Beautiful ancient poetry

The beautiful ancient poems are as follows:

1, Qingping Music

Zhao Lingzhi [Song Dynasty]

The spring breeze is still the same, and the intention is to follow the embankment. When the weather is fine, rub the moth into yellow.

Last year, I went to the Green Gate in Kyoto, but I can't see him tonight. I lost my soul. The haggard that ruined my life, only a few dusk.

As always, the spring breeze only takes special care of the willows on the Sui embankment; When the weather is clear and bright, the wind gently caresses the willow branches, rubbing them into thousands of yellow pendants, swaying with the spring breeze. Last spring, you and I wandered on the Sui Dyke outside the city gate. Tonight, I can only meet your soul in my dream. I'm so sad that it only takes a few nights to make my life haggard.

2. Klang Ganzhou

Zhang Yan [Song Dynasty]

Remember Yutong, clear snow and cold crisp. Beside the ancient withered forest road, the long river drinks horses, which means long. Short dreams are still floating, and old tears are spilled in Xizhou. There is no topic in a word, and all the leaves are sad.

Take Baiyun home and ask who will stay in Chupei and make a map of Zhongzhou. Fold the reed flowers and give them away, and fall in autumn. Flowing water flows to Ping Ye Bridge, which does not attract old Sha Ou. I feel empty. I have a sunset, but I'm afraid to go upstairs.

I remember wandering in the snow on the northern border, and the mink and fur were damaged by the cold. Strolling through the ancient forest road and drinking horses along the long Yellow River is like a long river. Traveling to the north is like a short dream. When I woke up, I was still wandering in Jiangnan, and I couldn't help crying in my old capital, Hangzhou. I wanted to write a poem by borrowing red leaves, but I didn't even write a word. The falling red leaves are full of sadness.

You go home with a boat full of white clouds. Who will leave Yu Pei behind and go to Zhongzhou to see the reflection in the water? Fold a reed flower and give it to an old friend far away. The scattered reed flowers reveal a cold autumn. Going to normal wild bridges and flowing water is no longer the familiar Sha Ou. There is infinite emotion in the air, and I dare not go upstairs when the sun goes down.

3.partridge sky

Zhang Yan [Song Dynasty]

Who will play the flute upstairs? The water in front of the mountain is wide and the clouds are low. Swallows are thousands of miles away, and there is pear flower rain.

When repairing and selling, there are only dreams in my hometown. At night, it was not Su Causeway who frowned.

Who played the sad jade emperor upstairs? In front of the mountain, the wide water surface was covered by dark clouds. Swallows are busy nesting again. However, the person I miss is thousands of miles away. I was alone in front of me, only a pear flower accompanied me in the rain.

It's time for pruning, and now it's time to sell sugar. Hometown can only be pursued in dreams. Last night, a new willow tree was folded back from the river. Although not from Su Causeway, it is enough to make me frown.

4. Huanxisha

Qin Guan [Song]

With a chill, alone in the small building, the morning is cool and dreary, as if it were late autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint. Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.

Waves of gentle spring cold hit the small building, and the morning sky was as gloomy as late autumn, which made people feel dull. Looking back at the painting screen, there are faint smoke, gurgling water and faint artistic conception. Liu Xufei is like a dream, and the drizzle falls like my sorrow. Look at the gem-decorated curtains hanging on small silver hooks at will.

5. Recent Love

Zhao Lingzhi [Song Dynasty]

The wind is cold and pink, and it becomes fragrant day by day. New wine adds residual wine, and this spring will not reduce the previous spring resentment.

Butterflies go to the songbirds, but there is nowhere to fly. You can't see the letter from Pisces in the tall building across the water. The waves in the disturbance layer are horizontal, and the sunset is only near dusk.

Flowers are dying, incense is drifting away, and I see red falling again and again every day. The residual wine is still awake, and the new wine is full, which makes me feel lazy and sleepy. The resentment this spring is even worse than last spring. Butterflies flapped away, orioles flew away, and I was ignored. I can only pay attention to the running water in front of the building, and I am eager to see the Pisces letter but I can't see it. Seeing the sun set, dusk came again.