Li Bai left many well-known poems, including many classics handed down from generation to generation, which are still sung after reading.
Today, Poet Jun recommended 40 of Li Bai's most classic poems, the first classic, and felt the romance and talent of "Poet Fairy" together.
An ancient poem with five words per line
Thoughts?in?the?Still?of?the?Night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
complain
How beautiful she is, opening the pearly window sash, how quietly she leans against it, and how troubled her forehead is! .
I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.
Jade resentment
Dew fell on the steps of jade, and the night was long. Dew wet the stone.
Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain.
See a friend off
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
Farewell friends at Jingmen Ferry.
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Message for Meng Haoran.
Master, I cheer you from the bottom of my heart. Your fame has risen to the sky.
In the rosy youth, you gave up the importance of hats and chariots and chose pine trees and clouds; Now whitehead.
Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor.
Gaoshan, how I long to reach you, that's all.
Qiudeng Xuancheng Qi Xie North Building
The city by the river is as beautiful as the picture, and the mountains are getting late. I climbed the Xie Tiao Building to overlook the clear sky.
Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.
Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
Visiting a Taoist priest in Daitian
In the barking of dogs, peach blossoms are thick.
See the deer when the tree is deep, but don't ring the bell at noon.
Wild bamboos are green and misty, and flying springs hang blue peaks.
No one knows where to go. I'm worried about two or three loose.
Listen to Shu monk Zhuo playing the piano
The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.
I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
Sleeping at night under Niuzhu Mountain thinking about the past.
On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky.
I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.
I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Hanging the sails of the Ming Dynasty, the fallen leaves are behind me.
Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Four poems of drinking the bright moon alone, the first part
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Guan Shanyue.
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
A poem of seven words per line
Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou from Yellow Crane Tower.
Old friends stay in the West Yellow Crane Tower, fireworks in March.