Who has 20 poems, a poem has 20 lines

20 ancient poems describing spring.

Chunxiao (Meng Haoran).

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Yongliu (He Zhizhang).

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Spring night rain (Du Fu).

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei).

People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

Qingming (Du Mu).

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.

Dalin Temple peach blossom (Bai Juyi).

The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

There is nowhere to find the spring of long-hate, and I don't know how to turn into this.

Late Spring (Han Yu).

The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will be fragrant.

Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the solution is to make snow fly all over the sky.

In early spring, Zhang 18 members of the water department (Han Yu).

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital.

Chunxing (Wu Yuanheng).

The willows are cloudy and drizzle, and the remnants of the flowers fall to see the warblers.

The spring breeze blew the dream of the countryside overnight, and chased the spring breeze to Los Angeles.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Title: Capital City Nanzhuang (Cui Hu).

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Quatrain (Du Fu).

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

Looking for flowers alone on the riverside (Du Fu).

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches.

The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.

The Book Window is the Pavilion Zhu Shuzhen The flowers fall in spring and are speechless, and the birds cry in spring.

Amorous is a bee butterfly, flying over the west of the pink wall.

Singing geese. Luo Bing Wang].

Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky.

The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves. Wind. Li Qiao].

Untie the three autumn leaves, and can bloom February flowers.

Thousands of feet of waves across the river, into the bamboo ten thousand poles slanted.

Climb the Stork's Tower. Wang Zhilian].

At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.

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

Spring dawn. Meng Haoran

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Deer Chai. 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.

Silent Night Thoughts. Li Bai

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Quatrains. Du Fu].

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

Jiang Xue. Liu Zongyuan]

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Hermit seekers are not met.

Jia Island] Matsushita asked the boy, and the teacher went to collect medicine.

Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where.

Plug down the song. Lu Lun].

The forest is dark and the grass is frightened, and the general draws the bow at night.

Ping Ming looked for the white feather, but he was not in the stone ridge.

Ikegami. Baijuyi].

The little baby propped up the dinghy and secretly picked the white lotus.

I don't understand the hidden traces, and the duckweed opens together.

Mercy Nong. Li Shen]

In the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

Mercy Nong. Li Shen]

Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death.

Pleasure Garden. Li Shangyin].

Xiang was unwell at night and drove to the ancient plains.

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.

Fishermen on the river. Fan Zhongyan].

People come and go on the river, but love the beauty of sea bass.

Jun looks at a leaf boat, haunted by the turmoil.

Summer quatrain. Li Qingzhao].

Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost.

So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

seen. Yuan Mei].

The shepherd boy rode the ox, and the song vibrated the forest.

Intending to catch the cicada, he suddenly closed his mouth.

Wangtianmen Mountain. Li Bai

The gate of heaven interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the blue water flowed eastward to this point.

The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite each other, and the lonely sail comes by the sun.

Mountain Walk. Du Mu].

Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, deep in the white clouds there are people.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Jiangnan Spring. Du Mu].

Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind.

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.

Classic love poem - Hugo.

Is a person born twice? 」

Yes. The first time is on the day man begins his life;

The second time is on the day of love.

If you are a stone, you should be a magnet;

If you're a plant, you should make mimosa;

If you're human, you should be the one you want.

Beauty blooms on your face, and love blooms in your heart.

Love draws its nourishment from looking back on the past and looking forward to the future.

Loving others and not being loved is the greatest misfortune.

Of all things that are born in nature, it is the human heart that emits the greatest light, and unfortunately, it is also the human heart that creates the deepest darkness.

Women are very perfect demons.

As long as there is hatred, one woman is worth ten men.

A pure embrace is worth a thousand words.

To reduce the universe to one person, to expand the only person to God, this is love!

What type?

Believe in the Future" I don't know if you like it.

Marry happiness. Have a goal for the future.

It always makes us happy.

Like a gray moth flying towards the firelight.

Willing to be a captive of the flames.

It's your non-stop pace that swings.

Flying is your beautiful tassel.

In the days of deep love.

Who can tell.

What is sweet. What is bitterness.

Just know. If you are sure, you will not hesitate.

If you want to lose, you will lose to the pursuit.

If you want to marry, marry happiness.

There are 300 Tang poems, enough for you to choose.

Twenty poems of any kind, whatever, that's too much.

The arc of the rain falling.

Like a meteor meandering.

Hand cross. Wishing rain splashed on the ground.

Such as the white lotus blooming and bright thoughts.

Rainy day with moonlight.

I'm in front of the window. Enjoy the romantic mutation on this stage.

Scenes.

Bursts of inspiration – like a fountain.

Fantasy of a night yard with a rainbow bridge.

Linger during the day with meteor showers.

Naive imagination.

It's like magic.

The handover of light and shadow. Between light and dark.

There is a sacred solemnity.

in precipitation.

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

Youth. All endings have been written.

All the tears have also been set off.

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning.

On that old summer day that never returns.

No matter how hard I try to pursue it.

The young you are only like a cloud shadow.

And your smiling face is very shallow, very light.

Gradually disappearing into the group of Lan after sunset.

Then he turned the yellowed title page.

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

Youth. All endings have been written.

All the tears have also been set off.

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning.

On that old summer day that never returns.

No matter how hard I try to pursue it.

The young you are only like a cloud shadow.

And your smiling face is very shallow, very light.

Gradually disappearing into the group of Lan after sunset.

Then he turned the yellowed title page.

Fate bound it extremely poorly.

With tears in her eyes. I read it again and again.

But I have to admit it.

Youth is a book that is too hasty.

Murong Xi. Sitting on the painting screen sadly on a spring night, it is better to look into the green underworld - Gong Zizhen. Zhang Ruoxu.

Spring River Flower Moon Night" is relatively long, but it is well written

For example; Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.

And so many

You use it first to put it away.