1. Poems about the open wall and the dark wall
Poems about the open wall and the dark wall 1. Poems related to the wall
The swing in the wall is outside the wall, and the outsider is outside the wall. Man, the beauty smiles in the wall.
The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be shut in, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
The old moon on the east side of the Huai River, late at night, comes over the female wall.< /p>
The old man walked over the wall, and the old woman went out to watch.
In the east pavilion with the bright moon and water on the west wall, a neon dress played by a small opera singer.---Bai Juyi
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---Bai Juyi
Flowers are still blooming on the walls of the Liu family, and the grass is springing up in front of Li Shi’s door.
Sadness everywhere begins to dawn on me, and I am not as passionate as a young lover. .
Immediately
---Han Xie
The book wall secretly marks the day of moving flowers, and the washing of the urn predicts the brewing period.
I must believe that idlers are busy, so I came early to catch the rain and look for the fisherman.
Send to Zheng Buque
---Luo Yin
Count the walls in front of the master's door , I remember traveling to Liang every time I pass by.
The road is green and there is no reason to see it, but the kindness is unforgettable.
It may not be because of slander, but you should be greedy for advice and be busy with writing. .
Don’t worry about how much you know, the locust flowers will turn yellow immediately.
Farewell friends
---Huang Tao
Don't hate being under the east wall, where life is often injured and blocked.
If your hard work is felt, you will be promoted one day.
On a rainy night, the boat is sailing, but when you spend time, don't drink empty wine.
The mountains are full of smoke and green, and I am ashamed to be lying in the clouds.
Two poems in the summer city
--- Qi Ji
Three sides of the monk and one neighbor Wall, there is no way for wind to blow cool.
Where did he go back when he left this place? The green wall and red clouds wrap the stone house.
The low bamboo sho is covered with light rain, and the water sill is quiet. In the summer months outside the window.
People will not care about the situation, and the green sky outside the Donglin Gate.
2. Famous quotes related to light and darkness
< p> A drop of water, viewed with a microscope, is also a big world. -- Lu Xun's famous sayingIt is always harder to transform yourself than to forbid others. ——Lu Xun
While marching, there will always be people who retire from the army, some who become desolate, some who become decadent, and some who rebel. However, as long as it does not hinder the progress, the team will become pure and elite as time goes by. Team up. ——Lu Xun
Just saying it won’t do, the important thing is to do it. ——Lu Xun
Huge buildings are always made of wood and stone. Why don’t we make this wood and stone? I do little bits and pieces from time to time, just for this. ——Lu Xun
Empty talk will never achieve anything after a short period of talk. It will always be reflected in the mirror of facts and dragged away by its tail. ——Lu Xun
Killing "now" also kills "future". ----The future is the era of descendants. —— Lu Xun
Children need to be taught by others, and their problems need to be treated by others, even if they are teachers or doctors. But I'm afraid you have to make your own decisions on how to behave and deal with things. Many good remedies prescribed by others are often nothing more than waste paper. ——Lu Xun
Dissatisfaction is an upward wheel. ——Lu Xun
I do dissect others from time to time, but more often than not I dissect myself more ruthlessly.
In reform, the first step is to clear away the waste, so as to create an opportunity for the birth of new life.
Facts are ruthless things that can shatter empty words into pieces.
A great mind should greet tragic misfortune with a smile and face all misfortunes with a hundredfold courage.
Think for yourself and make your own decisions.
I understand the reason why the declining nation is silent. Silence, silence! If you don’t explode in silence, you will die in silence.
If you don’t have a hobby in reading, you won’t be able to read as much as you can. If you don’t read a lot of books first, you will be at a loss or lose your preference. Broad and then deep, broad and then specialized.
Comments and praises "Historical Records" as "the swan song of historians, a rhymeless Li Sao".
Hope does not matter whether it is there or not. This is just like the road on the earth. In fact, there is no road on the earth. When there are more people walking on it, it becomes a road.
What is a road? It is trampled out from a place where there is no road, it is carved out from a place where there are only thorns.
The first is survival, the second is food and clothing, and the third is development. Anyone who dares to hinder these three things, no matter who he is, we will resist him and destroy him!
You must be like a bee, picking many flowers before you can make honey. If you focus on one place, the harvest will be very limited and dry.
Great achievements are directly proportional to hard work. Every time you work, you will gain. Over time, from less to more, miracles will be created.
