Five verses about the morning

1. Poem about the morning 1, in the pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. (Tang Changjian, the Buddhist temple after the broken mountain temple)

2. Looking at the clear sky in the morning, the bamboo mountains are bright.

3. Start collecting in the morning and visit your hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. (Shang Shan Zao Xing Tang Wen Ting Jun)

4. In the morning, when you step into Beilin, Xiaosan will open her eyes. Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep. Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts. (Zhang Jiuling is at the county seat in the morning)

5. Tie up the boat and float on Yushan Mountain, and it will be a must in the morning. The river is wide when the sun breaks water. Far waves wrinkle red scales, and green waves open gold plates. Brilliant shooting tower, a single cloud ends. The poet was embarrassed by his pen, but he sang about the autumn moon. When Luo floated, the night did not stop. (Golden Mountain Sunrise and Land Tour)

2. The ancient poem Du Fu's Five Mornings in a Light Rain. Yang Xiaoxie Han Yi. Sitting up without thinking, homesick, a cup of mica porridge, water in the tomb: Zhang Jiuling cold dew and clear autumn sky: Lu You broke the pale smoke on the first day, did not leave his chariot and horse, did not knot Nanshan songs, birds also love Xu Lin, scattered pine and bamboo shadows, far away. I was very tired when I was on the road. My head woke up and the wind healed a little. I would like to learn from Pang Gong, bow my head and tie myself, keep my eyes on six roads, keep my feet on six roads, and the wind spins with the clouds. I was temporarily dyed by firewood, lightly touched by birds and animals, and I was knocking my teeth. The author of Tang Dynasty, how to solve the problem of lodging, how to make up his mind with the distance, how to make the city bright, and how to lead the teenagers to the well. In the morning, I sat in the morning light and looked at the whole family quietly: author Tang. If leisure is well known: Tang author. When crossing in Hanyang, I first came to smell the leaves, and the sarong extinguished the residual candles. Half a musk deer mountain, I know the balcony: Bai Juyi stays in the forest before the bird moves, remembering your talents. Fog spilled on the ground. The old lady began to burn incense. People like this land. "In the Morning Rain", written by Song: A bright moon on the ancient crossing.

3. The ancient poem Du Fu's Five Mornings in a Light Rain. Yang Xiaoxie Han Yi. Sitting up without thinking, homesick, a cup of mica porridge, water in the tomb: Zhang Jiuling cold dew and clear autumn sky: Lu You broke the pale smoke on the first day, did not leave his chariot and horse, did not knot Nanshan songs, birds also love Xu Lin, scattered pine and bamboo shadows, far away. I was very tired when I was on the road. My head woke up and the wind healed a little. I would like to learn from Pang Gong, bow my head and tie myself, keep my eyes on six roads, keep my feet on six roads, and the wind spins with the clouds. I was temporarily dyed by firewood, lightly touched by birds and animals, and I was knocking on my teeth. The author of Tang Dynasty, how to solve the problem of lodging, how to make up his mind with the distance, how to make the city bright, and how to lead the teenagers to the well. In the morning, I sat in the morning light and looked at the whole family quietly: author Tang. If leisure is well known: Tang author. When crossing in Hanyang, I first came to smell the leaves, and the sarong extinguished the residual candles. Half a musk deer mountain, I know the balcony: Bai Juyi stays in the forest before the bird moves, remembering your talents. Fog spilled on the ground. The old lady began to burn incense. People like this land. "In the Morning Rain", written by Song: A bright moon on the ancient crossing.

4. What are the poems about the morning 1? On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. -Chang Jian's Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple

Commentary: Walking into this ancient temple early in the morning, the rising sun reflected the Woods on the mountain.

2. Start collecting in the morning and visit your hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. -Wen, "Doing Good at the Beginning"

Interpretation: getting up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots have shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost.

3. End the morning makeup and break the slight cold, and talk across the saddle. -Fan Chengda's "Early Hair under the Bamboo"

Interpretation: After getting up in the morning, I packed my luggage, broke through the cold in the morning, got into the saddle and set off. This move actually evacuated my tired and stubborn body and relaxed me.

The morning breeze in the northern forest makes you feel depressed. -The Book of Songs. morning breeze

Interpretation: Ostrich flies like an arrow and flies into the dense forest in the north.

