1. Very beautiful verses, beautiful
The years are quiet and the nights are gentle.
How dare I grow old before you come? The past is thick and light, and the color is as clear as light. After years of sorrow and joy, it is as pure as a mirror and has become still.
If my hair is gray and my appearance is old, will you still hold my hands and be gentle and tender? I don’t know the origin of love, but I am deeply in love with you, but no matter what, like a flower and a beautiful family, I am eventually defeated, and the years pass by like a fleeting time.
When I hold your sleeve and hold your hand, I will give you all my life and stay with you, whether in life or in death. If you can find happiness and stability in this life, who would want to be homeless? There is a plum tree in front of Bai Yutang, which blooms for whom it falls.
Only the spring breeze cherishes us the most and comes back once a year. A bridge is named Naihe; a river is named Wangchuan.
Beside the Sansheng Stone, the beautiful woman is still there. I wish to accompany you for three thousand times of drunken laughter without complaining about separation; recall that the beauty is like jade, and the sword is like a rainbow, shattering the void; unfortunately, every word is sad after flying, and the love is hard to contemplate.
The flowers and the moon are at your fingertips. He drank Meng Po soup with a smile.
She never sheds tears of beauty! The mist and rain are both invincible, and the heaven and earth are equally sad. If there is an afterlife, I will fall in love with you. There is no shore on the other side when the flowers are blooming. I am still in the river when my soul is forgotten. When I am drunk, I don’t know the vastness of the smoke. In my dream, the lights are dim and cold.
The flowers and leaves have not seen each other for a thousand years, but the fate is gone and they dance and move. The flowers cannot understand the words, the flowers nod their heads, and the Buddha crosses my heart and sighs in the sky. ——Manzhu Shahua once held his son's hand and talked to him, but in the end it was just smoke; once, the life and death agreement was broad, and he grew old with his son, but it was fruitless; deep in the world of mortals, I came to meet the calamity, and pulled away, but My heart is already filled with scars; within the three realms, who do you want to cross over to, weeping, and mistakenly believing in the upper edge of the Three Lives Stone?
That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath. In that month, I turned all the prayer wheels not for salvation, but just to touch your fingerprints.
That year, I bowed my head and hugged the dust, not to worship Buddha, but just to stay close to your warmth. In that life, I traveled across hundreds of thousands of mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the road.
"That Life" Tsangyang Gyatso, who held my hand and restrained my madness for half my life; who kissed my eyes and covered my wandering for half my life; who caressed my face and comforted my sorrow for half my life. ; Who carries my heart and melts the frost of my life; who holds my shoulders and drives me into silence for the rest of my life. Who calls my heart and covers up the misfortune of my life.
Who abandons me and leaves me alone for the rest of my life; who can understand my intentions and make me have no regrets in this life; who can help me and be unparalleled throughout my life; who can support me In my heart, an inch of earth is just like a void; who can bury my sorrow, laugh at the vain world, and my heart is crazy. Yi, cover my lips and remove the wanderings of my previous life; Yi, hold my arms and remove the frivolity of my previous life.
Holding my hand, I will accompany you crazy for thousands of lives; kissing my eyes deeply, I will accompany you for endless reincarnations. Holding my hand, I will give you a lifetime of hardships; kissing my eyes, I will give you a lifetime of affection.
I, hold your jade hand, take away everything you have in this life; I, caress your beautiful neck, protect you from the wind and rain in this life. I held my son's green hair, holding my son's love for a lifetime; I held my son's hand and went to love him for a lifetime; once, in the name of my father, I saved you from sorrow in your life; once, with my pity for my son, I wish you a safe life! You say spring is just right, youth is in its prime, and you only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals. Later, when spring goes, it’s hard to stay, and the courtyard is locked up, just in front of the Tianya Painting Hall.
