2. Poetry of Spring Tide
Poetry about spring tides 1. Poems describing spring tides.
The spring tide in Lian Haiping was born together with the bright moon on the sea. It travels thousands of miles with the waves, and there is no bright moon on the riverside. In late spring, Tang Hanyu knew that spring would come back soon, and all kinds of flowers were competing for Fang Fei.
Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky. 2, sitting alone in the spring to send Zheng Mingfu Tang Li Bai oat green wandering sorrow, weak willow branches.
In the spring breeze zone, as long as the wind blows away, it will float all day without time. I have been away from Henan for a long time, so I might as well sit by this window.
Lover's Road didn't come. Who was drunk in Xinfeng? 3. Li Baixing, a spring outing in Luofutantang, entered Gukou, and there was no one on the road.
Climb the cliff and let the water return to the stream. Clouds rose from the stone, and tourists were fascinated by flowers.
I haven't enjoyed myself for a long time, and the sun sets in the west. 4. Going back to the mountains in spring to send Meng Haoran, Tang Libai and Zhu to the dusty land for a feast of delicacies.
The golden rope clears the way, and the treasure raft confuses Sichuan. Mountains and rivers and trees fly, and rock flowers cover valley springs.
The tower marks the sea and the moon, and the building is full of smoke. The fragrance lasted for three days and the bell rang.
The lotus autumn beads are full and scattered. Birds gather together to doubt, and dragons participate in Zen.
Shame doesn't rhyme, where is the Boya string?
2. Ancient poems about spring tides
1, late spring
Tang hanyu
Flowers and trees know that spring is about to pass, and they want to keep the pace of spring and pay more attention. Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.
2. Sit alone in spring to see Zheng Mingfu off.
Tang Libai
Oats are green and sad, and the river bank is weak. Once the narrow strip of spring breeze is blown away,
There is no time to fly around all day. I have been away from Henan for a long time, so I might as well sit by this window.
Lover's Road didn't come. Who was drunk in Xinfeng?
3. Visit Luofu Lake in spring.
Tang Libai
Sing into taniguchi, the road is empty. Climb the cliff and let the water return to the stream.
Clouds rose from the stone, and tourists were fascinated by flowers. I haven't enjoyed myself for a long time, and the sun sets in the west.
4. Go back to the mountain in spring to send Meng Haoran.
Tang Libai
The red clothes leave dust, and the green hills worship the Vatican. The golden rope clears the way, and the treasure raft confuses Sichuan.
Mountains and rivers and trees fly, and rock flowers cover valley springs. The tower marks the sea and the moon, and the building is full of smoke.
The fragrance lasted for three days and the bell rang. The lotus autumn beads are full and scattered.
Birds gather together to doubt, and dragons participate in Zen. Shame doesn't rhyme, where is the Boya string?
5. Spring outing
Tang Libai
The high-rise building in the deep palace is purple and clear, and the gold embroidered dragon brand. Beauty is the window of sunshine,
String players play the Zheng in sign language. The spring breeze blew down the king's ears. This song is a journey to heaven.
As Tianchi Lake was flooded, the ship was hit by waves. Three thousand pairs of moths are singing and laughing,
The gongs and drums are tilted, and the surnames gather together, singing and dancing peacefully. I have nothing to do, and people are complacent.
Thirty-six emperors wanted to meet them, and the gods floated down the clouds. If the emperor doesn't go, he will stay in Haojing.
Anneng is Xuanyuan, walking into the darkness alone. I worship Nan Shanshou,
Your majesty's reputation will last forever.
3. Poems describing spring tides
The spring tide in Lian Haiping was born together with the bright moon on the sea.
1, late spring
Tang hanyu
Flowers and trees know that spring is about to pass, and they want to keep the pace of spring and pay more attention. Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.
2. Sit alone in spring to see Zheng Mingfu off.
Tang Libai
Oats are green and sad, and the river bank is weak. Once the narrow strip of spring breeze is blown away,
There is no time to fly around all day. I have been away from Henan for a long time, so I might as well sit by this window.
Lover's Road didn't come. Who was drunk in Xinfeng?
3. Visit Luofu Lake in spring.
Tang Libai
Sing into taniguchi, the road is empty. Climb the cliff and let the water return to the stream.
