On Rong's Aesthetic Poems

1. Beautiful word "Rong" Huanxisha. Who got the news to reject first frost (Qingnalan Xingde)

Who got the news of rejecting frost? Two rows of slanting geese, blue and eternal. The scenery in late autumn is bleak.

The silver garlic curtain is silent, and the jade hairpin knocks on the bamboo letter. Huanghua is also near Chongyang.

For this first word, the appreciation of "Dream Far" written in "The Complete Interpretation of Nalan Ci" is as follows:

How to hold a blooming hibiscus flower (frost-resistant hibiscus flower), between missing and missing. I hope your heart turns into a string of notes, floating in the sky and dirty in the ground.

Finger, how to play fragrant music on the screen? Yuchai, how to bloom brilliant flowers among bamboos?

Until the geese fly south, until the yellow flowers are full of Chongyang, until a cloud floats into my hut, until the sun begins to miss the next spring when we meet.

I wrote the following sentences myself:

Who said that you would come back when the hibiscus blooms, but I searched for flowers all over the mountain and couldn't find your reflection in the water; You said you didn't need to miss me if you were waist-length, but I couldn't see your face after looking for every hair. Whether your gentle face reverberates in first frost, blue sky, decadent and withered hibiscus flowers; Feathers fell, swallows left, the building was empty, and you fell on my face all over the sky. Between the clouds and the sky, I have a lingering fear. I drank all the empty bottles and poured them into my heart. It was really melancholy. The flute played the song of Zhu Liang, and the city is getting old.

I said, I will walk into your eyes when the hibiscus is gone and the flowers are gone, but I am still looking for a journey. How I want to go back to the rainy south of the Yangtze River, hold up an oil-paper umbrella and tap on your window; How I want to walk into the old city just to paint you with a touch of red makeup. How many lonely and cold nights, looking for your sleeping face in the dark air; How many cold months, miss my thoughts. It is cold and windy tonight.

,,,, It's a bit hypocritical. . . The landlord should not be disgusted,

2. Poems with Rong 1 Rongdutou, by Yuanyang Beach. Dry name

(Luntaizi liuyong)

Fogs converge into rivers, and smoke dissipates blue light. The rosy clouds set off the distant sky, and the shadows were intermittent and half-empty.

Month. The lonely village looks lonely and smells bad.

Fishing, even A Qiang flute. It only rained on the bank of Jiuyi Mountain, and the blood stains of Bambusa were added.

Color. Feel the traveler. Thinking about the old country,

Hatred follows obstacles. The road is long and Xiu Yuan is full of news.

Old pine and cypress are in love. When you hear Nosaru's screams, you worry. See fishing boats, Fu.

Rongdutou, by Yuanyang Beach. Dry name

Profits are useless in the end. I miss the years, I stay away from purple. The emerald moth is delicate and charming and will never leave.

After today, flowers bloom and willows hurt the soul.

Fame and fame lead service. And try to be patient and throw the scene away. )

Fu Rong opened his face on both sides.

3. This poem is honored with the word 1, in the Xiangjiang River in the autumn rain.

Clouds lock dreams on the river, and Liu Kun dances in the middle of the night.

The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.

Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?

Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.

2. Wu Xinyi Pei Di

The green embankment is covered with spring grass, and the prince and grandson keep it for fun. There are magnolia flowers, colors and hibiscus confusion

3. Nineteen ancient poems by China: Anonymous.

Picking hibiscus by the river, Lanzeduo fragrant grass.

Who is eager to leave? Thinking far away.

Looking back at my hometown, it's a long way.

I am bent on leaving home and worried to death.

4. Yunan Xie Ting Lingyun

In the evening, the sky is clear in Wan Li, and the clouds go to the west.

The dense forest is bright, and the far peak is hidden.

After a long sleep, the hotel overlooks the suburbs.

Eupatorium adenophorum was gradually swept away, and hibiscus started late.

I am not tired of youth, I have seen Zhu Ming move.

Feeling sad, the stars are gray.

The poison bait stops, and the decline is sudden.

When you die, wait for autumn water and rest on the old cliff of the scenic weir.

Who am I interested in and who is smart? Only feast on conscience.

