Who would have thought?
Milk and tea
Will it be made into milk tea?
Poetic
Another name with flavor.
Since then, it has become a drink.
One of the six lines: be the neighbor of a beautiful woman
In fact, let a 44-year-old man,
Hear the wall: someone is taking a bath.
Always sticking out of that door.
Embroidered gloves. Or,
Watercolor paintings hanging on the wall,
It often falls at dark. ...
One of the six lines: autumn water
Think of autumn water as the moonlight of the Tang Dynasty,
Jia Dao, is your tea fragrant?
The lotus pond that has remained unchanged for 3,000 years,
After all, I can't go back to the thatched cottage of three thousand years.
Get off the horse with a rope and go home for a cup of tea.
Then I thought, did you just push the door or knock?
One of the six lines: a red leaf
It is said that Yushu in the backyard garden,
Rooted in the Qin dynasty. Branches of the Tang Dynasty. Leaves float to: Now.
See Longxi. No complaints. There are no flowers in February.
I saw two butterflies coming from Jiangnan together.
"Mutu drew a picture for me,
I sang a little song for Du Mu. "
One of the six lines: difficult to live.
All the trees on Mount Zhongnan. In the eyes of the charcoal-burning old man,
It should be a grain in a bowl.
Can cold snowflakes bring him warmth?
Lao Niu is the only relative around him.
He also has a relative. People are used to it.
Before or after his name, add: poet.
One of the Six Lines: Apricot Rain in Song Dynasty
A song poem, unexpectedly in the back,
Walking 1000 years.
Then I met an apricot flower.
Then, an apricot flower met unexpectedly.
The west wind blew the pink scarf off a woman's head.
My hair floated before my eyes. I still can't see her. ...
One of the six lines: father
I turned around and saw my father's back.
Smile at me.
Before turning around, father
Write me a letter. ...
The words before "father's name is not",
I can't pronounce this sound.
One of the six lines: loneliness
Lotus in full bloom on the moon,
How can it be exactly as I imagined?
What about the empty platform?
And that silent phone?
It turns out that these are all mobile.
At this time, it solidified into a pack of cigarettes.
One of the six lines: but
It's possible.
It is absolutely possible.
The tree is full of apples,
It must belong to the apple tree.
But ... children hiding behind women,
Smile at me.
One of the six lines: beauty
Often in the middle of the night. or
It is on the bed,
Call the baby
After the phone call,
I remember my side,
And a baby.
2. Poems describing the Northeast The poems describing the Northeast are:
1. Abandoned in the dust in the northeast, wandering between heaven and earth in the southwest. Wandering in the towers and terraces of the Three Gorges, Wuxi Clothes Yunshan. The barbarian who finally serves the ruler is unreliable, and the wandering poet laments that the times have no chance to come back. Yu Xin's life is the most miserable, and his poems in his later years caused a sensation in the north and south of the country. -Du Fu, five epic poems, the first part.
2. The river is always southwest and flows to the northeast. Heaven knows the boat, and the cloud knows the river tree. I'm tired of traveling. I've been wandering alone many times. I enjoy my feelings and am interested in reviving Cangzhou. Nice to meet you here. Although there is no mysterious leopard gesture, it will eventually be hidden in the fog of Nanshan. -Xie Tiao's New Linpu to Banqiao in Xuancheng County.
Jade is solid, but xi is flying. The four movements are repeated, and the cold and heat are self-sustaining. Ran Ran is in its twilight years and still has a long way to go. Swinging to the northeast means the fire rises to the southwest. Hengtai has no unique voice, and Yun Xuan returns to each other. Rich water depends on Sichuan knot, and zero dew condenses the sky. The year of life has passed, and Qingyun takes advantage of it. It takes a long time to fulfill the letter, so smooth thinking is enough. Generosity is the best thing. Mourn Fu Liang and caress him generously alone. -"Fu Liangyin" Lu Ji
4. The white horse came from the northeast, and the empty saddle passed two arrows. Poor Mamalang, I don't know who I am today. In the near future, the Lord will kill, and in the middle of the night, the Lord will fight. Many people died in confusion and cried like tears. -"White Horse" Du Fu
5. Being in the northeast of Jinqiao and west of Douting is fascinating. A late-born bodhisattva has a wavy face and spring scenery. Wickers curled up in the wind and grass bundles were cut in the rain. If you report that your predecessor drinks less, you are afraid that the yellowbird will not sing. -"Tianjin Bridge" Bai Juyi
Recommend some good poems about land. I see land.
I see the land, yellow, black and red,
My body came before my voice.
I saw him, stepped on him, and the air heated by him lined up around me.
I can't see. I can't hear you. My body stepped into the void.