Life is measured in time. Wasting other people's time is equal to seeking wealth and killing, and wasting one's own time is equal to chronic suicide.
I’m afraid you have to make your own decisions about how to live your life. Many good remedies given by others are often nothing more than waste paper.
Even if you are a genius, your first cry after birth will never be a good poem.
"No shame in being the last". Even if it is slow, it will not stop. Even if he lags behind and fails, he can definitely achieve his goal.
If you have true meaning, don’t sugarcoat it, be less pretentious, and don’t show off.
The poor will never have to worry about losing money when opening an exchange. How can the kerosene king know the hardships experienced by the old woman who collects cinders in Beijing?
Underestimating the enemy is the most likely to fail
3. Poems about Mingzi
"Gong Ci" (Bai Juyi)
Tears all over The dream of scarves cannot come true, and the sound of singing is heard in the front hall late at night.
The beauty is cut off before she gets old, and she sits leaning against the fumigation cage till dawn.
"Lovely Rain on a Spring Night" (Du Fu)
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.
"Long Love" (Wan Qiyong)
One update after another. There are banana lights outside the window, and there is no limit to emotion at this moment.
Dreams are hard to come true, hate is hard to put down. If you don't know the truth, people won't like to hear it. The empty steps will drip to the light.
"To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou" (Du Mu)
The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered since autumn.
On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful woman teach me how to play the flute?
4. A two-line poem about the stone spring flowing over the dark wall, and the dew dripping from the grass on its autumn roots
Sunset
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
The cattle and sheep have been down for a long time, and each has closed the wood door.
The wind and moon have changed since the clear night, and the country is no longer my hometown.
The stone spring flows on the dark wall, and the dew drops on the autumn roots of the grass.
When the head is white and the lamp is bright, there is no need for flowers to bloom.
"Stone springs flow through dark walls, and grass dew drips from autumn roots." The author, who could not calm down, fell into the deeper night. He went to see the scenery on the mountain alone, under the quiet moonlight and in the shadow of the rocks, I heard the spring water gurgling along the stone wall, making a cool sound. Dew condensed on the grass roots beside my feet, making my shoes wet. When you look carefully, you can see that they stick to the grass blades one by one, seep into the ground along the blades, and moisten the roots of the weeds. On such an autumn night in the mountains, the wind and dew are blowing, and the coldness of the water seems to penetrate into people's skin. Carefully crafted sentences can often be found in the author Du Fu's poems, just like a skilled old artist who can carve out wood carvings with exquisite textures and full of charm. This is the case for these two sentences. The author deliberately inverted the word order. According to the meaning of the sentence, the sentence should be: "The hidden spring flows on the stone wall, and the autumn dew drips on the grass roots." After changing the words, the tone is more sonorous, and the "stone" and "spring", " The connection between "grass" and "dew" becomes closer and integrated, and the originally unremarkable sentence becomes more charming, condensing a desolate and secluded artistic conception.
5. Poems describing the room
1 The faint fragrance of sandalwood fills the surroundings, and the hollow carved window canopies shine with scattered sunlight. Below is a soft wooden bed, decorated with exquisite carvings. On the body is a brocade quilt. Turning sideways, an ancient woman's boudoir comes into view, with a guqin standing in the corner and a bronze mirror placed on the wooden floor. On the dressing table, the whole room looks so fresh and relaxing.
2 There is a large rosewood marble case in the middle of the room. On the case are various famous people's dharma stickers, dozens of square inkstones, various brush holders, and a sea of ??pens inserted like a forest.
On the other side is a large Ru kiln flower bag, filled with white chrysanthemums filled with crystal balls.
In the middle of the west wall hangs a large-scale painting of Xiangyang's "Mist and Rain", and on the left and right hangs a pair of couplets written in Yan Lugong's ink, with the following words: "Misty and leisurely bones, spring and stone wild life". There is a big cauldron on the case.
On the left side of the red sandalwood shelf is a large plate from a large official kiln, which contains dozens of delicate yellow and exquisite Buddha hands. A white jade chime hangs on the foreign paint shelf on the right, and a small hammer hangs next to it.
The couch is a bed with a green double-embroidered flower, grass and insect gauze hanging. It gives the impression that it is wide overall but densely packed with details, and is full of a natural and elegant bookish atmosphere.