You said that the sound of the jade flute was like admiration, like complaining, and I spent all my time to express my heartfelt feelings. Later, Baoding tea was idle, the tea smoke was still green, and the trace of this person was lost. You said that there was a beautiful person, as graceful as the clear sky. Yang, we met by chance and we became friends. Later, we met in a long pavilion ten miles away, and we could see through it. The moonlight faded on the willow bank, and the wind dawned, and you said that the sky was dyed with rosy clouds. The spring color was getting old, and the flowers bloomed on the street and slowly returned. Later, in Taicheng, the willows were dark, and the smoke cage on the long embankment was startling. Hong Zhaoying never comes back. You said that the people on the other side are home, the lanterns are first lit, the warmth and peace are what the heart desires. Later, the fishing boat returns alone, singing after the vicissitudes of life, and the misty rain is wandering. You say that the years are quiet, the lotus flowers are in the same heart, the sky is clear, the breeze is smooth, Later, the light clouds covered the moon, and the white dew turned into frost. I don’t know where the beauty was. You said Qian was under the screen window. After playing chess and tea, the mood was quiet and the sun was fragrant. Later, the wind and rain fell, and the lonely pine branch was alone. There was nowhere to talk about the desolation in the hills. You said the bride was young. Make-up, light brows and slight anger, the eyes are wandering and thoughts are wide open, and then the brows are frowning, and the heart is hard to open, the spring scenery is drifting away, Ruan Lang, you say, the secret fragrance is floating, the moonlight is dusk, occupying the small garden, and then the shadows are sparse, The moon shadow crosses the window, scattered into mud and it is difficult to express the beauty. You said that it was a good time for beautiful scenery and pleasant things. You knocked on the door all the time under the moon. Later, I walked alone in the red dust and purple streets. The snow filled Taixing blocked my return. You said that King Xiang had a dream, the goddess. Passionate, I swore an oath on the stone of three lives. Later, you lived in Ziyou, and my concubine lived in Heyang. Always accompanied by the green lantern beside the ancient Buddha, you said that the mountains and flowing water, the moonlit night on the spring river, the harp and the harp played harmoniously to reward close friends. Later, I traveled to Zhangtai, tied the horse and weeping willows, sang in the brothel in the evening, and the bell rose. Here, later, the tide is blooming, the prosperity is gone, the heart has become an ice wall, you say the sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is vast, the wind and moon are boundless, and the moon is setting on the river, the clouds are pale and the sky is long, life is long, hate is flowing eastward, you say orchid The boat started to sail, we held hands to look at each other, and the brocade book sent us longing for each other under the moon. Later, we forgot about the rivers and lakes, and our hearts were broken. The old road was westerly, and the thin horse neighed. You said that you listened to the stream in the valley, looking for the fragrance in the clear hills, and the flawless jade in Langyuan, and later the jade belt hung in the forest. The water dries up in Xiaoxiang, where does the fragrant soul go? You said that the jianjia is green, the white dew is like frost, and the beauty is just on the side of the water. Later, the beauty is gone, and the trace of her fragrance is hard to find. She sits on her knees alone at night. You say that the moonlight is like water, and the clear brilliance is like water. Practice, bright and bright flowers illuminate the jade tower, but later the broken mirror is difficult to round, the waning moon is like a hook, the sycamore tree is lonely and locked in the autumn, you talk about your hometown in dreams, the spring river is warm, and the mandarin ducks play in pairs in the water. Later, thousands of mountains are covered with snow at dusk, all traces of people are gone, and I fish alone under the raincoat. Hanjiang Snow, you talked about the beautiful scenery of Loulan, the shadow of the Nine Heavens, and later, the magpie climbed to the top of the Five Mountains. You said that it was a long and lonely ten years, lonely and melancholy. Later, Youmeng returned home, only to be hurt by others.
You said that a good relationship is difficult to understand when the tears are in the sky. Later, when the case was raised, it would be better to stick to the bamboo and pine. You say that plum blossoms are fragrant and fragrant, and people are fragrant. Later, the whole house is like a city, and everything is glorious.
You said that the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, but today’s picture will praise the scenery of the morning. Later, things have changed and people have changed, and I can only lament the impermanence of the past. You said that prosperity is like a dream, and you cook wine to meet the moon. Later, the wine makes you sad, and the remaining night is slightly cool.
