Meng Haoran's representative works and famous poems

1. Famous Poems about Meng Haoran

Famous Poems about Meng Haoran 1. What are Meng Haoran's most famous poems

1: Send Zhu Da to Qin Meng Haoran

Go to Wuling, a tourist, and the sword will go straight to a thousand dollars. Break up and leave each other, and live in all of my heart.

2: Passing through the old friend Zhuang Meng Haoran

preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm. The green woods were around the village, and the green hills lay outside the city.

Banquet Noodle Garden, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. When the ninth festival comes, please come here to see the chrysanthemum.

3: in Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin Meng Haoran

the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, in the east from the lake the slow moon rises. With her hair hanging in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in the quiet and spacious place.

the wind brings me odours of lotuses, and bamboo-leaves drip with a music of dew. I thought I would like to make a song and make a song, and I only hate my friends in front of me.

and so I think of you, old friend, o troubler of my midnight dreams.

4: Qiu Deng Wanshan sent Zhang Wu Meng Haoran

on a northern peak among white clouds, you have found your hermitage of peace. And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, high with the wildgeese flies my heart.

the quiet dusk might seem a little sad, if this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear. Visitors to the village on the hill, walk through the beach and sit at the ferry rest and rest.

there are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses, and against the river's rim an island like the moon. I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine, * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival.

5: Chun Xiao Meng Haoran

I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.

but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken.

6: Night Return to Lumen Song Meng Haoran

a bell in the mountain-temple sounds the coming of night, I hear people at the fishing-town stumble aboard the ferry.

People follow the sandy shore to Jiangcun, I also take a boat and am bound for Lumen Mountain.

and soon the Lumen moonlight is piercing misty trees, I have come, before I know it, upon an ancient hermitage.

the thatch door, the piney path, the solitude, the quiet, where a hermit lives and moves, never needing a companion.

7: a night-mooring on the jiande river Meng Haoran

while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin.

how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!.

8: a message from lake dongting to premier zhang Meng Haoran

here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven.

and a mist from the Yun and Meng valleys, has beleaguered the city of Yueyang.

I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen.

as I sit here and watch a fisherman casting, just like a fairy fish.

9: I didn't meet Meng Haoran when I visited Yuan.

I visited a talented person in Luoyang, and Jiangling was a vagrant.

I heard that plum blossoms are early, so why are they so spring?

1: farewell to Wang Wei and Meng Haoran

slow and reluctant, I have waited? Day after day, till now I must go. How sweet the road-side flowers might be, if they did not mean good-bye, old friend.

the Lords of the Realm are harsh to us? And men of affairs are not our kind. You should only be lonely, I will close the gate of my old garden.

2. Meng Haoran's most famous poem

1 "Spring Dawn" I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.

but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken. 2 "Passing the Old Village" preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm.

we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains. Open the window and face the valley vegetable garden, hand over the glass to chat about the crops.

wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time. 3 A Gift to Prime Minister Zhang from Dongting Lake, here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven.

and a mist from the Yun and Meng valleys, has beleaguered the city of Yueyang. I want to cross the water to find the boat and oars, the holy age of Homebound is really ashamed.

as I sit here and watch a fisherman casting, just like a fairy fish. 4 "a night-mooring on the jiande river" while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin.

how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!. 5 "from a mooring on the tonglu to a friend in yangzhou" with monkeys whimpering on the shadowy mountain, and the river rushing through the night.

and a wind in the leaves along both banks, and the moon athwart my solitary sail. Building heart scenery is good but not my homeland, I still miss Yangzhou old friends and old friends.

send eastward two long streams of tears, to find the nearest touch of the sea 6 in Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, in the east from the lake the slow moon rises. It is cool in the evening, and it is open in front of the porch.

the wind brings me odours of lotuses, and bamboo-leaves drip with a music of dew. I thought I would like to make a song and make a song, and I only hate my friends in front of me.

I'll miss my old friend here, and I'll work hard at night to dream. 7 "Leaving Wang Wei" slow and reluctant, I have waited? Day after day, till now I must go.

how sweet the road-side flowers might be, if they did not mean good-bye, old friend. The Lords of the Realm are harsh to us? And men of affairs are not our kind.

You should only be lonely, I will close the gate of my old garden. At a banquet in the house of the taoist priest mei, in my bed among the woods, grieving that spring must end, I lifted up the curtain on a pathway of flowers.

and a flashing bluebird bade me come, to the dwelling-place of the Red Pine Genie. What a flame for his golden crucible, peach-trees magical with buds!.

and for holding boyhood in his face, the rosy-flowing wine of clouds!! 9 "Tiyigong Zen Room" means that Yigong learns Zen silence, and the knot is based on the empty forest. The outdoor peak is beautiful, and the front steps are deep.

the sunset is full of rain, and the sky is green and the court is overcast. Look at the lotus net, you will know that you don't dye your heart.

1 at The Mountain-Lodge of the Buddhist Priest Ye at Night Waiting in Vain for My Friend Ding, now that the sun has set beyond the western range, valley after valley is shadowy and dim. The moon in the tsukiteru pine is even more refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.

nearly all the woodsmen have reached home, birds have settled on their perches in the quiet mist. Ding agreed to stay in the temple tonight, playing the zither alone in the mountain road.

11 returning at Night to Lumen Mountain a bell in the mountain-temple sounds the coming of night, I hear people at the fishing-town stumble aboard the ferry. While others follow the sand-bank to their homes along the river, I also take a boat and am bound for Lumen Mountain.

and soon the Lumen moonlight is piercing misty trees, I have come, before I know it, upon an ancient hermitage. Lonely mountain road silent forest road, only the hermit in this elegant come and go.

12 on climbing yan mountain with friends while worldly matters take their turn, ancient, modern, to and fro. Now we can climb to visit the places of historical interest that have been preserved throughout the country.

where a fisher-boat dips by a waterfall, where the air grows colder, deep in the valley. The monument of Yang remains, and we have wept, reading the words.

the latter seems to be less famous.

that's it.

two songs are included.

3. Ten famous ancient poems by Meng Haoran

1. Passing the Old People's Village Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran, preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm.

we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains. Open the window and face the valley vegetable garden, hand over the glass to chat about the crops.

wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time. My old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse.

Green Woods surround the village, and green mountains lie across the city. Open the window to face the grain field vegetable garden, raise your glass and chat about the crops.

When the Double Ninth Festival comes, please come here to watch chrysanthemums. 2, "Spring Dawn" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran, I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.

but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken. In spring, before I knew it, it was dawn, and it was the chirping bird that disturbed my deep sleep.

Last night, the sound of wind and rain kept on. How many beautiful spring flowers were blown off? 3. a night-mooring on the jiande river Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran, while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin. The boundless expanse of the wilderness was still deeper than the trees, and the moon was close to the moon.

When the boat was moored in a misty continent, new worries came to the guest's mind at dusk. The wilderness is boundless and the sky is darker than a tree, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

4. a message from lake dongting to premier zhang/Pro Dongting Lake for Prime Minister Zhang. Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran, here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven. Cloud Land mr.osawa water vapor transpiration white boundless, the waves appear to shake the Yueyang.

I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen. As I sit here and watch a fisherman casting, there is only the feeling of a fish. Autumn water rises, almost flat with the shore, and the water and sky are confused and integrated with the sky.

Yunmeng osawa's water vapor transpiration is boundless, and the rough waves seem to shake Yueyang City. I want to cross the water, but I can't find a boat or paddle. It's really shameful to live idle in the enlightened age.

You can only envy the caught fish in vain by sitting around and watching others fishing hard by the river. 5, "Tian Jia Yuan Ri" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran fought back to the north last night and started from the east this year.

I'm a strong official at the age of 2, and I'm worried about agriculture without money. The farmer who worked in fields full of mulberry trees, carrying a hoe and a shepherd boy worked together.

Tian's family accounts for the climate, and * * * said that this year was abundant. Bucket handle in the Big Dipper turned to the east last night, and the year started again this morning.

I'm forty years old. Although I have no official position, I'm still worried about farming. Close to the farmers working in the fields full of mulberry trees, carrying hoes and working with shepherds.

farmers speculate on this year's harvest, saying that this year is a bumper harvest year. 6, "Qingming is the thing" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran's emperor is heavy on Qingming, and people are worried.

the sound of cars on the road is green. The flowers bloom, the grass grows, the birds fly in pairs in pairs.

sitting in an empty hall reminisces, drinking tea and chatting instead of getting drunk. The annual Qingming Festival in Beijing naturally makes people feel sad and miss.

the sound of carriages is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green. Flowers bloom, grass grows, birds fly and butterflies play in pairs.

I sat in the empty lobby and recalled the past, drinking and chatting with tea instead of wine. 7, "Early Cold River is pregnant/Early Cold is pregnant" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran, and the water is cold with a wind from the north.

I remember my home; but the Xiang River's curves, are walled by the clouds of this southern country. Homesick tears in the journey, see the back of the sail in the horizon.

where is the ferry? Will somebody tell me?, it's growing rough. It's growing dark. Leaves fall and geese fly to the south, and the bleak river in the north wind is particularly cold.

