Mao Zedong's Operator-Yongmei
The spring departed in wind and rain; With flying snow it’s back again.
Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.
Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it.
When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.
Song Dynasty poet Lu You's Xiuzi
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!
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I know I'm dead and everything is gone, but the only thing that makes me sad and sorry is that I can't see the reunification of the motherland with my own eyes. Don't forget to tell your father the good news when you pay homage to your ancestors when the army of the Song Dynasty regained the lost land in the Central Plains.
The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army. Author: Du Fu (Tang Dynasty poet)
The news of this distant western 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! .
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Sichuan, south of Jianmenguan, suddenly heard the news of recovering northern Hebei. When I first heard the news, I was so surprised that I cried and my clothes were wet. Looking back at his wife and children, I don't know where my usual worries have gone; I rolled up my collection of poems at random, and I was almost crazy with joy. During the day, I will sing loudly and indulge myself; The beautiful spring scenery just accompanied me back to my hometown. We'll set off at once, take a boat from the dam, cross the Wuxia, go downstream to Xiangyang, Hubei, and then go north from Xiangyang to Luoyang.
Changgexing
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in 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.
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
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In the morning, there are green sunflowers in the garden, and the crystal morning dew is waiting for the sun to shine. The sun in spring spreads goodwill, so everything flourishes. I often worry that when the cold autumn comes, flowers and leaves will be yellow and rotten. Thousands of rivers flow eastward into the sea. When can we turn around and go west? If you don't know how to be strong when you are young, you will be white-haired and accomplish nothing when you are old, and it is useless to be sad again.
Out of the Fortress by Wang Changling (a poet in the Tang Dynasty)
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.
If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
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On the long border, the war has never stopped, but the soldiers who went to the border to fight have not returned. If General Guang and General Wei Qing were alive today, they would never let the enemy troops cross the Yinshan Mountain.
Cao Zhi's Seven-step Poetry
Boiled beans are held as soup and simmered as juice.
Soak in the kettle, and the beans cry in the kettle.
This is the same root, and we are too eager to fry each other.
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The purpose of boiling beans in the pot is to filter bean dregs, leave bean juice to make soup, and squeeze bean dregs to make fermented beans. The beanstalk burns under the pot, and the beans cry in the pot. You and I are born from the same root. How can you torture me in such a hurry?
Book 1: Visit Guazhou, Qiu Si and Sauvignon Blanc.
Wang Anshi's "Going to Guazhou"
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
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Jingkou and Guazhou are separated only by a Yangtze River, and there are only a few mountains from Jingkou to Zhongshan. The spring breeze has turned the banks of the Yangtze River green again. When will the bright moon shine on me and return to my hometown?
Qiu Si Author: Zhang Ji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
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The annual autumn wind has blown into Luoyang City again, urging me to write a letter to my family and communicate with my relatives. When the messenger was leaving, I opened the sealed envelope again and quickly added a few more words, but I was in a hurry.
"Sauvignon Blanc" Author: Nalan Xingde (Qing Dynasty poet)
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
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I drove to patrol Liaodong, and the accompanying hordes waded all the way to Shanhaiguan. At night, the camp is brightly lit and resplendent. It was late at night, and it was snowing outside the tent. Melissa Zhou's voice made people unable to sleep. The author is homesick and lonely, and can't help feeling resentful: Why is there no such disturbing voice in his hometown?
Volume 2: Shepherd Boy, Boat Crossing Anren, Qingpingle Village Residence
Yan Lu's The Shepherd Boy
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times.
Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.
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Green grass, vast Yuan Ye, endless. The flute sounded intermittently in the evening breeze, melodious. The shepherd boy returned from grazing and had a big meal at dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay happily on the grass and looked at the bright moon in the sky.
Zhou Du An Ren Author: Yang Wanli (Song Dynasty poet)
On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat.
No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.
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On a one-leaf fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped paddling and sat in the boat. No wonder they open umbrellas when it doesn't rain. It turned out that they didn't want to shelter from the rain, but wanted to use an umbrella to let the wind push the boat forward. This poem embodies the cleverness of children and the poet appreciates it very much.
"Qing Ping Le Cun Ju" Author: Xin Qiji (Song Dynasty poet)
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
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A low thatched cottage near a clear stream. The stream is covered with green grass. An old white-haired couple, who had just finished drinking, were chatting leisurely. The eldest son is weeding in the bean field in Dong Xi, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop at home. The most interesting thing is the third son, who is playing so naughty and lying by the stream peeling lotus flowers to eat.