What poems describe "the sky is blue", "the wind is cool" and "the green hills are continuous"?

Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.

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Autumn is coming, and the scenery in the northwest frontier is different from that in Jiangnan. The geese flew back to Hengyang again, without any intention of staying. At dusk, when the army's horn blows, the surrounding sounds also rise. In the mountains, the twilight is heavy, the mountains are sunset, and the solitary door is closed.

After drinking a glass of turbid wine, I can't help thinking of my hometown thousands of miles away. I failed to defeat an enemy like Dou Xian, and I failed to make a decision earlier. Melodious Qiangdi sounded, the weather was cold and the ground was covered with frost and snow. Late at night, the soldiers couldn't sleep well: the general's beard and hair turned white because of military action; The soldiers have been guarding the border for a long time, and they also shed sad tears.

2. At the meeting, Hua thanked Chun Hong.

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. (Leave one work each: leave one person)

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The safflower in the forest has withered, and the flowers are blooming and falling. I'm really in a hurry to leave. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night?

Red flowers falling everywhere are wet by rain, like rouge on the cheeks of a tearful beauty. Flowers and people who love flowers are congenial. When can we meet again? There are always too many resentments in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.

3. Liang Zhu, silk, chrysanthemum, sorrow, smoke, blue tears.

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. (Two-way escape: two-way departure, hate and suffering; One-way departure, bitter)

Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?

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In the morning, the chrysanthemum outside the railing was covered with a layer of sad smoke, and the orchid dew seemed to be crying dew. Between the screens, there was a faint chill, and a Shuang Yanzi flew away. Yue Ming didn't understand the pain of parting, and oblique Yin Hui went into Zhuhu Lake until dawn.

Last night, the west wind was fierce and dried up the green trees. I climbed the tall building alone and watched the road disappear at the end of the world. I want to send a letter to my lover. But the mountains are endless and the water is endless. I don't know where my sweetheart is.

4. "When a plum is cut, the red lotus root fragrance can make the jade fall"-photo by Song Liqing

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. I can't eliminate this situation, but I frown, but I care.

Translation:

The lotus flower is exhausted, the fragrance has disappeared, and the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, showing a strong autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? It's time for the geese to line up and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full.

Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, wandering by themselves, a kind of parting acacia, affecting two leisure worries. Ah, it can't be ruled out that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart.

5, "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"-Ma Yuan Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water,

The ancient road and the west wind are thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Translation:

At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree with withered vines and made a piercing cry. Under the small bridge, the running water jingles, and the farmhouse next to the small bridge raises smoke.

On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.