Aesthetic poems about ci (does anyone know ancient poems with ci? )

1. Does anyone know the ancient poetry with the word "Hua"? See the giant palm to save "send the eldest grandson to judge Wuwei". Du Fu Ma Qixin chisel hoof, silver saddle.

The eastern suburbs are still at war. The dark valley has been forever.

Go to the autumn regiment to rebel against Hu, rise to the island, and have both. Embroidered clothes Huang Bailang, Tian Yi horizontal holding.

The son calls the top first, the maid-in-waiting is not old, and the situation is like a stone. I received my legacy during this trip.

Ming Di roamed the sky, talked, swung through the castle, rode to the river, and the colors of the ruling and opposition parties faded. The patriarch led Rong Yuan.

How to achieve the majestic atmosphere and suppress the flood source? Li asked.

If you live in the beloved Leeds Mountain, you must arrive early. The moon has come, and it is white to make out with each other.

Take my friendship with the official and take something else. At the end of the micro-leisurely, majestic and clear.

The son of heaven worries about Liangzhou. When Xin Chou was lucky in Chang 'an in October, he went out to Xiyue with his entourage, and He Qiongchong was in Qixi Town, Shenquan.

If people are broad-minded. I've heard of Shouyang.

The mountains are all beautiful. In October, the pickaxe hoes off, and the middle peak is beautiful, so you don't need to sweep it with electricity. In this way, I can't eat, the clouds will never be mentioned, and the customs will be recreated.

There is a Jun Fu Temple, and I'm going back to Fang Hao. I didn't respect it until I lost my poem. I believe in spiritual creation and I became famous in junior high school.

God sends sorrow far away. The west pole column is also inclined, which makes me wish I could hold it. I want to hold Cao Ling and get a national treasure.

Clouds, springs and waterfalls.

2. About the beautiful poem 1, change your life with my three fireworks.

2. elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

3, long streets, countless fireworks, you pick up the lights and look back.

Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

4. Who finally broke the string and the flower fell on the shoulder, blurred.

5, how many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying.

6, the vast land is broken with a sword, where the bustling songs fall. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

7. Let him know everything and smile at you.

8. Send a song to Jun, and don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

9. Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.

10, listen to the string break, break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

1 1, there are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I don't know whether I like you or not.

12, whoever forgets the other party first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

13. There used to be a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.

14, when all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

15, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

16, still water flowing deeply, singing loudly; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

17, under the moonlight, laugh at the love and hate in the world, and the world is full of red dust and endless flowers.

18, the clock hangs under the eaves, and the eaves are the clock guards, but the clock doesn't know; The wind moves the clock, the clock is the song of the wind, and the wind is incomprehensible; The world says that ruthlessness is the wind; I mean, what's wrong with being stupid!

19, several times lamenting the joys and sorrows of generations, ridiculous life is not up to me.

20, Millennium fame, I buried your life, exquisite country, ridiculous but no king's life.

2 1, peach blossom is lonely, because it grows for people touched by love; Bloom for the injured.

22. The Phoenix that once played here, so that this place is named after them, failed to keep the appointment and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.

23. Once the world is completely silent, I don't know whether I am sad or hurt.

24, still water flows deeply, and songs are sung; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

25. The past, covered by years, passed by in a hurry, throwing a faint sadness in a hurry.

26. You leave this season without sadness. Only endless thoughts are spreading wildly.

27. Life can be full of joy, and there is no regret in death.

28, store up eternal love, crush deep red acacia.

29. The river is lonely, its banks are dark green, and you are everywhere.

30. Caring about the charm of Qingyuan is an unreachable sadness, such as the lonely moon in Wei Yun, which can only be seen from the horizon.

3 1, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.

32. Sighing the tears of a red face and the death of a hero, there are many sufferings in the world. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?

33. Dusk is like smoke, clouds are full of illusions, and Dianthus sounds like maple bells;

Brewmaster, an idle man, gave birth to a poem, let him have a drink.

Du Ying Buyi, Lonely Wind and Poetic Moon, Going to Stay, Mei Mei Bird;

Gardenia blossoms have soil and flowers, and autumn pools are cold, rainy and old.

The ups and downs of life and the signs of the world's haste naturally appear before us. Turning around silently, distant mountains and flowing water, red dust and diaries, mottled and memories all cover up the dust fate of more people in the ink-like picture scroll.

35. Don't go north. Looking back, it was amber. Turn for a lifetime.

Dust fell and washed away the lead. Who trapped her hands and poured out the world for her? Who won the beauty and traveled around the world with her?

The wind blows the sand into a desert, so you wait for me, waiting for ten years of long meditation.

When I meet you, I am destined to be above you. He looks for the green void, below, the yellow spring.

36. How many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying.

37. Sitting alone on the windowsill in front of the mirror, the face is vicissitudes, and people are drunk on the wall.

38. If you can really take Wan Li Road.

Then why do you miss you so much?

