"Three Hundred Tang Poems"/pmzh/pmzh_b/pmzh_b100.htm

Wang Wei: Luchai

No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard.

Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.

Wang Wei: Zhuli Pavilion

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

The people in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.

Wang Wei: Farewell

Let's see each other off in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood.

The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return?

Wang Wei: Acacia

Red beans grow in the southern country. How many branches will grow when spring comes?

I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.

Wang Wei: Miscellaneous Poems

You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown.

Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow?

Pei Di: Send Cui Jiu off

Go back to the mountains to see the beauty of the hills and valleys.

Don’t imitate the people from Wuling and travel to Taoyuan for a while.

Ancestor's chant: Looking at the remaining snow in Zhongnan

The Yin ridge in Zhongnan is beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds.

The forest is bright and clear, and the city is getting colder at dusk.

Meng Haoran: Staying at Jiande River

Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.

The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

Meng Haoran: Spring Dawn

I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.

How many flowers have fallen to the sound of wind and rain at night?

Li Bai: Night Thoughts

The moonlight was shining brightly in front of the bed, and it was suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.

Li Bai: Resentment

The beauty rolls up the bead curtain and sits deeply with her eyebrows furrowed.

But when I see wet tears, I don’t know who I hate?

Du Fu: Eight Formations Diagram

His achievements cover three parts of the country, so it is called the Eight Formations Diagram.

The stone in the river will not turn, and the regret will be swallowed by Wu.

Wang Zhihuan: Climbing the Stork Tower

The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to see a thousand miles away, take it to the next level.

Liu Changqing: Farewell to Lingche

In Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bells rang late.

The lotus hat brings the setting sun, and the green mountains alone return to the distance.

Liu Changqing: Playing the Qin

On the seven strings, listening quietly to the cold wind in the pines.

Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it.

Liu Changqing: Send it to the Master

How can the lonely crane live in the human world!

Momai Wozhou Mountain was known to people at that time.

Wei Yingwu: Send a message to Qiu Yuanwai on an autumn night

Huaijun belongs to the autumn night, and I sing about the cool sky while walking.

The pine nuts are falling on the empty mountain, and the lonely people should not be sleeping.

Li Duan: Listening to the Zheng

The Zheng is played with golden millet pillars, in front of the jade house with plain hands.

If you want to get Zhou Lang's attention, you always mistakenly play the string.

Wang Jian: Newlyweds

On the third day, he went into the kitchen, washed his hands and made soup.

I don’t know my aunt’s food habits, so I sent my sister-in-law to taste it first.

Quan Deyu: Yutai Ti

The nepotism was resolved last night, and today [Chongxi] is flying.

You can't abandon the lead and the flower, don't let the anvil return.

Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue

Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.

A man in a lone boat with a coir raincoat fishing fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

Yuan Zhen: The Palace

The ancient palace is lonely and the palace flowers are lonely and red.

The white-headed palace maid is here, sitting around talking about Xuanzong.

Bai Juyi: Ask Liu Shijiu

New fermented wine from green ants, small red clay stove.

It’s snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?

Zhang Hu: He Manzi

My homeland is three thousand miles away, and I have been in the palace for twenty years.

With the sound of He Manzi, tears fell in front of you.

Li Shangyin: Climbing Leyouyuan

Xiang Wan felt unwell and drove to Guyuan.

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.

Jia Dao: Those who are looking for hermit will not be found

Panasonic asked the boy and told the teacher to go collect medicine.

Only in this mountain, I don’t know where the clouds are.

Li Pin: Crossing the Han River

The sound and writing outside the mountains are extinct, and after winter comes spring again.

I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone.

Jin Changxu: Spring Resentment

When you beat up the orioles, don’t teach them to sing on the branches.

When I cry, I startle my concubine in my dream, and I cannot get to western Liaoning.

I am from the West: Ge Shu Ge

The Big Dipper is high, Ge Shu carries a knife at night.

I haven’t dared to cross Lintao until now.

Cui Hao: One of the two poems of Changqianxing

Where does your family live? My concubine lives in Hengtang.

