Poems about Tang Di. Hanging tree poems

Tree hanging, also known as rime, the following is a poem describing rime.

Willow bears silver flowers, and pine and cypress bear silver chrysanthemums, just like the strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

In the snowy willows of the Han River, the sun is shining, and Yushu is full of flowers in Man Chun. After all, everything on earth is difficult.

The cold river is foggy and freezing, and the trees are full of flowers and clouds. Last night, I released thousands of rays. Who cut a sunny piece of snow? The ice feathers are crystal clear, the clothes are graceful, and I want to dance cold. Who do you want to make an appointment with?

A couch is fragrant and warm, and a thousand doors are foggy and cold.

It is said that the harvest begins from now on, and it is more important to look back at the candle roll.

The cold river is foggy and freezing, and the trees are full of flowers and clouds.

Last night, I released thousands of rays. Who cut a sunny piece of snow?

The ice feather is crystal clear, the dress is graceful, and I want to dance cold.

Who do you want to make an appointment with?

Haze, sky and clouds, mountains and water are all white.

The shadow on the lake is only the trace of the long dike and a small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

One mustard for Yu Zhou, and two or three for the people on the boat.

Look at the rime

The mountain fog is hazy, and I am happy to be Joan.

Yingying is in the jade world and walks in the heavenly palace.

The wind blows clouds and waves, and the wax rainbow is steamed every day.

Looking back at the trees in the distance, the scenery is lush.

2. Cang Ming Shi

One: Tang Gu Kuang's "Appreciating Liu Xianggong":

Now that the world is at peace, what does "xianggong" mean by crazy life?

He looked around like a crane in a cage and called several times.

Second, Tang: Li Deyu's "Recalling the Old Tour of Jinmen to Send Dr. Shen from Jiangxi"

Looking east at Canghua Road, there are many things, so there is no reason for Bai Shou to meet more.

I have already fallen into the cold spring, and the end of the world is a pity.

Personnel have only been promoted for ten years, and the official tour has drifted over a thousand peaks.

Sijun sent Xishan medicine far away and went to red pine at the end of the year.

Third, Su Song shun Qin and Huai Shang met with the wind.

Just ask Huai Tianhe and Changfeng Wan Li to take you home.

You have to worry about staying overnight, and you will be free when you blow into the blue sky.

Fourth, Zhang Song Xiaoxiang's "Nian Nujiao Crossing Dongting"

On the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is not a breath of wind on the grass in Dongting Lake.

Jade boundary is 30 thousand hectares, give me a boat.

The moon is bright and the moon is bright, and the Milky Way is in the same shadow, and the inside and outside are clear.

The bright moon and the bright galaxy reflect their posture in this vast jade scene, and the water surface is bright and clear.

I want to miss Linghai for many years and shine alone.

Both liver and gallbladder are ice and snow. Short hair, small sleeves, cold, steady and wide.

Now, I am wearing cold hair and clothes, drifting quietly in this boundless pale sea.

I wonder what night it will be.

3. Zhu's poems

"Ji Ya Cai Mei Cynthia Chrysanthemum Four Sketches": "The study is bright, and those who choose plum, bamboo, orchid and chrysanthemum alone can cleanse people's dirty intestines and make their bones bright with their elegance and elegance."

Chinese plum

Ice is the bone and snow is the soul.

Heaven is immortal and stands out from the crowd.

I am crazy. I am cold and fragrant in winter.

One night, the spring breeze was bright and seamless.

Chinese plum

When is a piece of ice and snow red?

Bright and sparse can also look down on the sky.

Leng Xiang drifted into the distance.

The fairy in the flower lives up to its reputation.

Chinese plum

In winter, the cold will definitely penetrate Nanliang.

Su Jie is red and strong all over.

The world gave me three praises.

I give the world a stick of incense.

Chinese plum

Ice makes bones and snow makes souls.

Heaven is immortal and stands out from the crowd.

I am crazy. I am cold and fragrant in winter.

One night, the spring breeze was bright and seamless.

chrysanthemum

Don't argue with many English people about what is needed.

Charming and refined.

Frost-soaked wind dyed poetic rhyme

Who is the best in the world?

chrysanthemum

Qing Wen Hui's several ointment deliveries.

Who can you be beautiful for?

The true gentleman in Tao Gong's works

Call the autumn wind to accompany you

orchid

Ben is in a smoky valley.

I wonder when the earth will come.

Who does everyone love most?

Several common inking meters

orchid

Living alone in the mountains, laughing at the ups and downs.

Only the fragrance came across the ridge.

Elegant, does not change color.

Only for this gentleman.

A kind of bamboo

The world is lush and unstoppable.

There is a difference between noise and rain.

A place where literati and poets write.

Only Zhu Jun is the most restrained.

A kind of bamboo

Be green and fresh.

Behind the ridge, in front of the stream is a shadow.

Mo Dao Gao Jie has no rhyme.

The father who sells wine has a gentleman.

Qinyuan chunmei

Cang Ai Yu Yu Xue Wang Yinfeng Duan Gao Ling

Smile a little red rhyme.

Sweet soul, likes to complain about erotic shadows and hide feelings.

