Looking south to the west room, the pavilion still locks the courtyard wall.
The son of heaven has never seen a willow, and the general seeks to defend Dunhuang.
The steep and grotesque mountain is colorless, and the water is not fragrant.
For the loneliness of Confucianism, I will be killed by the sadness in front of the door.
2. Ming-Zheng Juzhen, "Hongwu Returning to the Sea and Going out to Huining North for Business".
North of the Great Wall, near the ancient castle, there are few people at sunset.
Across the river is the land of Hexi, and Dunhuang is Jiuquan.
3. "At the end of Yongqing, we presented Xin' Wu An' Wei Mingwang.
Thrifty, the north wind blows four scenery, and one year is poor and lonely. Suddenly, I heard that a guest came to Daguan, with a clear posture and a wild stand.
Daqingshan is an antique mountain, radiant. In summer, King Jiu Mu casts gold, but the mountains in osawa are far away.
Yu Kan goose chop Kunwu, gluttonous as Ssangyong. Honglong fanned the fire, and purple smoke flew to the bone.
Brocade shows ink, Hedong Erliu is in Dunhuang. Fifteen words in the civil history, the cliff collapses and the rock breaks the secret pavilion.
I also made a Korean hook, and the ship cut the emerald. Fang Ding's father, Yin Yawen, stunned all the guests.
The baby in the basket is dying. Who will cut a new one from Ke Ting? Alas, it's not easy. You poured money and cut it down.
2. Use pictures to describe the famous sentence, seven poems or seven rhymes in Dunhuang's "Goddess Scattered Flowers", and the tone of Tang Ci should be clearly defined. Li Baiyun wants clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to reveal wealth.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon. And this, it is suggested to cut off "its shape is also beautiful, graceful if Youlong, Rongyao Qiuju, Hua Mao Song Chun.
Like a light Yun Zheyue, like the wind flowing back to the snow. Looking from a distance, if the sunrise rises; If you are forced to check it, it will burn like a wave.
If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain as grass. The neck is beautiful, the quality is exposed, the fragrance is not added, and the lead is magnificent.
The clouds are towering, the eyebrows are trimmed, the lips are bright, and the teeth are fresh. Bright eyes and good hope help to inherit strength. It is magnificent, graceful and luxurious, and it is quiet and leisurely.
Tender as water, charming language. Stunning clothes are outstanding, and the bone image should be mapped.
The glory of wearing a sweater is the glory of Yao and Bi. Wear jade jewelry and embellish pearls to show off your figure.
Practice a long journey of writing, gently dragging the fog, walking in the corner of the mountain, with a faint orchid fragrance. So how can you suddenly jump and travel and play?
Leaning on the left, leaning on the laurel flag on the right. I'm busy with my wrist, and I use the mysterious wisdom of turbulent wrasse.
Jade Qing is fond of her beauty and beauty, but she is shocked and unhappy. There is no good media to satisfy her joy, so she speaks with the help of microwaves. I hope to be sincere first, and Yu Pei will be understood.
Beauty belief, Qiang people practice rites and write poems, and resisting Joan values harmony, which means long time. Cling to the money at home, afraid of being bullied by me, giving up words when falling in love, hesitating and being suspicious.
Be calm and calm, and be self-sustaining when cashing. So Luo was inspired, wandering around, the lights flickering.
If you are light, you will stand out from the crowd. If you fly without flying, you will be covered with pepper and your steps will be fragrant. Super-long songs are always praised by people, and their voices are sad and long.
I am a wandering soul, a lonely soul, or clean, or flying, or picking pearls, or picking jade feathers. He took the wanderer of Hanbin from the concubine of Nanxiang, lamented that there was no horse in the melon and sang the loneliness of Petunia.
Young people are arrogant and their sleeves are repaired and dragged around. The body flies very fast, like wandering, walking a little step, socks are gray.
Unstable is dangerous, advancing is difficult, and going is returning. Into a liquid, smooth and beautiful, with words not spit, gas like blue.
Huarong is graceful, which makes me forget my meal. So the wind was collected under the screen, and after the waves were quiet, Feng Yi sang drums and Nu Wa sang.
Teng Wenyu rode a policeman, Luan died together, and six dragons appeared for the first time, carrying clouds and cars. The whale jumps to the hub, and the waterfowl flies to protect it.
So I went north, crossed Nangang, took the lead, returned to Qingyang, moved my lips, and asked Chen to hand in the outline. There are different ways to hate people and God, but when you are in the prime of life, you can't complain about others, but you can hold back tears and tears.
Mourn the farewell of good meeting, mourn the passing of a foreign land, and offer the wisdom of Jiangnan without loving Xi. Although he is in the moonlight, he has a long heart for the king.
Suddenly I didn't realize what I had given up, and I was disappointed that God hid the light at night. So, I carried the mausoleum high on my back, leaving my mind to God, imagining my feelings and longing for my sadness.
The complex shape of the dead body can be traced back to the royal canoe. Floating on the long river and forgetting the opposite side, thinking constantly and increasing admiration, I can't sleep at night and wake up with countless frost.
I will go to East Road to take countermeasures, but I can't go because I'm worried.
3. The famous saying or poem about the process of insect cicada shelling, intended to catch cicada, suddenly stood in the south of the city with a closed mouth: cicada hangs down and drinks clear dew, and the sound is like sparse tung.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind. Cicadas sing high. Throughout the ages, the singing of "knowing, knowing" has made poets with rich and delicate emotions write many beautiful and moving poems.
"In the woods of Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died comfortably?" (Xuanniao, that is, Swallow) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: Bright Moon and Bright Night") "Singing cicadas is cold, when autumn flowers bloom" (Pan Yue's "Heyang County Records" is two) "Mourning cicadas is silent, and Cong Yanming is flying in the sky." (Tao Yuanming's September 9th) "The willow leaves in the garden are cold for a long time, so the cicada should be alarmed" (Sui Wang Youli's Give the willow leaves to sing the cicada loudly) "Nature can always respond to the cicada" (Tang Wen Chan) "How far the cicada is, the lush trees echo" (Song Zhuxi's Nan 'an Road Middle).
Suddenly, the string was broken, and I heard that the pipe was uneven (Liu Tang Yuxi rewarded the lonely "xianggong" to see the new cicada), "The cicada forest is quieter, and the Tona Palace Mountain is more secluded" (Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoyexi"), "The spring is swallowed, and the piano sounds at the beginning. Changfeng keeps cutting, but it is still among the branches. "
(Tang Lutong's "New Cicada") "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight." (Song Xin Qi Ji's Journey to the Yellow Sand Road on the Xijiang Moon) "If you have to drink Xuanlu, why should you quit the high willow cold?" (Liu Chen deleted Poems of Singing Cicada in the Southern Dynasties) "If you drink He Jie, your charm will be longer" (Don Dai Shulun's Painting Cicada) "Listening to Qiu Chan and Qiu Chan is not the same place.
Fine willow flies high and late, and grows in Yang Shu; Autumn sounds are chaotic and uneven, which is worrying. Zen sounds like Xiao, and the group noise is the tone; The wind is floating and ringing, and it contains many voices of breaking diplomatic relations.
..... ""Listen to the cicada, this is infinitely sad. The crowd hissed in Yushu, echoing the Golden Gate. The long wind sounds at night, and the dew is clear for food.
The evening breeze is more close to the morning dew, which is known only to Qiu Ge. Cover a few leaves with a thin body and moan and hug.
..... "(Listen to the cicada with the sun by Sui Lusi) (2) Cicada is ignorant, but many poets are worried about it because they are also sad. Everything is my color, because I see things. As Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, said, "cicadas don't add trouble, so people are heartbroken" (Listen to cicadas).
Tang Sikong-shu: "Today, cicadas suddenly sound, moving guests like feelings?" I feel that an old age can make millions of people feel alive "("New Cicada "); Don Bai Juyi: "When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness. The new cicada sings in Weishui, and its sound is like that of Xiongnu.
Who is listening at Hengmen? In "Sophora japonica in the sunset" ("Early Cicada"); Liu Tang Yuxi: "Before I heard the cicada singing, I thought it was a fleeting time. As soon as I entered the bleak ear, I heard the broken string "("Answer the white punishment and smell the new cicada "); Tang Hao-ran Meng: "And in the cold Mufeng tonight, cicadas are more important than my heart" ("Send someone away from Qin"), and Tang Yuan-zhen: "Mangrove cicadas fill the sunset glow, and white heads send each other sorrow" ("Send someone away from Lu").
Tang Yongzheng Yu Zhi: "Clearing heat in summer promotes the flow of several parts of the body. People with lofty ideals are bitter in their hearts, and when they first hear their voices, they are alone "(Early Cicada); In the Five Dynasties, Chu and Liu said, "Don't invade the Japanese noise, listen to it in a foreign land" ("Smell the cicada"); Don Luyin: "Deep in the willows, you will feel lonely and sad about the past.
