Poetry praising the big locust tree in Shanxi

1. Poems about praising Shanxi

2. Poems about the big locust tree in Hongdong

Poems about praising Shanxi 1. Ancient poems describing Shanxi< /p>

1. "Mount Wutai" - Zhang Shangying of the Northern Song Dynasty

The five peaks are connected to Taixu, so the middle part is called my master's residence. The clouds beside the Poison Dragon Pond are filled with confusion, and there are too few visitors in front of the Tiger Rock.

The mountains are covered with ice and snow, decorated with silver, and fragrant flowers are everywhere. The unfolded seat is three feet long, covering more than 500 mountains and rivers.

Translation: The top of the majestic "Five Terraces" leads directly to the magical sky. The cool wonderland is the most comfortable place for my Buddhist master. Rolling auspicious clouds surround the Poison Dragon Pond, and there are only a few traces of worldly visitors in front of the Tiger Rock.

The mountains full of ice and snow are like pure silver decoration, and the fragrant flowers everywhere are paved with brocade-like paintings. Even though the stretched monk's robe is only three feet long, it already occupies the boundless fertile land of beautiful scenery.

2. "Wandering on the Stone Wall" - Hao Tianting, Jin Dynasty

The cliffs are beautiful in autumn, and the desolate altar is air-conditioned. Wild monks stay with guests for a drink, and mountain birds chirp.

It has reached the peak of prosperity, and has endless feelings of the past and present. A bottle of wine with a great song brings peace to the world.

Translation: The cliffs around the ancient temple are full of autumn colors, but the lonely Buddhist altar is somewhat air-conditioned and refreshing. The mountain monks who had prepared wine and food entertained the guests attentively, and noisy wild birds flew in front of and behind everyone.

The excitement of climbing has reached its peak, and it also bursts with endless nostalgia for the present and the past. Let us raise our glasses and sing a long song, wishing peace and tranquility all over the world.

3. "Climbing the Stork Tower" - Wang Zhihuan of the Tang Dynasty

The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level.

Translation: The setting sun slowly sinks against the Western Mountains, and the mighty Yellow River rushes toward the East China Sea. If you want to see enough of the thousands of miles of scenery, you have to climb to a higher tower.

4. "Climbing the Stork Tower" - Changdang in the Tang Dynasty

Standing on the flying birds, higher than the world. The sky surrounds the plains, and the rivers flow into the broken mountains.

Translation: The Stork Tower is high above the birds, far away from the world. From above you can see the sky covering the flat fields and the rivers flowing into the steep mountains.

5. "The Tomb of Feng Shijun in Crossing Yangquan" - Yuan Haowen of the Jin Dynasty

I can hear a flute leisurely here, and I still remember Dafeng Jun when I live in the mountains. I have seen water being diverted to pour the elixir, and I have even planned to build a pavilion to leave wild clouds.

The day before yesterday, I wore my clothes and smiled, but this year the graves will be deserted. Who is the example of traveling to the rocks in the east? The autumn chrysanthemums and cold springs can still be divided.

Translation: A soft flute sound drifted into my ears from here. Living in the silent Taoist temple, I missed Dalai Feng Jun even more. I have seen the elixir you watered from the clear spring, and we have also agreed to build a mountain pavilion to retain the scattered clouds.

Not long ago, I was teasing you about your broad robe, rich appearance, and big belly. But this year, the old grass has turned into a desolate tomb. Looking at the scholar to the east who is also living in seclusion, Qiu Ju Hanquan's cooking is still so clear.

2. Poems praising Shanxi

To the west of the mountains, to the east of the rivers, to the outstanding people, to the spirit of the land

You are the cradle of China,

You are the hometown of China

The Yellow River flows your blood for thousands of years

Taihang casts your immortal spirit

Ah, Shanxi Shanxi

Our Great Wall will not fall!

You have the warmth of cave dwellings

You have the thickness of loess

Wutai is your uplifted chest

Luliang is your Curved spine

Ah, Shanxi Shanxi

Our eternal mother!

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Sweeping across Liuhe is Tang Zong’s Longxing Jinyang

Ah, Shanxi, Shanxi

The hometown we will never forget!

