The last sentence is a poem.

About poetry sentences 1. Poetry describing poetry.

In the twilight, Bai Juyi is covered with sunset, half river rustling and half river red. On the third night of September, it looks like a pearl moon and a bow. South Yudafu, Wuyi, Thirty-six Xiongfeng and Qingxi have different scenery. If you look at the scenery from a strange place, the West Lake will always be small. A wanderer sings the thread in the hands of a loving mother, carefully sewing and mending clothes for her wayward son, afraid of delaying his return home, but how much love an inch of grass has, and she gets three spring flowers. It was four o'clock when the silkworm girl sang "Xie Fangde Zigui". Jade people have not returned from singing and dancing. Canglang quietly recited Su Shunqin's Lonely Walking Around the Virtual Pavilion and Treading on the Stone Shelf, chinese odyssey. In the mountains, cicadas sing over sparse houses, and wild vines enter broken windows. When the time came, the second son was still starving, so San Lv was exiled to the river. Today, I only hate Qing Lao, but I am not satisfied with the jar. Hong Xiuquan, who sings sword poems, is at home in the world. How about a peaceful and peaceful life? Shao Yong is full of flowers, and the wine cellar is full of good flowers. After two quiet days, he saw the prosperity of the four dynasties. He is in the prime of life, and his wine bottle is full of flowers. Try not to get drunk before the flowers. Bao Zhao, a great master of Dongwu Music, once sang a sentence. This servant is an indifferent country scholar. The general's heart is cold and warm. Now that he is in the next world, his works are very few. If current events are different, who can talk about his lonely achievements? If young people leave home, the poor and the elderly will still start. If you graze chickens and dolphins with crutches, you used to be like an eagle, but now you are like an ape in a cage. You have a thousand years of hatred, but you have a hundred years of resentment. You will give up your seat and think about it. Tian Yejia, who can row Nanshan and discipline Jedi, was slandered and killed three scholars with two peaches. Who can make a plan for this? Whitehead sings two songs of Han Yuefu as snow on the mountain, and the bright moon shines like a cloud. Wen Jun has two opinions, so he came to say goodbye. Today we are going to have a bucket party, and the head of Mingdan ditch is full of water. The horses in Youzhou sing, the nameless fast horses are often bitter and thin, and the suppression of children is often bitter and poor. Get on the Yellow River, get on the horse with money. Cao Ye singing in Wu Dong is like a tiger on the mountain and a mouse in the barn. He leaned gloomily against the gate, and no one spoke to him. General Li, who gave a banquet in the evening, longed for sex. Have you ever listened to me tease Handan girl? It's sad to be alone in Huang Jintai. Two love birds are swinging. The male nests in the Han Palace tree, and the female plays Qin. I would rather die than surrender. At this time, Gillian is charming and jealous, sitting alone in Nagato worrying about the sunset. I hope you are deeply interested in my concubine and don't haggle over words. If you get gold, your husband is so new and disloyal. Once you hire a Maoling girl, Wen Jun will sing to a white man. The east does not belong to the west, but the flowers will fall. The human heart is not as good as grass. Mo Juan-Long needs a cushion, so he gives birth to silk and keeps an amber pillow, or when he has a dream that he can't fill his cup, he is covered with water. It's hard to get back after abandoning my concubine. Since ancient times, he has never been proud of himself. Now he only sees the Qing Lingtai, the river singing Li Bai and Mulan's boats on the sand, and Yu Di and golden cones sitting at both ends. Wine is welcome, and prostitutes are free to go and stay with the waves. Immortality remains to be seen. Poetry becomes a smile and makes Cangzhou proud. If fame and fortune are long, Hanshui River should also flow to the northwest. Li Bai, who dreams of climbing Mount Tianmu, a sailing tourist will talk about Japan, whose water and fog are hidden outside the method, but the Vietnamese talk about Mount Tianmu, and still see the clouds passing through it at different depths, in a straight line of heaven, its peak enters heaven and the five sacred peaks at the top, and casts a shadow through China and a hundred-mile-long ladder range to fall to the southeast. I want to dream of five mountains, fly to Jinghu, and have a bright moon all night. Huyue came to see me and sent me to Tunxi. Xie Gong's place is still there today, and the water is rippling. Climbing the steps of Yun Lan, halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space, thousands of rocks turn around, flowers tempt me, and rocks relax me. The day suddenly ended, and the storms on bears, dragons and mountains disturbed the forest, making the mountains tremble, the dark clouds darkened by the darkness of rain, and the streams paled by the pallor of fog. There was thunderous thunder, the hills collapsed and the stones in the cave fanned open. There is no bottom in the sky, and the sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Neon is clothes, wind is horses, and the princes of clouds come down one after another. The gongs and drums are loud and the gods are like hemp. I wake up with a sigh. My pillow and mat are the clouds in which I was lost. This is the consistent way of human happiness. Everything will always flow to the east like water. When can I return my farewell to your husband? But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer and ride to you, the great mountain. When I need you, oh, how can I seriously go to a high level and a high position? Sitting and singing Li Bai's Winter Night at night, I felt cold at night and sat in the North Hall for a long time. The moon enters the boudoir ice spring, and the Jintan is green and sad. When the golden jar is put out, the crying turns even more. I hide my tears and listen to your songs. The song is loud and affectionate. There is nothing wrong with either. I don't understand a word. From Wanjun Quliang Chen Fei to Taoting in Yin Xue, Jason Wu, except for an ancient tung tree, it rises to the clouds. The branches welcome the birds in the north and south, and the leaves are sent with the wind. Zhang Yin Ji Jun knew that I had a husband and gave me two pearls. I feel that you are touching, and you are tied to the Hongluo mattress [1]. From my tall building to the garden, my wife holds a halberd in the bright light. With wind and rain like lightning. You have a thin calyx, a small garden with a low threshold, and your cultivation is not completed. It is better to blow out the red flowers than to hang down the willows. Think that spring is not old, people worry that spring is old, but this is only in the world. Hate ten times in spring, light and lonely, full of fragrance. Naturally, I know that peach blossoms bear fruit, but they are not thin because of spring. There are achievements in the world.

