1. Where is Tianmen in Tian Ge? God's will is hard to ask. Laugh when you are in the air, and laugh at Wan Liyun. People in the suburbs of Su Long go to Zhongnanhai in the morning and live in Langyatai at night. Millennium makes great achievements, and Millennium cultivates talents. 3. There is a bumper harvest of wheat, and when the sun shines high, peanuts are swaying. The farmers are sweating and busy harvesting. Taihang Mountain is ambitious and ambitious. It takes a strong thief to laugh at Huang Chao. 5. Shoot the hunting map, bow and shoot the battle table, and lament is called a hero. Wan was in a hurry, screaming at the sky. 6. The splash-ink fairy figure is full of gas fields, and snowflakes fly to the young head. A group of snakes trapped a giant elephant and got drunk to solve a thousand worries. 7. Who is unfair to the national treasure who has been thundered thousands of times? There are thousands of tears in the cloud, and every drop is always concerned. Jiang Yi's son didn't come back, and his mother was heartbroken. I wonder how many feelings and tears there are in that river. 9. When will you come back in your dream? It's raining in the sky, crying for me. 10. The horn sounded on Yanmenguan Mountain, and the spring tide surged at the foot of the mountain. When the geese came back, they reported me the hardest work. 1 1. The mountain house looks up at the sky with its head held high, and the index is heroic. I have changed a lot, but I am the happiest. 12. Xufu Millennium Langya Port is desolate everywhere. Lonely geese wail, and the sound is heartbroken. 13. Sha Ou wakes up on a fishing fire and Yangliuqing is on the shore. In the spring breeze, there are several fishermen. 14. Joe has little countryside and works hard all day. There is firewood all over the mountain, so I dare not move. 15. In March, there was no cloud in Wan Li. Plowing fields, plowing cattle, ignoring passers-by. 16. Reading firewood was beaten and scolded. School comes first, cowboys always play. 17. Birds singing outside Laoshan awaken homesickness. Red flowers cover the eyes, and green grass buries the diameter. 18. Zhao Dengyu waved a knife and shouted at the sky. When will the territory be restored? Better be a ghost than a conquered people! 19. How long is the spring breeze blowing willow in Yangliuqing New Year pictures? Wuling to wuyue, Jiujiang to Jiuzhou. 20. I believe I can travel around the world with my sword, and I can swing in the octupole. Before the battle, it was mighty, and after the battle, it sang a swan song. 2 1. Xiangshan rain turns loose green, and frost dyes maple leaves red. The wind blows white clouds, and Wan Li sends tenderness. 22. A wanderer sings a spring and autumn dream. Everything was born in China, and everything is animistic. 23. The song beyond the Great Wall is only in the sky, but also in my ears. How sad this song is, I wonder who is crying. 24. The situation in Chen Qiao, Chen Qiao has changed, and the balance in the East China Sea has rolled. Love sword breaks mountains and rivers, and a glass of wine avoids war. 25. Spend winter in warmth and spring in cold. Who do you love deeply? Who is it for? Birds come in spring every year, and spring comes every day. The green hills are endless, and the green waters are endless. 27. The insect has heard the sound and found its trail. It has entered the flowers. Who are you singing for? Singing is too indulgence. 28. The fish swam everywhere and swam without thinking. Look at a picture from a distance and a poem from a distance. 29. Looking at the clear sky in the morning, the bamboo mountains are bright. Tears of heroes through the ages, Wan Li reflects the mountain red. One of 30 kinds of experiences: Cymbidium leaves, Zhang Jiuling, and osmanthus blossoms in autumn. Life in the world is full of vitality, which naturally conforms to the beautiful season. Who wants to live in seclusion in the mountains and smell the fragrance, so full of joy. Won't it be more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? ? 3 1 experience 2: here, south of the Yangtze River, there is a red orange tree. Zhang Jiuling, its leaves are green all winter. Not because the soil is getting warmer, but because it is accustomed to the cold by nature. Although it may serve your distinguished guests, you leave it here, far below the mountains and rivers. ! Environment determines fate, and cause and effect is an infinite cycle. You planted your peach trees and plums and forgot the shade of another tree? 32 spring thinking Li Bai, you are like jade in the north, and I am a mulberry with green branches. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ? The majesty of Mount Tai in Wangfu! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu .. magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. Once you climb to the top of the mountain and peek, you will see that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky ... In summer, the mountain light in the west of Nanting Simeng Haoran suddenly disappears, and the moon in the lake in the east slowly rises. I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams. Spending the night at the foot of Zen master Ye's mountain, waiting for awe-inspiring, setting sun, valley after valley, gloomy. The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place. Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. If the boat springs on the cliff lake, it will never stop, no matter what happens in the next life. And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, skimmed the flowers and entered the lake. At dusk, I turned to the valley to the west, where I could see the southern star on the other side of the mountain. The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods. I choose to put aside all worldly things and just be an old man with a fishing rod .. Wang Changlin's retreat is often built here, in a clear and deep lake, with the clouds as companions. The moon in the middle of the pine forest is shining like a husband. Maoting has a thick shadow, and the peony garden gathers moss particles. I also want to reject the secular, and the western hills Luan crane gregarious. The Yangtze River sailed to Yuan and Wei, the ministers, and I drifted away from my relatives and friends in melancholy. After sculling to Luoyang, the shadow of Xiao Zhong is still far around Guangling tree. Mark the date and place of our parting, and when and where shall we meet again? . The human world is like a boat on the waves. Can the flow direction of the river be controlled by itself? Poems for boatman Wei My office became very cold today, and I suddenly remembered my friends in the mountains. You must collect firewood at Jiandi and cook some poor food when you come back. I want to see you with a bottle of wine, so that you can get some comfort at night. But autumn leaves are full of empty mountains. Where can you find your footprints? Wei met me in the capital and came to see me in the east, with Baling rain on his clothes. Asked why, the guest said to cut down a tree and buy an axe. Hidden deep in the mist of flowers, the young swallows chirp freely. Last year, not now, it was spring, and I don't know how much hair I have on my sideburns. I have been troubled by the official hat and robe for too long, so I am glad to be an exile in this wild south. I am now a neighbor of growers and harvesters, and I am a guest of the mountains. I plow in the morning, turn over the grass with dew, and tie a fishing boat at night to break the quiet stream. I walked back and forth, hardly meeting anyone, singing long poems and staring at the blue sky. At dusk, I parked in the new area, closed my sails near Huaizhen and found a small harbor. A sudden breeze set off waves, and now the sun is dim and sinking into dusk ... People in the darkness of the city have gone home to rest, and Moon Bay also lives there. Lonely at night, I can't help but think of Chang 'an. How can I sleep when I hear the bells on the shore? Du Fu's quatrains: Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to eastbound ships. It is common to meet at the Qi Wang Mansion downstream, and Cui He has heard it several times before. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance. 45 flowers Fu Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can the world listen to it? The quatrain river moves the moon and moves the stone, and the stream circles the clouds and flowers. Birds know their way of life, but whose home is the sail? The beautiful scenery by the river is late, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. Swallows fly in the mud and mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. There are many flowers along the river, and thousands are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. 49 Autumn night, five words snap, Fang Fei is lonely and cold, and the breeze and bright moon are good. I have a glass of wine to take home in spring. Fifty words of cotton, seven words of jade pool, get drunk and rest, the flowering period is too busy to be fascinated, but it is a thousand miles to cut white clouds.