1. I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn"
2. but how much love has the inch-long grass won three Chunhui. (Meng Jiao: The Wandering Sons)
3. when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches? (Wang Wei: Acacia)
4. Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. (Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night)
5. wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind. (Bai Juyi: (Give the ancient grass a farewell))
6. Plant a millet in spring and reap ten thousand seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers)
7. though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses. (Du Fu: Looking at Spring)
8. Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. (Gong Zizhen: (Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems)
9. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhizhang: "Singing Willow")
1. Spring scenery can't be caged in the garden, and an apricot comes out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng: "It's not worthwhile to visit the park")
Poems describing farewell
1. we bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways.
and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. (Wang Bo: farewell to vice-prefect du setting out for his official post in shu)
2. o Prince of Friends, you are gone again, I hear them sighing after you. (Li Bai: seeing friends off
3. grasses return again green in the spring, but O my Prince of Friends, do you?? (Bai Juyi:
) 4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.
I advise you to drink a glass of wine more, and go out to Yangguan for no reason. (Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi")
5. (Wang Changling: "at hibiscus inn parting with xin jian")
6. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world knows the gentleman. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")
7. Peach Blossom Pond is three thousands of feet, which is not as good as Wang Lun's. (Li Bai: "To Wang Lun")
8. The lonely sail is far from the blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. (Li Bai: a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou)
9. we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, leaving behind him only hoof-prints. (Cen Can: "a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home")
1. Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountains.
the horizon is a corner of the sea, and intimate friends are scattered. A gourd ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: "Farewell")
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Poems describing homesickness:
1. I am gone in the past, and the willows are reluctant; Today, I think it's raining-< < The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Picking Wei > >
2. Sad songs can be used as tears, and from afar, they can be used as angelica-folk songs of Han Yuefu <; < Elegy > >
3. Humayu follows the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han <; < Line after line > >
4. but how much love has the inch-long grass, who won the third Spring Festival-Don Meng Jiao <; < Wandering songs > >
5. now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question-Don Song Zhiwen <; < Dudayuling > >
6. you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there! was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is Han Mei in flower? -Don Wang Wei <; < Three miscellaneous poems > >
7. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already? lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home-Tang Li Bai <; < Quiet night thinking > >
8. Where is hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk-Song Li Qingzhao <; < Bodhisattva Man > >
9. I miss my relatives more often during the festive season-Don Wang Wei <; < On the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong > >
1. The moon is full of hope tonight, and I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into-Don Wang Jian <; < Looking at the moon day and night on the 15th, send a message to Du Langzhong > >
11. Everyone gradually feels strange in a foreign language, but hates the sound of warblers like an old mountain-Don Si Kongtu <; < Five books > >
12. Only the lake is mirrored in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Don He Zhizhang <; < Two Hometown Couplets > >
13. When you are young and leave home, you will return to your hometown, and the local accent will not change.-Don He Zhizhang <; < Hometown book > >
14. he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!-Tang Du Fu <; < Remembering my brothers on a moonlight night > >
15. Don't be sad, be sad, be sad, be separated-Warring States Period. Chu Qu Yuan <; < Jiuge. Shaosi Life > >
16. The day of departure is far away, and the day of clothing has slowed down-Han. <; < Nineteen ancient poems. Travel again > >
17. When a man falls into the wild goose, he thinks before the flowers-Sui Xue Daoheng <; < People miss home every day > >
18. Being away from hate is like spring grass. You can go further and live-Nantang Li Yu <; < Qingpingle > >
19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sorrow. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu <; < Meet Huan > >
2. It's easier to see when it's not, and the water is gone in the spring. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu <; < Langtaosha > >
21. it is almost as hard for friends to meet, as for the morning and evening stars-Tang Du Fu <; < Give Wei Ba Chu Shi > >
22. I advise you to drink a glass of wine more, and there is no reason to go abroad-Don Wang Wei <; < Weichengqu > >
23. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world knows a gentleman-Tang Gao Shi <; < Don't be big > >
24. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, which is not as good as Wang Lun's-Li Bai <; < To Wang Lun > >
25. we met last among flowers, among flowers we parted has been in bloom for one year-Don Wei Yingwu <; < To my friends li dan and yuanxi > >
26. time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone-Don Li Shangyin <; < Untitled > >
27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye, and weep for others until dawn-Don Tu Mu <; < Farewell > >
28. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting from their worries-Don Tu Mu <; < Farewell > >
29. A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums is a ten-year lamp in the river's lake-Song and Huang Tingjian <; < Send yellow letters several times > >
3. It's so vague to go up the river floor alone, and the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who come to watch the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang Zhaoxia <; < Feeling of Jianglou > >
31. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -Song Su Shi <; < Water tune > >
32. I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles * * * Chan Juan-Song Su Shi <; < Water tune > >
Poems written by Li Bai:
1. I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea. It is hard to go
2, but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, and sorrows return, though we drown them with wine.
