1. What are the poems that describe tranquility?
Night Snow Bai Juyi
I was surprised to find the quilt in the pillow was cold, but I saw the bright light from the window again.
Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
Entering Ruoye River Wang Ji
How common is the boat, the water is empty and long.
The clouds are far away, and the sunshine is flowing back.
The noisy cicada forest is more than quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded.
This is a place where I miss you and I have been traveling there for many years.
Entering the Ruoye River Cui Hao
The boat has arrived at the cloud forest.
Sitting among the fish and birds, shaking the shadows of the mountains and rivers.
The sound in the rock answers itself, and the words in the stream are quiet.
Everything is so quiet, stop and look at the remaining scenery.
Staying at Furong Mountain in the Snow Liu Changqing
At dusk the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor.
Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night.
Xiaofa Zhao Gu
It is advisable to start the trip early, as Kuangfu is returning to the south.
The shadow of the moon is on the edge of the mountain, and the sound of the bell is faint across the lake.
The remaining stars and fireflies are shining, and the fallen leaves and birds are flying in fright.
Going across Nanzhu, the trees are deep and the people are sparse.
Staying at the foot of the mountain Bai Juyi
Staying alone at the foot of the mountain, walking quietly towards the middle of the moon.
Wherever there are clay pots by the waterside, there is the sound of pounding mica at night.
Night Mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji
When the moon falls, birds sing and the sky is filled with frost, and the river maple, fishing fire, and melancholy sleep.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
Staying in Luo's Pavilion to cherish Cui Yong, Cui Gun and Li Shangyin
The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is separated from the city.
The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.
Mooring in Qinhuai Du Mu
Smoke cages, cold water, moon cages in the sand, mooring in Qinhuai at night near a restaurant.
The business girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river.
Hope in the Heart Zhu Changwen
The dragon carries the rain out of the cave, and the bird flies with fragrance from the flowers.
The bright moon can be seen in the broken white clouds, and the yellow leaves can be heard pounding clothes when they fall. 2. Poems about the word "quiet"
1. If the body is not still, the body will be in danger. The way to maintain health is to move. Zeng Guofan, a military strategist and statesman of the Qing Dynasty
2. Calm your mind and prolong your life, and do not seek for things to grow your spirit. Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
3. Love is between movement and stillness: fate is between gathering and separation. Chinese modern writer Zhang Ailing
4. In the Qing Dynasty, there was taste but incompetence, and leisurely love was like a quiet love for a monk. Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, "I will go to Haoxing to enjoy the joy of traveling to the original place"
5. Quietly recalling that my family members are thousands of miles apart, watching the third watch of the moon alone. Qing Dynasty official and poet Zhang Wentao "Moonlight Night Book"
6. Thousands of spring doors are quiet, red incense falls, and the sound of orioles echoes in the shadow of green poplars. Qing Dynasty scholar Zhu Shouking's "Spring Orioles"
7. Two or three clumps lying near the window can add tranquility and tranquility. Song Dynasty poet Liu Jian "Hsinchu"
8. The light of the lake is neither a ghost nor a fairy, the wind is calm and the waves are full of quiet light. Su Shi, a writer of the Northern Song Dynasty, "Five Wonders of the West Lake at Night"
9. The birds are constantly singing, the sky is quieter, and the flowers bloom late and the ground should be biased. Wang Tinggui, a poet of the Song Dynasty, "Moving to East Village" 3. Please give me a lot of poems about "quietness", thank you
The people of Shicuitingzhou are quiet, and there are two pairs of gulls and herons.
The silence of the material covers the cloud windows, and the dust fills the mournful strings and dangerous pillars. Walk quietly around the green shade and lie down listening to the sound of rain.
The heart of the opposite is also calm, empty and white are facing each other. The sound of the spring is heard and breathed again, and the movement and stillness follow the stimulation.
Thinking about it quietly, there are gaps in every corner. It is difficult to rely on the vastness to seek the essence and principles in silence.
The winter jasmine in Chang'an is sour and green, and the soil in Jincheng is crisp and quiet. The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, which makes people feel quiet at first.
A branch in the bamboo is leaning, reflecting the tranquility of the forest. Rabbits are walking and blackbirds are chirping, people are talking quietly, and the red coats all over the stream are singing.
The chapel is deep and quiet, no one is there, the green window is filled with calm and fragrant sounds, the chilly cicadas are about to report the autumn weather, and it is a quiet and secluded place. Don't say that you have no friends, restlessness and quietness each have their disciples.
Only those who respond to silence will believe, and those who are difficult to move will speak. The night is quiet, the clouds and sails are low, the moon shadow is low, the Taoist courtyard is quiet, the moss color is even with the deep bamboo.
The King of Xing will be in a calm and demonic atmosphere, and the saint’s life span will last ten thousand springs. Being able to warn oneself against the spring is like looking at the mirror calmly.
In his later years, he just likes to be quiet and doesn't care about anything. For the sake of Tao, there is no such thing as a hut, and my heart will be calm.
The water is still and cold at night, and the fish will not eat. The boat is full and empty and returns at full moonlight. If the suburbs are not peaceful, the elderly will not be at peace.
I am willing to kill Shan Yu and drive away from Jingtieguan for a long time. The pond is quiet in the temple, and mundane things are out of sight.
I love the quietness of the thatched cottage in Ruyu Mountain, the refreshing air of high autumn. When you are busy, you think about taking a rest; when you are quiet, you have noisy thoughts.
The smoke is gathered in the sky, the spring birds are quiet, and they sing in the rain. On the seven strings of Lingling, listen quietly to the cold wind in the pines.
The quiet person lies in the grass, and the golden boudoir is filled with talents. The new moon shines brightly, and the rivers and mountains are still standing in the cold night.
Standing in the sky, the sun is gone, and people are still and quiet throughout the day. Thousands of doors are quiet at night, and the river is bright and all things hang.
Coming from a foreign land in ancient times, it shows its calmness and special character. My father-in-law, please listen quietly. I'll ask you to explain.
It is a quiet autumn day in the high hall, and the robes are floating in the evening breeze. A quiet place when the sun is setting.
The deeper the silence, the more lonely the lamp shines against the wall. I also heard that offering soldiers was enough to calm the dust.
Thinking quietly about the other and this, I don’t know who is the idiot. The courtyard is closed in the quiet spring day, and the bamboos are leisurely watching guests playing chess.
It was a quiet evening, and the birds were calling each other. Living near the lake, the quiet environment is called high emotion.
People sit in silence for a long time at night, worried and unable to return to sleep, and stand still to watch the arrows. When the city is quiet, people are fleeing their fortunes, and when Jiang Kuan is away, guests are fleeing from the army.
The wind is still when God is gone, and the warbler is hiding from the green shadows. It speaks quietly in the deep stream, and howls high on the mountain top. In the mountains, I quietly watch the hibiscus trees, and under the pine tree, I break the dew sunflowers in the clear house.
He told Weihe, Jidou was in Jingjia, and his friend You took the photo with majesty. It was a stormy night and the hall was quiet. Suddenly, I recalled the faint words in front of the lamp.
The door is quiet except for the chirping of birds, and there is little sound of drums in the distance. I will wait until the demon atmosphere is quiet, and the paper will be wrapped in food for the time being.
Sitting in the Xiaolu River in the tranquility, I went into the jade wine cellar to listen to my idle thoughts. The officials in Qinggong are calm, but things in Chi County are complicated.
Frequent illnesses are accompanied by drowning, and long chanting prevents quiet defecation. The mind of a quiet person is wonderful, and the master's art is unparalleled: the river is deep and the bamboos are quiet for two or three houses, and the busy red flowers reflect the white flowers.
In the clear days, there is taste but incompetence. I love lonely clouds and love monks quietly. The leisure steps are quiet, the poplar flowers are getting fewer and fewer; the red doors are hidden, and the orioles are still singing.
