From Song Zhangyan's "Crossing the Clouds and Mountains for a Long Time", I repeatedly recalled Xizi's Hangzhou Spring and was disappointed.
The distant mountains disappeared into the sea with the sky and the sky. I leaned against the tall building to watch the sky, and the wind blew hard at dusk. Turtledoves crowed outside the curtain, it was drizzling around, and several idle winter fields crossed the river to the beginning of spring ploughing, taking advantage of the spring rain to hoe the ground. Young leaves are like smoke, and the willow buds are green. Now think about it, the new green of this smoke has dyed the West Lake green. I remember that in the depths of the closed mountain, two or three willows will close.
Worried. The ancient river bank of the barren shoal, the duckweed minor of the broken duckweed, will drift to the Jiangwan? I still think that the waist is only afraid of a narrow one, which will be light, thin and lonely. I often wonder why I will soon see her beautiful peach-like appearance, but even her letter has been broken recently. Even though the letter is far away, why can't you see it in Lian Meng?
Explanation:
The distant mountains sank into the sea with the vast sky. When I leaned against the tall building to see the sea, the wind was very strong and dusk had just risen. Turtledoves crowed outside the curtain, and it was drizzling all around. A few idle winter fields plowed across the river in spring and hoed the ground in the spring rain. Young leaves are like smoke, and willow tips are new green. Now, this smoky new green must have dyed the West Lake green. I still remember that I lived in seclusion in the depths of the lake and mountain, and two or three willows hid in Chai Men.
This spring scenery worries me. Barren sandbars, ancient riverbanks, broken branches and duckweed evacuation, where will they drift to Jiangwan? I still feel that my waistline is afraid of shortening my belt, and the lonely lamp makes me look thin and lonely. I often wonder if I can see her face as beautiful as a peach blossom soon. Why did she break all the letters recently? Even if the letter is far away, why can't you even see it in your dreams?
2. If you stay in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature.
From Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden Part I in Wei and Jin Dynasties.
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. 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.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Explanation:
When I was young, I didn't adapt to the secular character, and I naturally loved natural scenery. It has been more than ten years since I fell into the trap of official career and stayed away from the countryside in a blink of an eye. Birds in cages miss the forests where they once lived, and fish in ponds miss the deep pools where they once played. I am willing to open up wasteland in Yuan Ye in the south and go home to farm according to my stupid idea. There are more than ten acres of land around the house in Fiona Fang, and there are 89 huts and huts.
Elms and willows are hidden on the back eaves, and peach trees and plum trees are neatly planted in front of the house. Houses in neighboring villages are faintly visible in the distance, and smoke is floating over the village. Several dogs barked in the deep streets, and cocks kept crowing at the top of mulberry trees. There are no worldly chores in the yard, and there is plenty of comfort and leisure in the quiet room. Trapped in a cage for a long time without freedom, I finally returned to Forest Mountain today.
3, don't laugh at farm wax wine, keep chickens and dolphins in good years.
Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village in Song Dynasty
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. 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 day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Explanation:
Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. The harvest year is very bumper. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns, worrying that there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared between willows and flowers. The day of playing the flute and drums for the Spring Festival Club is coming, and the simple ancient style is still preserved. In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.
4. The rice under the Ehu Mountain is fertile, and the finless porpoise is half covered.
Social Day by Wang Jia in Tang Dynasty
Goose and lake, crops grow well, every household is full of pigs and chickens.
It's getting late, the shadow of mulberry trees is getting longer and longer, the spring feast is gradually dispersed, and the drunkard goes home happily with the help of his family.
Explanation:
The rice beam at the foot of Ehu Mountain is plump and the harvest is in sight. In the barn, the pig is fat and the chicken is strong, and the door is half open. As the sun sets, mulberry trees reflect long shadows. After the Spring Festival, every household helped the drunkard to return.
Seagulls hover under the sand, and egrets fly on the wide beach. Who knows that I am looking for Fan Li's heart? He can forget the worldly wisdom.
Talking from Wennan crossing Lizhou in Tang Dynasty
The water is sparkling under the setting sun, the curved island shore is endless, and the hillside is green as jade. Seeing that the horse has gone to Bo Yang by ferry, Liu Xiaqun on the ferry is waiting for the boat to return.
The boat passed through the shallows, and the struggle between grass and grass was scattered around, and the little egret in Shuitian Bay Aha was swept away. Who knows that I am looking for Fan Li's heart? He can forget the worldly wisdom.
Explanation:
The setting sun shines obliquely on the open water, and the winding islands connect the green hills. From the river came the neighing of horses watching the ship return, and Liu Yin's men were waiting for the ship to dock. The vast sand grass scattered from the gulls everywhere, and the lonely heron spread its wings and flew over the boundless river fields. Who can float freely on the vast rivers and lakes in a small wooden boat like Fan Li?
