Can anyone tell me about the graceful poems of the Tang Dynasty?

Remembering Jiangnan, Jiangnan is good".

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty.

Original text: Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old.

The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue.

Can you not remember Jiangnan?

Bodhisattva Barbarian: The Hill Overlaps the Golden Light and Extinguishes

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty.

Original text: The hills overlap and the gold is extinguished, and the sideburns and clouds want to be fragrant and snowy.

Lazy to draw moth eyebrows, makeup and grooming late.

Before and after the flowers, the flowers reflect each other.

The new post embroidered Luo shirt, double golden partridge.

Bodhisattva Barbarian, everyone says Jiangnan is good".

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty.

Original text: Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only meet Jiangnan old.

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

The people on the edge are like the moon, and the frost and snow are condensed on the wrists.

If you are not old, you must return to your hometown, and you must break your intestines when you return to your hometown.

Sauvignon Blanc

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty.

Original text: Bianshui flow, Surabaya flow, flows to Guazhou Gudutou.

Wu Shan was a little worried.

Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it is time to return.

The moonlight people leaned on the building.

Appeal to the heart, where to leave people in the eternal night".

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty.

Original: Where does the eternal night go?

Absolute sound. The incense pavilion is covered, the eyebrows are constricted, and the moon will sink.

Fighting for patience and not looking for each other?

Resentment and loneliness. Change my heart, for your heart, I know each other deeply.

There was no tactfulness in the Tang Dynasty, and it did not appear until the Song Dynasty.

The ten most classic poems of the ancient Wanyue school are as follows:

1, "Looking at the South of the River, Freshen Up" Tang Wen Tingyun.

Freshen up, leaning on the river tower alone. Thousands of sails are not, and the slanting veins are long. The intestine is broken on the white apple island.

2, "Breaking the Huanxi Sha, Hanlian Incense Selling Green Leaves" Five Generations Li Jing.

The incense is sold and the green leaves are left, and the west wind is worried about the green waves. is also haggard with Shaoguang, unbearable. The drizzle dreams back to the chicken, and the small building blows through the Yusheng cold. How many teardrops are so hateful, leaning on the diaphragm.

3, "Seeing Huan, Going to the West Building Alone Without Words" Five Generations Li Yu.

Alone in the west building without a word, the moon is like a hook. Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu. Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful. Don't just have a general taste in mind.

4, "Yulin Ling, Cold Cicada" Song Liu Yong.

The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. 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?

5, "Huanxi Sha, a New Song, a Cup of Wine" Song Yanshu.

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

6, "Full Court Fang, Mountain Wipe Micro Clouds" Song Qin Guan.

The mountains are wiped with slight clouds, the sky is even declining grass, and the sound of painting horns is broken. Suspend the conquest and talk about the total detachment. How many old things in Penglai, looking back on them empty, there is a lot of smoke.

Outside the sunset, jackdaws are ten thousand points, and flowing water surrounds the lonely village. At this time, the sachet is secretly dissolved, and the belt is lightly divided. Won the name, and the Qinglou Bo survived.

When will you see you here? On the sleeves, there are empty cry marks. At the injured place, Gao Cheng was cut off, and the lights were already dusk.

7, "Heavenly Fairy, Water Tune, Holding Wine and Listening" Song Zhang Xian.

At that time, he was a little girl of Jiahe, and he slept with illness and did not go to the government meeting. The water tone listened to the wine a few times, and I woke up drunk in the afternoon and woke up sad. When will I send Chunchun back?

The evening mirror, the sad flow scene, the later period of the past empty memory province. On the sand and on the pond, the clouds break through the moon and the flowers make shadows. Heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind is uncertain, people are quiet, and the sunset should be full of red tomorrow.

8, "A Cut of Plum, Red Lotus Fragrance and Residual Jade in Autumn" Song Li Qingzhao.

The red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn, lightly dissolve Luo Shang, and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building. Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

9, "Youth Travel, and Swords Like Water" Song Zhou Bangyan.

And the knife is like water, Wu Yan wins the snow, and the slender hand breaks the new orange. At the beginning of the temperature, the beast smoke continued, and the relative sitting was in tune. Whisper and ask: To whom do you stay? There have been three shifts in the city. The horse is slippery and the frost is thick, it is better to take a break, it is a few people!

10, "Dark Fragrance, Old Moonlight" Song Jiang Kui.

In the old days, the moonlight, how many times to shine on me, the flute on the plum side? Evoke the jade people, regardless of the cold and climbing. He Xun is getting old now, and he has forgotten the spring breeze pen.

But it's strange that the flowers outside the bamboo are sparse, and the fragrance is cold into the Yao seat. Jiangguo is lonely, sighing and sending to the road, and the snow is accumulating at night. Cuizun is easy to cry, and the red calyx is speechless.

Changji once joined hands, thousands of trees pressed, and the West Lake was cold and blue. When will you see it all and again?

Like a dream, I often remember the twilight of the Xiting Pavilion, and I don't know the way back. Returning to the boat at night, he strayed into the depths of the lotus flower. Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons.

Like a dream, last night's rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same. Did you know?

Did you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin. The lips are lonely and deep, and the soft intestines are sorrowful.

Cherish the spring and spring, and what time is it to urge flowers and rain. Leaning all over the bar, it's just emotionless! Where are the people?

Even the sky is declining, and the way back is cut off. Dotted lips to stop the swing, get up and straighten your slender hands. Lunon is thin, thin and sweaty, and light and transparent.

When he saw someone coming, he slipped away with a sock shovel and a golden hairpin, and walked away with shame. Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plums. Huanxi Sha Mo Xu cup deep amber thick, not drunk first melted, sparse Zhong should be late wind.

Rui brain incense dispels the soul and dreams, dispels the cold golden bun and pine mustaches, and wakes up to the candle red. Huanxi Sha The small courtyard is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not rolled and the shadow is deep, and the building is speechless. Yuanxiu out of the mountain to urge the twilight, the drizzle blows the rain to make the light shade, and the pear blossoms are afraid of thanks.

Appeal to the heartfelt feelings Come at night to get drunk and remove makeup late, and the plum calyx is inserted into the stump branches. The wine wakes up and smokes the spring sleep, and the dream is broken. People are quiet, the moon is still around, and the green curtains are hanging.

More remnants, more fragrant, more time. Who planted the banana tree in front of the window? Yin full atrium; The yin is full of atrium, and the leaves are heartfelt and comfortable.

Sad pillow on the rain of three watches, a drop of rain; A little bit of rain, sad northerners, not used to listening! Wuling spring wind and dust and fragrant flowers have been exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first.

It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat. I am only afraid of the Shuangxi boat, which cannot be carried and has many worries. Drunken flowers and clouds, thick clouds, eternal day, Rui brain gold beast.

The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated. After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Partridge day dim light yellow body soft, love sparse traces far away only fragrant why need light blue dark red, since it is the first rate of flowers Mei Ding jealous, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, the opening of the painting column crown Mid-Autumn Festival people can be ruthless thinking, what is the year not to see the harvest of a cut plum red lotus fragrance remnant jade autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book?

When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building. The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

【Source】Han Bai

Zhuo Wenjun du "White Head Yin".

Original poem] is as white as snow on the mountain, and it is white.

DAO is like a moon in the clouds. Wen Jun has.

Single-minded, so it is absolute. Today's wine fight, Mingdan ditch head. On the ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west.

Sad and miserable, there is no need to cry when you get married. I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated. The bamboo pole is curling, and the fish tail is curling.

Men are heavy-minded, why use money knives?

Notes: White appearance.

Appreciation] When Sima Xiangru was poor, he once married Zhuo Wenjun, the daughter of King Zhuo's grandson, in Shuzhong. Later, he went to the court to be an official, and gradually indulged in pleasure, wanting to take a Maoling woman as a concubine. Zhuo Wenjun was very angry and made this song "Baitou Yin" to express his break.

It is as white as snow on the top of the mountain, and as bright as the moon among the clouds. This means that her heart is pure, like snow and a bright moon.