Boiled beans are used as soup and fermented into juice.
Honey burns under the pot, and beans cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root. What's the hurry?
2 Wang Wei of Niaomingxi
When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,
The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
The moon is full of surprises,
In the spring stream.
3 Du Fu, looking for flowers and asking for willows by the river.
one
The spring flowers by the river bother me so much that I have to go everywhere.
He came to the south to find a drinker and went out for a drink ten days ago.
Secondly,
Flowers are like splendid flowers, like rivers, and my heart is really afraid of spring.
But now poetry and wine can listen to me, and I don't have to bear any psychological burden for my bald head.
third
There are two or three families living in the bamboo forest beside the river bank, and the provocative red flowers set off the white flowers.
I have a place to repay the happiness of spring. Joan can take her time at the hotel.
Fourth.
Look east at the flowers and cigarettes in Shaocheng. It's time for the high glistening in western restaurants to resolve jealousy.
Who can take me to drink, call a beautiful woman, sing, laugh, dance and have a good life?
Fifth.
The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring.
Clusters of peach blossoms bloom by the river. Are they dark red or light red?
Sixth.
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.
Wandering butterflies always dance, while charming yinger just cries.
Seventh.
Love flowers don't want to die, but they are afraid to spend all their years urging each other.
Many branches are easy to fall, and young leaves are discussed in detail.
Lime sings humbly.
A thousand hammers hit the mountain, and the fire burns like a long time;
I don't care if it is broken, I want to leave my innocence in the world.
5 Zhu Shi Zheng Xie
Adhere to the castle peak and not relax,
The roots were originally in the broken rocks.
Hard work and perseverance,
East, west, north and south winds.
Du Fu, who was recovered by the imperial army on both sides of the Yellow River.
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .