Modern poems about mo Xiang

1. A poem with the word "Mo Xiang" should be original. 1. "Ding Chou personally spilled Chen Han's big book in March, which was given by Chen Shan."

Author: Yu

The dragon depicts the starlight of the sun, and the algae in the sky hang down from the square.

For a long time, I have been observing the sacred aggregates on the meridians, and I have also been awarded Zhang Kui to accept instructions.

I believe that I want to see the fairy move, and the shed room is shocked to hear the royal ink.

Confucianism lacks scenery, and it is extraordinary to serve the bedroom.

2. Inscription Painting Pomegranate

Author: anonymous Ming

The golden wind blows the crimson gauze bag, which is scattered and fragrant.

There is little frost and dew on the head of the tree, and there is light in the south branch.

3. "Hanging Li Taibai with a Stone"

Author: Liang Chenyu

Stop to radiate rocks, pour a cup of pepper, and the vegetation still smells the fragrance of calligraphy.

Swallow resigned and whale went to Bai Yunxiang.

He used to sleepwalk in Tianmu Mountain, but tonight he has no soul to go to Yelang.

Looking at Chang 'an in the west, I am disappointed, and Jinchuntang has long been desolate.

4. "Jane Zhang Cheng"

Author: Ju Jie

Lu Jun's seclusion is well known in the water bamboo house in Dongtou, Lintong.

Mo Xiang grinds small copper finches, and Cao Yun weaves stubble.

Shogen, with white head, is bitter, but yellow flowers are close to wine.

Qingshan has its own business. I want to give a banana, but I can't write a book.

5. "Send Shu to a real person"

Author: Ma Zuchang

Goldfinches come to the canopy, and lintan gathers feathers.

Stone is greasy because of stalactites, and pine is poria cocos fertilizer.

Ink pestle, jade cloth emblem repair.

The sky is low and the latitude is near, and the sun is near glory.

Bamboo is very large in diameter, and the pool is covered with small leaves.

The red fan is wrong, and the green fan surrounds the water.

Fairy apricot blossom red, flat peach calyx scissors.

When the dragon comes, he stays alone, but when the crane goes, he knows better.

Avoid cutting bees first and fly with a book in your hand.

The ancestral hall was thundered, and the spirit flag was pulled by ghosts.

The whole side is bitter, but the copper blackboard newspaper is not exposed.

Laity needs knowledge, and poets depend on each other.

I will rest every day, and I will sing and bathe from here.

To eliminate meanness with teachers, Shanwei can still be used.

6. "In Hubei, I didn't want to give anything to poetry. It begins on the eighth day of May 20th in summer. "

Author: York

Changli has been listed as three kings for a long time, and I once kissed Han Moxiang.

Looking back after the farewell, Don Yue Feng was more thoughtful.

2. About this book. Mo Xiang's ancient poem "Send Uncle Chishan in Fuqing" Time: Song Author:, people, little known, wild officials and wild scenery.

Looking at the mountains and water into the eyes of poetry, the years are not embarrassing. Please start with your father-in-law and forget your hometown.

Five years in the Jianghu, a book sleeps, and dreams fall with the south clouds. I also know how to sit singing and grow old, and how many bath pairs are hidden in the south of the pool.

Come if you are lonely, and the stone pond will break the temple. If you don't make up anything, there will be a backlog.

Good and harmony, which comes first, Liaodong battlements face each other from a distance. What's the use of being like an uncle in this life? Politics is like Mo Mu's action.

I was eager to write an article when I was a child, but I haven't joined Cui Caihang today. I am willing to read for three years, and my flesh and blood are full of sorrow.

The roof of the house is fixed above the wall, and the windows are full of Japanese colors and books. At present, I owe my nephew a lot of thoughts, and I am also hanging on the edge of Oyster Mountain.

If you are bored, you will rejuvenate and be treated as vulgar makeup. "Mei Qi Zui Poems Two Rhymes" Time: Song Author: Chen is only busy until dusk, and his heart is long.

Everyone in the world has lost me, and the spring breeze is full of poems and books. "Ji Shen Zan Fu titled Erlu Caotang" Time: Song Author: Wei Zongwu's fallen trees in autumn and the ancient temple in Shasha, as well as the picturesque rain on the emerald screen.

Don Ji has a thousand-year-old book. Who will remember Ji Yun's old tour? Man Ting Farewell Time: Song Author: Farewell, Tang Jinmei day, spring is very luxurious.

Smoke palace candles and fly into the minister's office. Ai Rui drew a halberd in a deep cage, and the birthday girl took a picture with high teeth.

Because I know it, I am proud of hua dan, and the banquet is drunk. Turn the crow.

