An important poem about the morning

1. A poem reflecting the importance of the morning. In the morning, the snow in Li Deyu's book covered the bamboo in the cold current, and the wind swept the fields.

Looking around without a trace, who pity the lonely old man. Xu Hun rose from the west wing in the morning to pity the depths of shearing waves, and picked a piece of Cui Ninghong.

The bright moon is not scattered downstairs, and the three paths are worried about the Tianhe River. Zhao Wei's miscellaneous songs, yesterday's salt, sleepy, listening to the morning chickens in the border town to ride, worrying about sleeping to cover the night.

Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow. Don't be angry for years, just like crying at night.

You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later. In the early morning of Yu Shinan, the morning light shines on all the tiles, and the evening mist closes on the double eaves.

Jade flowers are candles at midnight, and gold pots are sent to Xiao. The sun shines in the green temple, and summer is born in the building.

Heavy doors should lead the way, and books should lead princes. From the morning in beginning of spring, it suddenly began to snow in Zhang Jiuling and Lin Tingxue, and Hua Yao was everywhere.

This year's welcome began, and last night was accompanied by spring return. Bamboo in front of the window and plum in the yard.

In the eastern suburbs, you should see the Five Gods. Zhang Jiuling went out of the county forest in the morning, walked all morning in Beilin, and Xiao had a rest.

Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep.

Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts. Wang Bo closed in the morning, the mountains were open, and the slate road was clean.

The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry. The heavy door is close to the giant valley, and the building is full of worship.

In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu sings autumn wind, and purple flowers blow in the evening.

The bamboo forest is swaying and the pool water is woven into a trickle. Delicious dance sleeves with pink makeup floor.

In spite of your kindness, Wan Fan plays the Mid-Autumn Festival. Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiuyun changed the copper in the south, and the jade leaves in the western suburbs were pale.

Eta Ursa major moves and the sun is shining. Gaiyin Lotus Peak Que, Array Shadow Pterosaur City.

When you knew it, you didn't meet it. It hurt you. Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu's trip to Chen Qiu was dusk, and they had a chat for the time being.

Hiding elm is not to remonstrate with Chu, but to make sorrow and joy. Fractal makeup thin temples, carved shadow makeup dangerous crown.

Self-pity is broken, and the cold forest blows cold. Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiulu Guan Yu early cold, Jintang autumn return.

The palm is brighter than the net, and the lotus is smaller. Frost turns into dawn liquid, and the moon is full of brilliance.

No Wu Tai, get your clothes wet. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu bravely put on a jade rope and the moon was full of mirrors.

The dew is cold and the frost is cold. The color is leaking and sparse, and the floating light is in a hurry.

It's not safe to fly south. Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted about the cold current of autumn water in the north, and the jade wheel was clear.

The picture is bright and the handwriting on the moon is bright and beautiful. Pan-curved kite line moves, and it's a surprise with Feng Xuan.

Only in the imperial ditch, I am sad and ruined. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted autumn shadows and jade autumn, and golden fireflies shone on cold nights.

Full of doubt and suspicion, but also afraid of frost and fire. Scattered colors linger in vain, and flowers float around the bridal chamber.

If you are tired of hanging curtains, you should cherish the remaining light. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted Qiuju to show off the night, singing is ten steps.

Laugh at Huang Tian and shake the wind with Cui * *. Broken shadow culvert flow, fragrance connected across the bank.

Jin Qiaotu can be popular, but whose jade is it? Wang He and Qiu Jiuyan, Mao Sima of Zichuan, hand in hand to bid farewell to Haige, pointing to Jianggan.

When the array goes to the cold river, the book belongs to the jade to keep out the cold. It is easy to fly with the moon, but difficult to separate from the smoke.

When the same Gu Ying, brush feather Pan Qinglan. Du Fu's morning rain, light rain and morning light smell on the early leaves.

Fog is sprinkled on the ground, and the wind rotates against the clouds. For the time being, the wood is light, and the birds and animals touch it.

Half of the musk mountain, the pavilion is not fully divided at noon. The sheep scholar looked up at the forest in the morning of Nanchi last month, and he was natural and unrestrained.

What happened to Brother Ling? The lotus pond knows how to walk alone The clothes are cool when dipped in bamboo, and the tea is clear until the stone spring is clear.

