1. Poems about footprints in the snow
2. Poems about chickens in the snow
Poems about footprints in the snow 1. Poems about footprints are Which
The sentences about footprints are as follows:
1. His two big bare feet stepped on the soft brown soil and immediately sank in again. After moving, , leaving footprints one after another.
2. The scene after the snow is even more like this. The earth is covered with silvery white, and the sky and the earth are connected in a line. The boundaries are blurred, and the sky and the earth are blurred. There is only a string of footprints, like tiny flowers, on the ground. A corner becomes a note of silence.
3. You can see the footprints left in the soil.
4. The tide began to rise, and the tide covered our footprints.
5. These two slender, nimble and active legs always bounce when walking. Once they sit down, they leave the ground and swing back and forth rhythmically. When tired, he swayed from side to side.
6. Her short and fat legs, wearing baggy pants, looked like two upright pillows.
7. The girl’s feet are slender, slightly small, snow-white, and her toes are like young lotus root buds.
8. This child is not very old, but he has a pair of big feet, and his two shoes are like two boats.
9. He must have taken this path, and there are his footprints here.
10. Do you think he will not follow these footprints?
11. He looked at the big footprints in the snow, filled with fear
12. The youthful footprints on the snowy mountain grass were bloody every step
13. Both of her Staring at the footprints, full of fear.
14. His footprints were left on the soft soil.
15. Those are tiger footprints, no one dares to walk on them.
2. Write a short poem using "footprints in the snow"
Snow in winter always comes unexpectedly, cutting through the sky and coming slowly.
The color of the snow deepens layer by layer, and it turns white after falling for a long time.
The voice of snow was so soft that I never heard it. It came quietly and left naked.
The imprint of snow is hidden under the feet of children. The imprint of snow is the transformation of growth.
A little poem, I can’t help but think of childhood memories and snow memories.
3. Sentences describing the snow
1. It snowed heavily overnight, and a thick layer of snow accumulated on the roofs of the city. Standing on the flat roof of a tall building and looking out, it was like Like rolling snow-capped mountains.
2. The soft snowflakes fell down leisurely. Gradually, the small snowflakes became larger, thicker, and densely packed.
3. Snow can make people feel cold in only one word. The earth is silvery white and clean, but the snowflakes are still like catkins, cotton, and goose feathers fluttering from the sky.
4. Winter swimmers, have they ever thought of bathing in the flames of snow? Sparkling land, shall I go to my afterlife, or return to my previous life? I often meditate on the edge of this snow, the black and white, which demarcates all journeys.
5. Snow, snow like catkins, snow like reed flowers, snow like dandelions dancing in the air, flying with the wind.
6. Clusters of snow fell down, like countless torn cotton balls rolling down from the sky.
7. The Snow Fairy is waving her sleeves heartily; in the fluttering playing, the sky, the earth, the river and the mountains are pure and pure, without any mire.
8. When it snows for the first time, the snowflakes are often not very big or dense, like catkins floating lightly in the wind. As the wind blows harder and harder, the snow becomes denser and denser, and the snowflakes become larger and larger. It's like weaving a white net, and you can't see anything even ten feet away.
9. In the evening, large tracts of snowflakes fell from the dark sky. In an instant, the mountains, rivers, fields, and villages were all covered in heavy white snow.
10. The snow on the green pine enables the lonely traveler to hear the holy voice.
11. The snow on the roadside and on the sidewalk has melted, and only the remaining snow remains on the roof facing the sun, like a little white hat.
12. Snowflakes were floating in the air, and the small white feathers were scattered like blown pear petals.
13. In the sky, crystal snowflakes are dancing like light jade butterflies.
14. White snow, I love you, I love your purity. You have decorated the earth with silvery white, how beautiful you have made the earth.
15. The willow trees with all their fallen leaves are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars; the evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs.
16. I recognized that those messy and shimmering footprints on the snow were poetry; and the darkened and hardened road was prose. The snow falling on the trees is not grafting, but shaping. The world covered with snow gauze finally appeared in outline.
17. The snow outside the window kept falling on my paper, and I suddenly felt that my life was wasted.
The spring flowers and autumn moon did not stop me, but the snow made me lost. I believe that the wings of angels are hidden in the snow, and a scientific microscope can only detect nothingness. Walking in the snow for too long will lead to snow blindness, so you can only temporarily return to the hut with a red clay stove to warm up with a pot of wine.