Clouds rose from the stone, and tourists were fascinated by flowers. I haven't enjoyed myself for a long time, and the sun sets in the west.
4. Go back to the mountain in spring to send Meng Haoran.
Tang Libai
The red clothes leave dust, and the green hills worship the Vatican. The golden rope clears the way, and the treasure raft confuses Sichuan.
Mountains and rivers and trees fly, and rock flowers cover valley springs. The tower marks the sea and the moon, and the building is full of smoke.
The fragrance lasted for three days and the bell rang. The lotus autumn beads are full and scattered.
Birds gather together to doubt, and dragons participate in Zen. Shame doesn't rhyme, where is the Boya string?
4. Poetry of Spring Tide
Spring outing at Wumen Hall: Cui Tu
The old country can't see it, so it is difficult to open it for a while. Spring tide reflects the willow, and drizzle enters the balcony.
Quiet and few people gather, sunny and wild geese come. Chang 'an is far away from the sun, scratching his head and wandering alone.
Niuzhu Night Park Tang: Cui Tu
Smoke old Shi Ping, night July is full of love. Countless songs have not been met, and the moon is empty through the ages.
Personnel are different from year to year, and spring tides are born every day. You're welcome. The scenery is very clear.
Plum blossoms in Jiangcheng lead to Song Dynasty: Chen
The grass rustled after the rain. Dark tide. Swing your shoulders. Purple Phoenix and Green Phoenix, and Xiao Wen's old dream. Graceful, the wind is uncertain, the clouds are falling, six baht is fragrant, and the sky is floating. Who does Acacia hate to sell to? There's no place to talk. Su Wan is still here. This is true, but who can describe it? The dancing mirror is empty and round, and the moon is bright and ashamed. The moon in the mirror, the heart is in the heart, and you are gone, the old east wind, the new bridge.
Dujiangchen
Grass grows on the Qingqing River, sails are warm, waves are warm, and the first berth is sand crossing the river. Cui Jian leaned back and asked about the family in the shadow. The east wind is not allowed, please flatter me and try to lure China lightly. Piaopei ring, jade wave and autumn jade, double bun and green crow. Empty. On the bank of Chilan Bridge, the piano heart is hidden, in the shadow of the swing. The night is getting closer, the west window is sad, and the smoke is on the moon. Love keeps chasing the spring tide, Nanpu hates it, and the wind is suffocating. There are peach blossoms in front of the heartbroken place.
Boating in the rain Xiaoshan County Post Southern Song Dynasty: Lu You
Finally, there is no way to relax, just a sweat roaming the world.
The night flute wearies the pillow with the wind, and the spring tide brings rain to send a lonely boat.
The rice in the shop is just ripe and the market is slippery.
Laughing at yourself for making the lowest things happen, Huang Chen is covered with snow.
Want to send Wang Xing to Xiling Zhou and Tang Dynasties: Li Shen
The Xiling sand bank returned quickly, and the bottom of the ship was sticky with sand. The post office clerk called to urge him to put down the cable.
Kulang stood idle and gave way to a neat path. You still see Wushan Temple, but you don't see the Twin Crane Bridge.
Blame the boatman, knowing that greed for wine has spring tides.
Early spring ambitions Tang:
The spring tide in the river is white, and the mountains are long and the water is clear. In a foreign land, flowers and willows are reflected in the pavilion.
Xixi Chuzhou Tang: Wei.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Xiaoji, Zhejiang Spring Southern Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
No one drinks among the guests, so who is the peach blossom and plum blossom in the old garden?
Spring tides are all over the world, but they are even more colorful and rainy.
Yao Tai Ju Ba Xian/New Guo Yan Zhuang Lou Ge: zhangyan
Spring tides bring rain. People don't cross the river, but the sand is far away. Since the horizontal deep and secluded, who saw the willow stop. I knew that eating fish was not fun, so I turned to the tent and took advantage of Bai Ou's move. Let the wind drift. You can't be honest when you wake up at night. It's best to float home in the house and play the flute in the shadow of Pupu. Sitting and reading Qian Fan, chasing waves in Wan Li. In 2008, I visited the five lakes, and the first time I visited Wusong Bridge. Xuanzhenzi, a total of smoke and water, is tall and big.
