A poem describing 65438+ February.

The poem describing 65438+ February is as follows:

1, Renchen drives east in December, followed by founding ceremony. Jin Dynasty: Yuan Haowen.

This is a tragic struggle between the dragon and the snake, and it is easy to do anything. The mountains and rivers in the plateau have changed, and the winds in the battlefield have come and gone. Jingwei filled the sea with resentment, Bao Yong cried Qin Ting without tears. Bing hero knows who is there and doesn't plan to divide his troops and go to Jingxing.

2. On December 2nd, Song Dynasty, Shen Yuanting sleepwalked: Lu You.

It's spring in the south of the city, and only plum blossoms can't be seen. Jade bone has been under the spring for a long time, and the ink mark is still locked in the wall.

3. On the evening of December 15th, Qing Dynasty: Yuan Mei.

More and more heavy, more and more urgent, and gradually the voice died. The window is brighter, and it snows every day.

4. Yao folk songs in December. Love, Yuan Dynasty: Wang Shifu.

Since walking, the distant mountains are faint and the water is more sparkling. Look at Liu Fei Juan, drunk peach blossom. The fragrance of the cabinet is bursting, and the heavy door is covered by rain. I'm afraid dusk will be abrupt and dusk, so why not be ecstatic? New tears overwhelm old ones, and heartbroken people remember heartbroken people. How thin is Chunxiang muscle this year? The bandwidth is three inches.

5. In mid-December, my brother Jing Yuan Wei Jin: Tao Yuanming.

Under the tomb door, Miao is isolated from the world. Looking around, who knows, Fei Jing is usually closed during the day. It's sad at the end of the year, and it snows. There is no hope in the ear, but nothing in the eye. The strength invades the inner sleeve, and the ladle repeatedly covers it. In an empty space, there is nothing to be happy about! Read thousands of books, always see the legacy. Too high to climb, it is too poor. If you can't help it, working late is a mistake! In a word, who can't?

6. Three songs on December 1st, Tang: Du Fu.

At present, the twelfth lunar month is moving in spring, and the Qianjiang River in Yun 'an County is pitiful. You say where to send the book geese, get on the boat. Don't be surprised, just take sorbus to hold the sky. The bright light makes the draftsman envy when the lung disease will end.

The sky is cold, the mountains are blue, and the river in front of the building is foggy. The well produces negative salt, and the girl in the stream drums to send the boat. The new pavilion looks at the scenery, and Maoling writes books to quench his thirst. Spring flowers are colorful, and Chuke widex will meet each other.

That is to say, do you have an oriole calendar when watching swallows enter the mountains? It's just a short peach blossom that blooms at the water's edge and gently catkins some clothes. Spring must be fun for a long time, but it is rare to meet each other when you are old. It is difficult to make a strong drink in a day, and it is an enemy of the mountain.