18. It's snowing, first there are small snowflakes, fluttering gently like catkins; then it falls heavier and heavier, one after another.
19. On the side of the road, Bai Xue covered the sidewalk with a white quilt, leaving a series of people's footprints on the quilt. Bai Xue put a white cloak on the trees, making them more majestic. .
20. Snow covers the roofs and roads, breaks the branches, hides the appearance of various objects, blocks roads and traffic, and the snowflakes flying all over the sky make the sky and the earth melt into one white body.
21. Snowflakes were flying outside the window, fluttering toward the window glass like thousands of butterflies, bumping playfully against the glass, and then flying gracefully to the side.
4. What are the poems about footprints?
The sentences about footprints are as follows:
His two big bare feet stepped on the soft ground. The brown soil immediately sank in again, and after moving, it left footprints one after another.
The scene after the snow is even more like this. The earth is covered with silvery white, and the sky and the earth are connected in a line, blurring the boundaries and blurring the sky and the earth. There is only a string of footprints, like fine flowers, adorning a corner of the ground. Become a note of silence.
You can see the footprints left in the soil.
The tide began to rise, and the tide covered our footprints.
These two slender, nimble, and active legs always bounce when walking. Once they sit down, they leave the ground and swing back and forth rhythmically. Then he shook it from side to side.
Her legs were short and fat, wearing baggy pants, like two upright pillows.
The girl's feet were slender, slightly small, snow-white, and her toes were like tender lotus root buds.
This child is not very old, but he has a pair of big feet, and his two shoes are like two boats.
He must have taken this path, and there are his footprints here.
Don't you think he will follow these footprints?
He looked at the big footprints in the snow, filled with fear
The youthful footprints on the snowy mountain grass were bloody every step
She stared at the footprints, filled with fear fear.
His footprints were left on the soft soil.
Those are tiger footprints, no one dares to walk on them.
5. A poem about the little feet of people on the snow
Find a famous ancient poem with a similar artistic conception written by a famous contemporary poet. One of the famous quotes is as follows: Snow with the Scenery/Li Zhe also brought a cold night from the north, and the vast plains were covered with heavy snow.
When you enter the forest, you will find thousands of white trees, and thousands of pear trees in bloom. When it falls into the wild, it becomes a quilt of wadding, which is just the right time for the winter slumber of the basil.
The most beautiful scene is the birds walking up the snow, and the bamboo leaves look pity on themselves. Note: Baiyinxile Nature Reserve is located in Xilinhot City, Inner Mongolia.
It has a vast area, undulating hills, the Xilin River runs through it, and the large tracts of secondary forest belts seem to put a green crown on the grassland, and the scenery is particularly beautiful. Lakes of all sizes are like bright mirrors embedded in the green wilderness.
The scenery is beautiful in all four seasons. In winter, the snow falls on the plains, with thousands of pear trees, white catkins and bird prints all over the ground.
Poems about Chickens in the Snow 1. Poems about Chickens
Poems about Chickens:
Wang Jia, Sheri (Tang Dynasty)
< p> At the foot of Ehu Mountain, the rice beams are fat, and the pig cages and chickens perch with their doors half-opened.The shadows of mulberry trees are scattered in the spring society, and every family supports people to return intoxicated.
Nanling farewell children enter the capital Tang·Li Bai
The white wine is newly ripe and the yellow chickens return to the mountains to peck at the millet. The autumn is getting fat
The children cook the chicken and drink the white wine. The children laugh and lead people. Clothes
Singing to get drunk and masturbating, dancing at sunset to win the glory
Persuading people who have endured all kinds of hardships to ride long distances on horseback with a whip
The foolish woman in Kuaiji bought her ministers lightly. He also left his home and entered the Qin Dynasty in the west
He looked up to the sky and laughed and went out. How could we be from Penghao?
Visiting Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty] Lu You
Mo Xiao Farmer's wax wine is muddy In good years, chickens and dolphins are welcomed as visitors.
There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.
From now on, if you can take advantage of the moonlight leisurely, you can knock on the door with your stick all the time and night.
Painting Chicken Tang Yin
No need to cut off the red crown on the head,
Walking into the future covered with snow.
I dare not speak softly in my life,
Thousands of doors will open with one call.
2. Poems about chickens
1. "Poem to Encourage Learning"
Tang Dynasty: Yan Zhenqing
Three watch the lights and five watch Rooster is when a man is studying.
Black-haired people don’t know how to study diligently early, and white-haired people regret studying late.
Translation: From midnight every day to when the rooster crows, it is the best time for boys to study. In their youth, they must know how to study hard and study diligently. But if you only know how to play and don't know how to study hard, you will regret when you are old that you didn't know how to study hard when you were young. When you get older, you will regret why you didn't know how to study hard when you were young.
2. "Painting Chicken"
Ming Dynasty: Tang Yin
The red crown on the head does not need to be cut, and the future is covered with snow.
I dare not speak lightly in my life, and thousands of doors will be opened.
Translation: The bright red hat on its head is like a blooming red flower and does not need to be cut. It is a white chicken, so it walked over with its body covered in snow. In his life, he never dared to talk casually, but once he shouted, thousands of houses would open their doors and windows.
3. "She Ri"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jia
At the foot of Ehu Mountain, the rice and beams are fat, and the dolphins and chickens perch with their doors half-opened.
The shadows of mulberry trees are scattered in the spring society, and every family supports people to return intoxicated.
Translation: At the foot of Ehu Mountain, the crops are growing well, and every household is full of pigs and flocks of chickens. It was getting late, and the shadows of the mulberry and eucalyptus trees were getting longer and longer. The banquet in the Spring Society gradually dispersed, and the drunk people went home happily with the support of their families.
4. "Fenghe Zhongshushe Ren Jia Zhi Early Dynasty to the Daming Palace"
Tang Dynasty: Cen Shen
The rooster crows on the purple road, the dawn is cold, and the oriole sings. The state is full of spring scenery.
The golden palace opens thousands of households at dawn, and the jade-level immortals support thousands of officials.
The flowers welcome the sword and the stars have just fallen, and the willow flags are still wet.
It is difficult to sing a song in the spring of the Phoenix Pond alone.
Translation: The rooster crows at the fifth watch, and the dawn on the road in Kyoto is slightly cold; the oriole crows, and the spring is already fading in Chang'an city. The dawn bell in the watchtower rang, and thousands of palace doors were opened; there were many guards of honor in front of the jade steps, surrounding the officials who went to court.
The morning star has just set, and the flower path welcomes the guards with swords; the willow branches flicker the flags, and not a drop of dew has dried. Only Jia Zhi, a scholar in Fengchi Zhongshushe, wrote a praise poem; his poem is "Yangchun Baixue", which is too difficult to sing in harmony.
5. "Morning Journey to Shangshan"
Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourned for their hometown.
The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian and the moon is shining brightly in Banqiao.
The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are shining brightly on the post wall.
Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond.
Translation: When I get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; after traveling a long way, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly. The sound of chickens is loud, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the wooden plank bridge is covered with early spring frost.
Withered oak leaves covered the wild roads in the barren mountains; pale white orange blossoms bloomed brightly on the mud walls of the inn. So I remembered the beautiful scene of Du Ling's dream last night; a flock of ducks and geese were playing in the curved lake and pond on the shore.
3. Poems about chickens
1. Chickens and dolphins stay as guests during good years
Song Dynasty
Lu You
"Visiting Shanxi Village"
2. The driven dogs and chickens are the same
Tang Dynasty
Du Fu
"The Troops and Chariots"< /p>
3. Smell the Sky Chicken in the Sky
Tang Dynasty
Li Bai
"Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Farewell"
4 , Old Friend with Chicken Millet
Tang Dynasty
Meng Haoran
"Passing the Old Friend's Village"
5. Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair< /p>
Song Dynasty
Su Shi
"Huanxisha·Visiting Qishui Qingquan Temple"
6. Don't sing yellow chicken and have gray hair
Song Dynasty
Su Shi
"Huanxi Sand"
7. Chickens and ducks flock together late and they will not be harvested
Song Dynasty
Wen Tianxiang
"Song of Righteousness"
10. Do not wait for the rooster to crow
Song Dynasty
Lu You
"Shi'er"
4. Poems about chickens
Sheri (Tang Dynasty) Wang Jia
At the foot of Ehu Mountain, the rice beams are fat, and the chickens live in pig cages. Door ajar.