Advocating that the former is virtuous and thin, the frog tries to sing. In the afternoon in Juyuan Yang, the government waited on the dressing gown, and the colorful wisps were still beautiful, and the Lingfeng volume reopened.

The party should arrive in five days and nine days. When summer comes back, the hair in barnyard grass is clear.

Knowing from a distance is timely, and the knife ruler is urged by the fire cloud. In the morning, Ouyang Zhan installed the village shop and went out to the west of the moon, and the woodcock buzzed.

Travel lights sit all night, and the bag is tied to the morning sign. Silent people are still sleeping, and the sky is not clear.

There is no rest, there is a process before doing things. In the winter morning, Liu Yuxi sent a message that the trees in Lotte Pavilion were moving, the birds were moving and the county government was still ringing.

The lights are red and the wine is white. Too little hair, too much comb, and a bad face.

Whoever sings alone should be sent to Luoyang city. Bai Juyi and his dream of winter morning spread at five o'clock in the morning, and the cock crowed for the third time.

The account is calm, and the window is bright and clean. The book says that warm wine is reborn when the lights don't go out.

Listen to the acropolis first. In the morning, Li Deyu recalled the snow in the mountains and the snow in the rocks.

If the bamboo shoots are low, there should be more loose covers. The mountain slides with the ice and the forest flies over it.

Don't bother to smell the crane before playing the bitter cold song. There are two songs in Xu Hun in the morning (the last one is called "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The osmanthus trees are covered with green layers, and the wind is slightly misty.

The eaves fall on the moon, and the residual light reflects. The fragrance is cold, and the autumn water is clearer.

If you have nothing to do, why not stay with the monks? Xu Hun started two songs in the morning (the last one was titled "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The waning moon is full of smoke and dew, and the door is covered with bamboo.

The water bug sings the threshold, and the mountain bird goes down the empty step. Look at the hair in the mirror and send it in autumn.

Knowing the north window guest, the sky is good with the world. Xu Hun arrived at Nanting in the morning and showed off a dream fishing rod in Nanzhai of Peiming House. The moon was still broken in the morning.

The dew is heavy, the fireflies are grass, and the wind is high. The pool is bright and the mountain is cold.

I love Tao Pengze more and have no intention of discussing going to the official. Xu Hun dressing gown (Luo Zhong's water is sweet, Luo Zhong's water is sweet) takes a few months to eat, and it's a long journey to the west.

In the morning, the cock crows in the distance and the goose rises from the cold pond. Clouds roll four mountains of snow, wind condenses thousands of trees and frost.

Who is the Ranger? He got drunk in blue pond. In the morning, Xu Hun bid farewell to Master Wu's chanting and was defeated by the futon.

Zhong Yunhua is still gathering, and the moon is everywhere. Open a temple in the clear mountains, blind and cold in autumn water.

I hate going alone, and there are thousands of beaches in Qian Qian. Xu Hun Langshangren Hospital sits in the morning cool leader, and there is no star in the moon.

The mountain fruit falls in the autumn courtyard, and the waves open the morning court. The wind is blowing, and Gui Lu is invisible.

Thinking of Jiangnan Temple, Yan Zhai smelled chanting. Zhao Wei was tired of sleeping for 20 days yesterday, listening to the morning chicken riding in the border town, worrying about sleeping and covering the night girl.

Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow. Don't be angry for years, and then watch the long night cry.

You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later. It's cool and quiet in the morning.

I have been able to get rid of my thoughts and my rest. When the water bearer got up for the first time, he was temporarily surprised when he returned to Deng Yan.

It's impossible not to let go, and the gap is dusty. On the autumn morning of Du Xun River, there is a feeling of falling leaves, and travelers are surprised by their first dreams.

Zhong Gang was resting on the pillow, and it had already happened. Pubic hair doesn't grow black, and family and friends don't have long feelings.

And fair trade, returning farmland without commitment. Weng Chengzan got up outside the bamboo porch in the morning and felt happy.

Give birth to a family early, and the lonely moon shines on the river. Eat quinoa on a trip and return.

2. A poem reflecting the importance of the morning: In Xue Ji, Li Deyu, in the morning, the snow covered the bamboo in Hanxi, and the wind rolled the Noda canopy.

Looking around without a trace, who pity the lonely old man. Xu Hun rose from the west wing in the morning to pity the depths of shearing waves, and picked a piece of Cui Ninghong.