5. Smell knocking at the door in the morning and open the door backwards. Ask the son for whom? Father Tian has a kind heart. -Tao Yuanming's nine ways of drinking

Interpretation: It is better to get dressed and open the door when you hear a knock at the door early in the morning. Who is the caller, please? The kind old farmer has good intentions.

6. Go north in the morning, and the third child will open his chest. -Zhang Jiuling's "The Morning of the County House Out of the Forest"

Interpretation: Get up in the morning and walk in Beilin. My skirt is open, and I am very chic and idle.

7. Suddenly, for Lin Tingxue, Hua Yao is everywhere. -Zhang Jiuling's "Snow in the Early Spring"

Commentary: When I got up in the morning, I suddenly found that the pavilions in the forest were covered with snow, and all the Yao flowers were in full bloom.

8. When the mountain was closed, there was no dust on the stone road. -Wang Bo's "Closing the Morning"

Interpretation: the mountain view appears its true color with the day, and the stone road is light and clean.

9. If you miss the fifth day, the cock will crow for the third time. -Bai Juyi's Winter Morning with Dreams

Interpretation: At five o'clock in the morning, the rooster crowed for the third time.

10. Tie a boat and float on Yushan Mountain, and it will be a must in the morning. -Lu You's Watching Sunrise in Jinshan

Commentary: I went to Yushan by boat and saw the wonderful scenery early in the morning.

5. Beautiful poems describe beautiful sentences in the morning.

1, dawn slowly kicked off, and it was another colorful morning, coming to the world with freshness.

2. In the early morning, the street is quiet. When the first ray of morning light penetrated the mist, a warm morning appeared in the street.

3. In the early morning, I walked on the main road of the campus. The air is cool, and I gently touch my face and my hair, which makes me completely relaxed. Suddenly, I was exhausted and the pain disappeared. I only feel the cool spring water flowing into my heart, just like eating cold watermelon in hot summer!

4. In the morning, I walked by the pond. The towering plane trees and willows on both sides nodded in the breeze. Fish swim freely in the water, and the wild flowers by the pond are reflected in the water, which is very beautiful.

In the early morning of summer, at four or five o'clock, the sky is as white as a fish belly, and everything has no animal breath. Everything is pure and refreshing, like a faint ink painting, filled with the smell of grass.

6. In the early morning, everything was silent, and a little light on the eastern horizon carefully penetrated into the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moved from a distance.

7. In the early morning of spring, the wet wind swept gently, passed through the broken glass window, brushed everything slightly and quietly left. Pale white skylights also occupy every corner, painting the door with a dreamy white.

8. The morning sunshine is quiet and elegant. Without that noisy atmosphere, people feel calm and relaxed, and I also feel that artistic conception.

9. The morning after the rain is like a symphony. Twitter, birds singing wonderful themes between the sky and the branches; China, the river is running and singing a beautiful melody; Clap your hands, the sound of insects flapping their wings is beating the symphony; Huhuhu, the butterfly's flight path is only the melody line of the symphony; Tick-tock, the rain on the leaves drops on the small stone, as if the stone is singing a tick-tock song and accompanying the symphony!

10, early in the morning, just open the window, a fresh air came face to face. With the continuous golden light, the sun came out and showed a kind smile.

1 1, the morning breeze blew slightly, and the crystal dew slipped down the leaves and jumped happily. Green grass wakes up under the caress of soft morning light and becomes greener under the washing of rain and dew.

12, early morning, beautiful early morning, we just unearthed Xin Wei, looking up at the colorful sky-the grand blueprint for the future of the motherland, picking up the brush of knowledge to describe and add color. Listen, reading is getting louder and louder. We didn't waste this golden morning and golden time.

13. In the early morning of summer, the rising sun shines on my face and the lawn around me. () Dewdrops glistened, and the cool breeze caressed me, sometimes with a faint fragrance of flowers. What a beautiful morning!

14, early in the morning, several birds chirped clearly in front of my window, which woke me up. I gently pushed open the window, and a fresh and fragrant air came to my face. Took a deep breath. Ah! This is the smell after rain, and this is the smell of life.

15. Morning is a baby who wakes up after a night's sleep. Everywhere is full of vitality and vigor. These flowers and grass are so green that I feel very comfortable. I like beautiful mornings. It gives me a good start.

16. In the early morning, a magnificent morning glow appeared in the east. There are wisps of kitchen smoke floating on the roof of the village, and the air is filled with veil-like mist.

17. When you wake up in the morning, you will always hear the clear cry of cicadas. Walking out of the gate, I saw the wet yard after the rain and some grass beside the flower bed. Oh, there were raindrops on it last night.

18, the beauty of the morning is really exciting. I am lamenting the magic of nature and the intoxicating scenery.

19, in the morning, the whole world is sunny, and the sun shines gently on everything through a slight shock, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye.

20. In the early morning, on the budding bud, crystal clear and bright dewdrops are flashing and full of vitality.

6. What are the poems describing the morning? The snow in Li Deyu was covered with cold bamboo in the early morning, and the wind rolled around the wild Tian Peng. Looking around, there is no trace. Who sympathizes with the lonely old man? Xu Hun from the morning west wing, a song gathered in the waves. The bright moon is still downstairs, and there are three paths to worry about the Tianhe River. Zhao Wei's miscellaneous songs, yesterday's salt, and sleepy. Listen to the morning chicken go to the border. It was a long night crying. If you hate your success, you will send it to western Liaoning sooner or later. In the south of the city, the morning light dawns on ten thousand watts, and the evening mist closes on the double eaves. Jade flowers don't burn at night, and golden pots are sent to raise money. At sunrise, the temple is green and flowers bloom in summer. The heavy door should open the road and lead to the prince. Heavy snow suddenly fell in beginning of spring, Zhang Jiuling and Lin Tingxue, and Hua Yao blossomed everywhere. Welcome guests this year, accompanied by spring return last night. You should see the Five Gods. Zhang Jiuling out of the county in the morning for a walk in the north forest, small three chest. Last month, Juanjuan was still not heavy. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is clear. Nothing is expensive, so you can know that things are external. Wang Bo closed the mountain in the morning, the stone road opened, and the white horse was high and the tan was gone. Qing Niu was really angry. The door is close to the huge valley, and the building is full of worship. Green apples float in the evening. Bamboo shakes its shadow and weaves a trickle in the pond. Fragrant sleeves, pink makeup. Regardless of your kindness, fan the Mid-Autumn Festival. , Wang and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu, Yin Qiuyun became copper in the south, and the jade leaves in the western suburbs were light. Eta Ursa moves in the pot, with bright colors in the sun. Shadow accidentally in Fengge, shadow pterosaur city in the array. Noisy willows are different from sad willows. Fractal makeup is thinner than sideburns, and the shadow is dangerous. Self-pity is thin and broken, and the cold blows the forest. Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu sing autumn dew and jade pass early, and Jintang returns in autumn. His palm is shining on the internet, and the lotus is still faint. Frost condenses and the moon shines high. Don't have Wu Tai, the official clothes of Chu are wet. So is Wang Luobin Qiu Chen. Floating and colorful, surging. The disciples in Xiyuan enjoyed themselves, but they were uneasy about flying south. Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Sima Qiujiu sang Zichuan Mao. The autumn water is cold in the north, and the jade wheel is clear in autumn. The picture scroll is bright, and the moon is bright. The kite string moves with Feng Xuan. Only when you get to the ditch is it sad and ruined. Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Sima Qiujiu sang Zichuan Mao. When the afterglow was relieved, Wang and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu lived late for a long time, and within ten steps, they all laughed at the yellow sun and shook the wind. Broken shadow culvert flow, fragrance across the shore. The disciples of Jinqiao can be broad, but who is the same? , Wang, and Zichuan Mao, Sima Qiujiu, and Yan are all related. The brush feather is clear. Du Fu's morning rain dripped in the morning light, and the newly arrived leaves smelled. Fog is sprinkled on the ground, and the wind rotates with the clouds. For the time being, the firewood is brightly colored and the birds and animals touch it. At noon, the pavilion was not fully divided. Sheep herders look up at the morning light in the forest in the south pool, which is so natural and unrestrained. What happened to Brother Ling's people? Lotus pond is alone. Yiluzhu, tea and clear stone spring .. Feng Ling rolled up. It should arrive in five days, but it should arrive in nine days. It's sunny and sunny in the barn clearing, and the summer heat is back. Distant knowledge is timely, and the knife and ruler are urged by the clouds. Ouyang Zhan dressed up in the village shop in the morning and went out to the west. The mountain was full of people. After sitting on the tourist lamp all night, the bag was tied in the morning. Lonely people are still sleeping and the sky is not clear. No repression. Yan Chen hates Kagami Akira. All soloists will be sent to Luoyang city. Bai Juyi and his "Winter Morning Dream" circulated at five o'clock, and the chicken reported the third sound. The account is calm, the window is bright and clean, the book lamp is not extinguished, and the warm wine is reborn. The music and string songs moved, and the acropolis was sung first. Li Deyu remembered the snow in the mountains and the snow in the rocks in the morning. Who brushed it? Fang played a bitter and cold song. Xu Hun started two songs in the morning (the first one is "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The osmanthus trees are green and the wind is misty. The eaves are full of moonlight, and the residual light is reflected in the shadows. The morning fragrance is cold, and the autumn water in the bottle is clear. If you have nothing to do, why not live in a mountain monk? Xu Hun started two songs in the morning (the first song is called "The Sun and the World are Good". Xu Hun arrived at Nanting with the dream fishing rod of Peiming House in the morning, but the moon was still broken in the morning. The dew is heavy, fireflies are covered with grass, the wind is strong and butterflies are blue. The pool in the mirror is clear and the mountains are cold. He loves Tao Pengze even more, and has no intention to discuss becoming an official. Xu Hun's dressing gown (Luo Zhong's sweet water, sweet spring) is a couple with a moon meal. It's a long journey to the west, and chickens crow far away. Defeated by the futon, Zhong Yunhua still gathers, and the building still lingers on the moon. Mingshan hall rings, and autumn water is cold. I hate going alone, and there are thousands of beaches in Qian Qian. Xu Hun Langshangren Hospital is sitting in a cool shirt sleeve in the morning, and the moon is still lingering. Mountain fruit falls in autumn, and water blooms in the morning. Rattan wind rolls, longan. I'm remembering Jiangnan Temple. Watch the night cry. You should hate yourself for your success. Sooner or later, you will find yourself in western Liaoning. The scenery in Hanwo is beautiful in the morning. You can live in a secluded alley. You can get rid of your thoughts and get rid of the rest. When you start to draw water and return to the lantern, you will be temporarily surprised. You are not fully pregnant, and the round gap has become dusty. In the early morning of autumn in Du Xun River, you feel the leaves falling, and travelers wake up from their dreams. The clock is just resting on the pillow, and it happened before you. Happiness and prosperity. In the morning, people are born, and the lonely moon shines on the river. Eat calamus and epimedium when traveling, and remember lotus flowers when returning home. A statue is like a piece of land, you sing wildly. Cao teaches you not to sleep at dawn, and the curtains are bright. The forest lasted for several months, and the wind was cold. Birds contain bells, but lotus keeps out fog. no

7. Poems describing the morning: In Xue Ji, Li Deyu, in the morning, the snow covered the bamboo in the cold stream and the wind rolled the Noda canopy.

Looking around without a trace, who pity the lonely old man. Xu Hun rose from the west wing in the morning to pity the depths of shearing waves, and picked a piece of Cui Ninghong.

The bright moon is not scattered downstairs, and the three paths are worried about the Tianhe River. Zhao Wei's miscellaneous songs, yesterday's salt, sleepy, listening to the morning chickens in the border town to ride, worrying about sleeping to cover the night.

Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow. Don't be angry for years, just like crying at night.

You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later. In the early morning of Yu Shinan, the morning light shines on all the tiles, and the evening mist closes on the double eaves.

Jade flowers are candles at midnight, and gold pots are sent to Xiao. The sun shines in the green temple, and summer is born in the building.

Heavy doors should lead the way, and books should lead princes. From the morning in beginning of spring, it suddenly began to snow in Zhang Jiuling and Lin Tingxue, and Hua Yao was everywhere.

This year's welcome began, and last night was accompanied by spring return. Bamboo in front of the window and plum in the yard.

In the eastern suburbs, you should see the Five Gods. Zhang Jiuling went out of the county forest in the morning, walked all morning in Beilin, and Xiao had a rest.

Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep.

Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts. Wang Bo closed in the morning, the mountains were open, and the slate road was clean.

The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry. The heavy door is close to the giant valley, and the building is full of worship.