The shadows of mulberry trees are scattered in the spring society, and every family supports people to return intoxicated.
Nanling farewell children enter the capital Tang·Li Bai
The white wine is newly ripe and the yellow chickens return to the mountains to peck at the millet. The autumn is getting fat
The children cook the chicken and drink the white wine. The children laugh and lead people. Clothes
Singing to get drunk and masturbating, dancing at sunset to win the glory
Persuading people who have endured all kinds of hardships to ride long distances on horseback with a whip
The foolish woman in Kuaiji bought her ministers lightly. He also left his home and entered the Qin Dynasty in the west
He looked up to the sky and laughed and went out. How could we be from Penghao?
Visiting Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty] Lu You
Mo Xiao Farmer's wax wine is muddy In good years, chickens and dolphins are welcomed as visitors.
There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.
From now on, if you can take advantage of the moonlight leisurely, you can knock on the door with your stick all the time and night.
Painting Chicken Tang Yin
No need to cut off the red crown on the head,
Walking into the future covered with snow.
I dare not speak softly in my life,
Thousands of doors will open with one call.
Early trip to Shangshan Wen Tingyun
Starting in the morning to march for the priesthood, the traveler felt sad for his hometown.
The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian and the moon is shining brightly in Banqiao.
The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are shining brightly on the post wall.
Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond.
Tao Yuanming's "Five Poems on Returning to the Countryside (Part 1)"
There is little common rhyme, and one's nature is to love hills and mountains.
I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years.
The tame bird misses the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss.
Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden.
The square house covers an area of ??more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.
The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall.
The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins.
Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and roosters crow on top of the mulberry trees.
The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure.
After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
Three of the Three Qiang Village Poems by Du Fu
The chickens were crowing wildly, and the chickens were fighting with each other.
Driving the chickens up the trees, I heard the sound of buckling firewood and thorns.
Four or five elders asked me about my long journey.
Everyone has something to carry in their hands, pouring out the turbidity and clearing it up.
The bitter words "The wine tastes weak, and the millet fields are uncultivated.
The war has not ended, and the children are marching eastward."
Please sing the old song for your father, it is difficult and affectionate.
After singing, they looked up to the sky and sighed, and the four people burst into tears.
Evil Tree Du Fu
He walks alone in Xu Zhai, always holding a small axe.
The shadows are quite mixed, and there are many evil trees.
Because I have the wolfberry, what can I do to you if the chicken roosts?
Only those who know they are not talented will grow wildly
Poems about describing the momentum of roosters
1 When the rooster sings, the world will be white! (Li He)
2 Fly to the Qianxun Tower on the peak, hear the rooster crow and see the sun rise! (Wang Anshi)
3 Dogs bark in the deep alley, roosters crow on the tops of mulberry trees (Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Fields")
4 Half of the wall can see the sea and the sun, and roosters can be heard in the air (Li Bai's "Sleepwalking") "Tian Mu Yin Farewell")
5 There is a lot of green wine in the pavilion, and a golden chicken (Li Bai) is on the plate
6 Sadness comes from it, and the cock crows with sighs. (Cao Zijian's "Abandoned Wife")
7 The two slender eyes were born at the beginning of the month, half white and half black. The rooster crows for the first time, and falls with the dawn star (Xu Chaoyun of Ancient Yuefu)
8 Killing the chicken and refusing to invite Ji Lu, I should ask the son to wrap up the rice (Su Dongpo's "Ci Yun Xu Ji") < /p>
9. The name of Ji De is five, and the first call must be three (Du Fu's "Chicken")
10. Carved wood and strings to make an old man, the chicken's skin and crane hair are the same as the real one. It was quiet for a moment, but it seemed like a dream in life. ("The Old Man Who Yings Wood" by Liang Quan of the Tang Dynasty)
11 The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cockcrow is endless. "The Book of Songs"
12 The rooster crows and the dawn is cold on the purple road - Cen Shen's "Fenghe Zhongshusheren Jia arrives at the Daming Palace in the early morning"
13 The rooster crows in the Maodian moon, and there are no traces of Banqiao Frost ("Morning Journey to Shangshan" by Wen Tingyun)
5. Poems describing chickens
See the sea and the sun half way, smell the chickens in the sky.
