The poem about Xin Qiji's concern for the world is 1. Five poems about the world.
There are five poems about Du Fu: "There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, and the poor in the world are happy." .
Fan Zhongyan: Worry about the world first, then enjoy it. Lu You: Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north. I didn't forget to inform you about the family sacrifice! Gu: Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world.
Lin Zexu: The life and death of a country is selfish, so don't avoid every cloud has a silver lining. 1, Du Fu: There are thousands of buildings in Ande, and the poor in the world are happy.
The meaning of this poem is how to get thousands of spacious and tall houses, which generally shelter the poor scholars in the world and make them smile. This poem is from the Song of Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage written by Du Fu, a poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The original text is that the strong wind roared in August, which rolled my three hairs.
Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief.
I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Alas, when I suddenly saw this house in front of me, my family froze to death alone! The translation of this poem is in late August and autumn. The wind roared and swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river.
High-flying thatch hangs on high treetops, while low-flying thatch floats and sinks into low-lying ponds. A group of children in Nancun bullied me, because I was old and had no strength, so I had the heart to be a thief and rob things face to face, and ran into the bamboo forest with thatch in my arms unscrupulously.
It's no use burning lips and dry mouth, so I have to come back with crutches and sigh. After a while, the wind stopped and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky is gray and gradually darkens.
This cloth has been covered for years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child couldn't sleep well and limped under the quilt.
When the roof leaks, there is not even a dry place beside the bed. Raindrops like lines never stop raining.
Since the war, I have rarely slept, the night is long, the house leaks rain, and the bed is wet. How can I stay up until dawn? How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, and generally shelter the poor people in the world, so that they are all smiling, not shaken by the wind and rain, and as stable as Mount Tai? Alas! When such a towering house appeared in front of me, only my hut was blown up, and I was willing to freeze to death! The poem "The Hut is Blown by Autumn Wind" depicts the scene that the house leaks in the autumn night and it rains all night, which truly records a fragment of the life of the thatched cottage.
Finally, I was born in a strange place, pushed myself and others with my own personal experience, further put aside my hardships and dreamed up a vast mansion that sheltered the poor in the world. This unrealistic fantasy is based on the poet's idea of taking the country as the country and drowning in hunger; The broad-minded performance makes the work exude a positive romantic atmosphere.
The language of the whole poem is extremely concise, the image is prominent, the waves are superimposed, and there is no treatment, so it can be gripping. Du Fu (A.D. 7 12- A.D. 770) was born in Xiangyang, Henan, and Gongxian.
A great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty, who claimed to be a young man at night, was called "Du Li" together with Li Bai. In order to distinguish Li Shangyin, Du Mu and Xiao Du Li, Du Fu and Li Bai are also called Da Du Li, and Du Fu is often called Lao Du.
Du Fu's influence on China's classical poetry is far-reaching, and he is called "the sage of poetry" by later generations, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Later generations called him Du Shiyi and Du Gongbu, and also called him Du Shaoling and Du Caotang.
Du Fu wrote such famous works as Spring Hope, Northern Expedition, Three Officials and Three Farewells. In 759, Du Fu abandoned his official position and went to Sichuan. Although he fled the war and lived a relatively stable life, he still cared about his life and managed state affairs.
Although Du Fu is a realistic poet, he also has a wild and unruly side. It is not difficult to see Du Fu's heroism and dry clouds from his masterpiece Song of Drinking Eight Immortals. The core of Du Fu's thought is the Confucian thought of benevolent government, and he has the great wish of "making the monarch Yao and Shun superior, and then making the customs pure".
Although Du Fu was not famous during his lifetime, his fame spread far and wide, which had a far-reaching impact on China literature and Japanese literature. About 65,438+0,500 poems of Du Fu have been preserved, most of which are collected by Du Gongbu.
2. Fan Zhongyan: Worry about the world first, then enjoy the world. This poem means putting the interests of the country and the nation first, worrying about the future and destiny of the motherland, and contributing to the happiness of the people under the sun, which shows the author's great political ambition and great courage.
This poem is written by Fan Zhongyan of Song Dynasty, whose original text is Fu Jie! Is it to taste the heart of the ancient benevolent, or to do something different? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself; If you live high in a temple, you will worry about your people; If you stay away from the Jianghu, you will worry about your husband. It's worrying about going in and going out.
