A poem that ends with lying down

Poetry about lying 1. Poetry related to Chen.

Weicheng Qu Wang Wei Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

William Wang luminous glass wine, if you want to drink pipa, you should urge it immediately. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times? Li Bai, Lan Ling, Hakka wine tulip, jade bowl amber light.

But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was. 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. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. Will goodwill be guaranteed? , I see the Milky Way Long Road, and Cao Cao's Drinking Short Song. What's the life geometry? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.

Be generous, and your troubles will be unforgettable. How to solve your worries? Only Du Kang.

Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. But for your sake, Shen Yin has come a long way.

A herd of deer, yo, ate mugwort in Ye Yuan. I have a group of good guests, playing the piano and playing the piano.

As clear as the bright moon, when can I forget it? The troubles come from this and cannot be cut off. The weirder, the more useless.

Talk about the banquet and miss the old grace. There are few stars in the moon, and blackbirds fly south and circle the tree three times. What branches can you rely on? The mountain is never too high, and the sea is never too deep.

The duke of Zhou vomited, and the world returned to the heart. Li Qingzhao doesn't make a cup of deep amber when he is drunk.

You should be late in the wind and relax your clock, and your brain will slowly disappear. When you wake up, there will be a cold golden bun. Loosen it. When I wake up, I will have a cup of Hongshan Candle Flower and a cup of Li Baishan bloom.

I'm drunk enough to go to bed, and the Ming Dynasty is going to play the piano. Cen Can old man, 70 years old, still sells wine, with thousands of pots and pans at the door.

Elm pods on the roadside are still like money. Will you pick them to sell wine? When I saw Li Shaofu off, I met him at the guest house and had a good talk. Hotels mean a lot of things, and it snows in Chu Qing. The master won't return until he is drunk.

Do you want to go home at dusk? A suggestion to my friend Bai Liu Juyi is that there is red stirring in a quiet stove, and green ants are baking new wine. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? Breaking up in a hotel in Nanjing, Li Bai, a breeze, brought catkins, which made the store sweeter. Wu Ji pressed the wine and advised the guests to enjoy it.

Comrades in my city came to see me off. When each of them drank his glass, I said to him when leaving. Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? It was like a dream. Last night, after a storm, the wind suddenly blew. Li Qingzhao often thinks of the sunset in Xiting, intoxicated with it, and doesn't know the way home.

After returning to the boat in the evening, I strayed into the depths of the lotus, and fought for the ferry, and a pool of gulls rose. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.

I want to ask the shutter man, I know that Haitang is still the same. Do you know it should be green, fat, red and thin? Li Baijun didn't see how the water of the Yellow River flowed from heaven into the ocean, which was gone forever; Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night? Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, all want to come back! , the fun of cooking and slaughtering cattle, let me, 300 bowls, a long drink! .

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! . Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me, what are bells and drums, what are delicacies and what are treasures? I hope I will never wake up when I am drunk.

Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners

Master, why don't you say you have less money? Go buy wine and we'll drink it together! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? -Du Mu's "Qingming" Modao farmhouse mixed wine.

-Lu You's "Tour Shanxi Village", red crisp hands, Huangteng wine. -Lu You's "Mao Feng" A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.

-Yang Shen's "Linjiang Fairy" This is the opening word of The Romance of the Three Kingdoms. A deep sleep needs no residual wine. -Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream" Hull will change wine.

-Li Bai's "Into the Wine" and loudly I sing and I drink. -Wang Wei's "Smelling the General Receiving Henan and Hebei" wakes up with a cold spring breeze.

-Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" sent a warm spring wine in the air. -Li Shangyin's untitled luminous glass of wine.

-the author forgot. I suggest you drink more wine.

When is the bright moon? Put the wine in the air. -Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival" WU GANG holds out osmanthus wine.

-A suggestion for friends Liu and Bai Juyi: There is a ray of green in the old bottle, a touch of red in the quiet stove and a snowy evening outside. How about a glass of wine inside? .

2. Wonderful descriptions of poems, words and sentences about rain. Words. Example: Lie down and listen to the drizzle. What?

Spring rain is as expensive as oil. Raindrops are connected together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes. The breeze blows, and the rain curtain is oblique, like a thin line running towards the vegetation and walls. When it rains, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops. Rain falls from the sky like ten thousand silver lines, and rows of drained water drops fall from the eaves like beautiful bead curtains. It is raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small one. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window. Raindrops rolled down the grass stem, one drop into the soil, the other drop into the grass mouth, I can't find it. Raindrops fell on my head and body, and I stood on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle. The heavy rain kept falling like broken beads. It kept pouring down, and the rain under the eaves gathered into a stream on the street. The heavy rain fell madly from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to collapse. Wind chases rain, rain chases wind, wind and rain unite to chase dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is raining. Rain, like thousands of silver wires floating down from the sky, drizzle, falls quietly and silently, like silver wires spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments rippled in mid-air, and long veils covered the black oil fields. Dark clouds rolled in the sky and suddenly it rained cats and dogs. The drizzle fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with white gauze like cicadas. Raindrops are thin, like cotton. Like catkin poems floating in time and space in spring, the rain is 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in the Mountain") 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and it is empty and green. There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. (Zhang: (Fishing Song)) 6. Lying in the middle of the night, listening to the wind and rain, the dream of MOS rail glacier. (Lu You: Heavy Rain on November 4th) 7. During the Qingming Festival, pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu: (Qingming)) 8. Wu, alone on a cold rainy night, is seeing me off. () The green willow in the guest house is new in color. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Xi》) 10/0. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. (Su Shi's "Drinking on the Lake after Chu Qing") The rain at sunset is the most common, and it lasts for three or two days. Don't bother. Look, it's like cow hair. There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their hut was sparse and quiet in the rain.

3. Hymns

Li Qingzhao's summer quatrains

Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.

Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.

Messages for Meng Haoran and Li Bai

Master, I cheer you from the bottom of my heart. Your fame has risen to the sky.

In the rosy youth, you gave up the importance of hats and chariots and chose pine trees and clouds; Now whitehead.

Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor.

Gaoshan, how I long to reach you, that's all.

Express the author's admiration and praise for Meng Haoran's noble character.

Du fu, prime minister

Where is the temple of the famous prime minister,

In a pine forest near the Silk City.

The green grass in spring dyed the steps red,

Birds are chirping happily under the leaves.

The third summons asked him to deal with state affairs,

He gave his heart to two generations.

But before he conquered, he was dead,

Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats.

Admire Zhuge Liang's loyalty to the country

Step 4 write a poem

Su Shi saw a bright moon in Wang Anshi's poem, and the yellow dog was lying in the flower heart, just like being () () () () ()-() () () () () () () () () () () [Fill in the two-part allegorical sayings]. What's the name of the moon? The yellow dog can't sleep on the flower heart! So he began to change two words and made the poem into a bright moon (picture) and a yellow dog lying in the sky (shadow). Su Shi prides himself on his escort and propriety. A few years later, Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou. One evening, Su Shi was enjoying the cool in the yard when a bug flew overhead. His people told him that this is a specialty of Huangzhou, named Yue Ming, and Su Shi heard about it. The servant said, "my Lord, this is also a unique insect here." Su Shi sighed: "I am just (dull) (learned) (shallow), but I still pretend to be a hero." It's really (shame) (shame) (when) Hu changed the poem of Prime Minister Wang.

5. Poems about the night sky

Meng Haoran, now that the sun has set in the west, the valley behind the valley is blurred.

The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.

Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high 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, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * 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. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.

The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.

In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.

Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. 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.

Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.

Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.

The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.

From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey whimpers on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushes at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.

Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.

One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.

However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.

In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.

The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and kept each other for fear that the bell would ring.

Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.

Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.

Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.

The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.

Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. I feel sorry for myself in the night sky. I spare no effort to defend myself, but the river can't be filled in. I have many feelings in my heart. I want to be a pair of bluebirds in front of Shu. Sufu (Du Fu) is cold in the autumn night. On the Laka tree in this courtyard, I am lying alone in the town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.

However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door.

The dream smells like a broken horn and sends a lingering sound, hoping that the new wave will flow to the old mark. Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.

More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian. In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and snow and frost turn the cold hovering nights white.

Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.

Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.

People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.

Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends.

The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky. The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.

That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone.

Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc.

My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's star, last night's wind, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.

Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Untitled 1 (Li Shangyin) You said you were coming, but you didn't come. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.

The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.

But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Night Sleeping in Jiande (Meng Haoran) When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark and old memories began.

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! Zhu Liting (Wang Wei), leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the piano and hummed. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Autumn Night Message Autumn (Wei) I am walking in the cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.

Cosugo (Westerner), a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night. Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.

The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) who stayed in the snow was far away at dusk, freezing in the cold, and the house was poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Qu Xia (Lulun) In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, the leaders of the Tatars are fleeing in the dark, and we are riding light horses and carrying heavy snow, chasing them on our bows and swords. Sai Qu Xia (played by Lu Lun) is frightened by the dark grass, and the general draws his bow at night. The next morning, he found that his white arrow was not on the stone ridge.

6. Poems describing Songshan (famous sentences)

There are not many poems written by Songshan, but I found a few, at least the author is quite famous:

Chuzhou, Song Li

Tang Bai Juyi

You pay close attention to the road,

I am also a Zen master.

If you don't realize your illness, you must go to see a doctor.

When you know it is empty, don't be empty.

Lying in white at the foot of Songshan Mountain,

Soap covers spring, Chu and Shuidong.

People who say goodbye three years later,

Both hearts are in the Dojo.

Send Hebei to travel from Luo Zhong to the east.

Dondum

Three fights of wine, yellow leaves in the eastern suburbs are thick.

I feel tears, you sing.

Songshan Mountain is 10,000 feet high and flowing water lasts forever.

Don't ask the past, the sky is empty.

Xiashange

Tangsong wenzhi

Going down Songshan, I have a lot of thoughts.

It's too late to take a beautiful woman away.

The moon among the pine trees looks like this.

When will you swim again?

7. Poems about fine wine

Visiting China (Li Bai)

Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light.

But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was.

Liangzhou Ci (two songs and one song) (William Wang)

Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away.

Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?

A Young Man's Journey (I) (Wang Wei)

A barrel of Xinfeng wine is worth 10,000 yuan, and the ranger with five spirits is a teenager.

When we met, people drank to the spirit of the king, and the horse was tied under the weeping willow in the restaurant.

Ten Rhyme Poems in Spring and Yuan Rites (Huang Tingjian)

I can't say that getting old is like a piano without strings.

New flowers will be drunk thousands of times, and wine will run a hundred ships.