The seaside is bathed in the breeze after the rain, and the colorful sunset clouds set off the blue sky. The locust tree forest is endless, and clusters of white flowers are graceful.
The sea is calm and the locust trees are boundless. Spring breeze awakens the dream of Sophora japonica, and butterflies fly among the flowers.
Outside the palace, there are many bronze camels planted on both sides. In recent autumn, I want to open the Jinrui River to Guanhe River, and I hate the floating bead foil on the floor. Those who are worried about fighting their way out will run around for the rest of your life every year.
5. On the seventh day of June, the cicadas at the head of the river began to sing. In the leaves of heather, dusk rang two or three times. Once the beauty of temples declined, the homesickness of hometown was revived. Before the west wind spread eastward, Qiu Si was born in autumn. Recall the past and listen to it under the palace pagoda flower. Today's infinite thinking, clouds and trees around the city.
6. Di Lichun has no intention of returning to the mountains. In other words, I should step on Sophora japonica tomorrow.
It has been four autumns since I was a rich man. Today, I have new white hair and am lazy to ride an official horse to Youzhou.
8. In Jiange Dream, pedestrians return to Liangshan. Riding a horse and shaking a whip in the Ming Dynasty, Sophora japonica crossed the meridian in autumn.
9. Sophora japonica hangs on the horse in the north of the street, and the sick body is sent late. Who will you write a new poem for after leaving you on autumn night?
10, at dusk, in front of the independent Buddhist temple, the ground was full of Sophora japonica cicadas. Generally speaking, four o'clock is always sad, and the time of heartbreak is autumn.
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12, cicada arrived last June, and every time I heard it, my bones shook. Nowadays, Sophora japonica seems to be still in full bloom, but they are more silent when they are troubled.
13, Sophora japonica fell on the edge of Yugou and stepped out of Doumen. It is raining. At dusk, the savage plowed the fields and there was smoke on the beacon tower.
14, before the rain, the mountain is not inclined and the cicada falls. The wheels are infinite from north to south, and talents return to the river.
2. Poetry praises Huai Hua Li Pin (seeing off friends) Di Lichun has no intention of returning to the mountains to enjoy things.
In other words, I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'm going to step on Sophora japonica. Yang Ning (seeing Fujian off in Sichuan) Jiange Yuanmeng Hall, pedestrians return to Liangshan.
Riding a horse and shaking a whip in Ming Dynasty, Sophora japonica in autumn passes through meridian. Bai Juyi (the secret provincial backyard), the new autumn rain of Sophora japonica, and the tung leaves turn over the night sky.
After all, there is nothing in the hall, and the old man sleeps on a pillow. Xu Hun (seeing relatives and friends off on the river in summer) Before the rain, the mountain is not inclined, and the cicada falls and the locust falls.
The wheels of the north and south are infinite, and the talents on the river return. Huang Tao (who left Beijing in the same year) climbed to the title of fairy and returned to Pukou Village, Yan Tao.
Although I hate parting, I am still very interested. Sophora japonica blooms at sunrise. Bai Juyi (autumn) pool is flooded, and the sun is melodious under the window.
There are many autumn winds, and the Sophora japonica is half full. There are independent people, 41 years.
Wei Zhuang Jing Qiu did not go fishing with the waves, but approached Confucianism. How many autumn winds did twelve Sophora flowers in Chang 'an lose?
3. Poems describing Sophora japonica may be in a room, after a drizzle, or under your unintentional gaze, Sophora japonica is in full bloom, and it blooms with clouds under the blue sky.
Brilliant and magnificent flowers, snowflakes full of branches and trees, pick a bunch of Sophora japonica flowers and have a look. Petals are so tender and delicate, a small one in half, neat and delicate. Look at each flower again. These flowers are so delicate. A small four-petal flower always has two petals closed and two petals open, which reminds you of the ancient poem "especially holding the pipa and covering your face." The wind blew gently, and the Sophora japonica on the tree fluttered, as if it had rained, so white and so desolate. Three Poems by Sophora japonica (1) If Xu Jiao is infatuated, she will melt into the brush to dye the Sophora japonica forest.
Fragrant Ren Tao is drunk, like a white Sophora flower wind. (2) After the rain, the seaside was bathed in the breeze, and the colorful sunset clouds set off the blue sky.
