(Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn") 2. But how much affection does an inch of grass have? (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons) 3. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei's Acacia) 4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
(Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 5. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass) 6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn.
(Li Shen's "Compassion for Farmers") Description of summer: 1 Plum yellow sky is high and the clouds are light, but the streams are abundant but hiking. (Once upon a time, "Three Roads in the Road") Xiao He only showed sharp corners, and dragonflies had already stood on his head.
After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. (Song Yang Wanli's "Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple") 4 At noon that day, sweat dripped into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? (Don Li Shen's Compassion for Peasants) 5. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.
Yang Wanli's "Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple" 6 Dark clouds turn over the ink to hide the mountain, and white rain jumps over the boat. Su Shi's "Drunken Book of Looking at the Lake Building" describes autumn: 1 On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps while fishing.
(Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge" On the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow. 3 stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
(Du Mu's "Mountain Walking") The moonlight on the fourth street is as cool as water, sitting and watching the morning glory and Vega. A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day.
(Tang, Memories of Shandong Brothers, September 9) 6. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains 7. I hope you will pick me up with a basket of wine and get drunk. Meng Haoran's "Climbing the Blue Mountains in Autumn" on the Double Ninth Festival describes winter for Zhang: 1 Like the strong wind in spring, it blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees at night.
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. (Wang Song Anshi Plum Blossom) There are no birds in the hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in the thousand paths.
(Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue) During the day in Huang Yun, the north wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow. (Tang Gao Shi, "Don't Understand Big") 5 The windows are bright and clean, and it snows every day.
(Qingyuan Mei's "December 15th Night") 6 Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Tang Changqing, Lord of Furong Mountain in the Snow) 7. The setting sun is far away, cold and white.
The description of animals in Liu Changqing's "Lord of Lotus Mountain on a Snowy Night" is: 1 day, the sky is gray, the fields are boundless, the wind blows, and the cattle and sheep are low. Goose, goose, goose, singing to the sky.
(Tang Luobin's "Singing Goose") Three people come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of perch. (Song Fan Zhongyan, "Fisherman on the River") 4 The shepherd boy rides an ox and sings Lin Yue.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. (See by Yuan Mei in Qing Dynasty) 5 Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets rise to the sky.
(Don Du Fu's quatrains) 6 The shade does not reduce the road, but adds four or five orioles. (Song, once upon a time, "Three Roads in the Road") 7 Chai Men smells dogs barking and returns to people in the snowy night.
Description of flowers 1 1, Peach Blossom: Peach Blossom Lake is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun. In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
(Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple) 2. Apricot Flower: All love can't be caged. An almond goes out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng's "It's not worthwhile to visit the park") 3. The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold.
(Zhinan quatrains) 4. Cauliflower: The children rushed to catch up with Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower, but there was nowhere to be found. (Song Yang Wanli, Su Xincheng Xugong Store) 5. Plum blossom: There are some plums in the corner. hanling opens them alone.
(Wang Song Anshi's Plum Blossom) The description of the mountain 1 shows that there is not a footprint in a thousand paths. (Jiang Xue by Liu Zongyuan) 2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river.
(Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Villa") 3. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky ... (Du Fu's "Looking at Yue") 4. There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
(Chai Lu by Wang Wei) 5. Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain. (Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain) Describe water 1. White hair floating green water, red palm stirring clear waves.
(Luo "Singing Goose") 2. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River. (Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain) 3. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun.
(Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun) 4. At sunrise, flowers in the river are better than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's "Memorizing Jiangnan") Author: ミミミミミミミミミミミミミミ𞢷ミミ𞢷𞢷𞢷ミ125
(Wang Zhihuan's In the Lodge of Herons) 2. At dusk, Cangshan overlooking, cold white. (Liu Changwu, Lord of Furong Mountain in the Snow) 3. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are infinitely red in the sun.
(Yang Wanli, "Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple" 4. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails come alone. Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain describes 1 this month. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking") 2. Moonlight in the pine forest.
Crystal gems in the stream. (Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain") 3. I didn't know the moon when I was a child. I called it Bai Panyu.
(Li Bai's Gulangyu) 4. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. (Wang Wei Zhu Lou) Describe the wind 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
(Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn") 2. The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. (Lyle Song) 3. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze.
(Pretending to be Yi's Farewell to the Ancient Grass) 4. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing's "Snow House Hibiscus Mountain Master") Describe flowers 1. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
(Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village") 2. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran "Spring Dawn") 3. Egrets fly in front of mount cisse; Peach blossom and flowing water mandarin fish fertilizer.
(Zhang "Fishing Songs") 4. Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low. (Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside") 5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
Description of rain 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn 2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
(Wang Wei's Mid-Autumn Insect in the Mountain) 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) Description of Snow 1. Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
(Bai Xuege, Cen Can) 2. We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords. (Xia Sai Qu by Lu Lun) 3. I know from a distance that it's not snow, because it smells good.
(Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom) 4. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. (Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue) 5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night.
(Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in Snow" describes grass 1. The sky is grey, the field is vast, the wind and grass are low, and cattle and sheep are low. (Chilean song) 2. The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season.
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2. Poetry that cultivates sentiment 1:
The bright moon scares the birds.
Startled the magpie perched on the branch.
Daoxiang said a bumper harvest.
Listen to forg
Seven or eight stars outside the sky
Before it rains at two or three o'clock.
There is an inn next to the village temple
The road turns to the head of the stream and suddenly appears (the poem is full of poetry, profound artistic conception and beautiful sentences)
2:
The old trees in Gu Teng are humming faintly.
Tiny bridge,flowing brook,hamlet homes
The path, the horses and the wind are blowing.
The sun is sinking in the west
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world (every poem has its own time period, and it is the most beautiful at a certain time period! )
3:
Willing to ride the wind and waves
Read on the wall for ten years
Be honest with others.
Read from a place without words.
Open-minded bamboo bows its head and keeps its head.
There are no flowers on the proud plum's back.
A hundred rivers are full of tolerance.
This wall stands tall, but it is rigid without desire.
I like this style of sentences, and there are many more. If you like me to continue, I think to cultivate a person's sentiment, we must first cultivate his mind, and artistic conception is the most important!
3. Ancient Poems about Artistic Charm China's 5,000-year-old culture has produced many words and styles, among which the most distinctive and highly concise is poetry, a poem, an article and even a book. Ancient poetry exudes irresistible charm.
Reading poetry makes you a meaningful person. There are pictures in Wang Wei's poems. Obviously, I just read poems, but I often put pictures in front of me "Lonely smoke in the desert, sunset in the long river", "moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream", these familiar poems have no novel structure, strange imagination and gorgeous feelings, but only plain and almost vernacular language, but they have an indescribable charm that people read over and over again. Isn't that what life is all about? Pursuing fame and fortune, following the trend and making yourself shine are actually just to cover up your blank and inferiority. A truly confident and talented person doesn't need these external decorations. He just stood there with an impressive aura. The beauty of "natural carving, clear water out of hibiscus" is the real beauty, from the inside out. So ... reading poetry makes us a meaningful person!
Reading poetry makes you a free and easy person. Time flies, and decades of life seems to have passed in a blink of an eye. People on earth are like flies in the world, a drop in the ocean, and sometimes it's hard to avoid some sadness. At this time, read the poems of Li Bai and Su Shi and taste the free and easy life in the poems. "Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty!" Is wild, "since god gave talent, let it go and be hired! , spin a thousand silver, all come back! " It is self-confidence, and "going home, no rain or shine" is indifferent. They live a casual life and are not tired of the world, are they? Life is only a few decades. Wouldn't it be a pity if you can't live a full and free life? Be a free and easy person!
Reading poetry makes you an upright person. Nowadays, people are less determined to "smash, not be afraid, and remain innocent in the world", more greedy for profits, and less persistent in "Oh, how can I seriously bow and scrape to high-ranking and high-ranking people, who will never suffer from showing an honest face" and more flattery; There is less fraternity and more selfishness and greed. Therefore, reading poetry makes us an upright person.
Ancient poetry, like tea, tastes bitter at first and has a long aftertaste. The mid-term contains countless principles of being a man and needs to be read carefully. This is probably the charm of ancient poetry!
Poetry is like a song, melodious and melodious in the level tone, endless in the cadence, which makes people forget their worries and smile; Poetic, depicting himself in insects, fish, birds and beasts.
And showing Gan Kun in the flowing water of a small bridge depicts a beautiful artistic conception for us, either solemn and stirring, quiet or warm. Poetry is like a philosopher. After thousands of years, it tells us the true meaning of life and inspires me.
Children go to life and face challenges.
I like poetry, and I like the rhythmic beauty of poetry. Who hasn't been intoxicated by the music of poetry? Who hasn't been moved by the beauty of rhyme in poetry and laughed with joy? When babbling, we were taught by our parents that "there is no spring sleep"
Juexiao, birds are singing everywhere around me. But now I think of that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken. "Although I don't understand its meaning, I have a strange feeling in my heart." In primary school, we carried our hands behind our backs, held our heads high and shook our heads to recite "the shepherd boy rode the cow and sang."
Lin Yue. I tried to catch cicadas, but suddenly I was silent. "Everyone stared at the eyes of ignorance and enjoyed it; As for now, I still have a strange feeling when I say in my mind, "What are its beautiful days and who is happy?" "
Sleep-this is a wonderful experience brought by the musical beauty of poetry. Poetry, like songs, helps us to cultivate our temperament and promote our enjoyment of life.
Like poetry, like to revel in the artistic conception of poetry. I don't know when, I began to yearn for the ancients who lived in the wild, carrying a piano and a cup of tea, singing songs in the mountains and forests, and fishing happily on rivers thousands of miles away. and
Nature breathes, changes with the world, and wanders in the wonderful scenery of nature. I like Tao Yuanming's seclusion. "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, I can see Nanshan leisurely", "The mountains are getting better and the birds are singing away", and I am indifferent to the clouds and the wind in the sky.
Shu; Indulge in Wang Wei's pastoral scenery, "there is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream." Bamboo whispers that the laundry woman returns, and the lotus leaves bend before the fishing boat "; More lingering in the Phoenix Mountain in Chuqing, Su Shi's place where the water is clear and the sun is bright, and the west where light makeup is always appropriate.
Tiger Lake ... picturesque, showing the wonder and magnificence of all things in nature. I just want to be a painter and be intoxicated with the artistic conception of poetry forever.
Ancient poetry is a bright pearl in China's cultural and artistic treasure house! From the Book of Songs to today, ancient poetry bears the glorious history of the Chinese nation with its extensive content, profound connotation and sincere emotion. Ancient poetry is the most precious spiritual wealth given to us by our ancestors.
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Sentence 1: sentence 1. Art is the source of life; Art is a flying comet; Art is the great soul of mankind! Art * * * live together, and life will become rich and colorful! 2. Art should not be fantasy, but reality! The truth! We should keep our eyes open; Absorb powerful life breath from all pores. If people live in an artistic atmosphere, they will learn wisely and become happy. 3. Music is a good teacher. It will bring your mind out of the hustle and bustle, bring it to a quiet land, and calm your restless mind. Music is your friend when you are happy and your partner when you are frustrated. 4. I love music, I love the electronic piano, and I love the sound of the piano that can cultivate my temperament. I hope wonderful music will fill my future and please people. I will continue to study hard the cultural knowledge of various subjects, continue to practice and improve my piano skills, and let my family and friends enjoy my beautiful piano sound. 5, often some small details are not valued by us. Actually, to put it bluntly, these are all arts. But it is not the art in the hands of famous painters, the art sung by famous singers or the art in the hearts of designers. This kind of art belongs exclusively to life and is the art of ordinary people. Sentences praising art. It is this kind of art that makes our life colorful, full of happiness and simplicity. 6. Music is an art ... I think it is the most beautiful of all arts because it can touch our souls. When the high emotions can't be vented, listen to music, all the troubles will disappear and life will become wonderful again. 7. I came out of my dream, and a painting brought me infinite reverie. This painting is really beautiful! I only have two words: thinking and beauty. Only thinking can produce beauty. Only beauty can produce ideas. Let's walk into the palace of art and enjoy it together.
5. Who has poems about art? Pipa Trip is a poem by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, which describes the superb skills of pipa girls.
Pipa player's song
The leader of Xunyan River sent Fujian into the night.
Cold autumn, red maple leaves and blooming reeds.
I got off the horse and boarded a boat, which was my guest.
We held up our cups, hoping to drink, but, alas, there was no music.
Drunk without joy, they must part in sorrow.
When parting, the water reflected the bright moon.
We heard a sudden sound, and a guitar crossed the water
The host forgot to go home, and the guests had to go their own way.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the name of the player.
The voice broke ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers and invited her to join us.
Gather more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
It took a thousand entreaties before she appeared.
Her face Shimada Hanzo is behind the pipa in her arms.
... she turned the tuning pin and tried some strings.
We can feel her feelings even before she plays.
Every string is meditation, and every note is meditation.
It seems that she is telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers and started her music.
Let her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She pinched the strings gently.
First, the air in the rainbow skirt, then six small ones.
The big strings rattle, just like the sudden rain.
Tiny strings cut like whispers.
Hum, whisper, and mix.
Like large and small pearls stacked on a plate of jade.
The flower bottom of Guan Yingying's language is very slippery.
We heard a stream sobbing painfully along the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken.
