2. Motherly love is a big umbrella, which is closed in sunny days and suddenly opened for you in rainy days; Motherly love is a bridge that allows you to understand hope in many difficulties; Motherly love is a bright lamp that illuminates your direction in the dark. Motherly love is always by your side, even if you are at the end of the world, even if you are at the cape!
3. Motherly love is like a cloud, nourishing our young hearts bit by bit, propping up the harbor of love, and working tirelessly, as long as it is day by day, without asking for anything in return. Just like this flawless white cloud, even if we eat more and suffer more, it is the same, only silver hair, vicissitudes of life, aging body and eternal instinctive love remain unchanged!
4. Motherly love is like an idyll, long and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is like a landscape painting, which washes away the lead sculpture and leaves it fresh and natural; Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm spring breeze, which blows away the snowflakes and brings infinite spring. A mother's love is a lifetime of laughter, a wandering yearning, a concern before her deathbed, and an ardent expectation for her children's growth.
5. Meng Jiao Cloud: The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring? Yes, the greatest love in the world, the deepest truth in the world-that is maternal love. Motherly love, sometimes a big tree, sometimes warm tea, sometimes a quilt ... becomes an expression of love, and the constant is love for children; The days with my mother, sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter, sometimes happy, sometimes sour ... change the feeling, not the truth.
My mother fully affirmed my efforts. I understand that housework is hard, but every word and every job has my hard sweat. And every word my mother praises me is "stimulant". I understand the responsibility of being a man, the power of maternal love, and the sweetness of maternal love.
7. The long river of history can't drown the great maternal love, but the years bring us the essence of maternal love. Motherly love, like spring breeze, soothes our inner wounds again and again; Maternal love, like summer rain, moistens our hearts again and again; Maternal love, like winter snow, brings infinite joy to the earth again and again. Maybe maternal love brings us more than that, but I can experience the best love in the world through inner touch.
8. Mother's love is my helmsman when I meet the stormy waves in Wang Yang on my ideal sailboat; When I fell down in the long and arduous journey of life, my mother's love helped me up and told me to be more and more brave, fight against difficulties and never give up.
9, maternal love is like a river, irrigating my dry heart; Maternal love is like the sky, and I am like a bird, flying freely in the embrace of maternal love; Motherly love is like a ship that can sail far away, carrying my dream to a distant place; Mother's love is like the sun, which holds up my hope.
10, maternal love is like four seasons, and spring is a warm season; Summer is the season of growth; Autumn is the season of fatigue; Winter is a happy season. The four seasons alternate, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and never stop, so does maternal love.
1 1, the source of life of all things is maternal love. We have thrived under the care of maternal love since childhood, but we often ignore: how to repay our elderly mother with the same deep love? And mom doesn't care, as always, give, give, give again. ...
2. A good poem praising mother bird for feeding birds, written for mother's poem. I wanted to write a poem for you a long time ago, but I didn't write it well for many times. I don't know how to start this poem for you. I don't know how to end it or what to write. Like when I was a child, I faced your harsh slap in the face. I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written, even if you can't read it in your hometown ... Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. Bing Xin, your pale fingertips manage my sideburns. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep you from disappearing. Although the morning light has cut my dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. Mother's years are as ruthless as running water, and she is afraid that her memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I'm wearing a wait-and-see attitude and dare not moan. Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call to penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I wrote many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet and tender memories are not a torrent.
A poem for mom, mom wanted to write a poem for you for a long time, but she didn't write it well many times. I don't know how to start, how to end or how to write this poem for you, just like when I was a child, I didn't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you. Even if it is not well written, even if you are far away, you will never read it … Mom, if you see one in your dream. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home.
Bing Xin, your pale fingertips manage my sideburns. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep you from disappearing. Although the morning light has cut my dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. My mother's years are as ruthless as the running water, fearing that my memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not moan. Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet, soft and deep memory of my mother is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't be sung among flowers and trees-Shu Ting's mother is humble as moss, solemn as dawn, soft as the voice of the south of the Yangtze River, hard as a thousand years of cold jade, bright moon when she looks up, and vast land when she looks down. -Love (1) Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. I spend every year in your love, playing on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree. You dream of prosperity in summer and maturity in autumn. Winter depends on you to meditate on your height and width. Canopy ~ Let the fields never be barren. Mom, you gave me life. You are the land where I grew up. (3) M: 5 When I am sad, you are comforting. When I am depressed, you are my hope. You are the power to shelter me from the wind and rain in your little harbor when I am weak. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever, the driving force of life. (4) With love and caution, bend over to protect you and show your bright mind. Your exuberant energy and bright smile. Your boiling blood keeps running (5) 94 Let me immerse myself in your joy, enjoy your warmth, let me revel in your arms and snuggle up in your arms (6) There are faint poems in the idle clouds, and there are endless love, affection and affection in the poems. If my mother is rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain; If my mother is the moon, then I am holding the moon. Mother Star is the root of my growth, and I am the ideal fruit of my mother (8) m~\ B When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like frost on a maple leaf, but the stars are shining silver. I deeply kissed the traces of those years. J) `Give you my heart. May sweetness and fragrance haunt your life, and may my silvery laughter fill your brow. May all my blessings rub into your heart, and a green leaf is full of its friendship with the roots. An ode condensed my love for you. "Let the flower in your heart bloom like a cloud and make it fragrant."
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
The sun-dried clothes are still tattered, but the collar is still warm. I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
Author: (Qing) Zhou Shouchang mother clock When you are disappointed, no matter how tall you are, your mother's mind can still surround you. I am willing to be your "master clock" and I will not stop working until the clock breaks down.
Source: Mom Zhong/Wang 848 0 10-2(2) My mother's Bible Whenever I open this Bible, I can't help holding it to my chest, just like hugging my dear mother. I can still smell the faint fragrance of my mother and see her beautiful and elegant face. Source: Mom Zhong/Wang 848 0 10-2(2) Learn to be a good mother. "The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that changes society." "Motherhood" is a privilege granted to women by God. A mother's sacrifice for her children is priceless, and her contribution is unconditional.
Source: Zhong Mama/Wang 848 0 10-2 (2)-. You are a round-faced mother/your love is a basin full of bath water/warm, which almost floats me.
Author: Hong Yan Origin: A famous poem in 1970s, a famous sentence in 64 years of the Republic of China-.
3. Poetry about birds, and write the meaning of "bird" in the sentence. 1. A bird surprises in the month, and a spring stream sounds in the month. (Wang Wei: "Bird Song Stream")
There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. (Hao Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
5. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ... (Du Fu: "Looking at Yue")
6. The weather is getting better and better, and the birds are back. (Tao Yuanming: "Drinking")
Here, birds live in the mountains, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. (Chang Jian: "Zen Forest after Breaking Mountain Temple")
8. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain")
9. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. (Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion")
10. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. (Wang Ji: if you enter)
4. Write two poems about writing birds.
The Book of Songs? Nan Zhou? Guan Guan: the song of male and female birds answering. Pheasant (jū) pigeon (jiū): Waterbirds like to prey on fish, and they are single-minded.
Mainland: land in water. This is the opening of the first work of The Book of Songs.
Write pigeons and this song. ● The wind and rain are gloomy and the chickens crow constantly.
The Book of Songs? Zheng Feng? Storm: darkness. Already: stop.
Because of the wind and rain, it was dark, and the rooster thought it was still not bright, but he still wouldn't crow. Later generations are often compared to endless voices in the dark.
● Yan Yan is flying, which is very embarrassing. The Book of Songs? Hurricane? Yan Yan (xié): Fly.
Háng: Fly down. ● When logging is tinkling, birds sing.
Transfer from the valley to the tree. The Book of Songs? Xiaoya? Logging Tintin: The Sound of Logging.
Melody: the sound of birds and songs. Deep: deep.
Move: rise. Joe: High.
Starting with logging, describe the birds flying for companionship. Poetry is used by later generations to congratulate and encourage friends, progress, apartments and promotions.
The word "housewarming" comes from this. He Ming is in Jiugao, the voice of nature.
The Book of Songs? Xiaoya? He Ming Jiugao (gāo): A deep swamp. The crane can write a strong and colorful voice, which can go straight to the sky, indicating that the voice of justice can't be concealed.
Wang Hao flapped his wings, brayed, crossed his neck and closed it. Han? Zhang Heng Hui Tian Wei (jū): Bird name, pheasant dove.
Emu: oriole. Xié háng: The way birds fly up and down.
Guan Guan: Birds sing. Vividly depicts the flight dynamics and mourning of pigeons and orioles.
● The moon stars are rare, and the black magpies fly south, circling the tree three times, and there is nothing to lean on. Three kingdoms? Wei? Cao Cao's Short Songs Turn (zá): Zhou, Circle.
According to: perching and climbing. Write that birds choose wood to live in, which is a metaphor for good people choosing their Lord.
It reflects the author's ambition to recruit talents and realize the unification of the world. ● Birds are happy to entrust, and I love my family.
Kim? Tao Yuanming's Reading the Heart of Mountains and Seas: Happiness. T: Rely on and board.
Lu: Maolu, Mansion. Love a bird's nest is better than your own love to show the leisure of rural life.
Look at the clouds and shame the birds and swim in the water. Kim? Tao Yuanming is ashamed to look up at the birds and flowers in the first town army to join the army.
Officials have to go against their wishes, but birds and fish can live freely, which reflects the poet's seclusion thought. ● It is better to never fly alone than to know that you will lose each other halfway.
Southern dynasties? Liang? Xiao Gang's "Watching the Evening Show Alone" should be: Yes. This is a lonely goose summing up her own life experience and thinking that she should be independent, which is quite philosophical.
● Rain and snow are raining, birds work hard, long cockroaches are full, and short cockroaches are hungry. Southern dynasties? Liang? Song of Crowley Feifei: Big and dense.
Laurie: The noise of foraging. Jackal: that is, "mouth".
For example, in a difficult environment, powerful people who can make a living can fill their stomachs; On the contrary, they are cold and hungry. There are thousands of birds singing in the Spring Festival and flowers flying all the way in February.
North Korea? Northern Zhou dynasty? Geng Xin's Ode to Spring: The Singing of Birds. Use birds and flowers to convey the message of spring, vivid image.
I am willing to chase three autumn geese every year. Don? Revenge of Lu Zhaojun: Pursuit and Follow.
Autumn once: the annual autumn return. It is a strong expression of Zhao Jun's strong homesickness caused by seeing wild geese flying.
Goose, goose, goose, Xiang Tiange. White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.
Don? Luo Yong goose: refers to the long neck of a goose. There are only a dozen words in the whole poem, which has vividly described the expression and voice of wild geese swimming in the water.
● Fly high with strength, and be skillful and natural. Don? Zu Yong's "Going to Fen, Qiu Tong, Zhou Xian, Wang Chang and Han Shi to hear about his bitter ancestors" was realized.
Yi: Birds sing. Ren: Let it be.
Tian Zi: Talent. In order to catch the natural phenomenon that people fly carelessly, the success of hidden cause depends on the profound truth of combining practice with talent.
● Wanhe trees reach the sky, and thousands of peaks cuckoos crow. Don? Wang Wei's letter to Li, the envoy of Zizhou (part two): ravine.
Du Fu: The name of the bird. ● An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.
Don? Wang Wei's "I Stay in Wangchuan after a Long Rain" is desolate: a dense appearance. Yin Yin: You look gloomy.
Yi: Singing. Write about the natural scenery in the countryside after a long rain. On the vast rice fields, egrets spread their wings and fly. In the cool summer forest, orioles sing everywhere.
Vivid image, bright colors, and neat antithesis. In spring, you can explain a thousand words, and you can sing a hundred birds first.
Don? Wang Wei's Listening to Kuzu is full of words: all kinds of songs. Uncle Fu: It's dawn.
● Flying alone in a piece of snow, seeing autumn in a hundred miles. Don? Qiu Hao: The new fine hairs that birds grow in autumn.
Describe the easiest thing to see in innocence, even the smallest thing. These two sentences are also some kind of artistic expression.
Low fragrant rice pecking parrot, Wu Bi habitat old phoenix branch. Don? Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity by Du Fu, Wu Bi: Indus.
You can see the rice pecked by parrots and the phoenix perched on the buttonwood on the ground. Describe the richness of Chang 'an products and the beauty of the scenery at that time.
● Two orioles sing green willows, and a line of egrets go up to the sky. Don? Du Fu's quatrains describe the field scenery in spring.
Full of energy, full of energy, seeking truth from facts; Yellow, green, white and blue alternate with each other, with bright colors. When Gao Tang saw a stork, it made his bones cool in autumn.
Don? Du Fu painted the stork (hú): the name of the bird, the old name of the genus Falcon. Blue and black, singing more.
Autumn bone: Storks are good at autumn beating. This gave birth to a heroic stork, which led to the following description of stork painting.
I am willing to separate bamboo from ants and make owls angry. Don? Bamboo in Du Fu's Zhu Fengxing: Food of Phoenix.
And: here. Bugs: bugs, ants.
Owl (xiāo): Two kinds of eagle birds. Praise Zhu You's spirit of not being afraid of evil forces.
Low cold flowers hide grass, birds choose deep branches. Don? Du Fu's Twilight describes dark creatures in nature, which can be used as a metaphor for people's character and situation.
● Jiangbi birds are too white, and mountains are blue and white. Don? Du Fu's "two quatrains" exceed: the more, the more.
Ran: Burn, which means red as fire. Go to church to find swallows and kiss seagulls in the water.
Don? Du Fu's Tangshangjiang Village: also called Tangqian and Shangliang have the same meaning. Describing the leisure and wild interest of terns shows the quiet and elegant scene of Jiangcun and sets off the poet's indifferent and quiet mood.
In low spring water, the newborn swallows, wasps with small tails flutter flowers. Don? Li He's South Garden was born: it began to rise.
Describe the touching spring scenery in the author's hometown. Cocks all over the world are white.
Don? Li He's "To Drink" is white: glowing. The cock 1 is regarded by later generations as the voice of the promoter of the new era.
● Clouds of cranes in the clear sky bring poetry to Bixiao.
5. An ancient poem praising water for nurturing life: Liangzhou Ci The Ring of Wangtang The Yellow River is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain, far above the white clouds.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! Poems describing the Yellow River: You didn't see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of the heavens and entered the ocean, never to return. Li Bai's "Into the Wine" "The Yellow River has fallen into the East China Sea, and Wan Li has been written in his arms."
Li Bai's Fourteen Poems for Pei is a lonely mountain with the Yellow River and white clouds far away. Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci is lonely and straight in the desert, and the long river sets the yen.
Wang Wei's "Going to the Frontier" hides the day from the mountains, and Wang Zhihuan's "In the Lodge of the Heron" I would like to cross the Yellow River, but if I choke on the ice, I will climb the Taihang Mountain with snow, and Li Bai's "it is hard to go" and the Yellow River Nine Songs Wan Li Sand will sweep the world. The soup can't be ling.
It's hard to make a list. Matsuzaka won the game.
The empty court suppresses the old wood. The wilderness is over.
Don't pat people's footprints. But it is exciting to see a fox and a rabbit.
Send a message that the river is old. This water is not clear.
Waves and sand from the Wan Li of the Yellow River swept from the horizon. Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together.
Yellow River Poems Climb Watergate Building. When I saw my late friend Zhang zhen, I expected Yellow River poems. Because I was attracted by my friend's southeast beauty Cui Shu, I heard about it. People die with the river, but books stay in the wall.
Stefanie is so secluded that Xie Gong came from afar. At the beginning of the breeze, I sing praises, and in my spare time, I care.
Time and words are ancient, and the traces will be quiet. Always lonely, empty to see the Yellow River.
Exile will be very late, and the sad thing is already autumn. I dared not ask, so I went boating with tears in my eyes.
The river in the poem Crossing the Yellow River is turbulent and turbid. The soup can't be ling.
It's hard to make a list. Matsuzaka won the game.
The empty court suppresses the old wood. The wilderness is over.
Don't pat people's footprints. But it is exciting to see a fox and a rabbit.
Send a message that the river is old. This water is not clear.
The Yellow River began to sink from a little-known mound on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, stretching the yellowed water, burying the rough stone tools of our ancestors and the cries of yellow people into cries, spreading the exotic yellow carpet of life along the Bohai Bay to the Dragon Palace. One day, Donghai Dragon will walk on the carpet with a beautiful dragon lady and come to the old moon to drink a glass of cold moonlight and wine, while relatives with yellow skin and black hair will not see how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven. Into the ocean, never to return.
Have you ever seen how cute the lock in the bright mirror in the tall room is? Although it was still silky black in the morning, it turned into snow at night.