I stopped the boat to ask for help, maybe I am a fellow countryman.

Cui Hao: Two of Two Changqianxing

My home is close to the water of Jiujiang River, and I come and go on the side of Jiujiang River.

We are both from Changgan, but we have not known each other since childhood.

Li Bai: Resentment on the Jade Steps

White dew grows on the jade steps and invades the stockings for a long time at night.

But under the crystal curtain, look at the autumn moon exquisitely.

Lulun: One of the four songs under the plug

The golden servant girl with the eagle feathers, the swallowtail embroidered with the arc of cantharides.

Independence promotes new orders, and thousands of battalions call for it.

Lulun: Two of the four songs under the plug

The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night.

I looked for the white feather in plain sight, but it was missing among the stone edges.

Lulun: Three of the Four Songs under the Sai

The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes in the night.

In order to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered the bow and knife.

Lulun: Four of the Four Songs under the Fortress

The wild curtains cover the banquet, and the Qiang Rong celebrate their hard work.

Drunk and golden armor dance, thunder stirs the mountains and rivers.

Li Yi: Song of the South of the Yangtze River

I married a man from Qutang, but I missed the date of my concubine.

If you had known the trend and had faith, you would have married into the trend.

He Zhizhang: A Book Returning to His Hometown

When the young man left home and his elder brother came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.

Children don’t recognize each other when they see each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest comes from.

Zhang Xu: Peach Blossom Stream

The flying bridge is faintly separated by wild smoke, and fishing boats are on the west bank of Shiji.

The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long. Where is the cave at the clear stream?

Wang Wei: Reminiscing about Shandong brothers on September 9th

We are strangers in a foreign land, and we miss our relatives even more during the festive season.

I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.

Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower

Entering Wu in the cold rainy night, I see off my guest Chu Shangu in the bright light.

When relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, their hearts are filled with ice in a jade pot.

Wang Changling: Bridegroom Complaint

The young woman in the boudoir does not know her sorrows, and goes up to the green building with makeup on the spring day.

Suddenly I saw the color of willows on the street, and I regretted teaching my husband and son-in-law to find a title.

Wang Changling: Spring Palace Song

Last night the wind opened the peaches in the well, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang.

Pingyang's singing and dancing are newly favored, and the spring cold outside the curtain is bestowed with brocade robes.

Wang Han: Liangzhou Ci

The luminous cup of grape wine prompts you to drink pipa immediately.

Lord Grim, lying drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times!

Li Bai: Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling

My old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March.

The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.

Li Bai: Going down to Jiangling

The White Emperor said in his farewell speech among the colorful clouds that he returned to Jiangling after thousands of miles away.

The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Cen Shen: Meeting the envoy to Beijing

Looking eastward from my hometown, the road is long and my sleeves are full of tears.

We will meet soon without pen and paper, and I will rely on you to send messages of peace.

Du Fu: In the Year of Li Gui in the South of the Yangtze River

It is common in King Qi’s house, and Cui Jiutang heard it several times in front of him.

It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and we meet you again when the flowers are falling.

Wei Yingwu: Chuzhou West Stream

The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.

The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.

Zhang Ji: Night Mooring at Maple Bridge

The moon sets and crows cry, the sky is filled with frost, and the river maple and fishing fire face melancholy.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to reach the passenger ship.

Han□: Cold Food

Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting.

At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.

Liu Fangping: Moonlight Night

The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south.

Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.

Liu Fangping: Spring Revenge

As the sun sets through the screen window, no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears.

Spring is late in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed.

Liu Zhongyong: The Resentment of Conscripts

Every year the golden river returns to the Jade Pass, and the horses and swords are ringed.

The white snow returns to the green tombs in the third spring, and the thousands of miles of Yellow River circles the Black Mountains.

Gu Kuang: Palace Ci

In the middle of the day in the Jade Tower, shengs and songs rise, and the wind carries the palace concubines smiling and talking.

The shadow of the Moon Palace opens to hear the night leaks, and the crystal curtain rolls close to the Autumn River.