The new imperial edict was summoned by Wen and announced. Life is better than Fenyang, and grandeur is better than Gonghua.

Looking at the thick purple, elegant book, laurel buds. Mingke's place, on the West Lake Road, meets the martial arts to build a dike.

Professor Yang Shuyu: Song Author: Wei Liaoweng holds a halberd when serving wine, with a graceful demeanor and clear eyes. If you are willing to do English clipping, you should take Fang to edit and read books.

The jade leans against the edge, and the beads move steeply. Don't hate cars without horns when you come. Purple Fengxiang is suspicious on the cloud.

"Gifts for Apocalypse's Friends and Brothers" Year: Song Author: Singing an arrow is true, and the baby is determined to be unforgettable for a long time. Don't be like your children, you are arrogant when you make friends with them.

The border town is thousands of miles away, and the eagle is pale at arm. Berger still drove Lu Han crazy, and quail went to court at dusk.

Yu Yong is still strong enough to swallow the stubborn Qiang. Who says Gu Shengzu is a scholar? When he is in full bloom, he will feed food from a distance.

Water was transported from Changchuan to Deng Gang, and the bow was hung on the bed. Shielded into the next array card, Tianma animal trainer put on armor.

After the surrender, the city god was built and repaired at the expense of the cutter head. Thirty-six will be young, so the environment can let him die.

Rewelding son is quite conceited when compensation, and the situation is more than the armory. Only my son's hometown and friends are stable and self-sufficient.

I am more eager to whip my head, but I am like Shang Bo. When I saw Zhang Zifang in Han Dynasty, I was only six feet old.

Achievement depends on the sun and the moon, and a roll of plain books meets yellow first. From time to time, the thief broke the jade book, and the envoys came to the west one after another, and the ministers called it Shouzhi.

The swan flew in one fell swoop, and the time should not be over yet. Don't put up with some temple cream.

The young son of heaven sat on the throne, spoiling him and ignoring Zhuang. Although I was not busy during my stay, I got my first chance to visit the walls of Fu.

In the suburbs, the old man was greeted with pot pulp, and he went to the hospital at that time. An ancient poem about "Mo Xiang": "Li Huiyang, who won the second prize in the book forest, made two pictures"-(Song Sushi) I didn't see any dregs singing about the Acropolis, and the old man was several meters empty.

Long Mian only knows what he is doing with his heart, and draws an unexpected sound of sunshine. Two new pictures of Bao Mo Xiang, singing Xiao solo in front of the bottle.

Translate it into a guide to your return, don't learn your heart. A bird's-eye view of the blue waves from the window of the dark clouds in Title of Wang Tengge (Wen Tianxiang, Southern Song Dynasty) still carries the fragrance of calligraphy in the Tang Dynasty.

At four o'clock in the sun and moon, the ecliptic is wide and the mountains and rivers are long. Where is the return air? Who will sail alone in freezing rain?

Looking back on this decade of wandering, the new willow in front of the pavilion has already taken place. The True Face of Lushan Mountain (Yu Juan Ji) is a dry song with a beautiful front.

Lan Qi's clothes turned into purple mist, and the ink-scented walls were covered with moss. Bai Ying cleaned the empty platform.

Jiang Haike, visit more if you want. Where are the fog and clouds? When will the wind and Chun Xue come?

The crane wings are nine autumn.

3. The sentence describing the ink fragrance of calligraphy 1, such as the breeze on the sleeve, will be in your arms tomorrow.

2, the sound of silence, the invisible phase.

3, academic classics, all from the heart, their hearts are not right, it is evil. Liu Gongquan said: the heart is right and the pen is right.

4, so the book is also, the heart is also; Writer, writing also.

5. Books originate from nature.

6, the book is still clear and thick, clear and thick must be heart-oriented. Otherwise, this book is not obscure, but it is only a portrayal of others.

7. People's appearance is ugly, but the attitude of gentlemen and villains can't be concealed, words are argumentative, and the anger of gentlemen and villains can't be deceived. Books are clumsy, but the hearts of gentlemen and villains should not be confused.

8. The person who represents the product has an aboveboard outline outside the pen and ink.

9. Mortals have different qi and blood and different bones and muscles. The heart is dense, the hand is skillful, and the book is ugly in the heart.

10, the rule of one word at a time, one word is the last one.

1 1, pen drawing, the swan flies high, it is elegant.

12, the ancients said: first, we must be noble in character, and second, we must learn from the ancients. This is the law of books. Scholars know, so when you are familiar with your hands, you must cultivate virtue before you can be familiar with your body. Virtue is familiar to the body and the book is in hand, so it is a book.