In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu sings autumn wind, Yan rests, and it floats in the evening.

The bamboo forest is swaying and the pool water is woven into a trickle. Delicious dance sleeves with pink makeup floor.

In spite of your kindness, Wan Fan plays the Mid-Autumn Festival. Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiuyun changed the copper in the south, and the jade leaves in the western suburbs were pale.

Eta Ursa major moves and the sun is shining. Gaiyin Lotus Peak Que, Array Shadow Pterosaur City.

When you knew it, you didn't meet it. It hurt you. Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu's trip to Chen Qiu was dusk, and they had a chat for the time being.

Hiding elm is not to remonstrate with Chu, but to make sorrow and joy. Fractal makeup thin temples, carved shadow makeup dangerous crown.

Self-pity is broken, and the cold forest blows cold. Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiulu Guan Yu early cold, Jintang autumn return.

The palm is brighter than the net, and the lotus is smaller. Frost turns into dawn liquid, and the moon is full of brilliance.

No Wu Tai, get your clothes wet. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu bravely put on a jade rope and the moon was full of mirrors.

The dew is cold and the frost is cold. The color is leaking and sparse, and the floating light is in a hurry.

It's not safe to fly south. Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted about the cold current of autumn water in the north, and the jade wheel was clear.

The picture is bright and the handwriting on the moon is bright and beautiful. Pan-curved kite line moves, and it's a surprise with Feng Xuan.

Only in the imperial ditch, I am sad and ruined. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted autumn shadows and jade autumn, and golden fireflies shone on cold nights.

Full of doubt and suspicion, but also afraid of frost and fire. Scattered colors linger in vain, and flowers float around the bridal chamber.

If you are tired of hanging curtains, you should cherish the remaining light. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted Qiuju to show off the night, singing is ten steps.

Laugh at Huang Tian and shake the wind with Cui * *. Broken shadow culvert flow, fragrance connected across the bank.

Jin Qiaotu can be popular, but whose jade is it? Wang He and Qiu Jiuyan, Mao Sima of Zichuan, hand in hand to bid farewell to Haige, pointing to Jianggan.

When the array goes to the cold river, the book belongs to the jade to keep out the cold. It is easy to fly with the moon, but difficult to separate from the smoke.

When the same Gu Ying, brush feather Pan Qinglan. Du Fu's morning rain, light rain and morning light smell on the first leaf.

Fog is sprinkled on the ground, and the wind rotates against the clouds. For the time being, the wood is light, and the birds and animals touch it.

Half of the musk mountain, the pavilion is not fully divided at noon. The sheep scholar looked up at the forest in the morning of Nanchi last month, and he was natural and unrestrained.

What happened to Brother Ling? The lotus pond knows how to walk alone The clothes are cool when dipped in bamboo, and the tea is clear until the stone spring is clear.

Advocating that the former is virtuous and thin, the frog tries to sing. In the afternoon in Juyuan Yang, the government waited on the dressing gown, and the colorful wisps were still beautiful, and the Lingfeng volume reopened.

The party should arrive in five days and nine days. When summer comes back, the hair in barnyard grass is clear.

Knowing from a distance is timely, and the knife ruler is urged by the fire cloud. In the morning, Ouyang Zhan installed the village shop and went out to the west of the moon, and the woodcock buzzed.

Travel lights sit all night, and the bag is tied to the morning sign. Silent people are still sleeping, and the sky is not clear.

There is no rest, there is a process before doing things. In the winter morning, Liu Yuxi sent a message that the trees in Lotte Pavilion were moving, the birds were moving and the county government was still ringing.

The lights are red and the wine is white. Too little hair, too much comb, and a bad face.

Whoever sings alone should be sent to Luoyang city. Bai Juyi and his dream of winter morning spread at five o'clock in the morning, and the cock crowed for the third time.

The account is calm, and the window is bright and clean. The book says that warm wine is reborn when the lights don't go out.

Listen to the acropolis first. In the morning, Li Deyu recalled the snow in the mountains and the snow in the rocks.

If the bamboo shoots are low, there should be more loose covers. The mountain slides with the ice and the forest flies over it.

Don't bother to smell the crane before playing the bitter cold song. There are two songs in Xu Hun in the morning (the last one is called "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The osmanthus trees are covered with green layers, and the wind is slightly misty.

The eaves fall on the moon, and the residual light reflects. The fragrance is cold, and the autumn water is clearer.

If you have nothing to do, why not stay with the monks? Xu Hun started two songs in the morning (the last one was titled "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The waning moon is full of smoke and dew, and the door is covered with bamboo.

The water bug sings the threshold, and the mountain bird goes down the empty step. Look at the hair in the mirror and send it in autumn.

Knowing the north window guest, the sky is good with the world. Xu Hun arrived at Nanting in the morning and showed off a dream fishing rod in Nanzhai of Peiming House. The moon was still broken in the morning.

The dew is heavy, the fireflies are grass, and the wind is high. The pool is bright and the mountain is cold.

I love Tao Pengze more and have no intention of discussing going to the official. Xu Hun dressing gown (Luo Zhong's water is sweet, Luo Zhong's water is sweet) takes a few months to eat, and it's a long journey to the west.

In the morning, the cock crows in the distance and the goose rises from the cold pond. Clouds roll four mountains of snow, wind condenses thousands of trees and frost.

Who is the Ranger? He got drunk in blue pond. In the morning, Xu Hun bid farewell to Master Wu's chanting and was defeated by the futon.

Zhong Yunhua is still gathering, and the moon is everywhere. Open a temple in the clear mountains, blind and cold in autumn water.

I hate going alone, and there are thousands of beaches in Qian Qian. Xu Hun Langshangren Hospital sits in the morning cool leader, and there is no star in the moon.

The mountain fruit falls in the autumn courtyard, and the waves open the morning court. The wind is blowing, and Gui Lu is invisible.

Thinking of Jiangnan Temple, Yan Zhai smelled chanting. Zhao Wei was tired of sleeping for 20 days yesterday, listening to the morning chicken riding in the border town, worrying about sleeping and covering the night girl.

Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow. Don't be angry for years, and then watch the long night cry.

You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later. It's cool and quiet in the morning.

I have been able to get rid of my thoughts and my rest. When the water bearer got up for the first time, he was temporarily surprised when he returned to Deng Yan.

It's impossible not to let go, and the gap is dusty. On the autumn morning of Du Xun River, there is a feeling of falling leaves, and travelers are surprised by their first dreams.

Zhong Gang was resting on the pillow, and it had already happened. Pubic hair doesn't grow black, and family and friends don't have long feelings.

And fair trade, returning farmland without commitment. Weng Chengzan got up outside the bamboo porch in the morning and felt happy.

Give birth to a family early, and the lonely moon shines on the river. Eat calamus and epimedium when traveling, and remember radish when you return to your heart.

Like a statue.

8. What are the poems about the morning? 1. In the Tang Dynasty, it was good to travel early: Wen Tingyun began to collect taxes in the morning and went to his hometown to pay his respects.

When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.

(Ming Yi Qiang Zuo Yi: Zhao Yiqiang) Because of the memory of Ling Du's dream, the geese all returned with full loads. Get up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots have shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown.

The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves are covered with barren hills and roads; There are bright pale white and bitter orange flowers on the mud wall of the post office.

Therefore, I remembered the beautiful scene of dreaming about Ling Du last night. Flocks of ducks and geese frolic in the winding lakes and marshes on the shore. 2, butterfly lovers Cecilia Yip Chen Pufan night language Song Dynasty: Lu You and Ye Chen Pufan night language.

Go to Qiu Guang, the dark Chang 'an Road. Suddenly, I remembered where I was lying on the horse.

Eliminating vulgarity and cleaning health should remain unchanged. Jianghai canoe is now on the market.

A roll of art, sighing no one pays. I believe I will never meet in my life.

In those days, I regretted that the grass grew and the warbler flew, while yangfu grew. Late autumn sent me back to Beijing from the front, but along the way, I saw the withered and yellow tung leaves rustling in the morning light, and I heard the cold moans at night.

Faced with such a bleak autumn scenery, I feel depressed and gloomy at the thought that I can't be reused after returning to Beijing. Suddenly, I remembered the life of fighting in the front line, and the war between Sanguan and the coast of Wei Qing may still be like this.