Li Yi: Listening to the flute in Shouxiang City at night

The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon outside Shouxiang City is like frost.

I don’t know where to play the reed pipe, and all night long the people are looking for their hometown.

Liu Yuxi: Wuyi Alley

There are wild grasses and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.

In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Liu Yuxi: Spring Poems

With new makeup, it is appropriate to face the Zhulou Tower, locked in the spring scenery and the sorrow of the courtyard.

Walking to the atrium and counting flowers, dragonflies flew up to the jade and scratched their heads.

Bai Juyi: Poetry for the Harem

My dreams are wet with tears, and I sing in the front hall late at night.

My beauty is cut off before I grow old, and I sit leaning against the fumigation cage till dawn.

Zhang Hu: A gift to my wife

The moon has passed over the trees in the forbidden gate, and my charming eyes can only look at the nest of the herons.

I tilt the jade hairpin beside the lamp shadow, and flick away the red flame to save the moths.

Zhang Hu: One of the two poems on Jilingtai

The sun shines obliquely on Jilingtai, and the mangrove flowers bloom in the morning dew.

Last night the emperor gave a new conferment ("record" with bamboo head added), and Taizhen came into the curtain with a smile.

Zhang Hu: No. 2 of Two Poems on Jilingtai

Mrs. Guo Guo accepted the Lord's kindness and rode into the palace gate in Pingming.

But I don’t like the makeup and powder to pollute the color, so I lightly sweep my eyebrows towards the Supreme Being.

Zhang Hu: Inscribed on Jinling Ferry

Jinling Ferry is a small mountain tower, and travelers can worry about it for a night.

In the setting moon of the river at night when the tide is falling, two stars and three stars are shining in Guazhou.

Zhu Qingyu: Gong Ci

The courtyard gate is closed when the flowers are silent, and the beauties stand side by side in the palace.

I want to talk about palace affairs with emotion, but the parrot in front does not dare to say anything.

Zhu Qingyu: A recent test on Zhang Shuibu

The red candles were stopped in the bridal chamber last night, waiting to pay homage to my uncle in front of the Xiaotang Hall.

After putting on makeup, I asked my husband in a low voice, "How dark is my eyebrows?"

Du Mu: Will go to Wuxing to climb Leyouyuan

In the Qing Dynasty, there is taste but incompetence, leisurely love, lonely clouds and quiet love for monks.

If you want to conquer the rivers and seas, you will enjoy traveling in the plains and looking at Zhaoling.

Du Mu: Red Cliff

The broken halberd sinks into the sand and the iron is not sold, but it will be washed and washed to recognize the former dynasty.

Dongfeng did not agree with Zhou Lang, and Tongquechun sold well to Erqiao.

Du Mu: Mooring in Qinhuai

The smoke cage is cold, the moon is caged in the sand, and the Qinhuai River is close to the restaurant at night.

The merchant girl did not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sang "Flowers in the Back Garden" across the river.

Du Mu: To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou

The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.

On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?

Du Mu: Reminiscing

In the down and out rivers and lakes, there is a wine shop, with a slender waist and light palms.

After ten years of dreaming of Yangzhou, I gained the reputation of a brothel.

Du Mu: Autumn Eve

The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.

The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.

Du Mu: One of the two farewell poems

Pingping curled up for more than thirteen years, and the cardamom sprouts started in early February.

The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is not as good as rolling up the bead curtain.

Du Mu: Part 2 of Two Farewells

Sentimental but always seeming ruthless, I can’t laugh in front of the bottle.

Candles say farewell with intention and shed tears for others until dawn.

Du Mu: Golden Valley Garden

The prosperous things disperse the fragrance and dust, and the flowing water is ruthless and the grass springs from spring.

As the sun sets, the east wind sings and the birds complain, and the falling flowers look like people who have fallen from a building.

Li Shangyin: Night Rain Sends to the North

You asked about the return date but it has not yet been announced. The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.

Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?

