High school classic poetry recites the manuscript "You gave birth to me before I was born, and I am old and young". You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. I am far away from you, and you are far away from me.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass.
High school classic poetry recitation manuscript "The Book of Songs? Hurricane? Beating gongs and drums, using troops enthusiastically. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone.
From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried.
Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.
Hang Hang's Hot Trip, a classic poem recitation in senior high school, is on my lips, leaving Sheng Jun. Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven.
It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it will be safe. North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch.
The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become. Wandering clouds cover the sun, and wanderers are reluctant to return in foreign countries.
Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end. There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.
High school classic poetry recitation manuscript "Queqiaoxian" Qin Guan is delicate and smart, flying stars pass on grievances, and silver and Chinese are dark.
When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Tender as water, ritual like a dream, you can go home from the bridge!
It's been a long time, and it's still there, day and night
Yuan Hao, a high school classic poem, recited the manuscript "Qiu Yan Ci", asked what the world was like and taught him to commit suicide.
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
If you have something to say, Wan Li has a cloud.
Qian Shan sunset snow, only to whom.
Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.
The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.
For generations, for poets,
Singing and drinking, visiting Qiu Yan.