But when will you be happy? Do we have to say, "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later"? Hey! Wes, who are we going home with? The translation of this record is alas! I have explored the thoughts of ancient nobles, which may be different from the above two moods. Why? They will not be unhappy because of the quality of foreign objects and personal gains and losses; People who are officials in the imperial court are worried about the people; People who are not court officials are worried about the king. In this way, I am also worried about being an official in the DPRK and being in opposition for the people.
In that case, when will you be happy? So do we have to say, "Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later"? Alas! Without this person, who would I be with? The whole story of Yueyang Tower is only 368 words, but it is rich in content and emotion. It naturally combines narrative, scenery writing, discussion and lyric, which not only explains the whole story, but also describes the scenery of the lake. There are both profound discussions by Jingjing and melancholy lyricism. Remember the building, remember the story, and put your mind on it.
The author is also good at controlling complexity with simplicity and subtly changing content and writing. For example, the sentence "predecessors prepare" brings countless narratives, the sentence "nature" leads to "seeing things", the topic of discussion starts with "or different", and so on, and narrative romance has entered the realm.
Fan Zhongyan, on the other hand, implicitly and euphemistically advised Teng to "not be happy with things, not sad for himself" and tried his best to worry about himself.
2. What are the five poems about "caring about the world"?
1. Du Fu's "The Hut is Blown by Autumn Wind": There are millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protects the poor in the world. Only in this way can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses in Qian Qian, which generally shelter the poor people all over the world and make them all smile.
2. Fan Zhongyan's "The Story of Yueyang Tower": Worry about the world first, and be happy after the world. Translation puts the interests of the country and the nation first, worries about the future and destiny of the motherland, and contributes to the happiness of the people under the sun, which shows the author's great political ambition and great courage.
3. Lu You's "Shizi": Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice is unforgettable! Don't forget to tell your father the good news when the Song army recovers the lost land in the Central Plains. You will hold a family sacrifice!
4. Gu's "A Preliminary Record of Japanese Knowledge": Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. Every ordinary person has an unshirkable responsibility for the rise and fall of world events.
5. Lin Zexu's "Dengcheng Guanwai Xianjia": greedy for life and death, avoid it because of disasters. As long as it is beneficial to the country, even if you sacrifice your own life, you are willing to avoid it because you may get hurt.
3. Five poems about caring for the world
There are five poems about Du Fu: "There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, and the poor in the world are happy." .
Fan Zhongyan: Worry about the world first, then enjoy it. Lu You: Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north. I didn't forget to inform you about the family sacrifice! Gu: Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world.
Lin Zexu: The life and death of a country is selfish, so don't avoid every cloud has a silver lining. 1, Du Fu: There are thousands of buildings in Ande, and the poor in the world are happy.
The meaning of this poem is how to get thousands of spacious and tall houses, which generally shelter the poor scholars in the world and make them smile. This poem is from the Song of Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage written by Du Fu, a poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The original text is that the strong wind roared in August, which rolled my three hairs.
Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief.
I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Alas, when I suddenly saw this house in front of me, my family froze to death alone! The translation of this poem is in late August and autumn. The wind roared and swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river.
High-flying thatch hangs on high treetops, while low-flying thatch floats and sinks into low-lying ponds. A group of children in Nancun bullied me, because I was old and had no strength, so I had the heart to be a thief and rob things face to face, and ran into the bamboo forest with thatch in my arms unscrupulously.
It's no use burning lips and dry mouth, so I have to come back with crutches and sigh. After a while, the wind stopped and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky is gray and gradually darkens.
This cloth has been covered for years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child couldn't sleep well and limped under the quilt.
When the roof leaks, there is not even a dry place beside the bed. Raindrops like lines never stop raining.
Since the war, I have rarely slept, the night is long, the house leaks rain, and the bed is wet. How can I stay up until dawn? How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, and generally shelter the poor people in the world, so that they are all smiling, not shaken by the wind and rain, and as stable as Mount Tai? Alas! When such a towering house appeared in front of me, only my hut was blown up, and I was willing to freeze to death! The poem "The Hut is Blown by Autumn Wind" depicts the scene that the house leaks in the autumn night and it rains all night, which truly records a fragment of the life of the thatched cottage.
Finally, I was born in a strange place, pushed myself and others with my own personal experience, further put aside my hardships and dreamed up a vast mansion that sheltered the poor in the world. This unrealistic fantasy is based on the poet's idea of taking the country as the country and drowning in hunger; The broad-minded performance makes the work exude a positive romantic atmosphere.