The Jinzhong Courtyard is your style of integrity

The kang fire in the cave is your cordial greeting

The Yangko dance inspires the liveliness and tenacity of your life

The apricot blossoms decorate your gorgeous face

Ah, Shanxi, Shanxi

Our generations of fellow villagers!

Ice and snow cannot cover your ambitions

Poverty cannot stop the pace of your civilization

Of course, a solid foundation and spiritual foundation

Led by the new concept of civilization,

Ah, Shanxi, Shanxi

Let us move forward together! ! !

3. Articles and poems praising Shanxi

When I was a child, I always wondered, how could this winding road be so long, so that little me would never be able to Can't reach the end of the road.

When I was a child, I always complained about how this closed and crowded town could be so small, so that my little self could never see the end of the sky. When I was a child, I wanted to fly. I always felt that my wings were bound by family affection. I always felt that my dreams were sealed in love, and I was always very impatient.

When I grow up, I can only recall the roads and water in my hometown carefully in my dreams. The lights in the city are very bright, but the one that belongs to me is missing.

The sky in the city is very vast, but it only lacks the pair of wings that can shield me from the wind and rain. The long road to my hometown, now that I think about it, is like a thread, tying up the wandering heart of a wanderer.

The city in my hometown, like a building or a shed, is the eternal spiritual refuge of the wanderer. The years are cold, and the hometown is busy. In the cold night, this longing goes to the forest and the farmland.

Holding corn stalks, playing hide and seek, playing naughty children. The north wind blows, the snowflakes drift, and the music is leisurely.

The foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle. Ten Miles of Golden Beach, Ten Miles of Peach Garden.

How many years will it take to be accompanied by wind and rain? The hardest thing to forget is during summer vacation: catching cicadas under the shade of trees. In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus flowers.

On the seaside: Facing the rough waves, raising the sails and swinging the fishing boats. In the fisherman's song: At night, I don't think about returning.

How much hope is there in the dream? I look back at my hometown with endless affection. The scenery in my hometown is beautiful, and the water in my hometown is sweet.

When will we triumph? Sun chant------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------- Oh, the sun, the sun that hurts my heart! It also forced away the wanderer's dream of returning home, and added to his twelve hours of nine-winded ileum! The sun, the sun that burns like fire! It dries the dew on the tips of the grass, but dries the cold tears in the wanderer's eyes? O sun, the sun driven by six dragons! If I don't have to suffer this daily reprieve, what's the point of running through five years as one day? O sun--the swift golden bird--the sun! Let me ride you around the earth once a day, so that I can see my hometown once a day! Sun, the new rising sun at the corner of the building! Didn’t he just come from our east? Is my hometown still safe at this moment? The sun, the sun from my hometown! Are the official willows in Beijing wrapped in autumn? well! I am as haggard as late autumn! The sun, the ever-running sun! You seem homeless too. ah! Your life experience and mine are equally unimaginable! Oh, the sun, the sun that never ceases to improve itself! Maybe the big universe is your hometown.

Possibly point me in the direction of my hometown? Sun, this is not like my mountains and rivers, sun! The storm here has a different color, and the tunes sang by the birds here are particularly sad. O sun, sun of living fire! But who doesn’t know that you are the passion in the eastern half of the world and the wisdom in the western half of the world? The sun is also the sun of my hometown! Now that I can't go back to my old hometown, I still have to pay for myself by calling you my hometown.

O sun, the sun that shines with all your mercy! When I see you in the future, I will go home once; my hometown is not underground but in heaven! -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Yiju ------------------ -------------------------------------------------- ------------ ——The day before the Double Ninth Festival, the chrysanthemums in the long-necked shrimp celadon vase, the chrysanthemums in the hexagonal crystal vase, the chrysanthemums stored in the wisteria fairy basket; guarding the wine The chrysanthemums in the pot, the chrysanthemums accompanying the pincers; the chrysanthemums that are not yet blooming, are about to bloom, are half blooming, and are in full bloom. The crimson hydrangea with golden edges; the pink hydrangea with broken petals! The lazy Jiangxi Layo has a yellow heart like a beehive hanging upside down, as if it were a purple sunflower.

