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Moonlit Nights — Song Lu You.

The moon is full of bed when you wake up at the first time, and the jade pot is not cold.

The wind suddenly sent lotus incense, and a leaf floated to remember his hometown.

Moonlit Nights — Song Wen Tianxiang.

When the moon arrives in the middle of the sky, the clouds are opened, and the broken bridge conjures up the jade tower.

In the middle of the night, a crane swept the boat, suspected to be Poxian Chibi.

Miscellaneous poems by Wang Wei.

If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.

In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum blossoms?

Miscellaneous poems. Tao Yuanming.

Glory is difficult to live for a long time, and the prosperity and decline are immeasurable.

In the past, it was three spring ferns, and now it is an autumn lotus room.

Severe frost and weeds, withered and unrelieved.

The sun and the moon are still in the week, and I am no longer yang.

When I look forward to the past, I remember this heartbreak.

Northern Zhou Yu letter "Plum Blossoms".

In the middle of the month, I felt the plum blossoms. If you don't believe in this Spring Festival evening, you will come to see it in the snow. The trees move and hang the ice and fall, and the branches are high and cold. I knew I couldn't find it, and I really regretted wearing the clothes list.

Tang Li Yu "Plum Blossoms".

Attentive transplantation, curved sill small fence edge. A total of heavy days, but not prosperous. Blocking the wind to open the walking barrier, taking the moon to irrigate the cold spring. Who expected that before and after the flowers, the moth eyebrows were not complete. Lost the owner of the fireworks, Dongjun didn't know. What is the use of fragrance, it is still a branch of the last year.

Tang Laihu "Plum Blossoms".

The branches leaned on the threshold to shine on the ice of the pool, and the powder was thin and fragrant. Occupy the early fang, and he frost and snow to help the edge.

Tang Luoye, "Plum Blossoms".

It is as rich as snow pressing the branches, and the Wuxi River is free to plant. But the five marquis families didn't know, and the spring breeze didn't let go of the river.

Tang Luoyin, "Plum Blossoms".

King Wu was drunk for more than ten miles, and his clothes were flourishing today. The rain does not disperse with the mountain birds, and the wind is suspicious of the words of passers-by. Sorrowful pink and beautiful singing banquet, quiet love cold fragrance wine bottle. If you want to send your thoughts, there is no good letter, and you are melancholy and dusk.

Moonlit Nights — Don Du Fu.

Tonight, the moon in Yanzhou, the boudoir only looks alone.

Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an.

The fragrant mist is wet, and the clear jade arm is cold.

When to lean on the false pretense, the tears of the double shine are dry.

Moonlit Night" Knowing Sleepiness - Tang Liu Fangping.

The darker moonlight is half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the Nandou is oblique.

Tonight, I know that the spring is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green curtain.

Moonlit Nights — Song Lu You.

The moon is full of bed when you wake up at the first time, and the jade pot is not cold.

The wind suddenly sent lotus incense, and a leaf floated to remember his hometown.

Moonlit Nights — Don Wei Yingwu.

The bright moon flows in the spring city, and the dew accumulates fragrant grass.

Sitting and thinking that the window is empty, and the scenery is good.

Qingjing is like a god, and many people are injured and grow old.

Moonlit Nights — Song Wen Tianxiang.

When the moon arrives in the middle of the sky, the clouds are opened, and the broken bridge conjures up the jade tower.

In the middle of the night, a crane swept the boat, suspected to be Poxian Chibi.

Moonlit Nights — Old Man Don Huashan.

The sound of the stream is endless, and the stream is full of wild flowers.

Since I go, I don't know, and I often return to the empty mountains and moons.

Moonlit Nights — Don Luyin.

The dew is cool and raw, and no one is full of moon.

It smells bad against the river waves, looking at the white elm star in vain.

The trees surround the solitary magpie, and the windows fly and the fireflies are dark.

Shift the time to stay in the orchid shadow, and think about learning together.

Two songs of "Moonlit Night".

Song Wang Anshi.

One of them is that the mountain spring falls into the clear side, and the moon is on the quiet road.

It's a pity that this is a good place, and there is no one to see it.

The mouth of the daikou is in the dark, and it is necessary to go to the west.

Call the servant to hug the grass and reinstate the southeast note.

Second, the moon is swaying to see the flowing water, and the water is swaying the moon.

The grass and trees have bloomed, and the mountains and rivers have been cleared.

At the threshold of the robe, the green net number of hairs.

Who can save Niang'e, and bow down to Lingbo socks and silver.

Moonlit Nights — Song Chen and Yi.

The independent night is shining, and the sound of the reeds is far away.

The wind under the moon is rippling, and the reckless white dragon scales.

The shade is condensed by grass and trees, and the summer is full of stars.

The dust of the world has not disappeared, and the rivers and lakes are talking.

A few nights in life, chaotic generations are here.

Hu is a lot of fun, but the situation is easy to show.

The three bigger fish danced, quietly feasting and shocking.

Forever cherish the whale riders, and make the smoke new.

Quatrain: Du Fu.

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky. The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

Quatrain: Yang Wanli.

The green brocade loom on the horizon, the whole green Luo is a lichen. This is a farmer's real wealth, and the snowflakes have exhausted the wheat field fertilizer.

Quatrain: Zhinan.

The ancient wood is tied with a short canopy in the shade, and the cane helps me across the east of the bridge. The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind.

And: "Moonlit Night".

