-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" asks how much you can have? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Zhi "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon? Lonely and empty, spring comes late, and pear blossoms are not full.
-Liu's "Spring Complaint" wine sleeps soundly, gambling books and splashing tea. At the time, it was just unusual. -Nalan Xingde's "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze.
-Cui Hu titled "South Village of the Capital", Peach Blossoms Outside Bamboo, Prophet of Warm Duck by the River. -Su Shi's "Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong" Spring breeze is green, and Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me?
-Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou" Spring scenery can't be closed, and an apricot is out of the wall. -Ye Shaoweng's "It's not worth going to the Garden", Qian Fan is at the edge of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree.
-Liu Yuxi's "Enjoy Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou" is not heartless, but it is more protective to turn into spring mud. -Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems Fifth.
2. Seeking 120, a relatively uncommon ancient poem 1, Tang Dynasty: Frost Moon by Li Shangyin.
Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural.
The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
As soon as I heard the chirping of geese traveling to the south, the chirping of cicadas disappeared. I climbed up a 100-foot-high building, looking as far as I could, and the water and the sky met. In the middle of the month, the frost goddess Qingnv and Chang 'e are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and beautiful in the cold and frost.
2. Tang Dynasty: Jia Sheng by Li Shangyin.
The propaganda room invited the sages to meet the ministers, and Jia was even more incoherent.
Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.
Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty, thirsty for talents, sought Jia Yi's political views in the propaganda room. Jia Yi is brilliant and unparalleled in the world. Unfortunately, Emperor Wendi moved his knee to Jia Yi's classroom in the middle of the night, not asking about the people's vitality, but only about ghosts and gods.
3. Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's Untitled Mourning for Mochow Hall.
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer.
The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
In the quiet hall, layers of curtains hang down deeply; Lying in bed alone, thinking about the past, I feel that the quiet night is very long. The affair between Wushan Goddess and the King of Chu turned out to be just a dream. Qingxi sister-in-law mansion, this is the only one without lang. Storm doesn't believe that diamond-shaped branches are fragile, but they must be destroyed; Just like fragrant laurel leaves, there is no moisture of the moon dew, and there is no fragrance of laurel leaves. Even if acacia is not good at all, this melancholy heart is still infatuated.
4. Song: Su Shi's Spring Scene in Hua Lian.
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea!
Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
The residual red of the flowers faded, and small green apricots grew on the treetops. Swallows fly in the sky, and clear rivers surround the villagers. The catkins on the willow branches have been blown less and less, but don't worry, lush grass can be seen everywhere.
Inside the fence, there is a girl playing on the swing. The girl gave a beautiful laugh, which could be heard by pedestrians outside the wall. Slowly, the laughter in the fence stopped, and pedestrians were at a loss, as if they were deeply hurt by a heartless girl.
5. Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon" is a big dream in the world.
It's a big dream in the world, how many times is it cool in autumn? At night, the sound of wind blowing leaves rings in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples.
The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Who is alone with * * * on Mid-Autumn Festival? Looking at the north sadly.
Everything in the world is like a big dream. How many cool autumn has life experienced? At night, the sound of the wind blowing leaves resounds through the cloister. Look at yourself, your worries have climbed up your forehead, and your hair has turned white at your temples.
Wine is not good wine, and it is often worried because there are few guests. Although the moon is bright, most of it is covered by clouds. On this Mid-Autumn Night, who can enjoy this wonderful moonlight with me? I can only pick up my glass and look at the north sadly.
6. Song: Su Shi's "Linjiang Xian sends money to Mu Fu"
Since we have been in Beijing for three years, far away from the world, you have traveled around the world. When I meet with a smile, it's still warm as spring. Your heart is like an ancient well, not water, and the peak is like a bamboo pole in autumn.
My heart is melancholy, because you want to separate the sails overnight. When you see me off, the clouds are the color of the moon. There is no need for the girls of Pei Jiu to feel too sorry for the glass. Life is a difficult journey, you and I are both passers-by, just like stopping at different hotels.
We haven't seen each other in Beijing for three years. You are always wandering around the world. When we meet and laugh, it is still warm as spring. Your heart will always be like an ancient well, and high winds and bright days are like bamboo poles in autumn.
I'm disappointed that you will set sail overnight, and when you say goodbye, the clouds are pale and the moon is bright. Don't frown with a glass in your hand. Life is a hotel, and I just pass by in a hurry.