2. Guan and ancient poems and songs

Month: Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. I woke up, and the low moonlight shone on the rafters, as if it were your face, and it was still floating in the air (the first part of Two Dreams of Li Bai). In the distance, there was a sky, and the breeze rippled on the grass bank, and through the night, I was always lonely against my motionless tall mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! . -("Travel Night") Jianghan thinks of returning to the guest, and Gan Kun is a rotten scholar.

The sky is far away, and the moon is always lonely. The heart of the setting sun is still strong, and the autumn wind is sick.

Since ancient times, the old horse has not spent its physical strength because of its wisdom. Therefore, although I am old and sicker, I can still do it. -(Jianghan) It's cold in the autumn night. On the Laka tree in this courtyard, I'm lying alone in the town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle.

I hear the lonely notes of the horn ringing in the dark. Who looks good in the moonlight? My emissary is scattered by the vortex of rain and sand, and it is difficult to go. However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight.

-("Su Fu") Why do guests sleep? Qiu refuses to know! Walking into the curtain, the shadow of the waning moon and the high pillow are far away from the sound of the river. If you are all thumbs and have no food and clothing, then you are a poor friend.

An old lady's book is a test paper, and she should know that she didn't answer it. -("Guest Night") The sand is like snow before Yuefeng, and the moon outside the city is like frost.

I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night. Li Yi: Shouting at night in the hometown, the bright moon is like a mirror, and the sea clouds are like a palace.

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. Li Bai: "Farewell to Jingmen Ferry" Looking at the moon and thinking about the bright moon in Zhang Jiuling, looking at the sea and the horizon * * * At this time.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Drinking the bright moon alone Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me; Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

Alas, the moon cannot drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly; ; I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling behind; Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

Will goodwill be guaranteed? I think the Star River is a long road: Yongmei (Wang Anshi) has a few plums in one corner, and hanling has a single flower; I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Qiantang Lotus () In September, the flowers fall in the south of the Yangtze River and the lotus flowers turn in Zhongzhou. Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still sad. Dew wash the jade plate, the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows with the golden city and autumn. It's no use looking at it. There is also a secluded pond. It sings the song of Furong Southern Dynasties, and the breeze of the moon shakes the purple leaves and caresses them. The pond in the middle is so green that I am red. Sit and watch the year of flying frost and withering this red fragrance. Lu you plum blossom sentence I heard that the fragrance of plum blossoms is full of clear wind, and snowdrifts are all over the four mountains.

How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance? At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, plum trees were tall and reflected Chu Tianbi.

The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white. I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question.

Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can be used to comfort the thoughts of distant friends? Hongmei Su Shi believes in Hongmei every year, and the river hangs down to open.

Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots. Yimei and Li Shangyin live at the end of the world and don't want things to happen.

Samuume is the most offensive thing, because the old one is regarded as the flower that opened last year. Newly planted plums Bai Juyi Seven newly planted plums are planted by the pool and want to see them when they bloom.

Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you. It is amazing to explore the secluded steps in the Wanli Mountain of Yangmei, and it is late at night.

A plum blossom is annoying at the highest branch of the mountain: Li Bai sits alone in Jingting Mountain, birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.

