Lyric sentences in Tang poetry

1. A good poem expressing love in Tang poetry and Song poetry 1 Liu Yong: Wu Fengqi's dress is getting wider and wider, and he never regrets it, which makes people gaunt.

2 Anonymous: Drumming "The Book of Songs" is rich in life and death, and it is a dialogue with Zi. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

3 Qin Guan: If the love between magpie fairies is long, it will be sooner or later. Li Bai: When will we meet? At this point, the night is awkward.

5 Anonymous: Feng Qiuhuang, piano music has a kind of beauty, which I can't forget. I feel crazy if I don't see it for a day. Zheng Chouyu: I won't leave you this time, stormy night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

7 Li Bai: Three, five and seven words come into my lovesick door, knowing that I am lovesick, knowing that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. 8 Yuan Zhen: Four of the five poems of thinking: Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever.

9 Cao Zhi: When can we meet in harmony if the building is dusty on the bright moon and my concubine is muddy with cement? 10 nalanxingde: Yu Meiren's desolation and parting should be the same, and the most difficult thing is the feud between the moon and the Ming Dynasty. 1 1 Zhang Ji: I'm sorry for your loss, but I don't see you late before marriage.

12 Xi Murong: How did a flowering tree let you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship. Chen Hengke (13): How can I live together without dying? Liang Qichao (14): Taiwanese ci says that he misses trees and Silang hates Mandy.

Xu Gan (15): The room is full of thoughts, but the mirror is dark. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?

16 Sima Guang: Xijiang Moon meets each other, uncontroversial and heartless. 17 Gong Zizhen: It is not heartless for Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems to turn red, but to turn them into spring mud to protect flowers.

18 Zhang Xian: If you don't get old for a thousand years, it's hard to break your feelings. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

19 Huang Jingren: One of Qi Huai's two poems, such as this star was not last night, and the wind dew stood in the middle of the night for whom. 20 Li Shangyin: Untitled "One Sixth" I know that this love will not have any result, but it can soothe my heart! .

2 1 Li shangyin: when I was traveling in Qujiang in late autumn, I knew that I had been in love for a long time, and I was disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou. Nalan Xingde: People in Huanxisha have become sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental.

Li Shangyin: Jinse and a moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously. 24 photos: How many lovesickness one-night stands are there in Yanzilou? The ends of the earth are not long.

25 yuan good question: fishing, one of the two questions in the world, what is love, teaching life and death. Li Shangyin: Untitled Although my body doesn't have wings like Cai Feng's, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.

Zhang Kejiu: The red autumn beast furnace sinks like water smoke, and pieces of green marsh flowers are written into the story of acacia. Xu Zaisi: If you lose your laurel, you won't miss your whole life, but if you miss it, it will hurt you.

Li Guan: The butterfly loves an inch and misses thousands of things. There is no arrangement in the world. Su Shi: Jiangchengzi was born and died for ten years. He never thought about it, but he never forgot it. He is a lonely grave thousands of miles away and has nowhere to talk.

3 1 Anonymous: Take care of The Book of Songs. Tang style "to meet this lover. Bai Juyi: The Song of Eternal Sorrow lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

Bai Juyi: "Song of Eternal Sorrow" We hope that two birds will become one, fly in the sky, live and grow together on the earth, and have two branches in one tree ... 34 Text: butterfly lovers overlaps with tears, and the words are blocked. Life is only hard to die.

Cao Xueqin: One is Xianpa in Yuen Long, and the other is flawless jade. If there is no strange fate, I will meet him again in this life; If you say there is a strange fate, how can you be worried? Li Shangyin: Untitled, spring silkworms should be woven until they die, and the wick should be drained by candles every night.

37 situation Zhou Yi: reduce the word Huanxisha. He was born with infatuation, and there is no place for lovesickness in the world. Ouyang Xiu: Lou Yuchun intentionally said the date of return, but did not say that Chunrong would be miserable first.

39 Anonymous: Guan Yu's The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Guan Yu's pigeon is in Hezhou. Ladies make gentlemen.