As if it could not pass; And notes, fade away.
Only silent sadness.
No words are needed now.
Broken spray mud
Jump out of the conflict and attack between armored horses and weapons
She only scratched before she put down the pick.
All four strings make a sound, just like tearing silk.
The boat in the east is quiet, and so is the boat in the west.
The white autumn moon is reflected in the river.
... as she slowly put the pick back into the string
She stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital
Living in her parents' house at the foot of Toad Mountain.
He mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen.
Her name tops the list of musicians.
Her art has even been appreciated by experts.
Her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers.
How do the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously?
Countless rolls of red silk were given to a song.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine.
Season after season, joy follows joy.
The autumn moon and the spring breeze have passed, and she didn't notice them.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died
Night passed, night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There are fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door.
So in the end she married herself to a businessman.
Who values money first, doesn't care that he left her.
A month ago, I went to Fuliang to buy tea.
She has been looking after an empty boat at the estuary.
There is no one to accompany except the bright moon and cold water.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed of my young days.
Awaken from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh.
Now, after listening to her story, I am even sadder.
People who suffer the same misfortune sympathize with each other.
Now that fate has brought us together
A year ago, I left the capital and came here.
Now I am sick and exiled in Jiujiang.
Jiujiang is so far away that I don't hear music.
Neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year.
My residence is near the riverside town, which is low and humid.
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 whimper
On a flowery spring morning and moonlit night
I often pick up wine and drink it alone.
Of course, there are folk songs and country bagpipes.
But they are rough and harsh, which makes me feel harsh.
Tonight, I listen to you play the pipa.
I feel as if my hearing is illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again.
I will write a Long song about guitar.
... moved by my words, she stood there for a while.
Then sit on her strings-they sound even sadder.
Although the tune is different from what she used to play
The people at the party listened and covered their faces.
Ask who shed the most tears.
This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
6. Poems about Art What are the poems about art?
1. Bai Juyi's "Go to the Golden Wine" in Tang Dynasty
Lingling autumn and spring rhyme, save the dragon and phoenix pool. Oil, oil and spring clouds can be done in one cup.
Gin has existed since ancient times, and few people get this taste. I should only have health and knowledge, and I know three things.
2. "Qin" Wang Changling in Tang Dynasty
Lonely tong secret empty voice, simple and true. As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients.
Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring. Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet?
3. Li Bai's Listening to Shu Monks Playing the Piano in the Tang Dynasty
Emei Shanxi, a monk of Shu, with a blue silk lute box. When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.
I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
4. Untitled Bai Yuchan in the Southern Song Dynasty
Ten fingers give birth to autumn water and play the sunset several times. I don't know if this song of yours has ever interrupted several people's intestines.
The mind creates nothingness, and the strings ring between the nails. Come to the palace at night, the moon is full of empty mountains.
Make a five-beat sound and play with your fingers. Birds sing, flowers wither, and songs beat the spring breeze.
5. "Qin in the Wind" Tang Lu Tong
Five tones, six laws and thirteen emblems, the dragon sings and thinks.
A bullet in water, a bullet in a month, the hidden wind makes the branches loose.
7. Poetry about art 1. I leaned alone among the dense bamboos, playing the piano and humming the piano songs.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. -Wang Wei's "Zhuliguan" autumn rhyme, save the dragon and phoenix pool.
Oil, oil and spring clouds can be done in one cup. Gin has existed since ancient times, and few people get this taste.
I should only have health and knowledge, and I know three things. -Bai Juyi's "To Gold" is lonely and mysterious, simple and true.
As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients. Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring.
Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet? -Wang Changling's "Qin", a monk in the West Shu of Mount Emei, with a blue silk lute box.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky. -Li Bai's "Listening to Qin Rui, a Monk of Shu" gives birth to autumn water with ten fingers and counts the sunset.
I don't know how many people were heartbroken by this song. The mind creates nothingness, and the strings ring between the nails. Come to the palace at night, the moon is full of empty mountains.
Make a five-beat sound and play with your fingers. Birds sing, flowers wither, and songs beat the spring breeze.
-Bai Yuchan's Untitled Five Tones, Six Methods and Thirteen Emblems, written by Long Yinhe. A bullet in water, a bullet in a month, the hidden wind makes the branches loose.
-Lu Tong's Piano in the Wind II. About chess Huangmei season, it rained at home and frogs were everywhere in the grass pond. 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.
-.Distant identification is slightly into the fire [3], and there are five doors to the west in a week.
The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds.