3 Slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a pink and yellow curtain, and the twilight was slightly cool. The top of the head is covered with tassels, swaying gently in the wind.
He moved uncomfortably, only to find that the bed beneath him was cold and hard. Even though the intricate and gorgeous Yunluo silk was spread under him like rippling water, it was always soft but extremely thin. From time to time, there is a burst of red sandalwood fragrance, which is quiet and beautiful.
Next to the couch is the window, with exquisite carvings and rare wood. There is a beautiful scenery outside the window, including rockeries, small ponds, blue lotus roots, and pink water lilies.
From time to time, a maidservant passes by, but the footsteps are very light and the conversation is also very light. 4. There are five rooms in the main entrance. The upper barrels and tiles are made of mud ridges, and the doors, bars and windows are all finely carved with fresh patterns. There is no red powder coating. The walls are all polished with the same color. The white stone platform below is carved into the pattern of passion flower. Looking left and right, they are all The snow-white powder wall, with tiger-skin stones underneath, was built with the momentum. Looking ahead, you can see the white stones, which look like ghosts or beasts, standing vertically and horizontally, with moss spots on them and wisteria covering them, with a small trail of sheep intestines exposed in them. Enter the stone cave. Come here, you can see lush green trees, shining exotic flowers, and a clear stream, twisting and flowing from the depths of the flowers and trees under the stone gaps. After a few steps, gradually towards the north, it is flat and wide, with flying buildings inserted into the void on both sides, and carved ? The embroidered sills are all hidden in the mountains and between the tree branches. Looking down, you can see the clear stream flowing with snow, stone steps piercing the clouds, white stones as railings, surrounding the edge of the pool, three stone bridges, and beasts holding vomit in their faces. There are Pavilion. 5 The courtyard is surrounded by pink walls, with green willows hanging all around, three gates with hanging flowers, and hand-curved verandahs on all sides.
The corridors in the courtyard are connected with each other, and the mountains and rocks are dotted with rocks. The five buildings have a plaque with the words "Yi Hong Kuai Lu" hanging on them. The entire courtyard is magnificent, graceful and luxurious, with clusters of flowers, clear and exquisite, and the backyard is full of roses, treasures and a pool.
Qinfang Creek merges here and flows out of the Grand View Garden. There is a white stone road across the Qinfang Creek that leads to the other side. It turns out that there are exquisitely carved wooden boards on all sides, with various patterns such as "Hundred Bats in Flowing Clouds", "Three Friends of Suihan", landscape figures, feathers and flowers, collections, ancient books, and longevity, all carved by famous hands. , colorful and gold-embedded treasures.
Each one has a place for storing books, a place for tripods, a place for pens and inkstones, a place for flowers and vases, and a place for bonsai. There are various types of jade, some with a round sky and a square, some with sunflowers and banana leaves, or some with a chain of half jade.
It is really a cluster of flowers, translucent and exquisite. Suddenly, the five-color gauze is covered with silk, and it is tied to the small window; suddenly, the colorful silk is lightly covered, and it is tied to the secluded door.
The walls are covered with slots cut out in the shape of antique toys. Such as harp, sword, hanging bottle, table screen, etc., although they are hung on the wall, they are all flush with the wall.
6 The whole room was hung with crimson Turkish tapestry embellished with gold flowers. In the recess of the room, there is something like a couch, with several Arabian swords placed on it. The scabbards are gold-plated, and the hilts are inlaid with crystal-clear gems. A Venetian glass lamp hangs from the ceiling. The colors and colors are all charming; the Turkish carpet under your feet is ankle-deep; several door curtains hang down in front of the door, and another door leads to the second room, which seems to be illuminated magnificently.
7 The entrance is a winding verandah, and the stones under the steps form a corridor. There are two or three small rooms above, one is light and the other is dark, and inside are beds, chairs and tables built in the same location.
There is another small door from the inner room, and out is the backyard, where there are large pear blossoms and plantains. There are two more small steps down.
Suddenly a gap opened under the wall of the backyard, and a clear spring came out. The ditch was only a few feet long, and it poured into the wall. It went around the steps from the house to the front yard and spiraled out under the bamboo. 8 The whole room was hung with crimson Turkish tapestry embellished with gold flowers.
