Life is like a fog and a dream, and life and death are at ease.
Yun Qi's dark clouds have cleared, his heart is red, and his heart is red.
The maple dance is cold, and the royal sword is free.
Drunk singers laugh with you, and there is no winning move in the sword.
Ten years, a sword in the world, there are documents coming from all directions.
Who rises in Dong Fangbubai, I am the only way.
Pity the long water in my hometown and love the stormy building at dusk.
Huanxiang has more tears than hate, far away.
If the heart regrets breaking the moon, the sky is deeply hesitant.
Qian Wen's marriage is short-lived, which opens the world of mortals.
Liu Xingguang is boundless, and the wind recalls lonely dreams.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. I love you, the sooner the better.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Love seems to rush to the morning dew, leaving the past to laugh at the east wind alone.
Give me some poems that are more artistic, poetic and tasteful.
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Bu operator
The maple leaves on the river bank are getting old, the water is dying, and the eyes are withered green leaves. Chu Xiangke, climb high and look far, just like this yellow flower weather. The sparse sound of changing lanes came, and the echo echoed in the sunset. In the face of this night scene, my sad embrace, missing people far away, new sadness and old hatred, one after another.
Acacia people are thousands of miles apart. The two places miss each other's feelings and are separated by Qian Shan. The rain stopped, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the twelve Qingfeng peaks could not be seen in the distance. There is nothing to say, who will rely on high intentions. Even if you write tens of thousands of painful emotions, who can control the cloud to send me love letters?
Meet Huan
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, the phoenix tree is lonely, and the deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
When will there be a bright moon in the Spring and Autumn Period? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, so the country can't look at the moon.
Carved fences and jade articles should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.
3. The poem describing taste is 1. Su Dongpo is not only a famous scholar, but also a famous gourmet. Therefore, according to legend, there are many famous dishes directly related to him, and more dishes named after him, such as Dongpo elbow, Dongpo tofu, Dongpo jade warm, Dongpo leg, Dongpo bud warm, Dongpo mo carp, Dongpo cake, Dongpo crisp, Dongpo tofu and so on. "Dongpo Collection" contains: "Shu people cherish the buds of Qin, and mix them with dove meat." Spring pigeon, that is, celery fried turtle breast silk. Later it was called Dongpo Spring Pigeon.
Su Shi likes mutton soup, so he wrote: "Qin only cooks mutton soup, and there is bear wax in the dragon."
He also wrote "Ode to Pork": "Without water, firewood can't smoke. Don't rush him when he is ripe, he will be beautiful when the heat is enough. Huangzhou good pork, the price is as cheap as dirt. The rich refuse to eat, and the poor don't know how to cook. I got up in the morning and played two bowls, so I was too full to care. "
Su Dongpo cooks pork with his favorite bamboo shoots. At a gourmet party, Su Dongpo personally wrote a jingle: "No bamboo makes people vulgar, no meat makes people thin, good but not thin, bamboo shoots stew meat".
Delicious but poisonous puffer fish has also become a new delicacy he often eats. "Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river warms the duck prophet. Artemisia sphaerocephala has short reed buds all over the ground, which is the time for puffer fish to go up. " This carefree seven-character quatrain is about bamboo shoots, fat ducks, wild vegetables and puffer fish in spring. It's really delicious.
"Qiu Lai frost dew garden east, reed mustard gave birth to children and grandchildren. I am as full as he hates, and I don't know why I want to eat chicken and dolphins. " In his opinion, these vegetables are more delicious than chicken, duck and fish. Hufeng Lake is Su Dongpo's favorite place for picnicking. He compared the rattan vegetables grown by the lake here to the water shield of the West Lake in Hangzhou: "There are rattan vegetables in Hufeng Lake, which seems to be comparable to soup."
Su Dongpo ate the rice cake made by an old woman and couldn't help but write a poem: "Jade hands are rubbed evenly, blue oil is light yellow." Sleeping at night knows the weight in spring, and the beauty is wrapped in arms. "In just 28 words, it outlines the characteristics of uniform, bright and crisp rice cakes and the image that looks like a beautiful year circle.
4. Sentences about taste include sentences about taste and words about taste.
Parents' home is home. This is my personal feeling. There is no doubt that attaching importance to family is a tradition in China and an instinct in China. Humanistic instinct in ethics and ideas. Time flies, how many years fly; For me, home has different meanings at different ages. ..
Time flies at your fingertips, staying in the misty rain in March, witnessing the prosperity of this fate. You're in there, and I'm on my way. The memory runs over you and me. Who evokes the story and opens it in the hands of years? I looked into the distance with tears in my eyes, and there was your obscurity in the distance.
It's been so long, but it's so new Fashion has never left, but she is still as green as mulberry leaves. A floating dream, staring at the sky of my soul. Her green color has infused China's tradition of advocating nature and modern dyeing art. The fashion designer is looking for it on a mulberry leaf. ..
Spring in this city always comes in unexpected ways. Overnight, the streets were full of soft and gorgeous spring clothes, and the rising breath smelled of grass, Toona sinensis and radish, as if a bottle of old wine had been opened with a bang. ..
Speaking of the Year of the Sheep, at this moment, I think of the children again. In recent years, I don't know why the Chinese New Year holiday is particularly late, and some units require to work until the New Year's Eve. Children work so far away from home, thousands of miles away, and this Spring Festival can't come back.
5. I like bitterness,
There are five flavors, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty. I love suffering alone. Not as sharp as acid, not as greasy as sweet, not as salty as spicy. It has just the right, just the right uniqueness, and even has a bearing close to the Tao. The first bite crossed the taste buds, but reached the heart and spleen. A kind of nourishment from the inside out fills the mind. For an instant, it lingers in my mind, but it is not strong, just like a breeze blowing on my face in a hot summer day. If you sip the product carefully, it will produce sweetness from both sides of your tongue. Sweet or greasy, but not rich, beautiful and meaningful, lingering in your mouth, stirring at different levels. When all the intuitive feelings of the senses fade away, we are thinking carefully. Life is more than pain. Bitter tastes sweet, and you won't know until it tastes good. The philosophy of life is fully interpreted in this bitter taste.
6. Very tasteful country poems We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. -Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. -Wang Jian's Rain in the Mountain Village
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.
Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"
Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow. -Bai Juyi's Country Night
The clear river winds around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer. -Du Fu's "Jiangcun"
7. There are five sentences describing bitterness, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty. I only love bitterness. Not as sharp as acid, not as greasy as sweet, not as salty as spicy.
It has just the right, just the right uniqueness, and even has a bearing close to the Tao. The first bite crossed the taste buds, but reached the heart and spleen. A kind of nourishment from the inside out fills the mind. For an instant, it lingers in my mind, but it is not strong, just like a breeze blowing on my face in a hot summer day.
If you sip the product carefully, it will produce sweetness from both sides of your tongue. Sweet or greasy, but not rich, beautiful and meaningful, lingering in your mouth, stirring at different levels. When all the intuitive feelings of the senses fade away, we are thinking carefully. Life is more than pain. Bitter tastes sweet, and you won't know until it tastes good. The philosophy of life is fully interpreted in this bitter taste.