Poets use the wind as a metaphor to express their ambitions and praise the noble character and diligence of the wind. Song Jiyong's Chronicle of Tang Poems called this poem "the most memorable, really a genius", which is probably where its aftertaste lies. This poem focuses on the word "sentient beings". The speed and urgency of the wind in the form of "People" below the Galin River, which is described by freshness in "People", originally had no purpose, but the word "Jia" was used in the second sentence, which became a deliberate action, as if the wind was rushing to make the forest fresh. The subsequent writing activities of Feng also grasped "expelling smoke", "rolling fog" and "relaxing sound", which was originally a natural phenomenon of writing as a conscious activity. She is miraculous, like an elf, going in and out of the mountain stream, driving away smoke and fog, bringing refreshment, blowing the pines in Shan Ye and playing a wonderful movement for people. In the poet's pen, the image of the wind is vividly portrayed.
2. The words describing the aftertaste are still fragrant.
The saliva flowed down three feet from the lips.
Stare anxiously until your eyes are tired.
There is a sign of delicious food, and then it is described as delicious and greedy.
Yupan is delicious and delicious, and the feast is delicious. The phoenix marrow dragon liver has an endless aftertaste, with fragrant lips and teeth, good color and taste, and eight treasures and jade fragrance.
In everyone's mouth.
Smooth, crisp and tender gravy overflows, with a full taste and a long aftertaste. It is soft, tender and smooth and melts in the mouth.
Crispy outside and tender inside.
Lubricating and delicious
Full of color, smell and taste.
The smell is compelling.
The aftertaste lingers.
Keep your lips and teeth fragrant.
just melt in the mouth
Smooth and refreshing
Taste mellow
Fat but not disgusting
Spicy but not dry
Fresh and juicy
Give me some classic poems worth remembering. Thank you. I never recite all the poems, but I can only write you some sentences:
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
In Lantian, mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moongreen sea, and the weather is getting warmer and warmer.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
Waiting for change is old, but it is old.
When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, shadows flow into Pingqiang water.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
There's nothing to do, bloom is in a state of flowers, and the small garden country walks alone.
The running water is gone.
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.
No rain or shine.
Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
I hate pressing gold thread every year and making wedding clothes for others.