The door is very quiet, the window is quiet and the room is quiet. Every time I find a quiet place, I think about talking to my old friends.
The mood is beautiful, but Kong Jing is humorous. When you retreat into silence, there is nothing left to know. When you enter, there is still a lot of shouting and there is nothing left to hear.
Singing quietly on the moonlit night, when you are drunk and enjoying the flowers. The green moss and turbid wine are quiet in the forest, and the clear water and spring breeze are faint in the wild.
In the Weizi County Pavilion, it was extremely quiet. How quiet is the makeup pavilion and the prostitute building? The night wind is still and smooth, the green poplar wind is still and leisurely hateful, the autumn water is clear and bottomless, and the desolate and quiet guest's heart is quiet.
Curly hair and beard, bright green eyes, tall buildings blowing bamboos at night. King Yaxiangqin has endured hardships and vowed to repay his lord for peace in the world.
People are quiet and birds and kites are enjoying themselves. Outside the small bridge, fresh water splashes. The herons at the head of the beach are silent, and the fish are jumping at the stern and making a sound.
Jiao'e sleeps late at night in a slanted bun. The pear blossoms are still and birds are perched on the branches.
Why wait for an official position when you retire? Old age brings hardship and tranquility. Quietly speaking, at the bottom of the secluded valley, high mountains and censers roar.
After the clouds have gone, the moth flies away from the mountain. The courtyard has been quiet with music and singing.
It is difficult for jade to sing Zhu Lianjing, and I remember listening to it on the double lotus pond. It is difficult for flowers to fall into the air, but it is easy to make noise when the orioles sing.
Weng Zhong's clothes and hat, the lion's head and horns, and the moss marks are green. The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, and the spring mountain sky is quiet at night.
Sober up, let the breeze blow in, and listen to poetry in a quiet night. The cicadas hugging the leaves are quiet, and the lonely bird returns to the mountain late.
After a sound, all the animals fell silent, and the four silent stars became more and more distant. There is a lot of noise in the rocks, but the color is quiet deep in the pines.
There is an old monk standing in his spare time, and it is quiet with no ordinary guests passing by. It was a cloudless night yesterday, with intermittent loud sounds until dawn.
Everything is contented when you contemplate it quietly, and the joy of the four seasons is the same as that of others. The thatched cottage is not closed, the stone bed is quiet, and there is a heavy sound of dew falling among the leaves.
The spring clouds on the city cover the garden wall, and the evening scenery in the river pavilion is quiet and fragrant. It is as poor and quiet as a monk's residence, with bamboo groves leaning on the four walls.
There is no battle in the quiet place at the end of the world, and the strength of the soldiers is sold out by the light of the sun and the moon. Qiu Jing sees the headdress, and the sand is far away and the Ji is sad.
In the deep of night, there are no insects lying around, and the clear moon comes out of the mountains and the light enters the door. Stay alone at the foot of the mountain and walk quietly towards the middle of the moon.
I am worried that after becoming famous one day, it will be rare for me to live in peace and quiet. Cai Houjing had more than enough thoughts, so he bought wine in front of him in the clear night.
Three sides of independence are quiet, and one sword knows how to commit suicide. I heard that there is a quiet temple with many strange sights in the mountains and rivers.
When it comes to soldiers being far away and quiet, they can also search in the dark. The wind is calm and the willows are weeping. I look at the flowers and say goodbye.
The moon is bright, the room under the pine tree is quiet, and the sunrise is noisy with pheasants and dogs. The river is still and the tide is beginning to fall, and the forest is dim and miasmatic.
The Shoji pine forest is quiet and dark, and Ping Xuan suddenly seems to have no painting. Jiang Jing heard about the mountains and rivers, and the Sichuan chief counted Sai Hong.
The fallen flowers and gossamers are quiet in the daytime, and the singing doves and swallows are young and deep. The environment above the pavilion is so quiet that the dust is far away.
Then I built a secluded room, and then I realized that tranquility is wonderful. It's not like the quiet place where people are in the dining hall, but the sound of autumn is always on the seven strings.
The loose shadows are lost in the sky, the altar is quiet, and the fine grass is fragrant and the small cave is quiet. The trader sleeps during the day and knows the waves are calm, while the boatman talks at night and feels the tide rising.
The remaining clouds disperse into clouds, and the Chengjiang River is as quiet as practice. Zangong Decoction is good for resting people, and it helps to calm the mind.
The shadow is quiet in Qianguanli, in front of Xinsu Qi School. It's a quiet night with no neighbors, living in desolation and poverty.
Being indifferent and without other thoughts, tranquility is my teacher. Fortunately and in a quiet situation, I am happy to have my lover back.
Close the bamboo door deeply and quietly sweep the ground under the pine tree. The barbarian girl's chant fills the cold sky, and the nine mountains are green and tears are red.
There is no cloud in autumn, and the ground is still and dustless. The world is far away, and the birds singing know that the environment is quiet.
Admiring the tranquility and pity the cloud bamboo, I forgot to return to the platform. Then I created a poor valley, and then I realized that quiet people are idle.
When the geese are far away in autumn, the sun is still and cloudless. The white clouds are still in the sky, and the grass is closed.
Sitting quietly, the audience is wonderful, awe-inspiring, charming and lonely. The sound of the round cents is quiet and new, but the width of the hole and inkstone is so stubborn! There are no remaining leaves in the forest, and there are fallen flowers in the cold light.
For a moment, you can scan the peaks and look up at the sudden blue sky. Those who are poor in knowledge and quiet will have white hair and old hair.
The water is still and the tower is straight, the mountains are dim and the sun is setting. Yao and the true heart are meditative, so those who are harmonious and quiet play.
The lanes in Yongchongli are quiet, and the courtyard in Huayang is quiet. The building and boat suddenly became calm, and the river turned into a wild goose pond.
At sunset, the mountains and rivers are quiet, and the pine trees sound for you. Quietly read ancient books and leisurely fish on the Weihai coast.
The mountains are bright and the moon is white, and the night is quiet and the pines and wind are resting. There used to be monks who wrote sutras, their bodies were calm and their minds were focused.
The clouds and shadows in the center of the water are leisurely photographing each other, and the sound of springs under the forest comes quietly. It is refreshing and refreshing, and it is almost as good as high-altitude, and relieves the heat and irritation.
The mountain monk is ninety years old, quiet and immortal. Outside Jingluoyun Mountain, the music and books are silent.
Thinking of this makes me sad, and I can’t be still at dawn. Sitting in the silence of the night, sleeping peacefully in the sun.
Chickens and dogs are quiet for hundreds of miles, and machines and trees are singing in thousands of houses. The sky is clear, the river is white, the seagulls know that the heart is calm.
The night is cold and the moon is quiet, and the flowers are leisurely walking in the morning. The vast sea is quiet, and the Yangtze River is clear for thousands of miles.
The official Cao said he had a calm mind and lived in a quiet place. Nothing happened here, let’s talk quietly about Qiu Shui.
The reed flowers hang quietly in the deep pool. 4. Verses about tranquility of mind
Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing there, so where is the dust?
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The birds are not surprised when they pass through the floating clouds, the sand is sinking and the running water is still clear. There is a lot of noise in the world in ancient and modern times. Only by being calm can you achieve success and fame.
The birds are not surprised when they pass through the floating clouds, the sand is sinking and the running water is still clear. No matter how noisy the world is, I can calm my mind and achieve fame.
Suddenly it was heard outside the sword that Jibei was being collected. When I first heard it, my clothes were filled with tears. But seeing where his wife is worried, she writes poems and books filled with joy and joy.
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts.
The sky is clear, the moon is white, the heart is calm, and the seagulls know ------Li Bai's "One of the Gifts to Hanyang Fulu"
The official and Cao are calm, and the place where they live is secluded. ------Bai Juyi's "Gift to Wu Dan"
When the heart is calm, the voice is calm, and there is no ancient or modern. ------Bai Juyi's "The Boat Night Aids the Qin"
When you are sick, your mind is quiet and you have nothing to think about. When you grow old, your body is idle and you do nothing. ------Bai Juyi's "Quiet Residence in Ramadan"
People in the stone room are quiet, and the shadow of the moon is dim in the ice pool. ------Jia Dao's "Ji Baige Mo Gong"
People from the Western Qing Dynasty lived in Shuiyun Township. The days of peace of mind are longer. In my free time, I am enjoying myself in the natural world. I am laughing at the mortal world. Who is the Emperor Xi?
There have been so many sad things recently, who can talk more about it? Educational sharing, green windows and red tears, early geese and early orioles.
I am even more timid when I'm close to my hometown, and I don't dare to ask the visitor------"During the Great Yu Mountains" by Tang and Song Dynasties
It's sad that Kyushu relies on wind and thunder to get angry, and it's sad that all the horses are silent .
The old fragrance and residual powder are as old as before, and the human feelings are not as good as hate. There are still many running scripts in spring, and the letters are even sparse in autumn. 5. Poems about tranquility
Who knows about leisurely love between butterflies and flowers? I have been abandoned for a long time, but every time spring comes, the melancholy is still there. I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day, and I don’t hesitate to look at the beautiful face in the mirror and lose weight. The willows on the green bank of the river are asking for new sorrows, why do they happen every year? The wind fills the sleeves of the independent bridge, and the new moon people in the flat forest return. After the spring farewell in the Yulou, I don’t know whether you are far or near, and the sight is desolate and boring. Gradually, I walk farther and farther, and there are no books. I wonder where the fish will sink in the vast water. The wind in the late night bamboos knocks the autumn rhythm. , Ten thousand leaves and a thousand sounds are all hate. Therefore, I look for it in a dream with a single pillow, and the dream does not turn into a lamp and embers. The courtyard of butterfly love flower is a few deep, the willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless. The jade-carved saddle is wandering around the place, the building Zhangtai Road is nowhere to be seen. It’s rainy and windy at the end of March, and the door is closed at dusk. There’s no way to stay in the spring. I ask the flowers with tears in my eyes without saying a word, and the wild reds fly across the swing. The plum blossoms are withered in the pavilion, and the willows on the stream bridge are thin. The grass is fragrant, the wind is warm, and the bridle is shaking. The sorrow of separation is getting farther and farther, and the distance is endless, like spring water. Every inch of the soft intestine is filled with pink tears. Don't lean on the dangerous railings near the tall buildings. Wherever the flat grass ends, there are spring mountains, and pedestrians are outside the spring mountains. The waves wash over the sand. Let's toast the east wind with wine, and let the love be calm. Weeping willows and purple flowers in the east of Luo City. We always join hands at that time and travel through the fragrant bushes. We gather and disperse in a hurry, and this hate is endless. This year's flowers are more red than last year, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be even better. Knowing and Who agrees? Where will Dielianhua go in a few days? Forgetting to come back, I don’t know that spring is about to end. There are hundreds of grasses and thousands of flowers on the cold food road. Whose tree is the incense car tied to? With tears in my eyes, I lean on the building and talk to myself. When the two swallows come, will they meet on the street? The sorrow of spring is like catkins, Yiyi is nowhere to be found in her dreams. In front of the spring bottle in Yulou, I plan to say the date of my return, but before I say anything, Chunrong swallows it miserably. There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Don't renovate the song when you leave. Qu can teach the intestines to knot. You must see all the Luoyang flowers, and the spring breeze is easy to say goodbye. The young man traveled to Langqian for twelve years alone to rely on the spring, and the clear blue