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Famous sentences with artistic conception
The beauty of artistic conception in ancient poetry always makes people feel memorable after reading it, and makes people linger in the beautiful artistic conception of ancient poetry. Share with you some classic poems and sentences with artistic conception. Let's have a look!

First, in John's hometown, Hu Sha Fei's horseshoe tears. -Cen Can's "The West End of the Bridge Send Judge Li Jinjing"

Second, when you hear about the special envoy of Emperor Hua, you will follow the soap. -Wang Wei's "Send Judge Li to Dongjiang"

Third, we suddenly found that you were like a dream, and we choked and asked ourselves how old we were. -Si Kongshu's "Yunyang Inn Don't Shen Han"

I sent you to Hebei in April and September, and the snow was full of tears. -Cen Can's "Send Cui Zi back to Beijing"

Be grateful for life. Loyalty is not a prize. -Li Bai's "Reward in the Rain"

Sixth, there is a shore and a discipline. -anonymous "self-protection"

Seven, the situation is that the youth day will be dusk, and the peach blossoms will fall in red rain. -Li He "Into the Wine"

Eight, three thousands of feet sorrow, fifty years of spring dream. -George's "Returning to the Ridge, the guest window is bright"

Nine, faint smoke, Qiu Si deep. -Liu Daozhu's "Xiangjiang Autumn Dawn".

Ten, spring water should not come to the sea, Komatsu ordered frost. -Li Gou's Sad Autumn Night

Eleven, victory and defeat are similar to the sun, thinking about your heart. -Cen Can's "Gongbei Qiuxing sends Cui Mingyun"

Twelve, the rain has passed the bright moon, and it is freezing. -Liu Yong's Autumn Sunset in Gan Caozi

Thirteen, buried in Qiantang Song Blowing, but it is the Imperial Capital. -Wei Dazhong's "Linjiang Xian Buries Qiantang Song Blowing"

Fourteen, the banner of the spring breeze holds thousands of people, and the generals will miss the grass under the curtain. -Huang Tingjian's "Send Fan Deru to Know Qingzhou"

Fifteen, but I can't see it alone, and I don't know until I burst into tears. -Li Bai's "Dugu"

Sixteen, the curved screen is used to being warm, and the night is cold and deep, all of which are thoughts. -Wu Wenying's "Wind into the Pine Forest, Playing the Piano for Friends"

17. Plant the willow in front of the hall by hand, and don't have a few degrees of spring breeze. -Ouyang Xiu's "Wrong in the DPRK, Farewell to Liu Zhongyuan just to keep it unfinished"

18. Plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River are fragrant, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the end of the world. -Liu Zhu's "Partridge Sky, Snow Show Mountain City, Jade Meaning Cold"

Nineteen, watching the stars alone by the river, it is difficult to weave Tencel at night. -Wang Jian's "Qixi Song"

Twenty, the river bridge gives people away, what a cold night. -Zhou Bangyan's "Night Flying Magpie, River Bridge to Send People"

Twenty-one, the shape wins three points, and the waves flow all over the world. -Pan Dalin's Four Kinds of Rivers

Twenty-two, a guest hesitates, and the ancient court hangs a lonely shadow. -Shi Dazu's Mid-Autumn Festival in Qi Tianle Su Zhen Ding Yi

Twenty-three, husband's ambition, when Jingsheng, shame and leisure. -Su Shunqin's "Water Tune Song Toucanglang Pavilion"

Twenty-four, orchids are old, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still sending tourists. -Wu Wenying's Introduction to the Spring Festival Evening

Twenty-five, go to the countryside for ten years, while you are young. -Huang Tingjian's "Yu Meiren remembers Zhou Jianmei's Left"

Twenty-six, apricot flowers have nowhere to avoid spring sorrow, and they are still smoking in the wild. -Han Yuanji's "Many things are grinded, thinking about the banquet in Beijing to teach music"

Twenty-seven, lotus silk around the wrist, water chestnut is far away. -Xiao Gang's "Lotus Picking Song"

Twenty-eight, Ma Sibian grass fist started, carving Qingyun to sleep. -Liu Yuxi "The First Smell of Autumn Wind"

Twenty-nine, the autumn temples contain frost white, and the aging face leans on wine red. -Yin Shi's "Don't History"

