Poetry related to style

After the rain, they became famous together, and Qingcai bought wine and cooked (Ye Mengde)

The fallen flowers have danced before the style, and the yellow rain has been sent.

Half of Xiaolai's courtyard is red, but it is so light that the sky is clear.

Yin joined hands with him and drank a glass of wine.

Beauty doesn't have to gather her eyebrows, and I'm sentimental, but I can't help it.

Yang Liuzhi Ci (Cui Daorong)

Fog and smoke grind for a spring, and the years seem to be dyed new.

It should be called romantic line, which won people from east, west, north and south.

Moshanxi (Du Fu)

Spring breeze is like a guest, but it is a prosperous master. Red and purple flowers are not in full bloom, and there are thousands of trees in the south of the Yangtze River. A new fire, how many tired guests, slender waist and willow, I don't know how to worry, still dancing in front of the customs. Outside, birds are whispering in pairs. Ask me not to go home, there are beautiful women, it's cold and dusk. When you are old, you only know spring. Jiangtou Road brings spring and brings it back.

Snow will clear up when it meets strong winds (land tour)

If the style of snow is scattered, the snow will stop the wind.

Ji went to the window, and I felt sick when it was warm.

On the tenth day of wealth last spring, * * * was satisfied with the timing.

Take a bath in the morning, and your hair is full of mirrors.

There is no guest in front of the door, lying silently, making a dust handle.

Zhu Cong, if you feel it, give me a lonely song.

February 2nd (Li Shangyin)

Jiang Shangxing, February 2nd,

The east wind warms blowing sheng.

Flowers, beards, eyes, hooligans,

Purple butterflies and wasps have feelings.

Wan Li recalled Yuan Liangjing,

Engaged in yafu camp for three years.

Xintan doesn't understand the wishes of tourists.

A more stylish night rain under the eaves.

Miscellaneous star (Lutong)

I don't understand the meaning and wisdom, and I love people when I see them rich. Waiting for wine,

It's easy to kill sheep and cattle. Don't worry, you will save money for music and songs, you will be strong and excited.

There are so many dishes in the kitchen that the abbot hates them. The speed at which the eagle leaps,

My lips are rotten and my teeth are rotten. In what period, happiness will become a disaster, and disaster will destroy the family.

Yesterday, I was not as sad as you, but today, I am not as sad as you. Whether Thailand and Thailand have no definite owners,

Lazy to learn. Green wine and clear piano are good for your health, and it is unintentional to take it out.

Three or five books, old ideas and five thousand new moral principles.

Pan-Yellow River (Meng Jiao)

Who opens the Kunlun source and flows out of the chaotic river? The style of accumulating rain is like waves.

The incense is whistling and the guests are sobbing. If you have a grudge, you can't wash it, and it's empty after it.

Zhang Qian's Views and Answers to Fu Yun (Su Shi)

At dusk, the painting style has changed, and at midnight, the moon is still in the sand.

According to "Bian Zhi", the Jade Peak, the Buddhist temple is bright, and people are separated by the sea of clouds in Huai.

Come and ask for a letter to welcome three whites, and six flowers will be scattered without fragrance.

Bobo, gardenia and snowflake are all six out.

) Want to tell Xian to keep watch, but Lin Wu fought with his horse.

Without hands, spring wins, and new poems make it crisp.

If you are drunk, you will lose your tassel, and if you dream back, you will be saved.

You should be dizzy when traveling, and I am hungry at night.

Tomorrow, the spring scenery in Nanshan will move. I wonder who is wearing a purple pot.

Three Bamboo Paintings Collected by Shu Chaobu (Su Shi)

When you can draw bamboo, you can see bamboo instead of people.

I didn't see anyone alone, but I left my body.

Its body and bamboo are infinitely fresh.

There is nothing in Zhuang Zhou's world that knows this concentration.

If there is no one today, this bamboo would rather be repaired.

That will spring worm pen, painting style in the willow.

Look at the cliff, the skinny snake is walking.

Keep this cream stick and return to the Jianghu in time.

The tide is noisy, and the whole family smells porridge.

Dynasties come and go, and the tombs are frosted with bamboo.

Poor sir, alfalfa in the sun.

My poem is very solid, which can make food meatless.

My old poem says: You can eat without meat, and you can't live without bamboo.

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Write poems about snow and leave poems about mountains and rivers (Su Shi)

Huang Chi dam leaves on Wansongling Mountain, carrying wine and stepping through the snow, are loose every year.

Who will come back after Liu Lang leaves? People will be blocked under the flowers.

Dong Zhai sat looking for snow at night, and the frost on his hands must be broken.

Ruthless and afraid of ridicule, wear curtains and blow lights.

One by one, the sons and daughters are fighting for it, but the Blue Ocean Whale King has no choice.

In the morning, the clouds meet the sky, and my little poem is like a dot.

Ouyang Chenzhao is outdoors, cleaning the atrium and scattering sawdust.

Although making friends is like snow, a glimpse of gathering and parting customs.

Clear light melts a foot of mud and there is nothing to say.

Let the muddy road go smoothly, don't lean on the horseshoe like iron.