Tell mom and dad
It's not difficult to recite ancient poems
You recite a string of top-notch poems
I'll take it
Let's recite them together
1
. boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season. Wildfire cannot burn it out, and spring wind's blow can bring it back to life.
2
. Life is a hero, but death is a hero. Today, people are still cherishing the memory of Xiang Yu, for he refused to live on his life and returned to the east land.
3
. The east wind is everywhere, and the poor family has no spring alone. The negative salary has been spent, and Yan language seems to be ridiculous.
4
. When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. At the beginning of the month, the birds are startled, and when they sing in the spring stream.
5
. All the birds fly high, and the lonely clouds go to leisure alone. You look at me, I look at you, between each other two, only me and the eyes of jingting mountain mountain.
6
. on the third day, taking my place to cook, washing my hands to make the bridal soup. I do not know what the taste of mother - in - law, do well first sister - in - law taste.
7
. from the temple, deep in its tender bamboos, comes the low sound of an evening bell. Holly with sunset, farther and farther down the green mountain.
8
. The mountains are colored from a distance, but the water is silent near. Spring passed, but still a lot of flowers and flowers, people go near, but the bird is still not disturbed.
9
. White stones appear in Jingxi, and the red leaves are sparse in cold weather. There was no rain on the winding mountain road, but the smoke was misty in the thick green pines, and the water vapor was heavy, as if to flow, then the clothes of the passers - by.
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. Once you go to two or three miles, there are four or five smoke villages. The pavilions are six or seven, and the flowers of eight, nine and ten are blooming.
11
. Flowers fall silent in spring, and birds sing when spring returns. Affectionate is a bee butterfly, flying over the west of the pink wall.
12
. a light wind is rippling at the grassy shore, through the night, to my motionless tall mast. The boundless plain fringed with stars hanging low. The moon surges with the river on the flow.
13
. The wicker is rubbed with thread and cotton, which is enough to put the kite in thousands of pieces. How much force the spring breeze can dissipate, and take the children to the sky.
14
. When there are few fields in the countryside, it will be in summer and winter. How to lie down in Shang Gao can't help agriculture.
15
. the Three Kingdoms, divided, have been bound by his greatness, Ming Gao Eight Arrays. The river will not divert your Embattle stone, eternal regret you will destroy the Wu Unwise.
16
. No matter what happens, don't go far away, Zhong Xiaoyi, the emperor city, has Xifeng, and the stove smoke sales are all cold and the lights are dim, and the boy opens the door and the snow is full.
17
. when I questioned your pupil, under a pine-tree, "My teacher," he answered, "went for herbs". But toward which corner of the mountain, how can I tell, through all these clouds?.
18
. It is noon on weeding day, and sweat drips into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard.
19
. I love this gentleman's heart, and I often touch the ink with truth. It's hard to write a light spirit, although you have it in your hand.
2
. Little people in dark green clothes come to the hall for a blind date. Born in the sky, a foot of pine planting has come out of the dust.