Ancient poems 1 poems about Bai Daquan. Poems with Bai.

White poem:

1. Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are rich in mandarin fish. Zhang's "Fisherman's Song, Egrets Fly in Front of the Cisse Mountain"

2, Bai Di Cai Yun resigned, a thousand miles in Jiangling. Li Bai's "Early Making Baidicheng"

3, white horse decorated with gold, even galloping in the northwest. Cao Zhi's White Horse Sketch

4. White poetry is invincible and imaginative. Du Fu's Spring Memories of Li Bai

5. Baiyun Spring is on Tianping Mountain, and there is no water in the clouds. Bai Juyi's Bai Yunchun

6. Just like today's song banquet, Pulsatilla entered the juvenile court. Bai Juyi's Chongyang Banquet with White Chrysanthemum

7. If you want to pay for Bai Di, you must be clean, and you will faint if you don't talk. Cao Xueqin's "Xue Baochai's Bai Haitang Fu"

8. Who broke his arm? This year is too high. Gao Shi's "Sending Soldiers to Longyou" Bai Shaofu

9. In August, the wind is high and the clouds are light, and Hu Ying and Bai Jinmao. Li Bai's Two White Eagles

10, heavy sunset in the courtyard, full of green, full of flowers. Xia Yan's "Huanxisha Courtyard Heavy, Sunlight Oblique"

2. Poems with white lines

1, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river (Pipa of Tang Bai Juyi) 2, Modeng's youthful head (Jiang Hong, a man with a fee) 3, the birds returning home on the white sands of clear lake (Tang Du Fu's ascent) 4, Dare (Wei Cao's short song) 5, but let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer. Tribulus terrestris lifts intoxicating eyes (stone "Huanxisha") 8. Huang Tong and Bai Zuoju (stone "Huanxisha") 9. Tribulus terrestris is intoxicating (stone "Huanxisha") 10. Who are Pan Lang and Bai Bi? Light red and faded white rouge (stone "Butterfly Lovers") 13, with their current headscarves, their hair is white, and they are still at the border (Tang Du Fu's "Military Vehicle Shop") 14, Baiwo (Tian Wen by Qu Yuan in pre-Qin Dynasty) 15, separated. Bai Shoutai (the knight rider of Tang Li Bai) 18, Hao of An Neng (the fisherman of Qu Yuan in the pre-Qin Dynasty) 19, Su Yi (the nine songs of Mrs. Xiang of Qu Yuan in the pre-Qin Dynasty) 20, coming and going unintentionally (the gathering of yellow pine and cypress (Huanxisha by Tang Du Fu) 24. Hang a white stick and raise your eyes (Tang Du Fu's Huanxisha) 25. Looking up at the white clouds (Wen Song and Tian Xiang's Song Zhengqi) 26. Bai Niao was speechless (Song Xin Qi Ji. From □ A dog is called Qianbai (Song Xin Qi Ji's "Partridge Sky") 30, the spring breeze is not stained with white mustache (Song Xin Qi Ji's "Partridge Sky") 3 1, shame and jade-like flower compete for white (Song lost its name). Bai Niao can't fly (Song Xin Qiqi's "Water Tune") 37. Bai Niao to swim (Song Xin qi ji "water tune") 38. The spirit came to my day; Qingyun Baiyi Nishang ("Nine Songs Dong Jun" by Qu Yuan in the Pre-Qin Dynasty) 39. Zibeique Zhuxi Palace; Why is the soul in the water? Ride a white fish (Qu Yuan's Nine Songs of Hebo in Pre-Qin Dynasty) 40. Half dissolved in white (Modern Wang Guowei's butterfly lovers)/Baidu/Shiju/White.

3. Ancient poems in white characters

Pregnant with my brother on a moonlit night

-Du Fu

The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.

He knows that the dew tonight will be frost and the night is my hometown.

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Send a friend away

-Li Bai

Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.

Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.

With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.

The sky is grey and windy, and the river flows like a snow-capped mountain. I like singing for the majestic Lushan Mountain, which thrives because of its scenery. -Li Bai's Song of Lu Shan's Suggestion and Lu Xuzhou.

Meet sb. leave

-Wang Wei

Please have a drink with your horse and ask your friend where you are going.

You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life.

Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.

An old battle song

Richie

During the day, the beacon tower climbing the mountain observes and gives an alarm, and at night, the horse leads the horse to the riverside.

The dark wind blew bursts of sounds, like the pipa of a princess in the Han Dynasty, full of hidden grievances.

Camp in Wan Li without battlements until the thick sky joins the vast desert in the snow.

The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears.

It is said that Yumenguan has blocked the road, so the soldiers can only follow the general around.

The bones of death are buried in the wilderness every year, and only grapes from the western regions are sent to the Han people.

Qiupu song

-Li Bai

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.

I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.

Yellow Crane Tower

Cui Hao

The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.

The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.

But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

Li Bai in spring

-Du Fu

Li Bai's poems are unparalleled, and his superb creativity is far beyond ordinary people.

Li Bai's poems are the fresh wind of Yu Xin's poems and the backbone of Jun Zai's works.

Now, I am alone on the spring tree in Weibei, and you are on each side of the sun, sunset and sky in the southeast, and you can only miss.

When is the toast, weight and details?

4. Complete Poems of Bai Juyi

1, bid farewell to Fude Guyuan grass, and the boundless grass overflows the plain and comes and goes with each season.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.

I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. 2. "A suggestion for my friend Liu" There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a pinch of red in the static stove.

With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? 3, "Harem Ci" tears wet silk scarf dream, the harem sings the first half of the night. Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.

4, "Mujiang Yin" is the setting sun in the water, half river rustling, half river red. The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow.

5, "Qiantang Lake Spring Tour" Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud? Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana. 6, "Pipa" The first night of the river in Fujian, maple leaves rush, autumn wind rustling.

I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach. By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

... when she slowly put the pick back into the string, she stood up, adjusted her clothes, and was serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning and the autumn night in the moonlight.

Of course, there are folk songs and village bagpipes, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears! Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet! 7, "Song of Eternal Sorrow" An emperor in China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been on the throne for many years, looking for it, but never found it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

When she gets dressed in her golden room, it will be almost evening. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will hang around and drink slowly. Her sisters and brothers were all given titles because she lit up and glorified her family so much.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shocked the whole earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feathers.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. More than a hundred miles west of Doumen, the imperial flag opened the way, moving and stopping.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.

The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? ! Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.

The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept. The players in her pear garden became white-haired, and eunuchs were thin in her pepper yard. .

Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.

And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *? The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.

People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.

So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.

She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.

However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever! 8. "Selling Charcoal Weng" sells Charcoal Weng, and the salary is reduced to burn charcoal in Nanshan.

5. Poems about Snow White

Poems about Snow White:

1, smoke makes snow-capped mountains and drums move rivers. -Du Fu's "Year after year"

2, the building boat snows in Guazhou at night, and the iron horse is in the autumn wind. -Lu You's "Five Disgruntled Books, Part One"

3, sigh away, the night snow accumulates first. -Jiang Kui's Dim Fragrance and Thin Shadow

I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. -Li Bai's "It's hard to go to me"

It snowed in the first month in Shuofang, and Khan rode to Jingxi. -Shen Yue's "Zhao Jun Ci"

6, heavy snow and north wind remind that every family is poor and every household is white. -"Xue Zhu"

7. In the snow every year, plum blossoms are often drunk. Qingpingle Niannian Li Xue Qing Zhao (Song)

8. The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow is floating in Wan Li. Mao Zedong's Qin Yuan Chun Xue (Modern)

6. Ancient poetry is full of white hair

Gray/white hair

Poet: Bai Juyi Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

When the white hair knows the season, the darkness is with me.

Today, in the sun, comb off a few stems.

My family doesn't like it, so I sympathize with you

I don't know what's wrong with my cloud.

Ordinary people are 30 years old, strong outside and weak inside.

But thinking about sleeping and eating is reduced by 20 hours.

Besides, I'm forty years old and I'm in poor shape.

The bookworm lost his eyes and the wine made him sick.

Dear, the days are falling, those who are still leaving.

For a long time, nothing will happen. It's too late.

From the world to the old age, three diseases appeared one after another.

There is no cure in this world except the idea of lifelessness.

7. Poems with white flowers dancing.

The poem of white flowers flying: the word "white" is located in the first word of the ancient poem sentence 1 The Millennium is frost.

-The Book of Songs 2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. -Wang Zhihuan is at No.3 Heron Villa. On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.

-Du Fu's "I heard that officers accept Henan and Hebei". 4. I hope to unite as one and never give up. -Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song" 5. The gray head will be sad for a fallen flower, and the blue cloud will envy a cheerful bird.

-A message from Cen Can, examining Du Fu in his office in the left courtyard 6. The ladies-in-waiting are already white-haired, arguing about the grand occasion of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. -Yuan Zhen's Palace 7. When I looked back, the clouds were behind me, and when I walked in, the fog disappeared.

-Wang Wei's Zhong Nanshan 8. Snow is too late for spring, it is a flying flower on the garden tree. -Han Yu's Chun Xue 9. White clouds are around and the breeze is overwhelming.

-Zhang's Moonlit Night on a Spring River 10. I don't know how to study hard early, but I regret learning late. -Yan Zhenqing's Poem of Persuasion 1 1. Yellow cranes no longer come, and white clouds no longer fly.

—— Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao 12. On the river between the green maples, the autumn sails are getting dark, and there are only a few old trees beside the white God wall. -Gao Shi's "Demotion to Deputy Commanders Li and Wang and Transfer to Middle Summer and Changsha" 13. I advise you not to get drunk before you spend it. This year is weak, and next year's head will be white.

-Zhao Bingwen's Qing Xing Er, Wind and Rain Are Flowers 14. Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats. -Su Shi's Drunk Book of Wanghu Building1June 27th, 5. Don't be idle, white and sad! -Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong writes Huai" 16. White clouds are thousands of miles away in Wan Li, before the bright moon flows.

-Liu Changqing's Death of the Immortal, Early Sunset in Qingchuan 17. Bai Niao stood by the water and saw people start to walk into the reeds. -Dai Fugu's Night Watch in Jiangcun 18. White-headed snow and spring, deliberately told Chunchun not to talk.

-The word "white" in Serina Liu's "Jade Louchun Dongshan Tan Mei" is located in the third word of the ancient poem sentence 19. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. -Du Fu's quatrains 20. White stone in the west of Beijing, with thin red leaves.

-Wang Wei's In the Mountains 2 1. The willow is golden and tender, and the pear blossoms are snowy. -Li Bai's Eight Poems of the Palace, 22. I didn't know the moon when I was a child. I called it Bai Panyu.

-Li Bai's "Gulangyue" 23. It's spring in Rizhao, Bai An, Chang 'an. The poplars are curled up and the weather is beautiful. -Li Bai's Song of Spring 24. Raindrops illuminate the yellow leaves, and lights illuminate my white hair.

-SiKongShu "when Lu Lun cousin to spend the night" 25. Who says life is the least? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age! -Su Shi's Tour of Huanxi Sand in Qingquan Temple 26. Turning over the blank bird, I see it from time to time, and it shines bright pink.

-Su Shi's Partridge Sky, Forest Intermittent Mountain, Bamboo Hidden Wall 27. Looking back at the red sun, the white clouds are low. -The word "white" in Kou Zhun's Ode to Huashan is located in the fourth word of an ancient poem. 28. Even the vegetation knows sorrow, and the young flowers are bald.

-Cao Xueqin's "Tang Duoling Catkin" 29. In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white beach. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain" 30. Old leaves are as yellow as tender trees, and cold cherry branches are white flowers.

-Bai Juyi's Early Winter 3 1. Clouds cover the sun, and wanderers ignore it. -"Go and Go" in the Han Dynasty 32. The silver saddle shines on the white horse like a meteor.

-The word "white" in Li Bai's Chivalry is located in the fifth word of an ancient poem. -Liu Che's Autumn Poems 34. The birds on the river wall are too white, and the mountains are blue and white.

-Du Fu's Two Poems 35. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . -Du Fu's "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night" 36. On the Tianping Mountain in Baiyun Spring, the clouds are idle and there is no water.

