Poems describing natural scenery
1. The foggy field is like a dream
The thin veil of fog envelopes the fields
The distance is vague Looking at the village and the trees
Inadvertently stepped into a dream
There was a beauty in the wild
The breeze was flowing gently on the hair
The earth is filled with silence and emptiness
The tender green wheat seedlings are quietly jointing
The hibernating heart is waking up in a dream
2. The vast foggy field
Trekking through a distant dream
Meeting in the mist
The world is confused and silent
Holding hands silently
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Walking in silent time and space
There is no information about spring yet
The cold wind is still sharp
The ridges of fields under my feet
Just like the winding Great Wall
Look up at the invisible sun
Listen to the inaudible birdsong
The tender green wheat seedlings
Trembling slightly at the feet
A very hazy hope
A blur of hope
Sowed religiously in the generous loess land
In my chest
3. Send from afar
What you sent to me
is exactly what I want to send to you——
Snow White The emotions hit the powerful sound
The forest is surging, the valley is roaring, the sea is stirring
The mist is instantly dispersed, the sun is so bright
The sky is very high, the fields are vast
What you told me
is exactly what I want to tell you——
The surface of the river is frozen with a cold appearance
The latent passion is flowing
p>The waves have long withered because of frivolity
Long-term storage makes the wine mellow
What you gave me
is exactly what I want to give you ——
The warm fire in the cold night
The golden fragrance of chrysanthemums beside the dead branches
The clear sweet spring in the desert
In the birdcage Graceful singing...
IV. Fragments
(1)
The swallow cut through the drunken spring breeze
and brought one in its mouth The Kite of the Past
My feelings are like a string
Being pulled very long by the kite
(2)
Snow The feelings of love once spread in the wilderness
The feeling of dreams once filled the kiss
Now they have been framed
and have been set into exquisite frames
Hanging in the most conspicuous place in my life
(3)
What is quietly melting is the snow in the distance
What is gradually drifting away is the past Fog
has not dispersed or melted
It is the feeling of a dream and the emotion of snow
"Describing Scenery, Not Lyrically"
Rejecting a word , I thought it would be easier than leaving you
Where the wind blows, the leaves can’t help but turn green
This is summer, I forgot a while in my dream
Wake up Come, inevitable. The crooked grass connects to the deserted city
It is more unfortunate than the farewell poems of the Tang Dynasty. We have no tomorrow
I am in the sickly depths of the sun. Hope it rains
This is the only way to cool down. The magpie's tail is too long
but its cry is short. People's many criticisms
come faster than the rain.
The fence is intimately entangled with vines
The red dragonfly lands on such short-term happiness
Speechlessly
"The Secret of the Night"
One moon is obviously not enough. The loneliness of a tree blooms in the faint shadow. Glimpses of flowers at night
Beauty chooses to sigh. The dewdrops gradually become rounder
Be gentle and don’t reveal those crystal secrets
The stars fall in the sky and the birds encounter the forest
It’s all the same. The lights come on and then fade
Some past events fly away with the wind. Such simple tranquility
It must be reasonable if it exists
The sun may love the night deeply, but you don't know there are many more.
Please forgive me for remaining silent when dawn is about to break
I remain silent
Purple smoke rises from the incense burner in the sunshine, and I can see the waterfall Guaqianchuan in the distance.
The water flows down three thousand feet, and I doubt it. It is the Milky Way that has set for nine days.
The Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward here.
The green mountains on both sides of the bank face each other, and the solitary sail is coming from the sun.
In the spring of Budeze, all things are shining -------an ancient Chinese Yuefu poem "Long Song Xing"
I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors---- ----Tang He Zhizhang's "Ode to Willows"
The light rain in the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most advantage of spring is that it is better than the smoke of willows all over the emperor's capital - Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Shows Water" "Beside Zhang and Eighteen Members"
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. -----------"Two Evening Scenes on the Spring River by Hui Chong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
It is easy to recognize that when facing the east wind, spring will always be full of purples and reds--"Spring Day" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty
The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows will not blow on your face. ----------"Quatrains" by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only the shallow grass can avoid horse hooves.---"Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" by Bai Juyi
The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream. ―――――Wang Wei's "Birds Singing in the Stream"
The spring tide brings rain and comes late, and there is no boat on the wild crossing. ――――Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream" .
1. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have been wiped out. (Liu Zongyuan: "Snow on the River")
2. The day is over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. (Wang Zhihuan: "Climbing the Stork Tower")
3. Hui Dang is at the top of the mountain, with a panoramic view of the mountains. (Du Fu: "Wang Yue")
4. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is covered with deep vegetation in spring. (Du Fu: "Spring Outlook")
5. No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. (Wang Wei: "Lu Chai")
6. The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. (Li Bai: "Moon over Guanshan})
7. I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain. (Li Bai: "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain")
8. At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is thick with bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields") Poems describing natural scenery
Bamboo and Stone
Zheng Xie
Determined The green hills are not relaxed, and their roots are still in the broken rocks.
Even though you have endured countless blows, you are still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.
Jiang Xue
Liu Zongyuan
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Brief analysis The beauty of this poem lies in nature, creating an unusual artistic realm and highlighting the poet's depressed mood and arrogant character.
Small pond
Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle,
The shade of the tree shines on the water, which is clear and soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners,
There have already been dragonflies standing on their heads.
Autumn in the mountains
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huannu, and the lotus leaves the fishing boat②.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay ③. Ancient poems describing natural scenery
1. A Picture of the Four Seasons of the Lotus
Lotus,
How many storms are there to wait and see?
The New Year is here,
Just spread your good name.
Lotus,
How much love is sprinkled in the world?
Under the sun,
no one can compete with you.
Lotus,
To whom are you giving me love throughout your life?
Thinking of you,
I am still leaning on the railing in the middle of the night.
Lotus,
For whom will your fragrance last forever?
Only I,
have been waiting for you for ten thousand years.
2. Wind
Wind,
blowing the long sleeves and dancing in the sky.
How many years have passed,
I have been blown away by my sleeves.
The wind,
blows the warmth into dreams.
Thousands of miles away,
Come and go without a trace.
The wind,
blew the young man into a white-headed man.
People are old,
They are not surprised by favors or humiliations.
The wind,
blows down the stars from the sky for me.
Transformed into spring rain,
falling to the ground silently.
3. Frost
Frost,
brings coldness to the small village,
overnight,
the world changes with new makeup.
Frost,
makes people miss my hometown.
Tell me:
Time has passed.
Frost,
knows that I am studying hard in the cold window.
Frozen:
The moonlight shines brightly in front of the window.
Frost,
advise me not to be sad from now on.
When you are sad,
your beloved is far away.
4. Rain
Rain,
the sound of my heart sings to me.
The song is not finished yet,
dancing gently with the wind.
Rain,
Sadness is like black hair and hatred is like wisps.
Comfort me:
Gentle as a parent.
Rain,
Can you know that I am looking forward to suffering?
The rain falls,
The world cheers?
Rain,
every drop is like a blessing.
For the world,
Breed rice and grain.
5． Snow
Snow,
is a happy date once a year.
Ask softly:
Do you remember me?
Snow,
often turns the world into heaven.
In the Kingdom of Heaven:
Who is not transcendent?
Snow,
How many grudges have been forgotten?
As clean as jade,
purifies the soul and soul.
Snow,
Who can say a thousand words?
Under the snow-capped mountains,
blood and fire are flowing.
6. Cloud
Cloud,
Who do you send tenderness to every day?
This love,
makes people cherish their red lips.
Yun,
Who are you knocking on the boudoir door for every night?
When the door opens,
there is no green skirt.
Yun,
Who do you want to be a neighbor in your dream?
When you wake up,
you will be surrounded only by the stars.
The clouds,
turn into the autumn rain and make people sad,
the autumn rain passes,
the heart is broken and the soul is broken.
7. A picture of the four seasons in the countryside
In spring,
the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds fill the village.
Listen carefully,
every sentence is a local accent.
Summer,
A painting in front of the village and behind the village.
After lunch,
enjoy the cool under the big tree.
Autumn,
There are friends from five continents.
East Coast,
Let’s meet to see seagulls.
Winter,
The festival is already in full swing.
On the street,
there was the sound of firecrackers.
8. Ten Songs of Wild Goose
(Ten Songs Pictures)
Wild Goose,
Have you ever dreamed of your companion?
Late at night,
I hear you sighing from afar.
Wild geese,
The sound is like the calling of the soul.
When I first heard it,
my liver and intestines were broken for you.
Wild geese,
The majestic appearance of the past is gone.
In a crowded place,
Don’t miss it from now on.
Wild goose,
How can you take away my thoughts?
Left behind:
Millions of tender feelings.
Wild goose,
I went to the inn again today.
Looking for hometown,
Pedestrians stop and look.
Wild geese,
bring new wishes to the poet.
Flying freely,
The poet is looking forward to it.
Wild geese,
The wings are still aligned.
The cold wind is strong,
The lineup is not in chaos.
Yan,
has a noble nature and is the most romantic.
Among the white clouds,
made Chang'e praise her.
Wild geese,
fly for thousands of years without getting tired.
For the sake of the common people,
drive away suffering and hardship.
Wild geese,
have a mind that is thousands of miles high in the sky.
With you,
the world is brighter.
9． Poems, Songs
Poetry,
How many people know about this masterpiece?
When I enjoy myself,
my talents are revealed.
Words,
As if intoxicated or fascinated.
Read carefully,
every sentence is magical.
Song,
Flying with the wind to the willow flowers.
When you meet a close friend,
you will have many close friends from now on.
Fu,
The Eastern dragon dances wildly.
When dancing,
shake off the wind and rain.
10. Sun, moon, stars
Sun,
your world is the most beautiful.
Because of you,
I have read all the events of the ages.
The moon,
passed by my window tonight.
Quietly,
Adding to the loneliness.
Stars,
For whom do they shine in the night sky?
Do you know when
will you enter my dream?
Chen,
Thousands of miles of hard pursuit.
Sigh the Milky Way,
Separate lovers.
11. The Four Treasures of the Study
Pen,
How many wars will start from this?
In the blink of an eye,
The war is thousands of miles away.
Ink,
becomes the Five Mountains in my writing.
The five mountains are so high that geese cannot fly over them.
Paper,
retains the only one in the dream,
Life is like,
A fleeting moment passes.
Inkstone,
The years pass away and turn into attachment.
How many people are reading Qin and Han Dynasties under the lamp?
12. Picture of a water town
The river,
flows endlessly into the distance.
Like blood,
connected to my hometown.
River,
White swans fly from the source.
Ask me,
For whom did I write "Three Farewells"?
Lake,
The stone wall stands more than a thousand feet tall.
Cut off the clouds and rain,
Show off my ambition? Poems describing natural scenery
Spring Dawn by Meng Haoran I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen. Recalling Jiangnan by Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are redder than fire. When spring comes, the water on the river is as green as blue. I can't forget Jiangnan. The Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple by Bai Juyi The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom. Everlasting regret has no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn. Tianjingsha Spring Unnamed Detail Warm sun and gentle wind in spring mountains, curtains in pavilions and pavilions. Willow swing in the courtyard. Orioles are singing and swallows are dancing, and the flowing water on the small bridge is red. Happy Rain on a Spring Night Du Fu Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city. Sending people off to travel to Wu. Du Xunhe. When I see you in Gusu, I will find you all resting on the river. The ancient palace has little free space and many water lanes and small bridges. Lotus root is sold in the night market, and Qiluo is carried on the spring boat. I know that the moon is not sleeping in the distance, and my homesickness is in the fishing songs.
Writing about lotus: The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
Written about rain: Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
Writing about snow: When the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches.
Writing about wind: The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face without chilling it.
Write about natural scenery: The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and the oriole sings in the deep trees.
"Spring Dawn"
Tang Meng Haoran
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 at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
"Ode to the Willow"
Tang He Zhizhang
The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"A Happy Rain on a Spring Night"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city.
"Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
In April, the beauty of the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
"Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
North of Gushan Temple and 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 becoming more and more charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side, with its green trees and white sand embankment.
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 covered with wormwood and reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
"A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It"
Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty
Ying Lian's teeth are imprinted with green moss, and the small buckle firewood leaf cannot be opened for a long time.
The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
"Spring Day"
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 the east wind, and it is always spring with its colorful colors.
"Little Pond"
Song Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the clearness.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple"
Song Yang Wanli
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
"Mountain Travel"
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
"To Liu Jingwen"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
There is no rain cover when the lotus is gone, and there are still proud frost branches among the chrysanthemums.
You must remember that the good times of the year are the time of orange and green.
"Ode to Plum Blossoms"
Song Wang Anshi
There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.
I know from afar that it is not snow, but only the faint fragrance.
"Snowy Plum"
Lu Meipo, Song Dynasty
The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in the spring, so the poet spent money on commentaries.
The plum blossoms are a little less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms. Poems describing natural scenery
Written by Ji Zhong, Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty
Riding a horse from the desert, driving to the fortress. Why is the border town so desolate? It's daytime and dusk. As soon as I arrived at the battle place, I was worried that the barbarians would turn over. Is there no Anbian book? The generals have accepted the favor. Melancholy about Sun Wu's affairs, he closed the door alone after returning.
Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: Picking Mulberries, Tang Dynasty
Since ancient times, there have been many battles, and the origin of the art is armored soldiers. Driving thousands of miles, two people were leveled with one fell swoop. Pressing the sword from the desert, singing songs filled the imperial capital. It is a message to all generals in the world that they must establish a reputation for martial arts.
The Sayings of Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty
The prime minister on the left is Xuanwei in the desert, and the prime minister on the right is famous for his paintings.
Recording the words of the garrison soldiers during the border tour Yu Xi of the Tang Dynasty
Twenty years belong to Lulong, and thirty years guard against the desert. He loves his career all his life and does not realize that joining the army is an evil thing. Today's guest has changed his temples and knows that he has learned to bend his bow incorrectly. Red flesh aches and gold sores, others become Wei Huo. I look at the king's gate with broken eyes, and the king's gate is miserable and sparse.
Mandarin Duck, Lu Rubi of the Tang Dynasty
Double floating double baths next to Moss Island, Liaopu Langao embroidered curtains. The egrets and egrets that grow long can be pure white, and they don't follow the sweaters. Xia invades the green and fragrant quilt and warms it, and the building leans against the Qingyun Palace with flying tiles. The wild geese in the desert should smile and follow the sun. The smoke in Dongting is warm and makes me want to return home.
Twelve Rhymes of the Stalagmite River in the Middle Reaches of the Tang Dynasty, Lulun of the Tang Dynasty
The morning sun shines on Lingshan Mountain, and the mountains and rivers are vast and crisscrossed. There are no old records in books, but Gun and Yu should have made new ones. The Milky Way flows down the double walls, and lotus calyces spit out from one peak. Snow rolls in the center of the pool, and beads fall on the belly of the rock. There are colorful clams in the brocade bag, and fragrant flowers curl up on the ropes. The apes are exposed to the sun, and the dragon's cave is fishy and yin. The fishermen talk in silence, and the immortals in the cave can be heard leisurely. The pines lean against Zhu Yi, and the oil curtain of Guangshitun is there. The things of Cathay and Thailand are left behind, and the mountains and springs are full of happiness. There is a strange bird in the pass, and the rotten rice is an unknown medicine. If I want to test the young master's prescription, I also chant the works of Great Yin. The banner cannot be stationed, the ancient fortress is in the new desert.
The Snow Queen of Chang'an by Yu Tanzhi of the Tang Dynasty
When all the blue clouds are falling, the snow falls at the end of the world. The grass is open as a well ground, and the trees are broken with nest branches. Wild ferries nourish cold wheat, and high springs raise forbidden ponds. He came out of Danque in the distance and faced Lin Yi. Climb the eaves to get the sleeping pieces, and take a peek at the flowers.
The air hits the wings of birds and freezes into the hoofs of horses. The north is connected to the desert, and the south is thought to be the end of the sea. Cold light and plain color blow into the dusk wind.
