About Yongwu poems, what are the Yongwu poems

Ma desert sand is like snow, and Yanshan and the moon are like hooks.

How to be a golden brain, walk quickly and step on Qingqiu.

Li He: Sick cow.

Ploughing thousands of acres and thousands of boxes, who will recover from exhaustion?

But all living beings are satisfied, and they do not hesitate to lie sick and lie in the sun. Li Gang The cicada sings in the west of the land, and the southern crown thinks deeply.

unbearable sideburns, come to the white head to groan.

It is difficult to fly in the dew, and the wind is loud and easy to sink.

No one believes in Gaojie, who is the best person to show his heart. Luo Bin.

The king rat is as big as a fight, and he will not leave when he sees someone opening a position.

The athletes have no food and the people are hungry, who will send the court into the king's mouth. Cao Ye Mei washes the inkstone pond trees at home, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the good color, only leave the pure air full of crown chrysanthemum.

The sassy west wind is planted all over the yard, and it is difficult for the cold fragrance and cold butterflies to come.

If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will report that the peach blossoms will bloom together.

Yellow Nest Lime.

Thousands of hammers are knocked out of the mountains, and the fire burns as if it were idle.

I don't hesitate to break my bones, and I want to leave my innocence in the world. Yu Qian.

Yong Coal — Ming Yu Qian.

Chisel through the chaos to get black gold, and store the deepest yang and meaning.

The bonfire burns to rejuvenate the vast spring, and the furnace shines through the night.

Ding Yi Yuan relies on generating power, and the iron and stone still exist after death.

I hope that the people will be full of warmth and work hard to get out of the mountains and forests.

Ode to Bamboo — Song Huang Tingjian.

When the deep-rooted Tibetan vessels are deeply rooted, they hold strange knots inch by inch.

Affected by the times, so it can be proud of ice and snow.

Yonghan Song Poems" Southern and Northern Dynasties Fan Yun.

Trim the strip and whisk the layer of Han. Dense leaf barrier Tianxun.

Ling Feng Zhi Jin Festival. Negative snow sees chastity.

Cicada — Don Yu Shinan.

Drink the dew, and the sound of dredging is clear.

Raising his voice from afar, not by the autumn wind.

Yonghan Pine Poems".

Cicada" Over the Old Man's Village".

The poems include "Cicada", "Lime Yin", "Yan Zheng Mansion with Yongzhu", "Bu Operator Yongmei", "Bee", "Fu Ju" and so on.

1, "Cicada" Tang Yu Shinan.

Drink the dew, and the sound of dredging is out.

Raising his voice from afar, not by the autumn wind.

2, "Lime Yin" Ming Yu Qian.

Thousands of hammers were carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire burned as if it were idle.

Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world.

3, Qi replied "Yan Zheng Mansion with Yongzhu" Tang Du Fu.

The green bamboo is half of the seeds, and the new shoots are only out of the wall.

The color invades the book late, and the shade is cold over the wine bottle.

The rain washes Juanjuan Juan, and the wind blows fine fragrance.

But there is no cutting of the order, and he will meet Gao Yinhui and the clouds.

4, "Fortune Operator: Yongmei" Song Lu You.

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless.

It's already dusk and I'm alone, and it's even more windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous.

Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

5, "Bee" Don Luo Yin.

Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.

After picking a hundred flowers into honey, for whom is it hard and for whom is it sweet?

6, "Not the First Queen" Tang Huangchao Boming.

When autumn comes on September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom.

The incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of ** armor.

are colorless, but this fragrance is not good.

Yao Xi is set in the shade, and the gold detention is late.

The back lamp shines on Qi, and the socks are wet.

Expect to say goodbye before the autumn and leave the dream song. 【Drunken Paradise】 Hibiscus Song Wu Wenying.

Hippi --- Baining.

Did you try it, your brother is shameless.

If the sedum is skinned, the day after tomorrow will run fast.

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is a flower and grass township.

The first volume of the brocade is Mrs. Wei, and the embroidery is still piled up by the Yue Ejun.

Flip the jade pendant with your hands down, and dance the tulip skirt with your waist.

Shijia candles have been cut, Xunling incense burner can be smoked.

I am a dream to pass the pen, and I want to send flowers and leaves to the clouds.

Cicada — Don Yu Shinan.

Drink the dew, and the sound of dredging is out.

Raising his voice from afar, not by the autumn wind.

The Thrush "Song Ouyang Xiu.

Hundreds of thousands of voices move at will, and the mountain flowers are red and purple trees.

I knew that the lock listened to the golden cage, and it was not as free as crying in the forest.

Bee Don Royin.

Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.

After picking a hundred flowers into honey, for whom is it hard and for whom is it sweet?

Xuemei Two Songs: One of Them".

Song Lumepo.

Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in spring, and the saucy people put aside the pen fee to comment on the chapter.

The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance.

"Plum Blossoms".

Song] Wang Anshi.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

Yongliu" Tang] He Zhizhang.

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Song of the Goose Tang] Luo Bing Wang.

Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky.

The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves.

Lime Yin" Ming] Yu Qian.

Thousands of hammers were carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire burned as if it were idle.

Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world.

Momei" Yuan] crown.

My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness.

Bamboo and Stone" Qing] Zheng Xie.

Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.