In the recess of the room, there is something like a couch, with several Arabian swords placed on it. The scabbards are gold-plated, and the hilts are inlaid with crystal-clear gems; they hang from the ceiling. A Venetian glass lamp, both in shape and color, is very charming; under the feet is a Turkish carpet that sinks to the ankle; several door curtains hang down in front of the door, and there is another door leading to the second room, which seems to be illuminated magnificently grand. 9 The room was very tidy, with a simple bed placed in the corner. There was a checkerboard pattern curtain on one end, but there was only a whitewashed wall on the other end.
The ground floor is paved with mud bricks, which is really spotless, but it is very damp. It seems that after the last time it was washed, it will never dry again. The basement window faced the street. To avoid children throwing stones, a blind was installed, and it was hung with strange-shaped weeds picked from the fence, the edge of the ditch and the fields...
There were herbs hanging everywhere in the room, and the light was blocked; as the herbs dried, they gave off an unpleasant smell. 10 The furnishings of this room are simple, yet gorgeous.
The room is circular, with a fixed bench against the wall. The benches, walls, and ceilings are all covered with magnificent animal skins, which are as soft as the most precious carpets when you step on them; among them are Atlas lion skins with fluffy manes, striped Bengal skins, and so on. tiger skins, Capo's leopard skins dotted with beautiful dots that appeared in front of Dante, Siberian bear skins, and Norwegian fox skins; these skins are all thickly laid one on top of the other. , it seems like walking on a racecourse with the lushest grass, or lying on the most luxurious bed.
11 The dark window faced the same courtyard and was equipped with the same fence. There was a spider web between the railings that was probably twenty-five years old. green.
6. Verses praising the murals
1. "Seeing the Mural Buddha in Prison" by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty It doesn't mean that one can express injustice, but one can glimpse great compassion.
Living alone under the thorns, I still see rain flowers. The land is narrow, the green lotus is small, and the city is high.
2. "Song of Rainy Clouds inscribed on the Mural Painting of Li Shicao Hall" by Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty. Sometimes Cao Cao dared not return, saying that the rain had wet his clothes.
3. "Remuneration Package Commentary Mural Landscape Seeing Mail" Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty An official knows what he is proud of, and his original intention is Yunquan.
Ruhansheng is emerging, and the peaks are suddenly in front of his eyes. Dai Zhong distinguishes distance from near, and writes in the pen.
4. "Da Xi Zhongcheng's Dongzhai mural landscape...the hanging spring on the tree pole is sent to Chang'an Zhao" Tang Lulun The plain mural is flying spring, falling from the clouds to the top of the tree. Practicing doubts about the sound of leaves, I feel clouds and branches are leaning away.
The two swords obtained by sharpening things are Confucianism. 5. "Song of the same clan brother Jincheng Weishuqing's candle illuminates the landscape mural" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. The pink wall picture in the high hall is Peng Ying. I saw Cangzhou Qing in front of the candle.
The floods are surging, the mountains are towering, and the red hills are as bright as red across the sea. 6. "Ode to the Crane in the Mural of the Province" from the Tang and Song Dynasties. The crane on the pink wall contains a lot of true energy.
Qian Fei didn’t go, thinking he was in love with En Bo.
7. "Fenghe Li Youxiang Zhongshu Mural Landscapes" by Sun Ti of the Tang Dynasty. There are many free days in the temple, and the mountains and rivers are in love. If you want to write something profound and interesting, you can also draw it because of algae.
Jiujiang is near the Three Gorges. 8. "The landscapes and landscapes of Li Bingcao's murals are all endowed with osmanthus water and sails" Li Qi of the Tang Dynasty A sail floats on the osmanthus water, when the sun sets at the end of the world.
The flying birds look at the speed, and the idle clouds look late. The long wave has no dawn and the night is ordinary.
9. "The Murals of the Courtyard of the Minister of the Book of Hezhong" by Li Shou of the Tang Dynasty. The shadow rises from the sky, and the light illuminates the wall.
There are many secluded and interesting places in Yingxiao, Linxuan. 10. "Nine Thoughts on Viewing Mural Paintings" by Baoji of the Tang Dynasty. A lifetime of prosperity and decline has no similarities or differences, and a hundred years of sorrow and joy have returned to nothing.
In the late night, where birds and magpies are quarreling with each other, the true monk is in concentration under the forest.
11. "The Mural Cloud Painting with Li Jiushi and Cao Guan" Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty I first learned that a guest from the emperor's hometown could paint blue and blue clouds. In autumn, thousands of miles are filled with colors, but the atmosphere is still dense after all the doubts have flown away.