Ming Bing Chapter, Tang Dynasty·Fu Jiamo
The vast rivers and seas in the northern continent are condensed, the southern mountains are covered with ice day and night, and the bright moon rises in plain colors. In the deep mountains and poor valleys, you can't see it for yourself. An Zhi gathers and recommends it, and the underworld is dry and covered with cold fans. In the second month of Yangchun, the dynasty begins to bloom. The spring light pool covers thousands of gates, and the emperor comes out during the bright ice time. Tong Ting is illustrious with nine rituals and preparations, his waist is filled with jade and thousands of official affairs, Ming Bing Bi Fu Zhou is in power. I recall yesterday that the cold wind in the desert rose, the ice on the Kunlun River began to grow strong, and sweat accumulated in the pavilions. The sound of the Yanjiang River comes up, the ice on the pond in the Forbidden Garden has reopened, and the swaying green culverts reflect the towers. In the seventh month of Binge, the king's wind begins. He cuts the ice to hide it and uses it as a Zhaowu track. There are thousands of sacrifices at all times.
Fenghe Shengzhi sent Zhang Shangshu to patrol the border. Cui Taizhi of the Tang Dynasty
Nanting Hu's luck is exhausted, and the stars of the Big Dipper are flying. The flags and drums are approaching the desert, and the banners are coming out of Luoki. Guanshan surrounds the jade barrier, and the beacon fire reflects the golden light. He repeatedly offered curtains and strategies, and frequently inherited the temple's prestige. Riding on the river, meandering across the Long Banner. The earth's veins are flat for eternity, and the sound of the sky shakes the nine surroundings. The chariots and horses are angry, and the horses are standing in the sky. In summer, the trees are still turning, and in autumn, the trees and grass are deep. I send you a farewell gift to Tianshi, and I give you royal robes with grace and honor. Standing still, Yanran sings, and sings the bell to plan his return in the day.
Presented to Cui Hao, Governor Zhang of Liangzhou, Tang Dynasty
Hearing that you were a general of the Han Dynasty, you stopped your cavalry and invaded the south. He left the fortress to clear the desert and returned home to pay homage to Yulin. The wind and frost ministers are suffering, but the Lord's kindness is deep. As an envoy to Xihe, I know my heart and serve my country.
Picking Mulberries by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
Since ancient times, there have been many battles, and the origin is Shangjia soldiers. Traveling thousands of miles, you can achieve success twice in one fell swoop. Pressing the sword from the desert, singing songs filled the imperial capital. It is a message to all generals in the world that they must establish a reputation for martial arts.
Five Odes of the Five Lords·Wei Qi Gong Gongzhong Tang·Zhang Shuo
Qi Gong was born in the world, and heard the cranes chirping in the sky. The theory of Qing Dynasty is speculated early, and the Xuanxin is surpassed later. Entering Xianglang Temple to be quiet, leaving the army in the desert. Seeing the deep worries of Lu Lu, he proposed Chen Ping's plan. Willing to eliminate the evil of the emperor is enough to repay the late emperor.
Staying at the Jinhe garrison by Zhang Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
In the morning, he set off for Tielinyi and stayed at the Jinhe garrison at night. Traveling in a hurry, traveling thousands of miles in a day. But seeing the change in appearance and hair, I don’t know how old I am. A long journey through the desert brings a lot of things to do.
Song under the Great Wall by Rong Yu, Tang Dynasty
There is no vegetation in the northern part of the Great Wall, and black kites nest among zombies. The desert is empty and the wind blows all day long. There are many hardships in fighting, and there are no four seasons of hardship.
Ancient meaning: Dai Xiujue of the Tang Dynasty
In the late autumn, the wind blows, and the sea becomes gloomy and gloomy. The captives plundered Henan, and the Han soldiers garrisoned Ba. Feather books startle the desert, and Diao fights make noise in the pavilions. The Guansai is so vast, and the beacons are looking at each other from a distance. Weak age and unfavorable festivals bring many knights to visit. Throwing a pen and abandoning life, Tigo chases flying generals. When the sword is drawn out, it shines white with frost, and the crown is strong with anger. He will make great achievements, and he will treat you as a lord and prime minister.
He was commissioned to build the city of Shuofang in six states and took the lead. Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty
Following the imperial edict, he was subordinated to the border and built the city of Shuofang. Drive away the dog and sheep tribe and reach the border of Rongxia. The son is happy with Yu, but the king would rather be lazy. In the thirty-year period when there is no guilt, hundreds of pheasants look at each other in gloom. The majestic view of the desert is vertical, and there is a cut-off sea sun in the north. The second court has paused, and the king has come to the five ridges. Driving to the top of Chongyong, I gazed at the wilderness. A thousand miles away, there is no depression, the grass and trees are desolate. Based on Shi's news about the past and present, he felt the rise and fall with emotion. The Han barrier is far away from the river, and the Qin city is long into the sea. If there is no temple policy, it will cause disaster in the summer. Dao Yin's previous karma declined, but his luck has blossomed and now it is prosperous. It is made into the form of a hundred kings, and it can be used for thousands of years of defense. Horses and cattle are cornered, and their sharp edges are thrown away on the battlefield. Don't you cherish virtuous work and aim at Yongkang? The one who decides what the king does is called Dai Chen Songzhang.
Six pieces of music under the plug, by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The beacon fire shakes the desert and illuminates the sweet spring clouds. The Emperor raised his sword and summoned General Li. The military energy in the sky is united, and the sound of drums can be heard at the bottom of the mountain. Be bold and courageous, and fight to eliminate the demonic atmosphere.
Gift to He Qi, Judge Changhao Tang·Li Bai
Sometimes I feel melancholy and sit there until midnight. The clear sky is roaring, and I want to understand the chaos of the world. The heart goes with the long wind, blowing away thousands of miles of clouds. Ashamed of being born in Jinan, he recited ancient Chinese prose at ninety. Otherwise, with the flick of the sword, the desert will collect extraordinary achievements. How can I raise the fragrance among old people and dead people? The Master is now playing music and music, and his talents are the best among the three armies. If we end up with the same origin, we will be depressed and drowned in the group.
Ode to the Wild Geese by Li Yuan of the Tang Dynasty
Leave the desert sooner or later and fly everywhere from the south. There is a lot of rain and snow in Guanshan, and feng shui damages sweaters. The soul of the blue sea should be cut off, and the letter of the red building should be sparse. I don’t know how much money I can leave to return home.
Song under the plug by Li Qi of the Tang Dynasty
A young man learned to ride and shoot, and he was brave enough to win the title of Bingzhou's son. Zhi Ai was born early, and his meritorious service was in the desert. Rong whips are inserted under the waist, and Qiang flutes are blown in the snow. The physical strength should be exhausted now, but the general is still unknown.
Send to Secretary Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty on the 35th day of high school
The wheat in Kongtong is ripe, and I am willing to leave Wang Shi. Please ask the general, how can we use poverty and desolation? The hungry eagle is not full of meat, so it flies with its side wings. The high school students straddle the pommel horse, which looks like a quiet and peaceful place. After getting out of the book, he started to say goodbye to Chu Chu. I would like to ask who is the official today? He is very powerful. Replying to Secretary Yun Yi, he is ashamed of what the country's scholars know. It is not easy to know the truth of people, and we must be more careful about our manners. After ten years of leaving the shogunate, he will be able to hold the throne. This trip is very special and is enough to comfort my thoughts. The man's fame and success came to him when he was the eldest son. We often hate each other and have little love, each at the end of the world. Another example is participating in business, which is miserable and sad. The swans are blown away by the sudden wind and cannot follow them. The yellow dust obscures the desert, where can I think of my son? If there is spare power in the border town, I will send you poems about joining the army as early as possible.
Three Elegies for General Wuwei by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
He was an excellent swordsman and could shoot animals with his bow. The sharp edge travels smoothly, but the fierce attack loses its momentum. Chiyu Qianfu's meal, the Yellow River freezes in ten months. Traveling across the desert, his speed is still known to this day.
Accompanying Qiu Shiyu's ancestors to listen to Cui Xiaoshu playing the piano on a winter night Yang Juyuan of the Tang Dynasty
The snow-filled atrium reflects the moonlight in the forest, and the Xie family quietly enjoys the Yao Qin. Chu Fei's waves are far to the south, while Cai Nu's misty desert is deep to the north. Gu Pan has never missed a song, but diligence is always the sound. If the elegance is used to stimulate poetry, one's heart will not reach Qiu Chi.
