Birds sing in spring, and osmanthus falls unconsciously. Silence makes the mountains in spring night more empty. When the moon came out, the bird was startled by the moonlight. The chirp echoed in the mountain stream from time to time.
The poem parting from Xin Jian in Furong Inn is: The Yangtze River is rainy at night, and when I bid farewell to my friends in the morning, I feel as lonely as the first mountain. If my relatives and friends in Luoyang want to ask me about my recent situation, please tell them that I have a heart as crystal clear and pure as ice in a jade pot.
The path of Huang Si's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are hanging on the branches.
The frolicking butterflies are constantly dancing, and the charming Oriole sings just right.
The main idea of Ode to Lime is that the stone mined from the deep mountains looks ordinary after thousands of times of digging and burning in the fire. As long as you can leave your innocence in the world, you are not afraid of death. The whole poem shows the poet's noble sentiment of being a clean man, not afraid of hardships and dangers on the road of life, being brave in sacrifice.
Hold the castle peak and not relax.
The bamboo roots are embedded in the rubble.
Still strong after countless hardships.
No matter where you come from, no matter what wind blows.
Sichuan, south of Jianmenguan, suddenly heard the news of recovering northern Hebei. When I first heard the news, I was surprised to exchange tears and wet my clothes. Looking back at his wife, I don't know where my usual worries have gone; I rolled up my collection of poems at random, and I was almost crazy with joy. During the day, I will sing loudly and indulge myself; The beautiful spring scenery just accompanied me back to my hometown. We'll set off at once, take a boat from the dam, cross the Wuxia, go downstream to Xiangyang, Hubei, and then go north from Xiangyang to Luoyang.
Only such a great force as the storm can make the land of China full of vitality.
However, the silence of the ruling and opposition parties is a kind of sorrow after all.
I suggest that the Emperor of Heaven stand up again.
Don't stick to certain specifications, and be more talented.
At the foot of the mountain, the blue grass shoots at the stream.
There is no sand and soil in the path between pine trees.
In the evening drizzle, the cuckoo burst into tears.
Who says you can't be young when you are old?
The running water in front of the door can still rush to the west persistently!
Don't worry about sighing white hair and singing yellow chicken.
The water seems very beautiful, and the mountains seem to gather eyebrows. I want to ask where the traveler is going.
There are mountains and water and beautiful scenery. I just sent you home in spring, and I want to send you (Bao Haoran) back. If you catch up with the spring in Jiangnan, you must keep it.