Poems about silence in ancient poetry 1. Poetry about silence.

The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.

A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang. -Chang Jian "Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple".

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue

The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. -Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. -Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"

Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. -Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Dwelling House"

The lonely ducks fly together in the sunset, and the autumn water is the same as the sky. -Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Teng Pavilion

2. Poems describing inner peace

1, I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Said by: Wei's Bamboo House.

Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes whistling. Who knows I'm here in the jungle? Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.

2. Build a house under human conditions without the noise of horses and chariots.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

From: Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties, Drinking the Fifth.

Living in the world, there is no noise of horses and chariots. Ask me why I can do this. As long as you aim high, you will naturally feel your place is secluded. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, Nanshan in the distance comes into view.

3. Bodhi only looks at the heart, why bother asking for the outside world?

Practice yourself, and the paradise is just around the corner!

Said by: Tang Huineng, Bodhisattva.

Bodhi just looks inward, why bother to ask the outside world for mystery? Practice yourself in this way, and heaven is just around the corner!

4, naked, but not against your wishes.

From: Return to the Garden by Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties, Part III.

It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it won't go against my wish to go back to farming.

5, looking back at the bleak place, returning, no rain or shine.

Said by: Stone "Gathering wind and rain, don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest".

Look back at the place where you met the storm and go back, whether it's raining or sunny.

Step 3 write relaxed ancient poems

The ancient poems describing "happy mood" are as follows:

1, "After graduation"

The previous filth was not enough to brag, but now there is no end to debauchery. In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.

2. "Go home with flowers"

Go to Ma Rufei to enjoy flowers, and go to Ma Rufei. When the wine wakes up slightly, it is already dusk, and when it wakes up, it is already dusk to enjoy flowers.

3. Early Baidu City

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away. Apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.

4. quatrains

The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

Sentences describing happy mood

1, like these tiny pleasures and enjoy these soft touches.

When I gradually settle down, when I am old, when I recall these things later, my mouth will be raised high. Because these are the marks that I walked through in my youth.

3, floating heart, a little silence, ultimately comes down to inner peace.

Besides love, there is actually a kind of friendship, which is even more touching when traveling with you.

5. I always can't remember the reason to make myself happy.

6. It's not how lively you are in front of others, nor how silent you are in front of you. It is rare that you always fantasize about what you are doing at the moment every day. A little smile or sadness at the corner of your mouth is the truest testimony. If you are happy, I will be happy for you.

7, the life of a pig has the fun of a pig ~ The fun of a pig is only known to the pig himself.

If we are not bound by worldly things, maybe we will be happier.

9. If what I say can bring you a good mood, then I am willing to turn into a bird flying in the air and surround you. Since then, Twitter has been on.

10, the sun is warm, and it is very comfortable to hit the face.

4. Poems about silence

Liang Zhu has been idle for a long time, and every spring comes, he is still disappointed. Every day, I often get sick and drink, but I don't care that my face is thin in the mirror. Why do they have to worry about new things every year? The independent small bridge is full of wind sleeves, and the linping crescent people return home. Jade building is bleak, and it is a bit boring after parting. There are no books, and there are no books. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it. Therefore, looking for a single pillow in a dream, the dream is not only light but also embers. The butterfly garden is deep, willow piles of smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. I'm not going to stay in spring. My eyes filled with tears, and I flew over the swing. I'm waiting for plum blossoms in the pavilion, the bridges are sparse and the grass is warm and swaying. My sadness is drifting away, and the distance is like spring water. My heart is full of tears, and the building is too high to rely on the dangerous fence. There are spring mountains everywhere, and pedestrians are even outside. The waves washed the sand and drank. Forget to come back, it is impossible to say that spring will be dusk. Flowers will eat cold food, whose tree the car is tied to. Will we meet a stranger when Shuang Yan comes? Stir up the spring sorrow like catkins, and there is nowhere to find it in my dream. The Jade Pagoda is unfinished, and it is planned to return, not to swallow the spring first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. Leave a song without renovation, and a song can teach the intestines to knot. It's easy to say goodbye to Chunfeng before you see all the flowers in Luoyang. Twelve children's tours are withered by spring, and the blue sky is far away. More specifically, I remember Wang Sun. The rain fell on the light thunder pool outside Linjiang Xianchi, and the sound of the rain dripped and broke the lotus. The rainbow in the west corner of the small building is bright, withered and oblique, and the moonlight is born. Swallows fly to see the painted building, the jade hook hangs the curtain, the cool waves are motionless, the lines are flat, the water is clear and the pillows are double, and there are falling flowers on the shore. Irises are swaying in the wind, and willows are carrying heavy smoke and snow. The moon shines on the pear flower. Mulberry picking is a solo boat, around the West Lake, with clear water and grass on the long shore, and fun everywhere. When there is no wind, the water is smooth and slippery, the boat ripples slightly, and the sand birds fly ashore to pick mulberry seeds. Spring rain wins the West Lake, flowers are blooming, butterflies are buzzing, and flowers are warm in sunny days. The orchid is coated with kudzu. It's calm, but there are clouds floating under the boat. The water is fresh and the pitch is lingering. I suspect there will be another day in the lake. After picking mulberry seeds, the West Lake is fine, wolves are still red, birds are misty, and weeping willows are withered all day. After all the tourists left, I felt the spring sky, the curtains hung down and two swallows came back in the drizzle. Who can enjoy the West Lake after picking mulberry seeds?