5. Recalling Jiangnan Bai Juyi

Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong.

Wujiu, a cup of spring bamboo leaves,

Wu wa dances drunk with hibiscus,

We will meet again sooner or later.

6, ancient style Li Bai

The fairy shines like a star on the lotus peak in Huashan Mountain.

Holding a white hibiscus flower in both hands, curled up into a ball.

Dressed in colorful clothes, elegant clouds floated high into the sky.

I boarded the rainbow platform and bowed to Wei Shuqing.

Anxiously follow them and take Hongyan to Zixuan.

Inadvertently, the Luoyang Plain was full of soldiers in the Anshi Rebellion.

The bones are bloody, and the traitors turn their backs on the court.

4. The poem with the word Rong is 1. In autumn, when the Xiangjiang River rains, the clouds on the TanYongzhi River lock the dream soul, and the riverside dances Liu Kun in the middle of the night.

The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy. Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?

Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and the flute returns to the island gate. 2. The green embankment of Pei Di in Xinyi Wharf is covered with spring grass, and Wang Sun keeps it for himself to play. There are magnolia flowers, colors and hibiscus confusion. 3. Nineteen ancient poems: Han Anonymous picked hibiscus by the river and Lanzeduo fragrant grass.

Who is eager to leave? Thinking far away. Looking back at my hometown, it's a long way.

Leave home with one heart and one mind, and die of sorrow. 4. Xie Lingyun traveled to Nanting, turning into a clear night, and the clouds returned to the West. The dense forest is bright, and the far peak is hidden.

After a long sleep, the hotel overlooks the suburbs. Eupatorium adenophorum was gradually swept away, and hibiscus started late.

I am not tired of youth, I have seen Zhu Ming move. Feeling sad, the stars are gray.

The poison bait stops, and the decline is sudden. When you die, wait for autumn water and rest on the old cliff of the scenic weir.

Who am I interested in and who is smart? Only feast on conscience. 5. Remembering, Bai Juyi is in Jiangnan, followed by Wugong.

Wu JIU has a cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dances with hibiscus and gets drunk. See you again sooner or later. 6. Antique Li Bai went to the Lotus Mountain in the west to see the stars.

Holding a white hibiscus flower in both hands, curled up into a ball. Dressed in colorful clothes, elegant clouds floated high into the sky.

I boarded the rainbow platform and bowed to Wei Shuqing. Anxiously follow them and take Hongyan to Zixuan.

Inadvertently, the Luoyang Plain was full of soldiers in the Anshi Rebellion. The bones are bloody, and the traitors turn their backs on the court.

5. The poem praising Chengdu is 1, with the word "Rong", Xiangjiang River in autumn rain.

Clouds lock dreams on the river, and Liu Kun dances in the middle of the night.

The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.

Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?

Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.

2. Wu Xinyi Pei Di

The green embankment is covered with spring grass, and the prince and grandson keep it for fun. There are magnolia flowers, colors and hibiscus confusion

3. Nineteen ancient poems by China: Anonymous.

Picking hibiscus by the river, Lanzeduo fragrant grass.

Who is eager to leave? Thinking far away.

Looking back at my hometown, it's a long way.

I am bent on leaving home and worried to death.

4. Yunan Xie Ting Lingyun

In the evening, the sky is clear in Wan Li, and the clouds go to the west.

The dense forest is bright, and the far peak is hidden.

After a long sleep, the hotel overlooks the suburbs.

Eupatorium adenophorum was gradually swept away, and hibiscus started late.

I am not tired of youth, I have seen Zhu Ming move.

Feeling sad, the stars are gray.

The poison bait stops, and the decline is sudden.

When you die, wait for autumn water and rest on the old cliff of the scenic weir.

Who am I interested in and who is smart? Only feast on conscience.

6. Li Bai's "Sending a Text to the Old Residence of Huangshan White Goose Peak" is a beautiful poem with words.

There are 4,000 towering Huangshan Mountains and 32 lotus peaks.

Dan cliff face confrontation, some like lotus bud, some like Jin Furong.

Looking at the stream, I have reached the top and looked at the old pine in Tianmu Mountain.

