A poem about the question 1 The poem with the question.

Eight Poems During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, Ye Li was from near to far, and Qingxi was from deep to shallow.

As high as tomorrow, the closest relatives are husband and wife. "Pastoral Music" Wang Weiqi hates to see thousands of families and pass by the north and south.

The government has a bottom, and who is it? Second, goodbye Marquis and give you a pair.

It is better to plow south acres than to lie high in the east window. Third, picking ling to cross the water is in a hurry, and Linxi is setting.

Fisherman by apricot tree altar, family in peach blossom garden. Fourth, lush spring grass is green in autumn, and pine trees grow in Xia Han.

Cattle and sheep return to the village lane, and young people don't know how to dress. The fifth mountain is an isolated village, and the plateau hangs in the sky.

A swallow flies back to the alley, and Mr. Wu or Liu faces the door. Its six peaches contain rain, and the willow green is more smoky.

The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping. The seventh drink is coming to spring, and the piano is loose.

The South Garden is exposed, and the East Valley is at night. Tiaoxi bid Liang Geng farewell, and then I saw him send (Tang) to Heji, Qingchuan, Liu Changqing, Yongchuan Road, and he was alone at sunset.

Birds fly far and near on the flat Ye Yuan, as if they were running with the water. May Baiyun bring my thoughts to friends thousands of miles away, and may the moon bring my sad thoughts to friends with the water.

Disappointed that Changsha is gone, the grass on the river beach is growing. You don't have to be close to Guo to buy farmland, but you must be close to the mountain to build a house.

Loose * * * I set out, Bai Niao with people back. The old story of Ningpu, Qin Guan's body and stick two, the shadow will be on the third of the month.

I don't know the news of my own flesh and blood, so I can't live here. When she was ill, Chen Jia sang and laughed at herself. Fan Chengda likes the new and hates the old when it is strong, and cherishes the old when it is old.

After the illness, Lu did not ask, and the family changed flowers from time to time. The sound of cooking soup is like the noise in the morning, and Tian is known as the fifth watch.

Bells rang all over the city one after another, and chickens crowed in the back alley for a moment.

2. What are the poems about "Wen"?

Yuan curious to ask

Fish touching Qiu Yan's ci

Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.

Touch the fish and ask how much silk the lotus root has.

Ask lotus root, how many silk lotus roots know who they are suffering for.

Li Yu's Yu Meiren

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

Drinking, Its Hardware and Tao Yuanming

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.

Listen to the flute in the fortress, Don

Snow-clean horses graze in the daytime, and Qiangdi guards the building in the moonlight.

Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.

3. Poems with doubts

June asked whether the return date has not yet been determined.

Autumn pool night rain rises. -Li Shangyin's letter to friends in the north on a rainy night.

The children don't know each other,

Smile and ask the guest where he is from. -"Homecoming Book"

Because of your promise,

I watched the full moon come and go in my western tower ... —— Author: Wei

If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,

A piece of ice is in the jade pot. -"Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Parting" Wang Changling

When I asked your students under the pine tree,

"My teacher," he replied, "went to collect medicine". -to the absent Jia Dao.

Don't ask the old guests of Liangyuan,

Autumn rain in Maoling is like a disease. -"A Message to Secretary Hu Ling" Li Shangyin

Tears ask flowers,

Red flies over the swing.

Prelude to Water Melody

Author: Su Shi

When is the bright moon,

Ask about Sky Wine.

4. Poems about "Good Questions"

Touch the fish

Hate the world, what is love, teach life and death.

Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.

Happiness is happy, but parting is painful. There are even more stupid children in school, so you should have something to say.

Wan Liyun, Qian Shan at dusk, just for whom.

Cross Fen Road, take care when you are lonely. The smoke is still dull, so what's the point of evocation?

Shan Gui crows in the wind and rain, and the sky is jealous. Letters and letters, birds and swallows are all loess.

The times will last forever. In order to leave it to the poet, I sang and drank and visited Qiu Yan.

Touch the fish

Ask lotus root, how many silk lotus roots know who they are suffering for.

Two flowers are charming opposites, just children of the old family.

I have promised, so I won't teach, and I will live and die together. The sunset is speechless.

In the smoke of thanking the guests, Fei Xianghe was not heartbroken.

Sweet dreams. Fortunately, Ganoderma lucidum. The world is pitching today and tomorrow.

The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, so you wish you could bury the loess.

Acacia, fleeting, was mistakenly by the west wind for no reason. Blue boat lives less.

I'm afraid to mention wine again, and my red skirt is half hanging and I'm lying in the wind and rain.

Yulan Manyou Santai

Zhang Zhangdong shed, continuous, ancient and modern feelings.

I still remember the three mountains on the sea, the double gaps in the clouds, and the South City that day.

Yellow stars. A few years later, chun yin was pale and green with weeds.

The ice well is still full of stone and autumn (the bottom is "tile"), and the exposed plate has lost its golden stem.

Romantic short songs, generous, lack of kettle sound.

I want to drink wine and river water and write poems on the pommel horse.

Fall down. RoyceWong, hometown like flying south, black magpie midnight.

Laughing and killing Xifuke, Zhuang Huai has no life.

In the besieged city, Huaixi River has a career.

Xijiang returns to the road. Admire in the southwest, cast a high bird in the forest.

When you are promoted slightly, the world is tired and bitter.

Not in the unicorn painting, not in tune with the bird's nest.

Laugh at yourself. In name only, I have been shouting all my life.

Disturb the clues, be ruthless by the years, fade away from youth.

Zhong Dingshan Forest, how long has it been?

The autumn insects on the four walls whisper at night, and there is more residual light slanting.

The mirror is clear. How much white hair has been added.

Zhou Shi slowly went to the Zhao Shi Museum and said goodbye to De Zhang Xin in Yueci Xindian. I'll send it here tomorrow.

Percussion, pommel horse poetry, young and heroic.

Judging from the ups and downs of the canal society, it is simply a waste of jokes.

I have always lived in RoyceWong, but now I am listless and climb stairs. I believe that beauty is not my land.

Heaven and earth Qi Fei, but so beautiful.

Travel. When elders meet in the mountains, they should remember the good and bad of this trip.

It's a pseudonym, but it's a mistake for the owner.

A long way, rustling in the temple, riding casually, talking to pedestrians.

When the poem is about to be completed, the western hills are full of wind and rain.