Knock on the door of poetry-look at what you have learned

Midnight Qiu Ge Tang Li Bai a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding. The autumn wind blows the sound of Daoyi, every family remembers the people who guard the frontier. When will the border war be pacified and my husband end the expedition. "Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building" In the picturesque scenery of Li Bai's Jiangcheng in Tang Dynasty, the mountains are clear and the sky is clear. Rain caught the mirror, double bridge fell the rainbow. Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of smoke; Autumn is boundless, the indus has also looked old. In addition to me, who will think of the Xie tiao north tower, to meet the autumn wind, miss Xie? "Autumn Nightingale" Tang Wangwei Guipo was born with a slight autumn dew, but he was thin and didn't change clothes. The long night of the long night full of deep feeling silver Toggle, fear jealously guarding the empty room, can not bear to go to sleep. "Autumn Evening" Tang Du Mu silver candle Qiu Guang cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. The night in day order is as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and the weaver star. Climbing the Mountain, Tang Du Fu, in a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering, birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand. The endless trees rustle the fallen leaves, the Yangtze river is not expected to roll in the Pentium. Sad to Li autumn scenery, the perennial wanderer, life in the disease ridden today alone on the high platform. After going through hardships and bitter hatred, the white hair was full of hair, and the waning of the wine glass cup was suspended. A night-mooring on the jiande river Tang 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. "on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong" Tang Wangwei is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every festive season. Think of the brothers body boarded up high, will also because of less than I have a regret. "Mountain Walking" Tang Du Mu is far away from the cold mountain, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. An autumn evening in the mountains, Tang Wangwei, after rain the empty mountain and stands autumnal in the evening. The bright moon sprinkled the clear light from the gap, clearing the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is loud and clear, the laundry girl comes back, the lotus leaf jiggle want to go up and down the canoe. The spring of spring may wish to let it rest, in autumn the hills of the sun can stay long. "Ode to the Mujiang River" Tang Bai Juyi spread the water with the setting sun, and half the river rustled and half the river was red. Poor September third night, dew like a pearl moon like a bow. "Autumn Ci" In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi's mountains were clear and frosty at night, and several trees were dark red and light yellow. Trying to get to the bottom of a tall building is as crazy as spring scenery. "Qiu Si" Tang Zhang was born in Luoyang City and saw the autumn wind, which made him want to write a book full of meaning. The letter was written, and worried that he had not finished writing what he wanted to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. "To Liu Jingwen" Song Sushi's lotus has no rain cover, and there are still Ao Shuang branches in the chrysanthemum. A good year must be remembered, it is orange and orange.