The locust tree forest is endless, and clusters of white flowers are graceful. (3) The sea is calm, the waters are flat, and the Robinia pseudoacacia forest is endless.
Spring breeze awakens the dream of Sophora japonica, and butterflies fly among the flowers. Outside the entrance of the Fallen Star Palace, there are special bronze camels for Sophora japonica, which are planted on both sides the most.
If you want to reach autumn, try to open Jin Rui to Guanhe River. The building hates floating bead foil, and the horse is fragrant and swaying jade.
People who are worried about fighting their way out of the rivers and lakes will have to travel year after year for the rest of their lives. Zheng Gu, a Sophora japonica flower, threw herself into the clear sky with a gold core, holding up her son's soul in shock.
Today, Lao Lang still has hatred. In the past, he abused the autumn wind. Living next door, because I was sent to Wu Rong to open it, I saw the Sophora japonica falling, which covered the court and set off the sunset.
Only * * * cicadas make the temples old, which shows that people are busy for ten years. The dawn window should sing autumn, and the night pillow should teach the dream emperor.
Ma Qing of Shu watched the hunting and was willing to interfere in the desolation. The yard in Nalanxingde is cool, with blushing lips, and I feel thin when I come late.
If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain. Xiao Si pity you, don't be sad.
The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls. The first cicada Bai Juyi On the seventh day of June, the cicadas in the river began to sing.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk. A temple eager to decline in color, and then move to the hometown of feelings.
Qiu Si was born in the autumn before the rise of the west wind. Recall the past and listen to it under the pagoda tree in the East Palace.
Today's infinite thinking, clouds and trees around the city. Early cicada Bai Juyi shines on the mountain at the beginning of the month, and the wind moves the water first.
Like cicadas, they enter the ears of idle people first. When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness.
The cicada in Shangwei Village is singing, and it seems to be muddy at first. Who is listening at Hengmen? In the locust tree at sunset.
Give the child a yellow flower and give the child a busy hand. Li Pin sent his friend to the next place, feeling that Di Lichun had no intention and went back to the mountains to enjoy things.
In other words, I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'm going to step on Sophora japonica. Gong Dou has made Jimen a rich man, and cicadas have been making Sophora japonica flowers for four years.
Today, I have new white hair and am lazy to ride an official horse to Youzhou. The guests were sent to the dream room of Jiange in Shu, and the group returned to Liangshan.
Riding a horse and shaking a whip in Ming Dynasty, Sophora japonica in autumn passes through meridian. Zhang Ji sent Sophora japonica to the north of Xiaoyuandi Street, and the sick body was sent out late.
Who will you write a new poem for when I say goodbye to you in autumn night? Bai Juyi stood in front of the independent Buddhist temple at dusk, and the ground was covered with Sophora japonica and cicadas.
Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn. Bai Juyi secret provincial hall Sophora japonica new autumn rain, tung leaves turn night.
After all, there is nothing in the hall, and the old man sleeps on a pillow. Bao Rong wrote two poems about the Han Palace, which reflected the east window like a jade wheel, and the front hall was absolutely silent.
Palace Sophora flowers fall in the west wind, and parrots call people on cold nights. Yao He was shocked to hear that Xin Chan sent Li Yu last June.
Today, Sophora japonica seems to be still in full bloom, but listening to its voice is even quieter. Zhu Qingyu Doumen looked at the green Sophora japonica that fell in the ditch at night and stepped out of Doumen after the rain.
At dusk, the savage plowed the fields and there was smoke on the beacon tower. In the summer of Xu Hun, relatives and friends on the river sent a visit. Before the rain fell, the cicada fell to the pagoda before the sun set.
The wheels of the north and south are infinite, and the talents on the river return.
4. Modern Poetry about Flowers-Cherry Blossom Poetry
Pink face
With a little laziness
Get up in early spring and March.
I've been dressing up.
Colour your lips red.
Wandering Chun Qing overflows Mount Fuji.
Overflow in the land of the prosperous Tang Dynasty
There is enchanting in charm.
Blooming with a warm smile
This Japanese woman in red
Sing along with Yang Yuhuan's crooning.
In China's ink painting.
Dancing sleeves
A transparent woman in the wind
Wandering on the staff of March
Careless games
Swing the spring into a swing
A bee butterfly is called to collect flowers and make honey.
She hid in the gap between the branches and leaves.
Give a naughty wink.
Interpret the story of the series.
How many boys and girls fall in love with spring?
Wandering in a pink dream
Take care of spring breeze and Mao Mao rain.
Let the park rejuvenate overnight.
A stone road covered with petals
It takes a whole adolescence to clean up.
The transient fragrance of cherry blossoms.
Wake up in your good memories.
You have a cold, and you still have a fever after it.
Lyric lips burn and bubble.
The soft body fell from the branch.
Wake up from the moment it turns to dust.
Tragedy stems from shallowness.
Spring breeze in March
Can cut out green silk tapestries
You can also cut powder dreams.
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5. Enjoy modern Chinese in the blooming season of Sophora japonica 1. What are the characteristics of the opening paragraph in expression? From the structure of the full text, what is the function of this description?
Appreciation: the opening paragraph is orderly and beautiful, and a simple and natural picture is outlined with various rhetoric. Judging from the structure of the full text, this description always starts from the full text and explains it.
2. Explain the meaning of the following two sentences in the text.
I seem to have a special feeling for Sophora japonica. Sophora japonica gives me a fresh and pleasant, quiet and elegant, ethereal and quiet artistic conception, and gives us the best gift in life when we are poor and helpless. )
(2) Between ideal and reality, we can only sit on the fence. Between ideal and reality, between fame and burnout, between the world of mortals and quietness, between relaxation and comfort, we can only be in the middle.
3. What is the purpose of quoting Yuan Haowen's poem?
Intention: Profoundly highlight the main idea and add readability and literary color to the article.
4. What are the characteristics of this article in landscape writing?
Features: elegant and quiet, beautiful and quiet.
6. Are there any poems about Sophora japonica? There are many bronze camels outside Luoyexing Palace.
If you want to reach autumn, try to open Jin Rui to Guanhe River. The building hates floating bead foil, and the horse is fragrant and swaying jade.
People who are worried about fighting their way out of the rivers and lakes will have to travel year after year for the rest of their lives. - .
Today, Lao Lang still has hatred. In the past, he abused the autumn wind. - .
Only * * * cicadas make the temples old, which shows that people are busy for ten years. The dawn window should sing autumn, and the night pillow should teach the dream emperor.
Ma Qing of Shu watched the hunting and was willing to interfere in the desolation. Click on crimson lips to learn more about Nalan Xingde. Go to Baidu to check the coolness of the yard. I feel thin when I come late.
If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain. Xiao Si pity you, don't be sad.
The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls. - .
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk. A temple eager to decline in color, and then move to the hometown of feelings.
Qiu Si was born in the autumn before the rise of the west wind. Recall the past and listen to it under the pagoda tree in the East Palace.
Today's infinite thinking, clouds and trees around the city. - .
Like cicadas, they enter the ears of idle people first. When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness.
The cicada in Shangwei Village is singing, and it seems to be muddy at first. Who is listening at Hengmen? In the locust tree at sunset.
-Sophora japonica fell in the night rain and lay cool under the north porch.
The light is still on and the curtain is turned over. Everyone has a quiet environment to think and talk with an old friend.
In summer, the sun is shining and there are few people.
Sophora japonica is everywhere, and only people are walking. A person sleeps in the bed, cool and stormy.
Don't think that the square is far away, and the proximity is more than the service. Not too thin, thick is more worry-free.
Life is still calm, and the boss should be comfortable. Why raise me? Officials live in seclusion.
-There are many autumn winds, and the Sophora japonica is half full.
There are independent people, 41 years. - .
Bai Juyi is easy to raise, no breakfast, no hidden money. Therefore, I invited my relatives to the capital.
When you are not married, other families are out of date. Winter accumulates warm love, and spring violates the blue period.
The solstice in summer is gloomy, and the rain leaks a little late. An anxious man is the only prophet at night.
You still have a long way to go, but you can't follow your dreams. Sitting and cherishing the changes of the four seasons, cicadas sing Huai branches.
-and new Qiu Si, in order to get the poems of old friends.
Avoid the ground and choose wood, and rise to the fish in the pool. In the city and under the mountain, it is quiet and dark.
Generally, my heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and it is autumn when my heart aches.
-Sophora japonica is full of hospital gas, and pine nuts fall.
Lonely, sitting under a lamp, thinking about the moon. Age is boring, not boring.
The secret provincial backyard, Bai Juyi Sophora japonica new autumn rain, tung leaves turn to night. After all, there is nothing in the hall, and the old man sleeps on a pillow.
-You should only send it to you when I am old.
White happens first, Qingyun starts late. Without a glass of wine, I advise you to keep your eyebrows open.
People look different from the day before. Cicada sounds like last year.
After the new rain of Sophora japonica, willow shadows want autumn colors. After listening, there is no other way. Acacia is another one.
-The dew lotus is fragrant, and the wind and bamboo are the same as the rhyme.
I lay leisurely in the sun, and no one asked me about my illness. In front of the house at dusk, Sophora japonica is one inch deep.
The breeze gently blows the curtains to keep warm, and the dew condenses slightly and the pillow is cool.
At first, I slept under the window and sat on the bed by the pool at night. Idle from the grass invasion step green, static Sophora japonica full of rehmannia.
Tune the strings and smell the backyard, and iron the lamp to reflect the deep room. Who is the new scene at four o'clock? I remember the affectionate assistant minister Li from a distance.
-who saw this melancholy before you, and the song ended.
-Cui Xuan gently rolled the clouds into the distance, and Yan Zhi's tears turned into red lines.
Yao Cao's heart was broken, while Yu Pei painted cold silently. There is no one to see Zhu Xian in the dark, and flowers are blooming in the wind.
Qingluan pulse flies to the west, and the sea is vast. - .
There is no such talent in the world, and nature is a public instrument. Still sweet and yellow, but not suitable for Qingyun.
The cave is clear and hidden thousands of miles away. Judging from the official bitter smell, we should promote friendship.
Pension is not self-funded, it costs money. If you are tired of living, you will worry about poverty all day.
If you ask, you have nothing to be selfish about. Fortunately, I met my master, and I rode horses in the west because I dropped out of school.
Talking is a good opportunity, and you want to forget the taste. There are few cases in which pots attract tourists.
7. Modern poems about Ye are untitled.
Liu Xingyuan
That leaf
The lines are clearly carved.
Five thousand years of human civilization
That leaf
What is precipitated is a language that is difficult to decipher.
That leaf
Deduced the romance of ancient and modern times, and the world was cold.
Although a little old
But there is no shortage.
Tian di Fang Hua
Essence of the sun and moon
Listen to the flute quietly on a moonlit night
It seems to be back to the ancient times of Chibi.
A leaf and a love.
According to records, 5,000 years of civilization
Precipitated the prosperous Tang dynasty
The submerged right path in the world
Feel the vicissitudes of life
Konge Caballe
Look at Gan Kun silently.
It's a mess, drunk and hazy
On the clear water
Withered leaves
Float to me alone
Died sadly with the water.
canthus
I don't know when.
Drop a clear tear
Just landed on a leaf.
to dry one's eyes
With leaves
Fly to the ends of the earth
Eventually the leaves will fall back to the roots.
8. Poems by Sophora japonica (children's poems) Thank you. Li Pin saw his friend off to the next place, feeling that Di Lichun had no intention, and went back to the mountains to admire things.
In other words, I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'm going to step on Sophora japonica. Gong Dou has made Jimen a rich man, and cicadas have been making Sophora japonica flowers for four years.
Today, I have new white hair and am lazy to ride an official horse to Youzhou. The guests were sent to the dream room of Jiange in Shu, and the group returned to Liangshan.
Riding a horse and shaking a whip in Ming Dynasty, Sophora japonica in autumn passes through meridian. Zhang Ji sent Sophora japonica to the north of Xiaoyuandi Street, and the sick body was sent out late.
Who will you write a new poem for when I say goodbye to you in autumn night? Bai Juyi stood in front of the independent Buddhist temple at dusk, and the ground was covered with Sophora japonica and cicadas.
Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn. Bai Juyi secret provincial hall Sophora japonica new autumn rain, tung leaves turn night.
After all, there is nothing in the hall, and the old man sleeps on a pillow. Bao Rong wrote two poems about the Han Palace, which reflected the east window like a jade wheel, and the front hall was absolutely silent.
Palace Sophora flowers fall in the west wind, and parrots call people on cold nights. Yao He was shocked to hear that Xin Chan sent Li Yu last June.
Today, Sophora japonica seems to be still in full bloom, but listening to its voice is even quieter. Zhu Qingyu Doumen looked at the green Sophora japonica that fell in the ditch at night and stepped out of Doumen after the rain.
At dusk, the savage plowed the fields and there was smoke on the beacon tower. In the summer of Xu Hun, relatives and friends on the river sent a visit, but the rain did not fall, the mountain was not inclined, the cicada was clear, and the Sophora japonica fell.
The wheels of the north and south are infinite, and the talents on the river return. Send a judge to Xuanzhou, raise a pen to meet Yao, and go to fold Sophora japonica flowers and cross the wild bridge.
Who saw this melancholy before you, and the song is over. Li Pin said that he had doubts about the full moon, but he didn't get the edge of laurel. He stayed in spring until autumn.
I've been worried for several years about apricot blossoms and Sophora japonica flowers falling. Wei Zhuang Jing Qiu did not go fishing with the waves, but approached Confucianism.
How many autumn winds did twelve Sophora flowers in Chang 'an lose? In the year when Huang Tao left Beijing, a fairy laurel climbed back to Pukou Village, Yan Tao.
Although I hate parting, I am still very interested. Sophora japonica blooms at sunrise. Jong Li sunset shadow mountain is not red, and it rains in the distance.
The soul sells its children and never looks back, taking a leisurely look at the road of Sophora japonica. Zilan mortuary is looking for Pei Langzhong's former residence. It is quiet, desolate and infinite, and the desolate steps are tired and repeated.
Who lived here in the past few years? Sophora japonica blooms everywhere. Zilan Chang 'an dances in the early autumn wind, Sophora japonica falls into the imperial ditch, and Zhong Nanshan enters the city in autumn.
The door is in a hurry to recruit soldiers, and the son is drunk. Miracle answered Changsha Ding Xiucai's book, hitchhiking to Emperor Que every month, and Gong went to Jingtai every year.
How did Sophora japonica fall three times? I haven't seen my old friend bring a roll. Jin stopped water in the early autumn of Liu Wei's trip, and he was refreshed.
The grass is gloomy, and Sophora japonica is falling with the wind. I woke up in Wan Li at night.
Mo Wen's future is just sand on the roof. Bai Juyi's autumn pool is sparse, and the sunshine under the window is melodious.
There are many autumn winds, and the Sophora japonica is half full. There are independent people, 41 years.
Chen, do you remember Chang 'an? Recalling Chang 'an in July, Sophora japonica scattered in July. On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, there was a contest on the floor of the needle, and the fragrance of the Central Plains was first presented.
Embroidered hub and golden saddle are infinite, and visitors are late everywhere. Bai Juyi was forbidden to lie in the middle. Because he delayed Wang Huai's daily life, he quietly felt naught.
Sophora japonica falls on a rainy night and lies in the north porch. The light is still on and the curtain is turned over.
Everyone has a quiet environment to think and talk with an old friend. Bai Juyi answers Liu Jie's Villa in Early Autumn. Look at the cool hibiscus hedge and the branches of Sophora japonica in the late rain.
And the new Qiu Si, in order to get the poems of old friends. Avoid the ground and choose wood, and rise to the fish in the pool.
In the city and under the mountain, it is quiet and dark. Bai Juyi stayed overnight in summer, with few people in the courtyard and clear breeze at night.
Sophora japonica is full of gas, and pine nuts fall. Lonely, sitting under a lamp, thinking about the moon.
Age is boring, not boring. Bai Juyi heard that the new cicada gave Liu 28 cicadas a cry, and Sophora japonica took two.
You should only send it to you when I am old. White happens first, Qingyun starts late.
Without a glass of wine, I advise you to keep your eyebrows open. Bai Juyi answers a dream and sees it when he hears the cicada (Liu Meng sees it when the new cicada rewards him). He opened his mouth and thought proudly, singing alone before the evening breeze.
People look different from the day before. Cicada sounds like last year. After the new rain of Sophora japonica, willow shadows want autumn colors.
After listening, there is no other way. Acacia is another one. Bai Juyi is cool in autumn, lying idle in summer, the day is still long, and autumn is still tender.