Qi Shang rewarded Xue Yu and sent it to Guo Wei Wang Changling of Tang Dynasty
Since I left Beijing, my heart has been desolate. After ten years of observing the rules and sentences, thousands of miles are empty. Going north to climb Jimen, you will see the vast desert. Leaning on the sword and facing the wind and dust, I think about Wei Huo with great emotion. I brushed my clothes and went to Yanzhao, driving my horse and feeling unhappy. The sky is long, Cangzhou Road, Handan Guo at dusk. Wine shops may be flooded, and fishermen often stay in the lake. Traveling alone is difficult, who can quit working in the cauldron? The emperor's love is pure and ancient, but the current customs are not superficial. Reasons and principles must appoint virtuous people, and people are looking for misfortune. Therefore, I am in trouble with talented people, and I am free and easy-going. Hidden economic policy, vertical and horizontal construction and security work. The hope suddenly sounds first, and there is no promise in the wind period. Floating in Laozhou County, I am so far away that I can only make jokes. I walked east to see the shell mounds and to the west I looked at Mi Guolue. The water in Qi is so deep that the floating clouds are unbearable. My plan is suitable, but the way of heaven is not vast. Otherwise, if you buy a mountain field, you will have to work with it.
The Song of Prime Minister and the Military March, Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Blow the trumpet to move the passers-by, and make a noise to move the passers-by. Jia croaking and horses neighing in chaos, fighting to cross the Golden River. Sunset falls in the desert, and the sound of war is in the smoke. All tied to the neck of the famous king, come back to repay the emperor.
Marching from the Army Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Blow the trumpet to move the passers-by, and make a noise to move the passers-by. Jia mourned and the horses neighed in chaos, fighting to cross the Golden River. At dusk in the desert, the sounds of war are amidst the smoke and dust. It is tied to the neck of the famous king and presented to the emperor when he returns.
Sent to Hebei for work in autumn, Tang·Pei said
In the north wind desert, my son is far away from the army. Although the road to officialdom is not far, the name of the poem is important to hear. The cicada is sad for the setting sun, and the carvings resemble dark clouds. It's hard to fall in love here, the mountains before us are mixed together.
Xiazhou Road in the Tang Dynasty, Xu Tang
The vast desert is vast, and it is getting further and further away from Helian City. The forts meet each other, and the river moves and the waves swirl. There are no cicadas hissing and breaking willows, but there are bandits like defensive soldiers. Whoever can't bear the cold and hunger will finally make this journey.
Chile Song
Northern Dynasty Folk Song Author: Anonymous
Chile River, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain,
The sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields .
The sky is green and the fields are vast.
The wind blows the grass and you can see cattle and sheep.
Modern Poetry
Grassland Literature/Wang Weike
?You rise and fall into a posture
?Young green expression and delicate skin
?Welcoming the call of life and Tengger
?God’s care and acceptance
?This vast and boundless geography
? Let the free blood blend into the body
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?Clean body and mind and unrestrained soul
?I am in a city of depression and emptiness
?Feeling and yearning for your self-esteem
?You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart
?How I hope that one day
?Your limbs can move toward In all directions
?Spread hard
?Let the hope of life be able to swallow up those
?The adverse effects caused by sandstorms
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?Strong horses in the vast territory
?The beauty of clear spring water and wild flowers
?Swaying reeds and flying swans
?Putty Simple herdsmen with flocks
?Rich mare milk and delicious meat
?The original state continues here
?Pure hearts thrive here
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?You are God’s reward for kindness
?Sinful human beings are poisoning you ignorantly
?You are the most beautiful person in the eyes of confused people Paradise
?The cruel reality destroys you mercilessly
?Your source has become turbid and dirty
?Your face has become haggard and yellow
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?Who buried your beauty ignorantly
?You are confused in my eyes now
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?Sad eyes I can only watch
?Imaginations of the past
?The numb human beings have lost all their conscience
?Human beings with insatiable desires
? Do you really hope that one day
?Be quietly buried by the rolling yellow sand
?Your experience makes me sentimental. A poem describing natural scenery
Zhaitang Gorge At the head of the meandering river, thousands of miles of wind and smoke meet the plain autumn
"Eight Autumn Songs" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn sand on the far bank is white, and the mountains are shining red in the evening
"Five Poems in the Autumn Wilderness" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Autumn is approaching in the sky, and the shadow of the moon on earth is clear
"Moon" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn wind and autumn rain are sorrowful
p>The fragrant red lotus root leaves the jade in the bamboo mat, Li Qingzhao cuts a plum blossom in autumn
But the cold weather is so good that Qiu Xinqiji
The autumn wind cannot blow away the love of the jade gate. Li Bai Wu Ge at midnight
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. Liu Yuxi’s Autumn Poems
In August, the high autumn wind howls and rolls around my house. The three-story thatched Du Fu thatched house is broken by the autumn wind.