Poetry about spring tides 1. Ancient poems about spring tides
1, late spring
Tang hanyu
Flowers and trees know that spring is about to pass, and they want to keep the pace of spring and pay more attention. Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.
2. Sit alone in spring to see Zheng Mingfu off.
Tang Libai
Oats are green and sad, and the river bank is weak. Once the narrow strip of spring breeze is blown away,
There is no time to fly around all day. I have been away from Henan for a long time, so I might as well sit by this window.
Lover's Road didn't come. Who was drunk in Xinfeng?
3. Visit Luofu Lake in spring.
Tang Libai
Sing into taniguchi, the road is empty. Climb the cliff and let the water return to the stream.
Clouds rose from the stone, and tourists were fascinated by flowers. I haven't enjoyed myself for a long time, and the sun sets in the west.
4. Go back to the mountain in spring to send Meng Haoran.
Tang Libai
The red clothes leave dust, and the green hills worship the Vatican. The golden rope clears the way, and the treasure raft confuses Sichuan.
Mountains and rivers and trees fly, and rock flowers cover valley springs. The tower marks the sea and the moon, and the building is full of smoke.
The fragrance lasted for three days and the bell rang. The lotus autumn beads are full and scattered.
Birds gather together to doubt, and dragons participate in Zen. Shame doesn't rhyme, where is the Boya string?
5. Spring outing
Tang Libai
The high-rise building in the deep palace is purple and clear, and the gold embroidered dragon brand. Beauty is the window of sunshine,
String players play the Zheng in sign language. The spring breeze blew down the king's ears. This song is a journey to heaven.
As Tianchi Lake was flooded, the ship was hit by waves. Three thousand pairs of moths are singing and laughing,
The gongs and drums are tilted, and the surnames gather together, singing and dancing peacefully. I have nothing to do, and people are complacent.
Thirty-six emperors wanted to meet them, and the gods floated down the clouds. If the emperor doesn't go, he will stay in Haojing.
Anneng is Xuanyuan, walking into the darkness alone. I worship Nan Shanshou,
Your majesty's reputation will last forever.
2. Poems describing spring tides
The spring tide in Lian Haiping was born together with the bright moon on the sea.
1, late spring
Tang hanyu
Flowers and trees know that spring is about to pass, and they want to keep the pace of spring and pay more attention. Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.
2. Sit alone in spring to see Zheng Mingfu off.
Tang Libai
Oats are green and sad, and the river bank is weak. Once the narrow strip of spring breeze is blown away,
There is no time to fly around all day. I have been away from Henan for a long time, so I might as well sit by this window.
Lover's Road didn't come. Who was drunk in Xinfeng?
3. Visit Luofu Lake in spring.
Tang Libai
Sing into taniguchi, the road is empty. Climb the cliff and let the water return to the stream.
Clouds rose from the stone, and tourists were fascinated by flowers. I haven't enjoyed myself for a long time, and the sun sets in the west.
4. Go back to the mountain in spring to send Meng Haoran.
Tang Libai
The red clothes leave dust, and the green hills worship the Vatican. The golden rope clears the way, and the treasure raft confuses Sichuan.
Mountains and rivers and trees fly, and rock flowers cover valley springs. The tower marks the sea and the moon, and the building is full of smoke.
The fragrance lasted for three days and the bell rang. The lotus autumn beads are full and scattered.
Birds gather together to doubt, and dragons participate in Zen. Shame doesn't rhyme, where is the Boya string?
3. Poems describing spring tides
The spring tide in Lian Haiping was born together with the bright moon on the sea. It travels thousands of miles with the waves, and there is no bright moon on the riverside. In late spring, Tang Hanyu knew that spring would come back soon, and all kinds of flowers were competing for Fang Fei.
Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky. 2, sitting alone in the spring to send Zheng Mingfu Tang Li Bai oat green wandering sorrow, weak willow branches.
In the spring breeze zone, as long as the wind blows away, it will float all day without time. I have been away from Henan for a long time, so I might as well sit by this window.
Lover's Road didn't come. Who was drunk in Xinfeng? 3. Li Baixing, a spring outing in Luofutantang, entered Gukou, and there was no one on the road.