An old friend has a chicken Millet, invite me to Tian’s house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slant outside.
The doves in Guan Guan are on the island of the river.
When the rooster sings, the whole world becomes white.
The sound of roosters echoes in the moonlit Maodian, and there are frosts everywhere on Banqiao.
Mo Xiao’s farmer’s wax wine is thick, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins to visit.
There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
Geese, hogs and chickens live in the rice and rice fields, and the water pavilion in the mountain village is full of wine and flags.
I am ashamed to chase the children of the Chang'an community, and the red chickens and white dogs gamble on pears and millets.
Stay overnight before it's too late, watch the sky early when the rooster crows.
The deserted road is full of traffic, and the chickens and dogs are barking at each other.
The lights are on at three o'clock and the chickens are on at five o'clock, which is when men are studying.
Black-haired people don’t know how to study hard early, white-headed people regret studying late.
Half-lying in bed, I fall asleep, and there are cocks crowing outside the village.
When a gentleman is in battle, he doesn’t know the time of the war, so what’s the right time?
The chickens roosted in the pond, and at dusk, the sheep and cattle came down.
When a gentleman is in service, why don’t you think about it!
A piece of anvil strikes a thousand miles of white, and half a chicken sings the fifth watch.
6. Poems describing the appearance of chickens
"Cold Chicken"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yang Wanli
I don't know when the cold chicken is asleep Morning, thank you for the awakening of the bell.
Mo Jiao Zhong fell asleep in the morning, so there was no need to be angry when he laughed at him.
"Poetry about Chickens, Part One of the Pictures of the Golden Rooster at Dawn"
Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Tang Yin
Wuju Wenguan's five-color feathers are scattered all over with a cry Star;
Under the golden gate of the copper pot, jade leakage, many princes reined in their horses to listen.
"Chicken"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Mei Yaochen
A big and proud rooster with a high crown and purple feathers.
Star divination Taishi Bureau, Prime Minister's Mansion living in the trees.
Know the time without losing sight, and call Wu when you have food.
Fortunately, it does not sing all night long, so be careful not to let anyone dance.
7. Ancient poems about chickens
1. Bai Juyi's "Morning Chicken": "If you buy a morning chicken, the chicken will sing, and you don't have to wait for it to crow. The moon is dark in the mountains and the wind is cold. At night, I want to be close to the dawn and cry out."
2. "Chicken" written by Xu Yin of the Tang Dynasty: "Twelve genus of famous ginseng, flowers deep into the feathers. Keep your word to urge the morning, and can sing to send off the dawn. The crown of Eguan is adorned with auspicious walls, and the gold is whittled away with sharp claws. It only has the feel of rice beams, how can it repay the sound of virtue."
3. "Cockcrow" by Wang Zun of the Tang Dynasty: "The gold is far away from the corolla and nestles beside the house, In the morning, we all cry out in unison. The switch has its own livelihood, and there is no need to wait for you to cry."
4. Li Shangyin's "Fu Got Chicken": "The rice beam is still enough to keep the chicks alive, and the jealous enemy has a special show for himself." Entertainment. If you want to be frightened and steady in your dreams at the fifth watch, you will not be afraid of the wind and snow."
5. Zhu Yuanzhang's "Golden Rooster Crows": "The rooster crows once and pouts once, and the rooster crows twice and pouts twice, and three times. Call out the fusang sun and sweep away the remaining stars and the dawning moon."
6. The essayist Yang Shuo once wrote a poem "Snowy Night Reminiscing" in Yan'an in the winter of 1944: "The wind and snow in the four mountains The night is desolate, singing the dawn chicken in the dark night. I have a burning heart for poetry, and I am dedicated to the dust.
8. Poems with the word "chicken" ~
Binding the chicken During the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's slave tied up a chicken and sold it to the market. The chicken was tied up and they started to argue with each other.
The family hated the chicken and ate insects and ants. I didn't know how much the chicken was cooked when it was sold. I scolded him. The slave is untied.
When the chickens and insects are gone, pay attention to the Hanjiang Yishan Pavilion. The jade leaks in the Xuanwu Lake of the Southern Dynasty, and the crowing of the chickens returns to the embroidery.