3. The poem of spring wakes up in the joyful firecrackers. Look at her gently opening her eyes, and the sunshine becomes warm and bright. Look at her slight adjustment and breathing, the earth gives off a soft light. She stretched herself. The mountains are green, the land is green, and the river is flowing happily. The messenger of life in spring brings all kinds of vitality to the earth. Under the guidance of spring, farmers. Busy, the fields exude the fragrance of the earth, and thousands of hectares of grain are sprinkled on the ridges. After hard work, the golden granary was harvested. Inspired by spring, the gardener is busy waiting to trim the trees. He endured temporary pain, but in order to stand up and thrive in spring, the leaves fell and bid farewell to the pain of autumn. After a winter's thinking, the body turned into mud and the roots embraced life. Thought has created a new round of blooming spring, and the messenger of life has prepared gifts to repay all pious gestures, my friend. Don't wait for the spring breeze, hold a spring rain, sow spring for life, trim spring for life, and let life bloom again with lush new green. This is a poem about spring (another poem). Li recognized the new tone from the newly-built primary school. When the Book of Songs was collected, the scene was obviously different. At this moment, the pronunciation of standard Mandarin is scattered all over the stadium. On the country road outside the school, large trucks loaded with coal or coke are ready to go. While it is dark, they will happily rush to the expressway, then attack the city and plunder the land, and fall into a green and depressed city in the south. Just then, it was still early, and a warm breeze blew a wooden ox cart full of wild flowers. Under the guidance of a female teacher who just graduated from Normal University, it squeaked across an imaginary river. Lively folk songs crawl in the deep breath of the old cow and the transparent smile of the female teacher. The owner of the ox cart got off to decorate his clothes, and carved awe words on the long and short bamboo slips bit by bit, like the spring sunshine. Painted his face as golden as winter jasmine, the coal puller hiding under the tree was dark and impatiently smoking shorter and shorter cigarettes. They kept looking up at the sky in the bright sunshine while cursing the slight hesitation at night in the local dialect. There is only light rain in grade six in the whole group, and his father has read some books. At the moment, he is like a real scholar, hiding alone in the eyes of folk songs or female teachers. Less than half of the homework left in the corner is carefully calculated for the small gains that may be brought back after this long journey. A teenager ran across the field, his schoolbag slung over his shoulder in the early morning sunshine, faster than in spring. Only he is still alive. At the gate of the rural factory, he paused for a moment to let all the people working in the factory raise their heads. Then he ran directly into the classroom at seven o'clock. The rising sun is as calm as he is. He combined the glory of his family and dug up new dreams for himself. His great-grandfather was a real farmer in this village. Now, he lies on the barren land he has cultivated in the past few years. His grandfather is the earliest vegetable vendor in the village. At the moment, he is sitting alone in the concierge of the rural factory. His father works hard in the busy city all the year round. Things that run counter to the land may feel the vastness of the sky when standing on increasingly high scaffolding, but he does not enjoy the freedom to fly away from farmers' business, but he is still called a migrant worker, just like his well-dressed and fashionable son, who has never been to Taiwan Province Province and Hongkong, but is called Little Jay Chou by more than half of his classmates. Now only he can get close to the soil every day. It was just a lonely spring. There are no green wheat seedlings growing there, which is more like a bumpy runway on campus. Only at this moment in the morning can teenagers feel the vastness of the countryside with their feet. More often, he is also like a free wind without leaving any traces of himself. If there are no butterflies willing to fly alone in the dust, maybe only this little boy can experience this bad boy in the whole rural world/tree _ 7716790.htmlYanzi ~ ~.
4. The poem about "spring" is spring rain-the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.
Spring flowers-a melancholy snow in Donglan, life is clear.
Spring night-it's already late at night, and the big dipper languishes in the south.
Spring water-Spring water is bluer than the sky. Draw a boat and listen to the rain.
Spring breeze-Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?
Spring-you can easily recognize the east wind, and all colors are always spring.
Spring scenery-try to see it from the detached platform, a flower city, half full of spring water.
Spring outing-Dongfeng knows that I want to travel around the mountains and blow away the rain accumulated between the eaves.
Spring thoughts-the spring heart is not * * * flowers contend for hair, even if this flame of love, is it only ashes? .
The silence of spring-the rain brought by spring tide comes late and comes in a hurry, and no one crosses the boat in the wild.
Spring sorrow-ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Spring dream-when you are on your pillow, you can travel thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.
Spring resentment-natural infatuation in life, this resentment has nothing to do with romantic.
Returning to spring-falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back?
From then on, Wen Chun went to Qinyuan.
Countless reds and violets only show spring.
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born on the sea.
Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night.
There is no doubt that there are no flowers in the mountain city in February. There are still oranges in the snow, and the frozen buds are trying to sprout bamboo shoots. At sunrise, the river is red as fire, and in spring, the river is green as blue.
It is not surprising that spring has gone and spring has come, and the flowers are still there.
Jathyapple has a quiet dream. Spring breeze is a ten-mile tender.