Who knows, at leisure, the grass is dark and the water is far away, and a little Cangzhou egrets fly. The West Lake is clear and full of eyes, and green willows and bamboos drive there. Tourists must go at dusk, drunk and noisy, and the road turns to the embankment until the city head is always full of flowers. After the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine, and wine will come without flags. Go home drunk. Mulberry leaves are beautiful in the water, and the West Lake is full of fresh clouds. Seagulls and herons are sleeping, so you should get used to listening to orchestra. The wind is clear and the moon is white, suitable for night. Anyone who envies Luan is a fairy in the boat. The sunset of mulberry leaves shines on the West Lake, with a sea of flowers and a Ma Pingchuan, and there is no boat on the barren shore. The southwest moon floats away. Asphalt flying in the spring of 20 years. Returning like a crane in Liaodong, the whole city is new. Who knows the old master? When Ruan Langchun returned to the South Garden, the smell of wind and peace, green plums like peas and willows, butterflies flying all day long, flowers heavy and grass smoke low, people's curtains hanging down, swings casual, and painted beams living in Shuang Yan. The southern singer's golden mud belt, the dragon jade palm comb. Idle hinder embroidery, ask how the word Yuanyang is born. Linjiangxian remembered the first song that Jin Luan sang together, and the spring breeze made the country rich and the people strong. Now, he is an old official who has lost Qujiang flowers for ten years. It is said that Lang Mountain leads to Yuen Long, and the building is very high, but there is no family in sight. It's hard to leave the lonely city when it's cold, and the mangroves are far away. He Mei crab powder. Don't worry. Sauvignon Blanc surrounded the embankment with apple willows, watched the pedestrians go west, and returned for a long time. It's raining and windy, and cold gulls fly relatively. Sauvignon Blanc is like a willow, and a willow is a parting young man, bowing his head and crying. The Yangtze River is east, Jiangxi is long, and mandarin ducks fly on both sides. When will they meet? 6. Shoot a lamp and spread it frequently. Life here seems like an old bottle. Say what you love in the morning, roll a light cream on the curtain and try on plum blossom makeup by hand, all because of your hatred, so you draw long and far. Thinking about the past and cherishing fragrance is easy to get hurt. Draw a song first, and it is the most heartbreaking to laugh. The railing of Pingshan, which is in the wrong place, leans against the clear sky, where the color of the mountain is both there and there. His hand hung in front of the hall. Look at the old man in front of the bottle. Nowadays, the waves of sand swim in the north pool, the canoes are rippling and the wicker is soft, so that spring comes and goes, and the head is white. A good prostitute has a good voice, but it is difficult to get drunk. I advise you to drink enough gold euros, even if flowers are often sick, they are still romantic. Fishermen are proud of the ridge of lotus leaves, and the boat supports flowers. If there is love in the sky, it will be old.

How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves.

The shore of the ship. Maple leaves and flowers in autumn.

Think about the past. It is necessary to compare the world with dreams.

Last year's Eve, the flower market was brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.

When will Ruanlang return to Liulang? Unintentional cloud wins Iraq

Dark clouds are still there.

5. Poems about silence

Liang Zhu has been idle for a long time, and every spring comes, he is still disappointed. I often get sick and drink every day, but I don't care that my face is thin in the mirror. Why do they have to worry about new things every year? The independent small bridge is full of wind sleeves, and the linping crescent people return home. Jade building is bleak, and it is a bit boring after parting. There are no books, and there are no books. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it. Therefore, looking for a single pillow in a dream, the dream is not only light but also embers. The butterfly garden is deep, willow piles of smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. I'm not going to stay in spring. I asked for flowers with tears in my eyes, but I didn't say anything. I am flying red in autumn 7a686964616fe78988e 69d8331333238663638. I am in Tasha and other museums, and the willows are thin and the grass is warm and swaying on the stream bridge. My sadness is getting farther and farther, and my distance is like a spring. There are more amateurs in Chunshan. Langtaosha is facing the east wind of wine, and they are calm together. They hung in the east of Los Angeles. At that time, they always walked hand in hand through the fragrant grass. Unfortunately, this year's flowers are better than last year's. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year, and we also know who to be with. Where will butterfly lovers spend a few days? Forget to come back, it is impossible to say that spring will be dusk. Flowers will eat cold food, whose tree the car is tied to. Will we meet a stranger when Shuang Yan comes? Stir up the spring sorrow like catkins, and there is nowhere to find it in my dream. The Jade Pagoda is unfinished, and it is planned to return, not to swallow the spring first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. Leave a song without renovation, and a song can teach the intestines to knot. It's easy to say goodbye to Chunfeng before you see all the flowers in Luoyang. Twelve children's tours are withered by spring, and the blue sky is far away. More specifically, I remember Wang Sun. The rain fell on the light thunder pool outside Linjiang Xianchi, and the sound of the rain dripped and broke the lotus. The rainbow in the west corner of the small building is bright, withered and oblique, and the moonlight is born. Swallows fly to see the painted building, the jade hook hangs the curtain, the cool waves are motionless, the lines are flat, the water is clear and the pillows are double, and there are falling flowers on the shore. Irises are swaying in the wind, and willows are carrying heavy smoke and snow. The moon shines on the pear flower. Mulberry picking is a solo boat, around the West Lake, with clear water and grass on the long shore, and fun everywhere. When there is no wind, the water is smooth and slippery, the boat ripples slightly, and the sand birds fly ashore to pick mulberry seeds. Spring rain wins the West Lake, flowers are blooming, butterflies are buzzing, and flowers are warm in sunny days. The orchid is coated with kudzu. It's calm, but there are clouds floating under the boat. The water is fresh and the pitch is lingering. I suspect there will be another day in the lake. After picking mulberry seeds, the West Lake is fine, wolves are still red, birds are misty, and weeping willows are withered all day. After all the tourists left, I felt the spring sky, the curtains hung down and two swallows came back in the drizzle. Who can enjoy the West Lake after picking mulberry seeds?

Who knows, at leisure, the grass is dark and the water is far away, and a little Cangzhou egrets fly. The West Lake is clear and full of eyes, and green willows and bamboos drive there. Tourists must go at dusk, drunk and noisy, and the road turns to the embankment until the city head is always full of flowers. After the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine, and wine will come without flags. Go home drunk. Mulberry leaves are beautiful in the water, and the West Lake is full of fresh clouds. Seagulls and herons are sleeping, so you should get used to listening to orchestra. The wind is clear and the moon is white, suitable for night. Anyone who envies Luan is a fairy in the boat. The sunset of mulberry leaves shines on the West Lake, with a sea of flowers and a Ma Pingchuan, and there is no boat on the barren shore. The southwest moon floats away. Asphalt flying in the spring of 20 years. Returning like a crane in Liaodong, the whole city is new. Who knows the old master? When Ruan Langchun returned to the South Garden, the smell of wind and peace, green plums like peas and willows, butterflies flying all day long, flowers heavy and grass smoke low, people's curtains hanging down, swings casual, and painted beams living in Shuang Yan. The southern singer's golden mud belt, the dragon jade palm comb. Idle hinder embroidery, ask how the word Yuanyang is born. Linjiangxian remembered the first song that Jin Luan sang together, and the spring breeze made the country rich and the people strong. Now, he is an old official who has lost Qujiang flowers for ten years. It is said that Lang Mountain leads to Yuen Long, and the building is very high, but there is no family in sight. It's hard to leave the lonely city when it's cold, and the mangroves are far away. He Mei crab powder. Don't worry. Sauvignon Blanc surrounded the embankment with apple willows, watched the pedestrians go west, and returned for a long time. It's raining and windy, and cold gulls fly relatively. Sauvignon Blanc is like a willow, and a willow is a parting young man, bowing his head and crying. The Yangtze River is east, Jiangxi is long, and mandarin ducks fly on both sides. When will they meet? 6. Shoot a lamp and spread it frequently. Life here seems like an old bottle. Say what you love in the morning, roll a light cream on the curtain and try on plum blossom makeup by hand, all because of your hatred, so you draw long and far. Thinking about the past and cherishing fragrance is easy to get hurt. Draw a song first, and it is the most heartbreaking to laugh. The railing of Pingshan, which is in the wrong place, leans against the clear sky, where the color of the mountain is both there and there. His hand hung in front of the hall. Look at the old man in front of the bottle. Nowadays, the waves of sand swim in the north pool, the canoes are rippling and the wicker is soft, so that spring comes and goes, and the head is white. A good prostitute has a good voice, but it is difficult to get drunk. I advise you to drink enough gold euros, even if flowers are often sick, they are still romantic. Fishermen are proud of the ridge of lotus leaves, and the boat supports flowers. If there is love in the sky, it will be old.

How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves.

The shore of the ship. Maple leaves and flowers in autumn.

Think about the past. It is necessary to compare the world with dreams.

Last year's Eve, the flower market was brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.

6. There are poems describing people who are not calm and miss their lovers.

Parting is bitter water, loneliness is a spoonful of coffee. I make acacia thick, taste the fragrance you left behind like Xijiang River, and it flows east day and night. I'm worried about Jiangling-Yu-

Does the human heart have to bloom in spring like all other flowers? Even if this bright flame of love, should it only be ashes? -Li Shangyin

Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people. -Sender-Zhang Bi-

Tears are falling in your eyes. I hate not meeting you before I got married-Zhang Ji.

Tears can be traced, but words are hard to send-Chen Duansheng.

As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? -Qin Guan

Linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it? -Yang Liuzhi-Wen Tingyun-

Falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more-Gong Zizhen.

Afraid of lovesickness, I've thought about it, and it's my turn to leave lovesickness, revealing a trace of brow. Yu Yan

After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia. The order of laurel-Xu Zaisi-

Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months. Diary about love "Yu Meiren"-Nalan Xingde-

People enter the river like the wind, and love enters the river and rain. -A spring in the Jade House-Zhou Bangyan-

Life has its own infatuation, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance-Ouyang Xiu

When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I have been lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. -Li Bai-

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. -Su Shi

Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -The Book of Songs

He is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses it. Minus the word Huanxisha-Kuang Zhouyi.

The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. Zhang Xian

Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. Yulouchun-Yan Shu-

Without Cai Feng's wings, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -Li Shangyin

Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. Today, I think about it. It rains and snows, and it looks at the sky and clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk, but I miss you when I sit. -Tang Yin-

The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai-

How many lovesickness one-night stands are there? The ends of the earth are not long. -The Swallow House-Zhang's lovesickness poem-

If you don't think about it, you can avoid it After careful consideration, I would rather miss you! -Zhao Biyu-

How can a flowering tree let you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship. -Xi Murong

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong

7. What are the ancient poems about "keeping inner peace and staying away from noise"?

1. "Drinking, the fifth kind"

Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

2. Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain

Tang Libai

The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.

You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.

3. "Back to the Garden, Part III"

Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

4. Fisherman

Qingnalanxingde

Autumn wind is better than lotus.

People are dizzy, and the water is blown into the piccolo.

5. "Back to the Garden, Part II"

Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world.

This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.

When the market is full of people, they will come and go together.

When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.

My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day.

Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.

8. The more ancient poems about keeping inner peace away from the noise, the better.

First, if you are not indifferent, you will have no vision and white will not be quiet.

-Zhuge Liang's book of commandments

Second, building a house is based on human conditions, and there are no chariots and horses. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

-Tao Yuanming's drinking (5)

Sandu, but nylon pole is red, and autumn wind wins the lotus. People are foggy and blown into reeds.

-Nalan Xingde's "Fisherman"

Fourth, no rhyme, sex autumn mountain. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Zhi is on the back eaves of the elm tree in Liu Yin, tang qian.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Dogs bark in deep alleys, chickens crow and mulberry trees jump.

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

-Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden (I)

Five, bamboo straight guilty is my friend, water lamp berth is my teacher!

-Yan Zi Chun Qiu

6. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms flow, and mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

-Zhang "Fishing Songs"

Seven, don't be surprised, look at the flowers before the court; I have no intention of staying or staying, looking at the clouds in the sky.

-"Deep Window Notes"

Eight, birds fly high, lonely clouds go alone. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.

-Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain