Beautiful poems Urgently ask for a few beautiful poems! Thank you.

There's also a classic that is "Lilacs" I really don't read modern poetry You can look for "The Furthest Distance" and Rabindranath Tagore's Very good But I don't know the specifics And Shu Ting's "To the Oak" is very famous Does it have to be modern? The ancient Nalan Rongruo Yan is very good, Jiang Kui's is also good, but they are all too sad and think of Xi Murong's beautiful classics!!

Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree", as well as Wang Guozhen's poems, as well as Gu Cheng's poems, Haizi's "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", enter the name, and you can find it on the Internet.

Most of Chinese poetry is a metaphor for scenery and emotion, which is a treasure of traditional Chinese culture. Among them, there are many poems and sentences with beautiful artistic conception.

Suxin City Xu Gongdian" Song Yang Wanli.

The hedge is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the trees have not become shaded.

The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterflies, and flew into the cauliflower with nowhere to be found.

The Book of Poetry, Tang Feng, Silk".

Preparing for the salary, Samsung is in the sail sleepy day.

Tonight, what night, see this beloved.

Zi Xi Zi Xi, such a good person!

Prepare for the bundle, and Samsung is in the corner.

Tonight, what is the night, see this encounter.

Zi Xi Zi Xi, such an encounter with He!

Prepare for it, and Samsung is at home.

Tonight, what night, see this canon.

Zi Xi Zi Xi, what is such a stumbling person!

Song of Long Hatred (excerpt) Don Bai Juyi.

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch.

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

Creek Dwelling" Don Pedo.

The door path overlooks the clear stream, and the thatched eaves are full of ancient trees.

The red dust does not float, and there are waterfowl crying from time to time.

"Lip Tapping".

Yan Yan has no intention, and the west bank of Taihu Lake goes with the clouds.

The peaks are clear, and the evening rain is discussed.

By the fourth bridge, it is planned to live with the sky. What now?

Nostalgia for the past, and the remnants of the willows dance.

yan yan mood, with the clouds to the lake sipan. the peak hard, business strategy evening rain. the fourth bridge, to be living with a total of days.

who was this guy today? lean on a railing nostalgia, willow residue mixed dance.

I don't know what you like, but I think this one is pretty good.

If you still need it, you can come to me.

Minus the word magnolia.

A hundred flowers are in tune, and the lonely autumn rain hits the plantains.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the lonely geese fly south to disperse.

The residual leaves are scattered, and the lonely dead branches are scattered.

A leaf knows autumn, and the plum blossom blows double tears. (Okay.) I admit it's original).

Nine machines and one machine, floating clouds sweep the west of Yanqiao, how can the lonely boat return. Half of the lamp is gone, and it is a few paragraphs away, but there is no time to go.

Two machines, the dust and smoke fall into the night, the cold stars and the cold moon are empty and the mountains are silent. Relying on the railing, how to complain, sighing and parting.

Three machines, the cold was attacked by the cold night, and it was difficult to send the words of the flying geese. Thinking about it a few times, wandering a few degrees, and dreaming vaguely.

Four machines, listening to the old rain to ask about the return date, the autumn wind is incomprehensible. Lonely words and thin songs, pipa complaints, and songs are full of hatred.

Five machines, Feiying Dance is all the remnants, and the frost is unintentional. The flowers are gradually falling, coming and going, and the old grievances are low.

Six machines, the remnants of the glass of spirits are sad, and they are speechless and sad. Drinking alone, drunk and chaotic, drunk and crying.

Seven machines, who knows the hatred back then? Affection is empty. Sparse and faint, miserable, and broken dreams.

Eight machines, meet but don't know each other, and die before the heart is over. A dream, obsessed with half a lifetime, cutting off thousands of threads.

Nine machines, a wisp of incense and a broken heart, if life is only the first memory. Goodbye to the end of the world, the dream of the past is short, and the sigh of a hundred years is tonight.

The morning wind is like water

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind.

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 day of the wings!

I love this one.

Sauvignon Blanc Mountain, a trip to the water, the body to the side of the pass, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night.

The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden.

Although Rong Ruo has a lot of good sentences, upstairs "If life is only as first seen" and "At that time, it was just ordinary", etc., most of Rong Ruo's poems mourn his deceased wife or are depressed in his heart, but this Sauvignon Blanc privately thinks it is one of Rong Ruo's rare testimonies of military experience.

Report who reads the west wind alone and cools.

Xiao Xiao Huang Ye closed the window.

Pondering the past and setting the sun.

was shocked by the wine, and slept heavily.

Gambling books are spilled with the fragrance of tea.

At that time, it was just ordinary.

I like the last sentence the most.

1.Acacia is not a blind date, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray shooting.

2.Sauvignon Blanc is reminiscent, and Sauvignon Blanc is infinite.

I knew that such an attack would stumble people's hearts, how could I not know each other at the beginning.

Huanxi Sha a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion, when the sun sets, the flowers fall helplessly, déjà vu Yan returns. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

The trail is red and thin, the suburbs are green, and the trees on the high platform are shady. The spring breeze does not lift the ban on poplar flowers, and the misty flutters on the pedestrians.

The green leaves of the Tibetan warbler, the red curtain is separated by the swallow, and the incense of the furnace is quietly turned by the gossamer. When I woke up from a melancholy dream, the slanting sun shone deep into the courtyard.

There are also fifty strings of Jin Se for no reason, one string and one scrive

Zhuang Shengxiao is a butterfly fan, and the emperor hopes for a cuckoo in spring

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking

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

The water dragon sings the Dadu River.

The Tianhe River is magnificent, and the majestic mountains are difficult to stop. Looking around, how many heroes have broken here. The sunset at the ferry, at the end of dusk, a generation of heavenly kings also unloaded their armor and broke off. Providence is so, who can escape? Dog life.

An Zhi Honghu's ambition, Tian Shewa, the king worships the prime minister. The silver dragon is bright, the five tigers are unstoppable, and Zhuge is talented. Seeing through the red dust, the brown beard is full of faces, how can it be so! Cutting the sky, the overlord is arrogant, who dares to laugh frivolously!

I used to write it to my classmates because he was a little misanthropic!

The flowers on Mo are slowly returning, and the present thing is still the same as the past.

Don't be shocked by the humiliation, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; Go and stay unintentionally, wandering with the clouds outside the sky.

A wisp of incense is scattered with the wind, and the three people are dreaming of melancholy.

If you want to put your heart into Yaoqin, there are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings? --Yue Fei [Little Heavy Mountain].

1 Hum Ming, ask for his friend's voice - "Book of Songs." Lesser. Logging

2 Vote for me with a peach, and repay it with a plum - "The Book of Songs." Daya. Suppressed

3 Cast me with papaya, and repay it with Qiongju - "Book of Songs." Weifeng. Papaya

4 Acquaintances are getting to know each other, why should flesh and blood be close - Han Yuefu folk song "The Ballad of Konghou".

5 Her husband is all over the world, and he is close to each other for thousands of miles—three kingdoms. Wei. Cao Zhi "Gift to the White Horse Wang Biao".

6 There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is next to each other - Tang. Wang Bo "Send Du Shaofu to Shuzhou".

7 There is no distance between each other, and thousands of miles are still neighbors-Tang. Zhang Jiuling, "Sending Weicheng Li Shaofu".

8 Young people are happy with new knowledge, and they miss their old friends in the twilight - Tang. Han Yu "Removing the Official and Going to Jiangzhou to Send Dr. Li to Eyue".

9 Friends are often met with literature, and virtue is a neighbor - Tang. Zu Yong "Qingming Banquet Si Xun Liu Lang Zhong Farewell".

10 The same is the end of the world, why should we have known each other when we meet - Tang. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing".

11 Life friendship is at the end, and it is not for the middle road of rise and fall - Tang. Helan Jinming's "Five Songs on the Difficult Road".

12 There is no old or young in life, why should you first be in tune with the same tone when talking about friendship - Tang. Du Fu's "Returning on Foot".

13 If you are like a painter, you need to be light, and the mountains are like ** and don't like to be flat - clear. Weng Zhao "Looking for Mountains with Friends".

14 Not seen for a day, like the three autumns - "The Book of Songs." Wang Feng. Cai Ge".

15 Between the swelling of the water, the veins are silent—Han. Nineteen ancient poems "Morning Glory".

16 Raise your hands and work hard, and the two feelings are the same - the folk song "Peacock Flying Southeast" of Han Yuefu

17 Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in the spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick - Tang. Wang Wei "Acacia".

18 Lang came on a bamboo horse, and went around the bed to make green plums—Tang. Li Bai's "Long Dry Journey".

19 On the willow tops, people about after dusk - Song. Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi".

20 I don't think about it for a day, but I also raise my eyebrows a thousand degrees—Song. Liu Yong's "Day and Night Music".

21 The body has no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart has a clear mind - Tang. Li Shangyin, "Untitled Two Songs".

22 Last year, in this gate today, the faces of the people were red with peach blossoms. The face of the person is gone, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze - Tang. Cui Hu "Title Capital City Nanzhuang".

23 The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ashes and tears begin to dry - Tang. Li Shangyin, Untitled

24 The sun rises in the east, and it rains in the west, and the road is sunny without sunshine? — Don. Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Words".

25 Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud-Tang. Yuan Zhen's "Five Songs of Thought".

26 The Yellow Springs are falling, and there are no two places to be seen—Tang. Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".

27 From then on, he had no heart to love the good night, and let him go down to the west building under the bright moon—Don. Li Yi's "Writing Love".

28 If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight—Song? Qin Guan "Queqiao Immortal".

29 In heaven I would like to be a winged bird, and on earth I would like to be a branch of the Tree. Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".

30 The belt of the garment is widened and he will not regret it, and he will make people haggard for the sake of Yi - Song. Liu Yong's "Fengqiwu".

Bear to smile at the reward of a thousand gold?

After all, lovesickness is not as good as meeting each other.

Shao Ruipeng's "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains.

A cut plum. Boat across the Wujiang River (Southern Song Dynasty Jiang Jie).

On the New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day, and the willow tops were on the moon, and people were about after dusk.

On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I didn't see last year's people, and the sleeves of my spring shirt were full of tears.

Sheng Chazi Yuan Xi (Southern Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu).

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns!

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk!

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

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. "Will Enter the Wine" Tang Li Bai "Yuefu Poetry Collection".

Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can I be a Penghao person. "Nanling Farewell Children Enter Beijing" Tang Li Bai knows me, saying that I am worried, and those who do not know me say what I want. "Huang Li" is from "The Book of Poetry, Wang Feng".

The peach and plum do not speak, and the next is its own. "Historical Records: The Biography of General Lee".

Can you please add the range? The beautiful ancient poems are really full of sweat

I'll try to answer that

The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn, lightly untie Luo's shirt, go on the Lanzhou alone, who sends the brocade book in the clouds? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building, and the flowers float and the water flows freely. A kind of lovesickness, the two places are idle, this feeling can not be eliminated, only to frown, but on the heart. (Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plums").

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Qinyuan Spring. Snow (***) word.