1. Poems about morning
2. Poems about morning
Poems about morning 1. Poems related to morning
Wang Yan is diligent and warm in winter and summer, and he is ashamed of clean food in the morning and evening.
Two poems inscribed by Yang (Wang Benzuo Wang) to explain Yuan Shouxuan Hall. The second one is Sima Guang. The cold spring sounds in the morning and evening, and the flywheel turns in the wind. Fenghe Jinglue Pang Longtu Yanzhou Nancheng Eight Verses Part Two: Supplying troops to Liu Kezhuang in the morning, and the weather is bad, and Yan Ji returns late.
One Hundred Miscellaneous Odes No. 18 Jiang Shixihe Ying was drunk and lost his golden crow when he woke up in the morning. The Five Poems of Jiuyu The five morning meals were too thin, and the cold machine was strangely late in weaving.
Xulun's Twenty-Five-Character Poems. Among them, Liu Xueji is wearing clothes and opening the door outside, and the morning light is clear and can be touched. The Four Quatrains of the Book of Invasion of Dawn Part 3 How Liu Chang heard the drums and horns, sitting in the morning was even more miserable.
In Shunzhou Wenjiao, Zhu Xi rose up in the morning and walked alone in the garden, and the anthers were blooming with strange flowers. Nine Miscellaneous Poems on Plants and Trees. In the nine mornings, the shadows of the forest are open at the windows, and the sound of mountain springs is heard in the pillow at night.
Miscellaneous Odes of Wuyi Jingshe In the Yinqiuzhai Song Dynasty, Qi Xiao wore a green jade and a green flag in the morning. Ten Poems from the Queen's Pavilion in Spring Posts The morning makeup of seven poplars thousands of miles away must be seen by fleas. Don't wait for the sun to rise.
Fifty Odes of Xianglin, Part 28: Tao Li Qi borrows the moon as a candle in the evening, and uses the glow as a curtain in the morning. Seven of the eight poems titled "Zhao Chang's Father's Residence in the Mountain": The rosy clouds are sinking and the dawn is freezing, and the stream is rushing through it, and the morning light is new.
The second rhyme is Zeng Shou's Seven Quatrains on the Spring Banquet. The second is Su Shi's fireworks that stir the village, and the morning light is still faint. When I came out of the capital to Chen, there were eight small poems on the boat. I don’t know who felt it, and I talked about making peace with it.
Shao Gongji's Ten Poems on Asking for a Mountain House in Taiding, Part 4: Lu You of Songmen cooks and harvests rice in the morning, and reads the world's collection of books at night. There are two poems written vertically. One of them is Luo Zhongshu, who performs rituals and rituals in the morning and dusk, and gathers seven people together with drums.
Lujiang Eight Ode to Its Eight Bamboo Groves and Buddhist Bells Zhao Bi
Poems about Morning 1. Poems about Autumn Morning
The autumn night will dawn out of the fence gate to welcome the coolness. Thoughts
Land Tour in the Southern Song Dynasty
Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and five thousand miles of mountains reach the sky.
The remaining people shed tears in the dust, and look south to see Wang Shi for another year.
Autumn Morning (Lü Jue)
Yang Jun (Contemporary)
The red sun is high in the sky, and the trees are green and the flowers are lush.
The wild birds are patrolling the caged birds with envy, and people in the autumn garden go to enjoy the breeze and kiss.
Seven Wonders? Autumn Morning
Qin Xin (Contemporary)
In the autumn morning, the dew is cold and the grass is smoking, and the green gauze of the wild road is light and leisurely.
The most elegant place is where you can contemplate and sing like a fairy.
King Luo Bin’s Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Autumn Wind The purple road is full of flames, and the green apples are blowing in the evening. The scattered bamboos shake and scatter shadows, and the pond weaves thin streams. The fragrant fragrance dances on the sleeves, and the makeup floor is filled with powder. Regardless of the kindness of the king, the fan of the Wan sings the Mid-Autumn Festival.
King Luo Bin’s Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Qiu Yun The copper in the south is changed, and the jade leaves in the western suburbs are light. The pan Dou Yao light moves, Lin Yang's auspicious color is bright. The sky is connected to the Phoenix Tower, and the shadow of the Winged Dragon City is formed. When you know it, you don't meet it at the right time, and it hurts your feelings.
King Luo Bin’s Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Autumn Cicada It’s already dusk during the autumn journey, and we can talk about peace for the time being. The hidden elm is not admonishing Chu, but the noisy willows are sad. Fractal makeup is used to thin the hair on the temples, and cutout shadows are used to decorate the crown. Self-pity is sparse and broken, and the cold forest is blowing cold at night.
King Luo Bin’s Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Dew The cold air is early in Yuguan, and the autumn colors of Jintang return. The light in the palm is more than pure, and the drop of lotus is still slight. It turns into frost and condenses into morning liquid, bearing the full moonlight. Don't be on the Wu stage. You should wet the clothes of Chu ministers.
King Luo Bin, Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Moon The clouds are covered with jade ropes and are pure, and the moon is full and the mirror is round. The dewdrops on the robe are shining coldly, and the frost and osmanthus shadows are cold. The color leakage is sparse and the floating light is rippling. The west gardener admires himself, but the flight to the south is not safe in the end.
King Luo Bin's Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Water The Bei Que flows coldly, and the moon's autumn waves are clear. The clouds in the picture are pure in color, and the moon and flowers are bright. The pan-melody Kun string moves, and Xuan Feng governs the fright. Only when I was on the ditch, I felt sad and sad to say goodbye to my love.
King Luo Bin, Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong·Qiu Ying The jade Qiu divides the quiet night, and the golden fireflies shine in the cool night. The moon is full of brilliance, and the frost is timid with fire. The scattered colors hang around the empty window, and the floating flowers surround the bridal chamber. As if you are not tired when the curtain falls, you should cherish the remaining light.
King Luo Bin’s Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Qiuju Promote the show of three autumn evenings, and bloom in ten steps. The yellow sun is smiling, and the emerald green leaves are shaking in the wind. The broken shadows flow and the floating fragrance spreads across the shore. Jinqiao can only be seen, but who is the same as jade?
King Luo Bin’s Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Autumn Wild Geese, a couplet of poems about the sea, pointing to the river stem in the distance. When the array is gone, the Jinhe River is cold, and when the book returns to the jade, it is cold. It's easy to carry the moon in the sky, but it's difficult to carry the smoke to the sky. Why should I be with Gu Ying, brushing the feathers and spreading the clear waves.
2. Poems describing the early morning
Li Deyu The snow rises in the morning. The snow covers the bamboos in the cold stream, and the wind blows in the wild fields.
Who can pity the lonely old man when there is no whereabouts in sight? Xu Hun, rising in the morning from the West Tower, has mercy on the waves, gathering green and red to sing a song.
The bright moon has not left the people going downstairs, and I am worried that the three paths are the Tianhe. Zhao Gu's Miscellaneous Songs and Lyrics · Xi Xi Salt · Listening to the Morning Rooster in Tired Sleep. Going to the border town to ride, sleeping in the boudoir at night with melancholy.
Put on your clothes to gaze at the falling moon, wipe your tears and wait for the rooster to crow. If you don't feel angry, we'll be crying all night long.
Success should lead to self-hate, and sooner or later it will end in western Liaoning. Yu Shinan In the early morning, the dawn of ten thousand tiles dawns, and the mist closes in the evening under the heavy eaves.
The jade flowers stop the candles at night, and the golden pots send out the dawn chips. Rihui Qingsuo Hall, Xia Shengjie Qi Tower.
The heavy gate should open the road, and the general family should lead to the princes. Zhang Jiuling: On the first morning of spring, I woke up to the snow. Suddenly, it snowed in the forest pavilion, and Yaohua bloomed everywhere.
This year is the beginning of good weather, and last night brought the return of spring. The bamboo in front of the window is moist with jade, and the plum blossoms are blooming in the courtyard.
Five gods should be seen coming to the Zhai Sacrifice in the eastern suburbs. Zhang Jiuling left the county residence in the forest in the morning. He was walking in the north forest in the morning, Xiao San opened his lapel.
Seeing Lin Shangyue again, the beauty has not yet sunk. The clouds are solitary and distant, and the wisps of clouds are clear and deep.
Only when there is no reason to be precious can you know the inner meaning of things. Wang Bo's Passage in the Morning: Guan Mountain opens in the morning, and the stone road is dust-free.
