Xiaocao's poems

The setting sun in the isolated village, the light smoke and jackdaws in the old trees, under the shadow of a flying dragon. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

In the third spring, the vegetation in South Garden is new.

There are no fish in the river and the water is clear. The wind is strong and the grass is famous.

The Buddha's head is short and covered with dung, and he is happy when people come from afar.

Even if I don’t have the opportunity to visit Fan Gongting in person, I will also remember the famous mottos.

Who can lean on the bright moon alone when the tower is high? You are worried about the green grass in the world.

After giving up the shooting stars and giving them colorful clouds, the leisurely and fragrant weeds are also diligent.

Last year, I was still shy and could not recite any new poems.

The drizzle wets the light, and the grass grows year by year with hatred

The color of the grass looks far away, but there is nothing up close

The song of the swallow has not stopped, and the horses are herding. The grass is green at the edges

Remember the green skirt, pity the grass everywhere

The spring grass will be green next year, and the king and grandson will not return

The moss marks on the upper steps are green, and the color of the grass enters the curtain Green

There are few willow cotton blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world

The grass on the original grass grows wither every year. The wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows again

On a sunny day, the warm wind makes the wheat smell, and when the green grass is more beautiful than the flowers

The rain on the wall is thin and the grass is hanging, and the wind blows back on the water surface and the flowers gather there

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Who said that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three spring rays

The wind blows the grass and makes the cattle and sheep low

The wild flowers gradually become charming to the eyes, and only the grass in Asakusa has no horse hooves

The grass is green near the water, and people with white hair can see flowers

The toad light is dazzling, and the cold-soaked Qihuayao grass

The trees are thick and the grass is luxuriant

The grass grows long and the orioles fly in the February sky

The sky is blue, the fields are vast, the wind blows the grass and cattle and sheep are low.

There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world

Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the fragrant grass is desolate in Parrot Island.

The strong wind knows the strong grass, and the true love is revealed in adversity

Poetry or famous sayings praising the tenacious vitality of the grass

Don’t let go of the green hills, and keep your roots in the broken rocks. It has endured thousands of blows but is still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south. .

Two poems by Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water (Part 1) in early spring

Han Yu

The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close.

The most beautiful thing about spring is the willows that fill the imperial capital with smoke

Three Ouyang Xiu poems for a spring outing in Fengle Pavilion

The green trees are mixed with the chirping of mountain birds, and the clear wind ripples with falling flowers. . The prefect is drunk when the birds are singing and the flowers are dancing. Tomorrow he will sober up and spring has returned.

The spring clouds are faint and the sun is shining brightly, and the grass is fluttering on the lapels. When I walked to the pavilion, I met the eunuch, who returned drunk from the basket and arranged flowers.

The sun is setting among the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endlessly green. No matter that spring is coming to an end, visitors come and go in front of the pavilion and step on fallen flowers.

Chile Song

[Northern Dynasties] Folk Song

Chile River, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.

The sky is green and the fields are vast.

The wind blows the grass and you can see cattle and sheep.

Wuyi Alley

[Tang Dynasty] Liu Yuxi

Wild grass and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge,

The setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.

In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan,

flew into the homes of ordinary people.

6 Invitations

[Song Dynasty] Zhao Shixiu

During the yellow plum season, it rains in every house,

Frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.

I have an appointment and I can’t come in the middle of the night.

I just knock the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.

1. The sky is clear,

the wind blows the grass and you can see cattle and sheep.

("Chile Song")

2. Leave the original grass,

One year old and another prosperous.

(Bai Juyi: "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland"

3. The country is broken by mountains and rivers,

In the spring of the city, the vegetation is deep.

(Du Fu: "Spring Hope")

4. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will reap three rays of spring.

(Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son Yin"))

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

(Lu Lun: "The Next Song")

6. Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain.

The grass is thick with bean seedlings.

(Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields))

7. The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.

(Tao Yuanming: (returning to the garden to live in the fields))

8. The lonely grass grows beside the stream,

There are orioles singing in the deep trees.

(Wei Yingwu: (Xijian, Chuzhou))

9. The flowers gradually become more charming,

Only the Asakusa has no horse hooves.

(Bai Juyi: (Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake))

10. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp,

The color of grass looks far away but not up close.

(Han Yu: "Two Poems by Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water in Early Spring")

11. The eaves are low, and the grass on the stream is green.

(Xin Qiji: "Qingpingle Village Dwelling")

12. Outside the long pavilion,

beside the ancient road,

green grass For days.

(Li Shutong: "Farewell")

13. The lonely grass grows beside the stream,

There are orioles singing in the deep trees.

(Wei Yingwu: "Chuzhou West Stream")

14. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp,

The color of grass looks far away but not up close.

(Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents Zhang Shiba Yuanwailang of the Ministry of Water")

15. Wild grass and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge,

The setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. (Liu Yuxi's "Black Clothes Lane")

16. The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind,

The general draws his bow at night.

(Lu Lun's "Song of the Past")

"Farewell to the Ancient Grass Grass" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

When the grass grows in the original field, it will wither and flourish every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, the clear green connects the deserted city, and sends the king and grandson away, full of farewell love.

"Early Spring" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty

The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but there is no grass up close. The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital

"Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" by Bai Juyi

North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.

In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.

The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.

My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where there is a white sand embankment in the shade of green poplar trees.

"Chuzhou West Stream" Wei Yingwu

The lonely grass grows beside the stream,

There are orioles singing in the deep trees.

The spring tide brings rain that comes late,

There is no boat crossing the wild crossing.

Farewell to Fude Ancient Grassland

Bai Juyi

The grass grows in Liliyuan, and the grass withers and grows with each passing year.

Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.

The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.

I sent the king and grandson off again, feeling sad and full of farewell.