Poems written in ancient Chinese poetry are static and dynamic.

Bai Juyi

This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.

It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.

Ruruoye creek

Wang Ji

What's average? Empty water.

The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water.

The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual.

This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad.

Ruruoye creek

Cui Hao

What happened to the canoe? Already in Yunlin.

Sitting among fish and birds, shaking the mountains and rivers.

The voice in the rock answered, and the words in the stream were quiet.

Everything was quiet and the rest of the scene stopped.

Every snow stays in Furong Mountain.

Liu Changqing

The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.

Xiaofa

Vicki Zhao; zhao Wei

Travel early, and the situation will return to the south.

The moon shadow is at the end of the mountain, and the clock is separated from the reeds.

Stars of fireflies are reflected, leaves are falling and birds are flying.

To cross Nanzhu, the trees are deep and the people are sparse.

Yamashita Hideyoshi

Bai Juyi

Unique mountain hut, quietly facing the moon.

Where there is water, mica sounds at night.

Night berth near Fengqiao

Ji Zhang

The moon is full of birds singing and frost, and Jiang Feng is sleepy.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Stay at the rockfall pavilion and pay tribute to Cui Yonghe and Cui Zhou.

Li shangyin

Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city.

Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.

A berth on the Qinhuai River

Du Mu

Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.

Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

I saw a chest.

bright red

Rain is hidden in Longdong, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.

Look at the bright moon where the white clouds break and smell the fragrance of clothes when the yellow leaves fall.

Topic Li Ning lives in seclusion.

Dao Jia

Living leisurely here, few neighbors come, and the overgrown path leads to the wilderness.

Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door.

Walking across this bridge, you can see the charming scenery of Ye Yuan, and the feet of clouds seem to be moving on the floating rocks.

I will leave here for a while, but I will come back and retire with my friends on the appointed date.

Niaomingjian

Wang Wei

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Sudeshe in early autumn

Cao Ye

The grass is thin and fluorescent, and the mountains are long and the maple trees are long.

Nancun calves crow at night, and there should be new frost on the fence.

Miscellaneous songs, break the first place

Tonight, thousands of doors are clear, and Wan Li Tianhe is the imperial city.

In autumn, the stars shine and the wind chimes ring with frost.

Sushansi

Xiang Si

Chestnut leaves are heavy and delicate, and there are few people on the stream at dusk.

When I first visited the ancient temple in Yueming, the monk was idle.

After first frost, wild fruits often fell, and fireflies kept flying bamboo.

When can I sleep in the middle of the night, I am urged by the bell.

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Wu Shanghao

I'm shocked, Mulan is light.

Where is the temple in the cloud? Stay at the foot of the mountain and you can hear the sound.

Hengtang Ye Bo

Shi Zongwei

Occasionally I see the mountain coming out, and I go to the pavilion by boat at night alone.

The wild plums are white, and the fishing fire is green.

The cold island melts the snow, and the spring pool bathes the stars.

Who played the iron flute, which was clear and pleasant?

Stay in the monk's house in Kanluoji

Ceng Gongliang

The clouds in the pillow are close to a thousand peaks, and the bottom of the bed is loose and sad.

It's up to you to watch Yinshan surf the sky and open the window to let it into the river.

Moon Bay in Xijiang River, Huangsha Middle Road.

Xin Qiji

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

SunRainX Zhao

There is no light in the firefly flying in the moon. Waves and water do not shake the building, but the shadow is straight.

Every time I pity powder and cry, I am too lazy to read old books.

Smell the drops when the dead lotus is exposed. Nobody can stop you from dreaming.

My body is not afraid of the wind in Zhejiang, flying around in an instant.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

Shi Xiaoyou

Ji light shook his eyes. Spring in the suburbs is green.

Broken snow accumulates rotten jade. When I heard that the branches were awkward.

Thin vines trample on the flat beach. Drunk and inclined.

Birds are singing several times in the sunset, and the fragrance is full of plum blossoms.

Jiangsu(Province)

Tang Xianzu

After a long silence in Qiu Jiang, I saw the waning moon reflected in Lin Weili.

The sparkling waterfowl is still frightened, and the dewdrop cold firefly is wet and does not fly.