The shortest Tang poems, 10 Song poems, junior high school level

Dengyouzhou Taiwan song Chen Ziang.

I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the comers after.

Thinking of the world and the world, I was alone and wept.

Du Shaofu's appointment of Shuzhou Wang Bo.

The city is supplemented by three Qin, and the wind and smoke look at Wujin.

Parting with the king, the same is a eunuch.

There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor.

Inaction is on the wrong path, and the children are stained with scarves.

After the Zen temple of Poshan Temple, it is often built.

Early in the morning into the ancient temple, the first sun shines on the high forest.

The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep.

The mountain light is pleasing to the birds, and the pond shadow is empty.

Everything is silent, but I hear the sound of the bell.

Spring Hope Du Fu.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

When I feel the flowers, I cry, and I hate to say goodbye to the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

Weicheng Qu Wang Wei.

Weicheng is light and dusty towards the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.

Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.

Ascend Du Fu.

The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back.

Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling.

He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years.

Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass.

The deceased Zhuang Meng Haoran.

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

The green trees are stored on the edge, and the green mountains are oblique outside.

Open the noodle garden, and talk about the wine.

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

Untitled Li Shangyin.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

Fisherman's pride Fan Zhongyan.

The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention, and the sound of the corners rises on all sides.

In the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and sunset are closed in a lonely city.

A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan.

Qiang tube is full of frost.

People are sleepless, and the general's white hair is in tears.

Sit alone on Jingting Mountain.

Li Bai's birds flew high, and the lonely clouds went alone. I don't get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.

Mountain line Du Mu. Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, Baiyunsheng has a home.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Grievances Li Bai. The beauty rolls the beaded curtain, sits deep and frowns the moth eyebrows. But when I saw the tears wet, I didn't know who I hated.

Seven Uniques: Send Meng Haoran's Guangling.

Li Bai's old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The lonely sail is far away from the blue mountains, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen.

Wang Wei of the Bamboo Pavilion sat alone in the secluded fence, playing the piano and howling. People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

Song poems docked the boat Guazhou.

Jingkou Guazhou is a water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains.

The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me?

There are a few plum blossoms in the corner of the plum blossom wall, and Ling Han opens alone.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

In the sound of firecrackers on the first day, the spring breeze sent warmth into Tusu.

Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one.

The autumn clouds on the river and the north of the river are half open, and the evening clouds are rainy but low.

The green mountains are surrounded by doubts. Suddenly, I saw a thousand sails looming.

Out of the city is accustomed to being a wild man, and he wants to use less time.

Out of the city, even with the back of the sand, I feel that the streams and mountains come into my eyes.

All of the above are Wang Anshi's).

There are many, so take your pick.

Looking at Dongting Lake, Zhang Chengxiang Tang Meng Haoran was presented.

Wangyue Tang Dufu.

Drink the lake after the first sunny rain Song Su Shi.

Yellow Crane Tower, Tang Cui Hao.

Mountain dwelling autumn twilight, Tang Wang Wei.

Send a friend Tang Li Bai.

Ascend Tang Dufu.

Selling charcoal Tang Bai Juyi.

Reward Lotte Yangzhou first met at the banquet to give Tang Liu Yuxi.

Title: Poshan Temple, Hou Zen Temple, Tang Changjian.

Jiang Chengzi Mizhou hunted Song Su Shi.

Like a dream, Song Li Qingzhao.

A cut of Mei Song Li Qingzhao.

Appeal to Song Lu You.

Break the formation and give strong words to Chen Tongfu to send Song Xin to abandon the disease.

Qingyu case, Yuan Xi, Song Xin, abandoned the disease.

The owner of Furong Mountain in the snow is Tang Liu Changqing.

Book Huyin Mr. Wall Song Wang Anshi.

Miscellaneous poems (the fifth) Qing Gong Zizhen.

Liangzhou word Tang Wang Han.

Book angry Song Lu You.

Crossing zero Ding Yang Song Wen Tianxiang.

Reading books has a feeling Song Zhu Xi.

Watching the hunt Tang Wang Wei.

Sheng Chazi Yuan Xi Song Ouyang Xiu.

Yongliu He Zhizhang.

Jasper is made into a tree high.

10,000 hanging down green silk.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves.

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Goose goose goose, song to the sky. The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves. Sitting alone in the secluded fence, playing the piano and roaring, people in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

From the military to Tang Wang Changling.

The pipa dances and changes the sound, always closing the old feelings.

The chaos and sorrow are inexhaustible, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.

It is easy to cherish the flowers in vain.

Poor Yaoyan was just blown by the wind overnight.

Today, the warbler comes to the old place, and all kinds of words are empty.

Passing through Los Angeles. Bai Juyi's old city gate is slanted in spring, so there is no one in the city gate.

The city wants to recognize the unknown place, and the desert field flies grass and flowers.

1, Wangjiangnan Li Yu.

How much hatred, in the soul of last night's dream. It is still like the old time to swim in the garden, and the car is like flowing water and the horse is like a dragon; The flower moon is in the spring breeze!

2, Wangjiangnan Li Yu.

How many tears, broken faces. Don't talk about things and tears, Feng Shengxiu blows to tears. Intestinal rupture is even more undoubted.

3, Wangjiangnan Li Yu.

Idle dreams are far away, and the south is in autumn. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are cold and far away, and there is a lonely boat in the depths of the reeds. Flute in the Yueming Building.

4, Jiangnan Chun Kou Zhun.

The waves are misty, and Liu Yiyi. The grass in the lonely village is far away, and the apricot blossoms fly in the slanting sun. Jiangnan Spring is broken, and the people of Pingman Tingzhou have not returned.

5, like a dream Li Qingzhao.

I often remember the twilight of the Creek 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.

6, like a dream order Li Qingzhao.

Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same. Do you know, know or not, it should be green, fat, red and thin.

7, like a dream Su Shi.

In order to spread the word to the eastern slope, people are in the depths of the jade hall. Who's coming after farewell? There is no road to the small bridge under the pressure of snow. Return, return, a plow of spring rain on the river.

8, like a dream to order Qin Guan.

The night is as heavy as water, and the wind is tight and the pavilion is closed. Dream of breaking the mouse peep lamp, frost sent Xiao Han to invade the quilt. Sleepless! Sleepless! Outside the door, the horses neighed.

9, like a dream order Qin Guan.

The warbler's beak pecks the flowers red, and the swallowtail is green wrinkled. refers to the cold jade sheng cold, blowing through the spring of "Xiaomei". Still, still, people and green poplars are thin.

10, like a dream order Yan Rui.

The Tao is pear blossom is not. The Tao is an apricot blossom is not. White and red and red, don't be the taste of the East. Zeng Ji, Zeng Ji, people were slightly drunk in Wuling.

How deep is the butterfly love flower Ouyang Xiu's 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.

Shengcha Ziyan has a long dream of a few passes, and there are few books in Sai Yanyin. The temples are pitiful and green, just for the lovesick old.

Returning to the blue screen window, he said to everyone: "It's really a difficult part, it doesn't seem to be a good meeting." ”

The Bodhisattva barbarian Zhang Xian lamented the "Xiangjiang Song", and wrote all the green of Xiangbo. Fingers thirteen strings, thin will be the hatred of the hand.

When the autumn water is slow, the jade pillar flies obliquely. When it bounced to the broken intestines, Haruzama's eyebrows were low.

Drunk whip Zhang Xian double butterfly embroidered Luo skirt, Dongchi banquet first met. The vermilion powder is not deep and even, and the idle flowers are faint spring.

Take a closer look at all the good, everyone is humane willow waist. Yesterday was in turmoil, and when I came, my clothes were cloudy.

Qingmen leads Zhang Xian to be warm and cold at first, and the wind and rain will come late. Tingxuan is lonely and close to Qingming, and the wine in the residual flowers is sick last year.

The wind wakes up from the corner painting at the head of the building, and the door is quiet at night. That can be more by the bright moon, the wall sent a swing shadow.

Huanxi Sha Yanshu A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old Chitai, when will the sun set?

Helplessly, the flowers fell, the familiar swallow returned, and the small garden incense path wandered alone. Qing Leping.

Yan Shu The golden wind is thin, and the leaves and leaves are falling. The first taste of green wine is easy to get drunk, and a pillow of the window is a heavy sleep.

The crape myrtle hibiscus flowers are remnant, but the slanting sun shines dry. When Shuangyan wants to return, the silver screen was slightly cold last night. Tasha line.

Yan Shu's ancestors left the song, the long pavilion did not feast, and the fragrant dust had already returned. The dwellers are neighing in the forest, and the pedestrians go to the waves.

The soul of the painting pavilion disappears, the high-rise buildings are broken, and the slanting sun only sends flat waves. Endless is sorrow, and the ends of the earth are full of thoughts.

Magnolia Song Qi Dongcheng gradually felt that the scenery was good, and the wrinkles and ripples welcomed guests. The green poplar smoke is light outside the clouds, and the red apricot branches are in spring.

Floating hatred and entertainment are less, willing to love the daughter and smile? Persuade the sun to hold wine for the king, and leave the evening shine among the flowers.

After picking mulberries and Ouyang Xiuqunfang, the West Lake is good, the wolf is red, the flying flakes are misty, and the weeping willows are dry and windy.

Shengge scattered the tourists to go, began to feel the spring sky, hung down the curtains, and the double swallows returned in the drizzle.