I am also afraid that travelers will move trees again and again with their heads not white "("Late Cicada "); Don He Yao: "Qiu Lai songs are more bitter, half swallowed and half gone with the wind" ("Smelling cicadas and sending them to Jia Dao"); Song: "It's cold and sad, Changting is late, and the shower is beginning." (Lin Yuling); Liu Song Kezhuang "Why Yong Men plays a song, cicadas are extremely cheap and call it bleak" and "Drinking School Book Garden on March 25th".
(3) The ancients mistakenly thought that cicadas lived by eating and drinking dew, so they regarded cicadas as a symbol of nobility and praised them, or used them to place their ideals and ambitions, or as a metaphor for their bumpy and unfortunate life experiences. The first thing to mention, of course, is the "three musts" in the Tang Dynasty, which is famous for chanting cicada poems: weeping committee drinks clear dew, and acting as a dredge.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind. -Yu Shinan's "Cicada" sang the Western Heaven and told me to be firm here in my cell.
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? . Wang Luobin is a political prisoner. His heart is pure, so he is hungry. You sang in vain all night.
Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! . Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds.
I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you. -Li Shangyin's three "Cicada" are all famous works in the Tang Dynasty, but their themes are different and they are wonderful.
Shi Buhua, a poet in A Qing, commented on this point: "With chanting cicadas, Yu Shinan's voice is high and he doesn't borrow the autumn wind", which is a Tsinghua people language; Wang Luobin's "his flight through the fog, his pure voice submerged in the wind world" is a much-needed language; Li Shangyin's "pure heart and lack of desire, singing all night" is a grouch. Bixing is different. "
Attachment:-The preface of Wang's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada" is forbidden, and it is also a matter of the Fa Caotang, and there are several ancient locust trees. Although the business is known, it is the same as the dead tree in Yin Zhongwen; And Cong, in, that is, Zhou Zhaobo of Gan Tang.
Every evening, the sun shines gloomily, and Qiu Chan pulls it out, making a quiet sound and smelling it. When people's hearts are different, before listening to the insects? Hehe, the voice is moving and the virtue is like a saint.
Therefore, cleaning his body is also a noble act of a gentleman; Shed its skin, and it has the spirit of a fairy capital. Then follow the number of yin and yang; It is necessary to change the festival and take the opportunity to review Tibet.
Open your eyes and don't be confused by Tao; With thin wings, it is easy to be true but not vulgar. Sing the breeze of the tree, rhyme longitudinal; Drinking the dew of high autumn is clear and awesome.
A servant is not easy to lose his way, and time rewards him. Don't be sad but feel sorry for yourself, first decline and then shake it off.
When I heard the flowing sound, I realized that I had been rehabilitated; Seeing the shadow of mantis, I am afraid of crisis. Poetry is composed of feelings, and feelings make friends.
A normal heart should follow things and mourn its weak feathers; Send people to know, pity Yusheng loneliness. Not pen and ink, but worry and worry.
(4) Different from the poems about swallows, there are also poems about cicadas that ridicule cicadas. The representative works are the late Tang poets Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin's poem Cicada.
Lu Guimeng: "Just by the wind, we all admire the capital of vitamins. What is the clearness of the abdomen, and there are even fewer thin ridges. "
Luo Yin: "Great efforts are a legacy, and I agree with your voice. The wind is full of dew today, so forget me. "
In Lu's works, cicadas are despicable and incompetent; In Luo's works, cicada is a snob. The two poems express their aspirations through cicadas, aiming at satirizing and criticizing the corruption and dark officialdom in the late Tang Dynasty.
(5) Others, such as Tao Yong's poem "A cicada on a high tree goes into the night clouds.
4. Poem about Gardenia, famous sentence 1, Gardenia Song Yang Wanli
Trees are short, and flowers will be like snow.
Lonely and beautiful, quiet and fragrant in summer, cold in summer.
There is a bottle, but there is no wind.
How old the valley is, just to enrich the mountain alum.
2, chanting gardenia southern Liang Xiaogang
Su Hua is gratifying, she is half-faced.
It is suspected that the leaves are frosted and the branches are covered with snow.
The sun shines obliquely, but the wind still takes pictures.
3, and Hu Ling "xianggong" chanting gardenia Yuxi Liu Tang.
The flowers in Shu are all gone, and the peaches are in bloom today.
The color is suspicious and leaning against the tree, and the fragrance is like a jade well.
And enjoy the same place, so don't worry.
Beauty is like poetry, why wait for cold plum.
4. Gardenia Soup Du Fu
There are many different kinds of trees in Chai Men, but there is none here.
Today, the river is cold and rainy, and the screen is painted in the fence.
Although the peach path and plum path are old, the gardenia is bright with red pepper.
Lock the vines slightly, loosen the bones and lean on the sky to see the withered.
Lin Xiang will do his best, but what Yedi said to Lai Su is not important.
Love the sky, be grateful for the loan, clear the frost and kill people.
Find a bed to sit on, and you need a bamboo pole to walk slowly.
Riding in an unknown cloud pavilion, apes get in the way in the corner of Chushan.
5. Jiangtousi uses gardenia soup Du Fu.
There are more gardenias than many trees, and there is not much honesty in the world.
Useful for body color, in harmony with knife gas injury.
Red with wind and frost, green with rain and dew.
Touching you mercilessly, you are reflected in Jiang Bo.
Once you reach the top, you will see that other mountains are dwarfed by the sky.
The clear sky is full of cranes and clouds, and poetry attracts Bixiao.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
Qian Fan crossed the ship's rail; Ten thousand saplings grow on the dead trees. )
There is the Kingdom of Wu in the east and the State of Chu in the south, and you can see the endless drifting of heaven and earth.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
Emei Mountain is half moon and half autumn, reflected in Pingqiang River.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
The creator has endowed all the mysterious nature here with elegance, and? The day immediately enters dawn and dusk. ..
Ceng Yun, birds are flying back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
Here is the lake in August, and heaven is an air.
Fog in Yungu and Menggu enveloped Yueyang City.
The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road.
The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages.
Looking at Dongting Lake from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
The sand sea has deepened unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds and bleak Wan Li condensate.
The mighty sorrow is slanting from the sky, and the whip refers to the horizon.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
All sides are close at hand, and the sunset is closed.
I've been talking about juvenile madness, pulling yellow on the left, holding pale on the right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, and riding a thousand troops to roll flat hills.
Divide the main pipe in eight hundred miles, and fifty strings will ring across the Great Wall.
Luffy is made of horses and runs as fast as lightning.
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
How many things have gone up and down through the ages? The endless river rolled through.
The silk river with beautiful spring scenery floats between heaven and earth, like a cloud next to the jade peak, shuttling between ancient times and the present.
In the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley. The valley was full of broken boulders like pecking rice, which went down and forward with the wind.
Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The snow held the blue horse back.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
6. What are the ancient poems about frogs?
1. Early summer seclusion (Song Dynasty).
Lakes and mountains are my home, and willow trees are a path. When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.
Lakes and mountains are my home, and the path is faint under the shade of Sophora japonica. When the lake overflows, egrets are dancing, grass is singing and frogs are everywhere. The bamboo shoots of the new crop have matured, but the brush flowers have just begun to bloom. When we met, we never met. Who mentioned it before we dreamed of having tea at noon?
2. "Ke" (Song)
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
On a rainy night in Huangmei season, frogs croak in the grass pond in the country. At this time, it was midnight, but my friend didn't come as promised, and he knocked on the chess pieces in boredom, and the lamp ash fell on the chessboard.
3. "Spring is bursting" (Song) Cao Qian
In the late spring, no one has asked about the fallen flowers on the road, only the shade is boundless and boundless. The orioles in the Woods stopped crying, but came to the pond covered with grass alone to listen to the frogs.
In the late spring, no one has asked about the falling flowers on the road, only the thick shade is boundless and scattered all over the world. The orioles in the forest have long stopped calling, so they can only walk alone to the grassy pond to listen to the frogs.
4. Stay (Song)
You can't change old clothes in a spring. Rain on the mountain, yellow mud on the banyan tree, and the white board of Tianjia buckles the night. Sleeping in the sound of frogs, my heart returned from the dream of becoming a butterfly. If you don't send nine letters to your hometown, geese will fly from the north to the south.
Only Dai Li followed me the wrong way. After a spring, I was still wearing winter clothes. Walking hard on the yellow mud slope in the drizzle, I knocked on the white wooden door of the farmer's house when it was dark. At night, despite the noise of frogs, I turned into a butterfly and returned to my hometown in my thoughts. It's a pity that after writing so many letters, the geese in the sky don't send books, but fly from north to south.
5. "Xijiang Moonlight Walk on Huangsha Road" (Song) Xin Qiji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to blow the cicadas in the distance. In the fragrant rice, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year. There are light clouds in the sky, twinkling stars appear from time to time, and it is raining in front of the mountain. In order to avoid the rain, we slowly crossed the stream from the bridge. Where did the hut shop by the Woods near the Land Temple go before? Turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us.