The remains of the immortal jade smelting are still there, and the place left behind appears.

I know you want to go to Huangshan alone today. Maybe you can meet Wen Boxue.

In order to extract the essence from the five mountains, climbing temporary caves has gone through hardships.

Back home in Baieling, he longed for the water in the cinnabar well.

When the Phoenix comes, I will come. You are going to visit the Heavenly Palace in Yun Ni.

Lingyang, from Shandong, strolled under the fragrant osmanthus tree.

The sixteenth time back to the stream, the green hills are as clear as the sky.

I will often visit and take the Rainbow Bow Bridge in the future.

Meng Jiao, ancient meaning.

Dangzi guards the side, but beautiful women don't follow.

Many years have passed, and it has been described as sadness.

Going up and down the mountain, stepping on grass becomes a monument.

Talking about it is not a good thing.

Being alone is the bright moon, and knowing its ambition is the cold pine.

When a good peach blossom begins to blossom, it is sad at first sight.

The face is no longer spring, and the peach color is thicker.

Donate gas to the empty room, not afraid at first.

Start sewing instead of learning to be a tailor.

Embroidered in an undyed color into a Bai Furong.

If the lotus is not polluted, it will show its heart.

If you want to send it to someone who hasn't returned yet, there will be no letter in spring.

If you don't believe it, you will increase your worries.

May you be like dragon water, and the ice mirror water still flows.

Wan Qing silk, slender white jade hook.

There is no shortage of jade hooks and moss.

Return is not as good as hands, untie the knot in your heart.

"Gong Yuan's five poems? Liu Zongyuan, Furong Pavilion

The new pavilion leans on the bamboo sill, and the beautiful wood opens the hibiscus.

The morning breeze smells far away, and the color is cold and dew.

Natural and unrestrained out of the world, high-spirited, different.

Taste the metaphor of color and emptiness, who is the creative work.

Leave the autumn moon, pass the mountain bell.

7. The beautiful poem "Send a message to the former residence of Huangshan White Goose Peak" has the word "Cai Rong", Li Bai, Huangshan Mountain, 4 thousand meters, and 32 lotus peaks.

Dan cliff face confrontation, some like lotus bud, some like Jin Furong. Looking at the stream, I have reached the top and looked at the old pine in Tianmu Mountain.

The remains of the immortal jade smelting are still there, and the place left behind appears. I know you want to go to Huangshan alone today. Maybe you can meet Wen Boxue.

In order to extract the essence from the five mountains, climbing temporary caves has gone through hardships. Back home in Baieling, he longed for the water in the cinnabar well.

When the Phoenix comes, I will come. You are going to visit the Heavenly Palace in Yun Ni. Lingyang, from Shandong, strolled under the fragrant osmanthus tree.

The sixteenth time back to the stream, the green hills are as clear as the sky. I will often visit and take the Rainbow Bow Bridge in the future.

"Ancient Meaning" Meng Jiao is a prodigal son guarding the border, and beautiful women don't follow him. Many years have passed, and it has been described as sadness.

Going up and down the mountain, stepping on grass becomes a monument. Talking about it is not a good thing.

Being alone is the bright moon, and knowing its ambition is the cold pine. When a good peach blossom begins to blossom, it is sad at first sight.

The face is no longer spring, and the peach color is thicker. Donate gas to the empty room, not afraid at first.

Start sewing instead of learning to be a tailor. Embroidered in an undyed color into a Bai Furong.

If the lotus is not polluted, it will show its heart. If you want to send it to someone who hasn't returned yet, there will be no letter in spring.

If you don't believe it, you will increase your worries. May you be like dragon water, and the ice mirror water still flows.

Wan Qing silk, slender white jade hook. There is no shortage of jade hooks and moss.

Return is not as good as hands, untie the knot in your heart. "Gong Yuan's five poems? Lotus Pavilion: Liu Zongyuan's new pavilion overlooks the bamboo threshold, and Jia Mu opens a lotus.

The morning breeze smells far away, and the color is cold and dew. Natural and unrestrained out of the world, high-spirited, different.

Taste the metaphor of color and emptiness, who is the creative work. Leave the autumn moon, pass the mountain bell.