If you want a poem or a beautiful sentence, you should have the word glass .

The sky is thousands of miles of glass slipping, and the ice wheel is grinding on the **que.

There are 10,000 pieces of glaze, reflecting the Sangqian River.

Mallard - Chao Yuan Li.

The evening clouds are closed, and the sky is full of glass. Rotten silver plate, coming from the bottom of the sea, bright and clear. Ying is dust-free, Su'e is light, quiet and countable, and the osmanthus is uneven. The diaphragm is dry and warm, and the desire to go down is delayed.

After reading the beauty and saying goodbye to the dust, this should be explained lovesickness. The most concerned, leaking sound and water, secretly breaking the intestines, and secretly moving the flower yin. It is expected that the night will come, the light has not diminished, and the cloudy and sunny weather is just like that. Cohesive love, now goodbye, or the next year. People are strong, pure and respectful, and they are willing to accompany each other.

Female crown son Yuan Xi.

Jiang Jiexue's Qingchi Pavilion is picturesque. The spring breeze flew in, and on the upper floor of Baochai, a sheng flute, and the glass light shone. Now the lights are hanging all over the place, not the dark dust and bright moon, when the first night. Over the years, the heart has been lazy and timid, and he is ashamed to compete with moths.

The people of Jiangcheng quietly started to watch, and asked who would solve the prosperity, and then borrow from Tiangong? Pick out the remnants of the red fire, but faintly in the dream, Tian Che Luopa. Wu Jian is silver powder, waiting to write the scenery of the old home into gossip. Smiling green beard neighbors, leaning against the window and singing, the sun sets.

Rewarding teacher Tang Liu Shang.

The void has no place, as if it were glass.

Who arrives in the poetry realm, and the Zen heart passes the poem.

1. Move my glass couch and place it under the front window. —Han · Anonymous "Peacock Flying Southeast Ancient Poem for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife".

Translation: Move her glass-encrusted couch and place it under the front window.

2. Knock into a jade chime through the forest, and suddenly make the sound of glass shattering. —Song · Yang Wanli's "Childish Ice".

Translation: The knocking sound made like a jade chime through the trees, and suddenly the ice fell to the ground with a glass-like cracking sound.

3. Glass clock, amber is thick, and the small groove wine drops are pearl red. —Tang Li He, "Will Enter the Wine, Glass Clock".

Translation: In a clear glass cup, amber wine is poured, and the deep red is like a pearl of fire.

4. The void has no place, as if it is like glass. —Don · Liu Shang, "Rewarding the Teacher".

Translation: The empty mind (the heart that is not burdened by the world) is omnipresent and omnipresent, just like the glazed tiles of ancient times, which are so clear and pure.

5. When the night wind is quiet and wants to return, there is only a bright moon and blue glass. —Song · Su Shi "Yu Meiren Youmeitang Presents the Ancients".

Translation: When the wind is quiet in the middle of the night, we are about to return home, only to see that under the reflection of a bright moon, the water of the Qiantang River is as clear as a green glass.

The light boat is short and the West Lake is good, the green water is long, the grass is long, and the faint sheng song is everywhere. There is no wind and the water surface is slippery, and the boat is not moving, and the ripples are slight, startling the sand birds to fly across the shore.

Autumn is frosty and windless, and I don't want to be in the world. In the snow-capped mountain world, this cool night, dao Baoyue shines alone in the glazed palace. Return.

Untie the lotus hand of the elder, and answer that he has personally instructed in the Buddhist book.

No one in Xueling asked again, whether Xia La was safe for ten years.

Night Banquet Song] Shi Shouwu.

The orchid jar is like a dawn and sleepless, and the jade hall smokes at night. Qing'e and his party are twelve immortals, and they want to laugh or not smile. The blue window is coquettish and groomed late, and the outdoors does not know how to turn the silver.

was punished by Lang with disgust, and the wine was soft in the red jade of the limbs.

Monastery peony] Chen Biao.

The glazed ground is red and gorgeous, and the sky is scattered with dawn.

It should be planted without land to the west, otherwise it will be willing to re-emphasize the lotus.

Flies, butterflies, chickens, musk deans, phoenixes, etc.] Li Shangyin.

Han Die turned over the curtain, and Cao Fly brushed the window. The cockfight returns to Yule, and the musk deer warms the golden rays.

Tortoiseshell Ming Library, glazed ice wine vat. There are many masters in the painting building, and Luan and Feng are both double.

Mallard. Chao Yuanli.

The evening clouds are closed, and the sky is full of glass. Rotten silver plate, coming from the bottom of the sea, bright and clear. Ying is dust-free, Su'e is light, and you can count the dry plums and osmanthus unevenly.

The diaphragm is dry and warm, and the desire to go down is delayed.

After reading the beauty and saying goodbye to the dust, this should be explained lovesickness. The most concerned, leaking sound and water, secretly breaking the intestines, and secretly moving the flower yin. It is expected that the night will come, the light has not diminished, and the cloudy and sunny weather is just like that. Cohesive love, now goodbye, or the next year. People are strong, pure and respectful, and they are willing to accompany each other.

Female crown son Yuan Xi.

Jiang Jie. The Snow Clear Pond Pavilion is picturesque. The spring breeze flew in, and on the upper floor of Baochai, a sheng flute, and the glass light shone. Now the lights are hanging all over the place, not the dark dust and bright moon, when the first night. Over the years, the heart has been lazy and timid, and he is ashamed to compete with moths.

The people of Jiangcheng quietly started to watch, and asked who would solve the prosperity, and then borrow from Tiangong? Knock out the remnants of the auspicious defeat oak red fire, but in the dream faintly, Tian Che Luopa. Wu Jian is silver powder, waiting to write the scenery of the old home into gossip. Smiling green beard neighbors, leaning against the window and singing, the sun sets.