1, p30 Wei
Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
2. Pool River p30 Tang Bai Juyi
There is no companion in front of the bamboo cage, and there is a weather vane in the chickens. At first, I bowed my head for fear that cinnabar would fall, and hanging my wings often suspected that the snow would disappear.
When it comes to the color of cormorants, I think the voice of parrots is very charming. What do you think when the wind blows? Looking forward to the clouds and water in Qingtian.
3. Welcome to Yan p3 1
Spring in March, ordinary people. In order to welcome the new year, the old curtains are not covered.
The wings were wet with light rain, and the smell of mud bloomed. The nest grew into a chick and stayed with it for many years.
4. Xie Tiao Villa Farewell Minister Shu Yun-Li Bai p62.
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind. It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
5, "the pride of the fisherman-Fan Zhongyan" p64
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The wild geese in Hengyang go unnoticed and ring all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
6. "Tianjingsha? Qiu Si Ma Zhiyuan p67.
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
7. "The first meeting in Yangzhou will reward Lotte-Liu Yuxi" p206
The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years. People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed.
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower. Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.
8. Untitled-Li Shangyin p208
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
9. The unopened begonia of the same generation p2 18.
Layers of leaves grow between the new branches of begonia, and the little buds hidden in them glow a little red.
Be sure to cherish your heart, don't bloom easily, let the peach blossom fan of spring breeze bloom in spring!
10, titled Hongye p2 19 Korean
Why did Ah Shui leave in such a hurry, but he was so leisurely all day in the palace? I bid farewell to the red leaves and left this beautiful place for the freedom house.
1 1, in the mountainous area p2 19.
The sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return. The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly.
12, early spring in the east of the city p2 19 Juyuan Yang.
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven. If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.
13, a note for friends in the north on a rainy night? Li Shangyin p248
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
14, On Poetry-Zhao Yi p249
Du Li's poems have been handed down from generation to generation, but they are not new. There are many talented people all over the country, and their poems and popularity will last for hundreds of years.