What are the poems with duality?

1, a mooring at the foot of Beibao Mountain.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wan

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

The lush mountains are the way for tourists, and the rippling river is just sailing. The tide is high, and the water between the two banks is wide, so sail before the wind just hangs the sail high.

The night hasn't faded, and the rising sun has already risen on the river surface of Ran Ran, and the Jiangnan in the old year has the breath of spring. I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. I hope the geese returning from the north will take it to Luoyang.

2. Climb the Phoenix Terrace from Nanjing.

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

There used to be a phoenix on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix went to Taiwan, only Jiangdong returned.

Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.

The mountains are shrouded in clouds, such as blue sky, and the river is divided into two.

There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.

Once there was a phoenix swimming on the Phoenix platform, but when the phoenix went to Taiwan Province, only the river was still running. Flowers and plants in the palace of Wu covered desolate paths, and many royal families in the Jin Dynasty became barren graves and ancient hills.

The fog of the three mountains is looming, like falling into the sky, and the river is divided into two by Bailuzhou. Those long clouds always hide the brilliance of the sun, and they climb high and can't see Chang 'an. How can it not make people sad?

3. "Huanxisha, the small building is lonely and cold."

Song dynasty: Qin Guan

With a chill, alone in the small building, the morning is cool and dreary, as if it were late autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.

Waves of gentle spring cold hit the small building, and the morning sky was as gloomy as late autumn, which made people feel dull. Looking back at the painting screen, there are faint smoke, gurgling water and faint artistic conception.

Liu Xufei is like a dream, and the drizzle falls like my sorrow. Look at the gem-decorated curtains hanging on small silver hooks at will.

4, "Linjiang Xian, dream behind the tower, locked up"

Song: Yan

After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. ?

I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.

In the middle of the night, I dreamed that the balcony doors were locked and the wine was weak, but I saw the curtains hanging heavily. When last year's spring resentment came to mind, people were faint and independent in the falling flowers, and swallows were flying in the breeze and drizzle.

I remember the first time I saw Xiaoping, wearing Luo clothes and two heavy words. Pipa flick Committee tells the taste of acacia. At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure.

5. "A few yellow replies"

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't send geese to deliver books.

Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain.

Housekeeping, but with four vertical walls, does not cure diseases.

I want to study, my head is white, and apes cry over streams.

I live on the northern seashore, while you live on the southern seashore. You want to send a book to Hongyan, but it can't fly to Hengyang. The spring breeze sees peaches and plums drinking wine, and the rivers and lakes are down and out. I have been away for ten years, and I often miss you in the autumn rain.

You only have four empty walls to support your livelihood. It's hard. The ancients made a good doctor by folding their elbows three times. I hope you don't. I think you are poor, self-sufficient and study hard, and now your hair is white. Through the miasma-filled mountain stream, the apes wailed and climbed the ivy deep in the forest.

6. "Dream Micro"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.

Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.

You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.

Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?

I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years.

I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?