One to two or three ancient nursery rhymes, one to two or three smoke villages, six or seven pavilions, and eighty or ninety flowers.
Jiangnan Han Yuefu Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaf He Tian Tian! Fish Play Lotus Leaf Room: Fish Play Lotus Leaf East, Fish Play Lotus Leaf West, Fish Play Lotus Leaf South and Fish Play Lotus Leaf North.
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Weeding in the Tang Dynasty, at noon in Li Shen, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Shen Lichun, a farmer in the Tang Dynasty, planted a millet and harvested 10,000 in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
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Silent night thinking of Tang Li Bai's bright line at the foot of my bed, is there already frost? . "I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic."
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Xiao Chuntang Meng Haoran In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Du Fu in Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
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Tu Mu, a mountain walker, is far away in Hanshan. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Night parking near Fengqiao, Zhang Ji, cold night, Jiang Feng, fishing, fire, I am worried about not sleeping. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
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Wanglushan Waterfall. Li Bai. The Rizhao incense burner gives off purple smoke, overlooking a thousand waterfalls. 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.
Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
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Wang Dongting Yuxi, Liu Tang
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
Li Bai, the elder brother of Mount Emei
In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, the Pingqiang River reflected. Qingxi went to the Three Gorges in the evening, but I missed Yuzhou.
On the first day of January, Wang Anshi's one-year-old firecrackers sounded, and the spring breeze sent warmth into Tu Su. Thousands of families trade new peaches for old ones every day.
Jiang Xue LiuZongYuan hundred mountains without birds, thousands of paths without footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
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Spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, thousands of miles of Du Mu singing green and reflecting red, water town mountain fruit wine flag wind. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
In spring, in Cheng Hao of Song Dynasty, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and it is nearly noon, with flowers and willows beside it. At that time, people didn't understand my inner happiness at this moment, thinking that I was learning from young people and taking advantage of the good opportunity to steal.
On the pool, Bai Juyi and Xiao Wa punted and stole back to Bai Lianhua. Can't understand the hidden traces, duckweed blooms together.
Children go fishing. Don Hu Lingneng.
A unkempt little boy learned to hang a wheel and sat beside a blackberry and moss. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
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Don Jia Dao's suicide note
When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs." However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
I saw Yuan, a shepherd boy riding a ox, and Lin Yue singing. I tried to catch cicadas, but suddenly I was silent.
Li Bai of Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou.
An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Lonely sails are far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
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The garden is not worth it, Ye Shaoweng.
Should pity the fangs and print the moss. Xiao Kouchai has been flying for a long time. Spring can't close the garden, and an apricot will go out of the wall.
Su Xinshi Xugong Song Yang Wan Li Store.
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.
On June 27th, Song Sushi was at the Drunken Book in Wang Hu Building.
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
Xiao Jingci Temple saw Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli off.
After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. The next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely red.
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Both sides of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army. Du Fu Xun is in this distant west station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
Show your son's trip to the land.
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
Reading on a Winter Night shows Yu Zi. Author: Lu You.
The ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old. What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.
Thoughts on reading: Song Zhu Xi.
When the square pond of half an acre is opened, the sky is high and the clouds are light. Ask how clear the canal is because there is running water at the source.
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Like a dream, Li Qingzhao. Always remember the sunset in Xiting. Drunk and don't know the way back. After all, I returned to the boat late and strayed into the depths of the lotus. Fight for the ferry, fight for the ferry, and open the gull heron pool.
Fisherman Zhang Tang He Zhi
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Lime sings in the mountains, and fire burns idle. I don't care about death, I want to leave my innocence in the world.
Mo Meiyuan, Wang Mian, my first tree, Xiyan Lake, all have light ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
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Farewell to Tang Bai Juyi, the grass grows all over the plain, and the four seasons come and go. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Long Songs (Excerpt) When will Han Yuefu die in the West? If young people don't work in time, they will only regret for life when they are old.
On the rostrum of Tang Chen Ziang in Youzhou, in front of me are the lost years? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.
Zhu Zheng Xie insists that Castle Peak is not relaxed, and its root lies in the broken rock. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Mount Yishui in Guazhou, Wang Song Anshi Jingkou, Guazhou, and Zhongshan is only a few mountains away. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Wandering in Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty