Who is the author of the ancient poem Wilderness, verses about the Wilderness

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Past the old man's village. Meng Hao was cautious.

The old man Gu Ji invited me to Tian's house.

The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside.

Open the noodle garden, and talk about the wine.

Stay until the Double Ninth Day, and come to chrysanthemums.

Tour Shanxi Village. Song] Lu You.

Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, and the guests are full of chickens and dolphins in the harvest year.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and Liuzhen digs dark flowers and bright villages.

Qingpingle Village.

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman.

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops;

The favorite child scoundrel, the head of the stream lies on the lotus bed.

Qing Pingle. Village dwelling [Song] Xin abandoned the disease.

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman.

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops; The favorite child scoundrel, the head of the stream lies on the lotus bed.

The following is Wang Wei's.

Gongchuan idle residence gave Pei Xiucaidi.

The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water is murmuring.

Leaning on the cane outside the firewood door, listening to the twilight cicadas in the wind.

The sun sets over the ferry, and there is lonely smoke in the ruins.

The summer value is drunk, and the wild song is in front of the five willows.

Takesatokan. Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling.

People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

Autumn twilight in the mountain dwelling. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat.

Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay.

Returned to Songshan Mountain. Qingchuan takes a long and thin belt, and the carriages and horses go to leisure.

If the flowing water is intentional, the twilight birds will return to each other.

The deserted city is in the ancient crossing, and the sunset is full of autumn mountains.

Passing through the top, returning and filial piety retreat.

Jungnam Mountain. Taiyi is close to the sky, and even the mountains are connected to the sea.

The white clouds look back, and the blue mist enters to see nothing.

The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshines are different.

If you want to stay with someone, ask the woodcutter across the water.

Farewell to the end of the south. The middle-aged man is quite good, and his late home is in the south of the mountains.

Xinglai Mei is alone, and he knows what he is winning.

Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise.

Occasionally, Lin Suo, talk and laugh without a repayment date.

Green Creek. Words into the Huanghua River, every green stream.

With the mountains, there will be thousands of turns, and there will be no hundred miles of fun.

The sound is noisy in the stone, and the color is quiet and deep.

The rippling pan water chestnut is clear and reflects the reeds.

I'm idle, Kiyokawa is like this.

Please stay on the rock, the fishing will be done.

Weichuan Tianjia. The oblique light ruins, the cattle and sheep in the poor alleys return.

The wild old man thought of the shepherd boy, leaning on the staff and waiting for the thorn.

Pheasant sentence Yu wheat seedlings show, silkworm sleeping mulberry leaves sparse.

Tian Fu and He hoeed, and the words of each other followed.

That is, the envy of leisure, and the decline of sorrow.

Shin Haruno (one made a night) look.

The new sunny field is wild. Extremely clean and dirt-free.

Guomen Lindutou. The village tree is connected to the mouth of the stream.

Outside the white water Mingtian. After Bifeng came out of the mountain.

There are no idlers in the agricultural month. Dumping family affairs in the south of the acre.

Huanghuachuan. The dangerous path is tens of thousands of turns, and there will be three days off for several miles.

Ring to see the apprentices, hidden across the forest hills.

The rain is sassy and pine, and the gurgling stones are in the middle.

In the deep stream, there is a long roar on the top of the mountain.

Looking at Nanshan Yang, the white dew is long.

The green gaoli has been cleaned, and the green trees are lush like floating.

used to be tired of being secret, and people were worried.

Cui Puyang's brother Ji Chongqian Shanxing.

The autumn colors are good, and the situation is leisure.

Under the west forest, you know the mountain in front of you.

Thousands of miles of horizontal color, several peaks out of the clouds.

Saga against the Qin State, together with the Jingguan.

The remnant rain is slanting and the sun is shining, and the birds are still flying at sunset.

The old man is now Shanger, sighing for this decadence.

1, "Poppy Winter Rain".

Xiaoxiao is independent and emotionless.

And with the lake willows into the slight, remember the small pond of the lotus day.

How many spring and autumn in life, keep a winter, how to be charming and break the east wind, a few rhododendron red in the rain.

2 The beaded curtain caresses the balcony carefully, and it is drunk with a thousand mountains. Winter rains.

In the depressed busy and confused time for a living.

That's how you are ushered in - the change of seasons.

A falling leaf, a while.

A deep chill hidden in the mist.

and a dim haze that inspires infinite melancholy.

Walk on the grass sprinkled with slightly damp dead leaves.

I experience what I have been lost for a long time.

The sweetness of being immersed in loneliness and silence.

Winter rain, the damp breath that spreads between heaven and earth.

I remember a song I was fascinated by when I was a teenager.

How much light I went through after that intoxication.

It's like this foot.

The clouds of the plains, the eagles of the wild.

We are the clouds, we are the goshawks, and we are the "wilderness".

We are flowing clouds, never stopping for a flower, but carrying the wind of freedom to sow the flowers of literature in all directions. Let the seeds of flowers scatter in the sky and bloom freely in the blue, white poetic dandelions, red and gold intertwined roses. Here, everyone has a heart that loves literature, and that heart is a flower, blooming in the infinite wilderness.

We are goshawks, never willing to stick to this small world, but constantly surpass ourselves and fly to a broader world. We are not willing to be sparrows, we want to be goshawks, the field may be limited, but there is an infinite sky above the field.

We are the flowing clouds, we are the goshawks.

This is our home for literature lovers. - 10th Minister Jiao Jinjian.

Endless wilderness.

一望无垠 [ yī wàng wú yín ] 生字本Basic Definition Detailed Interpretation.

yī wàng wú yín ]

Far and wide, there is no edge in sight.

Poem title: NoideDynasty: Dig ZhenmingFull Text:

The rocks are skillfully loose and the stream is strong, and the grass and trees are thick all over the mountain. Filial piety.

The green radish knot thatched hut, the white feather step sandbank.

The pine nut frost falls forward, and the algae floats.

Don't take medicine for idle money, and the soil will be true.