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They are born from the same roots,
Why rush to fight each other.
Liu Yuxi
The lake and the autumn moon are harmonious,
There are no goggles on the surface of the pool.
Looking at the green mountains and rivers of Dongting,
There is a green snail in the silver plate.
Fisherman's Song
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain,
Peach blossoms flow in the flowing water, mandarin fish fat.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats,
The slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
Compassion for the farmers
It is noon on the day of hoeing,
Sweat drips from the soil.
Who only eats Chinese food?
Every grain of rice is hard work. 2. Ancient poems praising things
Praising horses
Title: Ode Two Horse Songs
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Tang Yanqian
Ziyun Tuan film and film flying pupils, horse bones and dragons are different from each other.
Riding past the jade tower, the golden bridle sounded, and the sound cut off the falling flowers in the wind.
Ling Xi is as tall as a mountain, far away among the alfalfa in the spring suburbs.
After hundreds of battles, sweat and blood bleed on the battlefield, but the dream soul is still at Yumen Pass.
Title: Praise for Horses
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Yang Shidao
The BMW came out of Weiyang, and its carved saddle shines in purple gold.
The spring grass is growing in the garden, and the autumn wind is about to stir the poplar trees.
Ming Ke repeatedly visited the side of Zhangtai, carefully treading the meridians toward Zhuolong.
The generals of the Han Dynasty have been sent away year after year, and Wancheng has now dedicated its king. 3. Ancient poems praising things
Answer: 1. Ancient poems praising things
1. Inscribed on the Western Forest Wall
Viewed horizontally, it forms a ridge with peaks on its side, far and near, high and low. Each is different.
I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.
2. Autumn darkness in the mountains
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear springs flow up the rocks.
< p> The sound of bamboo returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
2. Some poems praising things
Willow tree: jasper makes up a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down
Grass: grass on the original plain, withers and blooms every year, wildfires cannot burn it out, and it grows again when the spring breeze blows
Spring Rain: Good rain knows the season. When spring happens, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently
West Lake: If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always suitable to wear heavy makeup and light makeup
Plum Blossoms : A branch of plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in the cold weather. I know it is not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance. Chrysanthemums: Yongju (Huangchao)
When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill hundreds of flowers after they bloom. < /p>
The incense towering into the sky spreads through Chang'an, and the city is covered with golden armor. Cloud: Soaring clouds are like smoke, dense rain is like loose threads. Wine: Wang Han? Liangzhou Ci
Grape wine The luminous cup will be destroyed immediately if you want to drink from the pipa. Lord Don't laugh while lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times? 4. Poems praising food
1. Zhuzhi Ci of Shangyuan
(Qing Dynasty) Fu Zeng
Walnuts are wrapped in sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing, and glutinous rice is like pearls washed from a well.
I heard that Ma’s rice noodles are good, and they sell Yuanxiao in the lantern style.
2: "Sending sesame cakes to Yang Wanzhou"
Bai Juyi
The sesame cakes are modeled after Kyoto, and the noodles are crispy and fragrant.
I sent it to Ambassador Yang who was hungry and greedy, but it seemed to be a supplement.
3: Lu You of the Southern Song Dynasty's "Book of Vegetarian and Food Plays"
There is no yellow leek in Xinjin, and the color is as yellow as a goose for more than three feet.
The Dongmen pork belly is even more amazing, as fat as the Huyang crisp.
4: Eating glutinous rice noodles in the morning is a very beautiful play for Lu You
A cup of glutinous rice cakes, hand-made scallions. The Sutuo offering in the sky is unknown and has not changed.
5: Congratulations on the birth of Su Shi, the ancient brother of Zhang Shu.
The lush green night filled the house, and Xu Qing’s second chick was seen. I really want to be a soup cake customer, but I am worried about writing the deer book by mistake. The newlyweds who joined the army were enemies with each other, and Ada Zhonglang was overjoyed. I have always known English things, so I will try to teach you how to cry.
6: Cake Fu Xiu
Xuandong is fiercely cold. In the early morning, tears freeze in the nose and frost forms on the outside of the mouth. To fill the void and resolve the battle, soup cakes are the best. Weak as spring cotton, strong as autumn practice, full of vitality and spreading, the fragrance spreads far and wide. Pedestrians hang down to the leeward, children and servants look empty and expect evil things. The one holding the weapon licked his lips, while the standing waiter swallowed dryly.
5. What are the poems about praising school food?
If the grass has no nectar, then it will never enjoy the joy of growth. If there are no stars in the sky, then people will lose the beacon to which they are pointing. If the garden has no gardener, then It is just a deserted land. What would happen if we had no teacher? The teacher is the sweet nectar. She makes the grass grow. The teacher is the shining star. She points out the route for us. The teacher is the hard-working gardener. She makes the grass grow. The desolate land turns into a beautiful garden. If, if there were no teachers, we would not be here now. Thank you, teacher, you gave birth to us with your sweet and prosperous milk. You nourished us with your hard sweat. There are mountains outside the mountains. "Beyond the mountains." Qingshan Tower Outside the Tower" - Whose poem is this? Qin Chen can't remember what the following sentence is, and he doesn't want to check it. It seems unrealistic.
If you don’t know, just say you don’t know – but figure it out later. There are so many things that he doesn’t know, so why should he be proud? He remembers that when he was in elementary school, his academic performance was always among the best, but when he took the junior high school entrance examination, he was barely admitted, and he truly realized that "the mountains are beyond the mountains, the mountains are beyond the mountains, and the buildings are outside." some meaning.
As soon as Qin Chen stepped into the gate of the middle school, he was attracted by the environment there. Not long after, he heard a poem by a principal praising the school: It is surrounded by a river in the south and mountains in the north, with gurgling streams on both sides. It faces a national defense road in the east and Yuanye Miliangchuan in the west. Qin Chen felt that the poem and its setting were very appropriate and touching.
"If you want to catch up, you must go to a higher mountain!" He secretly made up his mind. Qin Chen was a little partial to Chinese and could never keep up with other courses, which made him taste the hardship of climbing mountains outside the mountains. This feeling was more uncomfortable than swallowing sticky sweet potato leaves.
Although the country has experienced three years of natural disasters, Qin Chen’s family still lives a life of “half a year bran vegetables and half a year dried sweet potatoes”. Other students eat white flour steamed buns and corn steamed buns, but it can only eat dried sweet potatoes, corn porridge, and bran vegetable steamed buns.
But whether in class or in the morning and evening self-study under the light of the gas lamp, he was so focused and serious, looking closely at the mountain peaks and climbing up with difficulty. When the first grade of junior high school is coming to an end, Qin Chen's scores in various subjects are already among the best, especially one of his upgrade essays. In the unanimous recognition of the teachers in the Chinese Teaching and Research Office, Qin Chen serves as a model essay in the Chinese classes of the three grades. , attracting the approving looks of many students.
"Are there any mountains outside the mountains?" It should be yes. But when you stand on the top of the mountain, sometimes you are not so sober, let alone a young boy.
——Adults may not be so sober. The same is true for Qin Chen.
He had an idea to go outside the mountains and see what the world outside the mountains was like. ——For example, do people in the world outside the mountains also eat sweet potato leaves and Wowotou? This small change can be regarded as a sign that I haven’t updated my space for a long time. I always feel that I have the perseverance to update my space every day, but time has changed again. It proved her intimidation, and I was ruthlessly destroyed the little bit of reserve I had, which I found very funny.
There was a lot of unhappiness and unhappiness in the past few days, but life is so full of mysterious attraction. Even if it makes me bruised and bruised, I still can't stop myself. Feel, experience this kind of first time and the incredible in life. I don’t want to write down the little things every day in space. Since I study art, I can’t always let others think that what I write is superficial, haha, even though my ability is extremely limited.
