Urgent famous poems to send points

The past is leisurely and counting, and I am afraid that he will be born when I see that he is alive. Even if the alliance does not bear it, it will be able to remember this life at that time.

As soon as the soul is sung, the mountain is still full of hatred.

The dust and wine stains are too lonely, and since then they have self-imposed and fanned over the flag pavilion.

At the beginning, there were no red tears to report the gods, only the autumn night and the moon were bright.

In the dream, the light room of the flower, the hero's career fell into the skirt.

In the old days, the moonlight shone ethereally, and don't take the amorous as frivolous.

It is difficult to tie enough to go to Hongbei, and the news here flows westward, and the words of Nalan are recited all over the place.

The cold pond crosses the crane shadow, and the cold moon buries the flower soul.

The mountain monk does not understand the number of nails, and a leaf falls to know the autumn of the world.

The water is far away, how do you know that outside the flowing water, it is especially far away from the chaotic mountains.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

Hope it helps.

I want to know you and live a long life.

There are no tombs in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder and earthquakes in winter, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are combined, and you dare to be with you!

The number one poem is definitely Li Bai's.

The number one word is definitely Li Yu's poppy.

When is the poppy spring flowers and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past.

Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not afford to look back at the moonlight.

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

Yue Fei's "Man Jianghong", Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia", Li Shangyin's "Jin Se", Liu Yong's "Butterfly Love Flower" and so on.

The water depth of Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet, which is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me - Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun".

Persuade you to drink a glass of wine, and go west out of Yangguan without a reason-Tang. Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song".

Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows Jun-Tang. Gao Shi "Don't Dong Da".

Last year, the flowers were goodbye, and today the flowers have bloomed for a year - Tang. Wei Yingwu "Send Li Dan Yuanxi".

There are too many aspects of this.

For example: the boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling in.

There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of clarity in the heart.

I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the people who come after I think of the world and the world, I think of the world and the world, and I am alone and crying.

The water is more flowing when the knife is drawn, and the glass is more worried.

Luoxia and lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever.

The fragrant mist clouds are wet, and the jade arms are cold.

And many more, too many more.

Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river.

Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not roar and walk slowly. Bamboo cane and mango shoes are lighter than Ma Sanyou's argument, who is afraid! A cloud of smoke and rain is lacking. The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain head is obliquely photographed but welcomed. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.

Jiang Chengzi" 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, and the bright moon and night will be empty, and the short Matsuoka will be short.

I like Su Shi's words very much, and I hope you can like it.

Drink the lake after the first sunny day.

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 light makeup and heavy makeup.

Homesick on the night of the winter solstice.

Bai Juyi. Handan post is accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp on the winter solstice.

Thinking about sitting late at night at home, I should also talk about people who travel far away.

Looking at the moon and looking far away. Zhang Jiuling.

The sea rises and the moon rises at this time.

The lover complains about the night and is lovesick.

Extinguish the candle and merciful light, and put on your clothes and feel dewed.

It is unbearable to give away the dream of sleeping.

Yuefu folk songs. Lotus picking Nantang autumn lotus over the head.

Bow your head and get lotus seeds, lotus seeds are as clear as water.

Late over the water north. Ouyang Xiu.

The cold river dissipates the snow and the frozen pool gradually flows.

The sunset people are gone, and the sand birds go fishing in the boat.

Spring River Flower Moonlit Night.

Zhang Ruoxu. The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river.

The river flows like a circle around Fangdian, and the moonlight flowers and forests are like hail.

The frost in the air is unconscious, and the white sand on the flying is invisible.

The river sky is a color without fiber dust, and the lonely moon wheel in the sky is bright.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside, and when did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year.

Life is infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's house tonight, where is the Acacia Mingyue Tower.

Poor upstairs wandering in the moon should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and I hope that the moon will shine on you.

The wild goose flies long and the light is not enough, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell into flowers, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows in the spring, and the moon falls in the river and the pond slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang infinite road.

I don't know how many people return to the moon, and the moon is full of love and trees.

There is a beautiful woman in the north

Li Yannian. There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent.

One look at the city, and then look at the country.

Rather than know the city and the country?

It's hard to get a beautiful woman!

Meet Li Yu.

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, she was in a hurry, and she had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the wind in the evening. Rouge tears, leaving people drunk, when is it heavy? Since people grow and hate water, they grow up.