Poems about Dai

At the beginning of the fog, the peaks are gloomy, and when they splash, they bathe.

If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

Its shadow in Crystal Lake deepened the green water, and Jinmen entered two mountains.

The water in Dongcheng is as dark as Dai, and people don't know it.

Li Yu is in Sauvignon Blanc

One mountain, two mountains.

The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.

Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain.

The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.

Clouds are whirlpools and jade is a shuttle.

This shirt is thin and light.

There are many autumn winds, and the rain is peaceful.

There are three banana nests outside the curtain, and the night is too long for people to help.

Zhang Ji on Suzhou River bid farewell to Lotte.

The silver mud skirt reflects the brocade barrier mud, and the painting stops the chariots and horses.

Pigging song ends, parrot says, red flag shadow is thin and cold.

Fading away, light wine color, low desire for love.

Don't forget the place where the emperor sang. The female grave is in Wuqiuxi, Hubei.

Li He, the music of the night

Red Luo Jinying, Deng Huajiu hanging carp.

Beauty reflects the moon and opens a copper shop, and spring drops of wine are sold by orangutans.

One reed is heavy, ten plants are fragrant, and golden melon seeds are mixed with bran.

Five silks are printed green, and Ah Hou laughs again and again.

Nanxuan Han turned into a shadow, and Tonglin was dumb.

Sword cliff whip node bluestone beads, white? Blow the frosted beard.

Long-term delivery Pei Lu advocated building a rugged moon solitary.

The new guest dismounted and the old guest went, and the green cicada Xiudai brushed again.

Folding willow, Lu

Yang is reluctant to advocate building buildings and opening doors.

The warbler knows the age, and the article becomes aware of the spring return.

The leaves are sad and the wind is blowing and dancing.

Climbing mountains and chatting will be sent, and there is little news in the army.

Li Bai's "Looking for the Baizhangya Waterfall in Cui"

Baizhangsu cliff is cracked, and four mountains and Dan walls are opened.

Jet in Longtan, wind and thunder day and night.

But when I see waterfalls and springs falling, it is like a cloud.

Wen Jun's photo, the island is haunted.

Shi Dai brushed the grass, Zeng Qingze painted the ancient moss.

If you are silent, why are you going to the rooftop?

Guan Xiu, the author of the poem "Go to Kuangshan, don't smell sweet, the sky, and the second public poem"

Spray blue piles of Desai Hanbi, and the ancient snow in front of the window is like white stone.

Qi Lin asked me if I would come. If I come, I must call Xia Hong to find out.

Red raindrops are among the red bean trees, and teachers can't live according to teachers.

Worried about killing people in the secular world, Jinxiu Valley belongs to it.

Yuan Zhen's "Reward Lotte to Send qi zhou"

Before spring, you should clean Cui Yun.

Knowing is a hot thing, forecaster.

Grind jade to moisten the heart and weave small pieces of teeth.

Frost and green sweat, ice and green scales.

Water is light and heavy, glass is thin and gray.

The dream is cold and slippery, and the old dragon is shocked.