Poems about millions 1. There are millions of idioms and poems. What do you know?
1. I travel thousands of miles with the waves
[Tang] Zhang Ruoxu's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
2. There are thousands of rooms in Ande Guangsha
[Tang] Du Fu's "The Cottage is Broken by Autumn Wind"
3. A song in Yangchun is full of love
[Song]. Unnamed "Partridge Sky, Happy Lapras Step by Step in Spring"
5. Show off thousands of strands of goose yellow
[Modern] Wang Guowei's "Butterfly Lovers, Alone to the Outer Road of Canglang Pavilion"
6. Things have changed over the years
[Song] Su Shi's "Minced Magnolia, Under the Spring Pavilion" Zhang Xian's "Butterfly Lovers, Deep House in Waterfront"
9, a piece of heart full of emotions
[Tang] Li Yu's "Butterfly Lovers, Wandering in the Pavilion at Night"
1, Jin Zi woven into a million hates
[Song] Wang Zhiwang's "Twelve Peaks in Linjiang"
There are thousands of green mountains on the lake
[Song] Ni Zhuo's "Linjiangxian, there are thousands of green mountains on the lake"
13, the opposite white clouds are thousands of miles
[Song] Shi Xinyue's "One hundred and fifty poems"
14. Never rob the heart of love
[Yuan] Yuan Haowen's "Jiangchengzi" Li Guan's
2. With millions of poems
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Zhongshan is yellow with wind and rain
Millions of heroes have crossed the Yangtze River
Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are misty and rainy.
hundreds of sounds move at will, and the red and purple trees of mountain flowers are low.
a dangerous building is 1 feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands.
yellow sand wears golden armor in many battles, and it will not be returned until it breaks Loulan.
Qian,
Don Li Bai: I was born to be useful, spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back!.
Tang Du Fu: Xinsong hates thousands of feet less, and evil bamboo should be cut to pieces.
Qing Zheng Xie: I insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are originally in the broken rocks; After thousands of torture and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind, or the winter of the northwest wind, it can withstand, and will still be tough and straight.
Qing Zheng Xie: One section after another, a thousand branches save thousands of leaves; I don't bloom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.
don Wang Wei: fighting single-handed for a thousand miles, with his naked dagger he could hold a multitude.
Tang Li Shangyin: A snow wave roared at Wuxia Gorge, and a thousand miles of fire clouds burned Yizhou.
Tang Liu Yuxi: On the side of the sinking boat, Qian Fan passes, and in front of the sick tree, Wan Muchun.
Yuan Haojing: I look down on my head and cherish my daughter's fragrance, but I still have Wan Li's heart.
Mao Zedong: There are thousands of willows in the spring breeze, and 6 million tons of Tanguang oranges are used to spin corpses, including the construction of China.
Su Shi of Song Dynasty: A spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
Song Su Shi: river of no return, a romantic figure through the ages.
song su Shi: I hope people will live for a long time.
yuan houkezhong: the obstacles in the pillar are raging, and the talents of thousands of miles are broken.
don Lu Lun: wine lovers have become thousands of miles away, looking at the mountains and sending them to the heart of Xixiang.
Tang Li Bai: Caressing the sword and whistling at night, the ambition is growing rapidly.
don tu mu: there are thousands of books in the belly and thousands of cups of wine outside.
Don Li He: I'd rather smoke thousands of feet overnight than spend several inches in the pool.
Song Su Shi: An old friend should be outside Qian Shan, so don't send a letter from Meihua.
Song Xin Qiji: Where to look at China? Eyes full of scenery, Beigu Building. How many things rise and fall through the ages, leisurely. The Yangtze River keeps rolling.
don Cen Can: is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
song zhenglixiao: it takes a glass of wine, and the moon shines a thousand miles.
Song Liuyong: The cutting is done in spring, and it is dipped in the morning glow.
Song Dai Fugu: Lao Ji thinks a thousand miles, and Fei Hong reads nine continents.
Don Liu Changqing: Nobody goes to Pingwu Wan Li, but birds fly in Qian Shan at sunset.
Don Liu Changqing: Nobody goes to Pingwu Wan Li, but birds fly in Qian Shan at sunset.
once upon a time in song dynasty: the flowers of a thousand miles of rice should be beautiful, and the leaves of wugeng tung should be the best sound.
Bai Juyi: A thousand miles begins with a single step, and dust rises from the mountains. So does my way, and it is more expensive and new.
Song Huang Tingjian: A storm warbler in a thousand forests seeks friends, while a wild goose in Wan Liyun breaks up.
Wei Zhuang in the Five Dynasties: Qian Shan is full of mangroves and mountains, and the wine is smoked by the sun.