You said that the dawn wind and the waning moon are alone in the dim sky. Later, the flowers bloomed on the street, and the other shore became a place of mourning.
You said that things in the world are impermanent, and spring is beautiful and autumn is fruitful. Later, there is a sharp wind and thin snow, and the mirror is like a mirror. You say that beauty dies in her old age, and no one can appreciate the ruined face in the mirror. Later, she was in ecstasy, crying and her arms and legs were boundless. 2. Which poems are used to describe the beautiful scenery?
"Spring Dawn" Tang Meng Haoran sleeps in spring without realizing the dawn, and hears the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. "Ode to the Willow" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty The jasper tree is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Lovely Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city. "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn. "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. To the north of Gushan Temple and to the 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 random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side, with its green trees and white sand embankment. "Early Spring in the East of the City" by Yang Juyuan of the Tang Dynasty The poet has a clear scene in the New Year, and the green willows are only half yellow.
If you stay in the forest and the flowers are blooming, you will be the one looking at the flowers when you go out. "Hui Chong Chun Jiang Xiao Jing" Part 1 Su Shi of the Song Dynasty Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come. "Visiting the Garden Is Not Worth It" Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty Ying Lian's teeth are stained with green moss, and the door of the small button firewood cannot be opened for a long time.
The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. "Spring Day" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty. The beautiful sun finds its beauty on the shore of Si River, and the boundless scenery is new for a while.
It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with its colorful colors. "Recalling Jiangnan? Jiangnan is Good" Tang Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan? When I recall Jiangnan, I remember Hangzhou the most.
Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again? Reminiscing about Jiangnan, followed by recalling Wu Palace.
A glass of Wu wine and spring bamboo leaves, Wu and her two dances are drunk with hibiscus. Will we meet again sooner or later? "Summer Night Sigh" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The sun will never fade, the steaming heat poisons my intestines.
The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes.
The bright moon comes out of Haotian, and the dense forest spreads light.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the Xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. In the virtual light, you can see the smallest details, and feathers and insects are also flying.
No matter how big or small things are, they adapt to their own conditions. Thinking of Bihogos, guarding the frontier in the poor years.
Why do we look at each other with hotness after one wash? There was a fight in the evening, and the noise reached thousands of directions.
Although I am covered in bruises, it is better to return home early. The north city is filled with sorrow, and the storks and cranes are flying.
When the condition becomes irritated and tired, intense thoughts will make you feel better. "First Summer" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: Meng Xia is rich in all kinds of things, and the flora and fauna are good for a while.
Elks love deep forests, and insects and snakes love abundant grass. Flying birds love dense leaves, swimming scales delight in new algae.
The sky is harmonious, but I am alone and withered. One body is at the end of the world, and all the flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one coming from the old country, and there are many enemies. What's the use of being worried? It's just a labor of love.
It is better to relax your body and mind and let nature make you happy. There is a lot of fine wine in Xunyang, which can make the cup not dry.
The fish is as cheap as mud, and it will not be too late to cook with moxibustion. Eat at the temple in the morning and get drunk on the island in the lake at dusk.
Why return to your hometown? How can you live forever? "The Summer Pavilion Huai Xin Da" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the evening coolness by spreading out the air, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
"Mengxia" Tang Jiayan Mengxia in the south of the Yangtze River, the bamboo shoots are like weaving. The mirage becomes the pavilion, and the sound of frogs becomes the orchestra.
"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the towers are reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the courtyard with roses and incense.
"Pastoral Miscellany in Summer" (Part 1) Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are snowy and the cauliflowers are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
"Little Pond" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the softness. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" Song Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
"Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water below the lake tower is like the sky.
"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" Song Wang Ling The breeze is unable to kill the heat, and the setting sun flies up the mountain with its wings. People are already afraid of the rivers and seas drying up, but God will not hesitate to dry them up. As high as Kunlun there is snow, and as far as Penglai it is always cold.