12. "The Mural Landscape Inscribed on the Master" by Qian Qi of the Tang Dynasty The mountains are painted with Zen reflections, and the pink walls are full of fragrant feasts.
Sit down and let the gas linger in the air, and the clear clouds will return to the mountains.
13. "Viewing the Landscapes of Shiren's Murals" by Wang Jiyou of the Tang Dynasty. There are few savages who stay in other people's homes. When they see this mountain, they call it the dawn of the mountain. Half of the wall is still perched on the ridge above the clouds, and the curtains are opened to release the birds in the lake.
14. "Ancient Pine in the Mural of the Master's Courtyard" Zhuwan, Tang Dynasty The ancient roots on the stone are said to be innate.
Knowing the nature of grass and trees, the changes are in the hands of the painter. The dark and deep abbot's room is straight and interesting.
15. "Meeting Zhi in Taichung and viewing the landscape of Xiao Shiyu's murals in the morning" by Yang Shi'e of the Tang Dynasty. Chongsi Tingsha is white in the open air, and the breeze blows through the bamboos and the dawn is sad. Today, I realize that I have returned to the imperial court, secretly writing that my heart returns to Shiquan.
16. "Mural of Zhang Hong at Yuanmen Temple in Changsha" by Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty. There are long pine trees leaning against the plain couplets, and the clouds and valleys reflect the high sentiments.
People in the world only love flowers and birds, and Liang Guangming is unknown everywhere.
17. "The Mural Pine of Chuanyuan (the title of the book contains the five characters of Jingzhong Temple in Western Shu)" by Zheng Gu of the Tang Dynasty. The roots are thin and the solitary peaks are towering. I cherish the good writing of Jiang Monk. I have to draw many pictures to tourists, but it is better to draw real pines at the bottom of the stream.
18. "Miscellaneous Notes on Folding Bamboo in Murals" by Wu Rong of the Tang Dynasty. Withered vines and heavy snow.
We meet each other in song, but farewell in Xiangjiang River. It's not that it has no roots. Painters take advantage of the situation and teach them to destroy it.
19. "There are ink murals in Shen Daoyuan, but Jia regrets that he did not appreciate them in his old age" Chen Shidao, Song Dynasty. The ink paintings on the walls are dusted for you.
The spirit of grass and trees emerges, and the momentum of mountains and rivers returns. The road is cut off from the sand, and people come from it.
20. "More Painting Crabs in Yuanfu Province" Han Wei, Song Dynasty The work of heaven is not a god, all things exist by themselves. Qian Hou scanned the ink pen, while Ao kneeled down and pointed.
Just like coming out of a stone cave, I still think about it. 21. "Sun Taigu Mural Arhat in Xinfan County Fa Yao Yuan" Song Dynasty Mei Zhi If you know your master's skills, who will pity Taigu's traces?
My party comes out with a good name, and the sky is clear. Mountain beasts steal fruits from afar, and fields are covered with clothes.
22. "Mural Landscapes of Yiyunhe Provincial Province" by Sima Guang of the Song Dynasty. The painter was already wandering in his mind when he started painting, and he took a moment to refer to Duzhou. Stacking desks and writing is still tiring in the summer, but the new ideas in the house do not surprise you in autumn.
23. "Western Mural Pine" by Song Qi, Song Dynasty. Several forest trees stand with rough texture, and their bones and skin are covered with frost for thousands of years.
The Emperor of Qin suffered from being an official and a disciple, and he was not as good as the wise officials in obtaining titles.
24. "Yutang Mural" Song Shou, Song Dynasty. Recalling the forbidden land of the Tang family in the past, the pink wall and the music of the dragon were heard in the past. The image of Cheng Ming is returned today, and the story of Luanpo and Luanpo forever.
25. "Fresco Bamboo and Crane" by Yuan Shuoyou of the Song Dynasty. The wind and moon are cold, the window is silent, and the painting is half blocked.
Looking at the towering figures on the south wall, Huabiao recognizes his return. Miao thought the wind was chirping, asking for shelter.
7. Poems about the secluded path
Author of Qianxing: Zhu You The secluded path is too sideways, the creeping grass has no path.
This life is full of hardships, and I am afraid of being exposed when I go out. Returning to live in Mengshan late, it is like Shang Yanbu.