40 Ouyang Xiu: Yulouchun has a natural infatuation all her life, and this resentment has nothing to do with romantic affairs. 4 1 liuyong: Yulin Mountain has been here for so many years, which should be a good time and a good scenery.

Customs are strange, who to talk to. Li Zhiyi: The soothsayer only wishes you to be like my heart and never miss you.

Yan: Two poems by Lin Jiangxian, the second one, Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. 44. Chen Tao: West Gansu is poor, and there is no bone by the river. She is still a dream girl.

45 Xin Qiji: Touch the fish and buy it as a gift. Who can complain about this situation? Wen: It's even worse to miss three buttonwood trees. It rains in the middle of the night, and parting feelings are bitter.

A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. 47 Su Wu: Married as husband and wife, there is no doubt that they love each other.

48. Nie Shengqiong: It is hard to find a good dream. Who knows my mood at this time?

Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window. Liu Yong: Who can complain about a lonely day and night?

Foreword is always faint. 50 Li Bai: One of the two pieces of Sauvignon Blanc, the sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.

5 1 Xi Murong: Don't refuse to say that beautiful oath because it may change, and don't be afraid to seek heart-to-heart communication because it may separate. Fan Chengda: The car is far away. I wish I were like a star, like the moon, and the time is bright every night.

Dai Shulun: Shen Yan, a lovesick fish, traveled all over the world, and he began to believe that human beings were separated from each other. Liu Yong: I looked at her with tears in my hand, but she was speechless and choked up.

55 Yuan Zhen: Send three lamentations. The second one is that this is a sorrow that all mankind should know, but it is not as known as those who were poor together. Gu Xun: I will exchange my heart for yours. We will know each other and remember each other deeply.

Yu: Jiangling looks forward to remembering you, and his heart is like the Xijiang River, flowing eastward day and night. 58. Li Shangyin: There are six untitled songs, and the sixth one is "No Flowers for Hair". Even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .

59. Wan Le: The operators are as homesick as the sea, and the past is as far away as the sky. Bai Juyi: It is better to believe in the tide than to hate each other. Acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.

6 1 Wen: Do you know that linglong dice Anhoutou is new? Shao Ruipeng: Can Butterfly Love resist paying a thousand dollars for a smile? After all, lovesickness is better than meeting. Yan Shu: When there is poverty in the corner of the Jade House in the spring, there is only endless acacia.

Cao Xueqin: It is a good marriage to miss the road all your life. I only saw the wood and stone alliance. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world.

65 Zhou Bangyan; People in Yulouchun enter the river like the wind, and their feelings are like rain and sticky. Cao Xueqin: Red beans can't be dripped, red beans can't be shed with blood and tears, and spring flowers can't be finished.

67 Ouyang Xiu; Two butterfly lovers songs, one of which asked for flowers with tears, flew over the swing. Feng Xiaoqing: I feel sorry for my own shadow, but I also feel sorry for you.

Zhu Yizun: I'm afraid the idea of falling in love on a high balcony has reached the same level. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart.

When you are sad, the sky falls and you die.

