Ancient poems suitable for essay collections, and ancient poems suitable for anthology titles

Li Qingzhao's words: dot the lips.

Kick off the swing and get up and straighten your slender hands.

Lunon is thin, thin and sweaty, and light and transparent.

When he saw someone coming, he slipped away with a sock shovel and a golden hairpin, and walked away with shame.

Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plums.

Like a dream, I often remember the twilight of the Xiting Pavilion, and I don't know the way back.

Returning to the boat at night, he strayed into the depths of the lotus flower.

Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons.

Huanxi Sha embroidered curtain Hibiscus smiled, slanted the treasure duck kissed the cheeks, and the eye waves were guessed.

On the one hand, the style is deep and rhyme, the half-note is coquettish and hateful, and the moon moves and the shadow of the flower comes again.

Wuling spring wind and dust and fragrant flowers have been exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night.

Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first.

It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat.

I am only afraid of the Shuangxi boat, which cannot be carried and has many worries.

Drunken flowers and clouds, thick clouds, eternal day, Rui brain gold beast.

The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.

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

Rain original.

Crystal line, straight to the clouds.

Flying smoke clouds, half-hidden windows.

Green willows, blurred to the human eye.

Xiaohe wet dew, shy roller blinds.

The water depression, the bluestone side, there are no colorful butterflies.

Mountain Pavilion Summer Tang Gao Yu.

The green trees are thick and the summer days are long, and the buildings are reflected in the pond.

The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the shelves are full of roses.

Title: Landscape of the Childish River

Panasonic thatched pavilion is cool in May, and Tingsha cloud trees are late and green.

Pedestrians think about the infinite autumn wind, and the green mountains across the water are like hometowns.

Lotus flowers on all sides and willows on three sides, a city with mountains and half a city lake.

The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.

Drink the lake after the first sunny day.

Song] Su Shi.

The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup.

Bozhou Wuxi Cai Jing.

Stop in the stagnant water, and look out of the lonely smoke. By asking the people of Huxi, who has a mountain to sell?

The little lotus showed its sharp corners.

A dragonfly has already stood on its head.

Su Shi's "Drinking on the Lake After the First Sunny Day and the Rain".

Okay, I can help you find it.

It's all tears.

If life is only as it first seems.

Jin Se gratuitous fifty strings.

It was once difficult to turn the sea into water.

The cloister is an inch of lovesickness.

A cold place is thick.

However, the promise is heavy, and you must remember.

The shadow is miserable and suspicious.

The sound of broken intestines recalls his life.

Blue clouds, yellow leaves. The autumn colors are continuous, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky receives water. The grass is ruthless, and it is even more outside the sun.

The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts. Unless night and night, good dreams leave people to sleep. The bright moon building is high and rests alone. The wine entered the bowels and turned into lovesick tears.

Fan Zhongyan "Nostalgia".

Life is a lover, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

It's better not to meet the city.

The red face is drunk, the mirror is drunk, and the tree is drunk, and the most can't be kept in the world.

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes.

The spring water flows eastward, and the flowers are picked up at sunset.

In fact, there are many, you can find the poems of Li Yu in the Southern Tang Dynasty, I personally like him, it is very melancholy.

How can the love be embarrassed, or, the broken goose is called the west wind [Li Yu; Poppies. 】

A little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind.

I don't think about it for a day, but I also save my eyebrows.

A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow when it rains.

Writing about life insights is such as Su Shi"Life is like a dream, and a bottle is still a river"The "Yujiang Moon" is good, and there is no lack of awe of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers in the free and easy.

"White Plains Inch Grass": The bare Chinese literary world occasionally has a touch of spring.

I really like a sentence of Li Qingzhao's poem.

The eye waves are only guessed".

Or it's less traveling.

Flying red is as sad as the sea".

Nalan's "I'm a melancholy guest in the world" is also good.

This can be recalled.

If life is only as it first seems.

A curtain of wind and moon.

The cloves are empty and clean in the rain.

When is Li Yu's spring flowers and autumn moon, Li Shangyin's stars last night and wind last night.

The west window is white, the moon is cool, and the lilac snow is in the courtyard. - Wang Guowei.

It is recommended that the anthology be called "Cool Moon" or "Lilac Snow".

This can be recalled.

You can try Li Shangyin's.

Who is drunk with frost in Xiaolai? Always away from tears.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

The deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.

The past is only sad.

There are many words, but the love is not over.

Nalan Ci If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying.

I saw the newcomer laughing, and I heard the old man crying.