300 Tang poems 1-50
010 Du Fu: a good man
There are good people, living in the valley.
From the cloud, the family, the grass and the trees.
In the middle of the past, the brothers were killed.
The official height of the theory, not to receive bone meat.
The world is bad, all things go with the candle.
A hu *** and is thin, a new man is like a jade.
When it comes to knowing, the mandarin duck is not alone.
But see the newcomer laugh, that old man cry!
In the mountain spring water, the mountains and rivers are cloudy.
The servant and maidservant sell the Pearl back and lead the hut.
The flowers are not plugged in, and the cypresses move in.
The sky is thin and the cuff sleeves are thin, and the dusk leans on the bamboo.
011 Du Fu: one of the two dreams of Li Bai
The farewell of death has been sore.
There is no news in the south of the Yangtze River.
My old man comes into my dream, and I have a long memory.
You are in the net, why do you have wings?
Fear is not the soul, the distance is not measurable.
The soul comes to the maple forest green, and the soul returns to the black.
The moon is full of the roof, and the color is still in doubt.
The water is so deep that it does not make the dragon.
012 Du Fu: Dream Li Bai two two
The floating clouds are all day long, and the Wanderers do not reach them for a long time.
Three night frequency dream gentleman, love to see monarch meaning.
It is often awkward to return, and it is not easy to make a bitter way.
There are many waves in the rivers and lakes.
If you go out and scratch the white head, if you have a flat life.
The crown is full of JINGWAH, and the people are haggard.
Which is the cloud net, and the old man is tired.
A thousand years of age, lonely behind.
013 Wang Wei: Farewell
Go down and drink your wine and ask you where you are.
You are not proud of you, and go back to the south mountain.
But go to the *** ell, the white clouds are endless.
014 Wang Wei: give up undiving and return to the home
There is no hermit in the sundae.
It makes Dongshan guest not to take care of Wei.
To the Golden Gate far, which is the cloud and the right?
Jianghuai cold food, Jing Luo sew spring clothes.
Drink Changan Road, the same heart and I violated.
It's not a few blows.
The distant tree belt walks the guest, the lonely city falls the light.
I do not want to use, do not say a few.
015 Wang Wei: Qingxi
Words into the Yellow River, every green stream.
There will be a thousand miles with the mountain.
In the sound of the rocks, the color is quiet in the dark.
The ripple rippling, clarified reed.
My heart is free, and so is Qingchuan.
Please leave the stone on the stone, and the fishing will go away.
016 Wang Wei: Wei Chuan field
The slanting light falls in the ruins, and the cattle and sheep in the streets go back.
The old man reads the shepherd boy, leaning on his stick and waiting for him.
The pheasant shows the wheat seedling, and the mulberry leaves are thinly hibernate.
Tian Fu hoe hoe, meet the language of Yi Yi.
This is the envy of leisure and leisure.
017 Wang Wei: Xishi chanting
Bright color world heavy, xishning a long time.
The dynasty is the Yuexi woman, the twilight is the Wu palace concubine.
What is the base of the sun?
An inviting man is not a robe.
The gentleman favours the beautiful, the gentleman pity is not.
At that time, there was no way to go with the car.
Thank you for your neighbors.
018 Meng Haoran: Cho Deng orchid mount five
In the white clouds in the north mountain, the hermit is happy.
The hope begins to rise, and the heart goes out with the wild goose.
In the late twilight of sorrow, it is the hair of the Qing Dynasty.
When it comes to the village, the sand bank has a rest.
On the edge of the tree, if the chestnut, Riverside like the moon.
He was drunk and drunk the heavy sun.
019 Meng Haoran: Summer South Pavilion white
The mountain light falls to the west, and the moon rises to the East.
It's cool in the night, open and open.
The wind sends the aroma and the bamboo drops.
If you want to take the piano, I hate the sounds of ignorance.
I feel the old man, the dream of the night.
020 Meng Haoran: the house of the master of the hotel is not so big
The setting sun is in the west ridge.