The chrysanthemum with long petals hugs the heart and dense petals with a flat top; the white chrysanthemum with soft pointed petals and pistils is like the curled paw of a beauty, holding a handful of golden chestnuts in the heart of the fist. Chrysanthemums in front of the eaves, under the steps, beside the fence, in the heart of the garden: chrysanthemums enveloped in mist of light smoke, chrysanthemums washed by the thin drizzle, - yellow on gold, white on jade, green on spring wine, at the bottom of autumn mountains Purple,... cut small red chrysanthemums like autumn roses; yellow chrysanthemums from goose down to bronze; light green real chrysanthemums with purple stems, decorated with small jade tubes, to make the little flower god I stole away at night and played the sheng.

The chrysanthemum king, which is as big as a peony, is extravagant. Its maroon petals, like armor, are all lined with silver; the small chrysanthemum buds like stars are still surrounded by brown ones. The calyx is asleep. ah! Naturally beautiful bottoms are always a bonus! What an autumn masterpiece of our motherland! ah! The flower of the Orient, the flower of the scholar! Isn't Tao Yuanliang, the poetic soul of the East, the incarnation of your soul? Isn't it the auspicious occasion of your birth that the Chongjiu Festival in the motherland is high and high in drinking? You are not like the passionate rose here, nor the humble violet.

You are a flower with history and customs. ah! The most famous flower in China for four thousand years! You have a superb history and elegant customs! ah! What a poet! I think of you, and my heart blossoms into an instant flower, as brilliant as yours; I think of my hometown, our solemn and splendid motherland, and my flower of hope blooms just like yours.

The gentle autumn breeze! Blowing, blowing! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland! I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a cluster of flowers, yellow on gold, white on jade, green on wine in spring, purple on mountains in autumn... and then blow them all away, making the fallen flowers colorful, filling the sky and spreading all over the earth! Autumn breeze! The gentle autumn breeze! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland! I want to praise my flowery motherland! red beans------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- If it were a pond late at night on February 1, the pale white water chestnuts floating on his ripples Flowers are the flowers of lovesickness, oh! His fruit is green, blood-green, and has sharp corners! 32. The cold star! Such a mess! My love! Our destiny is all decided here! 38. When you wake up from a nap, there are red and concave lines on your face. Are you afraid it's a dream soul locked in a chain? When I kiss your cheeks, I kiss your dreams. -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ die------------------- -------------------------------------------------- ----------- ah! My soul to my soul! The life of my life, the failures of my life, the shortcomings of my life, I now have to make up for it on you. But what can I ask of you?

4. What are the poems praising the scenery of Shanxi?

What are the poems praising the scenery of Shanxi?

1. "Occasionally chanting with Taichang Xiao Shaoqing on horseback in the suburbs"

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Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Xu Xuan

The countryside is divided into fields by rain and green, and the flying cover is leisurely walking along the nine-mile embankment.

The breeze blows from the sleeves and the dust can't be picked up. The grassy road in the Sichuan is like a blur.

Lin began to feel that the sky was clearing, and the tide first shocked the shore.

It’s strange that Xianlang’s poems are so good that the broken clouds shine in distant Shanxi.

2. "Song of Luntai to Send Doctor Feng to the Western Expedition"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cen Shen

The trumpet was blown on the first night of Luntai City, north of Luntai City Yangtou fell.

Yu Shu passed by Quli last night, and Chanyu was already in Jinshanxi.

Looking to the west of the garrison, the smoke and dust are black, and the Han soldiers are stationed in Luntaibei.

The general marched to the west with his support, and the flute-playing army marched out in Pingming.

There were drums and snow from all sides, and the three armies shouted for the Yinshan Mountains to move.

The soldiers are so strong that they are still stationed in the clouds, and the bones on the battlefield are entangled with grass roots.

The Jianhe River was windy and the snowflakes were wide, and the horseshoes fell off due to the frozen rocks in Shakou.

King Yaxiang Qin worked hard and swore to repay his lord for peace in the world.

Who has not seen the history of Qing Dynasty in ancient times, but now we see the achievements and fame of the ancients.

3. "Zou Ma Chuan Xing to send Doctor Feng off for the Western Expedition"

Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Cen Shen

Don't you see Zou Ma Chuan Xing is snowing on the seaside, and the sand is flat The vast yellow sky enters the sky.

The wind roared on the September night in Luntai, and the gravel in the river was as big as a bucket.

The stones were scattered all over the ground in the wind. The Xiongnu grass is yellow and the horse is fat,

Smoke and dust are seen flying in the west of Jinshan Mountain, and the Han generals are marching westward.