13, writer, Yingjie, other things, the urgency of the article is also. Although it is like this, we can learn from the good and the bad, but there are many good ones and few bad ones, and it is not a problem that all the bad ones are rejected!

14, the characters should be bones, the meat should be covered with tendons, the tendons should hide the meat, and the stickers should be beautiful and moist.

15, lofty calligraphy and painting, first character, excellent quality. Everyone not only values their own pen and ink, but also respects others.

16, outstanding body image, extraordinary today. The pearls are shattered and the tassels are fluttering.

4. Modern poetry about reading 1, read by: Zhu Xi Modern sat quietly in the library this spring, reading the ups and downs of the past dynasties, reading personal joys and sorrows, reading the joys and sorrows of life, and searching eyes reached every corner of the library, so the field of hope gradually unfolded before her eyes. Is she lying quietly, quietly observing the agreement of our previous lives? Gently wipe off the dust and hold it in your hand. I want to comfort an injured child. Open the home page and write impressively: 1989, someone borrowed yellowed pages to tell the story of the past. What changes is the feeling of reading. Confucius, who sat quietly outside the library this spring, seemed to laugh. Reading Author: In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, you can change the world by listening to songs. You will enter the wild, exotic, sunset, world and world, and you will find your own troubles, and the surrounding walls will suddenly disappear. The world in the book and the world in your heart will be integrated, and the troubles of the characters will drive away their troubles. The tension of the story will replace the tension of reality. Even if you are sad, reading will be like a trip of different lengths. Let yourself be led by words in the spiritual journey. All the way, there was traffic, noise, colorful neon lights, mountains and rivers, and beautiful scenery. This is the happiest parting and the happiest besieged city. Reading is looking in the mirror and watching yourself dance in the maze of words. Even if it is too late to touch the edge, I will be confident and calm, because there is love in my heart, and love is the eternal light of the world. Reading is actually looking for yourself in other people's stories. Our dreams have found too many novelty and strangeness, and there is no regret or sadness. Only open and inclusive, other people's thoughts will blossom and bear fruit, become a bright lamp that can be hung high, and pursue to become a symbol of hope, while sweat is the fire that ignites dreams. Opened pages are vibrating wings that take us through time and space and meet the gods. No speedboat can take us far away, and no horse can cross like a jubilant poem. The more times you travel, the less travel expenses you pay. How frugal and simple is this carriage book carrying the human soul? The book you can't finish reading has never met the ancients or had a long talk with them. In the book, you can feel the fragrance left in the world. 3. About reading —— Written on the 23rd World Reading Day: When the stars shine in the night sky in modern Yan Ge, and when the seeds break out of the ground, I see the dew slipping through the bamboo forest. When the wind rolled down from the paper, thick pages were opened, white clouds floated by, flowers bloomed and floated, and I broke through the left and right of the text to find a fulcrum. I am a slow-witted idiot who always stands at the edge of the book. I have no way to start. It is difficult to get into the hall and let it fall out of the rusty words.

Leaving a hard texture and a vast sea of books, you can reach for a handful of dark blue words. But I refuse to pose, although it can make people deep, or make headlines, regardless of the weight of the book. I am only responsible for inner peace until the dust settles and the rest of the cover world returns to the way it was in the book. Life is just a lost punctuation mark. 4. Read it: Xue Ruifeng Modern Ming:-For the 20 18 World Book Day, there are always some beautiful things that will be inadvertently lost in the busy life and materialistic world. There is always some kindling, which will be temporarily buried in the barren heart in the humid environment and chaotic season. We forgot to study in those years. In this way, I still remember the sound of reading in the classroom in the morning breeze when I was a child, such as grass sprouting, buds blooming like spring breeze blowing through the fields, and orioles singing softly in the deep forest. If you live with a poetry book, it is a picture of human fireworks. It's a ballad sung lightly. Even if you are afraid of wandering in other places, you will always have a place to live today. You posted a book in this world. Freedom will come to you in April, happiness will come to you, and those impetuous and humble people who are still pestering you will kneel before you. 5. If you read a book, the author: Shi Bi gave a modern first reading, I don't know the meaning of this book. Re-reading means that the people in the book don't know themselves. If you read it, you will be noble, and it goes without saying. Elegant, light a bean lamp, warm a pot of old wine, hold a roll of poetry, and taste a beautiful article. Reading a good book is just to keep inner peace. Reading a good book is only to fill the inner enrichment. Reading makes you noble, because your temperament hides the books you have read and the road you have traveled, accompanied by silence, separated from the noisy city. The combination of writing, pen and ink and book, the twists and turns of emotion and spirit, freely sang into this square inch, forgetting the secular and secular dust. Only academic reading is the most intoxicating.

