Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, Don? Du Fu
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.
Xijiangyue? Xin Qiji of Song Dynasty on Huangsha Road at night.
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
Tianjingsha? Yuan Qiu Baipu
The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
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Yuanri Song. Wang Anshi
Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze also warms people in Tu Su. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
On the night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple, Guizitang Pi Rixiu.
Yu Xing got off the moon wheel and picked up the dew in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.
Seven-step poems of the Three Kingdoms. Wei-Cao Zhi
Beans are boiled to make thick soup. The bean dregs were filtered out. The beanstalk is burning under the cauldron, and the beans are crying inside. They are brothers born from the same root. But why do terriers have to torture beans so fiercely?
Bird-singing Creek Tang Wangwei
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Lotus Inn parting from New Tang Jian and Five Dynasties. Wang Changling
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Looking for flowers by the river alone. Tang dufu
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
Lime humbly sings a cheerful song.
It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing. I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world.
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Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. 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.
Tang Du Fu, who was recovered by the imperial army on both sides of the Yellow River.
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, sang my songs loudly, drank my wine and started my home in green spring. Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poem Qing Gong Zi Zhen
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness. I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
Huanxi sand song Su Shi
Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. It rained at dusk. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
Operator. Send Bao Haoran to the Song Dynasty in eastern Zhejiang. Crown.
Water looks like a beautiful woman's eyes, like a beautiful frown. Where are you going? To the intersection of mountains and rivers. Take the spring water and send you back. If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring.