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Those amazing ancient poems with beautiful artistic conception

the south wind knows what I mean and dreams of Xizhou. -anonymous's "Xizhou Qu"

Full of vigor and light, it draws smoke from the furnace, and plain grass makes Yu Pei cold. It should be the immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds. -"qingpingle painting hall rises in the morning"

under the hall, there is a clear stream, and every apple is born. -Zhang lei's "yat sen villa"

the moonlight outside the window is frosty, so listen to the plum blossoms. -Qin Guan, "Taoyuan Remembers Old Friends? The jade building is locked in a deep lock.

After the lights go out, sleep in the beautiful rain. -Bai Juyi's Sleeping in the Autumn Rain

Yichuan Tobacco is full of wind. -He Zhu "sapphire case? Ling Bo is not crossing Hengtang Road

The long story tells that there was a hand in hand, and a thousand trees were pressed, and the West Lake was cold and blue. -Jiang Kui's Dimfragrance

Touching the moon, the world has been pitching for thousands of years. -Xin Qiji's "Water Tune"

Thanks for the pity of the moon, but it's hard to be round tonight. -Zhu Shuzhen's "Bodhisattva Man"

Clear water surprises autumn, and Huang Yun condenses dusk. -Qin Guan "Man Tingfang? Clear water surprises autumn

Shui Han is quiet and full of green hills, carrying the moon home. -Huang tingjian's "confession"

loneliness leaves the pavilion, and the mountain is cold at night. —— Wang Bo's

Farewell on a Moonlight in the Jiangting, with silent tears in the spring and shy clouds and shadows in the moon. -Wu Wenying's "Huanxisha"

The shore is green and green. -Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower"

reported that Mr. Gui Ye, apricot blossoms and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. -Yu Ji's

When I realized that there was nothing wrong with this heart, the little fish jumped out of the green duckweed. -Jiang Kui, "Living on the Lake? Seventh,

Changhuai suddenly lost sight of the sky, and the castle peak was long and the ship was low. -Su Shi's "When I first saw Huaishan in Yingkou, it was the day to Shouzhou"

It rained only when it was faint red, and a few threads were soft and green. -Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha"

After the people dispersed, the moon was as light as water. -Xie Yi, "Chitose?

Chanting about Summer Scenery

Love will win He Huan. Monk shirts blow the moon like snow, which has been spent for thousands of years. -Qinghe Wang's "Water Tune"

Pear blossoms are raining at dusk, and swallows are empty. -Zhang Kejiu's "Double Tune before the House? "leaning on the lake in autumn"

floating and leaping gold, still shadows and heavy walls. -fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang tower"

there is hatred from Luan, and the geese are silent. -Guan Yunshi, "Double Tune before the Palace?

A corner of the sky outside the window, floating clouds from west to east. The new moon is like a quiet girl, as soon as I am in the evening breeze. -Du Sui's Miscellaneous Poems

When Zhang Er looks at the south snow, I will grow old with Meihua. -Xu Ke's Untitled

Paper screen stone pillow bamboo square bed, tired hands, throwing books in the afternoon and dreaming long. -Cai Que's

Boarding a Car and Building a Pavilion in Summer began to pity the window of Youzhu Mountain, and did not change the shade until I returned. -Qian Qi's Returning to the Old Mountain Cottage in Late Spring

and a wind in the leaves along both banks, and the moon athwart my solitary sail. -Meng Haoran's "from a mooring on the tonglu to a friend in yangzhou"

The crescent moon is Juan Juan, and the night is cold and the mountain is quiet. Get up and scratch your head. Meiying is thin across the window. -Wang Zao's "Little Crimson Lips"

Plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, total acacia. Naturally, spring comes without knowing it. ? -Zhang Huiyan's "Meeting Huan"

Cangjiang River is fishing by firewood in the daytime, and it is raining when it comes back at dusk. -Li Shangyin's

Shui Han fish don't eat at night, and the boat is full and empty. -Decheng's "The Boat and the Monk"