The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was covered with frost. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
2, "Looking at Lushan Waterfall"-author Li Bai Tang Dynasty?
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Under the sunshine, the incense burner peak produces purple mist. From a distance, a waterfall hangs in front of the mountain like a white silk thread. There seem to be several waterfalls in thousands of feet on the high cliff, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky to the ground.
3. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (V)-The author Gong Zizhen lived in the Qing Dynasty.
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
"The sadness of parting extends to the distant place where the sun goes down." When I left Beijing, I felt that I was at the end of the world with a flick of my whip to the east. I quit my job and went home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.
4, "Xiang Zhong"-Chen author Song?
Flying flowers on both sides of the strait, red boats, and a hundred miles of fish embankment wind for most of the day.
Lying on the boat and looking at the clouds in the sky, they didn't seem to move, but they didn't know that the clouds and I were moving eastward.
Vilen on both sides of the strait is full of colorful flowers, dancing with the wind, and even the sails seem to be stained with light red. Sailing along the downwind, it takes half a day to reach a place hundreds of miles away from Beijing. Lying on the boat, looking at the clouds in the sky, they seem motionless, but they don't know that the clouds and I are heading east.
5, "Liu Yong"-the author He Tangchao,
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and soft willows hang down like ten thousand green ribbons fluttering gently. Whose skillful hand cut off this thin young leaf? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February. It's like a pair of clever scissors.