A poem describing busyness

1, the wine in Zhumen stinks and there are frozen bones on the road.

2, I am afraid that the ship will not move, and I have many concerns.

3, the rain is high and white, ploughing in the middle of the night.

4, Ying Ying Xiao Shui, no words.

5. I want to see that my reading head is white. I am crying across the stream.

6. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.

7. I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't thank you for a book sent by Goose.

8. We were all unhappy until the end of the day when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

9. I lost all my taxes at home. Pick this up to satisfy my hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.

10, there is less leisure at home, and people are twice as busy in May.

1 1, the sky is long, but it is sparse.

12, a glass of peach and plum spring breeze wine and a ten-year Jianghu lamp.

13, there are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers starve to death.

14, new Qi Chuanjin, cold light iron clothes.

15, there is no one in the room, only the nursing grandson. And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out.

16, picking wild vegetables and roots to cook, spinning raw firewood leaves to burn.

17, angry, rushed to the crown, leaned against the railing, and rested in the rain.

18, don't worry, the curtain rolls west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

19, the rice is connected with the green yellow through a rotating barrel, and it is even luckier to add one more money.

Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor.

2 1, the petals have fallen like tears, and the lonely birds have sung their sorrows.

22, there is a poor woman, carrying a child. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad.

23. Father plowed Harada, and what about his son? This mountain is barren. The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse.

24. I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.

25. Who is working hard for whom in the new April and May Valley in February?

26. When is the spring flower and the autumn moon, how much is known about the past.

Silkworms in spring weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.