The bright moon is not scattered downstairs, and the three paths are worried about the Tianhe River. Zhao Wei's miscellaneous songs, yesterday's salt, sleepy, listening to the morning chickens in the border town to ride, worrying about sleeping to cover the night.

Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow. Don't be angry for years, just like crying at night.

You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later. In the early morning of Yu Shinan, the morning light shines on all the tiles, and the evening mist closes on the double eaves.

Jade flowers are candles at midnight, and gold pots are sent to Xiao. The sun shines in the green temple, and summer is born in the building.

Heavy doors should lead the way, and books should lead princes. From the morning in beginning of spring, it suddenly began to snow in Zhang Jiuling and Lin Tingxue, and Hua Yao was everywhere.

This year's welcome began, and last night was accompanied by spring return. Bamboo in front of the window and plum in the yard.

In the eastern suburbs, you should see the Five Gods. Zhang Jiuling went out of the county forest in the morning, walked all morning in Beilin, and Xiao had a rest.

Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep.

Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts. Wang Bo closed in the morning, the mountains were open, and the slate road was clean.

The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry. The heavy door is close to the giant valley, and the building is full of worship.

In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu sings autumn wind, Yan rests, and it floats in the evening.

The bamboo forest is swaying and the pool water is woven into a trickle. Delicious dance sleeves with pink makeup floor.

In spite of your kindness, Wan Fan plays the Mid-Autumn Festival. Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiuyun changed the copper in the south, and the jade leaves in the western suburbs were pale.

Eta Ursa major moves and the sun is shining. Gaiyin Lotus Peak Que, Array Shadow Pterosaur City.

When you knew it, you didn't meet it. It hurt you. Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu's trip to Chen Qiu was dusk, and they had a chat for the time being.

Hiding elm is not to remonstrate with Chu, but to make sorrow and joy. Fractal makeup thin temples, carved shadow makeup dangerous crown.

Self-pity is broken, and the cold forest blows cold. Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiulu Guan Yu early cold, Jintang autumn return.

The palm is brighter than the net, and the lotus is smaller. Frost turns into dawn liquid, and the moon is full of brilliance.

No Wu Tai, get your clothes wet. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu bravely put on a jade rope and the moon was full of mirrors.

The dew is cold and the frost is cold. The color is leaking and sparse, and the floating light is in a hurry.

It's not safe to fly south. Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted about the cold current of autumn water in the north, and the jade wheel was clear.

The picture is bright and the handwriting on the moon is bright and beautiful. Pan-curved kite line moves, and it's a surprise with Feng Xuan.

Only in the imperial ditch, I am sad and ruined. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted autumn shadows and jade autumn, and golden fireflies shone on cold nights.

Full of doubt and suspicion, but also afraid of frost and fire. Scattered colors linger in vain, and flowers float around the bridal chamber.

If you are tired of hanging curtains, you should cherish the remaining light. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted Qiuju to show off the night, singing is ten steps.

Laugh at Huang Tian and shake the wind with Cui * *. Broken shadow culvert flow, fragrance connected across the bank.

Jin Qiaotu can be popular, but whose jade is it? Wang He and Qiu Jiuyan, Mao Sima of Zichuan, hand in hand to bid farewell to Haige, pointing to Jianggan.

When the array goes to the cold river, the book belongs to the jade to keep out the cold. It is easy to fly with the moon, but difficult to separate from the smoke.

When the same Gu Ying, brush feather Pan Qinglan. Du Fu's morning rain, light rain and morning light smell on the early leaves.

Fog is sprinkled on the ground, and the wind rotates against the clouds. For the time being, the wood is light, and the birds and animals touch it.

Half of the musk mountain, the pavilion is not fully divided at noon. The sheep scholar looked up at the forest in the morning of Nanchi last month, and he was natural and unrestrained.

What happened to Brother Ling? The lotus pond knows how to walk alone The clothes are cool when dipped in bamboo, and the tea is clear until the stone spring is clear.

Advocating that the former is virtuous and thin, the frog tries to sing. In the afternoon in Juyuan Yang, the government waited on the dressing gown, and the colorful wisps were still beautiful, and the Lingfeng volume reopened.

The party should arrive in five days and nine days. When summer comes back, the hair in barnyard grass is clear.

Knowing from a distance is timely, and the knife ruler is urged by the fire cloud. In the morning, Ouyang Zhan installed the village shop and went out to the west of the moon, and the woodcock buzzed.