The generals don’t take off their golden armor at night, and the troops are fighting each other in the middle of the night.

The limelight is like a knife cutting through it. The horse hair is covered with snow and sweat is steaming,

Five flowers and coins are swirled into ice, and the grass and inkstone in the curtain are condensed with water.

The captive cavalry should be frightened when they hear this, but they do not dare to pick up the enemy,

Ximen, the charioteer, stands still to show off his victory.

4. "Shui Diao Ge Tou·Yuan Day to Human Day"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Fan Chengda

From Yuan Day to Human Day, it is not There are dark times. The New Year is full of excitement, and people are everywhere. The sound of long live comes from all over the world, a favor comes with the spring, and the light moves the rooster. Shou's territory is close to the Huanhai Sea and directly across the snowy Shanxi.

Recalling Zeng Yu, Xuan Yu Book, holding gold statue. Now thousands of miles away, my soul is flying around five clouds in the sky. I want to see the grand palace and the three-mountain tower, with my fingers in ocher-yellow clothes. This meeting has never happened in ancient times, and it is even more rare in ancient times.

5. "Thinking of Shu"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You

Coming from the north of Yunzhan, traveling to the snowy Shanxi West.

The story talks about the golden horse, and the traces of the stone rhinoceros are visited.

Leisure is lighter than water, and drinking is as drunk as mud.

The bad walls are covered in dust, who can brush up the old inscriptions!

5. Poems praising Shanxi or the ancient city of Pingyao, please

Poems praising the ancient city of Pingyao in the past dynasties

Praising Zhou Qingshi’s General Platform

[Ming Dynasty] Ren Liangbi

On the Sixth Army Tower of Zhoushi in the mountain city, the distant stars of the world are buried in the purple mist.

There are no iron horses around the general base, and the parapet wall is half covered with moss.

Where are the people who are renovating the palace corridor? The vegetation becomes a forest and the birds return.

Who will dominate the land from now on? The bright moon and the clear breeze can go back.

Jiangtai

[Ming Dynasty] Liang Yao

The traces of Bo Fa are still there today, and people will miss him with emotion for thousands of years.

Every time Bu Ting moves the three-sided flint, who will raise the Six-month Division?

A different generation is like a new sword (Wang Pei), but the deserted platform misses the old flag.

In the holy dynasty, there was no way for Zhang Zhong to assist the country at this time.

Reminiscing about the past at Jiangtai

[Qing Dynasty] Zhu Zongyuan

Looking at the setting sun from the platform, it was once stationed here in Yuanrong.

Pixiu is surrounded by soldiers and soldiers are fighting, and the birds are shouting loudly. The barrier is empty.

It rains all night at Duanjie Ancient Terrace, and the ruins and grass fade into the autumn wind.

Skin skills have not changed with the vicissitudes of life, and the songs of ambition in June are not exhausted.

Emperor Yao Temple

[Qing Dynasty] Liu Xingpu

The towering temple remains in the place where the ancient emperor first sealed it.

The flower city has lasted for tens of millions of years, and it has allowed hundreds of kings to be honored.

Yao Temple

[Qing Dynasty] Lei Renyu

The god Yao has great achievements and the temple looks lush and green.

The vastness of the sky is endless, and the beauty of the scenery has not been forgotten.

I feel nostalgic for the past as I walk up the steps, and think about the prehistoric times when I enter the palace.

In the realm of Mu Tao and Tang Dynasty, there is a phoenix flying in the corner of the city.

Shilou Jinjing

[Qing Dynasty] Wang Shou

The combination of bittern, sinking and fire is different and difficult, and the potential of gold waves is endless.

The official residence was moved to the wall to commemorate Zhenji, so the wall was intact and named Han Gong.

The Five Elements of Qi are good for people's livelihood, and everything in a building a hundred feet tall is like a hero.

Worrying about trivial matters to Jingyang, Zhongxuan lives in Wanshandong.

Phoenix Bird Roost

[Qing Dynasty] Wang Shou

There is a phoenix habitat in the city.

The mortal birds arrive from Wang Xielu, and the flying dragons and their sons order officials to come.

The desolate colorful wings and solitary cloud shadows, the lonely light instrument sits on the grass.

