Li Bai's poems (Li Bai's poems)

Mud alone, muddy water can't see the moon

Look at the moon, but there are no pedestrians in the water.

Vietnamese birds come from the south, and Hu Ying also goes through the north.

I want to bow and shoot into the sky, but I regret that I have lost my way.

Fallen leaves do not belong to trees, but fall with the wind.

Guests have nothing to trust, and worries are the same.

Luo Wei opened the book as if someone were opening it.

The bright moon goes straight in, with no intention of guessing.

The male sword hanging on the wall will always grow bright.

Constant rhinoceros, embroidered with astringent moss.

How to become famous when the national humiliation is not over?

Vultures dream, regardless of kites.

You punch, Peng Jiutian.

Li Bai in the Song of the Deer

Dapeng spreads its wings and flies in all directions. This kind of transit and destruction is not powerful. The extra wind can inspire me forever, and I can swim in the east, hanging on my left sleeve.

Later generations have to say, Zhong Ni is dead, who can cry for my death.

Li Bai in Sun Yixing's inscription.

The son of heaven thinks that Mao zai, heaven supports talent.

Lang ran clear autumn moon, reflecting five sets alone.

Put pen to paper to embroider, wield a knife to shake the wind and thunder.

Although it is a hundred miles, Peng Heng looks at three. Food returns to foreign affairs, and the piano hall opens the mountain.

The green water is quiet, and the white clouds sometimes come.

The river is rich in algae, and Pengze is famous for its cups.

What you hate but can't see is like looking back.

Yuan evil was terrible in those days, and people were exhausted.

There is no live scale in Sichuan, and it is a rare old man.

Swear to be ashamed of snow, and you will run to Wanling Road.

Subfacies elements are heavy, and the blade should be mulberry forest.

It's exciting to sit alone. God has melted.

String songs are fresh and rational, and the music is intoxicating.

If the government kills the horse, the bird will return.

Pot pulp is waiting for you, get together to dance and sing.

The farmer abandoned the bamboo hat and the silkworm girl lost her tassel.

Smile and congratulate each other, and you will know how much you love.

I heard from my career that you are the best.

It is a state of harmony, which is famous beyond the Three Rivers.

Magnificent festivals pass through the clouds and the square is as big as it is.

Can change customs, warm and hospitable.

One day, I will travel, so I will come to Yan Guang.

Give Xuancheng Zhao satrap.

Zhao Wuxu got a treasure and made great contributions to the Prince.

3000 hall guests, inside and outside the plain.

The six countries raise the breeze, and the British sound is deafening.

After you became the Great Sage, you inherited the great cause of your ancestors and came to the south of Xuancheng Prefecture to become the governor of Huzhu.

Your grandchildren are like lush trees and dragons, intertwined for thousands of years.

Dragons give birth to dragons, and there is no grass under the ancient pine branches, which is full of fragrant orchids.

When I was in Nanyang, I was indebted to you for your kindness to our men.

You used to be an imperial adviser, and you were stripped of the imperial examination show.

I often write proposals with Bai Bi, and I have also been to the north to chase ghosts.

In Tianbeimen, the air of the three armed forces with axes is as heavy as snow.

You have been the governor of two places before and after, rippling with the osprey again.

I burned incense, entered the emperor's Lantai, and drafted the documents of Yan Fangquan.

The emperor once valued my assistant Shi, and I was like an eagle flying high.

My name is all over the cloth, such as trademark piercing, to be strong and unyielding.

Obviously higher than Lin, but suffocating, although suffocating, my quality is more obvious.

You were the governor of three counties, and wherever you went, the wicked fled from the wind.

And I, like the Stork of the Guard, have Che Xuan of Wei Yigong, and made mistakes.

Self-mockery is like wearing a surname's shoes, with uppers and no soles. In embarrassment, people facing the white fox fur coat can't help but feel ashamed.

When I have leisure, I tread on bamboo and write poems, and I study them carefully and forget the time of day and night.

Gaunt and ugly, what's the point?

The old cow pulls the old cart, and the thin horse drives the two carts.

May the sun shine on me and illuminate the darkness under the blessed basin.

Heroes are born in troubled times, and the sea does not oscillate. How can Dapeng fly high? I expect you to live taller every day and lend you the east wind.

Tiantai Wang Xiao Li Bai

Tiantai Mountain is adjacent to Siming Mountain, the top of which is the highest peak in the country.

The red cliff of Chicheng Mountain is like a stone shadow entering Zhumen, and the bright moon of Cangdao is like perching on the top of the mountain.

Climb a long telescope and you can see the boundless sea in the vast sea.

The clouds in the sky are like the wings of Dapeng, and the big whales in the sea swim with the waves. The waves chased the whirlwind and surged, and the gods and monsters fought like lightning.

Seeing this strange scenery, I can't find the trace of the gods, and my mind is hard to calm down.

Climb branches, pick red fruits, burn a fiery furnace to refine Dan medicine, and go to the golden bone.

Andrew gives birth to feathers, and a thousand springs lie on the canopy.

2. Poetry praises Li Bai and sends Li Twelve White and Twenty Rhymes.

Don du fu

There used to be fanatics, nicknamed immortal. Put pen to paper shocks the wind and rain, and poetry becomes tears.

Since then, fame has never spread. The talent of literature is extraordinary, and it will spread unparalleled.

The dragon boat moves late, and the beast gets a new robe. Come to the deep temple during the day, and Qingyun will follow suit.

Begging for the best, making promises and meeting my relatives. I have not lost my ambition to live in seclusion, and I feel humiliated.

The play is about cherishing the wild and drinking childish. Drunk dancing in Liangyuan Night, singing in Surabaya Spring.

You have no neighbors only if you are proud and don't show your heart. Chu Shi and Mi Heng are handsome, and Yuan Xian's students are poor.

When the rice is not full, the tears of barley will hurt you. Wuling Yan steamed the land, and the three dangers exiled the minister.

A few years ago, I was killed by an ostrich, and I cried to Kirin alone. Su Wu returned to Han first, and it doesn't matter if Huang Gong went to Qin.

Chu Yan gave a speech that day, and Liang Prison wrote a letter. The existing laws have been used. Who will explain this?

Autumn moon sings old songs, and I am sick at dusk. Don't blame Bourne, use it and care about it.

3. Sentences describing Li Bai's poems [to Li Bai] Du Fu

During my two years in Dongtu, the witty things I experienced were the most annoying. I am a rural resident, but I don't eat smelly beef and mutton, even coarse grains are not enough.

Can't I eat a clean meal and make a better-looking face? I think the most difficult thing is the lack of elixir. In this deep forest, it seems to be swept with a broom, and there is not even a trace of medicine.

You, a famous person in the imperial court, escaped from the Golden Horse Gate and went alone to find the secret. I'm leaving Dongducheng to visit Song Liang, and I'll definitely visit you then.

"Spring Memories of Li Bai" Du Fu

Li Bai's poems are unparalleled, and his superb creativity is far beyond ordinary people. Li Bai's poems are the fresh wind of Yu Xin's poems and the backbone of Jun Zai's works.

Now, I am alone on the spring tree in Weibei, and you are on each side of the sun, sunset and sky in the southeast, and you can only miss. When is the toast, weight and details?

"There is Li Bai in winter" Du Fu

In my lonely study, I always think alone. Look for more biographies of Jiashu, and don't forget the poems of Jiaogong.

A short brown wind and frost came in, but it was still late. It was not a whim that led to the Lumen period.

4. Describe Xu Jun, Li Bai's poem Li Bai.

A man of character, a fairy, a poet, a wine saint, all his life.

What will happen in Kaiyuan will remain immortal.

1. Memories of Li Bai in Du Fu in Spring

Li Bai's poems are unparalleled, and his superb creativity is far beyond ordinary people.

Fresh Geng Kaifu, Jun Yibao joined the army.

Now, I am alone on the spring tree in Weibei, and you are on each side of the sun, sunset and sky in the southeast, and you can only miss.

When can we have another drink and discuss our poems?

2. Du Fu, the song of the Eight Immortals in drinking

Li Bai wrote a hundred poems in a bucket and went to sleep in a restaurant in Chang 'an.

The son of heaven didn't get on the boat, calling himself Brewmaster.

3. To Li Bai and Du Fu

During my two years in Dongtu, the witty things I experienced were the most annoying.

Barbarians are often not satisfied with the smell of fish and vegetables.

Is there no green rice to make my color look good?

I think the most difficult thing is the lack of elixir. In this deep forest, it seems to be swept with a broom, and there is not even a trace of medicine.

You, a famous person in the imperial court, escaped from the Golden Horse Gate and went alone to find the secret.

I'm leaving Dongducheng to visit Song Liang, and I'll definitely visit you then.

4. Li Bais Tomb Bai Juyi

Quarrying Li Bai's grave by the river, endless grass around the field.

Poor spring bones, there have been earth-shattering articles.

As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.

5. Wei Zhuang passes through Li Bais Tomb.

Yelang died drunk in this river before he was old.

The funeral ceremony is official, and the poem is incomplete.

The devil is going to Shu, and Xiao Jie is not a wise man.

There is no sin in the body, but the grave burns like wildfire.

5. Du Fu praised Li Bai's poem 1. Li Bai returns in spring.

Du Fu

Li Bai's poems are unparalleled, and his superb creativity is far beyond ordinary people.

Li Bai's poems are the fresh wind of Yu Xin's poems and the backbone of Jun Zai's works.

Now, I am alone on the spring tree in Weibei, and you are on each side of the sun, sunset and sky in the southeast, and you can only miss.

When can we have another drink and discuss our poems?

2. Drinking the Eight Immortals Song: Li Bai is one of the eight great praises.

Zhang Zhi rode a horse like a boat. He fell asleep in the well.

Ruyang has three fights in the sky, and the road is salivating at the corner of the car.

I wish I could not move the capital to Jiuquan. It takes thousands of dollars for Zuo Xiang to get rich.

Drinking is like a whale sucking a hundred rivers, and a cup of music is called avoiding the virtuous.

Zong Zhi's handsome and beautiful boy looked up at the sky with white eyes.

As bright as Yushu before the wind. Embroidered Buddha for a long time before Su Jinzhai,

When you are drunk, you often love to escape Zen. Li Bai has a hundred poems,

Chang 'an went to the inn to sleep, but the son of heaven called him not to get on the boat.

Call myself Brewmaster. Three cups of grass in Zhang Xu,

Before taking off his hat and revealing the top of the maharaja, he waved a piece of paper like a cloud.

Jiao Sui's five fights were outstanding, and Kan Kan talked about it, which surprised four banquets.

6. About Li Bai's classic poem 1, the most desolate scenery description poem: how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and entered the ocean, never to return.

2. The most confident poem: I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, come back! ! 3, the most arrogant and unruly poem: Laughing and going out, my generation is Artemisia! 4. The most helpless poem: The road is long, but it's Xiu Yuan. 5. The most popular sad poem: But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, it is even more sad to raise a glass.

(Gu Long's favorite quote) 6. The most subtle landscape description poem: the clouds are dark and the rain is dark, and the stream is light and foggy. 7. Poetry has become a classic idiom: one person's strength is above ten thousand people.

8. The most soul-stirring landscape description poem: It flies down three thousands of feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days. 9. The most tearful poem: It's embarrassing to drift away, and I can't eat it after three thanks.

10, China people are most familiar with the most classic poem: My foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

1 1, the most lyrical poem: Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun. 12, the most embarrassing poem: ask Yu why he lives in the blue mountain and laugh without answering his heart.

Peach blossoms are opening, and it is another world. 13, the most romantic and affectionate poem: I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.

14, the purest poem: When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. 15, the most melancholy poem: the grass in your north is as blue as jade, and the mulberries here are bent into moss.

When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. 16, the most heroic poem: ah, how can I solemnly bow and scrape to those high officials who will never be seen with sincere faces! 17, the richest poem: spinning a thousand pieces of silver, all back! .

18, The Most Killing Poem: Xiangyun Paixiao Array, Killing He Changhong. 19, the most chic poem: The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his heart.

20. The noblest poem: Luo Wei curled up, as if someone was opening, and the moon was straight in, with no intention of guessing. 2 1, the poem that most violates the party's ethnic policy and is not conducive to building a harmonious society: the enemy can be destroyed, the head can be destroyed, and the intestines are involved in blood.

Hanging in the sky, with beard and purple plug buried. Hu Wuming, Han Daochang.

22. The poem that we changed badly: Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard the cry for help in the water and jumped with a splash. He picked it up and saw that it was Wang Lun. 23. The noblest and most self-rewarding poem: whitewashing the pipa.

24. The most ambitious poem: The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky. In the infinite haze of the sea of clouds, the wind blows through Yumenguan from thousands of miles away. 25. The most artistic poem-Lanling is full of wine and nectar, and the jade bowl is full of amber light.

But it's not just a foreign land that intoxicated the host. 26. The most carefree poem-Li Bai's drinking poem 100, sleeping in a restaurant in Chang 'an.

The son of heaven didn't get on the boat and claimed that I was Brewmaster! 27. The bleakest poem: the west wind setting the sun, the tomb of the Han family. 28. The most helpless poem: Friends in the circle of friends take time off, and jade is empty.

(Otherwise, there is a saying, "The scenery is not good at present, and Cui Hao writes poems on it.". 29. The most backbone poem: Swear not to bow down to serve the powerful, and those who suffer losses will never show an honest face.

30. The most obscene poem: The beauty is coming, and the eyes are full of flowers. When a beauty goes, she stays on the bed, and the embroidery on the bed is not rolled up. It has been fragrant for three years. People don't come until the fragrance goes out.

Acacia yellow leaves fall, white dew moss. 3 1, the fastest poem: ten steps to kill one person, a thousand miles to stay! 32. The poem most in line with Jin Yong's setting: three cups of spit promises, five mountains are light. 33. The most free and easy poem: Two people blossom in the mountains, one cup after another.

I'm so drunk that I'm going to sleep. Ming Dynasty is going to play the piano. 34. The most profound poem: The sober man and saint in the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker kept his name.

35. The most affectionate poem: You are a radish grass and your concubine is a dodder flower. A hundred feet away, lingering into a family. 36. The most philosophical poem: Today people don't see Gu Yue, but this month they took photos of the ancients.

The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon. 37. The simplest poem: The fire shines on the heavens and the earth, and the red star is in chaos.

On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley. 38. The most lovesick poem: autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright.

When the fallen leaves gather and disperse, Western jackdaw in the west will be surprised, and lovesickness will know when to meet. At this time, this night is embarrassing! 39. The most exquisite landscape description poem: Clouds are dark because of rain, and streams are light because of fog. 40. The most heroic poem: One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea.

("It should be that the fairy got drunk and smashed the white clouds." The sentence is also heroic enough) 4 1, the most tearful poem: It's a pity that you are drifting away from your mother, and you can't eat it after three thanks.

42. The most fascinating poem: I pulled out my dagger, and I peeped in four directions in vain. (seems to want to cut people? ) .43. The most error-prone poem: But for a period of time, I still had these friends, which made me happy at the end of spring.

44. Poetry has become the most classic idiom: one person's strength is above ten thousand people. 45. The saddest poem: From from a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone. No one is with me.

46. The most stretching poem: "The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river winds through the wilderness". (Much like Du Fu's "The stars come down from the clearing and the moon comes up from the river". Hu Yinglin in Ming Dynasty seems to have compared these two sentences and thought that Du Fu's poems were "too strong" and slightly inferior to Shi Li.

I personally prefer the phrase "the mountain is flat and primitive, and the river winds through the wilderness". ) 47. I like Li Bai's poem best: a strong woman in the business world doesn't know how to forget her country and hate her, and wants to sing "Flowers in the backyard cross the river".

48. The most spectacular poem: I climbed to the top. I look around the world, and the vast rivers are gone forever. The sky is grey and windy, and the river flows like a snow-capped mountain.

49. My favorite poem: Let me sing a song for you! Please listen to me. 50. The most generous poem: five flowers, a golden jubilee, hand-delivered to teenagers, in exchange for good wine.

7. About Li Bai's beautiful poems, it is best that the whole poem enters the wine age. Author: Tang Author: Li Bai's genre: Yue Fu Jun did not see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and into the ocean, and it never came back.

Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still 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, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! . Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! .

What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! . Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.

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, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow. The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.

Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in. I have come from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

-Du Fu: Going up the mountain.