My home is near the winding water, far away from the vast sea of clouds in Chutian. Homesick tears run out in the journey, watching the returning sails wander in the horizon.

the wind and smoke confuse where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset. 8. "Liangzhou Ci" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran turned into a piece of rosewood and made a sound into the clouds.

Alakazam is all the way to Wan Li, so I can send it to Mingjun at once. The joy of the other side is sad, and there is no need to blow the Qiang flute.

Sit and watch Guan Shanyue tonight, thinking about killing the border town ranger. Translation: The natural rosewood writing can be made into a pipa, and its voice is loud and straight into the sky.

Far away, Alakazam, San Wan Li, even the pipa sound sent to Wang Mingjun to have fun at once can't be crossed. Being in a foreign land makes people feel sad, even if it's joy, 32313133333333323133533333333364. You don't have to blow this flute again.

Sitting in the frontier fortress, watching the moon tonight, thinking about killing all the enemies at the frontier. 9. on climbing yan mountain with friends Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran, while worldly matters take their turn, ancient, modern, to and fro.

rivers and mountains are changeless in their glory, and still to be witnessed from this trail. The waters of the weir show the surface of the river, and the yunmengze is deep and mysterious by the cold.

The monument to the sheep is still there, and we have wept, reading the words. Everything in the world changes, and the coming and going times form ancient and modern times.

The scenic spots and historical sites preserved in all parts of the country are now accessible to us. Yuliangzhou emerged from the river because of the falling water, and Yunmengze was fascinated by the cold.

Today, the Yang Hu Monument still stands tall. After reading the inscription, my skirt was wet with tears. 1. "There is a bosom under the autumn moon" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran hangs the bright moon in the autumn sky, and the brilliance is wet.

I was surprised that the magpie was undecided, and the flying fireflies rolled in. The courtyard is cold and the shadows are sparse, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.

what's the occasion? Look at the sky and stand. A bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the moonlight reflects the dew crystal clear, as if it were wet by dew.

In such a beautiful moonlight, the cold magpie doesn't know where to live. And fireflies dare not compete with moonlight for a little light.

flies into the room with the rolled-up door curtain. In the yard, only the branches of Sophora japonica trees fall in the moonlight, which is sparse and desolate.

At this time, the sound of pestle coming from the neighbor is so clear and urgent in the silent autumn night. Far apart.

How to set a date for meeting? I can only look at the same distant moon with sadness, and I can't do anything. I just stand there.

4. Meng Haoran's most famous and simplest ancient poem

1. Spring Dawn by Tang Haoran

I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds. After one night of wind and rain, how many are the fallen flowers.

2. a night-mooring on the jiande river by Don Meng Haoran

while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin. The boundless expanse of the wilderness was still deeper than the trees, and the moon was close to the moon.

3, Tang Meng Haoran's

preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm. The green woods were around the village, and the green hills lay outside the city. Open the window and face the valley vegetable garden, hand over the glass to chat about the crops. When the ninth festival comes, please come here to see the chrysanthemum.

4. a message from lake dongting to premier zhang/Lindongting by Tang Haoran

here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven. Cloud Land mr.osawa water vapor transpiration white boundless, the waves appear to shake the Yueyang. I want to cross the water to find the boat and oars, the holy age of Homebound is really ashamed. Sitting idly watching other people's hard river fishing, can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

Meng Haoran (689-74) was born in Mengshan, Xiangyang, Xiangzhou (now Xiangyang, Hubei), and was called Meng Xiangyang in the world. Because he has never been an official, he is also known as Monsanto, and he is a famous pastoral poet in Tang Dynasty. Meng Haoran was the first poet who wrote landscape poems in Tang Dynasty and the forerunner of Wang Wei. His travel poems are vivid in description, and a message from lake dongting to premier zhang is magnificent in style. Meng Haoran's life experience is relatively simple, and the theme of his poetry creation is also relatively single. Most of Meng's poems are short stories in five words, mostly about landscapes, pastoral and seclusion, as well as the mood of traveling and serving. Although it is not without cynicism, it is more of a poet's self-expression. Meng Shi's poems are not about carving, but about thinking, which is full of super-wonderful and self-satisfied interest, rather than being frugal and barren. He is good at exploring the beauty of nature and life, knowing the scene immediately and writing his real feelings at the moment. For example, Qiu Deng Wan Shan sends Zhang Wu, in Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin, Guo Gu Ren Zhuang, Chun Xiao, a night-mooring on the jiande river, Song of Lumen at Night, etc., naturally become muddy, but the artistic conception is clear and full of charm.

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5. Meng Haoran's famous poem