At the top of the Yingchuan talisman in the prosperous times, the article should not be written by Jin Zhao.

Phoenix Terrace

[Qing Dynasty] Leihe Qing

In the phoenix cloud, you can see the ancient terrace.

The vastness invades the blue sky, and it stands unexpectedly near the corner of the city.

Yu recalled the collection of the past, and Tong passed down the old Yin Zai.

Civilization now has an image, and we are looking forward to its coming.

Helan Fairy Bridge

[Qing Dynasty] Wang Shou

The stick makes the breeze cover the clouds, and the water beside the bridge is written side by side.

The elixir is returned and the cauldron is still wandering around the world, but the cranes are buzzing in the sky.

Yinghai medicine blue returns to Jueqiao, Tao Chenghua Qi makes me drunk.

When the sesame rice is served, ask me how much the immortal bone is.

Academy String Song

[Qing Dynasty] Lu Baowen

The sound of reading in all areas of Jingfeng is suitable for politics, education and farming.

The millet is ringed with rain and the rain is moist, and the model is like a house waiting to be completed.

At night, the lanterns and fire shine on the wall, and I ask questions and pass on the scriptures to see who wins or loses.

Hua Ji Xuan Yu should go to this, be careful to end as wise as the beginning.

Academy String Songs

[Qing Dynasty] Ji Buyun

In the prosperous times, literary rule was respected, and string songs continued the ancient style.

I read diligently during the three-day period and studied hard at midnight.

Following the sundial at night and the lantern lighting up forever, we talk about scriptures and customs and worry about the emptiness.

The sound of the piano flows through the courtyard, and the rhyme of the calligraphy spreads from west to east.

The ground is connected to the Fenhe River, and the teacher is the Buling Sect.

I am fortunate to be among the disciples and have a profound understanding of Taoism.

The Wild View of the River Bridge

[Qing Dynasty] Lu Baowen

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and there are piles of paintings in the sky.

The palaces and pavilions are exquisitely decorated with greenery, and the soft sand is scattered by the gulls.

Pedestrians see the rainbow outside, and the piccolo whistles and the rain comes.

Cherish the willow road of Wanxing Palace and wait until it is shaded so that you can go on stage.

6. What is the ancient poem describing "Shanxi"

"Looking at the Tide" Song Dynasty Chen Dewulong stood in Shanxi, Zhejiang passed to the east, and who was left with an arrow.

The phoenix dances and the dragon flies, the land is full of outstanding people, and this kind of honor was established back then. A powerful crossbow and ten thousand heroes.

When Feng Yi retreats, the sea is like a hidden front. The stone is used to form a dike, and hundreds of rivers restrict the west and east.

So far, there are many characters. Respect the mountains for their merits, and nourish the rivers with virtue.

He was extremely happy at the West Lake, but when he crossed to the south with much sorrow, his dream soul was empty. Feelings of ancient hatred are endless.

Sighing for loyalty and ignorance, who will seal the ancient tomb? The Qiantang is filled with muddy wine and tears in the autumn wind.

"Looking at Han Gongdui" Tang Dynasty Cui Di looked at Qinchuan from Han Gongdui, Miaomiaoguan connected to Shanxi. I am a lonely guest thousands of miles away, and I don’t know when I will return.

"Guo Yanzhi Sends Du Wei" Tang Cen went to Yanzhi in Jiuquan Road, Shanxi, where the north wind blew sand rolls and white grass. Chang'an is far away by the sun. Recalling that you are not there makes me grow old.

"Crossing Yanmen Pass" by Liu Changqing, Tang Dynasty Wild geese chase wild sand over the ancient road, and crows turn over and scatter the remaining light on Cangshan Mountain.

The hanging moon in Hutian is far away, and the Han cypresses are frosty and the fire is idle. In the clear green desert place without a trace, the strong wind howls to send people back.

"The Thatched Cottage at the West Peak of Shanshan Mountain" Tang Dynasty Cen Shen built a hut against Zhongyue, and the greenery was always at the door. Then the water and the trees were blocked, and all they did was talk about fishermen and woodcutter.

Que chapters and sentences come in a moment, but I want to relax my mind and soul. The sun disappears in the empty valley, and the sound of cicadas noisy in the dusk village.

In the past, I heard the words of Taoist priests and occasionally saw the source of purity. Hidden for a few days, I read the blowing leaves, and took advantage of the autumn view to return to my roots.

