1, there are many stories about Iraqis, so what about Shuiyaguan? The book of songs opens, Huang Jia sings, I miss it, I sing.
2. I sing when I am old and desolate. I am afraid of running away in my life. Let the wind shake the roots, and the leaves fall deep and leave green waves.
3. What if the upright stem is not camel, and the arrogance is weak? Curtain weaving and papermaking are valuable, and there are many drugs to reduce fire.
4. The wind and rain bullied me, and the sky shook. Choose a deep kiss, I will miss you all my life.
5, the journey outside the color is sighing. Broken snow geese, crescent moon tide.
When the sky is exhausted, the boat goes with the tree. I have been away from home for several nights, and I am tired of listening to music.
6, the distant shore receives residual rain, and the sound of rain is a little awkward. Cuitingzhou people are silent, and gulls and herons stand.
What time is it now? The fish lamp is hidden in the shadow. Stop drawing the language of people in the radial direction and row by row. Tonight's journey road refers to the smoke tree in Qiancun.
7, water country night frost, moon cold mountain ash. Who says a thousand miles from today, just one dream?
Knowledge expansion
Appreciation of Poetry —— Jane Eyre
It is a novel in The Book of Songs Qin Feng, fresh and elegant, euphemistic and subtle, lingering and melancholy, ethereal and elegant. It has been lingering for thousands of years, and it has been sung endlessly. Lush reeds, lush, endless ups and downs. In the morning, the mist is misty, covering everything, the dew is crystal clear and condensed into frost, and the stream is clear and bright, gurgling. The girl is elegant and charming, looming, strolling in the middle of the sandbar, hazy, pursuing beautiful love, firm and persistent.
Appreciation of Poetry —— Shuilong Hidden Building Han Yan Lengjia Old Man
Mr Dongpo, a famous writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, went to Du Nan in autumn. When he saw the bleak west wind, wild geese flying south, touching the scenery and homesickness, he wrote this word to express his feelings, express his wishes, comfort and touch his heart. The dew is cold, and Shui Han is foggy. Reed flowers bloom and fall, scattered; Wild geese fly across the sky, their voices sad; The milky way is vast and the night is lonely; Away from Wan Li, I have a lot of thoughts.
Appreciation of Poetry —— East Building of Xianyang City
In the crisp autumn season, at dusk, Xu Hun, a famous poet in the late Tang Dynasty, boarded the ancient city building of Xianyang, looked up and looked far away, went to his hometown, recalled the past, worried about the country and the people, and wrote this poem, which was lyrical, gloomy, desolate and profound. Climbing up the tall building, I was filled with emotion, and my homesickness came to me.
Lush reeds and willows are like Tingzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. Panxi is covered with clouds, the dusk is boundless, the red is getting lighter and lighter, and the afterglow shines and falls beside the temple. The mountains are rolling and overlapping, the wind is rustling all over the building, the clouds are rolling and the rain is coming. Birds fall on the grass, Qiu Chan sings dead leaves, and the prosperity of the past is gone forever. The past is like smoke with the wind, and the Weihe River slowly flows eastward.