Autumn flowers are pale, autumn grass is yellow, autumn lights are shining, and autumn nights are long.
I already feel that the autumn window is endless, and the wind and rain can help the desolation.
How soon will the autumn wind and rain come? , I was shocked to see the green autumn dream through the autumn window.
I couldn’t bear to sleep with the autumn love in my arms. I asked myself about the autumn screen and moved the tear candle.
The tear candle shook the short husk, and the sorrow moved with hatred. Li Qing.
Whose autumn courtyard has no wind, and whose autumn window has no sound of rain?
Luo quilt cannot withstand the force of autumn wind, and the residual leakage makes the autumn rain rush.
Even at night, the pulse is whistling again, and people seem to be weeping in front of the lamp.
The Hanyan courtyard turns to depression, and the sparse bamboos drip at the empty windows.
I don’t know when the wind and rain will stop. The window screen has been wet with tears. Cao Xueqin's autumn window is stormy and rainy
Cen Shen
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and the sky is full of snow in August.
Suddenly like a spring breeze overnight
Come, thousands of pear trees are in bloom.
The bead curtains are scattered and wet, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guard's iron clothes are cold Still holding.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds are condensed thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, and the fiddle, pipa and Qiang flute.
One after another, the snow falls on the camp gate. , the red flag flutters in the wind and does not flip over in the cold.
I see you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you leave, the road to the Tianshan Mountains is covered with snow.
You are nowhere to be seen when you turn around on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
Song of the Ancestor
The Yin Mountains in Zhongnan are beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds.
The forest shows the color of Ji, and the city becomes colder at dusk.
Spring Snow Liu Fangping
The flying snow brings the spring breeze, wandering around in the sky.
You look like a flower, but you are in the east of Luocheng.
Liu Zongyuan
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared;
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow on a cold river.
An ancient poem about scenery said:
"Looking at Luofu in the snow, the jade peak rises high,
I don’t know the village at the foot of the mountain, but people live in plum blossoms."
Bodhisattva Man (Li Qingzhao)
The sound of returning home is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind the window and the smoke from the furnace is straight.
The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter.
The sound of the horn reminds the dawn to leak, and the dawn is bright. Back to Niudou.
It is difficult to see the flowers in the spring, but the west wind leaves the old cold.
Shen Pei
The snow is just beginning to fall outside the curtain, and the fragrance of the green mantle has not faded away. .
Sitting alone in the cold night makes one feel tired, the distance is far away, and the broken dreams are even more lonely.
Quatrains (Du Fu of Tang Dynasty)
Two orioles sing in the green willows, A row of egrets ascend to the blue sky.
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
"Snow Plum" (2 poems) Lu Meipo
Plum Snow The struggle for spring has not yet come, Sao Ren Ge wrote a review.
The plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms.
There is no spirit without plum blossoms, but there is no snow. Snow without plums is vulgar.
Poetry at dusk and snow all day long, combined with plums, is very spring.
"Listening to the sound of Dong Da playing Hujia and sending messages to the house" Li Qi
Cai Nu used to make the sound of Hujia, and every time she played it, there were eight beats out of ten.
The Hu people shed tears and touched the grass, and the Han envoys broke their hearts to the returning guests.
The ancient garrison is green and beacon fire is cold, and the wilderness is heavy and snowy.
First brush the Shang string and then the corner feathers, the autumn leaves in the surrounding suburbs are startled [扌奇][扌奇]
Master Dong, Tong God, the demons are eavesdropping in the mountains.
No matter how late the word is, it will be faster than the speed. It will spin back and forth as if it were a feeling.
Hundreds of birds scatter in the empty mountain and reunite, and the clouds in the thousands of miles are cloudy and clear.
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The neighing young geese are missing from the flock at night, cutting off the voice of Hu Er's Oedipus.
The river is still and its waves are quiet, and the birds have stopped singing.