Wander alone to seek help, open a path to attract kings and grandsons. The rain falls down the south stream, and the solitary peak rises out of the east plain.

It is easy to live in a state of confusion. The wild mist blows on the pillow, and the guest sails into the pavilion.

Where is Shang Ping now? Who can comment on this? Standing there, the clouds have gone away, and the green moon is blooming in the garden.

7. What are the modern poems praising Shanxi?

1. To the west of the mountains and to the east of the river,

2. The outstanding people, the spirit of the land, you are from China Cradle,

3. You are the hometown of China, the Yellow River has been flowing with your blood for thousands of years,

4. Taihang has created your immortal soul,

5. Shanxi, Shanxi, the Great Wall that we will not fall down!

6. You have the warmth of cave dwellings and the thickness of loess,

7. Wutai is your uplifted chest, Luliang is your unbent backbone,

8. Shanxi Shanxi our eternal mother!

9. The elegant wind of Zhou Yuan blows the eternal horn, and the Hetuluoshu records the endless voyage.

10. To retreat is the wisdom of Chong'er who tenaciously sweeps the world. Tang Zong’s Dragon Xing Jinyang,

11. Shanxi Shanxi is the hometown we will never forget!

12. The Jinzhong compound is your integrity, the cave fire is your warm greeting,

13. The Yangko dance brings liveliness and tenacity to your life, and the apricot blossoms decorate your face. Gorgeous and high-spirited,

14. Shanxi, Shanxi, our fellow countrymen from generation to generation!

15. Ice and snow cannot cover your ambitions, and poverty cannot stop the pace of your civilization.

16. The solid foundation and spiritual heritage are guided by the new concept of civilization.

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17. Ah, Shanxi Shanxi, let us move forward together!

Modern poetry: Modern poetry is also called "vernacular poetry". It can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty. It is a type of poetry. Compared with classical poetry, although it is written to express feelings about things, it is generally It does not adhere to format and rhythm; modern poetry is free in form, rich in meaning, and the management of images is more important than the use of rhetoric. It completely breaks through the characteristics of ancient poetry of "gentleness and sincerity, sadness but not resentment", and puts more emphasis on free, open and straightforward statements and progressions of "perceivable and communication between the insensible.

Poems about the big locust tree in Hongdong 1. What are the poems about the "big locust tree in Hongdong"

1. "Inscribed on the Locust Tree in the West Road of Hucheng County"

Tang Dynasty: Wu Rong

There are scattered people on this road, and I have known the peaceful wind in the prosperous period. At dawn, the lost sky warship returns to Chunyuan, and at dusk, the Luan flag is sent to Luo Palace. Since then, smoke and dust have spread to Jibei, and there is no news from Guandong.

Now there is only a solitary root, and the birds and insects have not penetrated the mat.

2. "The locust tree in the south hall of Feng Pavilion is half dead, although it is exposed to the sun and finally withers... Fate leads you to chant"

Tang Dynasty: Li Huaiyuan

< p> Ting Huai is old, half-dead and still heartbroken. The leaves are not in the way of the sun, and the branches are sparse and do not hinder the birds.

The curtains and curtains are useless, and the pillars are not in their place. I am ashamed to be on the side of the dragon tower, and I am ashamed to be in the shadow of the phoenix pond.

I can’t say goodbye to the rain and dew, but I still get a hairpin. It's a pity that the business is gone, and the ancient trees are left empty.

3. "Pine Tree"

Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen

Huashan Mountain has tall buildings with tall pines on them. The plants are far away from each other, and the leaves are thick and dense.

Sophora trees are planted along the road, and their branches and leaves are all dark. There is no pure and straight stem, and there are also insects.

Why not plant pine trees to make the breeze blow. It had been planted in the Qin Dynasty, but the haggard planting was not available.

The feeling of a lonely pine tree is not the same as that of a locust tree. I am leisurely on the top of a high mountain, surrounded by dragons and dragons.

Qu is the building of the building, sheltering the marquis and the public. If you refuse to join the army, you will all be in the dust.

4. "Ten Harmony and Answer Poems." and Pine Trees"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The pines on the Tingting Mountain rise to the sun all their lives. The forest towers into the sky, and the branches are hundreds of feet long.

