What poems contain the word "Lin" in Tang poetry and Song poetry?

1, Su Shi's Ding Fengbo, Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest in the Song Dynasty;

On March 7th, it was raining on Shahu Road, and all the servants with rain gear left. The same people felt embarrassed, but I didn't think so.

The rain gear comes first, and the peers are in chaos. I didn't know it at first, but when I found out, I pretended to use this word.

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.

Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time.

Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.

Commentary: On March 7th, Hu Sha was caught in the rain, and the servant with rain gear left early. Everyone in the same trade feels embarrassed except me. After a while, it cleared up, so I made this word. Ignore the rain beating on the forest and leaves, why not let go of your throat and sing quietly.

Bamboo poles and sandals are more agile than riding horses. What is there to be afraid of? No matter the wind and rain, I will live in hemp fiber all my life. The spring breeze is cool, wake me up, it's cool, but the sunset in Chu Qing on the mountain is timely. Looking back at the bleak place when the wind and rain came, I walked home, whether it was raining or sunny.

2. Li Bai's "Bodhisattva Man Lin Ping Momo Ru Yan Weaving" in the Tang Dynasty:

The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is compassionate.

When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is sad.

The jade steps stand empty, and the birds fly quickly.

Where is the return trip? Long pavilion with short pavilion.

Interpretation: The distant forest is smoky, like a piece of textile, and the mountains in autumn are like a belt, sad and green. Twilight entered the boudoir, and someone was upstairs alone. On the jade steps, looking at the sky stands. The returning birds hurried away under the urging of returning to their nests. Where is my return trip? Pass the long pavilion, and then pass the short pavilion.

3. Li Bai's "Don't Become a Monk in Torin Temple" in the Tang Dynasty;

In Lin Dong's Fujian, the white ape cries the moon.

Laugh goodbye to Lushan Mountain, why bother with Huxi? ?

Interpretation: I stayed in Toringi for a few days and left in the high moon and the crying voice of white apes. Smiling and saying goodbye to the monk who saw me off, he joked: Don't break the rules and cross the forbidden line of "Tiger Creek".

4. Song Dynasty Su Shi's Partridge Sky, Forest Intermittent Mountain, Hidden Bamboo Wall;

Forest breaks mountains, bamboo hides walls. A small pond full of cicadas and weeds.

When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet.

Outside the hut, next to the ancient city. The cane turned to the sunset.

Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.

Interpretation: At the end of the lush forest in the distance are towering mountains. Near the house surrounded by bamboo forests, there is a small pond full of rotten grass, and the cicadas are dazzling. White birds fly by from time to time in the air, and the red lotus in the pond exudes fragrance.

In the countryside, near the ancient city wall, I walked slowly with a quinoa in my hand, and the sunset was in the blink of an eye. It rained a little diligently last night, and today it can make the wandering people enjoy a cool day.

5. Youth Tour in Jie Jiang in Song Dynasty: Lin Fenghong and Yan Lan in the evening;

The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls.

In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo.

The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come.

I only wrote my life as a song.

Interpretation: Maple trees are red, and dusk smoke is green. Every day, we face the gulls in Tingzhou, the water town where we live peacefully, and the sadness of exile and wandering everywhere. I love bamboo, and I have been wandering for 20 years, borrowing the name of bamboo. The spring breeze has not yet blown out, the autumn wind has arrived, I am old, and I despise all dust. I just made my life experience into the songs of boatmen and fishermen.