Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall one after another, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran after the yellow butterfly quickly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower and could not be found again.
2. Rural residence
Qing Dynasty: Gao Ding
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
In February of the lunar calendar, the grass around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying around. Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. The evaporated water vapor between Shui Ze and vegetation condenses into smoke. Willow seems to be intoxicated with this beautiful scenery.
After school, the children in the village hurried home and flew kites in the blue sky when the east wind blew.
3, children fishing
Tang Dynasty: Hu Lingneng
A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
A child with unkempt hair and tender face learned to fish like an adult by the river, sitting sideways in the grass, his figure covered by weeds.
Hearing passers-by asking for directions, the child waved indifferently, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
4. Girl talk
Tang Dynasty: Shi Jianwu
The little girl is only six years old. I don't know whether she is clever or clumsy.
In front of the main hall at night, scholars worship the new moon.
A six-year-old girl still can't tell what is "smart" and what is "clumsy".
On the night of the seventh day of July, I also learned to be an adult and knelt down in front of the hall to beg for "Yue Bai".
5. Children make ice
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
Early in the morning, young children put the ice frozen all night on a plate and put it in their hands.
Tap the ice gently, the sound of wood passing through the forest. When the viewer is absorbed in the sound of wood, he suddenly hears another sound-the sound of ice falling to the ground, such as the sound of broken glass.
Early in the morning, the childish child held the ice frozen in the plate at night in his hand.
With a tap, the ice will make a sound through the forest. When the viewer is addicted to the noise of crossing the forest, he suddenly hears another sound-ice will fall to the ground and make a sound like broken glass.
2. Poems about "Waiting" Poems about "Waiting": 1, "I know that I have loved for a long time, and I am disappointed with the sound of the river.
"From: Visiting Qujiang Alone in Late Autumn" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin hated being born in the spring when the lotus leaf was born, and hated being born in the autumn when the lotus leaf withered. I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.
Interpretation: Lotus leaves are born, and spring resentment is born. The lotus leaf withered, and autumn hatred became again.
I deeply know that as long as I am in this world, my feelings will last forever. How much melancholy, only the endless sound of the river.
2. "The two should be the same after they are bleak. At most, the grievances in the middle of the month cannot be cleaned up." From: "Reunion in the depths of the beautiful Qulan" Qing: Reunion in the depths of Nalanxing Dequlan, even tears are shaking.
Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months. Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood.
Recall what is the most fascinating thing. The first one is to draw a skirt with folded branches. Commentary: I met you again in the depths of the winding cloister.
I hold you in my arms with pity. The two snuggled together, whispering and telling each other about their long-lost lovesickness.
In my arms, your body trembled slightly, gently wiping the dripping crystal tears, which made people feel infinite pity. Now, the beauty in memory has become desolation after parting.
After leaving, I only felt lonely for half my life, and tears were already on my pillow. The most desolate and cold, in the silent moonlight; I am most afraid of memories, when I splashed ink on your skirt.
3. "When I entered my lovesickness door, I knew that my lovesickness was bitter, long and short." From: "Three Five Seven Words/Autumn Wind Ci" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the leaves are still scattered, and the western Western jackdaw is shocked.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter. Looking back, I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known him. Interpretation: The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright.
When the leaves in the wind gather and disperse, the western Western jackdaw has already inhabited and was awakened by the bright moon. Friends are looking forward to meeting each other, but I don't know when, at this time, on such a night, the dream of lovesickness is hard to come true.
Walking into the door of acacia, I know the pain of acacia, the eternal memory of acacia, but the short-lived acacia is endless. I knew that acacia was so entangled in my heart that I didn't know it at the beginning. 4. "If you think about it, you will see a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the twilight is heavy."
From: "Yulin makes the cicada worry" Song: Liu Yong is chilling, Changting is late, and the shower begins to rest. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
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 of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? Interpretation: After autumn, cicadas cried so sadly and in such a hurry. Facing the pavilion, a sudden rain just stopped, and it was in the evening. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start.
Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. It's been a long time since I left each other, and people who love each other are no longer together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing.
Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with? 5. "Don't lean on the fence, it's infinite, and it's easy to see when you're away." Said by: Five Dynasties: The rain gurgled outside Li Yu's curtain, and the spring faded away.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Interpretation: The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring will be strong and weak. Luo Zhi's brocade quilt can't stand the cold of the fifth watch.
Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie. When the sun sets alone, leaning against the railing of a tall building and looking into the distance, my heart will be filled with infinite sadness because I think of the infinite mountains and rivers I had in the past.
It's easy to leave, but difficult to see again. Like red flowers falling from the lost river, they go back with the spring. Compared with the past, one is the sky and the other is the earth.
6, "Peach blossoms fall, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust this book. "
From: "Hairpin Phoenix Red Crispy Hands" Song Dynasty: Lu You Red Crispy Hands, Yellow Rice Wine, Spring Palace Willow in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin.
A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion.
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo! Interpretation: In your rosy and crisp hands, hold a cup full of yellow wine.
Spring is rippling all over the city, but you are as far away as a palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is and how thin the joy is blown.
A full glass of wine is like a sad mood, and life after leaving for a few years is very bleak. In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong! The spring is still bright, but people have lost weight in vain.
Tears washed away the carmine on his face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms in Man Chun fall on silent and empty ponds and pavilions.
The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo! 7. "Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it."
From: "Jiang's Twenty Dreams in the First Month" Song: Su Shi lived and died for ten years, but never thought about it, but never forgot it. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Interpretation: The two died for a lifetime and were isolated for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it.
His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
Looking forward to the heartbreaking place, it will be clear every year.
3. A sentence describing a mother waiting for her child in hot summer. In July, the sky is blue and the sun hangs like a fireball. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.
In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.
Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.
The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on.
It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.
The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.
Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.
That day, it was terribly hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.
It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.
I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun!
The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.
When children grow up, their parents are gone. "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the son wants to raise it."
Selected from Confucius' Family Language, Volume II, Thought is Eight.
Confucius left, and it was sad to hear crying. Confucius said, "Drive, drive, there are sages before." To, and then the tall fish also, was brown sickle, crying by the roadside. Confucius drove the car and said, "No funeral, why are you crying?"
Gaoyu said: "I lost three things, learned little, traveled to princes, and later lost one." Noble my ambition, idle my affairs and lose two; If you are honest with your friends, you will lose three. The tree wants to remain quiet, but the wind won't stop; the son wants to serve his parents in their old age, but they are no more. Those who can't chase, the year is also; Those who go and don't see it are near. Please resign from now on. "Die immediately.
Confucius said, "Disciples know enough." So the master resigned and three out of ten people adopted relatives.
5. What poems describe the father's expectation for his children? 1 The thread in the mother's hand made clothes for her wayward son. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home. But how much love this inch-long grass had won the glory of three springs. 2. Expect a child's success and a girl's success. 3. Father loves mountains. 4. Motherly love is always in spring. How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts will never change, and every mother has an extremely pure heart. Whitman's mother's heart is an abyss, and in its deepest part, you will always be forgiven. -Balzac 7 Youth will eventually die; Love will wither; The green leaves of friendship will wither, and a mother's inner hope will last longer than all. -Oliver Wendell Homer 8 My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. -
6. What are the poems that look forward to the birth of a child? 1. The baby's mother is tossing around. It must be an elf.
I don't know what the baby looks like, but I heard the baby crying in my dream.
2. For your coming,
Your mother paid the price of beauty, youth and even aging.
Baby, what should I buy you?
I will use my life to build a beautiful harbor for you.
Baby, I can clearly hear your crunching footsteps.
Please step on my blood,
Come with the wind.
Your mother is too tired now.
She is making the last deposit for your arrival.
6. Prayer in a dream,
Carrying the expectations of my life,
Baby, can you feel it?
7. Facing the hardships of life,
Thinking of you, my baby,
My bones are full of strength and lifelong responsibility.
8. You will come naturally. Today, I have to clean up all the corners I can.
9. We gathered at the last campfire this winter, waiting for you every minute.
10. Please hold your mother's pain, climb up your father's suffering, bathe in the pleasant spring breeze and step on our hopes.