To the oak tree-Shu Ting, if I love you-I will never show off myself on your branch like climbing Campbell; If I love you-I will never repeat monotonous songs for the shade like an spoony bird; It not only brings cool comfort all year round like a fountain; Not only does it increase height and set off dignity like a dangerous peak. Even during the day. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, clinging to underground leaves, touch each other in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet.
2. A poem about the nether world, Don Yang Ning's "Singing Rain": "Poor and dazzling, wet the palace flowers." Song Mei Yao Chen's poem "Birds Speak and Carry a Pot": "The gorgeous flowers of the mountain are now blooming, so I advise you to live long."
Fisherman Ao (Cao Zu)
When the water is red, it is a patch. The snow in Jiangtou is dazzling. The sky is far away. The flat beach is very warm. Flowers are full of apples. Late, drunk, and no one called. The sunset is half a mile in the green hills. Sleeping is just a question of doubt. Look up. The weak cable from Yuan was broken by the wind.
Linglong Four Offenders (Chen)
The golden house is so charming and spring-like, so charming and charming. Wash away the lead, but still have a broad face and a curved brow. I still remember dancing and resting in Liangzhou, which gradually became ethereal and dazzling. The white jade ring and precious mirror were stolen. See you later. Phoenix banquet was recommended by Yuanyang. But Rao is so, Whelan. The end of the world is green and hateful. The melancholy twenty-four bridges are littered with flocs and flying flowers. Nai Cui Ping, a pillow full of sexual dreams, was shocked.
Read Tang Shi (Guan Xiu)
I love Li Jingbo. I have a good rule at parties. The clarity of the monarch and the minister is the joy of the sky.
Big fans are afraid of the wind, and chaff flies around. When you cook hardware in a red stove, gold will eventually be amazing.
I am a loyal minister, why not give it up?
3. Poems about combs are suitable for poems engraved on combs:
1, the fragrant grains are as shallow as ants, and the newly combed snow temples are as thin as cicadas. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Flower Wine"
2, add a comb, the moth eyebrows carefully sweep. -Don Bai Juyi's "Women Suffer"
3, jade comb oblique greasy, golden dress and snow fragrance, meditation. -Tang "Huanxisha" 4. I comb my hair low and Lianjuan sweeps my eyebrows. -Tang Wen Ting Yun's "South Gezi"
5, Hao refers to the height of the inch, the water comb is uneven. -Tang Zhang Bimei combs her hair
6. Ji Qin and Liu Yun comb their hair. -Magnolia in Xi 'an, Zhang Song
7. Cirrus clouds comb the bun. -Song Zhou Zizhi's "Partridge Day"
8. Biqiong wears a green bun. -Su Song Shi's "Dead"
9. A cloud is cleverly combed. -Song Zhou Bangyan's "A Hu Zhu"
For reference.
4. Poems about Perseverance, Bamboo and Stone
Author: Zheng Xie
Adhere to the castle peak and not relax, the root is breaking the rock.
Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is east, west, north and south.
Lu You's "Yongmei of the Operator"
Broken bridge outside the post, no owner. It's dusk, and it's stormy.
I'm not talking about fighting for spring, but every group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains.
The poem praising Mei's courage and perseverance in defying the cold is: Dusk alone, windy and rainy.
Mao Zedong's poems, not Yongmei.
Wind and rain send spring home,
Flying snow welcomes the spring.
It's already a cliff full of ice,
There are still beautiful flowers.
Joe doesn't fight for spring,
Only spring.
When the mountain flowers are in full bloom,
She laughed in the bushes.