If you can’t carry the world with you, why bother to swim around it? "Unnamed Miscellaneous Poems" Mingshi Naian The red sun is scorching like fire, and the fields and rice are half withered. The farmer's heart is like boiling water, and the princes and princes are shaking their fans.
"What I Saw" Yuan Mei, Qing Dynasty A shepherd boy riding an ox, his singing shook the forest. He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth shut.
"Midnight Autumn Song" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty There is a moon in Chang'an, and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes. The autumn wind cannot blow away, but there is always love between the two.
On what day when the barbarians are defeated, a good man will stop his expedition. "Ascend the Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. The river city is like a picture, and the mountains are dawning and the sky is clear.
The rain caught the bright mirror, and the rainbow fell on the twin bridges. The crowds are cold, the orange and pomelo trees are blooming, and the autumn colors are like the old sycamore trees.
Who reads the North Tower and feels grateful to the Duke in the wind. "Autumn Night Song" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The autumn dew of Gui Po is faint when he is born, and his light ruffles are already thin and have not changed his clothes.
The silver zheng has been played diligently for a long time at night, but I am timid and can’t bear to return to the empty room. "Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Silver candles paint the screen in the cold autumn light, and small fans flutter against the flowing fireflies.
The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega. "Climbing High" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty The wind is strong and the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan.
The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by. Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and only appears on the stage.
Difficulty hates the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes muddy. "Staying on the Jiande River" Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty moved his boat to Yanzhu, and at dusk the guests were worried about the new arrival.
The sky is low in the wilderness, and the trees are low, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people. "Reminiscences of Brothers from Shandong on September 9th" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. "Mountain Travel" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. "Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. "Ode to the Dusk River" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.
Poor on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow. "Autumn Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty The mountains are bright and the water is clear. Frost comes at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow.
Trying to go up to a high-rise building to clear your bones, it’s not like the spring scenery that makes people crazy. "Autumn Thoughts" by Zhang Zhang of the Tang Dynasty When I saw the autumn wind in the city of Luoyang, I wanted to write a book full of ideas.
I’m afraid that I can’t finish the story in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again. "To Liu Jingwen" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty The lotuses are gone and there is no rain cover, and the chrysanthemums are still covered with proud frost branches.
You must remember that the good times of the year are the time of orange and green. "Snow on the River" Qianshan by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty.
3. Which poems are used to describe the beautiful scenery, tonight I will read
"Spring Dawn" Tang Meng Haoran slept in spring without realizing the dawn, and heard the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. "Ode to the Willow" Tang He Zhizhang made the jasper tree as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Spring Night Happy Rain" Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty knows the season when it rains, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city. "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple" In the fourth month of the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi's world was full of beauty, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple began to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn. "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi was north of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion. The water surface was initially flat and the clouds were low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side, with its green trees and white sand embankment. "Early Spring in the East of the City" by Tang Yang Juyuan The poet has a clear scene in the New Year, and the green willows are only half yellow.
If you stay in the forest and the flowers are blooming, you will be the one looking at the flowers when you go out. "Huichong Chunjiang Xiaojing" One of the three peach blossoms outside the bamboo by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty is a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come. "A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It" Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty took pity on his clogs and his teeth were stained with green moss.
The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. "Spring Day" Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty found the beautiful scenery on the shore of Si River, and the boundless scenery was new for a while.
It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with its colorful colors. "Recalling Jiangnan? Jiangnan is good" Tang Bai Juyi knew that Jiangnan was good and the scenery was familiar to him.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan? When I recall Jiangnan, I remember Hangzhou the most.
Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again? Reminiscing about Jiangnan, followed by recalling Wu Palace.
A glass of Wu wine and spring bamboo leaves, Wu and her two dances are drunk with hibiscus. Will we meet again sooner or later? "Summer Night Sigh" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The sun will never fade, the heat will poison my intestines.
The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes. The bright moon comes out of Haotian, and the dense forest spreads light.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the Xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. In the virtual light, you can see the smallest details, and feathers and insects are also flying.
No matter how big or small things are, they adapt to their own conditions. Thinking of Bihogos, guarding the frontier in the poor years.