The language of the whole poem is extremely concise, the image is prominent, the waves are superimposed, and there is no treatment, so it can be gripping. Du Fu (A.D. 7 12- A.D. 770) was born in Xiangyang, Henan, and Gongxian.
A great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty, who claimed to be a young man at night, was called "Du Li" together with Li Bai. In order to distinguish Li Shangyin, Du Mu and Xiao Du Li, Du Fu and Li Bai are also called Da Du Li, and Du Fu is often called Lao Du.
Du Fu's influence on China's classical poetry is far-reaching, and he is called "the sage of poetry" by later generations, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Later generations called him Du Shiyi and Du Gongbu, and also called him Du Shaoling and Du Caotang.
Du Fu wrote such famous works as Spring Hope, Northern Expedition, Three Officials and Three Farewells. In 759, Du Fu abandoned his official position and went to Sichuan. Although he fled the war and lived a relatively stable life, he still cared about his life and managed state affairs.
Although Du Fu is a realistic poet, he also has a wild and unruly side. It is not difficult to see Du Fu's heroism and dry clouds from his masterpiece Song of Drinking Eight Immortals. The core of Du Fu's thought is the Confucian thought of benevolent government, and he has the great wish of "making the monarch Yao and Shun superior, and then making the customs pure".
Although Du Fu was not famous during his lifetime, his fame spread far and wide, which had a far-reaching impact on China literature and Japanese literature. About 65,438+0,500 poems of Du Fu have been preserved, most of which are collected by Du Gongbu.
2. Fan Zhongyan: Worry about the world first, then enjoy the world. This poem means putting the interests of the country and the nation first, worrying about the future and destiny of the motherland, and contributing to the happiness of the people under the sun, which shows the author's great political ambition and great courage.
This poem is written by Fan Zhongyan of Song Dynasty, whose original text is Fu Jie! Is it to taste the heart of the ancient benevolent, or to do something different? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself; If you live high in a temple, you will worry about your people; If you stay away from the Jianghu, you will worry about your husband. It's worrying about going in and going out.
But when will you be happy? Do we have to say, "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later"? Hey! Wes, who are we going home with? The translation of this record is alas! I have explored the thoughts of ancient nobles, which may be different from the above two moods. Why? They will not be unhappy because of the quality of foreign objects and personal gains and losses; People who are officials in the imperial court are worried about the people; People who are not court officials are worried about the king. In this way, I am also worried about being an official in the DPRK and being in opposition for the people.
In that case, when will you be happy? So do we have to say, "Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later"? Alas! Without this person, who would I be with? The whole story of Yueyang Tower is only 368 words, but it is rich in content and emotion. It naturally combines narrative, scenery writing, discussion and lyric, which not only explains the whole story, but also describes the scenery of the lake. There are both profound discussions by Jingjing and melancholy lyricism. Remember the building, remember the story, and put your mind on it.
The author is also good at controlling complexity with simplicity and subtly changing content and writing. For example, the sentence "predecessors prepare" brings countless narratives, the sentence "nature" leads to "seeing things", the topic of discussion starts with "or different", and so on, and narrative romance has entered the realm.
Fan Zhongyan, on the other hand, implicitly and euphemistically advised Teng to "not be happy with things, not sad for himself", trying to "worry about the world first, and worry about the world later."
4. The poem "Minding the World" is a poem that cherishes the world in adversity.
Poems expressing ancient poets' concern for the world in adversity are:
1, "Shizi" Lu You, a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.
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I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice!
2. The autumn wind breaks the thatched cottage by Du Fu, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty.
The autumn wind broke the hut.
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.
Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief.
I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain!
Alas, I suddenly saw this house, and it was enough for me to freeze to death alone!
3. The Story of Yueyang Tower by Fan Zhongyan, a poet in the Song Dynasty.
Yueyang Tower
In the spring of the fourth year, Li Qing stayed in Baling County. In the second year, political integrity and harmony,
Everything was destroyed, but Yueyang Tower was rebuilt, adding its old system, on which Tang Xian's modern poems were engraved.
It belongs to the composition to remember. Guanfu Baling wins in Dongting Lake. Take a distant mountain for example,
Swallowing the Yangtze River, the soup is endless; From morning till night,
The weather is fine. This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower, which was prepared by predecessors. However, it led to the northern martial arts,
The Antarctic poet Xiaoxiang often meets here to observe the feelings of things.