The moon is cold and the wind is full.
The woodcutter is in the first place, and the *** oke and bird are in the first place.
When the son of the son comes, the Guqin will wait for the path.
021 Wang Changling: playing with Tsai sho Tsai for the month,
At the time of high lying south Ramadan, the beginning of the curtain was spit at the beginning of the moon.
Light water wood, rippling in the window.
It is a few emptiness, the clarification of the ancient times.
The beauty of Qingjiang, the night, the more bitter.
How the thousand li, the breeze blows Landu.
022 Qiu is: find the West Mountain Hermit
Top one maouz, straight up thirty miles.
There is no servant, but only a few cases.
If it is not a wood car, it should be the catch of autumn water.
The difference is not the same.
In the new rain, it's loose in the evening window.
And Zi Qi is very quiet, self-sufficient to swing the ear.
Although there is no guest idea, it is quite clear.
When you go down the mountain, why do you want to wait for it?
023 Qi without diving: Spring pan of the brook
There is no broken meaning, and this goes with me.
The evening wind blows the boat, and the road goes into the mouth of the stream.
The night turns to the West.
The *** oke of the pool dissolves and the forest is low back.
Living and pervaded, wish to be an old man.
024 regular construction: the residence of Wang Changling in seclusion
Qingxi is deep and unpredictable, but the hidden place is soliton.
In a *** all moon, the light is the king.
The shadow of the residence of the Mao Pavilion, the medicine courtyard nourishing the moss.
Yu Yixie went to the West Mountain Luan cranes.
025 Cen Shen: and Gao Shi Xue according to the map of the mosque
The tower of the tower is gushing, and the temple is towering alone.
When the world goes out, the dish is empty.
Abrupt pressure Shenzhou, lofty as the ghost worker.
Four horns hindering the day, the seven layer of the sky.
A glimpse of a tall bird.
If the mountain is in the mountains, it is like the East.
The green locust clips the road, the Palace Museum is exquisite!
The autumn is coming from the west, and the glob is in the middle.
On the northern part of the Wuling mausoleum, thousands of ancient Mongolia and Mongolia.
A net reason can be realized.
The oath will go to the crown.
026 yuan knot: the thief retreats the officials in order
At the age of Kui Mao, the Western thieves entered the state of the road, burning and killing. Next year, the thieves will attack Yongzhou again, break the Shaw, and do not commit this
How can the state be able to make the enemy? Gammon's pity! All history is to endure hardships to collect! A poem of the former
Show the official.
The old age is the Taiping, the mountain forest is twenty years.
The fountain is in the house, and the hole is in front of the door.
There is a regular period of the well tax, and the Japanese Yan still has to sleep.
All of a sudden, it was a few years old.
Now, in the county of canis, the mountain has come again.
The city thieves are not slaughtered, and the poor are poor.
It is in the neighbouring state that the state has a unique view.
The envoy to the king's life is not as good as the thief!
It makes the people collect the people, and they are forced to fry them.
Who can kill a man to be a wise man.
A spiny ship is made with a pole.
将家就鱼麦，归 *** 湖边。
The home is the fish and wheat, to the side of the old river.
027 things: in the rain of the county and the collection of the scholars of the scholars
Soldiers and Wei Sen painted a halberd.
When the sea winds up, the pond is cool.
The vexed guests are nearly dissipated, and the guests are full.
I am ashamed to live in a good place.
Attention is not sent, sex is forgotten.
The fresh fertilizer is forbidden, and the fruits and vegetables are good to see.
Drink a cup of wine and listen to the jade seal.
The body of God is light and wants to linger.
The history of the Wu Zhong Sheng Wen, the group Yan today and the ocean.
It is well known that the big and Tubo land is said to be strong in wealth.
028 things: the primary school of the Yangtze River
Dearly beloved, *** oke in general.
To this end, where to meet.
The world goes on the boat and lives along the migration.