Tang Lihe: The ghost in the autumn grave sings Bao's poems, and hates the blood for thousands of years.
don Li Bai: 36, days, holding candles every night. How short the day is, how easy the sea is for a hundred years.
Tang Bai Juyi: The sound comes to pillow a thousand-year-old crane, and the shadow falls to the five old peaks in the cup.
don du fu: it's raining in frost waves for forty weeks, and its tip of kingfish-blue is two thousand feet in heaven.
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1. Who do tourists like to stay at in many restaurants near Wan Li Bridge?
-Chengdu Qu Tang Zhang Ji
2. in an endless cold light of massive snow, tall flags on three borders rise up like a dawn.
-"Wang Ji Men" Don Zu Yong
3. and a thousand sounds are quieted, but I was silent.
-"a buddhist retreat behind broken-mountain temple" Tang Chang Jian
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-"Linjiang Fairy" Qing. Cao Xueqin
5. Everything is old in the spring, and you can't return to the club for a year.
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There are thousands of idioms about thousands of Cheng Cheng and ancient poems: Qian Shan has thousands of waters, thousands of troops and horses, thousands of difficulties, thousands of hardships, thousands of pieces, thousands of generations, ever-changing and thousands of things.
There are thousands of ancient poems: Dream of Jiangnan Never Hate by Wen Tingyun in Tang Dynasty, and Song of Cottage Broken by Autumn Wind by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty. 1. explanation of thousands of troops: describe a magnificent team or a huge momentum.
from: all sides are surrounded by thousands of troops. To be honest, I may be shot dead by this group of archers. Rou Shi's February 24 Grammar: Combined Grammar; As subject and object; Ma Benteng, magnificent, and numerous troops, the antonym "one soldier, one brigade, one person alone, two pieces" Explanation: Cut the flesh and leave the bone.
Cut off the flesh of the criminal with one knife and put him to death. Describe the great sin, and death can't make amends.
from: Yuan Anonymous's The Ghost in the Pot, the fourth fold: "Take him to Shichao today, cut him to pieces, and execute him in the middle of the year." Example: If anyone dares to have second thoughts again, I will take it to the Yuanmen and listen to the marshal.
Qing Kong Shangren's "Peach Blossom Fan Swearing to the Teacher" grammar: combined; As predicate, object and attribute; With derogatory meanings, common curses are synonymous with murder, dismemberment, dismemberment, and a thousand knives. The antonym is considerate. Said by: Things in officialdom are ever-changing, so you can't say for sure.
Qing Wu Jianren's "The Present Situation of the Weird Witnessed in Twenty Years" Seventh Grammar: Combined Form; As a predicate and attribute; Used for scenery synonyms are unpredictable, ghosts come out and electricity enters, changing endlessly, changing unpredictably, multifarious, changeable, changeable, changeable, changeable, the antonym is unchangeable, the same, the same, the hut is broken by autumn wind, and the song author Du Fu's dynasty, Tang and August, autumn and high winds, howled, rolled up my house. Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the outskirts of the river. The highest one hung a long forest tip, and the lower one floated to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me, and I am old and weak, so I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on my stick.
in a moment, the wind will set the clouds and ink color, and in autumn, the desert will turn dark. The cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and jiao er is lying down and cracking.
there is no dry place at the head of the bed, and the foot of the rain is like hemp. Since the chaos and lack of sleep, how can you get wet all night! There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world happy! The wind and rain are calm as a mountain.
ouch! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, I will freeze to death alone! In late autumn in August, the wind howled and the wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew about, crossed Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river.
The high-flying thatch winds around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch flutters and sinks into ponds and depressions. A group of children in Nancun bullied me for being old and weak, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to rob things face to face and ran into the bamboo forest with thatch in their arms without scruple.
my lips were dry and I couldn't stop drinking. When I came back, I sighed alone with a cane. After a while, the wind stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky became dark and misty.
the cloth has been covered for many years, and it is cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good, and the quilt is torn.
when it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place in the house. The rain on the roof keeps leaking down like hemp thread. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I haven't had much sleep, and the night is long, and the house is leaking and the bed is wet. How can I stay until dawn! How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses to generally shelter the poor scholars in the world and make them smile! As secure as a mountain.
alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? By that time, even if my hut is blown by the autumn wind, I will die of cold myself willingly! Five, dream of Jiangnan, never hate the author Wen Tingyun, the Tang Dynasty, never hate, hate the end of the world. The mountains and the moon don't know what's on their minds, and the water and the wind fall in front of them, swaying blue clouds and slanting.
hatred must be like a thread, drifting to the distant horizon. The moon in the mountains doesn't know what's on my mind.
in the green water and cool breeze, the flowers fall alone. The flowers are scattered, and the unconsciously bright moon has already tilted into the blue clouds.