Clouds need clothes, flowers need capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold to show off China.
Every spring comes, melancholy remains. I often get sick before spending every day.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and I wanted to know how many flowers were broken.
The most important thing is the benefits of spring, and victory is a smoke willow.
Tourists, no matter how old they are, will walk in front of the stadium in spring.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
Now, I am alone on the spring tree in Weibei, and you are on each side of the sun, sunset and sky in the southeast, and you can only miss.
Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of red and purple fight Fang Fei.
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water warms the duck prophet.
As I was not as good as the waves, I took the second trip in spring.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Ten years ago, we watched peach blossoms and plum blossoms in the spring breeze and drank wine together. Now I often miss you in the autumn rain by the light of Ollie lamp.
There is no doubt that there are no flowers in the mountain city in February.
The spring breeze is bright, and the 600 million China is smooth.
Flowers-like trees cover the path of Qin Ruchuan, the river that flows around the river, and the capital of Shu.
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
The spring breeze wrinkled a pool of spring water.
In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Poor bones by the river, I am still a dream girl.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone.
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
Spring breeze will also want to leave the pain of parting, instead of urging this willow tree to turn green.
One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Spring breeze is swaying from the east, cherries are in full bloom and plums are in full bloom.
Only when I think of my wife's frown can the infinite spring breeze not be blown away.
If you plant a chestnut in spring, Qiu Cheng will plant 10,000 seeds. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
Where does Ran Ran return in spring? Put a cup in front of the flowers. Asking for flowers all day, not talking. Who is it for?
Whoever doesn't tie the boat outside the fence, the spring breeze will blow into the fishing bay.
I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
5. Unusual, beautiful and beautiful poems are very artistic. 1, a mountain can't be separated by two lovesickness, and a horizon can't be separated by two words. I miss you with my life, drinking that bowl of dream soup alone, burying myself between the mountains and the bones, listening to the trickle, the breeze dancing with the fallen flowers! Listening to the wind, I can't finish reading the thoughts of my life, and running water can't finish reading the love of my world.
2. With a flick of your finger, you can sing songs and have a lot of thoughts; Striking the strings, like a slender wind, who do you miss? The feelings around the fingers and the attachment of life have interpreted the homesickness year after year in the sound of pipa and piano; Love is deep, loneliness is hard to hide, and whispers in my ears are like sighs when flowers fall; Love is endless, and everyone will feel pity when they are lonely all their lives, spreading silently in the hazy air; The flood of running water, with all the breeze, dyed the writing paper white.
3. The breeze dances the bright moon, and the dream falls between flowers. When I wake up, it seems like a lifetime ago, and my brow is full of acacia. Lonely in the world, drunk and dreamy, insatiable. Worried thoughts have no boundaries. A person in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you stroking the jade emperor again and playing the strings drunk? Looking at the Millennium, prosperity has passed, but my infatuation has not changed. It's a pity that after wandering for several times, it's still sweet talk among the flowers in my dream.
4. How many old dreams are hidden in a world of mortals, a thousand years of love, and a few strands of acacia? On the water side, I would like to take a boat with lotus fragrance, cross Qin Mingyue and tang style Song Yun, and find you on the vast Xizi Lake! I just want to ring for you every night when I miss you, gently; I just want to smile for you and erase the dust in your life!
If I can, I can accompany you for a thousand years. I just want to care about you and smile. If you like, I am willing to accompany you forever, I just want to accompany you forever. Your face is like a lotus in my heart. The sunset sprinkles ink and whispers softly, and several fireworks fly all over the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in a long pavilion, with sandy jade fingers, wrapped in the warmth of the breeze, drawing the horizon and starting from the Mekong River?
6. How many people have been hurt by love, how many people's hearts have been hurt, how many memories have been ruined, how many feelings have been hurt, how much clarity has been lost, and how many thoughts have been lost. Even if a moth puts out the fire, it still doesn't hesitate. They only look at love and hurt themselves, but they can't end their lives. How many spoony tears have been shed and how many ordinary loves have been drunk! If you are my lotus, let me keep a long-term affection for you in my life.
7. A melody rustling, human joys and sorrows. With a touch of vicissitudes, the sleeves are full of fragrance, and the secular feelings disappear without a trace. Dancing through your fingers, falling into a busy life, playing a romantic and sad song. A bright moon, carrying a wisp of breeze, passes through the Millennium dust. Lonely fingers slip through the sadness of the soul, and how much affection is left. How many smiles and tears are flying in the sky, suddenly looking back, a daze dream, dedicated to tenderness and poetry all my life, but I have already lost you in the melancholy review.
8. If life is just like the first sight, how can it be sad in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before. Love doesn't have to die, the fragrance is just right, and ruthlessness is not necessarily a refusal. I just want you to remember: love at first sight.