The white horse goes to Gotham, and the green cow comes with true energy. The heavy gate faces a huge ravine, and the buildings rise from Chongkuma.
Now that we are promoting the policy, we are not abandoning it and returning. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Wind The flames of the purple road are resting, and the green apples are blowing in the evening.
The scattered bamboos shake and scatter shadows, and the pond weaves thin streams. The fragrant fragrance dances on the sleeves, and the makeup floor is filled with powder.
Regardless of the kindness of the king, the fan of the Wan sings the Mid-Autumn Festival. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Qiu Yun The copper in the southern part of the country has been changed, and the jade leaves in the western suburbs are light.
The pan Dou Yao light is moving, and the auspicious color of Linyang is bright. The sky is connected to the Phoenix Tower, and the shadow of the Winged Dragon City is formed.
When you don’t know the time, you don’t meet it, and it hurts your feelings. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Autumn Cicada It's already dusk during the autumn journey, and we can talk about peace for the time being.
The hidden elm is not admonishing Chu, and the noisy willows are sad. Fractal makeup is used to thin the hair on the temples, and cutout shadows are used to decorate the crown.
Self-pity is scattered and broken, and the cold forest is blowing cold at night. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Dew The cold air is early in Yuguan, and the autumn colors of Jintang return.
The light in the palm is more than pure, and the drop of lotus is still slight. It turns into frost and condenses into morning liquid, bearing the full moonlight.
On the Wu stage, the clothes of Chu ministers should be wet. King Luo Bin, Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Moon The clouds are covered with jade ropes and are pure, and the moon is full and the mirror is round.
The dewdrops on the clothes are shining coldly, and the frost and osmanthus shadows are cold. The color leakage is sparse and the floating light is rippling.
The west gardener admires himself, but the flight south is not safe in the end. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn water The Bei Que flows coldly, and the moon's autumn waves are clear.
The clouds in the picture are pure in color and the flowers in the picture are bright. The pan-melody Kun string moves, and Xuan Feng governs the fright.
Only when you are on the ditch, you will lose your love. King Luo Bin, Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong·Autumn Fireflies The jade Qiu divides the quiet night, and the golden fireflies shine in the cool evening.
The moon is filled with brilliance and mist, and the frost is timid with fire. The scattered colors hang around the empty window, and the floating flowers surround the bridal chamber.
As if you are not tired when the curtain comes down, you should cherish the remaining light. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Qiuju Promote the show in the late autumn, and bloom in ten steps.
The sun is smiling all over the yellow, and the green sun is shaking in the wind. The broken shadows flow and the floating fragrance spreads across the shore.
The golden bead is different, but the jade bead is the same. King Luo Bin's "Autumn Morning" and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu's "Autumn Wild Geese" couplet poems about the sea, pointing to the river stem in the distance.
The formation is cold in the Jinhe River, and the book is cold in the Yusai. It's easy to carry the moon in the sky, but it's difficult to carry the smoke to the sky.
Why should I look at the shadow together, brushing the feathers and spreading the clear waves. Du Fu Morning Rain In the morning light of light rain, I can smell it on the leaves for the first time.
The mist spreads on the ground, and the wind swirls with the clouds. Temporarily the color of firewood and thorns rises, lightly touching the flocks of birds and beasts.
Half of Musk Mountain is half of Tingwu Mountain. Yang Shi'e, Nanchi Morning View. When I get up, the moon rises in the forest, and I feel like an old friend.
What's wrong with the people in Lingge? Xiao walks alone in the lotus pond. Bamboo dew is refreshing on clothes, tea is clear on stone springs.
To encourage the virtuous people of the past, a group of frogs try their best to sing. Yang Juyuan: On the Dragon Boat Festival, the servant gave me morning clothes. The colorful strands are still beautiful, and the wind blows them again.
It should arrive in five days, and it should come in nine days. The clear light shines in the temple, and the summer heat returns.
The season is known from a distance, and the sword and ruler are urged by fire and clouds. Ouyang Zhan's morning dressing trip. The moon rises in the west in the village shop, and the sound of bulbuls in the mountains and forests is heard.
The travelers feasted with lanterns all night, and gathered their bags for the morning expedition. People are still sleeping in silence, and the sky is still dark.
If you don’t have the heart to rest, you will have a way to go before everything you do. Liu Yuxi's Winter morning brings joy to the sky. Birds are moving in the garden trees at dawn, and there is a faint sound from the county building.
The red embers of the lamp fall, and the white light of the wine warms up. The young hair dislikes the sharpness of the comb, and the fading face hates the bright mirror.
Whoever responds to the solo chant must send it to Luoyang City. Bai Juyi's dream of a winter morning. It was missed that at five o'clock on the lunar month, the rooster sounded the third time.
It is easy to get up under the tent, and the windows are bright. The lamp that illuminates the book is not extinguished, but the warm wine fire is reborn.
When the tunes are arranged and the strings are moved, the songs are heard and sung first in Weicheng. Li Deyu: When I woke up in the morning and saw the snow, I recalled my mountain home. Suddenly I recalled the snow in the rocks and who was brushing the daisies.
The bamboo shoots are low and not lifted, and the pine cover should be too many. The mountains slide with the ice falling, and the forest slugs carry the graupel across.
If you don't work hard to hear the crane's language, then you can play the bitter cold song. Two poems from Xu Hun's "Morning Rising" (the latter one is titled "Autumn Evening in the Mountain House"). The osmanthus trees are green in layers, and the wind is slightly smokey and the dew condenses.
The eaves and couplets hold the falling moon, and the curtains reflect the remaining lamps. The fragrance of Qijiao is cold, and the autumn water in the bottle is clear.
A leisurely mind means nothing to do. How is it different from a monk living in a mountain? Two poems from Xu Hun's "Morning Rising" (the latter one is titled "Autumn Evening in the Mountain Studio") The waning moon is bright with smoke and dew, and the door is closed deep in the bamboo studio.
Water insects chirp on the sill, and mountain birds descend the empty steps. Look at your hair in the clear mirror at dawn, and express your feelings in autumn.
Because I know the guests from the north window, I have a good relationship with the world.
Xu Hun arrived at Nanting in the morning and showed up at Pei Ming Mansion. Nanzhai dreamed of fishing rods, and the moon was still lingering in the morning.
The fireflies cling to the grass when the dew is heavy, and the butterflies linger on the orchids when the wind is high. The light in the pool is clear in the autumn mirror, and the mountain color is cold at dawn.
I am more in love with Tao Pengze and have no intention of resigning from office. Xu Hun in morning clothes (the second sweet water in Luozhong is a sweet spring), traveling with a moon meal, traveling to the west to pass the fortress.
In the morning, the rooster crows and the garrison is far away, and the wild geese rise from the cold pond. The clouds roll around the mountains with snow, and the wind condenses frost on thousands of trees.
Whose wandering knight is intoxicated in Wolan Hall? Xu Hun: Farewell to Master Qi Ran in the morning. Monk Wu finished chanting sutras, and then he leaned against the futon.
The bells and flowers are still gathering, and the moon in the building is fading. There is a sound of opening the palace in the clear mountains, and the autumn water rolls up the curtains in the cold.
I hate to go in a lone boat, and thousands of beaches are repeated. Xu Hun Master Lang sat in the courtyard in the morning. The quilt was cool and his sleeves were clear. The moon was gone and the stars were still there.
Mountain fruits fall in the autumn courtyard, and water flowers bloom in the morning courtyard. The wind curls through the sparse vines, and the cinnamon dew lingers.
I am recalling Jiangnan Temple, listening to and chanting sutras in Yanzhai. Zhao Gu's Twenty Poems of Salt in the Past·Sleep tiredly and listen to the morning rooster. I go to the border town to ride, and sleep in my sleep at night in my boudoir.
Put on your clothes to gaze at the falling moon, wipe your tears and wait for the rooster to crow. If you don’t feel angry after seeing each other for years, then watch the long night cry.
Success should lead to self-hate, and sooner or later it will end in western Liaoning. Han Xing, Morning View, the mountains and rivers are refreshing at dawn, and the alleys are clear while living leisurely.
It has been able to eliminate stagnant thoughts and disperse leftovers. When people draw water, they get up for the first time. When they return to their den, the swallows are temporarily startled.
Letting go is not enough, the gap has already arisen. Du Xunhe's Thoughts on the Autumn Morning When the leaves are falling, travelers are startled by their first dreams.
Zhongcai was exhausted on the pillow, and things had already happened before his eyes. The hair that sings does not grow black, and the friendship in the world does not last long.