5. The sentence describing the ink fragrance of calligraphy 1, such as the breeze on the sleeve, will be in your arms tomorrow.

2, the sound of silence, the invisible phase. 3, academic classics, all from the heart, their hearts are not right, it is evil.

Liu Gongquan said: the heart is right and the pen is right. 4, so the book is also, the heart is also; Writer, writing also.

5. Books originate from nature. 6, the book is still clear and thick, clear and thick must be heart-oriented.

Otherwise, this book is not obscure, but it is only a portrayal of others. 7. People's appearance is ugly, but the attitude of gentlemen and villains can't be concealed, words are argumentative, and the anger of gentlemen and villains can't be deceived.

Books are clumsy, but the hearts of gentlemen and villains should not be confused. 8. The person who represents the product has an aboveboard outline outside the pen and ink.

9. Mortals have different qi and blood and different bones and muscles. The heart is dense, the hand is skillful, and the book is ugly in the heart.

10, the rule of one word at a time, one word is the last one. 1 1, pen drawing, the swan flies high, it is elegant.

12, the ancients said: first, we must be noble in character, and second, we must learn from the ancients. This is the law of books. Scholars know, so when you are familiar with your hands, you must cultivate virtue before you can be familiar with your body. Virtue is familiar to the body and the book is in hand, so it is a book.

13, writer, Yingjie, other things, the urgency of the article is also. Although it is like this, we can learn from the good and the bad, but there are many good ones and few bad ones, and it is not a problem that all the bad ones are rejected! 14, the characters should be bones, the meat should be covered with tendons, the tendons should hide the meat, and the stickers should be beautiful and moist.

15, lofty calligraphy and painting, first character, excellent quality. Everyone not only values their own pen and ink, but also respects others. 16, outstanding body image, extraordinary today.

The pearls are shattered and the tassels are fluttering.

6. Seek aesthetic classical modern poetry, and look back on ancient poetry. South of the Yangtze river

My sky is raining again, like a water town, wet and cold.

A girl without a paper umbrella, carefree rain lane, endless hesitation.

I looked down at the village. The fishing song was late and the boat was burnt yellow.

Occasionally, there were a few jingles, and the smoke drifted away with the river.

When you are half drunk, you can return to the piano, and your fingertips are flicked and melodious.

Misty rain is like fog on a ship, splashing ink on the south of the Yangtze River, and my thoughts are wandering.

Then pour a bottle of wine, sing and drink, sing and sing.

Send Greek far away, and forget it, the ink is full of rivers.

Millennium. butterfly

Make your life full of flowers.

Flying alone in the moonlight

Thousands of years of loneliness have gradually forgotten frivolity.

Watch quietly in reincarnation

Whenever the sun shines on my wings

Always shining beyond the world.

Whenever the night passes by me.

Tears glistened on the face like a flower.

I stopped at the branch and smiled at the vicissitudes of life.

Look at a pot of turbid wine and drink it instead.

Before the Buddha, I took off my clothes for thousands of years.

In exchange for a trip with you in this life.

7. Zanmo's ancient poems are fragrant, inky and bookish. Title: Shi Tian Dating: Tang Author: Lutong Style: Miscellaneous Content: Bitter and heartless, calling people's hoofs. I am ashamed and angry, but I care for myself, and I am dying for my life ... just like an old crow smearing poetry books. My father pities my mother, but he laughs silly. It's not enough to stay up until dawn. A bowl of tea starts at sunrise. It's hard to spend an hour. Title: New Year's 70s: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Lu You Content:-I have lost my creation, and I have reached the point of pitching. I'd rather know how to humiliate my bow and help my tired people go to their hometown. I don't know how to repay my gratitude, but I feel my arms are empty. It's hard to see the heaven, and I also accept mustard. I carry a poem bag with me, supplemented by two medicines. How can I get thanks again?