It is a romantic millennium, and Wan Li is a country.

Not as good as the moment I looked at you.

39. Who will really see the end of the world with whom, a beautiful face, white hair, or a wonderful flower in the sea.

40. The light and shadow are still cold, and the water is still cold.

3. Beautiful sentences about dawn 1, dawn, look up at the sky, the sky is wrapped in a thin layer of clouds. When I entered the forest, I looked around and everything was silent, silent and quiet.

At dawn, there is a lake beside the forest. The lake is like a water mirror, like a noble snow lotus, holy and dignified. The lake rolled into a whirlpool, rippling on it. The smiling faces of the children are reflected in the water mirror, which is really clear and full.

3. At dawn, the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves and the ticking of dew falling on the ground are intertwined and spread, and finally they are euphemistic and graceful.

4, gentle morning light, running melody, your smile, refreshing. The bright roads and tall bunkers in the city left behind our fermented words and the secrets of the sun, just like leaves falling from dew.

5, Dawn, Qingshi Road, leaving her mark, warm and poetic! With dreamy eyes, she scattered the beautiful affection of that place at dawn. The earth woke up because of her and the world jumped for her. In her beauty, the world has added a freshness.

6. The cool breeze blows gently and the long hair is lifted. The air is filled with faint fragrance, and the turbid clouds in the sky gradually disperse. The morning light reveals a pair of bright eyes, and the colorful morning glow slowly unfolds.

7. At dawn, the loofah vines in the vegetable field next to it grow in clusters along the direction of the shelf, and the uncle bows his back. That black mass is only covered with silver hair, shining in the oriental sun.

8. At dawn, the nearby bamboo forest is green, and the one beside the road is swaying gently in the morning breeze, which is the most beautiful bride in the village. A gray turtledove landed on a bamboo branch, and the crooked branch walked low, and a gust of wind swept by. This is really "if she just turns her head and smiles, there are a hundred spells".

9. It's dawn, and the rain is pouring down outside the window. The romance of rain caught my eye. I stood by the window, propping my cheek with my elbow, quietly feeling the romance of the rain outside the window.

10, at dawn, the hearttree shook badly with the wind, and the leaves still showing buds in Xia Feng became greener. Rain, splash, rain and fog.

1 1, the dawn brings fresh rain, and the fresh rain brings fresh breath, which makes people stop, wait and see, wander, listen carefully to the soothing rhythm of raindrops, savor the wet rain in the April sky, and feel happy faintly, comfortably and silently.

12, at dawn, it was quiet all around, and the sky was like a pale blue tulle with water vapor. The notes of the wind swept through the brow and dripped from the water.

13, the trees on both sides were washed to the edge, and the strong plant breath followed. The path is full of clusters of daffodils, and the white petals are dotted with glittering and translucent water drops, like tears on children's eyelashes, dancing in this boundless morning light. The rain on the ground gradually evaporated, like a bathing fairy, slowly wetting the fog.

4. Find the original sentence 1 about "Time flies". It took only half a cup of tea to cool for a whole century.

2. Too much attachment, but I can't finish reading this half volume of red dust.

The fog in front of me blocked your hazy eyes but pierced my clear heart.

Dear, rolling in the abyss, your face is like a flash in the pan.

People are in the end of the world, and there is nowhere to play acacia.

6. If fate is superfluous, put it in parting; If goodbye is unnecessary, try to be ruthless.

7. Affection is strong and love is strong. How do you know that HongLing is wrong? All roads lead to the same goal. Happiness is also a worry, and happiness is also a worry. You can't stop until you step through the snow in Xun Mei and look back at the end of the day.

8. If your heart is moving slightly, you can't help feeling far away. There is no right or wrong thing. Everything is wrong and can't be traced back.

9. If everything was too tired, the fate would have been exhausted.

10. It's a long time and a vast sea of people. I am lucky to meet you!

1 1. If I speak first, will the days still flow like water?

12. Maybe it is the marriage in the last life, maybe it is the fate in the next life. Seeing each other in this life only adds to the fruitless resentment.

13. Humanitarian sea water is not half as deep as acacia. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless.

14. Tender as water, courteous as a dream, you can take care of the bridge and go home.

15. Beauty is far away, but lovesickness is hard to compensate.

5. Poems on Rain Appreciation 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")

4. There is no rain on the mountain road and the clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "On the Mountain")

5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. (Zhang: "Yu Gezi")

6. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th)

7. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu: "Qingming")

8. Wu, a cold rainy night person, is seeing Chu Mountain off. (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)

9. Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and the guest house is green and willow. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")

10. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. (Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake after Chu Qing")

6. A beautiful poem describing the full moon.

Tang Li Shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.

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Why do exquisite musical instruments have fifty strings, each of which reminds me of my youth? Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu. The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls. Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke. Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.

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