With the words Xian and Ning classical poems

Xian Ju Ning" forest, grass pond, tea fragrance, autumn wind, leaf yellow, red furnace Wang, virtuous) people gather, on the vicissitudes of life, the living wish, the world (Ning), the sunrise in the east to see the rising sun, happy life tea sweet, Leshan play water words happy!

White Feather Thousand Thousand Hidden Head Poems.

Xianning is a good match", virtuous and talented, dreaming.

Tranquil loft white clouds.

Friends join hands with the Future Show.

Acacia is connected with the ship.

Virtuous like a genius, he was shocked.

Ning is like a beautiful woman, and the city is inclined with a smile.

Here, it is very convenient to check it yourself.

There are guests in the forest and no one knows them, and they are in the heart of eternity. (Nine Songs Zhu Xi) Spring Night Joy Rain Du Fu.

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Shi'er Land Tour.

After his death, he knew that everything was empty, but he was sad and did not see Kyushu.

Wang Shi set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Naiweng.

The mountain has Fusu Book of Poetry.

There is Fusu in the mountains, and there is Hehua in Xi. I don't see the son, but I see madness.

There are pine trees in the mountains, and there are swimming dragons in the mountains. I don't see Zichong, but I see a cunning child.

Annexation of Wang Anshi.

Three generations of people, public and private are no different from wealth.

The master of man is good at manipulating the handle, like the heavens holding the leader.

Give all self, merger is treacherous.

There is a punishment for treachery, and there is no momentum.

Later generations began to hold it upside down, and it was difficult to judge the head of Qian.

King Qin didn't know this, and built a clear platform.

The day of propriety and righteousness has been stolen, and the Bible has been lost for a long time.

There are still those who live in the law, and they want to speak at the right time.

The layman doesn't know the way, and the gram is the material.

Vulgar Confucianism does not know how to change, and mergers can be indestructible.

Likong is out of the way, and the villain is privately opened.

There is a division to fight with, and the people are more pitiful.

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Du Fu "Spring Night Rain".

The family sacrifice is not forgotten.

The sea is inclusive of all rivers and there is tolerance is big -- is this an ancient poem? . .

Spring night rain.

Du Fu knows the season when the rain is good, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Shi'er Land Tour.

When I died, I knew that everything was empty, but I couldn't see Kyushu with sorrow.

Wang Shi set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Naiweng.

Mountains and rivers.

Boya is good at drumming and piano, and Zhong Ziqi is good at listening. Boya drum and qin, aiming at the high mountains, Zhong Ziqi said: 'Good, E's like Mount Tai!'

Aiming at flowing water, Zhong Ziqi said: 'Good, like a river!' 'What Boya reads, the bell will get.

Boya swims in the yin of Mount Tai, dies in the rainstorm, stops under the rock, and is sad, (it is to help the piano and drum it). At the beginning, it was the operation of 'rain rain', and it also created the sound of 'mountain collapse'. Every time the song is played, the bell is full of fun.

Boya sighed and said: "Good, good, the son listens to the husband!" Zhi imagines my heart also.

Where shall I escape? ”

"Liezi Tang Wen".

Without me, I know this one, I'm sorry.

In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned.

But to make the dragon city fly, do not teach Hu Ma to cross Yin Mountain!

The poetess surnamed Xu in the Qing Dynasty also used the story of Yu Ji to narrate "Yu Beauty":

The king was full of spirits, and the concubine He could enter the Han Palace.

The blue blood turns into grass on the river, and the flowers bloom more red than the rhododendron.

To sing with Xiang Yu:

Pull out the mountains and cover the world.

The times are not good, and the smos will not pass.

It's okay to be helpless.

Yu Xi Yu Xi is helpless.

At the end of summer--- I have a feeling of visiting Weishan Lake.

Who made the west wind summer and autumn?

Green water, blue waves, yellow leaf boat!

Tighten the four-hu silver fishing nets, and drink gold bottle wine at leisure.

Arctic Jun Ancient Poetry Classics.

A little deeper, the deep mountains shine in the late autumn rain. —Nalan Rongruo, "Butterfly Loves Flowers, Out of the Stopper".

Butterfly Loves Flowers" Ouyang Xiu.

The courtyard is a little deeper, the willows are piled up with smoke, and the curtains are not repeated. Yule carved saddle tour smelter, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road. The rain and wind are wild in March twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

Linjiang Immortal Mei" Li Qingzhao.

The courtyard is a little deeper, and the cloud window fog pavilion is late in spring. For who is haggard and damaged Fangzi, it is good to dream at night, it should be a southern branch. The jade thin sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful, and the Qiang pipe in the south building is blown. Who knows if the strong fragrance blows, the warm wind will be sooner or later, don't go to the apricot blossom fertilizer.

Qinyuan Spring" Nalan Rongruo.

Preface: Three days before Ding Si's Chongyang Festival, the deceased woman in the dream was dressed lightly, choked with her hands, and could no longer remember many words. But there is a cloud of parting: "I wish to be the moon in the sky, and I still have to pay to Lang Yuan every year." "Women are not working on poetry, I don't know how to get this, and I feel it.

Fleeting, thin life, how to forget. remember the embroidery couch when it is free, and blow the rain; The carved place is bent, and the sun is leaning on the same side. The dream is so hard to stay, the poem is not continued, and it wins a deeper cry. The remains are there, only a turn of spirit, not allowed to look at it.

Re-searching for the blue in the vast. The material is short, and there must be frost in the morning. In the heavens on earth, the edge of the dust is not broken; Spring flowers and autumn leaves, touching still hurt. If you want to take precautions, turn over and shake down, and reduce the fragrance of Xunyi yesterday. It's really helpless, the sound of the flute is next to the flute, and the ileum is composed.

Dream Back" Lin Jingxi.

Dream back to the deserted museum in the moon and autumn, where the sound of the anvil calls the guests.

In the middle of the night, there is no wind and lotus leaves, and there are more sleepless gulls in the water cold.

Butterfly Love Flower [Song] Ouyang Xiu.

How deep is the courtyard?

The willows pile up smoke, and the curtain has no repetition.

Yule carved saddle tour smelter, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road.

The rain and wind are wild in March twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.

Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

Dotted lips Li Qingzhao.

Lonely and deep, soft intestines are sorrowful. Cherish the spring and spring, and what time is it to urge flowers and rain.

Leaning all over the bar, it's just emotionless! Where are the people? Even the sky is declining, and the way back is cut off.

The idle windows of the Huanxi Sha courtyard are deep, the heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are deep, and the building is speechless and Yaoqin.

Yuanxiu out of the mountain to urge the twilight, the drizzle blows the rain to make the light shade, and the pear blossoms are afraid of thanks.

The first two sentences in Du Fu's "Spring Hope": "The country breaks the mountains and rivers in the city and the grass and trees are deep in spring."

How deep is the courtyard? - Ouyang Xiu, "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep. ——Wang Jian, "Title Poshan Temple Hou Zen Courtyard".

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. - Du Fu's "Spring Hope".

Non-indifferent and unambitious, non-tranquil and far-reaching-Zhuge Liang.

In the mountains, Xi quietly watched the hibiscus, and Panasonic Qingzhai folded the sunflower.

All things are self-satisfied, and the four seasons are the same as others - Song Confucian.

Nothing to do and meditate, one day as two days - Su Shi.

Don’t wait for prosperity to care for the things important to you.

Non-indifferent and unambitious, non-tranquil and far-reaching-Zhuge Liang.

Yan] (Tang Wang Rui) (a poem by Wang Hub).

Haiyan Shuangfei is like this, and Qu Liang is gagging and talking.

Fang Gan Seclusion] (Tang Li Shanfu).

Biting the quacking waterfowl, the dew washes the pine yin and fills the courtyard.

Huai Linsu] (Tang Guanxiu).

The sound of orange trees rattling the water, and the purple taro and white shallots are fat.