2. An ancient poem related to life, Lu You's "A Trip to a Mountain Stream Village"-Xiao Mo farmhouse is full of wine, and there are enough chickens and dolphins in good years. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village. Drum drum follows the spring club, and the clothes are simple and ancient.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Cunju
Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and small,
Green grass by the stream.
Drunk and charming,
Who has white hair?
The big-eared hoe fights west and east,
Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop;
I like children and scoundrels best,
Lying on the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Fan Chengda in Southern Song Dynasty
Plums are golden, apricots are fat,
The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin.
No one crossed the long fence,
Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly.
Book Lake, Yinxian County, Bi Sheng
Wang Song Anshi
The eaves of Mao Yan are long and quiet, without moss.
Flowers and trees are all planted by hand.
Fields protected by water will be green,
The two mountains facing your house seem to have pushed the door open in green.
Poetry: Passing the Old People's Village
Tang Meng Hao ran
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
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.
3. What are the poems describing ease? 1. Rain and wet clothes can't see idle flowers and fall to the ground and listen to silence.
2. Pick chrysanthemums under the east fence and see Nanshan leisurely.
The weather is getting better and better, and the birds are back.
The caged bird loves the old forest, but the pond fish misses the old source.
If you stay in the cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
drink
Song Tao Yuanming
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
There is real meaning in this. I have forgotten what I want to say.
Farewell to Yan Shiyuan
Don Liu Changqing
The spring breeze leans against the green city, and the water town is cold, cloudy and sunny in spring.
Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence.
Sailing alone on the sunset river, the grass is green in Wan Li, Hunan.
If the host asks every acquaintance, Qingpao has missed the Confucian scholars today.
4. The poems describing the comfortable life in ancient times are summarized as follows: Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei is a hibiscus flower with a red calyx in the mountains.
There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall. After the rain, standing in the autumn evening, Wang Weishan lives in autumn.
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. Wang Wei's Birding Creek is full of idle osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. In the farmer's house in Weishui described by Wang Wei, in the countryside where the sun sets, 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. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.
Wang Jian's Tian Jia Xing has a male voice and a female voice, and people don't complain. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper.
There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes.
In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate! Zhang Ji's Wild Old Songs The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of Shan Ye.
Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.
The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat. Nie's "The Wounded Family" sells new silk in February and new valley in May.
Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle.
Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room. Wei's Tian Jia Guan begins with a light rain and new flowers.
Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.
When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.
There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
Du Xunhe's "Widow in the Mountain", because soldiers defend Mao Peng, linen and ramie clothes are 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.
In the farmer's house in Weishui described by Wang Wei, in the countryside where the sun sets, 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 Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring, spring pigeons are singing in the house, and apricot flowers are white at the edge of the tree.
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.
5. Poems about comfortable environment. It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
Crossing the dry water of mulberry for no reason, I hope Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Journey to the North")
A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and a wild goose sang in autumn.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? .
However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? .
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians are coming and leaving.
Home is the cold plum in Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems.
Home is the bright moon when I looked up. I found it was moonlight and sank back. On a quiet night, I suddenly remembered Li Bai's home.
Home is the nine ileum of Ma Zhiyuan's "Qiu Si" in which "when the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world".
In the Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao, home is "but I look home, the twilight is getting deeper and deeper, and there is a sad mist on the river waves".
Home is Li Bai's "Spring Night in Luoyang", in which Yu Di is dancing in the dark and scattered in the spring breeze, which is a sultry nocturne.
Home is the nocturne of "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, knocking on passenger ships at midnight" in Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge.
Home is Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou", "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?" .
Home is a note written by Li Shangyin to a friend in the north on a rainy night. "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, it's raining at night."
6. Beautiful sentences about ancient customs Change your life with my three fireworks.
I am young, and I am young. Strip, countless fireworks, you look back with the light; Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
Who finally broke the string, the flowers fell on the shoulders, how many beauties were lost in a trance, and how many pieces of acacia were broken, leaving only the blood-stained ink fragrance crying. The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone.
Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me. Let him know everything and smile for you.
Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties. Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.
Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that. Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country.
I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing. Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning. The night covers the bright moon, and people go to the empty building, and they can't tell how lonely they are.
This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break.
The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River enveloped the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever. Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Several sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, life is up to me. After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent. At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.
The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter. Never look back, why not?
Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Always born in a casual year.
Look back at the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.
A kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, and a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession. Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.
Drink a glass, drink snow, and be at a loss for another year. Turning around, a wisp of Leng Xiang was far away, the snow was deep and the smile was shallow.