Why do we look at each other with hotness after one wash. There was a fight in the evening, and the noise reached thousands of directions.
Although I am covered in bruises, it is better to return home early. The north city is filled with sorrow, and the storks and cranes are flying.
When the condition becomes irritated and tired, intense thoughts will make you feel better. "First Summer" Tang Bai Juyi Meng Xia is full of things, and the flora and fauna are good for a while.
Elks love deep forests, and insects and snakes love abundant grass. Flying birds love dense leaves, swimming scales delight in new algae.
The sky is harmonious, but I am alone and withered. One body is at the end of the world, and all the flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one coming from the old country, and there are many enemies. What's the use of being worried? It's just a labor of love.
It is better to relax your body and mind and let nature make you happy. There is a lot of fine wine in Xunyang, which can keep the cup dry.
The fish is as cheap as mud, and it will not be too late to cook with moxibustion. Eat at the temple in the morning and get drunk on the island in the lake at dusk.
Why return to your hometown? How can you live forever? "The Summer Pavilion Huai Xin Da" Tang Meng Haoran The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the evening coolness by spreading out the air, open the pavilion and lie down in the open air. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
"Mengxia" Tang Jiayan Mengxia in the south of the Yangtze River, the bamboo shoots are like weaving. The mirage becomes the pavilion, and the sound of frogs becomes the orchestra.
"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty The summer is long and shaded by green trees, and the reflection of the balcony is reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the courtyard with roses and incense.
"Pastoral Miscellany in Summer" (Part 1) Song Fancheng has big plums, golden yellow and fat apricots, and sparse wheat flowers, snow and white cauliflowers. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
"Little Pond" Song Yang Wanli Spring silently cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the clearness. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" Song Yang Wanli After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
"Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water below the lake tower is like the sky.
"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" The King of Song Dynasty ordered the breeze to be unable to kill the heat, and the setting sun flew up the mountain with its wings. People are already afraid of the rivers and seas drying up, but God will not hesitate to dry them up. As high as Kunlun there is snow, and as far as Penglai it is always cold.
If you can’t carry the world with you, why bother to swim around it? "Unknown Miscellaneous Poems" Mingshi Naian's red sun is scorching like fire, and the fields and rice are half withered. The farmer's heart is like boiling water, and the princes and princes are shaking their fans.
"What I Saw" Yuan Mei of the Qing Dynasty saw a shepherd boy riding an ox, and his singing shook the forest. He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth shut.
"Midnight Autumn Song" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes. The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love between the two.
On what day the barbarians will be defeated, and the good men will stop the expedition.
"Ascend the Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. The river city is like a picture, and the mountains are dawning and the sky is clear.
The rain caught the bright mirror, and the rainbow fell on the twin bridges. The crowds are cold, the orange and pomelo trees are blooming, and the autumn colors are like the old sycamore trees.
Who reads the North Tower and feels grateful to the Duke in the wind. "Autumn Night Song" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The autumn dew of Gui Po is faint when he is born, and his light ruffles are already thin and have not changed his clothes.
The silver zheng has been played diligently for a long time at night, but I am timid and can’t bear to return to the empty room. "Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Silver candles paint the screen in the cold autumn light, and small fans flutter against the flowing fireflies.
The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega. "Climbing High" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty The wind is strong and the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan.
The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by. Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and only appears on the stage.
Difficulty hates the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes muddy. "Staying on the Jiande River" Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty moved his boat to Yanzhu, and at dusk the guests were worried about the new arrival.
The sky is low in the wilderness, and the trees are low, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people. "Remembering Brothers from Shandong on September 9th" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty was a stranger in a foreign land, and he missed his family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. "Mountain Travel" Tang Du Muyuan went up the Hanshan Mountain on a sloping stone path, where there were people living in white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. "Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn" After the new rain in the Tang Dynasty, Weikong Mountain, the weather was late and autumn came.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. "Ode to the Dusk River" Tang Bai Juyi A setting sun spreads across the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.
