Looking for a Tang poem 5, looking for a Tang poem

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant.

Southern Song Dynasty Lu You's "Fortune Operator Yongmei".

Bu Operator is obviously a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.

The poet of the Tang Dynasty that Cai Kangyong refers to, I think it is "Crying in the Dark Night" by Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty

Crying in the dark night, Lin Hua thanked Chunhong,

Too hurried, helpless towards the cold rain and late wind.

Rouge tears, stay drunk, when heavy,

Since people grow and hate water, they grow up.

Bu Operator is obviously a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.

The poet of the Tang Dynasty that Cai Kangyong refers to, I think it is "Crying in the Dark Night" by Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty

Crying in the dark night, Lin Hua thanked Chunhong,

Too hurried, helpless towards the cold rain and late wind.

Rouge tears, stay drunk, when heavy,

Since people grow and hate water, they grow up.

Playing white deer in the mountains Dou Gong.

It is easy to sell flowers around the hole, and there is no way to recruit each other in the world.

Yoyo white deer hair like snow, stepping on the peach blossom across the stone bridge.

Injured Taoyuan Xue Taoist Liu Yuxi.

The monk by the altar is empty in the crane nest, and the white deer is idle in the old path.

Hand planted red hearts and thousands of trees, and there is no director in the spring breeze all over the mountain.

It's hard to find

That's it:

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant.

Southern Song Dynasty Lu You's "Fortune Operator Yongmei".

Isn't this the one?

Hibiscus flowers, red calyx in the mountains.

The stream is lonely, and they open and fall.

Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu".

Faint... Lu You, that's a good word, is it good...

All I know is one-

Visit Dai Tianshan Road Soil Encounter" - Li Bai.

In the sound of the dog barking in the water, the peach blossoms are dewy. When the tree is deep, I see deer, and I don't hear the bell at noon. The wild bamboo is divided into green mist, and the flying spring hangs on the blue peak. No one knows where to go, and they are sad to rely on two or three pines.

No way? Isn't it Tang poetry?

Believe in the Future" Guo Lusheng (index finger).

When the spider mercilessly seized my hearth, when the smoke of the ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment, and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future.

When my grapes turn into late autumn dew, when my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings, I still stubbornly use the dew of the dead vines.

Write in the bleak land: Believe in the future.

generation. Gu cheng.

The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light.

Tens of millions of hates, hatred is at the end of the world.

The mountains and the moon don't know what's going on in their hearts, the water and wind are empty and the flowers in front of them are swaying, and the blue clouds are swaying.

Wen Tingyun's "Dream of Jiangnan".

From "Morning Glory", written about the Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

Full text: Morning Glory, the Han Girl of the Bright River.

Slender hands, zaza lanes.

All day long, sobbing like rain.

The river is clear and shallow, how much is it different?

Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent.

Later, it was used as a lantern riddle during the Mid-Autumn Festival in a certain year, guessing a plant, and the answer was lotus.

Nan Kezi. Wang Yan.

The mountains are cloudy and heavy, and the weather is cold and rainy.

A few sprigs are faintly wet and red.

Don't be sorry for the flowers and melancholy to the east wind.

The lily hat is facing out, and the ditch is open everywhere.

The hard work of the world is the three farmers.

You have to get a plough of water and hope for a good year.

Li Shangyin, "Jin Se".

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the 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.

Ancient Allure. One of the nineteen ancient poems.

The line is re-lined, and the king is separated.

More than 10,000 miles apart, each at the end of the world.

The road is blocked and long, and the meeting is safe.

Humayi north wind, over the south branch of the bird's nest.

The days are far away, and the days of clothing and belts have slowed down.

The clouds cover the day, and the wanderer does not care about returning.

Sijun makes people old, and the years are too late.

Don't give up your donations, and try to add more food.

The line is re-lined, and the king is separated.

More than 10,000 miles apart, each at the end of the world.

The road is blocked and long, and the meeting is safe.

Ma Yi north wind, over the south branch of the bird's nest.

It's far away, and the clothes and belts have slowed down.

The clouds cover the white, and the wanderer does not care about returning.

Sijun is old, and the years are too late.

Abandon the donation and return to the road, and work hard to add food.