1. Ancient poems about homework
Ancient poems about homework 1. What are the poems that describe "a lot of homework"
Describe "a lot of homework" "It can be said that there are almost no poems.
Here are some sentences about "a lot of homework":
1. The dense text makes me blind, and my hand is deformed when I write.
2. There are as many homeworks as the snow on the snow-capped mountains and the hair on the cows.
3. Homework piles up like a mountain, and the exercise books are as endless as a sea of ??learning.
4. The clock on the wall has reached twelve o'clock, but I am still writing my homework under the electric light. Mathematics, Chinese and English, no homework should be missing. There are even more assignments in the minor subjects of science, art and social studies.
5. Since ancient times, no one has died and will continue to do homework in the next life.
6. Dear homework, what time do you want me to go to bed tomorrow morning?
7. Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to do your homework.
8. There is no update on Swallow tonight because I am doing homework.
9. Dark clouds are threatening to destroy the city, and homework is overwhelming everyone.
10. The wind is rustling and the water is cold. I will never return to my homework.
11. There are as many homeworks as there are stars in the sky!
12. I moved the tip of my pen exhaustedly, listening to the ticking of the wall clock. It seems like the homework is never finished.
13. After searching for him for thousands of times, I suddenly looked back and saw that the man was doing his homework.
14. There is a bright moonlight in front of my bed, and I am doing my homework. I raise my glass to the bright moon, and I am doing my homework. I sat up in shock because I was dying of illness. I haven’t done my homework today.
15. There is a lot of homework. The brand new homework book was completed in less than two days.
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Sad and sad, the sun disappears over the mountains;
There are countless lights in thousands of houses, and the pens under the lamps keep writing;
Homework is like a sky full of stars. When will we be able to pick them all?
Let’s do it!
Revolution and hard work, tomorrow’s exam is sure to be done
Big exam and small exam, Li Liyuan is going to grass;
Eight main lessons, seven exams, and one test Long-distance running;
Some people are serious and some are making trouble, some are doing the questions and others are copying;
Tired!
After all the hard work, I finally passed the exam
Early in the morning, spring sleep is not dawn;
The moon is bright, the stars are rare, and the chickens have not crow, so getting up early to read is good for your health ;
The mountain of books in front cannot be pushed down, and the sea of ????learning cannot be avoided behind;
Alas!
Breakfast tasteless!
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2. Poems about homework (urgent)
Cen Shen
"White Snow" Song to Send Judge Wu Back to the Capital"
Attached: Original poem "Bai Xue Song to Send Judge Wu Back to the Capital" --
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, Hu Tian will fly in August Snow.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horn and bow cannot be controlled, and the guard's iron coat is cold and cold.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes.
Snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the wind blows and the red flag remains frozen.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.
You are nowhere to be seen on the winding mountain road, and there is only a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
3. I am doing my homework (I need 20 ancient poems urgently)
"Inscribed on Jinling Ferry" by Zhang Hu Jinling Jindu is a small mountain building, where travelers can worry about staying overnight.
In the slanting moon on the river at night when the tide is falling, two stars and three stars are shining in Guazhou. "Recent Examination on Zhang Shuibu" Zhu Qingyu The red candles were lit in the bridal chamber last night, waiting to pay homage to my uncle in front of the Xiaotang Hall.
After putting on makeup, I asked my husband in a low voice, "How dark is my eyebrows?" "Going to Wuxing, Deng Leyouyuan" by Du Mu In the Qing Dynasty, there was a sense of incompetence, and leisurely love, lonely clouds, and quiet love for monks. If you want to conquer the rivers and seas, you will enjoy traveling in the plains and looking at Zhaoling.
"Mooring in Qinhuai" by Du Mu The smoke cage is cold and the moon is caged in the sand. I am mooring in Qinhuai at night near a restaurant. The merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river.
"To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou" Du Mu The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered since autumn. Twenty-Four Bridges On a moonlit night, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute? "Reminiscences" by Du Mu The down-and-out Jianghu is in the wine shop, with a slender waist and light palms.
After ten years of dreaming of Yangzhou, he won the reputation of a brothel. "Autumn Evening" by Du Mu The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.
The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega. "One of Two Farewell Songs" by Du Mu Pingping has been curling up for more than thirteen years, and the cardamom leaves are in early February.