Don Du Fu. Tonight, the moon in Yanzhou, the boudoir only looks alone. Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an.

The fragrant mist is wet, and the clear jade arm is cold. When to lean on the false pretense, the tears of the double shine are dry.

Moonlit Night" — Don Liu Fangping.

The darker moonlight is half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the Nandou is oblique.

Tonight, I know that the spring is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green curtain.

Moonlit Nights — Song Lu You.

The moon is full of bed when you wake up at the first time, and the jade pot is not cold.

The wind suddenly sent lotus incense, and a leaf floated to remember his hometown.

Moonlit Nights — Don Wei Yingwu.

The bright moon flows in the spring city, and the dew accumulates fragrant grass.

Sitting and thinking that the window is empty, and the scenery is good.

Qingjing is like a god, and many people are injured and grow old.

Moonlit Nights — Song Wen Tianxiang.

When the moon arrives in the middle of the sky, the clouds are opened, and the broken bridge conjures up the jade tower.

In the middle of the night, a crane swept the boat, suspected to be Poxian Chibi.

Moonlit Nights — Old Man Don Huashan.

The sound of the stream is endless, and the stream is full of wild flowers.

Since I go, I don't know, and I often return to the empty mountains and moons.

Moonlit Nights — Don Luyin.

The dew is cool and raw, and no one is full of moon. It smells bad against the river waves, looking at the white elm star in vain.

The trees surround the solitary magpie, and the windows fly and the fireflies are dark. Shift the time to stay in the orchid shadow, and think about learning together.

Two songs of "Moonlit Night".

Song Wang Anshi.

One of them is that the mountain spring falls into the clear side, and the moon is on the quiet road. It's a pity that this is a good place, and there is no one to see it.

The mouth of the daikou is in the dark, and it is necessary to go to the west. Call the servant to hug the grass and reinstate the southeast note.

Second, the moon is swaying to see the flowing water, and the water is swaying the moon. The grass and trees have bloomed, and the mountains and rivers have been cleared.

At the threshold of the robe, the green net number of hairs. Who can save her and bow down to Lingbo socks.

Moonlit Nights — Song Chen and Yi.

The independent night is shining, and the sound of the reeds is far away. The wind under the moon is rippling, and the reckless white dragon scales.

The shade is condensed by grass and trees, and the summer is full of stars. The dust of the world has not disappeared, and the rivers and lakes are talking.

A few nights in life, chaotic generations are here. Hu is a lot of fun, but the situation is easy to show.

The three bigger fish dances quietly and shockingly. Forever cherish the whale riders, and make the smoke new.

"Moonlit Night".

Don Du Fu. Tonight, the moon in Yanzhou, the boudoir only looks alone. Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an.

The fragrant mist is wet, and the clear jade arm is cold. When to lean on the false pretense, the tears of the double shine are dry.

Moonlit Night" — Don Liu Fangping.

The darker moonlight is half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the Nandou is oblique.

Tonight, I know that the spring is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green curtain.

Moonlit Nights — Song Lu You.

The moon is full of bed when you wake up at the first time, and the jade pot is not cold.

The wind suddenly sent lotus incense, and a leaf floated to remember his hometown.

"Qingming".

Don Dumu. During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Qingming - Song Wang Yu.

There are no flowers and no wine to pass the Qingming, and the interest is like a wild monk.

Yesterday, the neighbor begged for a new fire, and the dawn window was divided with the reading lamp.

Qingming - Song Huang Tingjian.

The festival is clear and the peach and plum smile, and Noda Arazuka is only worried.

The thunder is shocking, the dragon and the snake are stinging, and the rain is soft in the suburbs.

People begged to sacrifice the concubines and concubines, and Shigan burned them to death.

The virtuous and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil.

Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand" four poems.

Huanxi Sha Yan Shu.

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.

Huanxi Shayou Qishui Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west 1.

The orchid buds under the mountain are short dipping streams, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free2. Xiao Xiao twilight rain sub rule cry 3.

Who knows that there is nothing less in life? The flowing water in front of the door is still able to go west 4! Hugh will have white hair and sing Yellow Chicken 5.

Huanxi Sha who reads the west wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and stands in the sun.

was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only ordinary at that time.

Huanxi Sha Yan Shu.

The small pavilion heavy curtain has swallows, and the evening flowers are red and the garden is sha. The dry shadow of the curved column enters the cool waves.

A good wind and green curtain in a flash, a few times to thin the raindrops round lotus. When the wine is sober, people scatter a lot of sorrows.

Luchai Wang Wei.

There is no one in the empty mountain, but there is a sound of people's voices.

Return to the deep forest, and revisit the moss.

Acacia Wang Wei.

Red beans are born in the south, how many branches are sent in spring?

May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely.

Climb the Stork's Tower. Wang Zhilian is in the mountains during the day, and the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to be poor, go to the next level.

Eight Arrays Du Fu covers three parts of the country, and the name is eight arrays.

The river does not turn, and the hatred is lost.

"Fortune Operator. Yongmei" ***.

The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches.

Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring. When the mountains are full of flowers, she laughs in the bushes.

"Fortune Operator. Yongmei "Land Tour.

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only by the fragrance as before.

"Fortune Operator. Yongmei" Anonymous.

The snow falls and washes clearly, and the rhyme is difficult to keep. It's already spring, and everything is gone, and the soul is gone.

I have no intention of falling in love with the red dust, and I will spit out the fragrance. Just wait for the flowers to bloom and smile, and return to dust with the snow.