What are Ouyang Xiu s representative landscape poems?

Mulberry picking. The light boat is short and the West Lake is good, and the green water is long.

The grass embankment, faint sheng song everywhere.

There is no wind and the water surface is slippery, and the boat does not move.

The slight ripples startled the sand birds to fly across the shore.

Mulberry picking. The deep spring rain over the West Lake is good, and the flowers are vying for beauty.

The butterflies are noisy, and the flowers are warm on a sunny day.

Lan Hua's painting is gone, suspected of being a fairy.

Flashback between waves. The water is wide and the wind is high.

Mulberry picking. It is good to draw a boat carrying wine to the West Lake, and it is urgent to manage the strings.

The jade cup is urged. Steady and flat wave let drunk sleep.

Xingyun is under the boat, and the empty water is fresh.

Pitch to stay connected. It is suspected that there is a different sky in the lake.

Mulberry picking. After the group of flowers, the West Lake is good, and the wolf is red.

Flying misty. The weeping willows dried up the sun and the wind.

Sheng song scattered all the tourists to go, and began to feel the spring sky.

Hang down the curtains. Shuangyan returns in the drizzle.

Mulberry picking. Who appreciates the West Lake is good, and the scenery is endless.

Fly the cover to chase each other. Greedy for drunken jade among flowers.

Who knows that the idle place is dry, and the grass is slanting.

The water is far away and the smoke is slight. A little Cangzhou egret flying.

Mulberry picking. Qingming has a good West Lake, full of prosperity.

Fight for whom. The green willow and red wheel walk the car.

Visitors are going to go at dusk, waking up drunk and noisy.

The road turns to the embankment. Until the head of the city always flowers.

Mulberry picking. After the lotus blooms, the West Lake is good, and when the wine comes.

No need to carry a flag. The front and back are red and green.

The painting boat is propped into the depths of the flowers, and the fragrance is golden.

The smoke and rain are slight. A sheng song is drunk.

Mulberry picking. The sky is beautiful, the water is good, and the clouds are fresh.

Gulls and herons sleep. You should listen to the orchestra as usual.

The wind is clear and the moon is white, and it is suitable for the night, a piece of Qiongtian.

Who envy Luan. People in the boat are immortals.

Mulberry picking. The sunset shines on the West Lake, and the flower dock is apple.

Ten acres of flat waves. There is no one on the wild shore to cross the boat.

The clouds on the southwest moon are scattered, and the threshold is cool.

Lotus is fragrant. The wind on the water surface comes and the wine wakes up.

Mulberry picking. For the love of West Lake, I came to embrace Zhulun.

Rich floating clouds. Pitching the twenty springs of the year.

The return is just like the crane in Liaodong, the people of the city.

It's all new. Who knows the old owner.

1. Toast the east wind and be calm.

Weeping poplar purple Mo Luocheng is noisy in the east of the cherry blossoms. Always hand in hand at that time, swimming all over the bushes.

Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's red.

It's a pity that next year's flowers will be better, and I know who to share them.

Ouyang Xiu, "Waves and Sands".

2. Life is a lover, and this hatred is not about the wind and the moon.

Ouyang Xiu, "Wang Louchun".

3. There is a lover in the world, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

Ouyang Xiu, "Jade Mansion Spring".

Statue of Ouyang Xiu.

4. Flowers are like Yi. Liu Ruyi.

The flowers and willows are young and parting. Bow your head and tears fall.

Yangtze River East. Yangtze River West.

Mandarin ducks fly in two places on both sides of the strait. When we met, we knew when we met.

Ouyang Xiu, "Sauvignon Blanc".

5. On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day. The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I didn't see last year's people, and my tears were full of spring shirt sleeves.

Ouyang Xiu, "Shengchazi Yuanxi".

Portrait of Ouyang Xiuye Zaocong.

6. 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.

The courtyard is a little deep. Bleak and cold smoke, sycamore and drizzle.

The grass in front of the building is self-condensing green, and pedestrians are at the end of the world. There are no trees in the desert in the distant mountains.

Flowers fall in Xiaoxiang, and loneliness ends in loess. All the roads stay in spring and spring, and the return of rotten Ke is twilight in autumn.

Ouyang Xiu, "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

7, don't know how far and near you are, how desolate and boring it is. Gradually drifting away and gradually without books, the water is wide and the fish sink where to ask.

Ouyang Xiu "Yulou Spring, Farewell to the Queen I Don't Know the Distance".

1, "Butterfly Loves Flowers, Courtyard is Deep and Deep" Song Dynasty: 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.

2, "Yulou Chun, Zun Qian intends to say the return date" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu.

Zun Qian plans to say the return date, and he wants to talk about Chunrong first. Life is a lover, and this hatred is not about the wind and the moon.

Leave the song and don't renovate it, a song can teach the intestines. You have to look at all the flowers in Los Angeles, and it is easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze.

3, "Waves and Sands, Toasting the East Wind" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu.

Toast the east wind, and calmly. Weeping poplar purple Moluo east of the city. Always hand in hand at that time, swimming all over the bushes.

Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's red. It's a pity that next year's flowers will be better, and I know who to share them.

4, "Picking Mulberries, Qunfang After the West Lake is Good" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu.

After the group of flowers, the West Lake is good, the wolf is red, and the flying flakes are wet. The weeping willows dried up the sun and the wind.

Sheng song scattered all the tourists to go, and began to feel the spring sky. Hang down the curtains, and the double swallows return in the drizzle.

5, "Tasha Xing, Waiting for the Plum Remnant" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu.

The waiting hall is plum, and the brook bridge is thin. The grass lavender wind warmly shakes the reins. The sorrow is gradually moving away and endless, and the distance is constantly like spring water.

Inch by inch soft intestines, full of tears. The height of the building is not close to the danger. At the end of Pingwu is Spring Mountain, and pedestrians are even outside Spring Mountain.

6, "Yulou Chun, Farewell to the Empress I Don't Know the Distance" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu.

Don't know how far and near you are. How desolate and boring it is. Gradually drifting away and gradually without books, the water is wide and the fish sink where to ask.

In the middle of the night, the wind knocks on the autumn rhyme. Wanye Qiansheng is hate. Therefore, the single pillow is found in the dream, and the dream is not a lamp and an ember.

7, "Sauvignon Blanc, Flowers Like Yi" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu.

Flowers are like Yi, and willows are like Yi. The flowers and willows are young and parting. Bow your head and tears fall.

East of the Yangtze River, west of the Yangtze River. Mandarin ducks fly in two places on both sides of the strait. When we met, we knew when we met.

8, "Picking Mulberries and Lotus Flowers After the West Lake is Good" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu.

After the lotus blooms, the West Lake is good, and when the wine comes. There is no need to carry a flag, and the front and back are red and green.

The painting boat is propped into the depths of the flowers, and the fragrance is golden. The smoke and rain are slight, and a sheng song is drunk.

9, "Huanxi Sha, Upstream People Paint Boats" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu.

The people on the embankment draw boats one by one, and shoot the spring water of the embankment hanging in all directions. The green poplar building goes out on the swing.

The white-haired man who wears flowers is not smiling, and the six are urging the shooting to be passed on frequently. Where is life like before!

10, "Appealing to the Heart, Eyebrows" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu.

Early morning curtain rolls light frost. Try plum makeup. All have their own hatred, so the painting is far away.

Think about the past, cherish the flow. Prone to injury. The mimetic song is the first, and the desire to laugh is the most heartbreaking.

Shengchazi Yuanxi".

On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day.

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

This year, when the orange cleared the first night, the moon and the lights were still the same.

I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt.

Butterfly Love Flowers, Courtyard Deep and Deep".

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.

Waves and sands, toast the east wind

Toast the east wind, and calmly.

Weeping poplar purple Moluo east of the city.

Always hand in hand at that time, swimming all over the bushes.

Gathering and dispersing bitterness is in a hurry, and this hatred is endless.

This year's flowers are better than last year's red.

It's a pity that next year's flowers will be better, and I know who to share them.

Ruan Langgui Nanyuan Spring Half Stepping Youth".

When the South Garden is half-green in spring, the wind and the horses neigh.

Green plums are like beans and willows are like eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day.

The flower dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low, and the curtains are hanging.

The swing is sleepy and undressed, and the painting hall is double swallow returning.

The thrush bird moves at will, and the mountain flowers are red and the purple trees are high and low.

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