-sighted thoughts, enjoy the quiet sky and sing alone. Those who send messages to a close friend will play the harp in the wind.

Provincial Examination Scenery Floating Between the Grass Liu Yuxi The spring scenery is bright, the grass is green and the spring is beautiful. The history of chaos is different from each other, and the richness and beauty cover each other.

At first glance, there is a slight movement in the thick and soft edges. The broken shadows turn over Chonglan, and the floating fragrance turns over Conghui.

The smoke is brilliant and colorful, and the dew is like beads. Fortunately, I am picking up the sun, and now I am approaching a prosperous age.

Farewell to the ancient original grass by Bai Juyi. From the original grass, the grass dries up 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 also sent the king and grandson away, full of love.

Grass in the trees Zhang Hu Grass in the green trees, supporting the roots is not without danger. Grass grows but trees die. You can know the prosperity and decline.

Injury to Micao Yongtao Micao is like a guest’s heart, and it dies first every year. There is no way for the flowers to fall, but they can only rise due to the wind.

Tingcao Cao Ye Tingcao has shallow roots and has left no trace of good fortune. I lower my heart even an inch and don't dare to blame the spring breeze.

Fragrant Grass Luo Ye In the residual rain south of the wall of the abandoned garden, the color of the robe is covered with velvet. The faint fragrance attracts tourists, and only in the distant green can the traces of pheasants be separated.

It is a long-lasting regret to see the three Chus crossing the river, but it is rare to see them outside the gates of the Five Marquises. Even if there is a spring breeze every year, there will be ten thousand horse tracks and wheels.

Fangcao Luoye In Shangtian Street on the bank of Qujiang River, there are many cars and horses in both places. It's not like seeing the beautiful flowers in Nanpu, but the mist and rain are half harmonious in the evening.

Spring Appreciation (one is for fragrant grass, the other is for spring outings with melancholy and pregnant feelings) Luo Ye The fragrant grass and smoke are getting greener with warmth, and the busy roads are suddenly growing. Every year I review the affairs of the world, only the spring breeze does not reflect the worldly sentiments.

Spring Grass Tang Yanqian Followed the dream into the pond, unintentionally in the golden valley. The green wind blows green all over the world every year.

Spring Grass Tang Yanqian The sky is north and south around the roadside, and the roots are everywhere. The luxuriance is always a ruthless thing, and the east wind blows green one year after another.

Qujiang Spring Grass by Zheng Gu The flowers have fallen on the river embankment and the weeds are covered with warm smoke, and the grass color is distant after the rain. Don't let the incense wheel roll over and become green and broken, leaving it behind for a drunken sleeper who is worried.

In the Wuwu Year of Guanghua, the Provincial Examination of Spring Grass and Blue Color Poetry and Occasion were titled: Zheng Gu, Chang Hong, stained with fresh blood, and full of dew on the riverside. If you want to find the flower path, you should get lost in the green people.

The window screens welcome the crowds, and the hairpins and jade aunts become green. The sky is newly clear and the clouds are setting in spring.

Grass by Wu Rong cannot be dyed, nor can it be painted. Chang Hong should not have this color when he was not dead.

Spring grass is green in color Wang Hub Xi Xixi east fan, luxuriant grass color is new. The blue is thousands of miles deep and shallow, and the sky is bright and springy.

The young leaves are soothing in the smoke, and the slight fragrance moves along the waterside. The bright sunset shines on the golden pond, and the chariot road stirs up the dust.

How great is the power of creation, and the yang and the force are self-balanced. Today is the day of birth, I sincerely wish you good luck.

The spring grass is green by Yin Wengui. The fine grass is blue and green, and the grass is green and green on the south bank of the river. The luxuriance is like regretting farewell, and the luxuriance hurts the spring.

The sparse rain and smoke are moist, and the setting sun is fine and evenly colored. Flowers are sticky and prosperous, and people use their softness to overcome the wormwood.

The water in the palace pool reflects lightly, and the chariot road dust is lightly covered. Du Hui Ru Ke knot, vowed to repay the favor.

Grass by Xu Wei The deserted steps of the abandoned garden are accompanied by green moss, and it is hard to forgive the long-lasting kindness and resentment. The elk in Gusu eat and think about food, and the king and grandson of Chuze will not come.

The color is as tender as dyeing blue juice, and the leaves are as sharp as cutting with scissors. After the death of Yan Zhao, there were many ministers, and Guo Kuitai was famous for thousands of years.

Roadside Grass Xu Wei Chudian Qinyuan is thousands of miles flat, but who taught the roots to grow beside the road. The light hoofs and embroidered hubs look like they are treading together, but when they are together they are prosperous and not prosperous.

Spring grass by Cao Song is not only full of ponds, but also has the fragrance of beautiful verses in dreams. The spring breeze has enough power to lead up to the ancient city wall.

Medicinal Herbs Su Zheng The emperor is tired and tired, and Kun Ling fulfills his duties. He has contributed to the world every year, and has cultivated both the noble and the humble.

Because it is produced among many grasses, those who want to pick them know it. A branch is like a god, and a thousand pieces of gold are not worth it.

Growing grass but not medicine cannot show the virtue of a scholar. If the raw medicine does not produce grass, there is no way.

5. Poems about mountains and rivers

"Deer and Chai" Wang Wei

No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard.

The shadow returns into the deep forest and shines again on the moss.

"Birdsong Stream" Wang Wei

The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.

"Zhuli Pavilion" Wang Wei

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.

"Mountain Dwelling in Autumn" by Wang Wei

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

"Passing an Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran

An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.

"Looking at the Lushan Waterfall" by Li Bai

The incense burner in the sunshine produces purple smoke, and you can see the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance.

The flying stream falls three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen into the sky.

Too many.

Think of the above songs