The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain. "Farewell Song No. 2" Du Mu is passionate but always seems to be ruthless, but he can't laugh in front of the bottle.
The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn. "Golden Valley Garden" Du Mu The prosperous things disperse the fragrance and dust, and the flowing water is ruthless and the grass springs from spring.
At dusk, the east wind sings the birds, and the falling flowers look like people who have fallen from a building. "Night Rain Sends to the North" by Li Shangyin You asked about the return date but the date has not yet been announced. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? "Sui Palace" Li Shangyin If martial law is not enforced when traveling to the south in Xingxing, who will save the letter of remonstrance in Jiuchong? The spring breeze brings the whole country to cut the palace brocade, half of it is made of mud and half of it is made of sail. Yaochi Li Shangyin Yaochi Amuqi’s window is open, and the singing of yellow bamboo moves the earth in mourning.
The eight horses traveled thirty thousand miles in a day. Why didn’t King Mu do it all over again? "Chang'e" by Li Shangyin The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, the long river is gradually setting and the dawn stars are sinking. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
"Jia Sheng" Li Shangyin The propaganda office seeks talents and visits ministers, but Jia Sheng's talents are even more unreasonable. It's a pity that we sit down at the front table in the middle of the night and don't ask about the common people or the ghosts and gods! "The Resentment of Yao Se" by Wen Tingyun Dreams cannot come true on a bed of ice and silver, the sky is as clear as water and the clouds are light at night.
The sound of wild geese is far away from Xiaoxiang, and the moon shines brightly on the twelfth floor. "Jinling Map" Wei Zhuang The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the Six Dynasties are like birds singing in the sky.
The most ruthless willow is Taicheng Liu, who is still smoking ten miles across the embankment. "Journey to Longxi" Chen Tao vowed to sweep away the Xiongnu regardless of his own safety, and five thousand mink and brocade mourned Hu Chen.
The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a boudoir dream! "Sending People" Zhang Bi Farewell Meng Yiyi arrived at Xie's house, the small corridor turned round and slanted. There is only the sentimental moon in the spring garden, which shines upon the fallen flowers for those who have left.
"Magpie Bridge Immortal" -- Qin Guan, Song Dynasty The clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han people cross the vast distance in secret. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and you can’t bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on your way back! If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? "Feng Qiwu" - Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty Standing and leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the extremely sad spring, and the sky is gloomy.
In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word to say. I plan to get drunk with the madness, and sing to the wine, and the strong music is still tasteless.
My clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. I feel haggard because of the beauty. "Su Mu Zhe" - Fan Zhongyan The blue sky, the yellow leaves on the ground, the autumn colors are rolling, and the cold smoke is green on the waves.
The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. The soul of the dark country is chasing my thoughts on the journey, unless I leave good dreams to sleep every night.
Sitting alone and leaning high in the Mingyue Tower, the wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. "Sheng Chazi, Yuan Xi" - Ouyang Xiu Last year on Yuan Eve, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day, the moonlight was on the tops of the willow trees, and people made appointments after dusk.
On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and the lights are still the same. I can't see anyone from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are filled with tears.
"The Ugly Slave? The Middle Wall of Shubo Mountain Road" - Qiji of the Song Dynasty The young man did not know the feeling of sorrow and fell in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words.
Now that I know all the sorrow, I can’t stop talking. I wanted to give it up, but I said it was a cool autumn.
"Partridge Sky? Farewell" - Nie Shengqiong The jade flowers are sad and sad out of Fengcheng, and the lotus flowers are green downstairs. The one in front of you sings the song of Yangguan, and everyone else sings the fifth song.
Look for a good dream, but it’s hard to come true. Who knows how I feel at this moment? Tears fall on my pillow and rain falls on my steps, dripping into the morning through the window.
"Eight Sounds of Ganzhou" --Liu Yong The dusk rain sprinkles on the river sky to wash away the autumn. The wind is getting colder and frostier, the Guanhe River is deserted, and the remaining light shines on the building.
This is a place where the reds and greens are fading and the flowers are gone. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words.
I can’t bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the dimness of my hometown, and it’s hard to let go of my thoughts. Sighing at the traces of the past years, why is there so much suffering left behind? I want to see a beautiful woman makeup in the building, but I miss it a few times, and I know I'm going back to the boat in the sky.
Striving to know me, I am leaning against the bridge, feeling leisurely and sad.