Climb the cliff and let the water return to the stream. Clouds rose from the stone, and tourists were fascinated by flowers.
I haven't enjoyed myself for a long time, and the sun sets in the west. 4. In the spring, I sent Meng Haoran, Tang Libai and Zhu to the dusty land, and there was a feast in the mountains.
The golden rope clears the way, and the treasure raft confuses Sichuan. Mountains and rivers and trees fly, and rock flowers cover valley springs.
The tower marks the sea and the moon, and the building is full of smoke. The fragrance lasted for three days and the bell rang.
The lotus autumn beads are full and scattered. Birds gather together to doubt, and dragons participate in Zen.
Shame doesn't rhyme, where is the Boya string?
4. Poetry of Spring Tide
Spring outing at Wumen Hall: Cui Tu
The old country can't see it, so it is difficult to open it for a while. Spring tide reflects the willow, and drizzle enters the balcony.
Quiet and few people gather, sunny and wild geese come. Chang 'an is far away from the sun, scratching his head and wandering alone.
Niuzhu Night Park Tang: Cui Tu
Smoke old Shi Ping, night July is full of love. Countless songs have not been met, and the moon is empty through the ages.
Personnel are different from year to year, and spring tides are born every day. You're welcome. The scenery is very clear.
Plum blossoms in Jiangcheng lead to Song Dynasty: Chen
The grass rustled after the rain. Dark tide. Swing your shoulders. Purple Phoenix and Green Phoenix, and Xiao Wen's old dream. Graceful, the wind is uncertain, the clouds are falling, six baht is fragrant, and the sky is floating. Who does Acacia hate to sell to? There's no place to talk. Su Wan is still here. This is true, but who can describe it? The dancing mirror is empty and round, and the moon is bright and ashamed. The moon in the mirror, the heart is in the heart, and you are gone, the old east wind, the new bridge.
Dujiangchen
Grass grows on the Qingqing River, sails are warm, waves are warm, and the first berth is sand crossing the river. Cui Jian leaned back and asked about the family in the shadow. The east wind is not allowed, please flatter me and try to lure China lightly. Piaopei ring, jade wave and autumn jade, double bun and green crow. Empty. On the bank of Chilan Bridge, the piano heart is hidden, in the shadow of the swing. The night is getting closer, the west window is sad, and the smoke is on the moon. Love keeps chasing the spring tide, Nanpu hates it, and the wind is suffocating. There are peach blossoms in front of the heartbroken place.
Boating in the rain Xiaoshan County Post Southern Song Dynasty: Lu You
Finally, there is no way to relax, just a sweat roaming the world.
The night flute wearies the pillow with the wind, and the spring tide brings rain to send a lonely boat.
The rice in the shop is just ripe and the market is slippery.
Laughing at yourself for making the lowest things happen, Huang Chen is covered with snow.
Want to send Wang Xing to Xiling Zhou and Tang Dynasties: Li Shen
The Xiling sand bank returned quickly, and the bottom of the ship was sticky with sand. The post office clerk called to urge him to put down the cable.
Kulang stood idle and gave way to a neat path. You still see Wushan Temple, but you don't see the Twin Crane Bridge.
Blame the boatman, knowing that greed for wine has spring tides.
Early spring ambitions Tang:
The spring tide in the river is white, and the mountains are long and the water is clear. In a foreign land, flowers and willows are reflected in the pavilion.
Xixi Chuzhou Tang: Wei.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Xiaoji, Zhejiang Spring Southern Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
No one drinks among the guests, so who is the peach blossom and plum blossom in the old garden?
Spring tides are all over the world, but they are even more colorful and rainy.
Yao Tai Ju Ba Xian/New Guo Yan Zhuang Lou Ge: zhangyan
Spring tides bring rain. People don't cross the river, but the sand is far away. Since the horizontal deep and secluded, who saw the willow stop. I knew that eating fish was not fun, so I turned to the tent and took advantage of Bai Ou's move. Let the wind drift. You can't be honest when you wake up at night. It's best to float home in the house and play the flute in the shadow of Pupu. Sitting and reading Qian Fan, chasing waves in Wan Li. In 2008, I visited the five lakes, and the first time I visited Wusong Bridge. Xuanzhenzi, a total of smoke and water, is tall and big.