What ancient poems describe "reflection"?

Tang gaopian

Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond.

The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.

The trees are lush and dark, the summer is long, and the reflection of the balcony is reflected in the pond. The water curtain shakes and the breeze blows, and the roses are full of fragrance.

The second rhyme Lu Yuanri

Wang Ming Shouren

The sunset in the city will be different from the snow outside the city.

I also know what creation means. The most fundamental thing is that people are suffering.

The reflection on the balcony of Baifu, the cold sound of pine and bamboo in the Maozi.

The cloth is neither sad nor stiff, and there are as many elements as the morning light.

There is a sunset in the city and it snows outside the city. Ten miles apart, but the weather is different. Do you know what the creator thinks? Is the suffering in people's hearts really not erased? Master Yu's balcony is reflected in the water, and the cold information comes from the pine and bamboo in the hut. Don't worry about sleeping in a cloth quilt. A little more patience will always wait until dawn.

Watching the moon in Jinshan, the head of the water tune

Zhang Song Xiaoxiang

Jiangshan is beautiful and the wind is cold. Send a message to Sister Yue and lend me a jade mirror to look at. The fish and dragons in the valley cry sadly, and the movie stars shake, and the sea and sky are long at night. There is a shortage of silver, and it is dangerous to stay in Zijinshan. ?

The table is independent, the fee is lower, and the cloud crown is cut. Wash away the ice and snow and regard Wan Li as a dime. Looking back at Sanshan, I heard that the immortal laughed at me and asked me to return everything. Wave away, the phoenix is more beautiful.

The mountains and rivers are so magnificent, the dew is rolling, the breeze is blowing gently, and I feel a little chilly. Make the sound of the moon. Can you lend me a mirror to show me the beautiful scenery under the moon? The ichthyosaurs in the deep valley have been singing for a long time, and the stars reflected on the water are shaking with the microwave. The mist on the sea filled the night for a long time. Seen from a distance, the buildings on the Purple Mountain in the moonlight are like the Crystal Palace in tapiscia sinensis. Take Fei Xia as Yu Pei, wearing a high crown and overlooking the earth independently. The moonlight is as white as ice and snow, the shining earth is bright and transparent, and the scenery thousands of miles away can be clearly seen. Looking back at the Three Gods Mountain on the sea, it seems that all the immortals are smiling at me and inviting me to travel with them. Riding a phoenix bird, driving a carriage with phoenix feathers, waving and leaving.

Evening photo of Liang Zhu Xiao Yu Chu Qing

short for Shenyang/a surname

The rain stopped long ago, the clouds cleared away, and the sunset shone in the yard. Beautiful tower, lotus pond in reflection. The breeze is blowing gently, Yang Liuyi. Countless young and gentle sharp horns, like jade tin.

In such a garden, the scenery is beautiful. Wandering back, not in the mood to enjoy pleasure. Sitting alone at dusk, no one in the courtyard. Melancholy is the sadness in my heart, but also the grace of the old man.

At the beginning of the light rain, the clouds stopped and the sunset shone in the courtyard. The reflections in the golden pagoda and the lotus pond are now present. The breeze blows gently, and the willows are reluctant. Countless delicate lotus flowers have sharp horns, like green cymbals. Such a garden has infinite beauty. Returning from wandering, I am not in the mood to enjoy this happiness. Sitting alone at dusk, the courtyard is empty. Melancholy, pain and boredom aggravated the haggard of the old man.

Huanxisha, Pinghu Huanshan and Bo Han.

Song Zhangyuangan

Mountains surround Pinghu, shaking the city. The reflection of the lake is soaked in the green hills. Crystal downstairs is working the night shift.

When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are full moon, and the dew lotus turns over the water and flies. The rustle reached the morning.

Continuous mountains surround Pinghu, and the waves are very big, which often shake the city walls. The shadow of the mountain is reflected in the waves of the lake. The mountain is green. It's almost midnight, and the lake is rippling, making it clear as crystal upstairs. Yun Zheyue in the sky, willow dark as fog. When the lotus leaves with dewdrops are turned, the water shines like fireflies. Scattered with gray and loose hair, stay quietly until dawn.