8. Modern poems about reading miss me and remind you that you won't forget what you told me? I cherish them all, too. For us, memory is an indelible day-it will never turn yellow. When we are together, it is always short. When we look forward to it, it's always a long time. How many shiny lines did the stream pick up? If you want to miss me, look at the twinkling stars in the sky. My eyes are on you-the back of light is always simple, the back of scenery is always young, and youth is a clear back. It is always subtle and subtle. This is a kind of charm. The back is always lonely and unforgettable. However, I prefer to let others admit that as long as there is nothing wrong with the road, fame and fortune have always been flowers and shackles. No matter what the ending becomes, there will inevitably be an eternal happiness in the process of flowing. Although I sometimes pray for a moment to make my life brilliant, I prefer to keep my mind quiet and indifferent. I know that happiness is the post of life, and pain is the voyage of life. I know that the best gift is to send you a quiet sky when you are in a heavy mood. You will be confused and awake in the dead of night. You will feel a pair of warm eyes. I know that when you dry the tears on your cheeks, you will smile brightly. I will say to you gently, let's go. Look, Sophora japonica is fragrant and the moonlight is bright. Traveling to distant places has a temptation for us, either beautiful or legendary. Even if the distant scenery is not satisfactory, we don't need to care, because this is really a fascinating mistake. Looking up is spring, looking down is autumn, and all happiness will follow you. It's a full moon, a lack of it, and a poetic wish-write a birthday to a friend because of your arrival. The sky turned into a beautiful day, and since then, the world has added a touch of attractive color, and the painting screen in my memory has also added many beautiful memories. My dear friend, please accept my deep blessing. May all the joy accompany you to a distant place, a familiar place without scenery. If talent is not recognized, it is better to accumulate strength through persistence than curse. There is no curse. It will only dim the original light, and the spirit of the tree will be lost in the dim light. What's more, floating clouds float, floating clouds float. Since no one knows the stars today, why not make a bright moon tomorrow? If life is not generous enough, we don't have to be stingy with returns. Why should we be careful, give and get as much as possible? If we can be generous, why should we look obscene? If you can be chic, why choose? Choosing loneliness is a kind of satisfaction and giving is a kind of happiness. How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring. How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to hold a wave, but you gave me the whole ocean. How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to pick a red leaf, but you gave me the whole maple forest. How can I thank you? I want to kiss a snowflake, but you gave me a silver world. I go boating to the moon. Please don't blame me for living alone sometimes. It takes courage to know loneliness. Don't think that just because the flag is flying in front, there will be my footsteps behind. I don't worship what I don't understand. I rowed the boat to the moon, connecting pursuit with independence, connecting life with freedom, as long as tomorrow is here and spring is here. I won't be sad now, even if the night devours everything, the sun can still come back, as long as my life is still there. Even if I am trapped in the vast desert, where there is an oasis of hope, I will not be sad as long as I am still there tomorrow. Winter snow will eventually melt quietly, and spring thunder will surely roll in. When my will falls, my life will no longer stand upright. How can I stand the bleak autumn leaves and the evening breeze coming, with my head down just to lift my heart? Only when there is an unyielding soul under your feet can there be a solid land. Wherever you go, there will be countless pairs of eyes following you. We know ourselves from others. Good luck. Spring is not over yet, but I feel that spring is easy to get old and time is flowing. Are you willing to fate like wormwood? Colorful colors make your brain dizzy and indifferent. Life may be a good medicine. You shouldn't be content with poverty, but how can you ruin everything without a little lofty and withered character? Good luck. May your heart be as good as luck. Withered flowers are your life in spring. Why did I see Frost Leaf's face just because that beautiful mirror broke your attachment and lingered in your dream for a long time? Since you can't reach out and hold the moon in the water, it's not just yesterday that has become a memory and commemoration of life. There is a colorful dying flower-not the promise of spring. Don't believe too much that commitment is a pine cone made by time. Although wonderful, who can guarantee that it will not be defeated by the season and fight for its own destiny? Mastering your own life is your own drawing board. Why do you have to rely on others to paint and choose your own path? You still can't see the scenery. I can't see the scenery Your heart is bitter and confused. A ship without sails is better than death. Sail without compass, you can only wander around. If you are a fish, don't be infatuated with the sky. If you are a bird, don't stand up for your friends, you won't fall down. What's more, we will go to the waves. This is a memorial to trace the end of the world. It is a warm flower, which can discover what the sun, the moon and the stars are trekking in spring, autumn, winter and summer. We just walk hand in hand. You said that when you see the sea, you will laugh comfortably. Yes, yes, our laughter can hold the clouds, but I don't know if it will be tears when we want to laugh. How did a flowering tree (Xi Murong) let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been chanting in front of the Buddha for 500 years, so that we can form a dusty Buddha, so I became a tree, growing in the sun along the only way you have to go, which is my hope in my previous life. Please listen carefully when you come near. Trembling leaves are my passion for waiting, when you finally. I walked past my friend who fell behind you. Those are not petals. That's my withered homesickness (Xi Murong). The song of my hometown is a Qingyuan flute. It always rings on a moonlit night, but my hometown's face is a vague disappointment, like waves in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings. Youth without complaint (Xi Murong) If you fall in love with someone when you are young, please.