Take advantage of the wilting flowers in spring, and let the new year bloom slowly. If you send this message to a person with a sincere heart, your beautiful face may not be the reason.
Inscribed on the landscape shoji for the cultivators of Xiaoxi, the author is: Mr. Zhang Guan Xiaoxi. Those who live in Leshan build their houses near the stream, which is quite elegant. When you open a pavilion, you can see the water but not the mountains, but you can see the scenery in the picture.
Gao Zhai's plain pen hangs in the breeze, as if he were sitting under the forest cliff. The peaks are galloping like horses, and the green trees and plain fields are facing each other.
Layers of pavilions suddenly come from the sky, and flying springs pour from the peaks. The clouds in the middle of the mountain are white and the peaks are white, and the valley is full of clouds and rocks.
There are few pedestrians on the wild bridge at sunset, and there are few people who know the flowers blooming on the quiet path. I live leisurely in Xiaoxi and have lots of free time during the day. I sit here and can't let go of this picture.
I have regained my ability to eat in my life, and I have to work on the hoe and plow in the spring. The short straw raincoat is plowing in the morning and the clouds are rising above the clouds; the long straw raincoat falls down beside the book at night.
Sometimes the gulls come back to see the gulls, and the whales suck the fermented grains of spring. Climb high or put on your clogs, why not go as far as the commune with wine.
Every time I come to the pond to learn about the birds, I still know how to treat the guests. When I was drunk, I was invited to write a long novel, but I am too old to write.
A poem about sending Zheng Tongfu back to Yuzhang, subtitled Canglang Pool. Author: Zhang Tian. The water above Canglang Pool flows eastward every day. Covering bamboos to find secluded paths, carrying pots and taking advantage of small boats.
Miscellaneous flowers are scattered on both sides of the bank, and clumps of trees cover the two hills. The rising sun and golden waves are chaotic, the breeze is clear and the mist is clearing.
Coming here increases generosity, and laughter spreads all over the place. The wild old men passed each other leisurely, and the fishermen congratulated themselves.
The beautiful flowers are falling, the flowers are fragrant in the evening, and there are long sentences about happiness and joy. I forget my chance and watch the gulls. At that time, I met a celery picker to talk about the autumn in my hometown.
The green shadow invades the chess game, and the clear light shines in the wine pot. The drunkenness is deep and lingering, and the righteousness heals the preparation.
The old Confucian scholar and official are cold, but the disciples who are promoted are excellent. Time bullies short hair, frost falls and fur is secretly conquered.
The painted kites are about to leave, and the Liju horses are still singing. The willow tree lingers on the horse's head, and the sail comes out of the river.
Don’t think about following the waves of smoke, but lean against the tower. The mountains are dim and the clouds are gone, and the birds are in love with each other at dusk in the forest.
Tonight the moon shines brightly, illuminating the sky. The collection of Mid-Autumn West Lake Society is divided into rhymes with one hundred rhymes. Author: Yu Chunxi Baiyue Qinglian Society, literary stars gather in Kui from far away.
Chang Geng autumn reflects the osmanthus, and Taiyi blooms with quinoa at night. The color of the mountains is three sets of purple, and the peak shape is nine low.
A Taurus must meet a girl, and the deer is not shy. The Ming sage relies on the talented man, and the clear light appreciates Yi's wife.
Zhanying passed down Taishi, and asked Wang Ni about it. The tiger view is high and auspicious, and the bright hall is decorated with cloth.
Min and Wu Tong sent elephants, while Han and Wei forgot their hooves. Lift the cow's ear by turning back the crotch, and lift the musk deer's navel by Liu Fang.
The horse is praised in the altar, and the chicken is called out in the clouds. Scholars wear silver tubes, and friends wear hairpins with jade hairpins.
The green robe looks beautiful, and the beads and shoes are also tidy. Everyone who boarded the immortal boat climbed up the moon ladder.
When the banquet is full of rainbows, the writing becomes fascinating. Dole's poems are connected with Ying, but they are lazy and resemble Ji.
The empty mountain knows the world, and the secluded path cannot be broken. The people's words are astonishing, but the fairy has not yet transformed into a corpse.
Sparse madness hates the whites of the eyes, and Shen Yan hates the shape of the eyes. The sword box is returned to the generals, and the poem bag is taken off Xiaoxi.