2. Yuan Zhen, the fourth poem with the deepest feelings in ancient poetry, "Five Poems from Thinking", once it was difficult for the sea to be water, and it will always be amber. I am lazy to look back, half bound to practice, half bound to a gentleman. After experiencing the magnificent sea, I will never be attracted by the water in other places again. I am intoxicated in the dream of sex rain in Wushan, and the scenery elsewhere is not called sex rain. Although I often walk among flowers, I am not in the mood to appreciate it. Partly because I am a monk, and partly because I only have you in my heart ... This further explanation is that I am infatuated with the sea you love and intoxicated with your dreams, so I will not be interested in other women any more. No one can love you as much as you do. You are the best. No one can replace you after you left, and I am not in the mood to love other women, no matter how beautiful they are. Because there is only one you in my heart ... The author compares his dead wife and his feelings for his dead wife to the vast and beautiful sea and the cloud in which Wushan becomes a goddess. In contrast, any water or cloud is dark and pale. It is precisely because he has such a deep memory of his dead wife that he turns a blind eye to other women (taking flowers as a metaphor), and even if he sees them, he is very cold and tired, not to mention the lingering love. It is a rare masterpiece, which is extremely clever and rich in meaning. It's really not easy to write this realm. This quatrain by Yuan Zhen is not only highly figurative and lyrical, but also excellent in brushwork. The first two sentences are all extreme metaphors. The words "the sea" and "five clouds" are magnificent, and there is a tendency for elegy to spread and rivers to flow. The last two sentences were turned into a profound lyric poem by it. The whole poem is relaxed and changeable, forming a ups and downs melody. As far as the mood of the whole poem is concerned, it is romantic but not vulgar, magnificent but not flashy, tragic but not humble, which creates a unique realm in the quatrains of mourning in the Tang Dynasty. In particular, the phrase "once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber" has been told by people, not just Yuan Zhen. Few works can be compared with love. Zhang Xian, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote several poems about the age of a thousand years and reported them to Fangfei Society. Cherish the spring and even fold the residual red. The rain is small and the wind is fierce. In the plum blossom season, Yongfeng willow has no flowers and snow. Don't pluck the strings, you can say that you are not old, and your feelings are hard to stop. Your heart is like a double screen. It expresses the sadness after farewell through the destruction of "Fang Fei". The lyrics begin with the cry of a bitter bird, which shows that the season turns from spring to summer and the world turns from prosperity to decline. The reason why the poet won Residual Red is not only "cherishing spring", but also expressing deep regret for the destroyed love. "The rain is light and the wind is fierce" is the key sentence in the last movie. In fact, it implies that love is ruthlessly destroyed by external forces. The next song expresses lovesickness and resentment through strings. "the sky is not old, and the feelings are hard to break", which expresses the firmness and determination of ocean deep. It's the theme sentence of the whole poem, and it's written for the last song "Rain and Breeze Crazy". "The heart is like a double screen, with a Qian Qian knot in it" is a strange idea and a metaphor for a new life. At the end, it implies with a vivid image:

3. Write love stories with ancient poems ~ Thank you for your crisp hands and yellow wine.

Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin.

A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.

Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face.

Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.

Momomo. Pick the rest yourself. Linjiang Xianyan (Song) dreamed that the balcony was locked high and the curtains hung low after drinking.

When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.

I remember Xiaoping's first sight. Her two focuses were Luo Yi and Pipa Xian's thoughts of lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.

Nineteen ancient poems by Niu Langxing (Han nationality), Niu Langxing, female of Jiao Jiaohe Han nationality. Skillful hands, make a loom.

There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. The river is clear and shallow, and there are many differences.

Between water and water, there are no words. Jinse Li Shangyin (Tang) I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. There are even more articles (Tang Dynasty) with fragrant jade stoves, red candles and tears, and some photos in the painting hall.

The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold. Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter.

A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. Huang Huai Ren Jing (Qing Dynasty) sat under the flowers and played the flute several times, and the red wall in Han Yin looked into the distance.

Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night. The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is peeling bananas.

In March and May of 1935, that poor glass of wine not fade away. Su Xiaoxiao's concubine rode a tanker, opposite the green horse. Where is the knot? Lao Lu Wei picked incense characters under the pine and cypress in Xiling (or cold) and hung them under the dim light.

Talk to each other in the spring breeze. The moon is full of buildings and tears are full of eyes.

Looking at Hong, I have no intention of staying up late. Take a break.

The warbler flowers are withered, and the spring is still there. It's a shame to cry when you have nothing to do.

I can't see the reason. Hate is unacceptable. Dreams are short and deep, and nights are deep.

You, you. Cheng lai's words, peach blossoms are warm and small flowers are messy.

Poor Zhu Hu, spring is stronger than half. Long memory, exploration day.

Smile on your shoulders and blush with envy. Cherish, cherish, cherish

Lu Youpin, Phoenix, red crisp hand, yellow wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city.

The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.

No, no, no. Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin.

Tears flooded her face. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion.

Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Momomo.

Tang Wan, a hairpin, has a thin world and poor human feelings. Rain and flowers are easy to fall at dusk, the breeze is dry, and the tears are residual.

Want to worry. Monolingual oblique hole

Difficult, difficult, difficult. People become different. Today is not yesterday.

A sick soul tastes like a thousand miles. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy.

Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide.

