Mountain stream poems
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain. At night, the air is cool, as if it were autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing.
2. One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Banqiao Road in Zhuxi Village is inclined. Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium. -From the Tang Dynasty: Rain in the Mountain Village by Wang Jian
Interpretation of the vernacular: there are crows in the rain, and there are only one or two mountain villages. On the village road above Zhuxi, a slab bridge is oblique. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law call each other and choose silkworm eggs together. Only gardenias are in bloom, swaying in the courtyard alone.
3. The small bridge on the flat bank is crowded with thousands of people. Shui Rou blue, lingering with flowers and plants. -From the Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi's "The Fisherman's Pride"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the peaks overlap and the bridges are surrounded by flowing water; The river is blue, full of flowers and green grass.
Qingxi runs fast. Regardless of the castle peak. Thousands of miles of big plates level the world. It's more like a mountain range. -From the Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's "Qingping Music on the Road and Bridge"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The clean stream rushes joyfully and crosses the obstacles in the green hills. A small plain ten miles away from Fiona Fang. It is located in the middle of Qingshan stream.
5. I have sailed across the Huanghua River, with clear water across the stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles. The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank. -From the Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei's Qingxi/Guo Qingxi Water Works
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: You always chase the Qingxi River when you swim in Huanghuachuan. With the mountain, the stream turns a thousand times, but it travels less than a hundred miles. The water is noisy between the mountains and rocks, and the water is quiet and deeper than the depths of the pine forest. Weeds sway gently in the stream, and reeds are clearly reflected in the clear water.
2. Mountain Stream Poetry 1, Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek.
Excerpts from the original text:
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.
Explanation:
There is little human activity, only osmanthus is falling silently, and the valley in spring is silent and empty at night. The bright moon rises and shines brightly, alarming the birds living in the mountains. In this spring, they fly high and sing in the mountains and streams from time to time.
2. Don Wang Jian's "Nan Jian"
Excerpts from the original text:
Wild Gui Xiang is full of streams and hookahs are full of cold water.
Love this Nanxitou, gurgling all day long.
Explanation:
The fragrance of wild flowers and osmanthus is floating all over the stream, and the cold moss is attached to the water. I like to play here in Nanjian and listen to the sound of streams in the mountain stream all day.
3. Rain in the Mountain Village by Wang Jian in Tang Dynasty
Excerpts from the original text:
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.
Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
Explanation:
There is a crow in the rain, and one or two families are vaguely in the mountain village. On the village road above Zhuxi, a slab bridge is oblique. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law call each other and choose silkworm eggs together. Only gardenias are in bloom, swaying in the courtyard alone.
4. Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty.
Excerpts from the original text:
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.
Explanation:
The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain. As night falls, the air is cool, as if it were autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing.
5. Xixi Chuzhou written by Wei in Tang Dynasty.
Excerpts from the original text:
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Explanation:
My favorite is the faint weeds growing by the stream, and the orioles singing in the depths of the trees. The spring tide is rising and it is drizzling. There is no one at the wilderness ferry, only a small boat leisurely crosses the water.
3. Poems about streams and ponds [Song] Yang Wanli
Spring is silent, the stream is flowing,
The shade of trees shines on the water and likes sunshine and softness.
Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,
Dragonflies have long stood on it.
Jingxi
Du Xunhe
Jingxi stone is dangerous and people are cautious.
Don't smell the rollover all the year round;
But advection is not dangerous,
I always hear that there is sinking.
Foreign poetry ...
I'd rather be a stream
Petfi
I'd rather be a stream
A river in the mountains
On the rough road
Passing on the rocks. .
As long as my lover
This is a small fish.
In my waves
Swim around happily
I would like to be a deserted forest.
On both sides of the river
For a gust of wind
Fight bravely. . .
As long as my lover
This is a bird.
In my dense
Nest among branches and sing.
I would like to be a ruin.
On a steep rock
This silent destruction
This doesn't make me depressed. . . ..
As long as my lover
It's green ivy
Along my desolate forehead
Intimate upward climb
4. The classic poem about blue sky, white clouds and flowing mountains and paths is Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" in Yuan Dynasty: Tianjingsha Qiu Si, withered vines, small bridges and flowing people, old roads and thin horses.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. There are many images about flowing water, such as: Huanxisha-(Song) 20071February 24th, Su Shi Yuanfeng traveled to Nanshan from Liushu, Sizhou, with a drizzle and a slight chill in the oblique wind.
Light smoke clears the beach. The time to enter Huaihai and Luo Qing is getting longer and longer.
Snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon, and Artemisia annua shoots try spring vegetables. Human taste is pure happiness.
Huanxisha —— (Song) Li Qingzhao's bun hurts spring and combs more. In the evening breeze, plum blossoms fall in the courtyard, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon. Jade ducks smoke the stove to wake up, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceroses can also relieve the cold. Huanxisha-(Song) Li Qingzhao embroidered hibiscus and smiled.
Duck wrapped in crab roe with fragrant cheeks. Oh, I don't know
On the one hand, it is charming, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you. The moon moves and the shadow comes back.
Huanxisha-(Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao's cup is dark amber, and it melts before he is drunk. It's time to relax the clock. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
Huanxisha-(Song Dynasty) The idle window of Li Qingzhao's small courtyard is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the seven laws are ignored by leaning against the building. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha-(Southern Tang Dynasty) Li Yuhong is three feet high in the sun, and the golden stove adds fragrance to the beast, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles every step. Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum.
Huanxisha-(Song Dynasty) Yan Shu wrote new songs and drank a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old. When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.
Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. The curtain of Huanxisha-Yanshu Pavilion falls, and Sha Ting falls in the evening.
The dry shadow of the roll column enters the cold wave. For a while, the wind gives birth to a green curtain, and for a while, the raindrops round the lotus.
People who wake up after drinking are too worried. Huanxisha-Yan Shuyu's bowl is cool and dripping, and the powder melts into fragrant snow and penetrates the gauze.
Beauty powder sweat, through the thin gauze clothing, revealing a fragrant and white body; There are more faces with heavy makeup in the evening than lotus flowers. After going to the toilet, the slightly drooping hair complements the moon-like eyebrows; A touch of reddish wine dizzy, as bright as the morning glow, fell on her cheeks.
Sleeping during the day and sunset under the sun are all the first awakening of the spring dream. Huanxisha-Yan Shu has always been young and limited, and it is easy to get hooked when she is free.
Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs. Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more.
It is better to pity the present. Huanxisha-Su Shi's wind pressure is light, clouds fly with the water, and swallows compete for mud in billiards hall.
Shen Lang is too weak to bear the weight of clothes. There is no letter in the sand, and the time between bamboo forests is sad to hear the partridge.
My deep feelings are only known by falling flowers. Huanxisha-Qinguan desert is light and cold, and it goes up to the small building. Silver hooligans are like poor autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.
Huanxisha-Zhangxian Building is 100 feet high, above the Chunjiang River, and there is no radial direction in the smoke. How long has it been like a river tide? Flowers are flying in the wind, butterflies are flying, and bridges are flat in the water. Tonight is only a long time away. Huanxisha-Yan February breeze, thousands of strands of green silk meet, dancing smoke and sleeping in the rain.
The makeup mirror steals leaves from the eyebrows and borrows branches from the music. Late autumn frost is merciless.
Huanxisha-(Song Dynasty) Yan sang red plum lyrics, and the peach leaves at the willow tips were all hidden. Stop the clouds and send them away.
Only when his freewheeling sleeves are wet can he sing a song against Diane's eyebrows. At the end of the Song Dynasty, Yan Chai's beam was damaged.
Huanxisha-Yan's eyebrows fight and draw dragons every day, and he is frivolous. Don't marry your heart
Spitting wine and stirring words, the flowers are like dancing clothes. Spring burst into tears and said it was bleak.
Huanxisha-Su Shi's boundless wind and waves don't remember Su, and there are thousands of cars in the snow. But it's full. I'm sorry.
Green sleeves cling to the wind and lingering catkins, and red lips are rotten and drunk. Hand tweezers cream beard bottle.
Huanxisha-Su Shi thanked the rain in Shitan, Xuzhou, and wrote five songs on the road. Tancheng is 20 miles east of the city, which often corresponds to the increase or decrease of turbidity in Surabaya.
Seeing the fish in the dark red sun, even the village turned green and black, and the yellow children and the old people got together. Although elk are not used to meeting people, apes don't need to bark when they smell drums. When they come back, they will talk to Sanggu.
Turn on the red makeup to see the princess, the 3355 barbed fence door, rows of hairpin passing through the skirt. Young and old help the wheat harvest club, Wu Yuxiang Dance God Village, and the road is drunk at dusk.
The hemp leaves are shining layer by layer, who cooks cocoon fragrance village? The fence is charming and the words are distorted. Hang a white stick and lick your eyes? ? Soft and hungry, when will the bean leaves turn yellow? There are jujube flowers in the rustling clothes, cars ringing in the south and north of the village, and cucumbers are sold in the cow clothes Guliu.
The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage. After the rain, the grass is tender and fresh, and the sand is light and clean.
When do you clean the coupling? Mulberries are splashed in the warm day, and the wind is like wormwood. Stone is the middleman.
Huanxisha Zhang Xiaoxiang, the frost is clear, the flag is embroidered in the sheath, and it disappears. Wan Li Central Plains North War, a statue of muddy wine guarding the east of the building, the bar cried to hate Taiwan.
Huanxisha-Zhao Lingzhi's water is full of flowers. Fragrant and chaotic, deep language says oriole.
The east wind is light and soft. The long spring dream is short, and the willow smoke in Yanjiao is low.
When yukiko Yuchuang plays chess. Huanxisha-Nalan Rong Ruo Canxue Ninghui Cold Painting Screen.
Plum blossoms fall, the flute sounds, it's already midnight, and there is no one in the month. I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying.
In the sound of heartbroken, I think of Huanxisha-Nalan Rong Ruo reading the west wind alone and closing the window with yellow leaves rustling. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, the only way was the ordinary Huanxisha-Kuang Zhouyi cherished the residual red tears, covered his clothes, and could not be infatuated.
People miss each other everywhere. If the flowers bloom again, why don't the clouds stay for a while and mourn?
There is no entertainment, only sadness. Huanxisha-Zhou Bangyan, the high tide lifts fish, the sky pats the willow bridge, and the pigeons drag the rain across the river.
A spring letter entered the eastern suburbs. Idle to crush the phoenix group to sell short dreams and watch swallows build new nests.
And move the flower tip in the shadow of the sun. Huanxisha-Ouyang Xiuhu Zhu Qiao drew a wheel.
Dissolve spring water and soak spring clouds. Liuli Bi is smooth and dust-free.
When the road is full of drunken guests, the birds call a pedestrian every other day. How can the sun return to spring! Huanxisha-beautiful scenery and fragrant fragrance, west wind and green waves.
With the light * * * gaunt, ugly. The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold.
How many tears I hate and rely on. People in the upper reaches of Huanxisha-Ouyangxiu levee are painting boats one by one, patting the levee for four days.
The green poplars by the lake set off the small building, and the girl's voice on the swing came. Don't laugh at the old man with white hair still burying his head in the flowers. I frequently change cups with the euphemistic pipa melody of Liu Yao.
Everything in life, how to make a wine song? Huanxisha-Bird Wanzhong Mountain shakes Pinghu around the city, the reflection of lake light soaks into the green hills, and the crystal building has to work at night. When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are overcast and the moon is full, and the dew is turned over by fireflies, and it is rustling until morning.
Su Shi swims in Qingquan Temple, near Lanxi Temple. The stream flows west, the orchid buds are immersed in the stream, and the Songjiansha Road is clean and mud-free. It rained at dusk.
Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
5. Poem 1 Describe a brook, Taohuaxi.
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Xu
A high bridge appeared on the clouds and asked the fishing boats in the rocks.
Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream?
Translation:
A Gao Qiao appeared across the clouds and asked about the fishing boat on the west side of the rock. Peach blossoms flow all day. Which side of Qingxi is the entrance of Taoyuan Cave?
2. Qingxi Tour/Qingxi in Xuanzhou
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The water in Qingxichuan makes me clear that its water color is different from other rivers. Excuse me, where can I see the new river in Qing' an so clearly?
The man seems to be walking in the mirror, and the bird seems to be flying in the screen. Towards evening, the apes began to lament, but they could not infect the wanderers in the distance.
Translation:
The water in Qingxi makes my mind clear. Its water color is different from other rivers. Excuse me, Xin 'anjiang, which is famous for its clarity, where can it be as clear as this? People seem to walk in the mirror, and birds seem to fly lightly in the screen. In the evening, the orangutan began to cry in vain, infecting the wanderers in the distance with sadness.
3. Jingxi
Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe
Jingxi stone is dangerous and cautious, but it has no taste of overturning people all the year round.
But there is no stone in the advection, and it is always said that there is sinking.
Translation:
The rocks in Jingxi are very dangerous and the waves are very urgent. People passing by are very careful, and they won't hear the news that someone accidentally fell in and drowned all the year round. It is precisely where the water is slow and there is no reef, but it is often heard that people are drowned.
Step 4 cross the watershed
Tang dynasty: Wen
Xiaoxi is heartless, but seems to like me. Go to the mountains for three days and stay with me.
The ridge is the place where we parted, and the ripple flow started from my parting night.
Translation:
The stream is ruthless but seems to have affection for me. It can stay with me in the mountains for three days. Climbing to the top of the mountain is where we parted, whispering for a night to say goodbye to me.
5. "Lingyang West to Setan, Xia Jing County"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The flowing water in Setan is endless, and apes are running on both sides of the mountain.
The waves of the stream are like snow, and it is impossible to cross the boat in the water.
Boatman and fisherman, I'm afraid 1000 boats punted here in the first year.
Translation:
Sese beach flowing water, on both sides of the mountain is full of apes running. The waves rolled up by Lingyangxi are like snow, and the boulder stands sideways in the water and can't cross the boat. I'm afraid boatmen and fishermen will break 10 thousand poles here in a year.
6. Poems about streams and small pools [Song] Yang Wanli's eyes are silent, and the trees are sunny and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. Jingxi Du Xunhe Jingxi Stone is dangerous and cautious, and it does not smell overturned people all the year round; But advection is not dangerous, and it is always said that there is sinking. Foreign poetry ... I would like to be a stream, I would like to be a small river in a stream, crossing rocks on a rugged road.
. As long as my lover is a small fish swimming happily in my waves, I am willing to be a barren forest on both sides of the river and bravely fight against the gust of wind.
. As long as my lover is a bird nesting among my dense branches, I am willing to be a ruin on a steep rock. This silent destruction didn't make me feel depressed.
. . .. as long as my lover is ivy, climb up my desolate forehead intimately.
7. Lin Wutong's poems on mountain streams do not belong to Li Langzhong or Xue Tao, and it is even more bleak to climb the Qinling Mountains.
An Ren's poems will be given, and half of them are mixed with eulogy. After a heavy rain, Miao Su once turned from the sun to the rain and dreamed of a cool and moist skirt.
Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream. Thousands of miles of rice flowers are beautiful, even the phoenix tree is better.
There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field. Beginning of autumn Liu Hanti scattered jade screen empty, a pillow cool, a fan blowing.
There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon. Feng Yansi's new house, where the mulberry seeds were picked, went out with heavy curtains at midnight.
The slanting moon is hazy, and the flowers are red after the rain. The infinite sadness of the past year is still the east wind.
Alone on the phoenix tree, I want to think until dawn. Wu Ye Binary Anonymous Autumn has come, and it is getting cold, and the cold geese are flying south.
Buttonwood with yellow leaves. I'm so sad, the embroidered quilt is half empty.
The soothsayer heartbroken Xia Wanchun's autumn scenery went to the empty boudoir, and the phoenix tree leaves were swept at night. Unexpectedly, if we can't get together, we will miss each other.
Twelve Yushu trees are withered, and the lanterns are flickering. After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows the moon.
In summer, the curtains in Chen Shulan are drawn longer and longer, and there is a fragrant lotus flower in front of the courtyard. People preach that Lang is under the buttonwood tree, and I wish to be a phoenix.
On an autumn night, Chen Wenshu saw the Milky Way at the bottom of the plane blade. When the window was opened, the dew was cold and blue. The insects on the four walls sound like two rows of geese, and I don't know where to get autumn more.
Meng Haoran, Wei Yun's Guanghe, sparse raindrops and phoenix trees. One by one, I have good control and care.
Fangcaodu Feng Yansi phoenix tree falls, and it's autumn. As soon as the smoke cooled down, the rain stopped, and the depressed scenery was just worrying.
After people leave, how much hate, in my heart. Yan Hongyuan, strong brother resentment, he is a boundless river.
The mountains are like wearing, the moon is like hooking, the songs are scattered, the dreams are broken, and the buildings are leaning. In Feng Yansi, Yu Meiren, the blue wave curtain hangs over the Pearl Lake, and Yingying speaks under the curtain.
Boluo still cries for youth, and wild flowers and grass are new every year, which is hard to talk about. Where is Shengfeng's tall building? Who can tell the bitterness? One moment, the phoenix tree was photographed, and the tears and the east wind were beaten. I hate it.
Yu Meiren's new passion in Feng Yansi painting hall is dim, pearls and foils are hung in the middle of the night. The bridal chamber sleeps on the moon, and the phoenix tree double shadows on Zhu Xuan, in front of the steps.
Even in the high-rise buildings, there is a banquet, and the pipe is blocked and bitter. I left my heart with a voice. Old love is hard to find and I hate it.
Li Yu, a mulberry picker, dragged the golden well, and the phoenix tree was dying, and several trees were shocked. If it rains, worry about me, and a hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook.
Joan's window was broken in spring, and she looked back at the edge. If you want to send a scale tour, nine cold waves will not flow back.
I met Yu without saying a word and went to the west wing alone. The moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sadness, [don't have a taste in your heart.
Partridge sky, Li Qingzhao cold lock the window, phoenix tree should hate night frost. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
Qingping Leyan's strings are freehand brushwork, with dense meaning and broken strings. The book is full of infinite things, and I still hate it.
Lying listening to the rain-discharging phoenix tree, the rain is faint and hazy. Where is the soul of a one-night dream? It's in Yang's room.
Yan, Xiang Er, the evening is green, cold, red and fragrant. Cherish the years, who are you with today?
Yun Lan is scattered and the figures are magnificent. Look at Julian dying, Gong Shan getting old and complaining about the autumn wind.
What is the moment of falling leaves? If you want to teach heaven, there is no end to hatred. Try to learn from the past and lean on the buttonwood.
That's where the soul disappears. On a moonlit night, the pink screen is empty. Qingpingle Yan Shujin has a thin wind, and the leaves fall with the phoenix tree.
Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste, but a small window pillow sleeps deeply. Lagerstroemia speciosa Zhu Jin flowers, sunset wither.
The silverscreen was slightly cold last night. No one sits in Zhang Lei's yard at night, and the night frost will dissipate first.
Indus is really unwilling to wither, and a few leaves are still audible in the wind. Dusk in cool thin, in Wu Wenying, Jie Lianhuan.
I suspect that the breeze moved the bamboo, so my old friend came to Miao. Gradually, the night grew long, and the fireflies were attracted leisurely, and the light was dull and the darkness was white.
Dreams come true in pairs, and the phoenix jade rope falls to the west. Covering and practicing [1] the curtain is tired, which makes the old man feel sad and sweaty.
Silver bottles hate sinking and broken ropes. Sighing that the phoenix tree is not in autumn is a revelation.
The shadow of the moon and the bright moon are idle, and the dust has already damaged painters, and Chushan will abide by the agreement. The green is cold and the red is red. I'm afraid to dive in the West Pool.
Remember Hunan and Hubei, crimson and black. Withered flowers and fallen calyx.
Partridge day Zhou Zizhi ran out with a little residual red. The screen is full of cool autumn air.
It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving. Adjust the treasure, dial the gold.
At that time, they sang partridge words together. It's windy and rainy now, and I cry when I can't hear the song clearly.
Bodhisattva Man Zhu Qiusheng rises and falls on the phoenix tree, and the chanting adds to the sadness. Sleeping with a lamp on your pillow, the moon and broken dreams are round.
Get up and hook the foil. Where is the cold anvil? Lonely and powerless, forcing the wind to expose the cold.
Zhu has been awake for a long time in the autumn night, and the autumn air is clear, and the candle flowers are frequently cut for the night. The bed is cold and full of phoenix trees, and the moon is bright where phoenix trees are missing.
Qingjiang led Qian Lin's kindness to sleep with Wan Fan until the sad season. A phoenix tree leaves, anvil pestle for thousands of months, and there is a lot of iron outside the eaves.
Meng Jiao, Lakashu two mature, mandarin ducks die side by side. Virgins are your husbands, and they live as faithfully as they do.
Swear to God that my heart will always be faithful, just like a quiet old well! Ding Xifan and Wei Zhuang picked up all the red embers of the golden lamp, which made people burn, slowly leak and never sleep.
Leaning against the silver screen, I was speechless and worried about my brow. Smothering the rain with phoenix trees, dripping acacia.
To make matters worse, Wen Tingyun's jade fragrance and red wax tears lit up Qiu Si in the painting hall. The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Xianger Li Qingzhao, singing in the grass, surprised the phoenix tree, worried about the country and the people. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times.
You come and I go, don't meet. I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.
Penny Weaver, this is just separation. The weather is sunny, rainy and windy.
Yi Qin 'e, Li Qingzhao's lofty pavilion and Ye Ping's chaotic mountain are all covered with smoke. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.
The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold, and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling.
This time, what a sad sentence! Xie Tiao North Building, Qiudeng Xuancheng, has picturesque scenery and overlooks the clear Wan Li. Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
8. Poems about Streams Wang Wei's Qingxi
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.
"Taoyuan Star" looked at the bright trees. He never considered the distance. He did his best in Qingxi and suddenly paid attention to people.
To be sure, you have to go through the depths of the mountains to enter. How many times did Qingxi reach Yunlin?
"In the Mountain" comes out of the white stone in the west of Beijing, and the red leaves are rare in cold weather.
"Birds in the Stream" surprised the birds on the moon and sang in the stream in the village.
A leaf boat on Lake Ruoya in spring, my boat and I crossed the flowers and entered the lake before the evening breeze.
There is often a "Wang Changlin retreat" here, next to a clear and deep lake, only lonely clouds are hidden.
Li Bai's "Difficult Road" came to fish and sit by the stream, but I suddenly dreamed that I was driving a boat and sailing towards the sun.
"Emei Mountain Moon Song" sent Qingxi to visit the Three Gorges at night, but I missed you in Yuzhou.
"Yue Nv Ci" (the second of five) is a poem by Nishino, Lotus Picker, and I saw the guest's chorus.
The mirror lake is like the moon, and the wild girl wins the snow.
Liu's "Queti" is on a road stretching to the white clouds, beside a spring stretching to the bluest river.
Zhang Xu's Peach Blossom Creek Peach Blossoms follow the water all day long. Where is the hole in Qingxi?
"Boating in Qingxi" is not too bright to laugh at Qingxi Moon.
Lee Tae's "Han Gong Chun"
Shallow as practice, ask what Yutang looks like, and the cottage is alienated.
Wei's "Chuzhou Xixi" was born beside the Youcao Creek, and there were orioles singing on the trees.
Li Hua's Improvisation of Spring Yiyang City is full of grass and water flows from east to west.
Once upon a time, "Three Roads in the Middle Road" was full of plum blossoms and streams.
He Geng's Memories of Qin E is hazy, and birds are singing in a hurry in Qianxi.
Spring in Wuling by Li Qingzhao
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid I'll go boating in Shuangxi,
I can't carry it, and I'm worried.
"Like a Dream" often reminds me of the sunset in Xiting, and I don't know my way home when I am intoxicated.
Give up disease
"Xijiangyue" Maodian community in the old society is close to the forest, and the road turns to the stream bridge.
In "Partridge Sky", peaches and plums are worried about the wind and rain in the city, and shepherd's purse is spent in the stream in spring.
"Raw Tea Son" was shot by the stream, and the sky was at the bottom of Qingxi.
"Qingpingle" has low eaves and green grass on the stream.
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
There is no shortage of people in the world, and the stream in front of the door can still go west.
Feng took the opportunity to contact "self-titled dating romantic building:
A stream, a stream and a moon, is sparse on eight sides and windy on eight sides.
Huang Tingjian's Water Melody
Yao Cao, He Bi, entered Wulingxi in spring. There are countless peach blossoms on the stream and orioles on the branches.
Liu Zongyuan's "Xi Ju" I plow in the morning, turn over the grass with dew, and ring streams and stones at night.
Su Shi
"Youmei" Zhuxi Garden Ceng Zui, the wine smells more than tears.
"Xijiang Moon" unfortunately has a romantic flow, so it doesn't teach me to break through Qiong Yao.
Zhou Bangyan's "Xijiang Moon" Taoxi does not live peacefully, and the autumn lotus root is gone forever.
The blue buds under the mountain invade the stream for a short time, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free.