The book will be burned with stone and inkstone, and the medicine will be burned with knife and inkstone. The moon palace recruits people, and Yao Tian suddenly dreams of plowing.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang Baojing, sleeping in the mirror, uncovers the golden shield. Let the bird fly, and cut off the sun in the sky.
The sky is open and the sky is vast, and the water is crowding out the water. The first meeting was joyful, but the reunion turned miserable.
The art world chats and competes with each other, but the imperial road fears Geli. Teda Luo Zhang jade, dust next to the Zeng Qi.
If you are willing to come, you will not be in trouble. The fighting throws away the tillers, and the clouds fly away.
The situation is sarcastic and we wish to deepen our friendship. Then I attached myself to Chai Feng Ji, and I was ashamed to be the Chi Ze Salamander.
Leaving the strict household with ease, singing and boiling. The competition for inviting guests on a boat was transformed into a car carrying a mouse.
Furong is mixed with Xue Li, and Xiao Ai is mixed with red catkins. In the east, the eyebrows are colorful, and in the west, the teeth are beautiful.
The mantle pavilion comes with feather clothes, and the osmanthus boat is hidden in the fragrance. The jade pots are made of red bean curds, and the carvings are made of green deer meat.
Pull silk and lotus root juice to make delicious orange juice. There is more than enough grain in the cup, and the dagger of Chang Zhai enters the bamboo basket.
The auspicious wind blows, and the good things come and go. Shang Zhu burned the bamboo basket and handed it over, while Xi Ci broke the arrow and smashed it.
The banquets are still cut off, and the banquets are blown several times. The three great disasters are away from the Buddha, and the king is blessed with five blessings.
There is no sky for Fei Yujue, and there is room to store space. The smoke from the tea stove remains in the pond, and the fire in the kitchen shines brightly.
The wild rice is fragrant and green, and the celery is cold to the green mud. Enjoy the Yipu delicacies, and hope to pass on the art of Zhi.
The wind pierced Qiyu and the waves shattered the glass. The water plants are scattered and the clouds are green, and the reeds are cold and the rain is blowing.
The golden pond is covered with flying shades, and the embroidered roads are purple and whispy. Drunkards are shouting for pheasants, and fishermen are cleverly setting up their traps.
I can hear the white horse in the distant river, and the yellow leaves are still hanging across the leaves. The fishing market is crowded with people, and the villagers miss Bo River.
The bridge and carriages welcome the moss and the piers are filled with flowers. The knight-errant praises Yin Le, and the graceful lady collects Xiang Grate.
When the lotus dries up, I feel sad about being covered, and Yang Lao sighs that he is born. The orchid paddle leans against the golden sand, and the flower gate carries green sleeves.
Laughing at Chen Qingyu’s case, they all took pictures of the white copper tantan. The colorful candles melt into the pearls and phoenixes, and the red flowers embrace the rhinoceros.
Children peek at wild bamboos and play with pears in the garden. When it comes to more adjustments, the team is divided into teams, and the reins are half leaning on the horse.
The master still follows the rules and slanders each other when he is young and arrogant. Langge Mingzhudai, deep rocks answer drums.
You Tan stopped singing the Buddha's song, and the smoke trees suddenly cried. Turning around the clear and empty mansion, the light contains peaches and plums.
The brilliant light conceals the toad and the rabbit, and the bright light conceals the rabbit. The heavy dew sinks into Danguo, and the rope moves to embrace the red silk.
I slept in my dreams at midnight, and fell into a coma at midnight. The algae are blooming, and the front is cold and the pelicans are naked.
The mysterious pearl is thrown into the red water, and every trace of it surges up and is lifted up. Jipu is covered with frost, and the high pavilion is covered with snow.
Cranes are released in the solitary mountain, and the deer park is frightened. The elm is white and golden at dawn, and the maple is green and green {Yuyi}.
The night light is still in knots, and the flowing fire is resurrected. The slanting Han leans towards the secluded Nagisa, and the cool clouds lock the green boudoir.
Yun came to the stage as a concubine, and E'e shadowed herself in the water. They all took advantage of Luan tricks and sold Sui Ni in their spare time.
The people in Jinxin are cut apart, who can do it under the threat of the moon? The rhyme was borrowed from Wu Xian's score, and the singer composed the title.
Every family is beautiful on the east wall, remembering the Southern Qi Dynasty. The thoughts of cutting down trees are chattering, and the weaving of sweet potatoes is funny.