Travel lights sit all night, and the bag is tied to the morning sign. Silent people are still sleeping, and the sky is not clear.

There is no rest, there is a process before doing things. In the winter morning, Liu Yuxi sent a message that the trees in Lotte Pavilion were moving, the birds were moving and the county government was still ringing.

The lights are red and the wine is white. Too little hair, too much comb, and a bad face.

Whoever sings alone should be sent to Luoyang city. Bai Juyi and his dream of winter morning spread at five o'clock in the morning, and the cock crowed for the third time.

The account is calm, and the window is bright and clean. The book says that warm wine is reborn when the lights don't go out.

Listen to the acropolis first. In the morning, Li Deyu recalled the snow in the mountains and the snow in the rocks.

If the bamboo shoots are low, there should be more loose covers. The mountain slides with the ice and the forest flies over it.

Don't bother to smell the crane before playing the bitter cold song. There are two songs in Xu Hun in the morning (the last one is called "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The osmanthus trees are covered with green layers, and the wind is slightly misty.

The eaves fall on the moon, and the residual light reflects. The fragrance is cold, and the autumn water is clearer.

If you have nothing to do, why not stay with the monks? Xu Hun started two songs in the morning (the last one was titled "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The waning moon is full of smoke and dew, and the door is covered with bamboo.

The water bug sings the threshold, and the mountain bird goes down the empty step. Look at the hair in the mirror and send it in autumn.

Knowing the north window guest, the sky is good with the world. Xu Hun arrived at Nanting in the morning and showed off a dream fishing rod in Nanzhai of Peiming House. The moon was still broken in the morning.

The dew is heavy, the fireflies are grass, and the wind is high. The pool is bright and the mountain is cold.

I love Tao Pengze more and have no intention of discussing going to the official. Xu Hun dressing gown (Luo Zhong's water is sweet, Luo Zhong's water is sweet) takes a few months to eat, and it's a long journey to the west.

In the morning, the cock crows in the distance and the goose rises from the cold pond. Clouds roll four mountains of snow, wind condenses thousands of trees and frost.

Who is the Ranger? He got drunk in blue pond. In the morning, Xu Hun bid farewell to Master Wu's chanting and was defeated by the futon.

Zhong Yunhua is still gathering, and the moon is everywhere. Open a temple in the clear mountains, blind and cold in autumn water.

I hate going alone, and there are thousands of beaches in Qian Qian. Xu Hun Langshangren Hospital sits in the morning cool leader, and there is no star in the moon.

The mountain fruit falls in the autumn courtyard, and the waves open the morning court. The wind is blowing, and Gui Lu is invisible.

Thinking of Jiangnan Temple, Yan Zhai smelled chanting. Zhao Wei was tired of sleeping for 20 days yesterday, listening to the morning chicken riding in the border town, worrying about sleeping and covering the night girl.

Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow. Don't be angry for years, and then watch the long night cry.

You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later. It's cool and quiet in the morning.

I have been able to get rid of my thoughts and my rest. When the water bearer got up for the first time, he was temporarily surprised when he returned to Deng Yan.

It's impossible not to let go, and the gap is dusty. On the autumn morning of Du Xun River, there is a feeling of falling leaves, and travelers are surprised by their first dreams.

Zhong Gang was resting on the pillow, and it had already happened. Pubic hair doesn't grow black, and family and friends don't have long feelings.

And fair trade, returning farmland without commitment. Weng Chengzan got up outside the bamboo porch in the morning and felt happy.

Give birth to a family early, and the lonely moon shines on the river. Eat quinoa on a trip and return.

3. Poetry 1 is related to breakfast. On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. (Tang Changjian, the Buddhist temple after the broken mountain temple)

2. Looking at the clear sky in the morning, the bamboo mountains are bright.

3. Start collecting taxes in the morning and visit your hometown. Chickens sing Maodian Moon, while people swim Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall down the mountain, and the wall is full of flowers. Because of my Ling Du dream, the goose returned to the pond. (Being good and leaving early is Tang Yun)

4. Going for a walk in Beilin in the morning, Xiaosan opened her eyes. Last month, when I saw Lin again, his weight was still not heavy. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep. Nothing comes from expensive sources, so I know what's out there. (I left Zhang Jiuling under the county house in the morning)

5. The ship is tied to Yushan, and it is a must in the morning. When sun gear broke the water, the river was wide at first. Far waves wrinkle red scales, and green fog opens gold plates. Brilliant tower, blue clouds. The poet was embarrassed by his pen, but sang a cold autumn moon. Why not watch the waves surge into the sea at night? (One-day tour of Jinshan)

4. Sentences praising "Morning" 1. In the morning, the street is quiet. When the first ray of morning light penetrated the mist, a warm morning appeared in the street.

2. In the early morning, I walked on the main road of the campus. The air is cool, and I gently touch my face and my hair, which makes me completely relaxed. Suddenly, I was exhausted and the pain disappeared. I only feel the cool spring water flowing into my heart, just like eating cold watermelon in hot summer!

3. In the morning, I walked by the pond. The towering plane trees and willows on both sides nodded in the breeze. Fish swim freely in the water, and the wild flowers by the pond are reflected in the water, which is very beautiful.

4. In the early morning of summer, at four or five o'clock, the sky is as white as a fish belly, and everything has no animal breath. Everything is pure and refreshing, like a faint ink painting, filled with the smell of grass.

In the early morning of summer, at four or five o'clock, the sky is as white as a fish belly, and everything has no animal breath. Everything is pure and refreshing, like a faint ink painting, filled with the smell of grass.

7. In the early morning, everything was silent, and a little light on the eastern horizon carefully penetrated into the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moved from a distance.

8. In the early morning of spring, the wet wind swept gently, came in through the broken glass window, brushed everything slightly, and quietly left. Pale white skylights also occupy every corner, painting the door with a dreamy white.

9. The morning sunshine is quiet and elegant. Without that noisy atmosphere, people feel calm and relaxed, and I also feel that artistic conception.

10, early in the morning, just open the window, a fresh air came face to face. With the continuous golden light, the sun came out and showed a kind smile.

1 1, the morning breeze blew slightly, and the crystal dew slipped down the leaves and jumped happily. Green grass wakes up under the caress of soft morning light and becomes greener under the washing of rain and dew.

12, early morning, beautiful early morning, we just unearthed Xin Wei, looking up at the colorful sky-the grand blueprint for the future of the motherland, picking up the brush of knowledge to describe and add color. Listen, reading is getting louder and louder. We didn't waste this golden morning and golden time.

13. In the early morning of summer, the newborn sun shines on my face, dew shines on the lawn around me, and the cool breeze caresses me, sometimes with a faint fragrance of flowers. What a beautiful morning!

14, early in the morning, several birds chirped clearly in front of my window, which woke me up. I gently pushed open the window, and a fresh and fragrant air came to my face. Took a deep breath. Ah! This is the smell after rain, and this is the smell of life.

15. Morning is a baby who wakes up after a night's sleep. Everywhere is full of vitality and vigor. These flowers and grass are so green that I feel very comfortable. I like beautiful mornings. It gives me a good start.

16. In the early morning, a magnificent morning glow appeared in the east. There are wisps of kitchen smoke floating on the roof of the village, and the air is filled with veil-like mist.

5. What are the morning sentences in the circle of friends? 1. Happy morning, happy day, good morning, distant happiness.

The sunshine in the morning is just right, warm but not dazzling.

Getting up early in the morning is one world, and those who can't get up in the morning are another world.

You are my motivation to wake up every morning.

5. wake up in the morning!

6. Last night's storm brought a golden peace to this morning.

7. In the morning, the sunshine is just right, and it is a beautiful new day.

8. The spring morning is warm, the summer morning is warm, and the autumn morning is quiet. What about winter?

9. A thousand toothbrushes make a thousand mornings. A thousand mornings, a thousand stories.

10. At six o'clock in the morning, the sky quietly witnessed my pace and watched my struggle.

1 1. Morning has nothing to do with time, people's attitude and labor. As long as I am awake and have light in my heart, it is morning.

12. It is said that the first person I think of when I wake up in the morning is the most important to me, so I am used to saying good morning to her.

13. I have a bowl of soup, a plate of fried rice in my heart, a morning in bed, warm myself with a bowl of soup, satisfy myself with a plate of fried rice, and reward myself with a morning in bed.

14. When people let you down, you should go forward more bravely, because morning is coming and it is another sunny day.

15. The air in the morning is particularly fresh. Clean, without too much dust.