I float after I weigh, I float after I fall, and I am originally on the ground.
I imagine I won't fall behind. Imagine the beautiful scenery around you.
But I saw land. Seeing him as much as possible is beyond imagination.
Land is a labor writer, a living person and a human being.
I saw the land, and countless lives lived and died on his chest.
Adjacent or far away.
I said land.
The voice came to him, smiling obsequiously.
The sound hit the land and was reflected, and gradually swam into the silent lake in all directions.
I pointed to the land and tried to make him see me. My face began to look like a slave.
Without pause, the long-lost body turned into pieces.
Fly or bury.
I am floating in the air, without sadness or despair.
That belongs to young people.
Two independent millstones, looking down at each other. I began to cry in their blended eyes.
Tears are parallel to me, bigger and bigger, like a mirror.
I see myself in the mirror-wearing a beautiful and unique aura.
topographical features
Keep your eyes as wide as possible.
The mud is thick and deep.
Soil can produce everything, and soil can produce gold.
Life and death are sent by Toth, and seven feet are reported to the mother.
Praise your magical black land
-Kaijiang Festival in Heluobei County
On the foggy bank of Heilongjiang
There is a bright northern pearl.
It is rooted in the border of the motherland where the golden rooster announces the dawn.
It is located in the beautiful Xing 'an Mountain System.
It has a lush and boundless forest.
Endless black land.
It has inexhaustible mineral resources.
It has unparalleled tourist attraction.
Dabing Yin Xue Zhuang Su Guo
Rare birds spread their wings in the wetlands.
The forest is very big.
Dajiejiang Sino-Russian Friendship
Great development is beyond the reach of the whip.
Great construction is changing with each passing day
Great creation is a race against time.
Great achievements changed on another day.
Beautiful and rich home.
Where the hell are you?
friend
Don't worry.
Let me tell you proudly
This is the bustling Beidacang.
This is Rob China.
A magical black land
The magical black land.
What immortal legends have there been?
Thousands of demobilized officers and men cultivated land.
When the person in front falls down.
Generations have risked their lives for you.
Keep up
Heilongjiang black land
You have eternal hope.
You recorded an immortal miracle.
Poverty that once existed.
We can't forget.
Bright future
We need everyone to struggle and rise.
Talking about rivers.
This flow is endless.
You'll never look back.
Go straight east.
You step over the rugged terrain and break the thorns.
where the sun rises
Create brilliant
Welcome hope
oh
I see.
This is the land of Luobei where you, Tiger Leaping Dragon, are.
This is the excellent-Luobei economy of enriching the people and strengthening the county.
4. Poetic black land about land
When it gets dark,
The land seems to be much darker.
I struggled to open my eyes.
Trying to see a glimmer of light in it.
But my eyes are too soft.
Too frivolous.
This hard and heavy land
Not afraid to look me in the eye.
on land
Under the dark eyes
I cringed a little.
I think I heard it.
So thick, so deep
below ground
Volcanic eruption
And a silent heartbeat.
Your heart is pounding.
Like a bottomless lake
Drown everything
Including the disappearing sunlight.
Including night.
seem
This sky
You dyed it black.
Wait until early morning
You wiped off your paint again.
Light up the world.
-Like your breasts.
Snow falls on the land of China (poetry)
Ai Qing
Snow fell on the land of China.
The cold is blocking China. ...
Wind,
Follow closely
Stretch out your cold fingers
Pulling the skirts of pedestrians.
As old as the land.
I never stopped talking for a moment. ...
Appear in the forest,
Drive a carriage
You China farmer,
Wearing a fur hat,
Braving the heavy snow
Where are you going?
Tell you
I'm also a descendant of farmers-
Because of yours
A face with painful wrinkles,
I can go so deep
got it
People living on the grassland
The hardships of years.
but I ...
It's not happier than you.
Lying on the river of time.
A wave of suffering
He has swallowed me several times and rolled me up one by one.
Vagrancy and imprisonment
I lost the most precious time of my youth,
My life
Like your life.
The same haggard.
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
By the river on a snowy night,
A small oil lamp moves slowly,
On that broken boat full of birds
Reflect the light and hang your head.
Who is sitting there?
One by one, you
A dirty little woman,
Is it ... or not
Your home
A nest of happiness and warmth
A violent enemy
Did it burn down?
Is it ... or not
On a night like this,
Without the protection of men,
In the fear of death
Have you ever been teased by enemy bayonets?
Well, on such a cold night,
innumerable
Our elderly mother,
Curled up in a home that doesn't belong to you,
Just like a foreigner
I don't know the wheels of tomorrow.
What kind of journey do you want to embark on?
One by one, and then
The Road to China
Is so rugged,
It's too muddy.
Snow fell on the land of China.
The cold is blocking China. ...
Through the snowy grassland
Those areas swallowed up by the fire,
Countless land cultivators
Lost their poultry.
Lost fertile land.
squeeze in
In the dirty alley of despair of life;
Land of opportunity
Langxiang faces the gloomy sky.
Begging for help
Trembling arms.
The pain and disaster in China
As vast and long as this snowy night!
Snow fell on the land of China.
The cold is blocking China. ...
China,
Mine is in the dark.
A weak poem.
Can I give you some warmth?
land
-Land is the noblest tolerance.
Witness coffin
Bury in the ground
A man full of sin and countless mistakes.
After being abandoned by human beings
Has been accepted by the earth
Let them be in heaven
Have a kind soul
Listen to god telling stories.
5. Poetry praising the land praises your magical black land.
-Kaijiang Festival in Heluobei County
On the foggy bank of Heilongjiang
There is a bright northern pearl.
It is rooted in the border of the motherland where the golden rooster announces the dawn.
It is located in the beautiful Xing 'an Mountain System.
It has a lush and boundless forest.
Endless black land.
It has inexhaustible mineral resources.
It has unparalleled tourist attraction.
Dabing Yin Xue Zhuang Su Guo
Rare birds spread their wings in the wetlands.
The forest is very big.
Dajiejiang Sino-Russian Friendship
Great development is beyond the reach of the whip.
Great construction is changing with each passing day
Great creation is a race against time.
Great achievements changed on another day.
Beautiful and rich home.
Where the hell are you?
friend
Don't worry.
Let me tell you proudly
This is the bustling Beidacang.
This is Rob China.
A magical black land
The magical black land.
What immortal legends have there been?
Thousands of demobilized officers and men cultivated land.
When the person in front falls down.
Generations have risked their lives for you.
Keep up
Heilongjiang black land
You have eternal hope.
You recorded an immortal miracle.
Poverty that once existed.
We can't forget.
Bright future
We need everyone to struggle and rise.
Talking about rivers.
This flow is endless.
You'll never look back.
Go straight east.
You step over the rugged terrain and break the thorns.
where the sun rises
Create brilliant
Welcome hope
oh
I see.
This is the land of Luobei where you, Tiger Leaping Dragon, are.
This is the excellent-Luobei economy of enriching the people and strengthening the county.
6. Poems about the Land When it gets dark, the land seems to be much darker.
I struggled to open my eyes and wanted to see a glimmer of light. But my eyes are too gentle and frivolous. This hard and heavy land is not afraid of my eyes.
I cringed a little under the black eyes of the land. I seem to hear the silent heartbeat erupting under the thick ground like a volcano. Your heart jumps like a bottomless lake, drowning everything, including the disappearing sunshine and night, as if the sky was dyed black by you.
Don't wipe off your paint until morning. Light up the world-like your chest.
Snow falls on the land of China Ai Qingxue falls on the land of China. The cold is blocking China ... The wind closely follows the cold outstretched fingers and pulls the skirts of pedestrians.
As time goes by, I keep wading forward ... that China farmer who emerged from the forest, driving a carriage, wearing a fur hat and braving the heavy snow, where are you going? I tell you, I'm also a descendant of farmers-because of your wrinkled faces, I can know the hardships of people living on the grassland so deeply. I'm not happier than you. Lying on the river of time, the waves of suffering swallowed me up several times and rolled me up. Wandering and imprisonment have lost the most precious days of my youth, and my life is as haggard as yours.
Snow falls on the land of China, and the cold is blocking China ... A small oil lamp moves slowly by the river on a snowy night, and the light is reflected on the broken bird shelter boat. Who is sitting with his head down? Ah, you dirty little woman, your home, happy and warm nest, was burned down by the cruel enemy? Is it also like this night, without the protection of men, in the horror of death, you were teased by the enemy bayonet? Well, on such a cold night, countless old mothers huddle in their homes, just like foreigners don't know how far the wheels will roll tomorrow. The roads in China are rugged and muddy. Snow fell on the land of China.
The cold is blocking China ... across the grassland on a snowy night, in areas gnawed by bonfires, countless land cultivators have lost their poultry and fertile fields, and they are crowded in the desperate and dirty alleys of life; The land of opportunity stretched out its trembling arms to the dark sky. The pain and disaster in China is as vast and long as this snowy night! Snow falls on the land of China, and the cold is blocking China ... China, can I give you some warmth in my weak poem written at night without lights? Land-land is the noblest and most tolerant person. After witnessing the coffin buried in the ground, the guilty and wrong people were abandoned by human beings, they were accepted by the earth and listened to God's story with kind souls in heaven.