Yayi studied under Du Fu and was about to force Changli. Laughing is the way, knowing that heroes are not the stream.
I like the new hair blade, but it is difficult to solve the problem of wearing many thorns. If you tie a good fish and throw it into the water, you will escape and become a gnat.
I prefer to pick calamus, and I like the eclectic taste. If you don’t know the truth, you will come in with eyebrows raised, and if you have doubts, you will stay behind closed doors.
The gods are in harmony with each other, but the leaves are still in the dark. Qi and shoulder differences merge, and the poems are completed and the hands criticize each other.
If you dare to climb a dragon and flutter your wings, you will be ashamed to kill a horse and run wildly. When you are tired of wandering, you can sing about fatigue, and when you are tired, you can sing simply.
If you are a friend, you can avoid it, but God will help you. It's just haze disease, why is it so lucky?
Accumulating incense and receiving rice happily, attacking jade and collecting {stones}. There are gulls and herons in the water, and turtles and turtles in the mountains.
Returning to the forest, there are stone teeth, but the grass is luxuriant. Looking back to pity and compete for the upper hand, the flying god plans to ascend to the throne.
The alliance between Shaowei and Wei has been decided and he is hiding in the west of the Great Lakes. Tongzou Shitong tells the story of the Dukes’ visit to the former site of Changchun Palace (four poems). Author: Wang Zhiduan spends his free time in writing and writing, surrounded by beautiful scenery in the suburbs.
Yuan and the other gentlemen wandered out of Chongyong. The rugged and clear stream is blocked, and the winding and secluded path leads to it.
The grass is green and the flowers are red. The wild scenery of the forest was a bit poor, so the Yuren Palace was built.
The sound of the luan and the sheng will never be heard, and the racing wheels will never come again. The foundation of the text is peeled off from the ruined site, and the curtains are shed from the corridor.
Because of the sorrow of the past, the people looked forward to hope. ¤ Zhongzhao made an appointment to visit Tiantai Yandang next year. He first presented his Xiaoyao clothes to Mr. Zhang. Author: Wang Shucheng. Fan Sheng made an appointment to go to Cuiwei, where he went to Tiantai Yandang for more than 10 days.
The crane feathers in the mountains fell into the fairy cloak, and the autumn wind gave me the free clothes. Clothes are used for leisurely travels, and songs are used to reward misty sentences.
The river sails sailed east and west yesterday, and the cave was dimly covered in smoke trees. Zhang Gong rode a donkey out of Mingbo, and the green hills burst out into a fairy house.
The secluded paths are confusing, and the cliffs are as dangerous as jade. In seven days, chaos begins, and a thousand years separate the world.
A deep orifice hanging gracefully.
8. About poems on the wall
Poems on the wall
Poems on the wall are treasures in ancient poetry and a cultural phenomenon worthy of study.
For example, Su Shi of the Song Dynasty wrote in "Inscription on the Wall of the Western Forest":
It looks like a ridge from the side and a peak from the side.
The height is different from near to far.
I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu,
I just live in this mountain.
In terms of content, the poems on the wall are all written with feelings and have some sustenance.
They can be roughly divided into the following types:
First, political ambition. Most of these poems are dissatisfied with reality and complain about injustice.
"Tibi" by an unknown person in the Song Dynasty
Selling land scriptures by the Baita Bridge,
The long pavilion and short post are the most distinct.
How can we just talk about Lin’an Road?
It’s not as far away as the Central Plains!
Second, when life is difficult, beg for social support, write poems on walls, and advertise widely.
Some of them are even commercial in nature, and the poets can make profits based on them.
According to Li E of the Qing Dynasty, Xu Dong was ingenious and held an exhibition of poems on the wall, which earned him a fortune.
Third, hobbies. Some poems are quite philosophical and can be called aphorisms.
According to the "Chronicle of Song Poetry", the poem uses two metaphors to illustrate a truth: the nouveau riche often come like wind and rain and go like dust;
And those who are honest and step-by-step But can reach the destination smoothly.
Fourth, I think about the past, reflect on the past, and feel filled with emotion.
Wang Bo, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, was appointed as the governor of Yangzhou and wrote a poem on the wall:
I have already gone to the hall to attend the meeting,
I feel ashamed that Jia Li bells after dinner.
After twenty years of dust and dust,
Now I have a green sarong.