Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality. The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night.
I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country. In May, in the Tang Dynasty, Li He carved jade, draped his forehead and smashed an empty door.
Well lead water, fan weave mandarin duck pattern. Back to the snow dance cool hall, dew wash green.
The sleeves are lingering, and the sweat is stained with precious millet. 3 Look at Bai Juyi's family in the wheat cutting Tang, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. There is another poor woman with her son in her arms.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Modern poetry May is a season of fire, and the sky is blue and beautiful. You and I met unexpectedly, without a trace. The legendary years have passed. I won't leave you crying in May. There is something strange in the sky. Everything seems to be crying. The girl's voice is crying. The years passed. I only have memories of May. The sky is full of your name and my heart. The bleak memory of May is engraved on the beach. Poems engraved with love for you and my name. In May, Baiyun took away your name. Love your poem was washed away by the waves. I closed my memory of you. Before the monarch left the county, he heard the harmony on the river early; The monarch came out, and the horse was led by the red flag; The clothes on both sides of the strait smell fragrant, and the silver hairpin shines on the frost blade; The drums sounded three times and the red flag opened, and two dragons jumped out of the water; Shadow waves fly to Wan Jian, and the drums sound like thunder; The drums are getting closer and closer, and the eyes of the two dragons are like an instant; The people on the slope thundered and the rainbow on the pole was dizzy; The front boat won the bid to launch, and the rear boat lost momentum and waved. 6 Fisherman Aosong Ouyang Xiu was enchanting and baked in Liu Hua in May.
The green poplars drooped because of the rain. Five-color new silk package jiaozi.
Gold plate delivery. Give birth to a model, give birth to a twin phoenix.
It's time to bathe the orchids. Acorus calamus wine is beautiful and clear
Huang Li in the leaves occasionally gets it. Yusong was too careless and broke the dream of the screen window.
7 Liu Hua Tang Hanyu Liu Hua May sunny, see a son between branches, then see a son. Unfortunately, there are no horses and chariots here, and the moss is upside down.
2. Poems about May In May, the pomegranate was drizzling, the lotus turned over, and the pomegranate flowers were burning.
As we all know, May of the lunar calendar is pomegranate month, and the pomegranate flowers in full bloom in May are as bright as red and have the brilliance of fire. Therefore, many women like to wear pomegranate flowers on their temples to add charm. The legend of pomegranate flower god is Zhong Kui, and May is the most popular season for diseases.
Therefore, Zhong Kui, the ghost king in folklore, became the main object of people's belief. Zhong Kui was violent and upright before his death. After his death, he vowed to destroy the monsters in the world. Its fiery hatred of evil is like pomegranate's strong temperament in case of fire. So everyone regards Zhong Kui, who can exorcise evil spirits, as the flower god of pomegranate.
This music is set on a moonlit night. In the natural birdsong and gurgling water, the soft sheng music shines on the pomegranate as red as moonlight, which is somewhat delicate and charming. Looking at pomegranate flowers on a moonlit night is not only hot, but also a little tender.
May's voice is shallow and deep, and a song in May is charming, and the sound of circulation passes through the coffee in West Street. First, this spring is in front of the flowers. I'd like to invite you to make a pot of coffee under the moon. I can't sit in my heart on a bitter night without sugar and cream. We don't talk much to each other, but the music as light as feathers is always awake and slightly sweet. If it weren't for my uncontrollable dry cough in February 2005, you should hide in the corner. Practice vocalization. Can't rap other people's songs, can't throw other people's eyes on the staff on the ground. Notes make the sky glow like dancing elves, and we are speechless. Third, we have nowhere to go. We can quench our thirst by boiling a pot of warm incense through music and poetry. Only when we get stuck in the mud do we know how to hesitate to hold hands in the story. I just remembered the reason why I invited you to West Street for coffee in May. I can't think of a warmer word than warmth. Coffee has many flavors, only you. Your closed heart will be opened by flowers, and I will break the staff and tear off the notes to listen to the sound of Mayflower. Please sing a song paragraph by paragraph and make it echo, then I will bury myself in the fragrance of coffee, close my eyes and listen, and laugh without saying a word. In May, we will listen to each other in the coffee in West Street. Sophora japonica blooms in May, making a joke. In May, Sophora japonica blooms (new rhyme), and it is fragrant in May.
Teenagers hesitate to spend, and often see bees coming in and out. In and out, in and out, how many degrees of sweetness? May is charming, meet Gemini and meet Sophora japonica all over the sky.
I always miss May inadvertently. There is no sunshine, no ice and snow, only a touch of love. Occasionally I feel anxious about my youth. I said I was afraid I was old, only my memory was young, as young as ten years ago, and those fearless persistence.
I often meet in my dreams. On the big tree at the school gate, there are Sophora japonica flowers that I can't pick.
3. Find a prose poem entitled Mayflower. Haha, I am the first to answer ~ ~ ~
Your name is Sakura, Mayflower.
You will climb through the May of life and shine in summer with a bright smile.
Looking back and smiling, you will make spring perfect.
You'll find Xinger burning branches at the age of sixteen.
You will come on fire, and then go to bed on fire.
You will burn the pear blossom that has faded from my brow, and use the Zhu Shazhi that does not fall in your heart.
Your name is Sakura, a flower that is no longer in Meng Chun, and a new dress in late spring.
You cherish you and you love you.
Who knows the meaning of existence and loss better than you?
When spring wraps a smile with this last new dress.
You fill your footprints with this last new dress.
You bloom hard until the green leaves of the tree take root in the immortal spring mud!
You, an angel like a flower, a golden suona singing the sunshine.
Muse standing on the locust tree
If I call you Hua, you will forget all your fears.
You will raise a beautiful flower in the afternoon, a fairy who never believes in fate.
You are a flower, a beautiful flower.
You are the fruit of spring, the last sublimation of peach and plum blooming.
In spring, if you want to go, go,
You can hold her brilliance, her blush and her trembling youth.
But she can't stop pursuing nothingness.
4. Poems about May In May, the pomegranate was drizzling, the lotus turned over, and the pomegranate flowers were burning. As we all know, May of the lunar calendar is pomegranate month, and the pomegranate flowers in full bloom in May are as bright as red and have the brilliance of fire. Therefore, many women like to wear pomegranate flowers on their temples to add charm.
The legend of pomegranate flower god is Zhong Kui, and May is the most popular season for diseases. Therefore, Zhong Kui, the ghost king in folklore, became the main object of people's belief. Zhong Kui was violent and upright before his death. After his death, he vowed to destroy the monsters in the world. Its fiery hatred of evil is like pomegranate's strong temperament in case of fire. So everyone regards Zhong Kui, who can exorcise evil spirits, as the flower god of pomegranate.
This music is set on a moonlit night. In the natural birdsong and gurgling water, the soft sheng music shines on the pomegranate as red as moonlight, which is somewhat delicate and charming. Looking at pomegranate flowers on a moonlit night is not only hot, but also a little tender.
Mei's voice sings softly, a charming song.
In May, the sound of circulation passed through the coffee in West Street.
One,
I want to ask you out this spring before the flowers bloom, under the moon.
Make a pot of coffee without sugar and cream.
There is no room for bitterness in my heart.
Sitting all night, not talking to each other much.
Music is as light as feathers.
Always awake, slightly sweet.
Second,
Maybe, if it weren't for my uncontrollable dry cough.
You should hide in the corner and practice speaking.
You can't rap other people's songs
Throw other people's eyes on the ground.
On the staff, notes are like dancing elves.
Let the sky shine and be speechless.
Third,
We have nowhere to go, through music and poetry.
Boil a pot of warm incense to quench your thirst
The mind of a flower can only be understood when it falls into the soil.
Hesitate in the story
Holding a warm hand, I remembered this May.
The reason why I invited you to West Street for coffee.
Fourth,
I can't think of a warmer word than warmth.
Coffee has many flavors.
It can only be yourself.
Your closed heart should be opened by flowers.
I break the staff and tear off the notes.
Listen to the voice of Mayflower.
Five,
Please sing a song.
Piece by piece, swinging into an echo, and then coming.
I am immersed in the fragrance of coffee.
Close your eyes and listen, smiling without a word.
This May, I made coffee in West Street.
We listen to each other.
Note: West Street is the name of the cafe.
Sophora japonica blooms like a joke in May, and it blooms in May (new rhyme).
Sophora japonica, Sophora japonica, May is full of fragrant fog.
Teenagers hesitate to spend, and often see bees coming in and out.
In and out, in and out, how many degrees of sweetness?
May is charming, meet Gemini and meet Sophora japonica all over the sky.
I always miss May inadvertently. There is no sunshine, no ice and snow, only a touch of love.
Occasionally I feel anxious about my youth. I said I was afraid I was old, only my memory was young, as young as ten years ago, and those fearless persistence.
I often meet in my dreams. On the big tree at the school gate, there are Sophora japonica flowers that I can't pick.
The saying that describes the weather in May is that the east rises and the west falls, and the Tao is ruthless and affectionate.
I want wet clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and I have another village.
At the beginning of the cloud, the sun sank and the rain came.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Moving branches give birth to shadows, blowing flowers and sending fragrance far away
Clouds need clothes, flowers need capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold to show off China.
There is no spring breeze in life, but Chu Shi's home in the mountains is famous.
Just say that flowers are not red for ten days, and this flower is not spring.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
I want wet clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and I have another village.
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
The chickens crow in Maodian and the frost in Banqiao is cold and cheerless.
Clear frost drunk maple leaves, bright moon hidden reed flowers.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell.
Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.
Lotus flowers are not covered by rain, and chrysanthemums still have Ao Shuang branches.
The frost on the ferry was like snow, leaving my first mark on my green shoes.
First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't be tied straight.