Beautiful poetry, the most beautiful poetry

The beautiful poems are as follows

1, Zhao Lingqi "Qingping Le".

The spring breeze is still the same, and the intention is to follow the willows. Rub the moth yellow desire, when the weather is clear.

Last year's Zimo Qingmen, tonight's rain and cloud soul. Lost a lifetime of haggardness, only a few dusks.

2, Zhang Yan "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou".

Remember that Yuguan stepped on the snow and traveled clearly, and the cold air was brittle mink fur. The ancient road of the dry forest, the long river drinking horses, this meaning is long. The short dream is still on the river, and the old tears are sprinkled in Xizhou. There is no title in the word, and the fallen leaves are worried.

Take the white clouds and return, and ask who will stay in Chupei and make a shadow of Zhongzhou? Fold the reed flowers and give them away, and they are scattered in autumn. Flowing water to the ordinary wild bridge, waiting to be recruited is not the old sand gull. There is a sense of emptiness, there is a slanting sun, but I am afraid of going upstairs.

3, Zhang Yan "Partridge Day".

Who will blow the jade flute upstairs, the water in front of the mountain is wide and the clouds are low. The laborious swallow is thousands of miles, and the pear blossom rain falls.

When the repair is near, when the food is sold, the hometown only dreams accompany it. The night came to fold the willows on the river, and it was not Su Di who frowned.

4, Qin Guan "Huanxi Sand".

Indifferent and cold go up to the small building, Xiaoyin is a scoundrel like a poor autumn. The light smoke and flowing water paint the screen. The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. The curtain hangs with a small silver hook.

5, Zhang Yan, "Chaozhongcuo".

During the Qingming Festival, the rain is loud, and the tide is crowded with the sand. Turning over the pear blossom coldly, life is bitter and in love with the world.

Swallow curtain warbler household, cloud window fog pavilion, wine wake up crows. Fold a willow, who will you plug it into?

6, Yan Jidao "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

The flocculation is in the limelight, the pink is red, and it becomes a fragrant array every day. The new wine has added to the residual wine and is sleepy, and this spring will not reduce the hatred of the previous spring.

The butterfly goes to the warbler and flies nowhere to ask, across the water from the high-rise building, looking at the broken Pisces letter. The disturbed layer waves horizontally - inches, and the slanting sun is only close to dusk.

The leaves fall and stay behind" The bond of the gentle breeze.

Falling short hand leaf.

Slowly ethereal.

Along. Leisurely fighting arc lines.

Roundabout concern.

Turn around. Gracefully turn around again.

On an artboard on a blue sky background.

Leisurely curved lines.

A bend is outlined.

A shallow look back.

Another bend. A touch of affection.

The warmth of silence.

That's it.

In the blue sky of the sun.

There is my thoughts floating in the smoke of the cooking".

Blue skies.

Wisps of smoke wafted from the cooking.

And that familiar fragrance.

I think of my father back home.

Where the smoke rises.

Stories from afar.

Daddy. That's the smoke.

Launched. The voyage of my life.

Take off. One dream after another.

In the smoke. Wandering through confusion.

In the smoke. Fly over the wonderful.

Smoke curled up. Daddy.

I just can't find you.

Your broad shoulders.

Carrying the hard years.

Your thick palms.

Holding up the future and hope.

Father. Although you never praised me.

But. Your eyes are prepared for the vicissitudes of life.

I have already strengthened my convictions.

Smoke curled up. I finally see you.

What are you doing with your back hunched over, Daddy.

You stop and straighten up, okay?

Let me take a good look at you.

In the smoke. Rubbing my eyes red.

I just can't see you clearly.

Smoke curled up. Daddy.

What the hell are you at**.

1. The moon falls and the Pinghu Lake is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad for the Chinese year. The single shadow only looks at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal.

2. Heavy lake stacked bell Qingjia, there are three autumn laurels, ten miles of lotus.

3. Life must be happy, don't make the bottle empty to the moon.

4. Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats.

5. Freshen up and lean on Wangjiang Tower alone. Thousands of sails are not, the slanting veins and veins are long, and the intestines are broken in Baipingzhou.

6. Withered vines and old trees are faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads are west wind and thin horses, the sun is setting, and the broken intestines are at the end of the world.

7, returning Jun Mingzhu to tears, hating to meet when he is not married.

8. Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

9. I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, and I am not a branch or a fog or a crane.

10. The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred is endless.

11, silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies. The night of the Yao steps is as cool as water, lying down to watch the morning glory Vega.

12, the youth is all over the place, endure the floating name, and change the shallow low singing.

13. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

14, the human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

15. If the head is full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave returns.

16. The flowers can be broken and must be folded, and there are no flowers and empty branches.

17, who pities a shadow, loses thousands of clouds.

18, the white rabbit, go east and west. The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as the old.

19, in the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are glorious.

20. There is a loquat tree in the court, which was planted by my wife in the year of her death, and now it has been covered with a pavilion.

21, and look at the eyes of the flowers, don't get tired of hurting and drinking more into the lips.

22. Looking back at dusk, the man was in the dim light.

23, everyone says that Jiangnan is good, (tourists only meet Jiangnan old.)

24. The spring water is blue in the sky, the boat is painted to listen to the rain, the people on the edge are like the moon, and the frost and snow are condensed on the wrists.

25, the old Mo returned to his hometown, and the beautiful sentence must be broken when he returns to his hometown.

26, Mo Dao does not dispel sorrow, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

27. Passing water and streamers do not treat each other.

28, Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.

29. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and the road is sunny but sunny.

30. Leisurely my heart, there is no one else; Only because of the king, he has been groaning so far.

31. The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and the stars are like rain.

32, BMW carved cars are full of incense, the sound of the phoenix flute moves, the jade pot turns brightly, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

33, the moth snow willow **, the smile is full of dark fragrance.

34, the crowd looked for him, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim.

35. Thinking about you every day and not seeing you, drinking the water of the Yangtze River.

1, "Magnolia Flower, Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words Cambodian Friends" Nalan Xingde.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain were not complained. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

Lishan. 2, "Leaving Thoughts" Yuan Zhen.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king. Looking at the sea, but not seeing the waves; Ascended to Wushan, but did not see the colorful clouds swaggering. When you're gone, where is there any beauty in the world?

Sea. 3, "Jiangchengzi: Ten Years of Life and Death" Su Shi.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.