Oh, let a man with courage take risks where he likes. Never point his golden cup at the moon! .
God has given me the ultimate useful talent. Spin a thousand silver coins and come back! .
Boil a sheep, kill a cow, and increase appetite. Let me, 300 bowls, a long drink! .
Master cen. Dan Qiusheng.
Don't stop drinking. Let me sing you a song! .
Let your ears listen! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? .
Let me get drunk forever and lose my mind forever! . The sober people and sages of the past have been forgotten.
Only great drinkers can be immortalized. Prince Chen gave a banquet in the Hall of Completion.
Ten thousand coins in a barrel of wine, with a lot of laughter and one-liners. Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? .
Go buy wine, and we'll drink together! . Galla chinensis
1000 gold qiu. Give them to the boy in exchange for good wine.
With you, I can't see you, how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return. —— Li Bai's "Into the Wine" did not see how the water of the Yellow River moved to the sky and entered the ocean, and never returned to Li Bai's "Into the Wine" "The Yellow River has fallen into the East China Sea, and Wan Li has been written in his arms."
Li Bai's Fourteen Poems for Pei is a lonely mountain with the Yellow River and white clouds far away. Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci is lonely and straight in the desert, and the long river sets the yen.
Wang Wei's "The Ambassador to the Frontier" hides the day from the mountains, while Wang Zhihuan's "In the Lodge of the Heron" sheds light on the golden river. I would like to cross the Yellow River, but if I choke on the ice, I will climb the Taihang Mountain with snow. Li Bai's "Difficult Travel" and the Yellow River Nine Songs Wan Li Sand have swept the world. Liu Yuxi's poem "Langtaosha" in Tang Dynasty is about the Yangtze River not returning, and the waves will be exhausted, making him a romantic figure through the ages. Su Shi's Red Cliff Nostalgia, Du Fu's Night Walk, Du Fu's Moonlight River leaves fall like waterfalls, Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain and Looking Far, I think the long river is rolling and the sails are far away, but the Tianmen flow of the Yangtze River is interrupted with the Chu River in Li Bai's Sending Meng Haoran to Guangling, and Higashi Shimizu flows back to Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain, which ends in the mountains and the river flows into the big river (Li Bai's seeing off at Jingmen Ferry) Spring tide is your demeanor, you rush to the East China Sea, and stormy waves are your spirit. You feed children of all ethnic groups with sweet milk, and you roll up mountains and seas with strong arms. We praise the Yangtze River. You have unlimited sources, we are attached to the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother. You have come from ancient times, and huge waves set off dust. You rushed to the future, and the sound of the waves echoed in the sky. You watered the land of flowers with pure and clean water, and you promoted the new era with majestic power. We praise the Yangtze River, you are infinite. When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. Don Gordon Du Fu's "The Wind is Blowing from the Wide Sky" The ape whimpered, and the birds flew home on the clear lake and white beach.
Leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, and the Yangtze River stretches as far as the eye can see. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Li Bai sailed alone, and the Yangtze River only saw the sky. Who was the first to see the moon on the banks of Zhang River? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" Li Bai Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River. The green hills on both sides of the strait are relatively lonely and the sun is shining. Looking at the Yangtze River in autumn, Tang Cuiqing in August, and Qian Fan in Wan Liqing are all faint winds.
No matter what the weather is like, the south of Dongting is Yueyang City. Wang Wei's Overlooking the Hanshui River: Three branches in the south reach Chu, and nine branches reach Jingmen.
The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no. Human habitation seems to float on the ripples in the distant sky.
These beautiful days in Xiangyang have fascinated my old mountain! . "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Old friends say goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks will go down to Yangzhou in March.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Li Chi Ngai I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and Jun lives at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred.
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, so don't be thoughtless. The third paragraph of Lin Jiangxian's "Twenty-one History Tanci"-said that the Qin and Han Dynasties began to roll the Yangtze River eastward, and the waves scoured out heroes.
Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time. Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.
The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. I met an old friend and had a drink.
How many things in the past and how many years have been put into the conversation. Origin: China's poem-Ming Yangshen's Water Turning Around (1956.06) only drinks Changsha water and eats Wuchang fish.
Across the Yangtze River, you can see the endless sky. No matter how big the storm is, we must win.