What is the most beautiful ancient poem? Can you share it?

The peach blossoms on the human face are red. It was as if I saw a girl smiling in the peach blossom forest.

The sunset and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.

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

The moon is the hometown of Ming:

A round of bright moon in the sky, a deep affection, who understands?

The moon is quietly setting, and the longing is gradually thickening.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

At that time, it was just ordinary...I always feel that Rong Ruo is not an ordinary man, and this poem is not ordinary sad and desolate.

The ice of the ditch is blue. Feiyan murmured. The heavy curtain is still cold, who will send it, and the silver words are silent. Report Mr. return also, apricot blossom spring rain Jiangnan. The sheer cascading of three nouns is rather moving.

The most beautiful poem I have ever read is "It is the good scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and the season of falling flowers is the king" In today's society, it is too luxurious and beautiful to be able to meet people again.

Shizhen is not drunk, and the feeling is deliberately long. Tomorrow across the mountains, the world is vast. This poem is suitable for recitation at class reunions, and you can cry every time.

The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise. I like this poem by Cangyang Gyatso the most, and he paints a picture of me crazy about love.

The long ditch flows silently. In the sparse shadow of the apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn. Every time I read it, I feel like I'm in a different world. In the very quiet night, the moonlight flows with the water, but a little flute can be heard ethereal from among the flowers.

Tourism Hu Bingyan.

Listen to others talk about a lot of good scenery outside.

How intense the mood is.

Moving and yearning. So from the place where he was tired of living.

Run to a place where people are tired of living.

Go with joy.

Come back exhausted and empty-packed.

Spend your hard-earned money.

Bring the people there to help.

Tourism is a tourist's dream.

I want to see the places I want to see.

It's always a little disappointing to see the sights.

It's not much different from my hometown.

Tours come and go in so much hurry.

Shopping is so generous.

Full of joy and willfulness, almost madness.

In the end, you will be disappointed, regret and crazy.

There are many, such as:

When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Swing inside the wall, outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. The laughter gradually faded into silence, but the amorous was ruthlessly annoyed.

A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life. The spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up.

Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.

The rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.

You're in front of you.

You're not there.

But that didn't stop me from sitting in the twilight.

I think you want you to be in front of my eyes, dangling.

Like a windmill.

Keep making small winds.

One will to the east, and the other will to the west.

When you back again, you can't see you.

But that doesn't stop me from thinking about you.

I think you are also in the twilight, from a bright day to a wonderful twilight, every moment is suitable for you.

I thought about it gently, but I couldn't put it down.

Completely different from a slippery fish.

I gently intercepted him, but in an instant he broke free again.

The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains...

The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

Farewell bai

Who shed tears of nostalgia in the rain in Weicheng.

Who is struggling to ask about the return date dao on the ancient zhi road of Changting

Who planted a thousand feet of affection in the water capacity of the inner peach blossom pool.

Who looks at the lonely sail from the platform of the Yangtze River.

O amorous man since ancient times.

are sad at the time of parting.

The willows on the post road are all folded.

How can you relieve the sorrow in your heart?

Red crisp hands, and pour a glass of yellow vine wine.

Outside the sun, it is difficult to find close friends.

After parting with you today.

May tomorrow be a thousand miles.

Companion Travel.

1.Just ask how much leisure there is, a Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculent, and the plum is yellow and rainy.

2.The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, how can you get a sad word?

3.The flowers fade and the red apricots are small, and when the swallows fly, the green water surrounds them.

4.A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to be poured, the boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is moving upstairs.

5.Last night, the 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.

6.The dull and light yellow body is soft, and the love is far away.

7.The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon.

8.The wind is fragrant, and the birds are glamorous.

9.The plantain does not show the clove knot, and they are worried about the spring breeze.

10.A remnant sun spreads in the water, half of the river is sorrowful and half of the river is red.

11.The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind.

12.The smoke cage is cold, the moon is long, and the sand is long, and the night is close to the restaurant in Qinhuai.

13.The atrium is white arboreal crows, and the cold dew is silent wet osmanthus.

14.The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

15.Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

16.The sunset and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.

17.The spring is silent and the water is soft.

Butterfly love flowers

Liu Yongling leaned on the wind of the dangerous building, looking at the extremely spring sorrow, the gloomy sky, in the grass-colored smoke and afterglow, who would be speechless? It seems that he is drunk with a crazy picture, and he sings about wine, and the strong music is still tasteless, and he will not regret it when his clothes are gradually widened, and he will be haggard for Yi!

Ask what the world is like, and teach people to live and die.

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Knowing each other and knowing each other knows when they will meet, and it is embarrassing at this time.

Returning Jun Mingzhu's tears, he hated to meet when he was not married.

It's better not to see each other than to see each other, and how ruthless it seems to be ruthless.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of clarity in the heart.