Verses with meaning, verses with poetry

Under the cloud curtain of the 28th Shengge, in the snowflakes of the three thousand worlds.

Liu Yuxi's "Farewell to Lotte in the Snow in Fuxian Temple".

When the tree is deep, I see deer, and I don't hear the bell at noon.

Li Bai's "Visiting Dai Tianshan Taoist Priest is Not Encountered".

After all, a few people really get deer, and they don't know that they dream of being fish all day long.

Huang Tingjian's "Seven Miscellaneous Poems: Part I".

When to look at the southern snow, I have two white heads with plum blossoms.

Cha Xinxiang "Qing Barnyard Banknotes".

Baiyun Spring on Tianping Mountain, the clouds have no heart and water are idle.

Why rush down the mountain and add more waves to the world.

Bai Juyi's "White Cloud Spring".

Envy Qingshan is thoughtful, and the white crane forgets the opportunity.

Tang Hui "Eight Voices of Ganzhou".

The empty deep alleys are quiet, and the accumulation is wide and leisurely.

Wang Wei's "Winter Evening to the Snow Memories of Hu Jushi's Family".

The pine moon is cool at night, and the wind spring is full of clear listening.

Meng Haoran, "Su Ye Shi Shanfang Period Ding Da Bu Arrives".

The water falls and the fish beam is shallow, and the weather is cold and the dream is deep.

Meng Haoran "Ascending Daxian Mountain with the Sons".

When the white pigeon flies, the day is inclined to slanting, and the meditation room is silent and drinks fragrant tea.

Wang Changling's "Title Pure Eye Master's Room".

The ancient snow is deep in the stream, and the cold spring flows in the rocks.

Li Bai "Looking for Gaofeng Shimen Mountain Zhongyuan Danqiu".

I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees.

Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night".

The waves are intentionally snowing, and the peach blossoms are silent for a team of spring.

A pot of wine, a pole body, happy as a nong, there are a few people.

Li Yu "The Fisherman".

Ten miles of lotus, fresh breeze and water, bright moon and heavenly clothes.

Zhang Kejiu's "The Full Moon and the Nostalgia of the Ancients".

I have a scoop of wine to soothe the dust.

Wei Yingwu "Jian Luzhi".

After awakening, I didn't know that on the bright moon, I was full of flowers and shadows.

Tortoise Meng's "Awakening from the Spring Eve of the Peaceful Attack".

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".

The wind is still falling, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded.

Shi Zhengjue's "Ode".

Linjiang Immortal (Chao Buzhi).

The ten-year-old Cao Tong inkstone, the Chinese weaving is as green as a green onion. I was drunk all my life. When they met, they were all white-headed, speechless to the west wind. Mo Daozun's mood decreased, and his face was so bad that the wine could be red. Pity this will mean a lot. People always sleep at night, and they are alone around the chrysanthemum bushes.

Afternoon nap in the rain (land tour).

Rubbing his eyes and breaking the day's sleep, the edge of the appendix is lonely and lonely.

The flowers and rain hit no flying butterflies, and the high willow wind frightened the fallen cicadas.

Only then did he live under the Yuanzi, and the fame was the ancestor?

Today, I will know whether you know it or not, and watch Feiyun wave the five strings.

Ancient words (Li Qunyu).

A lovesick tears, Linjiang sprinkled with autumn.

The blue waves are like a will, but they flow to the west.

The heart is not Luo Xiaoyi, and it is intended to travel in Weibin.

The neon dress is not intended, the end arch and the king.

The valley is still the old road, and the county is new.

For the sake of diligence and compassion, I will first show the good year.

Suspense the meaning of flowers and leaves, and look forward to the new day and night.

It is also attached to the long ribbon, which is touching and touching.

The ceremony is generous, and the joy is slight.

The ambition of the court is clear.

The morning coat is burning, and the diligence is sincere.

The ambition of the Shudun dynasty will always make the weathering clear.

Hello, I know this sentence "I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous of the group". Depicting plum blossoms. "Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late" This is a description of maternal love.

Floating clouds and wandering children, the sunset is old. Waving his hand, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming. Speaking without intention, the listener has a heart.

The poetic verses are as follows:

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi. Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu". Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said.

Holding the hand of the son, and growing old with the hungry bridge. Anonymous "The Book of Poetry, Wind Drumming". If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

Qin Guan "Queqiao Immortal". Lovesick to see each other know when the day. It's hard to feel the night at this point.

Li Bai "Three Five Seven Words".

There are beauties, never forget when you see them, you don't see them for a day, and you think about them like crazy. Anonymous "Phoenix Qin Song". This time I leave you, it is the wind, the rain, the night; You smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road stretched out at both ends.

Zheng Chouyu "Farewell". Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term memory, and short-term lovesickness are infinite. Li Bai "Three Five Seven Words".

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. Yuan Zhen's "Five Songs of Thought".

When the tree is deep, I see deer, and I don't hear the bell at noon. - Don Li Bai, "Visiting Dai Tianshan Taoist Priest is Not Encountered". In the mountains and forests, the deeper you go, the more you see a deer.

It was silent at noon, but the bell was not heard. Away from the smoke and dust of the world, you will feel very good when you go to the mountains to experience the most natural and leisurely scene.

What's going on in the mountains? Songhua liquor, spring water sencha. ——Yuan Zhang Kejiu, "Books in the Full Mountain".

In everyone's heart, there is probably a dream of seclusion. Throw away fame and fortune, plant flowers in front of the house, plant vegetables behind the house, make wine with pine flowers, and sencha in spring is enough. The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the face is a flowery tree.

Qing Wang Guowei "Butterfly Loves Flowers". Tremor code.