029 things: a Taoist in the mountains of Quanjiao
Today, the county is cold, and miss the mountain guests.
In the bottom of the stream, it comes to the boiled white stone.
If you want to hold a ladle of wine, it is a great comfort to the wind and rain.
The fallen leaves are full of empty hills.
030 Wei Ying: Changan meets Feng Zhao
The guests come from the East, and the rain in the Ba Ling.
Ask the guest what to come for, pick the mountain for buying an axe.
The flower is open, and the new milk is raised.
Last spring, there are several threads in the temples.
031 Wei Ying: Xuyi County of the evening
The sails amused Huai town and stopped the boat in the solitary post.
The vast wind waves, the dark day Shen Xi.
People return to the mountains, and the wild goose is white.
One night's memory of the Qin Guan, the clock is not sleeping.
032, the East Suburb
The office of the officials all year round, the outskirts of the clear dawn.
Yang Liu and the wind, Aoyama Go worry.
According to the rest of the Bush, the edge of the river is returned.
When the rain is haze, where is the spring dove?
The joy of the heart repeatedly stops, and the deeds are sharp.
At the end of the end of the world, the mousse is so common.
033 things: send the young woman
Long time and so on, travel more leisurely.
Women now have a line, and the river goes back to the light boat.
The elder generation is hard to rely on.
The young are bred for long, and two do not weep.
It's hard to stay in the midgut.
I'm worried about my own *** all absence.
Lyzto makes the door open and the benevolence is free.
How do you spend the week?
To comply with the women's way, the tolerance is to follow it.
Do not leave this morning, see Er when autumn.
It is difficult to live in leisure.
归来视 *** ，零泪缘缨流。
Return to the young girl, zero lacrimal border tassel flow.
034 Liu Zongyuan: morning attainments of super normal school reading Zen classics
Swabbing well gargle cold teeth, clear heart and dust clothes.
Spare the book of shellfish, step out of the East Ramadan read.
The true source is not to take, forget the trace of the world.
The remains of the word can be Hades, and how do you make it ripe?
The Taoist statics, the moss and the deep bamboo.
The sunrise mist remainder, the pine is like the cream.
Don't say what you say.
035 Liu Zongyuan: a stream
Long for the hairpin group tired, fortunately this southern exile.
In the vicinity of the farm, I am like a mountain forest.
Daybreak and grass, the night list ringing streams.
There is no man in the coming and going, a long song of Chu and Tian Bi.
036 Wang Changling: a slug
Cicadas empty mulberry forest, August Xiao Guan Road.
The stopper comes into the plug, and everywhere.
I have always been old in the sand field.
Do not learn the knight errant.
037 Wang Changling: a slug
The horse ferry the autumn water, the water cold wind resembles the knife.
In plain sand, Lintao is seen in the dark.
In the past, the battle of the Great Wall was high.
The yellow dust is foot in the ancient time, the white bone is disorderly.
038 Li Bai: Guan Shan moon
The moon is out of the Tianshan Mountains and between the vast clouds and the sea.
The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.
In the Han Dynasty, bun Deng Tao, Hu peeping to the Gulf of Qinghai.
There are no people in the field of war.
The garrison looks at the color, and thinks more bitterness.
When the tall building is this night, the sigh should not be idle.
039 Li Bai: four song at midnight: Spring Song
In Qin Dynasty, the female is on the side of the green water.
On the green strips of plain hand, the red makeup is fresh and fresh.
The silkworm's concubine wants to go, and five horses do not leave.
040 Li Bai: song at midnight at four: summer song
Three hundred Li in Jinghu.
In May, people saw the pass of the West.
Back to the boat does not wait for the moon, return to the royal family.
041 Li Bai: song at midnight at four: autumn song
For a month in Changan, tens of thousands of households rammed their clothes.
The autumn wind blows out, and the jade is always closed.
He Riping, the expeditionary man, the expedition?
042 Li Bai: four song at midnight: winter song
The post of the Ming Dynasty made a hair and a robe of the night.
