In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?
If young people don't work in time, they will only regret for life when they are old.
Jiande River Sleeping at Night
Author: Meng Haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
A bell ringing in the rain
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and staring at tears, there is no rain to choke.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival!
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and 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.
Customs are strange, who to talk to.
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Li shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Qiu wan shan ju
Tanghuangtao
I searched everywhere, and I looked at it in embarrassment.
Lonely smoke worries about the setting sun, and big trees hate the west wind.
The silence of the mountains and the sound of firewood reveal the coldness and poverty.
At this time, foreign affairs, humor with several people.