I once played chess with the Prime Minister, and now I want to take the dagger he wants to my master. But I only saw petals falling, and I only heard Suzaku respond.
Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied.
The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection. The only thing many diseases need is medicine, what else can they ask for?
-The parrot is asleep, the bird is singing, and the west cold is not over yet.
Red candle, half a game of chess, painting Hirayama green on the bed. Embroidered son leaned against the lyre, and her eyes filled with tears.
-linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia?
-.Sitting in seclusion, I don't know the joy of the rock, Tan Shengli, the layman's words.
Books and books accumulate dust, and cars and horses flock to the door. If you overcome arrogance and doubt, you will fail. Sure enough, you will eventually defeat the enemy soldiers.
My heart is like spider silk swimming in the blue sky, and my body is like a dead branch.
I wish to die in the east, and the world can be divided. Who said I still love the sun? I never know.
-The gloomy Painting Axis Forest Temple is littered with chess shuttlecocks.
Autumn sometimes flies alone, and the sunset is just cold smoke. Staying up late loves my family more, just waiting for spring to see the snowy day.
-I don't hate Dangui in the middle of the month. Come and see the white clouds on the ridge.
Chess pieces may wish to be close to the water tower, and poems and songs are all good. After new worries about his reputation, he rarely lived in seclusion and was rarely quiet.
8. Song Dynasty's poem "Spring Day": Zhu Shengri looks for a good shore and is completely new.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. "Flower Shadow" Song Dynasty: Su Shi was on the Yao stage, but he couldn't sweep away after several calls.
In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again. In the Tang Dynasty, "Two Townships Linked Books One": He ran away from home when he was young, but his local accent did not change.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. Wang Yue in Tang Dynasty: Du Fu, how majestic Mount Tai is! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Wuyishan Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin got a glass of Xiaxia wine, when will the sound of flute and drum return to the air?
The caves in Wuyi are full of poisonous bamboo, and those so-called great-grandchildren are old and will never come again.
9. Li Ping quoted poems related to art..
Don
Shu Zhangtong, Gao Qiu.
An empty mountain condenses clouds without flowing.
Hunan and Hubei cry bamboo sorrow.
Li Ping and China play the piano together.
Kunshan jade broken phoenix calls,
Lotus tears and vanilla smiles.
The cold light melted in front of the twelve gates,
Twenty-three silk moving purple emperor.
Nu Wa tried to repair the sky by refining stones.
The rock-breaking stirred up autumn rain.
Dreaming of the holy mountain to teach the gods,
Old Fish danced Bo and Thin jiaozi.
Wu sleeps on the laurel tree,
The wet and cold rabbit flew barefoot.
Listen to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night.
Tang _ _ Li Bai
Sit on the bright moon at idle nights, and you play the piano.
Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".
The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.
Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.
Nice piano
Tang _ _ Bai Juyi
Nature is good, and the dust machine smells empty.
When you hear it, everything leaves your heart.
Qingchang can cure diseases, soothe the nerves and nourish the mind.
You should listen to Sanle to comfort Pulsatilla.
Zhang plays the piano.
Tang _ _ Changjian
You go to the grass and Xifeng plays the piano.
Is it only in the mountains that you can get rid of your troubles?
When Chao returned from the mountain pass, he came out of the ridge and heard the sound of silence.
Understand the clouds, see the heart of heaven and earth.
Under Xuanhe, Wan Li is in a clear sky, and pine trees dance.
Change course, buckle (and) business voice, listen to the dragons.
I feel a little crazy and gradually know the depth of the fairy.
Will be refined into a golden tripod and vote for me forever.
Listen to the piano
Tang _ _ Liu Changqing
On the seventh silk, the cold wind in the pines.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
Jiangnan Nong Zhao se Cai qu
Southern and Northern Dynasties _ _ Shen Yue
Han Danqi made a literary play.
String threading and quick adjustment of shear flow marks.
The crane rises with white clouds.
White clouds are rising, and the aroma is fragrant.
Coming out of the compound, the song is not over yet.
10. What are the ancient poems that cultivate sentiment? 1. Spring Day
Song: Zhu
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
2. Huaying
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The pavilion on the pavilion is another floor. I have asked the children to clean it several times, but how can the flower shadow be swept away?
In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.
3. "Two Hometown Couplets, Part One"
Tang Dynasty: He Zhangzhi
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
4. Wang Yue
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
5. Wuyishan
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The people of the people have only received a glass of flowing wine, and I don't know when the flute and drums will be heard again today.
The caves in Wuyi are full of poisonous bamboo, and those so-called great-grandchildren are old and will never come again.