Will you fight me in the afterlife? A flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.
The fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself. Who should be robbed by whom, who has been obsessed.
If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine in my life. If life is just like the first time, being a Taoist is not the same.
In me the tiger sniffs the rose. After the feast, I was in tears.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River enveloped the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever. A thousand years of fame, a lifetime of burial, a delicate country, and a ridiculous life without a monarch.
Phoenix, who once played here, left without permission and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried. Tears hero, the world is much more bitter.
Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy? Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
The rainy night turned the sky blue. Some people can create surprises without gestures.
Remember, the rosewood hasn't come out yet, and I didn't go either. Who sighs in the years.
Han Xiao is boundless, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past. At the beginning of the world of mortals, mountains and rivers are boundless.
Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled. Jiangnan style, Tianshui is completed, and the desire of heavenly education goes against the body.
Hand over the mountains and rivers and smile for you. If it is rough, there is no regret.
The past, covered by years, is fleeting and hastily covered with a touch of sadness. Flowers covered by years become blank.
I'm still watching over you on the other side. Those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past, please don't be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful and thrilling.
Your journey will never see my old age again. Long songs when crying, for those unfulfilled promises, for the deepest love in life, finally dispersed into clouds.
Walk the sky with you and see the flowers everywhere. I am young, and I am young.
I remember that year, Na Yue, weeping willows and purple flowers were in the east of Los Angeles. The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone.
Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song. Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal ties; Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.
The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is light. Relive the old dream, the old friend has gone.
Fire-stained Maple Forest, song month, Qionghu, the first floor of Long song. Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine.
Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same. Yuzhu once wrote about the phoenix tour, where people go to the building and the water flows in vain.
He smiled and ruined himself in the years. You can also drink tea quietly and crush this scene, the bustling fireworks.
The glitz of the world of mortals is fleeting I'm not me. You turn around and walk away. It's not me in Suzhou.
Several sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, life is up to me. After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
Life is like a flash in the pan, just suddenly. However, I have lived a long time, but I can remember what you said.
The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent. This paper is a bit old and fuzzy.
But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years. At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.
The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter. Holding on to the old and imprisoning time and space, I suddenly came to a mirror that people can never see through, but I mean, there are thousands of years in the world, such as my moment.
Getting drunk is the leading edge, and the wind and rain are falling. Where are you going? Unreal and boundless, once met, I will never forget it.
What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host? The world out of my generation, into the rivers and lakes, someone reminded; Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.
If you win, you lose, and if you are sad, you will grow. If you have wine today, you will be drunk, and tomorrow you will be worried. Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed. That's it, mountains and rivers will never see each other again.
People and the sky are empty, why forget each other, why smile and be amazing. Never look back, why not?
Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water.
What day is tomorrow?
7. Poems that describe beautiful, comfortable and cheerful mood need to be drunk when singing during the day, but I pack my books and poems crazily.
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Du Fu
The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army.
Go to Ma Rufei to enjoy flowers, and go to Ma Rufei to enjoy flowers. When the wine is weak, it is dusk when you wake up, and it is dusk when you wake up.
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Su Shi
(Monday)
Qin Guan)
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
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Du Fu
("Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Autumn came to the border town, the sound of the horn sounded, and the peaceful bonfire lit the bonfire. Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure!
Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang River should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.
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Lu you (winking)
Water looks like a beautiful woman's eyes, like a beautiful frown.
Want to ask pedestrians where to go, eyebrow eye Ying Ying.
8. The more beautiful and sad archaic sentences, the better. 1. Last year, today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. I don't know where to go. Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
2. Looking for it, it's cold and gloomy. When it's warm and cold at first, it's the hardest to rest.
It is a shame to feel tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
4. Flying around, what do I look like? But sandpipers in the vast world! .
Bad luck has a bitter frost on my temples, and heartache and fatigue are a thick dust in my wine.
6. But before he conquered, he died. Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats!
7. Go to the blue sea, look along the coast and see those abandoned bones. The new ghost wails there, and the old one is loudest in the stormy dark sky.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed.
9. West wind roller blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
10. Platanus acerifolia dripped and dripped at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence.
1 1. Everything is done for nothing, and tears flow first.
12. Leng Xiang dispelled new dreams. You can't afford to be hurt.
13. Flowing flowers, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure.
14. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness, especially the general taste in your heart.
15. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn
16. The rain is coming, and the flowers are all over the garden, which makes people cry.
17. Even if you meet each other, you should not know, your face is dusty and your temples are frosted.
18. Dead vines and old trees are faint crows, and small bridges are flowing. Ancient roads are sparse, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world.
19. The fallen flower intentionally follows the flowing water, and the flowing water has no heart love.
20. How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.