And make a fair agreement, and return to the farm before you can bear it. Weng Chengzan's "Morning Rejuvenation" When you get up in the morning outside the bamboo pavilion, you will feel free and happy.
The early cold brings a hut to the house, and the lonely moon shines on the Guanhe River. When traveling, you eat sweet terrestris and return to your heart.
3. Poems about the morning
1. "Early Departure from Baidi City" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
In the poem of the White Emperor, among the colorful clouds, a thousand miles to Jiangling in one day return.
Translation: In the early morning, when the sky is full of morning glow, I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see Baidi City surrounded by colorful clouds, as if it were among the clouds. The scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, which is thousands of miles away, has been reached in one day.
2. "Morning Journey to Shangshan" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourned for their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao.
Translation: When I get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; after traveling a long way, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly. The sound of chickens is loud, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the wooden plank bridge is covered with early spring frost.
3. "Early Rising" by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty
The morning light shines brightly on the house, and the door is opened and a drum sounds. A dog sleeps on the steps and knows the ground is wet; a bird stands by the window and whispers that the sky is clear.
Translation: The morning light is shining, the house is bright, and the morning drum is beginning to beat. The puppy was sleeping on the steps until the ground became damp, and the birds were chirping in front of the window as if to report the clear weather.
4. "Early Journey" by Chen Yuyi, Song Dynasty
The dew invades the camel, the dawn is light and the cold is light, and the stars are particularly bright. Lonely bridges and dreams, grass and insects chirping deep in the rice fields.
Translation: The dew has fallen, and I still feel the slightest bit of chill even though I am wearing a thick sweater; looking up at the sky, the Big Dipper is looking very bright across the sky. Alone, I crossed a small bridge half awake and half asleep, and heard the chirping of insects deep in the rice fields.
5. "Early Departure" Luo Ye, Tang Dynasty
Lu woke up after a little light and left with his lone sword. I am worried about watching the flying snow and hearing the singing of chickens, and flying geese on my back alone in the sky.
Translation: The light was dim and almost extinguished. I woke up from the wine and prepared to leave with my lone sword on my back. Looking melancholy at the white snow flying all over the sky, listening to the roosters crowing at the farmhouse, I walked alone in the opposite direction to the geese returning home.
4. Poems containing the word "morning"
1. "Morning Rising" Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi was sitting in the forest in front of the bird, and the morning light came to the east room.
The copper stove adds morning incense, and the sarong extinguishes the remaining candles. The wind has recovered a little when I wake up, my eyes are full and I am just beginning to sleep.
He sat up without thinking and tapped his teeth thirty-six times. How to relieve Suzhai with a cup of mica porridge.
2. "Sleeping Tiredly and Listening to the Morning Rooster" Tang Dynasty. Zhao Gu went to the border town to ride, and he slept in the night boudoir with melancholy. I put on my clothes and gaze at the setting moon, wiping my tears while waiting for the rooster to crow.
If we don’t feel angry after seeing each other for years, it would be a long night of crying. Success should lead to self-hate, and sooner or later it will end in Liaoxi.
3. "Morning out of the woods of the county house" Tang Dynasty. Zhang Jiuling walked in the north forest in the morning, with his lapel open. When I saw Lin Shangyue again, Juanjuan was still alive.
The clouds are solitary and far away, and the clusters of Xiao are also clear and deep. Only when there is no reason to be expensive can you know the inner meaning of things.
4. "Morning Rain" by Du Fu, Tang Dynasty. In the morning light of the light rain, I smell it on the leaves for the first time. The mist spreads on the ground, and the wind swirls with the clouds.
Temporarily the color of firewood and thorns rises, lightly touching the flocks of birds and beasts. Half of Musk Mountain is half of Tingwu Mountain.
5. "Morning Prosecution in Shuiting in the County" Tang Dynasty. When money rises and the morning light rises, it sleeps in the dew, and Li Meng is sentenced on the pond. May I ask how the color of the autumn spring is like the clumsy official love?
Grinding lead is humiliating and exploiting, and planning is worrying about the future. The bright moon was full last night, and the center was as startled as a magpie.
It is easy to lose when you are unfaithful, but it is difficult to achieve success when you are sick. It's a pity that it's late in the cold pond, and the frosty wind blows Du Heng.
6. "Morning Xing Sends a Gift to Dou Shijun" Tang Dynasty. When Wu Yuanheng was in Jiangling, Fang Yan got up in the morning and looked at Tingke. The white dew hurts the red leaves, and the cool breeze cuts off the pothos.
The true spirit of being partial to the time is too much, and the thoughts are far away and the worries are many. In the past, I had the joy of mountains and waves across Nanpu.
There is a beautiful lady, a pair of moths. I am depressed and uncomfortable, walking in a quiet place.
I sing about the bitter cold and drink wine to make my face red. The world is changing, and fame will be at a loss.
7. "Morning Sitting to Rejuvenate Xing" by Quan Deyu of the Tang Dynasty. In the early morning, he sat down to fast, but there was no noise among the crowd. Standing in a single room, you can see the source of all transformations.
The lost heart will be unified, and the pure teaching will be beneficial. Every time the environment comes, I feel comfortable, and I may not say anything when I win.
You can see the prosperous and withered tiles, and you can see the clear and muddy water when it stops. People in the world, this theory is difficult to discuss.
8. "Waiting for Huangfu Langzhong in the Early Morning on the Chi" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The scenery is beautiful at dawn but not hot, and the morning breeze is fresh and cool. The pool is secluded with green apples and white lotuses fragrant from the frost.
Scan the path between the bamboos deeply and get out of bed quietly blowing the pine trees. Crane feather fan with jade handle, silver poppy mica paste.
Remove all vulgar things and look forward to only clear light. Who wants to visit me? Ying Nu is from Xiao Lang.
9. "Arrived at Nanting in the Morning and Presented to Pei Ming's Mansion" Tang Dynasty. Xu Hun Nan Zhai dreamed of fishing rods. When he got up in the morning, the moon was still dim. The dew is full of fireflies clinging to the grass, and the wind is high and the butterflies are leaning against the orchids.
The pool light is clear in the autumn mirror, and the mountain color is cold at dawn. He loves Tao Pengze even more and has no intention of resigning from office.
10. "Morning Clothes" Tang Dynasty. In the morning, the rooster crows and the garrison is far away, and the wild geese rise from the cold pond.
The clouds rolled into the snow on the four mountains, and the wind condensed the frost on thousands of trees. Whose wandering knight is intoxicated in Wolantang?
Wen Jia's "Tomorrow's Song" The rolling water flows eastward at dawn and dusk, and the sun falls westward in ancient times. Li Shangyin's "Han Stele" was written in a broken style on paper, and he paid homage to Danchi in the early morning.
Chang Jian's "Zenyuan behind Poshan Temple" Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest. Du Fu's "Wedding Farewell" Saying goodbye in the morning after a wedding is too hurried.
Wang Wei's "Repaying Guo for Giving" In the morning, you shake your jade pendant and go to the golden palace, and in the evening, you worship with a book from heaven? Wei. Li Bai's "Hanlin's Readings and Words are Presented to the Gathering of Scholars" In the morning, I went to the Forbidden City, and in the evening, I waited for the edict from Kinmen.
Bai Juyi's "Life and Farewell" The morning rooster crows again and the waning moon disappears, and the horses neigh and passers-by come out. Wei Yingwu's "Farewell to Yang's Daughter" We parted this morning. How can we see you in autumn?
Du Fu's "Visiting Longmen Fengxian Temple" Hearing the morning bell is thought-provoking. Su Shi's "Shou Sui" Don't sing the rooster in the morning, for fear of drumming.
Du Mu's "Li Gan's Poems" The noise is all rumors, and I will register tomorrow morning. Crows crying at night---I have always seen it in Lu You's world, but what do I want more in my life?
On the west bank of Jinghu Lake, there are many gulls and herons forgetting their chance. A pillow of apple wind will make you drunk in the afternoon, and two liters of wild rice will make you cook in the morning.
Don’t be surprised to hear that my old friend has passed away --- Huang Tingjian’s jade hall is a silent web spider, and he is wearing makeup to visit his aunt in the morning. The green hair and red face become foreign objects, the blue sky closes the yellow ruins in daylight.
It is difficult to believe that we are separated in the human world, and whether we will meet underground will be fruitful. We can meet by chance on the journey of thousands of changes, but the poor wind and candle don't need a moment to sing the song of An Lequan - Huang Tingjian, Yao Zi, snow koji, and the cup of beauty competes with the jade.
The soup is rich and the white clouds produce valleys. Clear but not thin, thick but not turbid.
It is sweet but not bitter, pungent but not stinging. I need this morning medicine for my hand wind.
The eyes are dazzled and the light ink is reversed. Staying up until the end of the year - Su Shi wanted to know that dying at the end of the year was like going to prey on a snake.
Half of the repair scales are gone, no one can hide them. I want to tie it to its tail, but I know what I can do despite my diligence.
The children were forced not to sleep, but stayed together all night and had fun. Don't sing the rooster in the morning, and be afraid of the drums even more.
After sitting for a long time, the lanterns faded, and I watched the Beidou tilt. There won't be a year next year. I'm afraid that my worries will be wasted.
You can still praise yourself if you work hard today.
5. Poems about the morning
1. "Early Departure from Baidi City" Tang Dynasty Li Bai said farewell to Baidi among the colorful clouds, and returned to the tombs thousands of miles away in one day.
Translation: In the early morning, when the sky is full of morning glow, I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see Baidi City surrounded by colorful clouds, as if it were among the clouds. The scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, which is thousands of miles away, has been reached in one day.
2. "Morning Journey to Shangshan" Tang Dynasty Wen Tingyun set out in the morning to recruit priests, and felt sad for his hometown when he left. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao.
Translation: When I get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; after traveling a long way, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly. The sound of chickens is loud, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the wooden plank bridge is covered with early spring frost.
3. "Early Rising" Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's morning light came out and illuminated the beams of the house, and there was a drum when he opened the door for the first time. A dog sleeps on the steps and knows the ground is wet; a bird stands by the window and whispers that the sky is clear.
Translation: The morning light is shining, the house is bright, and the morning drum is beginning to beat. The puppy was sleeping on the steps until the ground became damp, and the birds were chirping in front of the window as if to report the clear weather.
4. "Early Journey" Song Dynasty Chen Yuyi's dew invaded the camel brown and the dawn was light and cold, and the stars were particularly bright. Lonely bridges and dreams, grass and insects chirping deep in the rice fields.
Translation: The dew has fallen, and I still feel the slightest bit of chill even though I am wearing a thick sweater; looking up at the sky, the Big Dipper is looking very bright across the sky. Alone, I crossed a small bridge half awake and half asleep, and heard the chirping of insects deep in the rice fields.
5. "Early Departure" Tang Dynasty Luo Ye woke up from alcohol after lighting up the lamp, and left with his lone sword. I am worried about watching the flying snow and hearing the singing of chickens, and flying geese on my back alone in the sky.
Translation: The light was dim and almost extinguished. I woke up from the wine and prepared to leave with my lone sword on my back. Looking melancholy at the white snow flying all over the sky, listening to the roosters crowing at the farmhouse, I walked alone in the opposite direction to the geese returning home.
6. Poems with the word morning
1. "Morning Rising" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The old bird moves in the front forest, and the morning light reaches the east room.
The copper stove adds morning incense, and the sarong extinguishes the remaining candles.
When the head wakes up, the wind has recovered slightly, and the eyes are full and full of sleep.
He sat up without thinking and tapped his teeth thirty-six times.
How to relieve Suzhai with a cup of mica porridge.
2. "Morning Leaving the County House in the Forest" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty
Walking in the northern forest in the morning, Xiao San opened his lapel. When I saw Lin Shangyue again, Juanjuan was still alive.
The clouds are solitary and far away, and the clusters of Xiao are also clear and deep. Only when there is no reason to be expensive can you know the inner meaning of things.
3. "Morning Rain" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
In the morning light of light rain, I can smell it on the leaves for the first time. The mist spreads on the ground, and the wind swirls with the clouds.
Temporarily the color of firewood and thorns rises, lightly touching the flocks of birds and beasts. Half of Musk Mountain is half of Tingwu Mountain.
4. "Morning Prosecution in Water Pavilion in the County" Tang Dynasty. Qian Qi
When the morning light rises and the dew stays, Li Meng is sentenced to death on the pond. May I ask how the color of the autumn spring is like the clumsy official love?
Grinding lead is humiliating and exploiting, and planning is worrying about the future. The bright moon was full last night, and the center was as startled as a magpie.
It is easy to lose when you are unfaithful, but it is difficult to achieve success when you are sick. It's a pity that it's late in the cold pond, and the frosty wind blows Du Heng.
5. "Morning Xing Sends a Gift to Dou Shijun" Tang Dynasty. Wu Yuanheng The white dew hurts the red leaves, and the cool breeze cuts off the pothos.
The true spirit of being partial to the time is too much, and the thoughts are far away and the worries are many. In the past, I had the joy of mountains and waves across Nanpu.
There is a beautiful lady, a pair of moths. I am depressed and uncomfortable, walking in a quiet place.
I sing about the bitter cold and drink wine to make my face red. The world is changing, and fame will be at a loss.
6. "Morning Sitting to Rejuvenate Xing" by Quan Deyu of the Tang Dynasty
Sitting in a virtual fast in the early morning, there is no noise among the crowd. Standing in a single room, you can see the source of all transformations.
The lost heart will be unified, and the pure teaching will be beneficial. Every time the environment comes, I feel comfortable, and I may not say anything when I win.
You can see the prosperous and withered tiles, and you can see the clear and muddy water when it stops. People in the world, this theory is difficult to discuss.
7. "Waiting for Huangfu Langzhong in the Early Morning on the Chi Shang" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The beauty of Xiaojing is not hot, but the morning breeze is fresh and cool.
The pool is green with apples, and the frost is pure and fragrant with white lotus.
Scan the path between the bamboos deeply and get out of bed quietly blowing the pine trees.
Jade handle crane feather fan, silver poppy mica pulp.
Remove all vulgar things and look forward to only clear light.
Who wants to visit me? Yingnu is from Xiao Lang.
8. "Arrived at Nanting in the Morning and Presented to Pei Ming's Mansion" by Xu Hun of Tang Dynasty
Nanzhai dreamed of fishing rods, and the moon was still lingering in the morning. The dew is full of fireflies clinging to the grass, and the wind is high and the butterflies are leaning against the orchids.
The pool light is clear in the autumn mirror, and the mountain color is cold at dawn. He loves Tao Pengze even more and has no intention of resigning from office.
9. "Morning Clothes" by Xu Hun of the Tang Dynasty
Traveling to the west with rice and rice as a couple, traveling to the west through the pass. In the morning, the rooster crows and the garrison is far away, and the wild geese rise from the cold pond.
The clouds rolled into the snow on the four mountains, and the wind condensed the frost on thousands of trees. Whose wandering knight is intoxicated in Wolantang?
7. Aphorisms and verses about cherishing time
1. Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows, I live to wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. (Wen Jia's "Song of Tomorrow") 2. Time is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze, there is always some. (Lu Xun) 3. Wasted time is equal to wasted life. (Kawabata Yasunari) 4. Those who abandon time, time will also abandon him. (Shakespeare) 5 .The prime of life never comes again, and it is difficult for a day to come back again. Be encouraged in time, as time waits for no one. (Tao Yuanming) 6. It is better to study early if you have black hair, and regret studying later if you have gray hair. 7. The more a person knows the value of time, the better he will be. Doubly realize the pain of losing time. 8. Saving time means making a person’s limited life more effective, which is equivalent to extending a person’s life span. 9. Don’t make mistakes in the morning and don’t make mistakes in childhood. It’s a matter of life. 10. Cherishing time can make life more valuable. 11. Don’t wait for a while, it will be sad to have a gray head! 12. An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. 13. Reasonable arrangement of time is equivalent to saving time. 19. Passing water will not come back, and time will not return. 20. Seize today, try your best Rely less on tomorrow. 21. The most precious thing is today, and the easiest thing to lose is today. 22. The prime years will never come again, and it is difficult to morning again. Timely encourage yourself, time waits for no one. 23. When night comes, there is no People can keep a corner of the sun. 24. Time is a silent file. 25. A mediocre person will waste time, but a capable person will try his best to make use of time. 26. Don’t waste time, do something useful every moment. To do things, quit all unnecessary behaviors. 27. Time is life, and wasting other people’s time for no reason is actually tantamount to seeking money and killing people. 28. Fragmentary time can actually accomplish great things. 29. Time flies so quickly, how can it be done? Let me wait. 30. Time is a loan that even a trustworthy borrower cannot afford to repay.