Once, I made a scene with Chai Feng, and a silver toad sparkled. Wanzhai is very fragrant.

Golden elephant square, colorful. Everyone who is drunk is very kind to others.

Cherish, cherish, cherish The spring is chilly and the waist is small.

The clouds on the temple are oblique and moths are rolling. In the dead of night, the boudoir is separated

Good dreams are hard to find, raindrop imprint Cloud. Memory, memory, memory.

Liu Chenweng picked the red flowers, looked at the moon and said goodbye. Hazy is better than eaves and throats.

Pro once said, very happy. Falling flower mood, grave season.

It snows in the shade of flowers, and the shade of flowers withers. Liu Feng is like a swing switch.

Sunny is uncertain, sunny is still lacking. After a cold meal, birds were everywhere in the village.

Zhang Kejiu Hairpin Phoenix Chun Qing Jinchai Stock, Yao Qinpu. Meet in heaven and earth.

The east wind is evil, and the court is full of flowers. The old love is gone, and the lingering is thin.

Momo. Zhang Tangji's "Female Fu" tells you that I have a husband and give me two pearls.

I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt. My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.

Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband. Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.

My heart is full of bandits, so I can't turn around; My heart is full of bandits, so I can't roll. I lived at the head of the Yangtze River in Li Zhiyi in the Song Dynasty, and you lived at the end of the Yangtze River; I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.

Evil! I want to know you. I want to live long. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when the heaven and the earth are in harmony will I dare to end it with you! Appreciation of "Xizhou Qu" Memories of Mei Xizhou's seeing Mei Jiangbei off.

Thin clothes are as red as apricots and hair as black as crows. Where is Xixi Jiao? Cross the bridge at the west paddle.

It's getting late, Shrike flies away, and the night wind blows into Sapium sebiferum. Under the tree is her home, and her emerald hair is exposed in the door.

She opened the door and didn't see her sweetheart. She went out to pick red-violet flowers. Autumn, autumn Nantang, she is holding a lotus seed, and the lotus grows taller.

With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. Hide lotus seeds in your sleeve. Lotus seeds are red and transparent.

Miss my husband, but not yet. She looks up at the swan in the sky. The sky was full of geese, and she went up to the tower to see her husband.

Although the tower is high, she can't see her husband. She leans against the railing all day. The railing bent and bent into the distance, and her hands were as bright as jade.

The curtain is so high, rippling like sea water, empty and generally dark green. If the sea is as long as a dream, then you are sad and I am sad.

If Nanfeng knows how I feel, please blow my dream to Puxi Island. Zhang, if you don't mind, I'll have a rest. If you don't mind, I'll take a break. Qingshan only recognizes white clouds.

Flying spring is full of rhyme in midsummer and autumn leaves are full of poetry. On the fifteenth day, the moon is cold, and 3 thousand is willing to be the stars.

Everything in the past is illusory, and heroism is at the beginning of bullfighting. Wushan used to be an ancient pursuit. If you don't care, I'll stop here.

In the winter snow, the river throws straight fishing, in the spring tide, the wild boat is moored. Falling flowers into the ground is true love, and flying leaves are sad with the wind.

Perhaps it is the fate of this life, and I still remember those bright eyes in my dream. Interest once longed for ten continents, and who sent it to the clouds? If you have a dream, I will rest if you are not interested.

There are bees and butterflies, herons and seagulls among the flowers. Up to now, I still admire the cassock, traveling with bamboo sticks and shoes.

Who are you wasting and worrying about? Peach blossom in February, pomegranate in May. Yanwu Ying Ge becomes lonely, and the phoenix pillow evokes tenderness.

Water is difficult to turn because of its nature. If you didn't mean it, I'll rest. Where are the red tears written? And heaven remains our neighbourhood, the road is long.

Falling leaves float in the cold pool water, and I will frown at the past. Even if the laurel tree is round and short, will you stay? Lonely pillows are easy to have butterfly dreams, and singing shoes is afraid of going to the phoenix building.