Who said Qiong Shu was not as good as Jin Lian when he came to the court? The enemy's army camp was full of driftwood, and the palace was full of scholars. Gifted to my roommate Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, the sound of clogs in the cave is not lost by the flowers.
The pearl trees line up again to pity the emeralds. The orchids return to the old pistils and the green rims of the jade towers envy the roosters. Decorate with fresh incense and wall mud.
Sing all the way to Yangguan, and send half a cup of frozen pine leaves to Cui Weifu Caini, the secret hall of Li Shang, the scholar of the Tang Dynasty. Cao Si is now in the east and west hall. /p>
Geng Ge Taiye turned over the yellow swan, and got the jade chicken from the hunting barn. I didn’t know how different the golden palm was when I drank at dawn. I was surprised when the jade rope was low when singing at night.
Although Juntian allows the world to listen. , the door is closed and there are many dreams. The two poems of hibiscus and Li Shangyin are full of wind, and the fragrance of chicken is exposed. There are also kings in it.
In Sanqing and Xiandao, no matter what happens, flies, butterflies, chickens, musk deers, phoenixes, etc. form a chapter in Tang Dynasty.
The fighting cock returns to Yule, and the musk deer warms the gold. The tortoiseshell bookstore and the glass ice wine jar
There are many masters in the painting building, and the phoenixes in the broken mirror of Tang Dynasty are no longer clear. Holding, the water chestnuts are scattered and the moon is fading.
After the pheasant shines on Qin Tai, it is the time when the lone luan stops dancing. Entertain yourself.
If you want to awaken your dream at the fifth watch, you will not hesitate to be the sun in the wind and snow. Ma Wei's Two Poems by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty. Overseas disciples heard that Geng Jiuzhou was uncertain about his fate.
In the sky, I heard that the tiger travels to announce the night watchman, but there is no more chicken man to announce the dawn. On this day, the six armies were stationed together, and the Chinese Valentine's Day was laughing at the morning glory.
How can the Four Ji be the emperor, not as good as the Lu family? Traveling to the southwest, I send a message to you. Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty. Hundreds of miles of clouds are covered with snow and mud, and travelers are only in the west of the snowy clouds.
The dream of returning home in the Ming Dynasty was shattered, and it must be Chen Cangbi Pheasant. Qin Music and Lyrics·Cai's Five Lanes·Two Autumn Thoughts by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The spring sun is like yesterday, and the green trees are singing oriole.
The wild grass is at dusk, and the cool breeze is blowing. Under the autumn leaves, the cold moon is sad.
Sitting in sorrow, the flowers are resting, and the white dew is withering. Ancient Style Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The carts raised flying dust, and the pavilions and streets were dark at noon.
There is a lot of gold in the middle, and the first house is opened in Lianyun. If you meet a cockfighting man on the road, what a brilliant crown he has.
The breath is dry and the rainbow is dry, and all pedestrians are wary. There is no old man who can clean his ears. Who knows about Yao and Zhi?
Ancient Style Tang Dynasty·Li Bai The mysterious wind changes to the ancient times, and Taoist mourning never returns. It disturbs the people in the season, and the cock crows in all directions.
But if you know Jinmamen, who knows Penglai Mountain. Luo Qi is dead with her white head, and she has no time to laugh and sing.
Green wine mixed with elixir, Qing'e withered and bare face.
The great Confucian squandered golden vertebrae and carved poems and rituals.
There are three trees in the sky, which can only be climbed by a blind eye. Ancient Style Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty A hungry phoenix does not peck at millet, but eats nothing but flavour.
How can I compete with a group of chickens for a meal? The trees of Kunqiu sing in the morning, and the mainstay drinks in the evening.
It’s a long way back to fly across the sea, and I’ll be alone in the frosty weather. Fortunately, I met Prince Jin and made friends with him.
My gratitude was not repaid, so I sighed in vain. Autumn Thoughts by Li Bai, Tang Dynasty The spring sun is like yesterday, and the green trees are singing oriole.
The wild grass is at dusk, and the cool breeze is blowing. Under the autumn leaves, the cold moon is sad.
Sitting in sorrow, the flowers are resting, and the white dew is withering. Seventeen Songs of Qiupu by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The golden ostrich of Qiupu is rare in the world and in the sky.
