A poem that ends in the distance

The poem about Tiao is 1. Poems describing distant places.

The ancient poems describing Lu Yuan are:

1, Bashan road night book.

Tang Dynasty: Cui Tu

The journey is in a dangerous place in the distance, on a rugged road, far from the road.

On all sides of the mountains, the snow reflected the cold night, sitting in the candlelight night, I am a stranger here.

Because the farther away from relatives, on the contrary, the closer to employees and servants.

It's hard to get through New Year's Eve in the drift, and tomorrow's update is the new year.

Guests who trudge on the rugged and distant No.3 bus and live in dangerous places thousands of miles away. All around the mountain, the snow reflected the cold night, and before sitting in the candlelight, I was a foreigner. Getting farther and farther away from relatives, getting closer and closer to very young people and servants. It's hard to look back after wandering on New Year's Eve. Tomorrow is another year.

2. Fairy songs and the Mid-Autumn Festival in Sizhou

Song Dynasty: Facing Bu Zhi

Smoke everywhere, blue sea flying golden mirror. Sleeping in the shadow of laurel trees all night. When it's cold and chaotic, it's far from Beijing, but Lanqiao Road is near.

The crystal curtain does not fall, the mica screen opens, and the beauty powder is cold dipped. When I learned more, I paid for the golden statue and voted for Xiao * * * and Liu Xia. What's more, I took the bed upstairs to see the world making jade and swinging.

Blue smoke covered the shadow of the moon, and a golden mirror flew out of the blue sky. On the empty steps of the long night, there lay the oblique shadows of hanging trees. When the night dew grew cold, Qiu Chan's voice rang in disorder.

Miss Kyoto far away, only the Moon Palace fairyland is near. High-volume crystal curtains, mica screens, and faint pink beauty permeate the coldness of jathyapple. Wait for me a lot of moonlight, pour it into the golden urn, and the clouds will run out until dawn. Then take a Hu bed to the south building, see the world of white jade shops, and enjoy the white and clear autumn.

3. Midnight music, frozen clouds and bleak weather

Song Dynasty: Liu Yong

The frozen cloud is bleak, and the boat is a leaf, leaving Zhu Jiang on impulse. Across the valleys and rocks, across the depths of the stream. The raging waves are fading away, the firewood wind is blowing at the beginning, and business travel is calling. The sail was held high. Pan-painted snipe, dancing Nanpu.

Looking at sparkling wine, clusters of smoke villages and rows of frost trees. When the sun went down, the fisherman went home. The defeated lotus flowers are scattered all over the floor, the young poplars are shaded, the banks are in twos and threes, and the girls wander in the sand. Avoid pedestrians and smile shyly.

Because of this, the embroidered pavilion is lightly thrown, and the waves are hard to stay. After the sigh, what is the basis about Ding Ning? Leaving my arms sadly, I hate coming home late that year. I have tears in my eyes, and I am afraid of Lu Jing Road. The sound of breaking the rainbow is far away and the sky is wide.

Cold clouds covered me and the sky was dark. I left Zhu Jiang by boat with great interest. Cross Qian Shan and enter the depths of Ruoye River. The rough waves gradually subsided, the mountain wind suddenly rose, and the voice of businessmen greeting each other came. Sails were hung high, and floats sailed past Nanpu briskly.

Look at the wine flags fluttering in the wind on the shore. A mountain village is shrouded in clouds, and there are several frosty trees near the village. At sunset, the fisherman knocked on the wooden hammer and went home. Withered lotus flowers are scattered all over the floor, and rows of bare willow trees are hidden by the pool. On the shore in twos and threes, a group of girls are dancing. They are avoiding pedestrians and smiling shyly.

At this point, I remembered my thoughts and regretted that I had rashly abandoned the woman in the boudoir, like duckweed drifting in the water. Alas, I wonder when the agreement with her will be fulfilled? The feeling of parting is bleak, but I hate the end of the year, and my way home is blocked. Tears welled up in my eyes, I stared at the distant Capital Road and listened to the lonely voice echoing in the distant dusk.

4. Early Baidicheng

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

In the morning, the morning sun is shining all over the sky, and I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see the colorful clouds in Baidicheng, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are constantly echoing. When the ape's crow was still ringing in his ears, the brisk boat had crossed the endless mountains.

5. Plug it up

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.

Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.