Thirty, all black gauze in the water. Pale temples. My hometown is at the end of the world. -Wu Ju's "The waves wash the sand, the shore willow can hide the crow"

Thirty-one, the banquet is newly married, I am poor. -Anonymous "Gu Feng"

Thirty-two, where to see chaos, the news is really bitter. -Wu, "Meeting Old Friends"

Thirty-three, people feel the rain, and the clouds and plums are real. -Zhao Ruyu, "Send General Li back to the temple and have a drink with Yin after the rain"

Thirty-four, exhausted, white hair plus four or five stems. -Feng Xue's Night Rain in Chang 'an

In the spring of thirty-five years old, I went to Qiu Lai, and my heart was drunk. -Ouyang Jiong, A Cloud in Wushan, Going to Qiu Lai in Spring.

Thirty-six plans, you can blame Wang Sun for not remembering to return early. -Mei's "Su Mu Fu Cao"

Thirty-seven, don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time. -Su Shi's "Looking at Jiangnan and Surpassing Taiwan Province"

Thirty-eight, Yu Taosijun dared not speak and sent the cloud back. -Cao Pi's Ge Yanxing

Thirty-nine, stubborn old feelings, no joy, good night and love you alone. -Wu Wenying's "An Inch of Gold, Autumn Feeling"

Forty, the guest thinks that merchants are still afraid. A long lament is a black kettle. -Be careful of "Yu Jing Qiu Yan Shui Kuo"

Forty-one, my messenger was scattered by the whirlwind of rain and sand, and it was difficult to travel. -Du Fu's fermented bean curd

Forty-two, you are dragging your wet sail, and the birds in the shadow are flying slowly. -Wei, "Night Rain Farewell to Li Zhou/Fu Deyu"

Forty-three, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the Han Palace moves in high autumn. -Zhao Wei's Late Autumn/Autumn Hope/Autumn Dusk in Chang 'an.

44. Where Xie Ting left, the scenery was full of sadness. -Li Bai's "Xie Gongting changed to Xie Fan Yunyou"

Forty-five, the poplar branches are falling, and the peach roots are petite. Think alone. -Xiang Hongzuo's "Taichang Yin Wen Ge Zaike"

Forty-six, bald and empty, Chunchun, I deliberately told Chunchun not to talk. -Serina Liu's "Yulouchun Dongshan Tan Mei"

Forty-seven, Luoyang city, for a long time. -Fan Yun's "Don't Poetry"

Forty-eight, the cold wind is clear to the dew, no one is there, and the cold is discharged. -Zhou Bangyan's "Waves Slow and Clouds Heavy"

Forty-nine, worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. You can count posts as soon as you turn around. -Zhou Bangyan's "Heroes Lan Ling Liu"

Fifty, without thinking outside, looks close to the front. -Zhou Bangyan's "ManFang Ting, Xialishui, Dreamless Mountain Work"

Fifty-one, don't say goodbye, sit in clouds and smoke, and miss you tomorrow. -Wang Shouren's "Two Disciples Sending Longli Road"

Fifty-two, the wind is warm, there is someone to keep company, and there is nothing to consider in the long run. -Yang Ji's Thoughts on Huanxisha

Fifty-three, young people are hard to learn to get old, and an inch of time is not light. -Zhu's Accidental Success

54. I am afraid of spring in the mirror. Not as new as flowers and plants. -Zhang Xian's "Bodhisattva Iman Lang Return to the Upper Floor"

55. Month after month, year after year goes by in vain. How long can capital satisfy you? . -Li Wei's Farewell to Weiwan

56, Hongyu can't rely on Fang Xin to short, Chang 'an is still near the return date. -Lv Zugao's "Looking for fragrance, fragrant neon thunder geese"

Fifty-seven, give up halfway at the age of 100, and the early stage is long. -Li Bai's "Looking South on Mount Jingting, Looking Back on the Past, Giving Teacher Dou a Book"

Fifty-eight, the fragrance has not rested, and the legacy is still on the wall. -Pan An's three mourning poems

Fifty-nine, short hair, white sorrow, wine red. -Chen Shidao's "Give a little wine in addition to the night"

Sixty, the anvil surface is bright and the sound is neat. Give the stamped clothes to your husband, but engrave your name and attach it to your home, but don't stop breathing. -He Zhu's "Bang Sheng Qi Anvil Ming"