The pheasant is shy of the water and dare not shine on the sweater. Presented to Guo Jiying, Tang·Li Bai Guo Youdao from Hedong is like a floating cloud in the world.
Significant virtue has no place for me, and clear light reflects only you. It is shameful to eat chickens together, and grow up to flock with phoenixes.
A strike of nine thousand people, the phase is full of purple atmosphere. Staying at Aohu Lake by Li Bai, Tang Dynasty The rooster crows from Huangshan Mountain, and I stay in Aohu Lake in the dark.
The white rain reflects the cold mountains, and the trees are like silver bamboo. We support lead miners and bathe in lotuses by the water.
The sky opens in the middle of the night, and the stars are blinding. Going to the building tomorrow morning, there will be many bends in Ganglong.
When you are with an axe-wielding man, you are cutting down cloud trees in front of the stream. Qiang Village, Tang Dynasty, Du Fu A group of chickens are crowing, and the chickens are fighting when guests arrive.
Driving the chickens up the trees, I heard the sound of knocking on the firewood and thorns. Four or five elders asked me about my long journey.
Each one has something to carry in his hand, pouring out the turbid and clearing it up. The bitter words and wine are weak, and the millet fields are unploughed.
The war has not ceased, and the children have gone eastward. Please sing an old song for your father, it is difficult and affectionate.
After singing, they looked up to the sky and sighed, and the four people burst into tears. Going out to Zuoye in the evening by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The call is shallow during the day, and the spring flags are in full bloom.
When you retreat to the court, the flowers are scattered, and when you return to the courtyard, you will be fascinated by the willows. The snow on the building melts and the city becomes wet, the palace clouds disappear and the palace becomes low.
Avoid people burning remonstrance grass, and ride horses to let chickens roost. Western Suburbs by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty When I left Bijifang, I looked towards the thatched cottage in the Western Suburbs.
The official willows on the city bridge are thin, and the wild plum blossoms on the river road are fragrant. There are books and books on the shelf next to them. Read the titles and add medicine bags.
What’s the point of laziness when no one notices coming and going. Cold Food by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty Cold Food on Jiangcun Road, wind and flowers are flying high and low.
The smoke from Tingshan is soft and gentle, and the bamboo sun is still and bright. Tian's father wants everyone to go, but the neighbors are making trouble.
The land has lost all acquaintances, and the chickens and dogs have forgotten to return home. The evil tree by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty walks alone around the Xu Zhai Path, always holding a small axe.
The shadows are quite complex, and there are many evil trees. Because I have the wolfberries, why can't the chickens live there?
You know that those who are not talented will grow wildly. The seventeenth king's attendant Yuanxu brought wine to the thatched cottage to send this poem, and invited the thirty-five-year-old envoy to come with him. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The old man lay down and woke up in the morning. The white house is cold and warm, but it is starting to open.
The river stork happened to be bathing in the secluded path, and the neighboring chicken came over the short wall. I often carry my embroidered clothes with my family, and I can forget to break off the wild plums with my soap cover.
The fake frost threatens the mountain slips, and it must become a drunken pond. Shanguan by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty It is foggy during the day in the south, and it is cold in the north wind.
The road is dangerous and the road is dangerous, and the body is far away in the clouds. The mountain ghost blows out the lamp, and the cook whispers at the end of the night.
When the rooster crows, I ask about the front hall, and I dare to ask for peace when the world is in chaos. Six Quatrains by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The sun rises over the water in the east of the fence, and the clouds grow in the mud in the north of the house.
The high bamboos sing emeralds, and the roosters dance in the desert. When the rice is cut, Yong Huai by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. When the rice is harvested, the clouds and water are empty, and the river is flat against the stone gate.
The cold wind leaves scattered trees, and the rising sun scatters chickens and dolphins. The wild cry first heard of the war, and the woodcutter song left the village a little.
Asking for news when you are homeless, trusting the universe when you are a guest. Cockfighting by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty At the beginning of the cockfighting, a brocade was given, and the horse danced on the bed.
The palace people came out from under the curtain, and the royal willow chief stood in front of the building. The immortal journey ends, and the female music has no fragrance for a long time.
Lonely Lishan Road, the vegetation is yellow in autumn.