The title Xilin wall _ _ _ Su Dongpo is regarded as a mountain peak on the side of the mountain, with different heights. He doesn't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but he is only on this mountain. Mountain Travel _ _ _ Du Mu is far away from Hanshan Mountain, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February, the flowers and trees are all autumn, and the mountains and mountains are only bright. Rows of red leaves, countless sunset mountains. (Wang Shizhen) Come to Tongcheng > The desolate city is close to the ancient road, and the leaves are full of autumn mountains. (Wang Wei) There seems to be no one on Wang Weikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I heard a voice. The sun shone on me from the green moss. One autumn evening, Wang Wei, an empty mountain after the rain, stood in the autumn evening.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. Looking at Tianmen Mountain, Li Bai's Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River.

The green hills on both sides of the strait face each other, and the lonely sails face the traditional festival: "Except for the night" (Tang Dynasty) is about empty worries, and Wan Li misses for a night. Worried that the crow dies, you will see the spring breeze again.

In the Yuan (Song) year, Wang Anshi's firecrackers rang at the age of one, and the spring breeze send warm entered Tu Su; Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. In the Yuan Dynasty, one year, the lotus leaked and the wine was frozen in Bijing Tu Su.

Han Xiao is still cheating. She is slim in spring. Beauty urges a long life, and cypress leaves and green peppers are covered with beautiful sleeves.

Deep in my hometown, I don't know each other, but I only stay with Dong Jun. In addition to the night (Southern Song Dynasty), Wen Tianxiang was dry and empty, and the years went to the hall; The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.

Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten; There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night. New Year's greetings (tomorrow) Wen Zhiming doesn't want to meet, just a courtesy call. We are all over the famous newspapers.

I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty. On New Year's Eve, I occasionally become a (clear) Huang Jingren. Thousands of people are smiling and slowly leaking, and hidden worries are hidden outside. People who stood quietly in the bridge didn't know it. They watched it for a long time, as if for a month.

Fengcheng New Year's Speech (Qing Dynasty) Cha Qiao cut a win and tried Silla, painting lottery gold as a moth; Since then, the scissors have been idle for a month, and there are more sewing in the boudoir before the age of 20. On New Year's Day in Jiawu (Qing Dynasty), Kong's white hair was not full, and the old-age stove was abandoned.

Cut the candle and dry the midnight snack wine, and spend all the spring money. Listen to the childlike innocence of burning firecrackers and see the change of peach blossom characters.

Add a plum blossom to the drum horn to celebrate the New Year in Lian Xiao. On the first day of New Year's Day, Liu Yazi was occupied, Dong laughed and celebrated the New Year, and Mrs. Hongyan sent plum blossoms; Everyone toasted each other in the toast to express their wishes for the New Year. After all the people were not satisfied, they tasted the tea of victory together and talked about current affairs.

Only loyal to the country, there is no paradise at home; Song and dance accompany Beijing to welcome the festival and overlook Yan' an scenery. Watching the flower market in Linmai Street during the Spring Festival, but leaning on the arcade like a corridor; Bundled potted plants are lined up, and the grass plants are woody and fragrant.

All night, the lights are bright and the songs are fascinating. It was this year that the scenery was beautiful and colorful. Friendship: 1. A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" is full of apricot trees along the river, and the new night wind.

The garden is full of shadows, shining in the green waves all night: spring breeze all night. A spring outing of Tang Wangya. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

3. Poems sung when I miss you

1. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.

2. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and old roads and thin horses. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"

3. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives more every festive season. -Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain"

When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. -Wang Wei's "Acacia"

5. Do you know how much you miss linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean? -The article "Two Songs of Nan Gezi"

6. I don't know who to talk to about lovesickness. -Yan's Sauvignon Blanc.

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Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.

8. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

9. If you don't miss life, you will miss it and you will miss it. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Ling Chun Qing"

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The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. -Zhang Ji "Qiu Si"

4. What are the ancient poems with only ten sentences?

1, "butterfly lovers, Wandering in Dangerous Buildings" Song Liu Yong

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

2. The history of Su Song in "Spring Scenery of Butterfly Lovers"

Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are plenty of fish in the sea!

Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.

3. How deep is the courtyard by Song Ouyang Xiu?

In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

4, "butterfly lovers Chrysanthemum Smoke and Blue Tears" Shu

The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.

Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?

5, "Dead Hua Lian tears wet Luo Yi powder full" Song Liqing photo.

Tears wet Luo Yi powder full, four stacks of sunshine, singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain smells lonely.

Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and shallow. It's better to read books in yan zhen than Penglai in the east.