Poor on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow. "Autumn Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty The mountains are bright and the water is clear. Frost comes at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow.
Trying to go up to a high-rise building to clear your bones, it’s not like the spring scenery that makes people crazy. "Autumn Thoughts" by Zhang Zhang of the Tang Dynasty: When I saw the autumn wind in the city of Luoyang, I wanted to write a book full of ideas.
I’m afraid that I can’t finish the story in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again. "To Liu Jingwen" Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. The lotuses have no rain cover, and the chrysanthemums are still covered with proud frost branches.
You must remember that the good times of the year are the time of orange and green. "Snow on the River" Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty saw birds flying across thousands of mountains, covering thousands of paths. 4. Famous quotes about beauty
1). Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and it seems that the swallows have returned. ——"Huanxisha" Yan Shu
Appreciation: These two sentences use scenery descriptions to express the poet's emotions delicately and vividly. It is a very skillful couplet, but it is so natural, as if it was picked up by hand, with no trace of carving at all. It shows the poet's high artistic skills and is a famous line with great reputation.
(2). There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. ——"Travel to Shanxi Village" by Lu You
Appreciation: This is a scene in motion, describing the twists and turns of the scenery. These two sentences describe the state of a road that is doubtful but actually exists, and a scene that seems to be gone but comes back again, which contains the philosophy of life.
(3). From the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains at a glance. ——"Wang Yue" by Du Fu
Appreciation: Write about the desire to climb the mountain arising from looking at the mountain. From these two inspiring and symbolic poems, we can see the poet Du Fu's ambition and spirit of not being afraid of difficulties, daring to climb to the top, and looking down on everything.
(4). Qingchuan has always been in Hanyang, and the grass is luxuriant in Parrot Island. ——Cui Hao in "Yellow Crane Tower"
Appreciation: Write about the scenery of Hanyang Qingchuan and Parrot Island. "Lili" and "luxuriant" describe the appearance of clear mountains and rivers and extremely lush vegetation.
(5). Where is the Rimu Township Pass? The smoke on the Yanbo River makes people sad. ——Cui Hao in "Yellow Crane Tower"
Appreciation: The feeling of "nostalgia" blends with the scenes of "sunset" and "smoke waves", making people's mood return to vague worries and become deeper and deeper. Self. The title of the last couplet is based on the real scene in the first couplet, which leads to the unstoppable melancholy of the hometown. 5. Poems about beauty (please provide, the more the better)
Lovesickness Ballad
Red apricots are placed in black hair, peach blossoms are held in plain hands, and the flowers are reflected in the spring, a kind of romantic beauty. In this state, the skin is fragrant and jade is shining, the jade flute is hidden, the fragrance is tilted in the cold place, the charming eyes are back, looking forward to Tan Lang alone.
The dark eyebrows are as green as I painted them yesterday, and the jade rings are cold. Who is warm today? A beautiful confidant, a beautiful woman, dancing in front of the bed in her youth, adding fragrance to the side of the table with her bare hands, what more can I ask for when you are like this?
You should wield your sword and kill in all directions. The concubine plays the harp by herself, and follows her husband ups and downs.
(The above is what I wrote after combining several poems)
In fact, if you really like it, you can read the Song Dynasty lyrics. They are all quite beautiful. , there are many sentences like what you said, but if you need it, I can help you find one.
As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
The fine mat gathers in the dust, the fragrant boudoir covers the fog, who can attach the small characters on the red paper? The tall buildings look like dusk, and the rain falls on the sycamore leaves.
Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
The willows at the ferry are green, and the branches and leaves are alienated.
The quilt is cold and the phoenix is ??cold, and the mandarin duck is alone on the pillow, melancholy waiting for the wine to relax. Even if the dream soul exists, it will become empty, which is nothing compared to the dream.
When dawn comes and the rain passes, where is the trace? A pool of broken apples. There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust and one part of running water. If you look closely, you can see that they are not Yanghua, but the tears of Li Ren.
If it was a tragedy for me to meet you, I think I am destined to act alone in this life. In the end, I will slowly recall alone. Without the past, I will pull away the past.
Slowly, time is passing by, and my beauty, across the distance, cannot receive the melancholy sent by you.
You always feel that rhyming words are the most poignant, such as those about heartbreak, sadness, haggard and collapse. I said I understand, but you forgot a sentence called reincarnation.
Extinguished cigarettes, an empty room, and an old photo of you, they say this kind of picture is called nostalgia.
Frame your lie, the picture frame is full of sadness, I am sitting in my seat, watching quietly and crying, around the oath, I am trying my best to line up, but the picture is showing cheating.
O（∩_∩）O~, that’s all for today. 6. What are the poems about beauty?
The poems about beauty include: 1. The original text of "Cui Jiu wants to go to Nanshan and bid farewell to him on horseback" by Pei Di of the Tang Dynasty: 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. Translation: If you want to return to the mountains, you must visit them no matter how deep or shallow they are; you must fully appreciate the purity and beauty of the mountains and ravines.
Don’t be like the Wuling man described by Tao Yuanming, who only visited the Peach Blossom Spring for a while and then left the mountain in a hurry. 2. The original text of "Li Yannian's Song" written by Li Yannian in the Western Han Dynasty: There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent.
First look at the Qingren city, then look at the Qingren country. Would you rather not know the beauty of the city and the beauty of the country? Beautiful women are hard to come by.
Translation: There is a beauty in the northern country. Her beauty is unparalleled in the world. Her elegant nature is extraordinary and outstanding. She disdains the company of other women. No one knows her and she is independent. As long as she glances at the defenders of the city, the city wall can be lost; if she looks at the king again, the country will suffer disaster.
But even if you are a charming city or a beautiful country, don’t lose the opportunity to get a beautiful woman - after all, a beautiful woman is rare in this world and can never be obtained again! 3. The original text of "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty: The emperor of Han Dynasty paid great attention to beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, and he could not get it for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty, and once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
Translation: Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty preferred beauty. After becoming the emperor, he had been looking for beauties for many years, but found nothing. There was a daughter of the Yang family who had just grown up. She was very beautiful and she was raised in a boudoir. Outsiders did not know her beauty.
Naturally beautiful and charming, it was difficult for her to be buried in the world. As expected, it didn't take long for her to become a concubine beside Emperor Ming of Tang Dynasty. When she looked back and smiled, she was full of charm and charm; all the six officials and concubines were overshadowed.
4. The original text of "Guo Feng·Zheng Feng·A Girl Riding a Car" (selected from "The Book of Songs") during the Spring and Autumn Period: A girl riding a car looks like Shunhua. The general will soar, the jade will fly.
He is as beautiful as Meng Jiang, and both are handsome and beautiful. There is a female companion, who looks like Shunying.
The general will fly, the general will wear jade. Meng Jiang is beautiful and his virtues are unforgettable.
Translation: The girl and I were riding together, her appearance was like a flower. His body is as light as a flying bird, and his precious jade shines brightly.
She is a beautiful ginger girl with elegant and generous manners. The girl is traveling with me, her face is like a hibiscus flower.
The body is as light as a bird flying, and the jade jade makes a pleasant sound. The beautiful girl, whose surname is Jiang, has an unforgettable reputation.
5. The original text of "Guo Feng·Zheng Feng·There are creepers in the wild" (selected from "The Book of Songs") in the Spring and Autumn Period: There are creepers in the wild, and there is no dew. There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful.
We meet each other by chance, just as I wish. There are creeping grasses in the wild, and there is no dew.
There is a beautiful person, graceful and clear. We meet each other by chance, and we meet each other by chance.
Translation: The wild grass is growing in vines, and the dewdrops on the grass are shining. There was a beautiful woman walking on the street, her features were clear and beautiful.
Unexpectedly, I met a true coincidence, which was exactly what I wanted. Wild grasses spread out in vines, and the dewdrops on the grass were large and round.
There was a beautiful woman walking on the road, with clear features and beautiful face. An unexpected encounter with her makes her a happy tryst.