This should be a long-term relationship. If you don't mind, I'll take a break. You can't see me, my tears are like rain. Anxious to return, willing to be feathered, willing to be carried by the autumn wind. Ten years of life and death, and you will be a teenager again. I have nothing to ask for or miss, but I want to spend the next year with you. Zhu Yan has changed, her voice is still there, and her vicissitudes are like arrows. Sad husband! If you can't see me, I can't see you. I can't see you. Your heart is like a fire. It's like thunder on the moon ... you are in the east and my concubine is in the west. I miss you all the time. I'm afraid I can't hold hands for the rest of my life. When I looked back, I could see that the rain had leaked and Hua Cuo's moon had disappeared without a trace.

The dust of the past, like a frown, is a faint worry about this life, and it seems that the sky has disappeared. I once remembered that Iraqis combed a cloud bun in front of the mirror, and then let the wind and rain falter with their feelings. Pears and snow are everywhere. I am like a pear flower. I feel as if I were in the snow. I am like a fire. I am like a thunder ... I don't regret my clothes getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

4. Famous poems in primary schools and lyric poems in grades one to six: Thinking about a quiet night (Li Bai) Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran) Is the sunset glow in front of her bed already frosted? This spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. I looked up and saw that it was moonlight and sank again. I suddenly remembered home, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. "Gao Ding" (Yuan Mei) The grass grows with warblers and the shepherd boy rides the ox. The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. These songs make Yue Lin sing. Children come back from school early, so they should catch cicadas. They are busy flying kites in the east wind. Suddenly, they were silent. Xiaochi (Yang Wanli) gave Liu Jingwen (Su Shi) spring water, and the lotus was sheltered from the rain. The shade of the tree shines on the water, sunny and soft. There are branches of Ao Shuang in the chrysanthemum. The river is only sharp, and the good scenery must be remembered for one year. Dragonflies have stood upside down for a long time. That's when Shan Xing (Du Mu) went back to his hometown. Shijing (He) is far away from the cold mountain. He left home when he was young and now has a home. The local accent has not changed. The children stopped to sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves were red in February. Ask the guests where they come from. Give Wang Lun (Li Bai) grass (Bai Juyi). Suddenly I heard singing on the shore. As each season comes and goes. Taohuatan, thousands of feet, wildfires never consume them too much, not as good as Wang Lun's. They have grown taller in the spring breeze. Xu Gong Dian (Yang Wanli) Su Xin City, the hedge of Chile Ge fell for a long time, and the flowers on the tree head fell in the shade. Under the shady mountain, children are scrambling to chase Huang Die. The sky is like a vault, but it can't be found anywhere in the cauliflower. The cage covers four fields. Wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep. Looking at Lushan Waterfall (Li Bai) (Du Fu) The incense burner in Rizhao emits purple smoke, and two orioles sing green willows. Looking at the waterfall from a distance, there is a line of white dew hanging in the front window. Fly straight down to thousands of feet, with snow in Xiling. Suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days. The Wan Li ship to Wu Dong is moored at the gate. The song of integrity is China's historical acceptance sequence: the spring rain surprises the spring, the valley and the sky, and the summer and the Shang dynasties. Summer is full, summer is full, summer is summer, summer is summer, summer is summer. In the Three Kingdoms and the Southern Dynasties, the autumn cold and frost fell, the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms were lazy, and the winter snow moved slightly cold. Liao, Song, Xia, Jin, Ming and Qing Dynasties. Children Fishing (Hu Lingneng) They saw (Ye Shaoweng) in the night book, a bald teenager, making a cold voice to the leaves, sitting on the side with raspberry moss. The autumn wind moves passengers on the river. Passers-by are afraid that fish should not be surprised. A lamp shone on the fence in the middle of the night. Thinking of Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain (Wang Wei) regards Tianmen Mountain (Li Bai) as a stranger in a foreign land. Tianmen breaks the Chu River, and I miss my relatives twice during the festival. Clear water comes back here. I know the place where my brother climbs the mountain. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and there are few people everywhere. I sail alone every day. I drink rain on the lake after Chu Qing (Su Shi), sing willow (Su Shi) and pretend to be a tree, Kong Yu, Shan Ye. Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, I don't know who will cut thin leaves, but it is always appropriate to wear light makeup and heavy makeup. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. In spring (Zhu), you can win a day to find the fragrant seaside. Tonight on Tanabata, you can see the blue clouds, and the boundless scene is new for a while. Penny and Weaver cross the bridge. You can wait and learn. Colorful flowers are always in spring. Thousands of red silk threads have been worn out. Chang 'e (Li Shangyin) inscribed Xilinbi (Su Shi) with a dark mica screen. Seen from the side of the ridge, it turned into a mountain peak, with the long river gradually falling and the stars sinking. The distance is different. Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, and the night is in the sky. He is only in this mountain. Visit Shanxi Village (land tour) The Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou. A large number of chickens and dolphins stay at the harvest time. Fireworks will be set off in Yangzhou in March. Heavy mountains and heavy waters, no way back. The lonely sail is far away, and the willow flowers are bright and bright. Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. Send Yuan Ershi Anxi (Wang Wei) to Laozhai (Meng Haoran). Weicheng is near the rainy city light, prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. The guest house is green. We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. I suggest you have a drink. Talking about Sang Ma with a glass in hand. There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time. Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain (Li Bai) and looking at Dongting (Liu Yuxi), the birds fly high, the lake and the autumn blend together, and the lonely clouds go alone to relax. There is no wind on the surface of the pool and the mirror is not polished. I never get tired of seeing it, only Dongting Mountain. There is a green snail in the silver plate. I remember that Jiangnan (Bai Juyi) was in the countryside in April. The scenery used to be familiar. It's raining like a swallow in the regular sound. At sunrise, the flowers in the river overcame the fire. In April, there are few idle people in the countryside. This river is as green as blue in spring. Only silkworms are planted in the field. Can you forget Jiangnan? Yu Gezi (Zhang) is moored in Guazhou (Wang Anshi) in front of Mount Cisse, and there is a water between Guazhou in Jingkou, where flowers are flowing and mandarin fish are fat. Zhongshan is separated by only a few mountains. Spring breeze is green, and Jiang Nanan is green, so there is no need to return to the oblique wind and Mao Mao rain. When will the bright moon shine on me? Qiu Si (Zhang Ji) Sauvignon Blanc (that) I can't talk about fear in a hurry. Night is a thousand lights. Pedestrians came and Kaifeng opened. The wind is changing, the snow is changing, and the dream of breaking my hometown has not come true, so there is no such sound in my hometown. The wind of the four seasons, the Seven Methods of the Long March (Mao Zedong) can thaw the spring breeze, and the Hexi will push the cultivation. The red army is not afraid of the expedition, its skirts are swaying, flowers are blooming, and the spirit is the same. Wanshui Qian Shan is just idle. Vegetation in Xia Feng. The lotus fragrance on the other side smells good. Wumeng walks in the mud ball. Autumn wind mingles with autumn rain, and the night is cool. Jinsha 7A686964616FE58685E5AEB931333361303564 The water swatter on the cliff is warm and swishing, dancing with the fallen leaves. Dadu Bridge is cold across the iron cable. Winter wind. The birds are all hidden. After the three armies, all flowers blossom. Yongmei (Mao Zedong), a fortune teller, waved Tao Sha (Liu Yuxi) to send spring home, and snowflakes danced to welcome spring. The Yellow River Wan Li sand in Jiuge is already a cliff full of ice, and there are beautiful flowers. The waves swept from the end of the world. Beauty does not strive for spring, but only reports it. Now go straight to the Milky Way until the flowers bloom. She laughed in the bushes. She went to Penny Weaver's house. Liangzhou Ci (Wang Zhihuan) Shepherd Boy (Lv Yan) The Yellow River is far away among the white clouds, the grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and there is a lonely city, Wan Ren Mountain. The flute makes the evening breeze three or four times. Why should I blame the willow tree? Spring breeze is not enough when you come back from a big meal at dusk. Lie on the moon without taking off your coir. Boating in Anren (Yang Wanli is strange to have an umbrella when there is no rain. The older one hoes the ground in the east of Douxi, and the middle one is weaving a chicken coop. Not to cover your head, but to make the wind. I like children playing hooligans best, and lotus flowers fall on the stream head. 1 month 15 (Wang Anshi), August 15, Tianzhu Temple hangs firecrackers.