Nothing unusual? If the husband can't even open the moon because of the heavy rain and the evil wind is whistling,
Turbid waves are empty; The sun, moon and stars are hidden, and the mountains are hidden; Business travel is not good,
It was destroyed; Twilight is boundless, tigers roar and apes crow. Deng silou also,
There are people who go to the countryside to miss their hometown, people who are afraid of being laughed at, and people who are desolate and feel extremely sad everywhere.
If it is spring, it is calm and the sky is high and the clouds are light;
Sha Ou Ji Xiang, swimming in the brocade scale; The coast is blue and green.
Or the long smoke has gone, the moon is thousands of miles away, the light is shining and the static shadow is heavy.
How happy it is to answer the fisherman's song! Deng's fourth floor also has a refreshing feeling.
Forget the humiliation and bring the wine to the wind. It's really pleasant. Hey, honey!
Is it to taste the heart of the ancient benevolent, or to do something different? Not satisfied with things,
Don't be sad for yourself; If you live high in a temple, you will worry about your people; If you stay away from the Jianghu, you will worry about your husband. Is progress and trouble,
Retirement is also worrying. But when will you be happy? Do we have to say, "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later"?
4. Wen Tianxiang, a patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote "Crossing the Zero Ocean".
Guo yang
Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.
5. Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems by Gong Zizhen, a famous poet in Qing Dynasty.
Ji hai's miscellaneous poems
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. .
These poems all express the poet's patriotic feelings of caring for the world, the country and the people regardless of adversity.
5. Write Li Bai's poems about the world.
The poem about "Li Bai" goes like this: Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars in Wan Li.
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One day, Dapeng will fly with the wind, go with the wind and go straight to the outside of the cloud nine.
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Li Bai (70 1 -762), whose real name is Taibai, also known as "purple laity" and "fallen fairy", was a great romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty, and was praised as "poetic fairy" by later generations, and was also called "Du Li" with Du Fu. In order to distinguish himself from two other poets, Li Shangyin and Du Mu, that is, "Little Du Li", Du Fu and Li Bai merged again. He is cheerful and generous, loves to drink and write poems, and likes to make friends. Li Bai was deeply influenced by Huang Lao's idea of sorting out villages. Li Taibai's poems have been handed down from generation to generation, and most of his poems were written when he was drunk. His representative works include Looking at Lushan Waterfall, it is hard to go, Difficult Road to Shu, Entering Wine, Liang, First Sending Baidicheng, etc. There were biographies of Li Bai's Ci and Fu in the Song Dynasty (such as Wen Ying's Xiang Ji). As far as its pioneering significance and artistic achievements are concerned, Li Bai's Ci Fu enjoys a high status.
6. Xin Qiji's poems
Xin Qiji (1 140- 1207) was a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.
The word You 'an, named Jia Xuan, was born in Licheng (now Jinan, Shandong). At birth, Shandong was occupied by nomadic people.
At the age of 21, he joined the anti-Jin army and soon returned to the Southern Song Dynasty. He has been to Hubei, Jiangxi, Hunan, Fujian and eastern Zhejiang. During his tenure, he took active measures to recruit exiles, train the army, reward farming, fight corruption, and attach importance to stability and people's livelihood.
He persisted in resisting gold all his life. The Commentary on Nine Comments on Meiqin made a detailed analysis of the political and military situation at that time, which strongly refuted the fallacy of praising the strength of Jin Jun and advocating compromise and surrender. It is required to strengthen operational preparations and boost morale in order to restore the Central Plains.
His anti-gold suggestion was not adopted and was hit by the peace faction. I have left my post for a long time and lived in Shangrao and Lead Mountain in Jiangxi. In his later years, Han □(tuo 1) was in power, once used by people, and soon died.
His lyrics try to restore the patriotic enthusiasm of national reunification, pour out the grief and indignation of irretrievable ambition, and expose and criticize the humiliating surrender of the upper ruling group in the Southern Song Dynasty. There are also many works that praise the rivers and mountains of the motherland. There are various artistic styles, mainly Hao 636f70793231313335323635438+030323133333326362.
Passionate, generous and tragic, vigorous brushwork, and Su Shi are also called "Su Xin". Famous for breaking the array, Chen Tongfu gave Zhuang words to recall the past, Yong Yule, Jingkou, Gu Beiting, Shuilongyin, Deng Jiankang, Shangxin Pavilion and Bodhisattva Man, and wrote a wall in Jiangxi.