Pride, surprise, anger and charm have long been blowing in the wind.

Easy to step on the clouds

Look back at the moonlight, like water, and the new taste is surging.

The world is like wormwood, and you can choose from all kinds of customs.

Sigh that peonies are only rich.

Rhododendron roses are too enchanting.

Deep valleys, clouds, haze, orchids, grass, green, soft, too delicate.

Feed jade, winter decorates spring with soul, and the warmth disappears.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. -Tao Yuanming's fifth day of drinking.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"

The chrysanthemum near the fence has not been seen in autumn. -Jiao Ran is not looking for Lu Hongxian at home.

It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. -Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum

The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. -Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Sills, Chrysanthemums, Sorrow, Smoke, Blue Tears and Dewdrops"

Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat. -Du Fu's "Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity"

4. Mu Furong's poems

The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. The mouth of a stream is silent, without a trace. They open and fall. -Wu Xinyi by Don Wang Wei

Castle Peak is beautiful, with beautiful scenery and abundant night light. Before the pool was cleared, the red scorpion left the room. The sun is divided into two shades, and the wind brings yuhua fragrance. Fish are afraid of lotus breaking, but turtles hinder lotus. Clouds and rains are light and moist, and the vegetation is hidden. I am a singer dabbling in Jiangqu, but I don't think it is a petticoat.

Picking hibiscus by the river, Lanzeduo fragrant grass. What you want is left behind, who thinks far. Looking back at my hometown, it's a long way. I am bent on leaving home and worried to death.

When drinking under the porch, hibiscus blooms all around. -Hu Linting by Tang Wang Wei

My hibiscus grows by the river in bleak autumn, but I don't complain why the spring breeze doesn't blow to make my flower bloom.

My hibiscus grows by the river in bleak autumn, but I don't complain why the spring breeze doesn't blow to make my flower bloom. Lotus: another name for lotus Dongfeng: spring breeze. -Tang monk "Shang Shang Shi Lang"

5. drizzle poem

1. Man Jianghong [Yue Fei]

Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.

Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will the courtiers regret it? Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is neglected. Hungry, hungry, eating pork, laughing, thirsty for Hun blood. Leave it at the beginning and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque

2. Su Shi's "Huanxisha"

The buds just growing at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, and the sand road between the pine trees is washed away by the rain. In the evening, the rain began to trickle down, and cuckoo calls came from the pine forest. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can still flow west, so don't sing yellow chicken with white hair.

3. Time: Tang Author: Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

4. Autumn Rain Leaving Xiangjiang River Year: Song Author:

Clouds lock dreams on the river, and Liu Kun dances in the middle of the night.

The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.

Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?

Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.

5. "Crying at night is stormy last night" Year: Tang Author: Li Yu

It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled.

Candle residual leakage often drips on the pillow, so he can't sit on his back.

The world flows with water, which is a dream.

Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.

6. Send Yuan Er to Anxi Wang Wei

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.

6. Poetry about farming and reading.

Gengduxuan

Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty

Who is in Lu Yu? Lead the yellow calf on the back.

Ploughs and hoes are on the shoulders, and books are piled up.

Work hard and recite well, and you will know that you are sitting in the shade.

Nanshan bean seedling fertilizer, high east rain new foot.

The cold filled the suburban market, and the sound of books came from the hut.

In ancient times, wise men got up to cultivate themselves.

Buy a minister's song with a negative salary, and read it by Ni Broadband.

Send a message to a young apprentice, and the business will follow.

"Farming and reading poetry" is

History of Xiang 'an in Song Dynasty

When I am in my field, the road is like a crow's disease.

Dusk is floating on my curtains, and the wind and rain are dense.

The hemp fiber is like a crown, and the snow torch is like a firefly pole.

Tian Ding is eager to learn from Ding, and he is also eager to learn from others.

Mi Gan Xi Cai Zhi, Tao Mao Xi Shi Ren.

No regrets, right pitch.

Tang Yao is my monarch, but I'm cheating on Iggy.

Reading Shan Hai Jing, Part I

Tao Yuanming in the Southern Dynasties

Xia Meng is lush in this season, and my home is surrounded by green trees.

Birds seem to be satisfied with their food. I love my thatched cottage.

After farm work, I often come back to read my favorite books.

Live in a secluded village lane, away from the noise, even if old friends drive back.

Talking about spring wine and picking vegetables in my garden.

The drizzle blows from the east, accompanied by a fresh breeze.

Extensive reading "Biography of Zhou Wang", browse the book of mountains and seas.

What could be happier than this view of the universe?

Watch the children playing on the stream in the village.

Land Tourism in Song Dynasty

After the rain, the stream leveled the bank and looked at the children in the village to thank yat sen villa.

Bamboo and horses gallop, kites are domineering and whistling in the wind.

In the third winter, I temporarily learned from Confucian scholars and practiced from my parents.

Literacy is roughly equivalent to paying tribute, so you don't have to work hard for your officials.

"1898 Two Poems on Autumn and Winter and Children during Xichun Family Reunion"

Sun Jie in Song Dynasty

It's been half a year since we parted, and the right to share is afraid in late autumn.

If he can work hard at night, his daily life will be better than buying fields.