Tell me about the most beautiful ancient poem in your opinion?

The wind blows the fairy robe fluttering, like a neon dress and feather dance.

The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting.

I see how charming the green mountains are, and I expect the green mountains to be like this when I see them. I especially like this one.

The twilight is heavy and Chu Tiankuo" This poem There is a character in August Chang'an's "Hello, Old Times" called Chu Tiankuo, Chu Tiankuo is handsome, has excellent grades, and treats people politely (I watched the original book, not a TV series), but he is very selfish. The article about Chu Tiankuo is called Twilight and Gloom, after reading it, I feel that I can understand him a little bit, so I feel very sorry for him, and then I inexplicably liked this poem with his name.

The morning breeze obliquely shadows, alone on the small column.

Lonely soul, where to talk desolate.

The children of the rivers and lakes have always been lonely and sorrowful.

Seeing all the partings in the world, who knows?

The heart is broken without a trace.

Who is helpless?

But if you get it, you can enjoy the water and the moon.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival! Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to?

The green poplar smoke is light and cold, and the red apricot branches are in spring. It's like putting people in a painting, an aesthetic artistic conception. Song Qi was called "Red Apricot Shangshu" by virtue of this sentence

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Huaibei spring trees, Jiangdong sunset clouds.

Luoxia and lonely birds fly together, and the sky is full of autumn water.

Ancient vines and old trees, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses; The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

You live at the head of the river, I live at the end of the river, I think about you every day, I don't see you, and I drink a river of water.

Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise.

The flowers bloom on the mo, and they can return slowly.

The snow is falling in the twilight, the wind is blowing, the red flag is frozen, and I like it very much.

The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day!

Qingyin Pavilion is raining lightly, and the deep courtyard is open during the day.

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

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

Life is like a fog and a dream, and love is like a morning dew rushing away.

Thousands of sails are not, the slanting veins are long!

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

The autumn colors in the south of the Yangtze River are dying, which is considered a ghostly affair, and there are countless things. Every day Canglang Pavilion Road. Under the west wind forest, the sunset water, go alone to find poetry.

If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass of nothing?

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains and the vast sea of clouds.

The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.

It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is dewed and the midnight is upset.

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 ignored at the time.

As soon as the sky is clear, the cranes line the clouds, and the poetry will be drawn to the blue sky.

West lake. Original].

Silhouette of willows on the shore of West Lake, clouds into ripples.

The water is rippling. The rafting is floating, and the dragonflies are reeding.

In the dark incense. On October 9, 2018, I watched "Yuanzhentang" Jianwen Cultural Essay and Beautiful Sense of Literature

Very beautiful verse: Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems".

There are also beautiful verses:

1. Affectionate only has the spring court month, which is still a flower falling from people.

Zhang Mi's "Sender".

2, life and death are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Anonymous "The Book of Poetry, Wind Drumming".

3. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

Qin Guan "Queqiao Immortal".

4. When do you know when you will see each other? It's hard to feel the night at this point.

Li Bai "Three Five Seven Words".

5. There are beauties, they will never forget when they see them, they will not see them for a day, and they will think like crazy.

Anonymous "Phoenix Qin Song".

6. This time I leave you, it is the wind, the rain, and the night; You smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road stretched out at both ends.

Zheng Chou gave "Farewell".

7. Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term memory, and short-term lovesickness.

Li Bai "Three Five Seven Words".

8. Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Yuan Zhen's "Five Songs of Thought".

9. If you raise the dust on the road, if the concubine is turbid cement, the ups and downs are different, when will the meeting be harmonious?

Cao Zhi "Bright Moon on the High-rise Building".

10, the desolate farewell should be the same, the most invincible grievance in the moonlight.

Nalan Xingde's "Poppy Beauty".

11, Huanjun Mingzhu is in tears, hating to meet when he is not married.

Zhang's "The Song of the Lady".