What are ten ancient poems with beautiful artistic conception?

-Li Qingzhao

Red lotus root is fragrant and jade is lingering in autumn. I can untie Luo Shang and go to the Dutch boat alone.

Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Hard road

-Li Bai

There are 1000 bottles of sake, 10,000 coins of jade plates.

I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.

I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.

It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety.

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

Invite for a drink

-Li Bai

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?

Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room? Although it is silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .

Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly.

Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me.

What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.

The sober and sage of the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker kept his name.

Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners

Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .

Five flower horses, golden jubilee, give them to boys in exchange for good wine, and I will share with you the sorrow of the ages.

Climb the peak

Du Fu

The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.

After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

Lisi

-Yuan Zhen

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

Seven step poem

-Cao Zhi

Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot.

We are born from the same root. What's the hurry?

Batavia on Yanmenguan Line

Li he

Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold.

In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.

The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.

I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.

Miss each other

When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

The following are all Li Shangyin's:

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Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang Style: Seven Laws Category: Boudoir Love

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

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Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang Dynasty Style: Five Ancient Categories: Unknown

The eight-year-old girl likes to look in the mirror secretly and has been able to raise her eyebrows.

At the age of ten, I went for an outing and imagined the clothes that Lotus made for myself.

I began to learn to play the guzheng at the age of twelve, and the silver nail on my finger has never been pulled out.

At the age of fourteen, she avoided seeing men, even the closest ones. At this time, she may be thinking about when to get married.

At the age of fifteen, she was crying in the spring breeze on the swing, fearing the disappearance of spring.

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Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang School: Seven Laws Category: Unknown

Lingluo of Pteris, thin; Never put off till tomorrow what you can, I chased it late into the night.

It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.

Once lonely and sleepless, I missed candles; But I haven't heard from you until the pomegranate blossoms.

I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river and stay in the southwest.

The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer.

Fairy's life is a dream, if they don't bring lovers into their rooms? .

I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves.

Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.

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Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang School: Seven Laws Category: Unknown

You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.

The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.

The blue candle burns its jade feather lamp, and the musk deer embroiders the hibiscus slightly.

But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.

There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.

Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.

Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .

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Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang School: Seven Laws Category: Unknown

The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.

Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.

Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.

Two songs without titles

Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang School: Seven Laws Category: Unknown

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Where is mourning Zheng? Sakura Lane hangs on the bank of Yangpan.

Will the old woman in the master get married? It will be March and a half during the day.

Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and Tomb-Sweeping Day looks at the same wall.

When Fang Zhan turned to the fifth watch, Liang Yanzi heard a sigh.

Brother Wang visited him with the terrorists and saw that he had a drink, so he mourned for it.

Don't go, because send.

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Fu Xie's family is the last stream of the old line, and now the Song belongs to Tan Lang.

There is no place to hang curtains, so I fall down on the bed when I want to dust.

Ji's teenager is still poor, how can the charming girl on the left expect it?

All diseases are difficult to cure, and the west wind is long in Wan Li.

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The sound of the shadow is pitiful, and the lotus leaf in Yaochi is just a field.

Don't look back at Shaw History, and don't look at Hongya patting her on the shoulder.

The purple phoenix gave Chu Pei a charming title, and the red scales danced wildly to pluck the strings of Hunan.

E Jun watches the boat in the middle of the night, embroidering and burning alone.

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Tanabata came first, and the curtain foil of the new house was still hanging.

The jade wheel shines on the rabbit's first life, and the iron net coral has no branches.

Stop with God in landscape teaching, and write about lovesickness on phoenix paper.

Huang Wu's biography is obviously there, but I don't know.

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It is said that the sepals of Yanmen are green, and last year it was the end of the world.

But after attending the feast like Xiaoshi, I didn't expect to peek at the palace flowers.

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The water is like a jade chain, and the next Cai Chengwei is in danger.

Red cherries contain snow, and heartbroken voices sing sunshine.

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Acacia can be helpless during the day, and Yancheng will pass by on a clear night.

I only know that spring comes sparsely, but I don't know that spring comes alone.

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At dusk, I want to go to the high-rise building alone, and the cross lovers on the stairs don't come, and the crescent moon is like a hook.

Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.

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Hideteru high-rise building in the southeast wind, people in where will you go sing "Shizhou".

Even if Mei likes Chunshan and Chunshan likes Mei, I don't know how sad it is.

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Thick wicker covered in smoke, every branch is unwilling to leave, and thousands of branches wipe the sunset in the twilight.

Take a break and report to pedestrians, leaving half to see them off and half to welcome them back.

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The unrest in Wan Li,

Looking back is even more ridiculous.

Bijiang land has no yuan,

Huang Hesha also stayed here less.

Virtue and death will eventually be reported to God,

Yicheng town hengqiu.

Is life long and meaningless?

Nostalgia grows old.

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The white road lingers in the dusk, hissing away the seven fragrant cars.

Who laughs at the spring breeze? One hundred thousand houses in Yangcheng are wasted.

It's late spring, and the night is temporarily dry.

The sound of the building will be timid and the curtain will be difficult to dry.

I am ashamed to be in the swallow, and I am ashamed to be in the mirror.

Back to the small pond, Huaxing sent a treasure saddle.

According to Liang Chu, sentient beings are famous for their water.

Skirts are smaller than hibiscus and hair is lighter than jade.

The brocade book is solemn, and the eyebrows are fine.

Don't play chess nearby, the center is the most uneven.

You tirelessly repay others, and you are invited in autumn and summer.

Zhu Bi turned to look down, and the water was clear and lonely.

The exposed flowers are always wet, and the wind and butterflies are strong and charming.

If you join hands here, you are not talking to yourself.

The purple fairy is a treasure lamp, and the cloud slurry has not been drunk into ice.

How to create a bright night in a snowy month, especially on the twelfth floor of Yaotai.

Deep affection, lingering thoughts.