After all, the world is just a small place. (Farewell the viceroy to his post in Shu) II. Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you.
(Li Bai: "Send a friend" 3. The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? (Bai Juyi: Farewell to Ancient Grass) 4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
(Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Twenty Shi An Xi") 5. Cold rain at night Wu, Fujian in Chushan. (Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 6. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows a gentleman.
(Gao Shi: "Not Big") 7. Thousands of feet in Taohuatan is not as good as Wang Lun's. (Li Bai: To Wang Lun) 8. Lonely sails are far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
(Li Bai: Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou) 9. We watched him go east through the wheel tower door, leaving only hoofprint behind him. (Cen Can: Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home in a Song of Snow) 10. Outside Changting, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered.
A ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. Li Shutong: Farewell.
2. The poem 1 describes the night of crossing the sea on June and June 20th.
Excerpts from the original text:
On the third night, the bitter rain will eventually clear up.
Who decorated the clouds and the moon? Natural beauty and clarification of ocean colors.
In his spare time, Chaucer took advantage of music to get a general understanding of Xuanyuan's music.
I don't hate the narrow escape in the south. I spent the rest of my life traveling.
Explanation:
It was midnight when the ship crossed the sea, and the stars were hanging in the sky. The handle of the big dipper has turned very low. Continuous rain always stops; The wind that keeps blowing all day will always stop.
The dark clouds in the sky have dispersed and a bright moon is hanging in the sky. I wonder who arranged the embellishment of this scenery. In fact, the face of the sky and the color of the sea are clear and innocent, and no external force is needed to wash them.
I wanted to learn to quit the officialdom with a fork, but now I don't have to. Confucius' thoughts are superfluous to me. Now that the political situation has leveled off, I have generally understood the warm music of the Yellow Emperor's Fairy Pool.
Exiled to this remote desert island in the south, I had a narrow escape, but I have no regrets. Because this trip to the south is amazing, which is unprecedented in my life.
2, Song Yang Wanli "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
Excerpts from the original text:
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Explanation:
The scenery of the West Lake in June is different from other seasons: the dense lotus leaves spread layer by layer, connected with the blue sky, and endless green; Graceful lotus flowers are in full bloom, especially bright and red under the sunshine.
On June 27, 3, stone's "Looking at the Lake Building Drunk Book".
Excerpts from the original text:
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
Explanation:
Dark clouds surge up, just like splashing ink, but a mountain is exposed on the horizon. The splash caused by heavy rain is like white beads and gravel, splashing on the boat. Suddenly, the wind swept in and dispersed the dark clouds all over the sky. The water in the West Lake was as blue as a mirror, bright and gentle.
4. Tang, "Send Li Wei as an envoy to the Western Expedition of the loyalist"
Excerpts from the original text:
The Flame Mountain is hotter in June, and the Red Crossing is afraid of pedestrians.
Knowing that you often cross Qilian City, you won't be afraid to see Luntai Moon.
Please dismount, enter Luzai Restaurant and take you to the west ten thousand miles away.
Fame comes only from horses. What a hero.
Explanation:
The Flame Mountain is hotter in June, and the Chiting crossing is afraid of breaking pedestrians.
Knowing that you often cross Qilian City, where are you afraid to see Luntai Moon?
Please dismount and enter the inn temporarily, and send you to attack Hu thousands of miles west.
Fame and fortune are only for a while. You are really a hero.
5. Tang Nie's Home
Excerpts from the original text:
Father plowed Harada, son? This mountain is barren.
The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse.
Explanation:
Dad plowed in the mountains, and his son reclaimed land at the foot of the mountain. It was June, the rice in the field had not yet headed, and the warehouse where the government collected taxes had been repaired and was waiting to be harvested.
3. The Tang Dynasty poet's poem "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" describes June: the trees grow dark in summer, the balcony reflects the pond, the water curtain blows gently, and the roses are full of fragrance.
"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling: The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies to the top of the mountain. People are already afraid of the exhaustion of rivers and seas, even at the expense of the sky. Qin Guan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "Enjoy the Cool Day": chasing the cool outside the willow with a coffin and painting a bed on the south bank of the bridge.
In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance. Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Chasing the Cool at Summer Night": The night is as hot as the afternoon, and the door is bright.
Deep in the bamboo forest, insects are singing, sometimes it's cool, only the wind. In midsummer, Nan Ting Si Xin, a poet in Tang Dynasty, Meng Haoran: The mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the lake in the east starts from the moon.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
Su Shunqin, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "Summer Meaning": The summer in the other courtyard is deep and clear, and pomegranate flowers are full of curtains. The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles.
Lu You, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote "Living in seclusion in early summer" in Nanjing: the lakes and mountains are at home, and the trees are in the shade. When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.
The dragon has turned back to shoot bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen still blooms the first flower. Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.
4. Poems describing June: The wind in Quyuan is clear, and in June, the lotus flowers are full of lake fragrance, and the red and green fans reflect the clear waves. Mulan is like flower girl on the boat. She has many beloved sons in the Lotus House. Xiuzhu Village is an old woman who lives by the river. I only heard the sound of "goo goo" when I went out, and there were paths in the forest. There is a bamboo garden behind the house and a buttonwood tree in front of the house. My cousin took my hand and caught fish by the river. Taoyuan is in midsummer. Children catch dragonflies. When cicadas sing freely in the tree, you can listen to it or not. Talking about what's going on in the world is very comfortable and relaxing. Lie on the hemp fiber and count the stars in the sky. In Zhou Nan in June, there are many strings of lychees. The crimson snow is bright red, and the jade pot is bright and cold. Gao Ming is Xu Chuan's new song, and Fang Wei recommended Senior Officials. Five Blessingg's first frost department was quiet, and a few days passed. The official warehouse has been built. Dark clouds turn over ink, mountains are not covered, and white rain jumps over the boat. The wind blows away and the lake looks like the sky under it. On the night of June 3rd, I heard that Bai Juyi and Qing Xiang were exposed, and the willows were moving well. On the third night of dusk, the new cicada made its first sound. At first, I heard that I was worried about the guests in the north. Listen and remember Tokyo. I have a bamboo house, don't come to cicada again. I wonder who will dial the boat last month.
5. What are the prose poems about June? June is a warm country.
In the sunshine smile, I walked to the border. South of peace, west of sorrow.
Some flowers drooped their eyebrows, trying to win the last smile with a broken gesture. This is not sad, because you don't give up.
People may not have a flower to hold on to.
B,
Good mood, hanging on a tree with dense leaves. When the wind blows, the smile swings with the heart.
Let's get started, the trip in June.
The dull days are slowly blooming, and small yellow flowers are spit out in the gray ceramic basin. Occasionally, people passing by will smell a little shyness and sweetness.
Who is the background engraved in your eyes?
Pedestrians have gone away, and the bells of the years are urging a new beginning.
C,
I stood in the wilderness of time and looked at the running water.
From winter to autumn, from south to north.
Fold the past into a sailboat and watch the drifting shadow slowly go away. The wet sound comes from ancient times.
You combed your white feathers and told me in a flying posture: farewell, that doesn't belong to today's memories.
My mood, stained with the color of water, flows slowly.
From cold to hot, from impetuous to calm.
d、
There is a life more suitable for nostalgia.
Dip in ink and you write down these heavy squares.
The scenery in the middle of the night has been soaked with deep sadness. Although, this season belongs to enthusiasm.
e、
In fact, if you want to wander, tell yourself when you pass through one desert island after another.
Pick up the skeleton left on the plain, drop a bloody flower and watch the flower half open in a vague moment. Being drunk is a lifetime. Never woke up again.
Describe life with rich blue, incisively and vividly.
The people guarding the city are waving and looking up, many stories have ended and started again.
Female,
Lies have begun to get wet, and you jump back and forth, leaving crooked footprints.
Spring is on the left and summer is on the right.
June is a dividing line, living between the lines of poetry in a hurry.
Grow or die.
g、
The beginning is the end.
6. Describe the poetry and music court in June.
In June, lotus flowers filled the lake.
Red clothes and green fans reflect clear waves.
Mulan boat is like a girl selling flowers.
Picking a lotus home loves many children.
Xiuzhu village
Grandma in the country,
My family lives by the river.
I only smell cuckoo when I go out.
There are paths in the forest.
The green bamboo garden behind the house,
The buttonwood tree in front of the house.
My cousin took my hand,
Catch fish by the river.
A midsummer night in Taoyuan
Adults shake the cattail leaf fan,
Children catch dragonflies.
Cicada sing freely in that tree,
Whether you listen or not.
Talking about what happened in the world,
Free and relaxed.
Lay down with hemp fiber,
Count the stars in the sky.
Zhou Nan litchi Dan in June, ten thousand clusters more clusters.
The crimson snow is bright red and the jade pot is crystal clear and cold.
Gao Ming wrote new songs, and Fang Wei once recommended "Big Official".
The frost in Five Blessingg is still there, and a few oblique piles of stones are withered.
Father plows the original field, and son hoes the mountain.
The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse.
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
On the night of June 3rd, I heard cicada Bai Juyi.
Lotus Qing Xiang dew drops, willow good wind.
On the third night of Weiyue, the new cicada made its first sound.
At first glance, I was worried about Beike. I listened to Tokyo.
I have a bamboo house, don't come to cicada again.
I wonder who rowed the boat last month.