A plain hand is cold, and the scissors are the scissors.
The tailor sent a long way to Lintao in a few days.
043 Li Bai: the chief executive
Concubine hair first overburden, folding door front play.
Lang rides a bamboo and horse, and moves round the bed to get the green plum.
In the cohabitation long, two little guesses.
Fourteen for the gentleman, shame face not open.
Low head to dark wall, a thousand calls do not return.
Fifteen start the eyebrow, the same dust and ash.
Always hold the letter of the column, and watch the table!
Sixteen monarch long journey, Qu Tang Yan prepile.
May can not touch, the ape sounded in the sky.
In front of the door, a lifetime of green moss.
The depth of the moss cannot be swept, and the fallen leaves and the autumn wind are early.
In August, butterflies come and fly to the west garden.
Feel this hurt my heart, sitting sad red face old.
Three bars in the morning and evening.
Meet not far, until the wind and sand.
044 Meng Jiao: strong female exercise
The Chinese parasol will be old, and the mandarin duck will die.
The chastity woman is precious to the hu *** and, she is also the same.
The waves are not sworn, and the concubine is in the well.
045 Meng Jiao: a wanderer
The thread of the mother's hand, the jacket of the wandering body.
There is a close sew.
Who said the inch of the heart, reported three spring?
046 Chen Ziang: a song in the state of the state
The ancients were not seen before, and the visitors were not seen later.
Read the heaven and earth, only sorrowful and snot!
047 Li Qi: ancient meaning
Men's Long March, little *** all Yan guest.
Betting on the horse's hoofs is seven feet light.
A manslaughter must be like a hedgehog.
Huang Yun long bottom white snow fly, do not have to repay no return.
Liaodong young woman year fifteen, the inertial Pipa to solve the song and dance.
This is the sound of the Qiang flute, which makes my three army tears like rain!
048 Li Qi: send Chen Zhangfu
In April, the southern wind barley was yellow, and the jujube flowers were not long.
Qingshan is still seen at dusk, and hizhi goes out to think of his hometown.
Chen Hou set up what to do, the tiger's eyebrows are still big.
Ten thousand volumes of books are stored in the abdomen, and they are not willing to bow their heads.
The wine of the East Gate drinks me Cao, the heart is light and all things are all hair.
I do not know the twilight of the day.
The wave of the long river is even dark.
Zheng Guo's visitors are not home, and the Luoyang line sighs.
To hear the way, so the forest is more acquainted, what is the recall of the official yesterday?
049 Li Qi: the song of the piano
The owner has a wine and tonight, please Sonata Guangling guest.
The moon is half flying at the city head, and the frost is sad and the wind comes into the clothes.
The candles in the copper furnace were added, and the Chu imperial concubine was first shot.
All the animals are quiet, and the four speechless stars want to be thin.
After the Qing and Huaihe envoy in the more than a thousand years, dare to tell Yunshan from then on.
050 Li Qi: listen to Dong Da playing Hu Hu voice and send a message to the room.
Tsai women made a sound, a shot of ten and eight.
The beard was tearful and grasses, and the Han made the broken intestine to the guest.
The ancient garrison beacon beacon fire cold, the great famine Shen Shenfei snow white.
First, whisper the string, the horn and the feather.
Dong Fuzi, the divine, the deep mountain eavesdropping on the goblin.
The word later is more quick all should be hand in hand, will turn round and round like to have the feeling.
There are hundreds of birds scattered in the mountains, and the clouds are cloudy and clear.
Hizi acid young goose lost the night, cut off the love of Hu's mother.
Sichuan is the quiet wave, and the bird strikes.
The home of the Wu Sun Tribe is far from home.
The tone of the quiet tone suddenly floats, and the long wind blows Lin Yu.
At the end of the spring, the wild deer walked down the hall.
Changan city even East tuci, Phoenix pool to the green door.
The name and the benefit of the high talent, the emperor of the sun and the eve