Thinking of the bleak future, I suddenly had the idea of living in seclusion. Unfortunately, no one can entrust me with the strategy of resisting gold in the northern expedition, and I can't let it continue to make its due contribution to the great cause of restoration. If I had known that my patriotic ambition and operational strategy would never be understood and adopted by the emperor, why should I take pains to persuade the emperor? 3, Shanpo sheep morning chicken first called Yuan Dynasty: Chen Cao An Chen chicken first called, confused and quarreled.

Why not go to the world of mortals? Road is all the way, water is all the way, and its fame is all on Chang 'an Road. Today's teenagers will be old tomorrow.

The mountain is still good; People, gaunt. From the morning when the rooster crows, to the evening when the crows keep making noise.

Is there anyone in the world who doesn't go to Vanity Fair? The road is far from Wan Li, and the river is thousands of miles away. People trudge on Chang 'an Road in order to gain fame. Teenagers today will grow old tomorrow.

Jiangshan is still so beautiful; Lovely face gaunt. 4. The Qingpingle Art Gallery in the Tang Dynasty began in the morning: Li Bai Art Gallery began to report the falling snow in the morning.

Looking at Gary with a high shutter, the color is far from the court. Full of vitality, light leads to smog, while grass gets cold, and Yu Pei is produced.

It should be that the fairy is drunk and presses the white clouds. No sooner had I slept in class in the morning than someone came to report the snow.

The high-volume curtains look at the flying snow, and the white ones are far and near. The momentum is like furnace smoke, and flowers and plants are covered with jade defects.

It's not like the fairy in the sky got drunk and crushed the white clouds at random. 5. Returning to the Garden, the third Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming planted beans under Nanshan, and the grass was covered with bean seedlings.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will. I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse.

Get up early in the morning to pull weeds in the fields and go home in the moonlight at night. The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it won't go against my wish to go back to farming.

9. The poem about the morning is 1. In the morning, I stepped into Beilin, and Xiaosan opened my heart.

Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep.

Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts. -Zhang Jiuling's "Morning in the Forest of the County Government" 2. Living in the city, spring and summer are distinct.

-Li Shangyin's "Yi Xian" 3. The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze. -Cen Can's "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu Back to the County" 4. Why do you hate wheatgrass? Xia Mu Yang Yin is cute.

-Qin Guan's "March Dark Day Occasionally" 5. The mountains are open and the stone roads are dust-free. The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry.

The heavy door is close to the giant valley, and the building is full of worship. In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it.

-Wang Bo's "Morning Degree" 6, Wanwa Shuguang, double eaves and evening mist. Jade flowers are candles at midnight, and gold pots are sent to Xiao.

The sun shines in the green temple, and summer is born in the building. Heavy doors should lead the way, and books should lead princes.

-Yu Shinan's "Morning" 7. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the porch is cold. -Du Fu's Summer Night Sigh 8. I don't know how hot it is, but I cherish the long summer.

-Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting" 9. Snow covers cold bamboo, and the wind rolls Noda Peng. Looking around without a trace, who pity the lonely old man.

-Li Deyu's "Snowfall in the Morning" 10, why hate wheatgrass, summer is just cute. -Qin Guan's "March Dark Sun Occasionally" 1 1, farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat it.

-Dai Fugu's "Big Heat" 12, I wonder if the rain in spring will go, but it will clear up before it is deep in summer. -Fan Chengda's Happy Sunny Day 13, Qingjiang is a song that embraces the village, and everything in Changjiang Village is quiet.

-Du Fu's "Jiangcun" 14, everyone is bitter and hot, and I love that long summer. -Li Ang's Xia Lian 15, the early summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped.

-Xie Lingyun's Wandering Redstone Entering the Sea 16, riding a horse in the border town, worrying about sleeping and covering the night. Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow.

Don't be angry for years, just like crying at night. You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later.

-Zhao Wei's "Miscellaneous Songs, Yesterday's Salt, Tired Sleeping and Listening to Morning Chicken" 17, the depths of compassion are in the waves, and a song will eventually gather. The bright moon is not scattered downstairs, and the three paths are worried about the Tianhe River.

-Xu Hun's West Wing in the Morning 18, suddenly Lin Tingxue, Hua Yao is everywhere. This year's welcome began, and last night was accompanied by spring return.

Bamboo in front of the window and plum in the yard. In the eastern suburbs, you should see the Five Gods.

-Zhang Jiuling's Snow in beginning of spring at Sunrise.