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When I get drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy". It is from Tang Wenru's "Qingcao Lake in Longyang County", the full text is as follows. "Qingcao Lake in Longyang County" Yuan Tang Wenru.

The west wind blows the old Dongting waves, and Xiangjun has a lot of white hair overnight. When I get drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy".

The young man does not know the taste of sorrow, falls in love with the floor, falls in love with the floor, and says sorrow for the new word. Now I know all the sorrows, I want to say that I will rest, I want to say that I will rest, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn. Every time I see this poem, it reminds me of Xing Ye's movie, and I can't laugh or cry after watching it.

Especially the Supreme Treasure role of Journey to the West. The most fortunate thing in life is to see through the whole life, but it is also the most terrible and the saddest.

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, and the wind is in a hurry late!

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark!

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word.

In the past, there was a Huo family slave, whose surname was Feng Mingzidu. Relying on the general's strength, he laughed at the restaurant Hu. In the fifteenth year of the orchid, spring is alone.

Long sleeve with tie and wide sleeves. Lantian jade on the head, big Qin beads behind the ears. Two beards are so slender, and there is nothing good in a lifetime.

Han) Xin Yannian's "Yu Lin Lang".

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. ‍‍

When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know the heavenly palace: , what year is tonight, I Qin rode the wind to return, and I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is not cold, dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world, turn Zhu Ge, low Qihu, shine sleepless, should not have hate, what is the long farewell round, people have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, this matter is difficult to gold, I wish people a long time, thousands of miles of Chanjuan, I wish people a long time, thousands of miles of Chanjuan. Li Bai's poem is one of my favorites.

Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise." "Sit and watch the clouds rise" is an expression of a relaxed mood to the extreme. "Cloud" originally gives people a laid-back feeling, but also gives people the impression of being unintentional.

Through the description of this line, one arrival, one sitting, and one look, the author's state of mind at this time is also revealed. From an artistic point of view, these two sentences can really be described as "there is a painting in the poem, and there is a poem in the painting", which is naturally a landscape painting.

Spring River Flower Moonlit Night.

Tang] 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 around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail.

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been 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 going to be in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower?

Poor upstairs wandering for 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 we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

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

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

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

I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees. (Falling Moon I: Falling Flowers).

The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on the surface of Tongguan Road. Looking at the western capital, he hesitated. Sad, the Qin and Han dynasties, the palace and thousands of rooms have been made of soil. Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer.

A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, the familiar swallow returned, and the small garden incense path wandered alone.

This poem is one of Yan Shu's famous poems, which expresses the sadness of mourning the fall of spring and the fall of the flowers, and the sorrow of the good times does not last long, and alludes to the feelings of lovesickness and parting. In the word, "helpless flowers fall" is ingenious and fluent, and the charm is natural, which can be called a famous sentence.

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, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Xin Qiji's Qingyu case, everyone is looking for him. Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light. Li Yu's poppy beauty asks how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

Li Baiqiu's words, enter my lovesick door and know that I am lovesick, long and long-lasting, and short-term lovesick is infinite. I knew it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning. Li Zhiyi's fortune operator, I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my love.

Su Dongpo's Jiangchengzi has been in a state of life and death for ten years. Don't think about it. Unforgettable.

"Persuade the sun to hold wine for you, and leave evening shine among the flowers. "The beauty of the sunset is breathtaking, and it feels like you're in the middle of it. ‍‍

Poppy Beauty, Sending Nostalgia to Su Window Chen Mei" autumn sound a few bursts of geese, and the dream is broken with the intestines. If you want to write poems and poems, you will be moved by stacked bamboos and shadows, and the moon will be delayed. The building is high and looks at the long parting, and the leaves fall cold and cloudy. The cold wind leaves no residual lights, and the quiet night is covered in a small courtyard and half a window.

Jingxi blocks the snow. The white gull asked me to park a lonely boat, is it a body stay, is it a heart? If the heart stays, what is the reason to lock the brow? The wind beats the small curtain and the light is faint, and the idle shadow is deserted, reminiscing about the old tour.

Is the old tour the old tour now? Flower outside the building, willow boat. Dreams are also dreams, dreams are not dreamed, cold water is empty. Desert yellow clouds, soaked kapok fur. No one in the capital is worried like me, tonight snow, there are plum blossoms, like I am worried.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

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

The skirt dragged six pieces of Xiangjiang water, and the temples towered a section of clouds in Wushan.

Jiangnan willow, Ye Xiao is not yin. The artificial silk is light and forbearing, and the warbler is too tender to groan. Leave it for the depths of spring.

In the 14th Five-Year Plan, I was looking for a pipa. Go up and down the stairs, and pay attention to the time when you see each other. Not to mention to this day.

Ying's suspicion is a work: Ying's mercy; Leave a work: retain) - Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu "Wangjiangnan, Jiangnan Willow".

The world is a big dream, how many times is life cool? The wind leaves have been singing in the evening. Look at the eyebrows and temples, the wine is often sad and there are few customers, and the moon is mostly disturbed by clouds. Who shared the lonely light in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and looked north sadly.

When autumn comes on September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom. The cupola incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of **A.

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

It is difficult to cross the mountain, who is sad and lost? When we meet in Pingshui, we are all guests from other places.

The pit was not cold and the Shandong was in turmoil, and Liu Xiang didn't study.

In the past, Anling and Longyang. ......Danqing swore that he would never forget each other.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Tongchang, a general who resisted the Qing Dynasty, wrote the "Self-Recipe Poem" before his execution, which was tragic and magnificent.

The sad song of January waits at this time, and God knows that Chengren takes righteousness.

The clothes do not change the pre-life system, and the name and surname are empty and leave the posthumous poems.

The broken mountains and rivers are resting bones, and even the monarch's father has not raised his eyebrows.

The soul is lazy and refers to the way home, and goes straight to the tombs to worship the old monument.

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

Small water leads to big rivers, and there are many birds in the deep mountains.

The host is good at the guests, and the winding roads are also passed.

Yulou Chun Yanshu.

The green poplar grass is long on the road, and it is easy to go when you are young. The remnants of the dream at the head of the building are five watches, and the bottom of the flower is sad for three times of moon rain. Answer: Ruthless is not as affectionate as bitterness, and an inch is still tens of millions of wisps. When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only endless lovesickness.

Eight to near to far east and west, deep to shallow clear stream. As high as the sun and the moon, from relatives to husband and wife.

Title: Autumn River solo fishing picture Wang Shizhen.

A lily and a flat boat, a silk fiber and an inch hook. A song and a bottle of wine, a person fishing alone in the autumn.

Gift maid Cui Jiao.

The prince and grandson chased after him, and the green beads fell into teardrops. As soon as Houmen entered the deep sea, Xiao Lang was like a passerby.

Xijiang Yue Zhu Dunru.

Every day, the glass of wine is full, and the flowers bloom in the small garden. Singing, dancing, and laughing, unrestrained and unhindered. There are several spring dreams in the history of Qingshi, and how many geniuses are in Hongchen. Don't worry about and arrange, get it now.

Partridge Tian Yan a few.

The color sleeves diligently held the jade bell, but they were drunk and red. Dance low willow building heart moon, singing peach blossom fan bottom wind. After parting, memories meet, and several soul dreams are with you. There is a silver candle left tonight, and I am afraid that the meeting is in a dream.

I was worried about hurting the Sanskrit line, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain. The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise!

Dai retro wife's "Wishing to Copy Yingtai Near".

Pity many talents, attack the meager life, and have no way to keep you.

du。Crush the flower paper and endure it.

zhi writes broken intestine sentences.

The willows are inextricably linked, unbearable, and a little sad.

How to sue. The fate of this life is ended, and this body has been lightly allowed.

The words of catching the moon are not words in a dream.

If you come back again, you will not forget the place, and you will pour a cup of wine and the grave of the slave.

<> "Those amazing ancient poems.

1: Original: Poor.

Ancient text: How dare you enter the prosperity of being poor, and how dare you bear others with your sleeves.

2: Original text: There is no longer you in my world.

Ancient text: Bitter wine and willows are separated today, there is no wind, no moon and no you.

3: Original text: I knew this was the case, why did I know each other in the first place.

Gu Wen: I knew that it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning.

4: Original text: In the future, they will have their own worlds, and love and hate do not need to be said.

Ancient text: Since then, the mountains and rivers have not met, and Mo Dao is long and short with each other.

5: Original text: Things are not people, and they can never go back to the past.

Ancient text: Shengge is not seen and the old people are scattered, and it is difficult to find ten miles of joy.

6: Original text: After all, it is wishful thinking and loving the wrong person.

Ancient text: Mistaking aged vinegar for ink, writing half of the raw paper on acid.

7: Original: I'm single, I'm proud.

Ancient text: I float by myself, I am crazy from the book, like a wild crane swimming in all directions.

8: Original text: In the future, everyone will go their own way, and there is no need to contact again.

Ancient text: Since then, the sound and dust have been quiet, and the spring mountains are like grass and smoke.

9: Original: I can't sleep because I'm handsome.

Ancient text: Yushu is a beautiful young man in the wind, and he can't sleep at night by taking care of himself in the mirror.

10: Original: It is wonderful for you to stand and not speak.

Ancient text: Looking back and smiling, standing in front of the steps, always speechless, and clinging.

11: Original: We love each other silently.

Ancient text: silent, secretly lovesick. No one knows beyond the two hearts.

12: Original text: First time meeting, love at first sight.

Ancient text: The most is the infinite meaning of the gaze, which seems to be connected in the previous life.

13: Original: You are the most beautiful in my heart.

Ancient text: Why should it be light blue and crimson, it is the first class among flowers.

14: Original: I'm really lucky to know you.

Ancient text: I am fortunate to know the peach blossom noodles of Qing, and since then there has been a warm spring.

15: Original: I will give you the best.

Ancient text: I would like to slow down the spine strokes, and the world will allow you to prosper for a lifetime.

16: Original: I have only loved you all my life.

Ancient text: If you allow a person to be favored, you are willing to be generous for the rest of your life.

17: Original: There is no talent, but there is nowhere to show it.

Ancient text: False Lingyun is talented, and he has never opened his arms in his life.

18: Original: Who can understand me?

Ancient text: Hengyu's heart is blowing all over the ground, and the good branches hate no one to send.

<> "What are the ancient poems that amaze you?"

In the best period of dreams, only the garden flowers and the moon know. Feng Yan has been.

A little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind. Su Shi "Water Tune Song Head".

Don't worry about thousands of miles, there is a wind of arrival. Qian Jue's "One Hundred Untitled Songs of Jiang Xing".

Now as soon as the river and sea return to the guest, he is a man of thousands of miles every day. Gao Shi "Send Guiyang Filial Piety to Roll Like Cheap".

Once the hero is gone, the luxury is exhausted, but the green mountains are like Luozhong. Xu Hun, "Jinling Nostalgia".

The swallow does not return to the late spring, and the apricot blossoms are cold. Dai Shulun "Suxi Pavilion".

The wind blows off in the middle of the night at the head of the building, and the moon is bright in the shallow place of the floating clouds. Dao Qian's "Autumn Night on the River".

The pear blossom courtyard dissolves the moon, and the catkins pond has a faint breeze. Yan Shu "Untitled: The Incense Car on the Oil Wall Never Meets Again".

But when will the west wind come, and it will not be changed, and it will be secretly changed over the years. Su Shi's "Song of the Cave Immortals, Ice Muscle and Jade Bone".

Plain clothes don't sigh in the dust, and you can go home as if you are Qingming. Lu You's "Lin'an Spring Rain and Early Ji".

After returning to eat at dusk, he did not take off his clothes and lay in the moonlight. Lu Yan "Shepherd Boy".

There is no reason at the end of Chang'an, and there is no Chang'an in the hometown.

Take the second flower from the lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king. Yuan Zhen's "Five Songs of Leaving Thoughts: The Fourth".

once whipped a famous horse because of drunkenness, for fear of tiring the beauty. Yu Dafu.

The hills overlap and the gold is extinguished, and the sideburns and clouds want to be fragrant and snowy. I was too lazy to paint my eyebrows, and I was late to wash up with heavy makeup. Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Barbarian".

The weather is cold and the green sleeves are thin, and the sunset leans on the bamboo. Du Fu's "Beauty".

When it comes to amazing poetry, there are a thousand answers in the hearts of a thousand people.

Some people are amazed by the love of "may I be like the stars and the moon, and the light is bright and clean at night", some people are amazed by the friendship of "the wine is far away at dusk, and the wind and rain go down to the west building", and some people are amazed by the natural beauty of "the lotus wind sends the fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops are clear".

The sunset wine is far away, and the wind and rain go down to the west building.

Xu Hun, "Xie Ting's Farewell".

When he woke up, he had already gone away, and this sentence made Xu Hun not inferior to the poets of the Tang Dynasty.

After parting, memories meet, and several soul dreams are with you.

There is a silver light left tonight, and I am afraid that the meeting is in a dream.

Yan Jidao "Partridge Heaven".

I am afraid that the meeting is a dream, and the joy, complexity and disbelief of meeting are too real, which makes this poem pass down through the ages.

The lotus wind sends the fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops are clear.

Meng Haoran "Summer Nanting Huaixin Da".

Every time I read this sentence, I feel that the summer lotus is too beautiful.

The indifference is light and cold on the small building, the Xiaoyin scoundrel is like a poor autumn, and the light smoke and flowing water paint the screen.

The free flying flowers are light like a dream, the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and the treasure curtain hangs a small silver hook.

Qin Guan "Huanxi Sand".

The whole poem is so beautiful, like a piece of crystal clear jade, which makes people never get tired of enjoying it.

Count the rain and the wind. Hazy moon clouds come and go.

Li Guan's "Butterfly Love Flowers: Spring Twilight".

Graceful light rain, light moon hazy, most suitable for reading when the light rain is dripping, beautiful to the bottom of the heart.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys.

Lu You's "Lin'an Spring Rain and Early Ji".

Listening to the rain overnight, selling flowers in the Ming Dynasty, in the sound of rain in the south of the Yangtze River, time makes people nostalgic.

The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is painted to listen to the rain.

Wei Zhuang "Bodhisattva Barbarian: Part II".

In Jiangnan, sleeping on a boat and listening to the rain is the dream of many people!

The courtyard is a little deeper, the willows are piled up with smoke, and the curtains are not repeated.

Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

Ouyang Xiu used three deep words in a row, which was intoxicated with what emotion; You are moved by these three deep words, which person do you think of?