A familiar poem

1, Zhang Ji, night parking near Fengqiao

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

2. Li Bai's Qingpingdiao No.1.

Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.

If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.

3. Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

4. Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

5. Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains by Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

6. Liu's "Spring Complaint"

The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.

The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.

7. Wang Wei's Portrait of Cui Xingzong

When you were young, you are old now.

Now I know new people and I know your old days very well.

8. Han Yu's "Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water in Early Spring"

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

9. Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

10, Yi Lee, write love.

Water lines are precious and thoughtful, and the ceremony of a thousand miles is a night off.

From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon.

Liu Yuxi 1 1

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

12, Liu Yuxi, "Zhi Zhu's Ci, Part I"

The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.