Take the poem that I want to write recently to praise the school, for example. I already want to hit my head against the wall. I am really uninspired. However, I still hope to write something that can make my heart happy. The text that trembles for a moment, even if it is such a subtle thread... There are so many things happening during the May Day Golden Week. There are so many things to write about that there is always no clue. Apart from sorting them out or Organizing... After I came back, things started to pile up immediately, like the overflowing flood, which overwhelmed me in the blink of an eye. I find that I always regard space as my vent, and always write down countless complaints here, freezing them in bits and pieces of memory, making such sadness and helplessness become history and become a scar that can never be erased in my growth. .
However, in reality, I don’t like this. The only result of doing so is to turn the originally big self into a wooden shell that has completely lost its will that I don’t even recognize.
Because I realize this, I will slowly change myself and change what I regard as the holy place where my soul is completely free:) I wrote a little poem from before: I fly to heaven with the wings of the devil. One day my soul left me, and the elegy of life played for the first time in the sky. But I could only lie there quietly, feeling the pulse of the earth with my cold body, listening to the gradually weakening trembling of my heart, and waiting for all this. The end of When all the sounds passed away in my world When my still obsessed eyes slowly closed, I knew that I had left. However, I also clearly understood that I was about to go to another world that did not belong to me. I had already heard it. People say that the moment the soul leaves the body, it is destined that I must go from a familiar place to a strange place. Whether I am willing or not to face this truth, in my opinion, struggle and resistance are obviously superfluous. Maybe I am like that. A submissive person, I don’t know if it was God who played a joke on me. When I was being ruthlessly manipulated between the palms of my hands and slowly losing consciousness, what appeared in front of me was an intersection. At the end of the intersection, two completely different people were connected. Different worlds, one is called hell and the other is called heaven. I knew very early on that in my original world, hell was inhabited by demons with their bloody mouths, while heaven was inhabited by demons with white wings. Just when I made the right decision without any hesitation, the road leading to heaven disappeared in front of me. It disappeared so completely and so completely that it broke my heart. It also made me firmly believe in it. The thing is, all of this is just a joke of God, and I am just a character and the only protagonist in this joke. I still accept it! I still bear it silently. Even though this is my nature and my intention, I still can't use my rationality to suppress my sensibility. The raging anger instantly burns through the whole hell. There is no way out. 6. In urgent need of 50 good sentences
1. The waves are like silver-white dolls, laughing and jumping.
2. Looking from a distance, the stone bridge looks like a white jade belt, tied around the river in July, the blue sky, and the soft waist.
3. The sun hung like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to be burned by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
4. The early summer sunshine shines through the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with sparkling light spots the size of copper coins.
5. In early summer, wild flowers of all colors are blooming, red, purple, pink and yellow, like brilliant spots embroidered on a large green carpet; swarms of bees are busy among the flowers Suckling, sucking the stamens, flying around hard.
6. The sky is full of red clouds, the sea is full of golden waves, and the red sun is like a furnace of boiling molten steel, spurting out with dazzling golden light.
7. The sun is lower, blood-red, and a dazzling broad light wave on the water stretches from the edge of the ocean to the edge of the boat.
8. The morning sun began to rise slowly into the sky like a flat palace lantern. In an instant, it formed a round wheel of fire, rising high and spraying out thousands of golden sheets, covering everything with a layer of light. Brilliant glow.
9. The sky is clear, there is not a cloud in the sky, and the sun is making the noodles scalding hot.
10. In the morning, the sun shows half of its face shyly like a new daughter-in-law who has just left home.
11. The bright sunshine passed through the gaps between the leaves and through the morning fog, filling the campus in wisps.
12. The sun has just risen, full of energy, overflowing with red light, illuminating the whole world.
13. Suddenly, a red sun rose in front of us, and the golden light shed was like golden whips, driving away the flying clouds and mist.
14. The morning sun shines its rays on the lake. The breeze picks up and the small waves jump, stirring up the lake full of broken gold.
15. The scorching sun tanned his dark spine until oil seemed to burst out.