In the desert, there are locust trees in the dust, with Kangzhuang sandwiched between them. It whirls low and covers the ground, and its branches are also ordinary.

In August the white dew falls, and the locust leaves turn yellow. At the end of the year, the mountains are covered with snow, and the pine trees are lush and green.

He is like a gentleman with a heart as clear as ice. This is like a little human face, which changes with the heat and cold.

***Knowing that pine trees are better than locust trees, I sincerely want to plant them beside the road. Yao grass is planted in manure soil, but the Yao grass will not be fragrant in the end.

If you can still use an ax to cut it down, it will become a pillar. He killed himself to obtain his place, and built a bright hall for the king.

Otherwise, I will die of old age in Nangang. Not willing to drop branches and leaves, they follow the rows of locust trees.

5. "Sickness on Qiuxi"

Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe

A broken house is sleepless on a windy and rainy night, and the hometown has no faith in the autumn water.

When I was sick and asked who was sleeping on my pillow, the cicadas sang on the locust tree one by one.

2. Poems about the Big Locust Tree

Song of the Big Locust Tree Wang Jiading Recalling the past when driving on Chang'an Road, I frequently looked at the ruins along the way.

Purundong is covered with dense forest and shade, and residents point to the big locust tree. The dense shade of Huai Village spreads all over the countryside, and people say that it is troublesome to move to their homes.

Farmers and old people love their hometown and live in peace with old customs, and their sexual pleasure is Taoyuan. Suddenly I heard that the imperial edict issued an order to relocate the people, and I was willing to follow my wishes and follow Wan's surname.

The more people there are under the pagoda tree, the better. Who dares to disobey the order of Qianli? Travelers planted crops and planted large fields, and officials compiled household registers again.

From then on, I left my hometown to go to my hometown, leaving the big trees in the air year after year. Year after year, month after month, wind and frost erode the skin.

The branches and leaves have been sparse for hundreds of years, and the old stems have been cut down several times by woodcutter and axe. Jingzi, the gentry of the city, was the most enthusiastic, and he could not afford to sit back and watch the ruins sink.

The whirling old trees are still there, and the handwriting of Chitou is as follows.

Scholars and doctors enjoyed many leisure activities, and their great works praised Jinsu. But now I am tired of my wheels, and I want to climb up when the words come.

Tracing back to the origin, I am also a member of the Huai family, and I hate not to visit my old home. From time to time, Huaiguo country haunts the soul in dreams, and the body is like a cloud lazily coming out of the cave.

When I feel like it, I come to talk and sing the song of Sophora japonica, praying for the toilet in the wall to be empty. Sigh! To the east of the city there was a locust tree from the Han Dynasty, and they wrote poems about it several times.

When he was young, he went to Dahuai and planned to have a drunken cup with the wise men.

3. Poems praising the locust tree

1. The locust tree adds green to its shade. Flowers fall after the rain, and alcoholism continues.

From "Yulin Ling·Huai Yin adds green" by Chao Duanli of the Song Dynasty

Original poem

"Yulin Ling·Sophora shade adds green"

Sophora yin adds green. Flowers fall after the rain, and alcoholism continues. Looking for a pair of apricots standing there, the pond is warm and the mandarin ducks are bathing. But he lies by the window during the day, and it is difficult to sleep enough in the spring.

Sighing about the sweet dreams, none of them have any evidence. The tent is covered with golden flowers and I sit with my eyes fixed.

At that time, *** moved the red candle. Go to the flower room and the small drinking cup. Under the Rose Flowers, there are poems and songs written by two phoenixes. If you feel tired after leaving, you should have fragrant skin and lose weight. When asked about the swallow, he refused to convey his love, and even stayed in a beautiful hall.

Translation

The locust tree has gained new green color. The petals that fell from the rain were scattered all over the floor, and he became ill due to excessive drinking. His life was almost always wandering between drunkenness and illness. I went out to relax in my spare time and found a pair of apricot trees. I stopped and stared at it. In the warm pond, there were pairs of mandarin ducks. I couldn't bear to watch any more, so I left with a sad feeling. I went back to the inner room to take a nap, but I couldn't fall asleep because of my worries. Although I had a good dream, when I woke up everything was empty. The window curtains were surrounded by a bed embroidered with floral decorations, and I was left alone on the empty bed, staring and thinking.