Li Shangyin: Send to Linghu Langzhong

Songyun Qin Shu has been away from home for a long time, and the two carps are far away from each other with just a pen and paper.

Don't ask about the old guests in Liangyuan. Maoling is suffering from the autumn rain.

Li Shangyin: For you

For you, the cloud screen is infinitely charming, and Fengcheng is so cold that I am afraid of the spring night.

I got a golden son-in-law by marrying for no reason.

Li Shangyin: Sui Palace

If there is no martial law when traveling to the south in Xingxing, who will save the letter of remonstrance in Jiuchong?

The spring breeze cuts the palace brocade across the country, half as a barrier and half as a sail.

Li Shangyin: Yaochi

Amu Qi’s window in Yaochi opened, and the singing of yellow bamboo moved the earth to mourn.

Eight horses can travel thirty thousand miles in a day. Why doesn’t King Mu do it all over again?

Li Shangyin: Chang'e

The shadows of candles on the mica screen are deep, and the dawn stars are gradually sinking over the long river.

Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.

Li Shangyin: Jia Sheng

The promulgation office seeks talents and visits ministers, but Jia Sheng's talents are even more unmatched.

It’s a pity that we sit down at the front table in the middle of the night and don’t ask about the common people or the ghosts and gods!

Wen Tingyun: The Resentment of Yao Se

The dream of a bed of ice and silver cannot come true, the blue sky is like water and the clouds are light at night.

The sound of wild geese is far away from Xiaoxiang, and the moon shines brightly on the twelfth floor.

Zheng Wei: Maweipo

Xuanzong returned to Ma and Concubine Yang died, and the clouds and rain are unforgettable.

After all, it is a matter of the Holy Emperor, who is Jingyang Palace Well?

Han□: Already cool

The embroidered curtains hang down from the blue stem, and the scarlet-colored screen is painted with broken branches.

The eight-foot dragon-bearded square brocade mattress is used when the weather is not cold yet.

Weizhuang: Map of Jinling

The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like birds singing in the sky.

The most ruthless willow is Taicheng Liu, who is still smoking ten miles across the embankment.

Chen Tao: Journey to Longxi

Swearing to sweep away the Xiongnu regardless of his own safety, five thousand mink brocades were lost to Hu Chen.

The poor bones by the Wuding River are like people in a boudoir dream!

Zhang Bi: Send someone

Farewell Meng Yiyi to Xie's house, the small corridor turns to the winding lantern.

There is only the moon in the spring garden that is sentimental, just like falling flowers for people who have left.

Anonymous: Miscellaneous Poems

The grass is luxuriant in the cold rain, and the wheat seedlings are covered with wind and the willows reflect the embankment.

The cuckoo will stop singing in my ears until I have found my home.

Wang Wei: Weicheng Song

The morning rain in Weicheng [氵鑑] is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new.

I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.

Wang Wei: Autumn Night Song

The autumn dew of the Gui soul is faint when it is born, and the light Luo has been thin and has not changed its clothes.

The silver zheng has been playing diligently all night long, but I am timid and can’t bear to return to the empty house!

Wang Changling: Long Faith and Resentment

The Golden Palace is opened with a broom, and the fan is wandering around.

The jade face is not as beautiful as the color of a jackdaw, but still carries the shadow of the sun.

Wang Changling: Leaving the Fortress

The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the Pass of the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.

But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and they don’t teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountain!

Wang Zhihuan: Leaving the Fortress

Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willow? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

Li Bai: One of the three Qingping tunes

The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is rich.

If we hadn’t met at the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai.

Li Bai: Two of Three Qingping Diao Poems

A branch of red dew condenses the fragrance, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain.

Who is similar to the Han Palace? Poor Feiyan relies on her new makeup.

Li Bai: Three of Three Qing Ping Diao Poems

Famous beauties fall in love with each other, making the king laugh.

Explanation: The spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the Agarwood Pavilion leans against the railing in the north.

Du Qiuniang: Gold-Threaded Clothes

I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes; I advise you to cherish your youth.

Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don’t wait until there are no flowers to break branches!