Poetry praising mountains and rivers

In thirty-eight years, the world has changed, like a subverted paradise. I still remember that in the bonfire at that time, it was like yesterday. Unique pride, the moon is full in the sky, and the wind and thunder are majestic. When a chicken sings, all the strange smoke disappears.

Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia (Su Shi)

Gone forever, the waves are rough. Romantic figures through the ages. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. Rocks and clouds are falling, waves are hitting the shore and thousands of piles of snow are being rolled up. As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time!

Think back to Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao just got married, he was handsome, holding a feather fan and wearing a black silk scarf. He talked and laughed, and it's all over. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Things are like a dream, a bottle or a month.

Liu Xianghong drew a picture in the middle of the book (Cen Can)

Mo Miao was expropriated by Xiangfu, and he spent a lot of money in the world. I learned that Dan Qing pen can capture the advantages of nature.

Xiaoxiang is between the curtains, at the cross seat of Luhe River. Suddenly suspected Fengchi, Dark and Jiang Haitong.

Clouds on the white lake, peaks in the sky. See the moon all day, sail alone like the wind.

Rock flowers don't fly, grass has no spring and summer. Take a tin censer and fish in the blue waves.

How to appease Tianjin's mentality is still a problem worthy of attention. Rich and lonely, the mountains are flourishing.

Noise and fun are very different and come from different sources. Please be an ordinary person and don't chase Korean pine.

Man Fang Ting (Duan Keji)

Back and forth, fishing songs and firewood singing, looking for sorrow over there. Everything is in order, everything is in order. The fundus is picturesque, surrounded by pine, cypress and bamboo. You have it. When you seal it, you must return it here. The necessities of life are paid in a hundred years and there are three houses. But the volume is comfortable and difficult. The sun and the moon killed the temple, and the Central Plains believed in it but did not report peace. Sleeping with his head covered, the sun is high and careless, and the curtains are on three poles.

The young mermaid (key)

The begonia in the spring breeze blooms. I've been drunk a thousand times. Now, I am old and sentimental. Walking around the fragrant bush is powerless and can't resist spring. Shuxiang is not far from Chang 'an. Heartbroken in the opposite direction. Why don't you take the guests through the west building? However, picturesque scenery can eliminate worries.

Answer to the Landscape Map of Xu Daoning in Wangdaoji Temple (Huang Tingjian)

Go to Chang 'an to pick up drunk Xu, and grind loose cigarettes in the big inkstone of Manxi.

Suddenly I called silk fibroin inkstone water, and I haven't written it for a long time, or years later.

From time to time, I stepped on the door and rushed into the white head, and the silk scarf crown was askew for wine.

As soon as I raise my glass, I want to turn over the basin and lie down for nothing.

Drunk pen and ink spray waves, like a landslide.

A few feet away from Wan Li, the scenery is bleak.

After the monk returned to the temple boy, the fisherman had to cross the pedestrian.

The first gentleman smiled and pointed to the house by the stream. The cormorant egrets knew each other.

Xu Sheng can't thank you any more, because it's a secret and not a pen.

I said that when I was young and discerning, I waved Jinjiang silk eight times.

Give a gift to Zhang Jingzhao, knowing that Li Cheng is my teacher.

Zhang He left one by one, and I don't know who the owner is.

Liang painted, read ink and wash, and forgot to pay his respects.

Spider silk has a faint coal tail, and the wind has moved the wall for years.

Rain and snow flooded the temple, and four pictures left Danqing cold.

Laughing Weng rewarded the boss with 100 thousand pieces of silver and paid for riding a slave city.

Wang Cheng was not there when he came to see it, pointing out that it was like seeing a painting day for the first time.

The scenery at four o'clock is in the picture. I believe your home is clean.

I have held this photo for 20 years, and my green hair is beautiful.

Xu Sheng put his hand into the grave, and many historians began to write reach for the sky.

Your house is dry and old, and the wind and smoke fall on the rocks.

You should cherish everything you wear. If you don't lie, someone will know.

Solution to the Landscape Map of Xudaoling in the Chengguan of Wangdaoji Temple (Huang Tingjian)

Go to Chang 'an to pick up drunk Xu, and grind loose cigarettes in the big inkstone of Manxi.

Suddenly called silk fibroin inkstone water, I haven't written for a long time, or years later.

One day, I stepped on the door and shook the button, and the towels and hats were all inclined to drink.

As soon as I raise my glass, I want to turn over the basin and lie down for nothing.

Drunk, dry pen and ink, like a landslide.

A few feet from Wan Li, the scenery is bleak.

After the monk returned to the temple boy, the fisherman had to cross the pedestrian.

The first gentleman smiled and pointed to the house by the stream. The cormorant egrets knew each other.

Xu Sheng can't thank you again, but it's a secret, not a pen.

Since the beginning of Chen neng, eight raw silks are used all the year round.

Li Cheng, a flea master, was the most proud. Even the attack was known from Tibetans.

The nobles took it away, abandoned a corner, and lived for several surnames before they knew who it was today.

I've seen the ink paintings by Liang, and I'm looking for four now.

I said it earlier than Xu Shimen, and I often sell it by accident.

Rain and snow fell on the temple, and four fallen flowers were painted as painters.

Those who compare the figures with each other are surprised at the idea of a hundred thousand rewards.

It is also the first time for guests to watch spring and summer, and they sit down and watch the cold and solemn sequence for a year.

Wang Cheng's visit, watching and sighing are like my first day.

There is a wealth of orpiment in the new poem. I believe your family has a rub.

I have been holding this photo for 20 years, and all I see is green hair.

Xu Sheng put his hand into the grave, and many historians began to write reach for the sky.

Your house is shriveled up. Bringing old Zhai Rang out looks like a broken screen with bones.

Give up the desire for a period of time, and people will know if you don't lie.