Poems about cadence 1. Poems about cadence
I'll only take one scoop of water even if the water is 3,.
sleepwalking Tianmu (m incarnation) sings farewell to Li Bai
Haike talks about Yingzhou, which waters and mists conceal beyond approach. But Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain (m incarnation), the clouds are fading or visible. In a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven, tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China. Tiantai (tāi) is 48, feet, which, just at this point, begins turning southeast.
my heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh, flying over the mirror lake and the moon overnight. And the moon lights my shadow, take me to shàn River. With the hermitage of Xie still there, Lu (Lu) water rippling clear apes crow. I wear pegged boots which were first used by Xie (j:), up a ladder of blue cloud. Sunny ocean half-way, holy cock-crow in space. A thousand twists and turns, flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends. Xiong Pao Long Yinyin (yǐn) Rock Spring, startle the forest and make the heights tremble. In clouds darken with darkness of rain, the water is full of smoke. The Gods of Thunder and Lightning, the hills are crumbling. The cave is full of stone leaves, and it opens in the middle. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace. And, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind, come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one. With tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers, row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures. I move, my soul goes flying, suddenly started up and grew long. The pillow mat when you feel (jué), are the lost clouds I was in.
and this is the way it always is with human joy, ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east. And so I take my leave of you, not knowing for how long? But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer, and ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you. Oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office, who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face!
2. cadence of ancient poetry
I'll only take a scoop of water despite the weak water of 3,.
Sleepwalking in Tianmu (M ?), saying goodbye to Li Bai, a sea guest, talking about Yingzhou, which waters and mists conceal beyond approach. But Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain (m incarnation), the clouds are fading or visible.
in a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven, tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China. Tiantai (tāi) is 48, feet, which, just at this point, begins turning southeast.
my heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh, flying over the mirror lake and the moon overnight. And the moon lights my shadow, take me to shàn River.
in with the hermitage of Xie still there, the water is rippling and apes are singing. I wear pegged boots which were first used by Xie (j:), up a ladder of blue cloud.
sunny ocean half-way, holy cock-crow in space. A thousand twists and turns, flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends.
Xiong Pao Long Yinyin (yǐn) Rock Spring, startle the forest and make the heights tremble. In clouds darken with darkness of rain, the water is full of smoke.
in the Gods of Thunder and Lightning, hills and mountains are crumbling. The cave is full of stone leaves, and it opens in the middle.
an impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace. And, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind, come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one.
with tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers, row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures. I move, my soul goes flying, suddenly started up and grew long.
pillow mat for jué, are the lost clouds I was in. And this is the way it always is with human joy, ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east.
and so I take my leave of you, not knowing for how long? But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer, and ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you. Oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office, who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face.
3. Is there a classic poem
The Book of Songs, Qin Feng, No Clothes
that is, no clothes? Robe with the son. Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. Hatred with the son.
no clothes? With the son. Wang Yu started the division and repaired my spear and halberd. Work with your son.
no clothes? With the son. Wang Yu started his division and trained our soldiers. Walk with your son.
who said there was no uniform? Wear a shirt with you. The king enlisted his troops to fight, trimmed our swords and spears, and shared the same enemy as the king.
who said there was no uniform? Wear a shirt with you. The king enlisted troops to fight, trimmed our spears and halberds, and went into battle with you to kill the enemy.
who said there was no uniform? Wear a dress with you. The king enlisted troops to fight, trimmed our armor and soldiers, and went to the national mourning with you.