9. Looking back on past lives, we became attached to each other in this life, and the world of mortals is rolling. Who can talk to! The so-called Iraqis, water side, hard to rely on, tears flow thousands of times! Leaning against the window, the bright moon is in the sky, looking around, a person is sad! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day and night, and I look forward to it every night! Magpie in the branches, with sadness, hopeless heart, tears spilled on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty is easy to get old, but how to flow? If you are interdependent, don't leave!
10. Never look back, why not? Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names.
If there is no chance, why meet? If it's fate, why live?
The past is like water, and tomorrow is a stranger.
6. Unusually beautiful words and sentences. Urgent respect is spring breeze, clear spring, warm comfort pill and inspiring tonic.
Only when we are willing to open the window in our hearts can we see the treasure in our hearts; Only when we are willing to open the window in our hearts can we see the clear scenery outside; Only when we are willing to open the window in our hearts will the flowers and light of the world float into the window one after another; Only when we are willing to open the window in our hearts can we walk out of the door calmly and bravely and step by step towards the bright place.
Motherly love is a drop of dew, kissing the dry soil. With its drizzle-like warmth and diamond-like persistence, it looks forward to the fertility of broken soil. Motherly love is not the freezing point in life, but a flowing river, which creates beautiful emotional scenes in our lives.
With persistence, loneliness on the journey of life can pave a blue sky; With persistence, loneliness can be interpreted as a row of geese; With persistence, joy can blossom a full circle of flowers.
Life is a blooming flower, beautiful, stretched and colorful; Life is a beautiful poem, fresh and smooth, with a long meaning; Life is wonderful music, with harmonious melody and melodious melody; Life is a flowing river, running endlessly and rolling forward.
Missing is a poem that allows you to understand the rhythm in ordinary days; Missing is a shower, which makes you get wet in boring days; Missing is a piece of sunshine, which makes your gloomy days clear.
Motherly love is a bitter persuasion when you are confused; Motherly love is an earnest reminder when traveling; Motherly love is a kind smile when you are lonely and helpless.
Enthusiasm is a great power, which comes from the deep heart and inspires us to exert infinite wisdom and vitality; Enthusiasm is a powerful pillar. No matter what difficulties we face, it can always give birth to our optimistic fighting spirit and tenacious perseverance ... Without enthusiasm, the sky of life would be colorless.
Mature wheat droops its head, which is teaching us humility; A group of ants can carry big bones, which is teaching us unity; Gentle water drops pass through rocks, which is teaching us tenacity; Bees are busy among flowers, which is teaching us to work hard.
Life is to face the reality with a smile and look forward to the future over obstacles; Life is to cut green branches on the road of life with scissors of the mind; In the face of confusion or darkness, life is like a bright and smiling lantern, illuminating the depths of the soul.
If you are honest, you give up hypocrisy; If you are honest, you give up boredom; With sureness, you will abandon impetuousness, whether it is intentional abandonment or unexpected loss. As long as you have it, in some cases, generous abandonment is also a realm.
"Ming" can be understood as two moons sitting in the sky, taking care of each other and illuminating each other, which are indispensable, and that endless light is the link and bridge that connects each other! The long journey of life is full of sadness and loneliness. People who have no friends are people who live in darkness, and people who have no friends are real orphans.
If you look for beauty hard, beauty will find you; If you try to respect others, you will also be respected by others; If you try to help others, you will also get help from others.
7. Are there any uncommon words?
Biot
Biot
Xiongnu
China International Airport
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Yaoyao
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Yingsheng
Wei Xi
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You're depressed, cha4chi4.
Firewood poison
Jichi Jichu
Let me know the second rule
Chen Can osmanthus 4
Guiyugui 4
Han Han hong Dan
Hu2 su4
Guoluo
Huang Hui: The market.
94: lease.
Divided by juan 1
Li fu
Nuo opera, Nuo god
"The War in Norway": A Challenge.
Fannu3 rou
cerebral anoxia
Callus pain2zhi4
Pou2 series: compiling
Joe 1 edge
Flag 3 halberd: ID card
Joan 3 open 4
Qiongjieli
Joan ran:
However, meters bend two smiled.
Linglongqu 2 shu 1
Yi Qu 2 Old: Tired.
Yuanshuo 3
Ambassador Xun
Ba wei 1rui2
Fear xi3
Xu 1 ran
Dungeon xun4
Coriander yan2sui 1
Bed ze2:
Zhi4
Jong Li 1 4
Zhi3
seal character
Jumper 1JU 1
Zui er Xiao Guo
Sword limping
Banner qian 1
Han 1 stone
Nang 1chuai4
Milu milu
Second set
Jiji leather shoes
Kunkun