I want to go to the border crossing by bike, and the country I pass by has passed my residence. Thousands of miles of cornices also floated out of Sai Han, and the geese heading north soared in the sky. Solitary smoke goes straight to the vast desert, and the sunset on the endless Yellow River is round. When you meet detective knight in Xiaoguan, tell me that Duhu is already in Yanran.

2. Poems about forgetting Sichuan, like ancient poems, are romantic.

There is nothing to do on Naihe Bridge. There is no right or wrong before the Sanshengshi, and there must be Meng Po at Wangxiangtai. Flowers bloom and fall on the other side, maple leaves are oblique, the river is sad, and eyes slowly pass by.

Lingcangbo on the bank of Santu River is like a smoke of pearls, but it is memorable without leaves. Wandering around, the world moves, the flames are soaring, and good dreams follow the grave.

The lights are dim, and the moon is full of nonsense, but my heart is frozen. Naihe Bridge is forgotten-three steps across Naihe Bridge, knowing whether you are good or evil; Walk through the golden and silver roads in one breath, give you blessings and make a fortune; Copper snakes and iron dogs compete for food, and Naihe will never have a way out. Looking forward to the afterlife-past life, this life! Forget past lives, forget this life.

Looking at my hometown, I feel homesick-also known as "homesick ridge", I don't eat fireworks in one day, but I cross the boundary of yin and yang in two days; Three days after arriving at Wangxiangtai, I saw my relatives crying and mourning.

Forgetting that the river was too long, he searched in the green void and the yellow spring, but he didn't find the person he was looking for in either place. There is no distinction between young and old on the way to the grave, so why haggle over every ounce? I hope the stone will come out and become a hero's grave. This feeling is indestructible.

The second rock is broken, the wedding bridge is ferried, and the mandarin ducks fly together. The third piece of jade burned, vowing to keep Jin Yumeng alive and die together.

Flowers on the other side of the river paved the way with fire. Chuanjiang saw Naihe Bridge on it. He looked for green void and yellow spring water below, but he didn't find the person he was looking for in either place. Forget the river in Sichuan, forget the river in Sichuan and look at the people by the river. Forget the boulder in the river, Puwei grows on the edge of the rock. My concubine is in wangjiang day and night, and there is no news every day. I still remember that new reeds were born in spring, and my heart was glad to be near the rocks. Puwei, as firm as a rock, has been inseparable for thousands of years. The wind is swaying slightly, and the vast water is still. But we all know each other, and every time there is a good scene. When the summer rain came, the boulder was buried. Puweiqin, the mud is gone. It rained and blew until frogs croaked at night, shaking Gillian's heart. Autumn wind gradually rises, reeds gradually get old, and she will be exhausted all her life. If I don't blame Jun Jun for me, my heart will dry up. This heart will be thrown into the water, so don't ask after that. Spring is scattered, and tears fall into the water. From then on, the river will become clear, and I don't see anyone who has forgotten it. The sky were to fall, and I was in tears. I am obsessed with forgetting Sichuan without words, and tears become water. I still remember that when I left, the new reed was tough, and when I came back, I left a blank stone. Pu Wei knew that the stone was negative, but she didn't know that the reed root had entered the stone heart. Reed roots enter the stone heart, and reeds remove boulders. The wind destroyed the rain storm, the water flowed fast, and the sun and the moon were forced to boil outside. When the crying stopped, the horn sounded. The listener turned thoughtfully, so a short song recorded this sound: Advise you to forget the Sichuan water and only look at the clear water, while Mo Wen is the other side. I advise you not to forget Chuanshui. Clear water begins with tears. The sun and the moon change for each other, and people hold hands on the river. Liu Lang went to Gillian for a temporary stay, but forgot to look at you on the Chuanjiang River. Unfortunately, there are no bones on the river, which is still a pity.

Naihe Bridge has a long way to go, one step at a time; Forgetting Chuanjiang a thousand years ago, people don't know what to do. In the light and paddle sound, it is still cold, and the water is still cold.

In the dream, the bamboo and silk sang softly, and the outsiders were outside the mountain, and the mountain was not returned. Looking back, the piano player is in tears, the flowers are rustling all over his shoulders, the flute is cold, the window shadows are dancing, and the smoke and waves are loud. Where is Jiangnan? Look at the three lives on the stone, and the flowing water is horizontal every year.

He used to be a fairy, but he just followed the river without trace. Don't come to countless mountains in the spring, there is water in the spring.

The rivers and mountains are hard to comfort me, and the spring moon is boundless and graceful. I looked at the distant mountains for Fang Fei, but I couldn't see them clearly.

After chasing the light and worrying about spring, I was homesick for a moment. The sun is nameless, and the soul is so light and sweaty.

Autumn wind came, the leaves fell, and the autumn wind killed a desert. Don't say that the red leaves are lovesick, and countless lovesick words are hard to carry.

Thinking about the flying snow seems to be waiting, and no one picks it. Cangshan is poor and deep, silent and unintentional.

It is not easy to die after death, especially in the spring breeze. There are three lives on a stone, and what is under it is not returned every year? Flowers bloom on the other side, crying alone, and gorgeous people don't return.

At the end of the world, who will read? Yellow eyes all the way. Fallen leaves come from the roots, flowers bloom alone, and they are reborn from generation to generation. Flowers and fallen leaves are sad and empty.

Don't lament that the human soul is desolate, how can you know that life and death are far apart! Hua Cuo, on the other side of the Seven Wonders, did not meet, and blood was lost in human reincarnation. Only flowers don't shed leaves.

The deceased held hands all the way. Others: The Buddha said that the Sanskrit Paramita clouds go to the other shore to explain the meaning, and they are born, sick and dead, ups and downs like water, and there are waves, that is, they will not live or die if they leave this shore. This is called the realm of life and death on the other shore, and this is called the realm of life and death on the other side of Nirvana. Buddha said that there is no life, no death, no sorrow, no desire and no desire on the other side. It is a world that forgets all the joys and sorrows, and there are flowers beyond the three realms that are not born in the five elements. The Buddha said that they are flowers, other flowers have no leaves, and leaves have no flowers when they grow; Miss each other but can't meet each other, alone on the other side.

3. Poems about roads

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. There is a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down.

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

A man knows his companion in a long journey and an inn.

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Liu Yang has long dikes everywhere, and Huaming Road has not been lost.

The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.

I used to know Shansi Road, but I stayed at home. Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu to take up his post.

Author: Wang Bo

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place.

If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.

Looking at Wan Li Road in the distance, the lucky stars are shining all over the world.

What I reported is that the road is long, and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry.

The four seas churn clouds and waterways, and the five continents shake the wind and thunder. Ma Yin really hates knowing the way, and cicadas can still be heard.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

I have been thinking about breaking the world of mortals all my life, and my sword is hidden in Xuan Lu.

Split the road of life and death with both hands and cut off the root of right and wrong with one knife. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.

Looking at Wan Li Road in the distance, the lucky stars are shining all over the world.

What I reported is that the road is long, and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry.

The four seas churn clouds and waterways, and the five continents shake the wind and thunder.

The moon is leisurely and the night is long and the mountains are numerous.

At present, the frost on Dongmen Road is heavy, and the monthly loss of Hengtang is long.

4. The lyrics carry distant words

Hanyiqu

Song: Windmills in Yo Hitoto.

Word: ending

Sing: River map

Who beats the cold clothes when the moonlight is thin?

Look at the horizon and think of your hometown.

It snowed all night, and the north wind was urgent.

Thousands of miles away, heart to heart.

Hua Rong Meng sai Qiang di

War is not a crime. The bonfire burned for several seasons.

The north wind blows in Guan Shanxue tonight.

Thousands of miles away, heart to heart.

Is this life accompanied or cherished in the afterlife?

Why can't you understand this difficult problem?

I didn't remember it silently until I suddenly looked back.

Who is the only shadow of Tianya Road?

Know your heart, send cold clothes a thousand miles away.

If you can go back to your hometown.

Tonight, the voices around me are transmitted frequently and eagerly.

The blood-stained yellow sand is dead.

The moonlight is oblique today, like dusk.

Snowflakes are flying, seeking returns.

Tonight, there are no tears.

Green silk becomes snow, entrusted by the earth.

You can't die if you live, just like love.

One day you will understand this difficult problem.

From now on, I will be divided into two places.

The appearance of Qianshan in memory under the snowy moon

Is this life accompanied or cherished in the afterlife?

Why can't you understand this difficult problem?

I didn't remember it silently until I suddenly looked back.

Who is the only shadow of Tianya Road?

From now on, I will be divided into two places.

The appearance of Qianshan in memory under the snowy moon

Who beats the cold clothes when the moonlight is thin?

The soul of Tianya Road returns to its hometown.

There is no snow, no sunshine, no sadness and joy tonight.

Look at each other, the wind is good.