In the past, when the two of them were together, they would move the red candle and admire it at the same time. Facing the flowers, drinking one cup after another, remembering that in the past among the roses, her lover asked herself to write poems on her belt embroidered with the phoenix country. After the separation, the lovers were in low spirits all day long. Their originally plump bodies became thinner due to lovesickness, and they were so thin that their skirts had to be cut to fit them. It is difficult to find the swallows in front of the hall to convey this feeling, why now I enter the gorgeous hall to stay.

2. Sophora green makes the low window dark, while pomegranate illuminates the eyes.

From "Nan Gezi·Locust Tree Green and Low Window Darkness" by Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty

Original poem

"Nan Gezi·Locust Tree Green Low Window Dark"

Sophora green makes the window dark, while pomegranate illuminates the eyes. The beauty invites me to stay away. Helplessly, the sail is misty and rainy, but the boat is light.

The willow leaves wrinkle with the song, and the pear blossoms shed tears. Farewell is not as good as meeting. Tonight, the moon is bright on the river, and I have just woken up from the wine.

Translation

The dark green locust leaves are slightly dark in the bright window room, and the bright red pomegranate flowers are in full bloom and dazzling. The beauty invites me to stay for a while without having to travel far. Unfortunately, the departure date has arrived, and the boat is sailing gently in the misty rain. I saw her willow eyebrows furrowed together with Li Ge, and her pear-shaped face had tears streaming down her face. The parting scene is indeed not like the joyful feeling when we first met. Tonight, on the river under the moonlight, I was drunk and just sobered up in the boat.

3. Changting Road with green locust trees and smoked willows.

From "The Green Jade Case·The Changting Road with Green Locust and Willow Smoke" by Huihong of the Song Dynasty

Original poem

"The Green Jade Case·The Green Locust Smoke and Willow Changting Road"

Changting Road with green locust trees and smoked willows. I hate to take second place and separate. Days are as difficult as years. Looking back at Gaocheng, the dusk clouds have completely obscured the view, making it difficult to see where anyone can see.

It’s almost dusk at Xie’an Hotel. I secretly recall Ding Ning’s thousands of words. How much love is there in an inch of tenderness. Thin quilt, lonely pillow, dreaming back to the quiet, invading Xiaoxiao rain at dawn.

Translation

On the Changting Road, the locust trees are green and the willows are as green as smoke. I hate that (I) walk in a hurry, (the long road reminds me) that we have parted. The lingering sorrow makes people feel that one day seems like a year, and I don’t know how to spend it. Looking back at the tall city wall in the distance, it has been blocked by dusk clouds. Where is the end of the line of sight?

When it was getting dark, I took off my saddle and stayed in the hotel, secretly recalling the thousands of whispers my lover said before leaving. How much affection is contained in an inch of tender intestine? Nowadays, I only have a thin quilt and a lonely pillow to accompany me. When I wake up from my dream in the middle of the night, it is the dead of night, and at dawn, the spring rain is falling outside the window.

4. Sanhuai only allows three male faces, and there are several famous halls.

From "Ode to the Sophora japonica" by Hong Hao of the Song Dynasty

Original poem

"Ode to the Sophora japonica"

The shoulders are relaxed and the skirts are slanted on the bank , Tingyin is elegantly called Zhui Liuxia.

Sanhuai only allows three male faces, and there are several famous halls.

Translation

Put down your burden, open your clothes, and push your headscarf to a side. The coolness of the courtyard just matches the gorgeous sunset on the horizon. Only big figures like Sangong are qualified to sit in front of Sanhuai. How many of them can leave their names in the court?

5. The dense leaves cannot be painted in the shade, but the rolling blinds make the eyes clear.

From "Two Ancient Locust Trees in Front of the Window" by Qiu Wanqing of the Song Dynasty

Original poem

"Two Ancient Locust Trees in Front of the Window"

The dense leaves and numerous shadows cannot be painted, but the rolling blinds can only clear the eyes.

The heat in the world has no place to come from, and the windows of Winning Xuan are exceptionally clear.

Translation

The large locust trees in the courtyard are like open green umbrellas, bringing bursts of coolness. Although the curtains are rolled up, a pool of light and softness is created; the weather is hot and there is no place to go, but there is a cool breeze blowing outside the window.