-Bai Juyi's "Baiyun Spring" 37. Xisai Mountain before the white egrets fly freely, the river, plump mandarin fish swimming happily, floating in the water in the peach is so bright and full. -Zhang's "Fish Gezi Egret flies in front of Mount Cisse" is an ancient poem with the word "white" in the sixth word. 38. What a lovely lock in the bright mirror in the high room, although the silky black turns into snow in the morning and at night.

-Li Bai "into the wine" 39. There are two or three quiet families in the river, with red flowers reflecting white flowers. -Du Fu's Seven Flowers Alone on the Riverside is an ancient poem with the word "white" in the seventh word. 40. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three-thirds white, but the snow has lost a piece of plum fragrance.

-Lu Meipo's Xue Mei No.1 4 1. The moon is full of pears, and Wan Li is separated by mountains. -Wen's "Bodhisattva Man Everyone Bai Hua".

8. Ancient poems about baldness

1. "White-headed Songs" Han He's two pieces of Han Yuefu, the snow is like a mountain, and the moon is as bright as a cloud.

I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you. Today is like the last party, and tomorrow we will break up.

I moved my feet slowly along the edge of the road, and my past life flowed like water in a ditch, never returning. When I decided to take the king away from home, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl.

I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever. The love of men and women is as light and soft as a fishing rod, and the fish is as lovely as a living wave. Men should attach importance to friendship, and there is no money to compensate for the loss of sincere love. 2. In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Bao Zhao was as straight as bamboo rope and as clear as jade pot ice.

What a pity! I think I hate sitting still. Human feelings are cheap and old, and the world's righteousness is declining.

There is no flaw, Akiyama is invincible. Eat seedlings, eat flies.

When you are far from being beautiful, you can see the difference before you get paid. Shen Yu praised the girl and went to Zhao Jisheng.

The king of Zhou was confused, and the name of Emperor Wu was Yi Jie. It's hard to rely on inner reward, but it's easy to rely on appearance.

Since ancient times, * * * has been like this, and you are not alone. 3. "Hope of Spring" Don Du Fu's village was broken by mountains and rivers, and the vegetation was green at the turn of spring and summer.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. 4. "Dragon Boat Festival" The Spring Festival in Fan Yao, Tang Yin is more affectionate, but who knows that he is old; It's useless, but just pray for wine and wine.

The temples add white heads every day, and pomegranates bloom every year; Thousands of years of sages and fools are instantaneous, and several people are lost in several names. 5. "Climb Yueyang Tower and see Junshan in the rain" Huang Song listened to Jiandongting East Jiangxi, and the curtain was still late.

Deng Wu and Shu divided the land horizontally and migrated the lakes and mountains to dusk. Wan Li road is still long, but it is more difficult than three years.

In the ancient wind and frost, the old wood is infinitely sad. Pinghu is sunny and windy, there is no wind ウ カ, and the sails are falling at night.

The guest on the roof is in autumn, and the sunset is alive in Junshan. Looking north can be compared to returning to Bai Shou, and chatting south can see Feng Dan.

Hanlin is looking for less, and the poem has not been finished in Baling. 6. "Palace" In the faded old palace of Tang Yuanzhen, the peony was red, but no one came to see it.

Several white-haired footmen were sitting around talking about the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. 7. In the evening, Song Xin Qi Ji was sad in the western Western jackdaw.

Only the willows in the pond give off green buds. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.

Out of the intestines, tears flow hard to close. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the little red chamber.

I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time. 8. "A political prisoner listens to cicadas" Tang Luobin sings the west and the south crown is deep.

I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner. His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.

Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ? 9. "Simu" Song, tears wet clothes, bald head does not rely on Chai Fei. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

10. "Tang Duoling catkin" Cao Qingxue piano powder falls in Baihuazhou, fragrant and fragrant. Team after team, team after team into a ball.

Wandering like a thin life, empty and romantic. Every grass and tree knows sorrow, and youth is bald.

Sigh this life, give up and get it! Regardless, I will marry Dong myself, and I have to endure it for a long time! Reference Ancient Poetry Network: http://so.gushiwen.org/search.aspx? Value =%E7%99%BD%E5%A4%B4.