What are the ancient poems describing the early morning?

The ancient poems describing the early morning are:

Shajiangcun Middle Road, Huanxi 1

Fan Chengda? Song dynasty

Ten miles in the west of the field are ripe fragrant rice, hibiscus fences are long with bamboo filaments, and the fruits are green and yellow.

The dense fog knows that the autumn morning is wet, and the thin clouds cover the sun and noon, so there is no need to fly over to protect the army.

Translation:

Golden ten-mile flat land, fragrant rice fragrance, red hibiscus flowers beside the farmhouse bamboo fence, long bamboo swaying in the wind, countless green and yellow mountain fruits hanging on the branches, smiling like flowers.

The fog is getting thicker in the autumn morning, and the humid air is refreshing. The thin clouds at noon covered the sun again, not to mention protecting my uniform with a cover.

2, complaints, eyebrows

Ouyang xiu? Song dynasty

The curtains are covered with a thin layer of frost in the morning. Oh, try plum makeup with your hands. Each has his own hatred, so the paintings are far away.

Think of the past and cherish the lingering fragrance. Easily injured. It is the most heartbreaking thing to fold the song before laughing.

Translation:

Roll up the frosty curtains in the morning, warm your hands and try to comb the new plum blossom makeup. Because there is too much sadness in my heart, don't hate it, so I draw my eyebrows as long as the distant mountains.

The past is like smoke, and it is even more sad to lament the lost years. When you are ready to sing, you will be unhappy first. When you want to laugh, you will still have hatred and frown. This is the most painful day.

3. Early bamboo.

Fan Chengda? Song dynasty

After morning makeup, I broke a slight cold and chatted wearily through the saddle.

The line is fine and foggy. Look at the overlapping mountains.

Green ears blow smoke straight, green streams bend bridges.

Hundreds of birds are like welcoming guests, feeling without thinking.

Translation:

In the morning, I put on my clothes and set off across the saddle in the slight cold. This move actually dispersed my tired and stubborn body.

On the way forward, the thin, gentle morning fog was washed away, and watching the mountains and peaks overlap seemed to flash out of the fog.

In Yuan Ye, where the rice ears are lush, you can see the smoke from the farmhouse as straight as a tree from a distance. The green stream flows briskly and ripples when it meets the bridge bay.

Hundreds of birds and songs seem to be playing a melodious and euphemistic welcome song, cheering and singing to me on horseback intentionally or unintentionally.

4. Be good and leave early

Wen tingjun? Tang dynasty

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown.

When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.

Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.

Translation:

Get up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots have shaken; On the long journey, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly.

The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Banqiao is full of frost, so guests should follow their feet first.

Withered oak leaves are covered with barren hills and roads; There are bright pale white and bitter orange flowers on the mud wall of the post office.

Recalling the beautiful scene of dreaming of Ling Du last night, flocks of ducks and geese were playing in the lake pond on the shore.

5. Buddhist retreat after the broken mountain temple

Chang Jian? Tang dynasty

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.

Translation:

I entered this ancient temple in the morning, and the rising sun shone on the mountain forest.

The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the meditation room is hidden among lush flowers and trees.

Beautiful scenery in the mountains, birds singing more happily, the water in the pool is empty, and taking pictures of the beach makes people's thoughts disappear.

At this moment, everything was silent, except the sound of ringing the bell.