Bai Juyi's ten most famous poems

Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Second, say goodbye to the ancient grass.

Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Third, Mu Jiangyin

Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green. The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow.

Fourth, about the swimming pool.

Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,

A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.

Verb (abbreviation of verb) gives a suggestion to friend Liu.

Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?

6. Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple

Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.

Seven, look at mowing.

Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, accompanied by pot pulp, went with the battlefield, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

It is full of rustic heat, burning the back and burning the sun, not knowing the heat, cherishing the long summer.

There was a poor woman with her son by her side, an ear in her right hand and a basket hanging from her left arm.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad. My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.

Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.

Eight, the feeling of looking at the moon

Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,

Since the Henan War, water transportation has been blocked, there has been famine everywhere, and our brothers have also been displaced, each in one place. Because of the feeling of looking at the moon, I talked about my book and gave it to Brother Fuliang, Brother Yu Qian and Brother Wujiang, as well as to Liv and his siblings.

The family business is in a year of disaster, and the brothers are scattered. After the war, the countryside was deserted and the flesh and blood fled to a foreign land. The injured shadow is like a lonely wild goose, wandering like a broken-rooted autumn canopy. * * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing.

Nine, flowers are not flowers

Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,

Say it's flowers, not flowers, say it's fog? Not fog. It came in the middle of the night and left at dawn. Come like a spring dream, go like a floating cloud.

X. country night

Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,

In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.

Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow.