In prosperous times, you don't have to plow and weave. Give, Tang Du Fu eight guards, it is a rare friend, as for the morning and evening stars.
Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight.
Two men who were young not long ago are now gray at the temples.
It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.
We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again.
You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.
They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip. Then, when we talked for a while, our daughter drank wine.
In spring, leeks are in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way.
My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.
But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. .
The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? . Proverbs want leeks to flourish, just spend leeks and lotus roots in gray. In March, leeks are sold in the street. Leek and cucumber are fragrant at both ends. June leek. Smelly dog! Three quatrains of spring bamboo shoots (3) Du Fu has countless spring bamboo shoots all over the forest, but Chai Men secretly refused to let people go.
Meeting must be made of bamboo, and guests will never be greeted with anger.
Tang Li Shangyin, eat bamboo shoots in the mat first.
Tender and fragrant buds first emerged from the forest,
Yuling's price is as heavy as gold.
Imperial capital, land and sea should be numerous,
Endure to cut an inch of lingyun's heart
"Huanxi Yarn" Zhou Bangyan Hsinchu has become a hall bamboo, and the fallen flowers are full of bird's nest mud. As the saying goes, bamboo shoots grow in Qingming, and bamboo shoots grow in Grain Rain. If bamboo is not planted this year, there will be no bamboo shoots next year. Cucumber: "Huanxisha" Su Shi's rustling clothes and towels drop jujube flowers, and the south village rings in the north. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.
The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage. "Autumn Huai" Lu You gardeners pick cucumbers by shelves, and village girls pick green flowers along fences. It was still very hot in the city, so Qiu Guang went to the wild house first. proverb
Cucumber likes water, and loofah likes vines. Cucumber is sold in the street in May, and gourd bends like a bow in June. Cucumber that does not die after waterlogging, onion that does not die after drought. Spinach "Spinach" Su Shi's bitter cold in the north is gone, and the spinach at the bottom of the snow is like a real armor; Is it really that I am rich in winter vegetables and the frost leaves are cold? Spinach tofu is cheap, but the delicious food will not change. Spinach turned blue in the first month and was shaved in February.
2. The poem describing radish is 1. "Sand gongs hold oil"
Year: Song Author: Shi
Fill the brass sand gong with oil and return the lettuce to him.
But it seems that every year in the first half of the first month, every door is hung with a ball of light.
2. Thirty-one Ancient Poems
Year: Song Author: Shi Xie
The word is on my lips, and the wind and the electric spin are on fire.
It is said that Zhou Zhen has a big radish and has never seen Lao Nanquan himself.
3. Fourteenth to Sunday
Year: Song Author: Fang Hui
There are many rich people in Qiantang, and wine and meat are like mountains.
Wild old people go to town, radish and wintersweet.
4. "Zhou Wengliu drinks"
Year: Song Author:
Xiao sat watching from the broken window, but forgot to stir the fire in the stove on the ground.
Maochai wine is human, and radish soup has a long game.
When the war is decided outside, the size of the front is calculated in hours.
It's hard to say that the mountain is stable now. Pegasus has searched all the tigers and wolves.
5. The wheat is ripe
Year: Song Author:
This year's wheat harvest is also gratifying, with purple stone rain and stalactites falling.
Accustomed to Tian's cake bait, the taste of dreams is gone.
Ruo leaves float like a cow's tongue, and you cut the dragon's ear.
I don't have a radish, and I'm not afraid of matchmakers.
Poetry becomes dissatisfied with your smile, and scholars don't know the cross of bread.