Xie Tiao Building in Xuanzhou
Uncle Yun of the farewell school book
3. Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as seats, and they blow off Xuanyuan Terrace one by one. Popular in the North
4. since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed!, spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back!. "Coming into Wine"
5. Have you seen how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven and entering the ocean, never to return? Have you seen how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow? "Coming into Wine"
6. oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases, and never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon!. "going into wine"
7. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the lonely sails are coming. "Looking at Tianmen Mountain"
8. The lonely sail is far from the blue sky, but only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. A farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou of the Yellow Crane Tower
9. It is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days. "Looking at Lushan Waterfall"
1. Three mountains and a half fall outside the sky, and Bailuzhou is divided into one water. "on climbing in nanjing to the terrace of phoenixes"
11, laughing at the sky and going out, is our generation a Artemisia people? Children from Nanling enter Beijing
12, with the highest crag barely a foot below heaven, dry pines hang, head down, from the face of the cliffs. "Shu Dao Nan"
13, a cloud has arisen between the Light of Heaven and me, to hide his city from my melancholy heart. On climbing in nanjing to the terrace of phoenixes
14, I shall think of you in a floating cloud, so in the sunset think of me. "seeing friends off"
15, where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness. "bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry"
16. The flat forest is vast and smoky, and the Hanshan area is sad and blue. "bodhisattva man"
17. I am worried about my heart and the bright moon, and I will follow you until Yelang West. "I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiaoyao on the left"
18. The Peach Blossom Pool is deep in thousands of feet, and it is not as good as Wang Lun's.
19. White hair is 3, feet, and the sorrow is like a long one. Song of Autumn Pu
2, oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, and my husband come back from the long campaign!. Midnight Wu Ge
21, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three. "drinking Alone with the Moon"
22. The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man.
23. Maid-in-waiting is like a flower in Man Chun Hall, but only partridges fly today. Visit the ancient times in Vietnam
24. Today people don't see the ancient moon, but this month they used to look at the ancients. Asking for the moon with Wine
25, oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office, who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face.
Poems written by Li Qingzhao:
Summer quatrains:
Life is a hero, but death is a hero.
the sound is slow:
looking for it, it's cold and clear, and it's sad and sad.
this time, what a sad word?
Drunken Flower Yin:
People are thinner than yellow flowers, as the curtain rolls in the west wind.
A Prune of Plums:
Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese returns, the moon is full of the West Building.
There's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling, so I frown, but I feel it.
The Fisherman's Pride:
I reported that I had a long way to go, and there were amazing sentences in learning poetry;
Wan Li's wind is rising, the wind stops, and the boat blows away the three mountains.
The Lonely Goose:
When the piper goes to the Jade House, who will share his heartbroken heart?
I'm afraid of parting from my bosom, so I don't want to talk about many things.
Like a Dream:
Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin
Wulingchun:
I'm afraid that I can't carry a boat on a double stream, and I'm worried.
Partridge Sky:
It's better to get drunk before parting with the respect, than to bear the brunt of the chrysanthemum.
Butterfly Lovers:
When you are drunk, you don't laugh when you arrange flowers. Poor people are as old as spring.
Poems describing the motherland:
★ Poems praising the motherland ★:
Autumn wind blowing gently! Blowing, blowing!
I want to praise the flowers of my motherland
I want to praise my flowery motherland!
please blow my words into a bunch of flowers,
yellow on the gold background, white on the jade background, green on the spring brewing background, purple on the autumn mountain background,
...... and then blow them all away,
blowing them all away, filling the sky and spreading all over the earth!
★ Poems praising the motherland II ★:
Motherland, my dear motherland
I/am your brand-new ideal,
I just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus;
I/am your tearful/laughing vortex;
I am a new/snow-white starting line;
Yes/the crimson dawn
is/is blowing;
-the motherland!
I am one billionth of you, and
I am the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
You/your scarred breasts
fed me
lost me, thoughtful me, boiling me;
Then/from my flesh and blood
get
your richness, your glory and your freedom;
-motherland,
my dear/motherland!
★ Poems praising the motherland 3 ★:
My motherland
The Yangtze River, The mountains and rivers that the Yellow River crosses
Shenzhou presents brilliant
brilliant journeys everywhere
Like golden lamps
The light illuminates the sails of the voyage
My motherland
You have led the people of Putian
to open up a broad road
Make the motherland as beautiful as flowers
Describe the splendor of the East
. > from your blueprint,
I understand the burning soul
The hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow
My motherland
From the frontier to the coast
Your charming beauty
I am full of simple feelings
I wish my motherland more prosperous and bright
My motherland
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River. Develop
light up the world's vision
I am proud of the glory of my motherland
My motherland
The dawn sun
holds firm beliefs
Turning surging fighting spirit
into eternal persistence
Creating a better tomorrow
The great motherland
The cradle of oriental civilization
is like a Mercedes-Benz train < Brilliant future
★ Poems praising the motherland 4 ★:
Ode to the motherland
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Years bear the footsteps of history
The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization
Walking at the beginning of the century, I
think of my motherland with passion. Motherland-
You are the accumulation of a thousand years' history
The confluence of the sources of civilization
You are the waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River
The snow covered with Tianshan Mountains
You are dignified and deep
Broad and broad
The surging river is your breath
The boiling ocean is your blood
You are the theme of the world
It is me. Motherland-
You are a cry of Tiananmen Gate
The flaming flame of socialism
You are a clarion call of the people's revolution
A sail to ride the wind and waves
You are strong and confident
Progressive and avant-garde
The grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom
The rising sun from the east is shining with your vitality
.