sky reached the clouds. Thousands of miles away, in February and March, his appearance was miserable. . On the Xiejia Pond, beside the Yangtze River, I chant my soul and depart from my soul. The sparse raindrops at dusk bring me special memories of Wang and Sun. Outside Linjiang Immortal Pond, it rains on the Qinglei Pond, with the sound of raindrops breaking lotuses, and the bright rainbow in the west corner of the small building. , leaning against the balcony, waiting for the moon to shine. Swallows fly to peek at the painted building, the jade hook hangs down the curtain, the cool wave does not move, the mat is flat, the water is fine on the double pillow, and there is a fallen hairpin horizontally. Butterflies fall in love with the flower surface, and the flower wind swirls down. The willows are rippling, the smoke is deep, and the snow catkins are flying back and forth. After the rain, the light cold still lingers, and spring sorrow and alcohol sickness turn into melancholy. The pillow is surrounded by green waves, green quilts, lanterns, and the night sky faces each other. When I feel lonely, I am wearing a embroidered mantle, and the moon is shining in the pear blossoms Above. Picking mulberry seeds in a short boat on the West Lake, with meandering green water, long embankments of fragrant grass, and faint music and music everywhere. The windless water surface is smooth with glass, and you don't feel the boat moving, ripples are moving slightly, and sandbirds fly to the shore to pick mulberry seeds in the deep spring. The rain has passed by the West Lake. The flowers are blooming, the butterflies are noisy and the bees are noisy. The sunny day makes the flowers warm and warm. The orchids are painting the boat slowly, they are suspected to be gods. The waves are reflected back, the water is broad and the wind is soaring. The mulberries are picked and the boats are loaded with wine. The West Lake is good. The urgent pipes and complicated strings are urged by the jade lamp, and the steady and smooth waves allow people to sleep drunkenly. The moving clouds are under the rowing boat, and the clear water in the sky is lingering. It is suspected that there is a special sky in the lake. After picking mulberry seeds and the fragrance, the West Lake is good. Wolf The leaves are red, the catkins are flying, and the weeping willow railings are dry and the wind is gone. The tourists have dispersed, and the spring sky is finally felt. The curtains are lowered, and the swallows return in the drizzle. Who can pick mulberries and appreciate the beauty of the West Lake? There is no time for beautiful scenery, flying Gai chases each other, greedy and drunken jade among the flowers.
Who would have known that in the quiet place, the fragrant grass is slanting, the water is far away, the smoke is faint, and the egrets are flying in Cangzhou. It’s good to go up to the West Lake to pick mulberry seeds during the Qingming Festival. It’s prosperous everywhere, fighting for who’s house, and the green willows and red wheels are walking away. Tin carriages. Tourists are leaving at dusk, sober and noisy. The road turns and the dike slopes, and there are always flowers until the top of the city. The West Lake is beautiful after picking mulberries and lotus blossoms. When the wine comes, no flags are used, and red buildings and green covers are followed in front and behind. Painting boats Deep into the flowers, the fragrance is golden, the mist and rain are light, and I return drunk with Sheng songs. The sky is beautiful, the water is beautiful, the West Lake is beautiful, the clouds are fresh, the gulls and herons are sleeping, and you should be used to listening to orchestral music. The wind is clear and the moon is white, which is more suitable. At night, there is a Qiongtian. Whoever admires the Luan is like an immortal in the boat. I am picking mulberry seeds and the sunset is shining on the West Lake. Huawu Pingting, ten hectares of waves are flat, and there is no boat on the wild bank. The floating clouds are scattered in the southwest moon, and the Xuanjing is beautiful. Liangsheng, the fragrance of lotus root is clear, and the wind on the water surface wakes up with wine. I have been picking mulberry seeds all my life because I love the West Lake. I come here to support the red wheel, and the clouds of wealth and wealth look up to the twenty-year spring. The return is just like the crane from Liaodong, and the people in the city are all new to the eye. Meet the old owner. When Ruan Lang returned to Nanyuan for an outing in the middle of spring, the wind was gentle and the horses neighed, the green plums were like beans and willows were like eyebrows, and butterflies were flying as the day grew. The dew was heavy, the grass smoke was low, the curtains were hanging down, and people were sleeping on the swings undressing their clothes. , Painting beams with two swallows perched on. Nan Gezi's phoenix bun with gold mud, comb with jade palms with dragon patterns, laughing and supporting each other under the window when coming and going, the love and thrush are as deep as the time. I have been leaning against the person for a long time with my pen, trying my hand at tracing flowers, and I can't stop embroidering at leisure. During the time, I laughed and asked how the word "Mandarin Duck" came into being. The Linjiang Immortal remembered that the Jinluan sang together, and the country prospered in the spring breeze. Now the old man is far away from the world, and the road has been divergent for ten years, and the flowers in the Qujiang River have been lost. I heard that Langshan is connected to Langyuan, and the building Jun's house is nowhere to be seen in the lonely city. The cold sun is slowly setting in the lonely city. The sorrow of separation is hard to end. The mangroves are far away with clouds. The cranes are soaring in the sky and the plum blossoms are falling. The willows are trailing gold, and the old garden is full of fragrance. The weather for flower gardening is semi-clear and overcast, but the flowers are good but the sadness is deep. Flowers Countless, countless worries, flowers are good but spring is gone. Wear flowers and hold wine to wish the east wind, don’t be in a hurry. Acacia apples fill the stream, and willows surround the embankment, sending passers-by to the west of the stream. When they return, the moon is low. The smoke is falling, the wind is falling. Desolate, relying heavily on the red door to listen to the horses neighing, and the cold gulls flying relative to each other. The flowers of Sauvignon Blanc are like Yi, and the willows are like Yi. When the young people part with flowers and willows, they bow their heads and shed tears. To the east of the Yangtze River, to the west of the Yangtze River, mandarin ducks fly in two places on both sides of the Yangtze River. I don’t know when they will meet. . Visitors on the Huanxi sand embankment chase painted boats, patting the spring water hanging from the sky, and swinging out of the green poplar building. Don’t laugh at the white-haired and flower-wearing gentleman. The six-yaoyao destroyer is frequently heard, and life is like in front of a bottle. Tell your heartfelt feelings. The curtains are lightly frosted in the morning, Touching your hands to test the plum makeup, it is all because of your own hatred, so the painting is far away and the mountains are long. Thinking about the past, cherishing the fragrance, it is easy to get hurt. When imitating a song, you are restrained first, and when you want to smile, you are frowning, which is the most heart-breaking. Pingshan railing in Zhongcuo Relying on the clear sky, the mountain scenery is beautiful. Hand-planting weeping willows in front of the hall, don't miss a few spring breezes. Write a prefect, write thousands of words. Drink a thousand bells. Having fun is a young man, looking at the old man in front of the bottle. Today's trip to the North Pond on the beach, rippling The boat is floating, the waves are shining, the willow branches are soft, like this, spring comes and goes, and the head turns white. A good prostitute has a good singing voice, and she can't rest until she is drunk. I advise you to drink a lot of gold pot, even if the flower is often sick and drunk, it is still romantic. The fisherman is proud of the lotus leaves and the green fields. Looking at the water, a solitary boat is pulled under the shade of flowers. Last night, the rain fell, and I was worried and sleepless. In the morning, I felt the west wind blowing again. The rain shook and the wind shook the golden pistils to pieces. The fragrant houses were green on the albizia branches. Lotus seeds and people often live together. Good intentions are always suffering in the heart. Decrease the word magnolia and leave with sadness. If the sky has feelings, the sky will also grow old.
What does this mean? As thin as light silk and as thin as waves.
The side of the boat. Maple leaves and flowers bloom in autumn.
Think about the past. The human world must be compared to the dream world.
Sheng Chazi On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. When the moon reaches the top of the willow tree, people meet at dusk.
On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I can't see anyone from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are filled with tears.
Ruan Lang returns. When will Liu Lang come? Wu Xin Yun Sheng Yi.
The clouds are still moving. 6. Ancient poems describing "quietness"
For example, Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
The chin couplet describes the bright moon in the sky and the green pines like a canopy, which is a description of a quiet scene. The clear mountain spring flowing over the rocks is a description of a moving scene. The mountain spring has sufficient water after the rain, and the flow increases. It flows over the rocks, making a gurgling sound, which contrasts the stillness with movement and reflects the tranquility of the mountain. When describing scenery, the poet pays great attention to the contrast between dynamic and static scenery. He can combine dynamic and static, or he can use static to describe movement, use dynamic to describe stillness, and use dynamic to contrast stillness. The combination of movement and stillness is often related to foil.
For example, Li Bai's "Looking at Lushan Waterfall" and "Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of the river from a distance" wrote the first image of seeing the waterfall from a distance, like a huge white chain hanging in the mountain, and the word "hanging" turned into movement and stillness. Another example is Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream": "People are idle, osmanthus flowers are falling, and the night is quiet in the spring mountain sky. The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream." The falling flowers, moonrise, and birdsong highlight the tranquility of the spring stream. Wang In "Entering Ruoye Stream" written by Ji Ji, "The noisy forest becomes quieter, and the singing of birds makes the mountain more secluded." It also uses sound to describe stillness, and uses movement to contrast stillness. "The silver snake dances on the mountain, and the original wax figure" uses movement to describe stillness. 7. Verses related to tranquility
The heart is empty and the road is empty, the wind is calm and the forest is still. From: "Bu Suanzi" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Xu Fu
It's late at night and everyone is quiet, and the pink man takes pity on Yi. From: "The Name of Disorder" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lian Jingnu
Quietness is as quiet as all the surroundings, yet high as all the mountains. From: "Visiting the Mountain Temple in Early Autumn" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Xianyong
The ears should be quiet but not quiet, and the heart will never be idle. From: "Remonstrances to the King of You Province" Era: Tang Author: Luo Yin
A quiet girl likes to be quiet, and moves in line with the ancients. From: "The Song of the Quiet Girl" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Nanrong
The cloud peaks are so close, the bamboos are still and the plantains are still. From: "Qing Ping Le Returned to Longxing in September and Painted a Picture of Six Cranes on the Wall of Longxing Hall" Liu Minzhong of the Yuan Dynasty
The boudoir is quiet in the daytime, with incense and hanging curtains. From: "With the Tomb Wife Zhu Rouze" Era: Qing Dynasty Author: Zi Jingyi
There is true silence in the silence, and the apes roar by the dusk forest. From: "Zhang Jinfu Jingliao" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Bai Yuchan
I will chew the taste of the world in my leisure, and I will be in poverty in silence. From: "Zhuo'an" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Bai Yuchan
The autumn night is quiet, and the moon is full, and people are rounder. From: "Mid-Autumn Festival with Peng and Mrs. Taoyuan" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Chen Chun
The night is still and the wind is still, so I play the piano in concentration. From: "Yuanzhi" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Song Taizong
There is no way to be quiet when you love it, and you can't go back when you think about it. From: "Autumn Twilight Book" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Shunmin
The sparse curtains are not rolled up and the wind is calm, I sit and watch the shadows of the flowers in the garden move by the sun. From: "The Event in the Guest" Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Zhu Jing'an
Silkworms sleep in the old red boudoir, and the lights turn into cocoons at the third watch. From: "Changshui Bamboo Branch Poems" Era: Qing Dynasty Author: Huang Xieqing
The purple and bright half-open hedges and chrysanthemums are quiet, and the red clothes have fallen off and the lotuses are sad. From: "Autumn View of Chang'an" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhao Gu
The sky is clear, the stars are fighting, the wind and thunder are quiet, and it is cool to sit in the pillow under the window of the pavilion. From: "The Book of Rain" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Anshi
Your Excellency Silun's article is quiet, and the carvings in the bell and drum towers are long. From: "Zhi Zhong Shu Sheng" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi
Several houses are buzzing with spring, and everything is quiet and silent. From: "Untitled" Era: Modern Times Author: Lu Xun
At the bottom of the quiet valley, the roaring high mountain censers. From: "Tiger Walking" Era: Wei and Jin Author: Lu Ji