However, some works also reveal negative emotions caused by unfulfilled ambitions. And "Jia He's Short Sentence".
Modern people compiled Notes on Xin Jiaxuan's Poems. (Cihai, 1989 edition) Raw tea seeds swim fish to take pictures along the stream, and the sky is at the bottom of Qingxi.
There are clouds in the sky and people are in them. Who and Yu? Empty valley sounds clear.
It's not a ghost or a fairy, but peach blossom water. It was only half a plum blossom, and the health inspector came to Chun Xue all over the sky.
People who love snow the most will be cut into chaos. Cher prefers to drink, as long as the golden cup is full.
Who said it was snowy and cold? The green sleeves are dry and warm. Swallows came last year, and the curtain was deep.
The incense path is muddy, and the piano and books are dirty. Swallows come this year, who will listen to the whisper? There are no shutters, but it is raining yellow.
Huansha's father argued that the rain was even and his brow was not as wrinkled as last year. Thank you diligently, but you are covered in dust.
Birds can sometimes persuade guests, but Momo rogue has been provocative. Pear blossoms have also made a new start.
Huanxisha, together with Uncle Gao and his son, looks like Sushan Temple. These flowers even turned into powder today. Why is Liu frowning? The east wind blows rain, which is thinner than dust. Self-mockery is like lewdness, and now I am more pregnant with trees.
Bored sadness and hatred are new. In the open air, Jiao Xiao traveled to Wu Tou Chu Wei, and thousands of miles away.
Don't talk about old grievances and new enemies, Changting tree, that's it! I'm tired of traveling on business, and Jade Man got me drunk. It will be cool tomorrow, so keep your ears open.
It's getting late to plow bamboo and emerald green. No one is alone in the secluded path, and there are countless complaints.
Only * * * plum blossom language, lazy to be so weak. You don't want to find incense when you are looking for spring, and there is nowhere to find incense.
The teenager in the middle wall of Boshan Road, picking mulberry seeds, did not know the taste of sorrow and fell in love with the building. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say, I'm still resting, but I know it's cold and autumn is here! Smoke in the wall of Boshan Road, pick mulberry seeds, dew wheat pond willow, wash in the rain and sun.
Like the spring breeze, wash and dry the rain. Take off your pants and go home quickly. I hate thousands of feelings.
Hate thousands of feelings, each boring and singing. The mulberry pickers had to stop asking questions and live alone in a dangerous house.
Relying on a dangerous building alone, I don't believe there are other troubles in the world. It's time for you to go to bed. You can go back to rest.
You can return it and say that you will settle accounts with Xifeng. Bodhisattva Man's book Jiangxi stoma wall fishing drum platform Qingjiang River, how many pedestrians cry in the middle! Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains! Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east.
In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains. Bodhisattva's banquet hall endowed Prime Minister Ye * * * with lofty language, drawing countless horses.
The misty rain is low, I hope not to come. People always worry when they talk on their heads.
Sha Ou clapped his hands and laughed with a sad face. Qingping Music stayed alone in the Wangshi Temple in Boshan, with hungry mice around the bed and bats dancing with lanterns.
There is a breeze blowing in the room, and it is raining hard. I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows. From the northern frontier to the south, and now retired to the forest, it is already an old face with white hair.
A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me. Qingpingle Village has low eaves and green grass on the stream.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
As seen in the book "Qingping Music School Mountain Garden", everything starts from now on. The meat and liquor at the head of the bed are cooked with crutches first.
Children are stealing a long pole in Lizaoshan Garden in Xifeng. Don't surprise others. I will sit quietly and watch.
Ruan Langgui was promoted to the position of Zhang Chu's father in Leiyang Road, and the lights in front of the mountain were dying, and the mountains were one after another. The partridge heard the voices of several families living in the village. I was on the lonely Xiaoxiang Road, and I seemed to meet an old friend.
When the young man also learned that Zhuge Liang was holding a feather fan, holding his head high and commanding thousands of troops to fight the enemy with ease. Nowadays, the withered fu evokes the soul, and the Confucian crown is even more wrong! Too often, Jiankang's Mid-Autumn Festival was presented to Lu with a round of autumn shadows, and the flying mirror was re-polished.
Ask [female root] wine: white.