The second grade of modern poetry primary school about peach blossoms 1. The second grade of ancient poetry about spring
(Meng Haoran) This spring morning, I woke up in a happy mood, and birds were singing all around, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken? Yongliu (He) Jasper adorns trees, and all green silk tapestries hang down. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knew the rainy season and spring appeared. The wind sneaked into the night and moistened things silently. The wild path is dark, and the rivers are bright. Seeing the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Birds are singing in the stream (Wang Wei). In the spring stream, it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival (Du Mu), and pedestrians on the road are dying. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi) are in full bloom in April, and peach blossoms in Shansi Temple are in full bloom. I hate that spring is nowhere to be found and I don't know where to turn for help.
2. Poems describing spring, grade two.
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")
2. Only an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei's Acacia)
4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass)
6: Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. (Li Shen's "Farmers")
7. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, with spring flowers and trees. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
8: Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems")
9. I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi's Liu Yong)
10: Spring Garden can't be closed. (Ye Shaoweng's "Garden without Value")
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3. Urgent, modern poems about peach blossoms
"Fragments" Xuan Paper, Huimo, Chang 'an Road I put ink paintings and poems in my backpack, and I tried my best to walk through restaurants and modern rice noodle shops in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, painting peonies and making poems for a teenager who entered the WTO. I only write to Taohua and the woman in my dream. She will give me a red lip seal, and she will give me a peach blossom button. I will wear them all my life. A peach blossom will be tracked: peach blossoms.
Let the stubborn northwest plateau blush and blush with shame. A poem that hangs on the branches for thousands of years is like a love handbook. It's just that Cuihu, an affectionate wit, didn't fall in love with peach blossoms, and Lu Fangweng, who is infatuated with peach blossoms, is not here. We believe that one spring a thousand years ago, peach blossoms urged lotus to step out of the Book of Songs.
From a river, I stepped on ripples and drifted into Mr. Yuanming's dream, intoxicated by this lovely and stubborn old man, who had dreamed for hundreds of years. Peach blossoms all the way from the north to the south of the Yangtze River, from the Central Plains to the Great Wall, burning in the dust of the Jinge Iron Horse, or the peach blossom robbery on Zhao Jun's wedding dress (modern poetry) Author: Lonely man on the cliff 1 From January to March, she painted lipstick and petals on her lips.
In spring, white fox and red fox began to flood from a lipstick. She is wearing a pink skirt and sitting on the grass. She counted her fingers as soft as grass and counted herself as a peach blossom. These young women became employees in March. They frolicked. Swinging on the branches, winking at passing men, came to a scholar's door to sing love songs and dance belly.
Not to mention the carriage and the capital, they get a little angry occasionally. They shouted: If you don't come out again, we will crush your windowsill and finally turn into a drop of red ink to spread wild on his flower-and-bird paintings, lengthening your throat. You are sitting by the river, listening to the female chorus in spring, listening to the peach blossom in full bloom, like a homesickness blooming in your chest. Her previous life was a happy bride. She stood on the ridge. I saw the wind in the wheat fields and her wedding dress at the foot of the mountain. I saw a teenager lying in a peach blossom dream. A stone road covered with petals should be polished throughout adolescence. Another March, he walked out of the fence, away from poverty and hospital beds, with flames burning in his eyes. All spring, he only fell in love with a peach blossom. This is a classical woman. The smile that blooms in the branches blooms in a quatrain of the Tang Dynasty. In the ink paintings of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the woman in red danced her sleeves along the Huanxi yarn and the leisurely Song lyrics. She hung the pentagonal crystal on her ear, and the distant tide restored the direction of a river, making your blood vessels green. In this wind, transparent woman, mysterious fox, cuffs covered with honey, eyelashes covered with pollen. She turned around on the path and hugged her. There are plump shadows and stealing wine from the side, talking about cigarettes and climbing branches in the middle of the morning, still drunk, and his face is like a peach blossom. She saw delicate tattoos through the mirror and occasionally showed white fangs. She caressed them like poppies and dreamed of her lost voice. The running of a fox is the humidity of the air, but the permeability of a water storage cup is the tranquility that slowly descends behind the hillside and the peach blossom of virus 6. After a cold spring, the scars of your past life loom. Her lyrical lips gradually moved away from the branches. The fog dispersed into sleep. Lou lost her center of gravity and her soft nails. Before I can squeeze a peach blossom, love is porcelain, ambiguous and fragile. She cried. In March, she raised scissors to cut clothes one by one, and finally cut herself. She made more nests, took the temperature on the dressing table, made grass and talked. For those who dream of peach blossoms, 7. Thunderstorm Night reveals the plot of emptying the poison on the lips of peach blossoms. She is half flower and half demon. She hit the spring with a broken string and went through the wall, which became a negative character. Seeing that the rice paper of the anemia scholar was thin and white, she read the night spell, soaked in his ink and dreams, and coughed with red candles all night. He spit out a peach blossom in the middle of the night. He fell into a dream with a pink background, dreaming of fingertips, quietly blooming.
4. Modern poems describing peach blossoms
Love and be loved
Morning breeze, just woke up,
The smiling face of the faint peach blossom has spread!
Delicate and charming, that beautiful peach blossom!
Peach blossom, peach blossom in spring breeze!
Welcome the morning sun in silence!
The sun is lonely because it has lost contact with the moon.
One day, one night!
Moon, leave your tenderness in the sky.
The watermark is shallow! It's too shallow. It hurts.
Beautiful peach blossoms! Have you ever understood,
Knowing that love is so hesitant,
Do you remember when Cui Hu made it for you?
Send lovesickness poems,
You should remember that you are his bride!
Beautiful peach blossoms! Can you still accept it,
Another person's lines,
Accept the impression of spring breeze in poetry.
Impression of spring, bride of spring,
The most beautiful girl in spring!
I don't
5. In the second grade of primary school, write a sentence that peach blossoms when it rains, and peach blossoms when it is sunny.
In the spring of March, the spring is bright and the peach blossoms are in full bloom on the branches. It is gorgeous, charming and beautiful, like a piece of Xia Hong, which contrasts with the weeping willows of the green tree mother-in-law, forming a beautiful spring scene with peach blossoms and flowers.
I can't wait to go to the park to enjoy the beautiful scenery of peach blossoms. I saw a red Mao Mao sticking out from under the pink stamen, as if spreading a carpet on the stamen, solemnly introducing the arrival of the spring messenger. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the breeze sings, dances, competes and competes in the trees; It was only half open, as if the fairies were sleeping among the branches, and the naughty children quietly opened half the curtains; Those unopened ones are really like babies lying in their mothers' arms.
I carefully counted a big red peach blossom and found that it had six layers, while the other one was single-layered. Stranger still, some branches have two different colors of peach blossoms or a peach blossom has two colors. These peach blossoms are really beautiful.
6. Poems describing peach blossoms
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. -Cui Hu's "South Village Title"
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. -Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. -Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. -Cui Hu's "South Village Title"
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs, Egrets Flying in Front of the Cisse Mountain"
In the south, there is a beautiful woman whose face is as fragrant as Rong Ruo peach blossom and as beautiful as plum blossom. -Cao Zhi's Miscellaneous Poems Southern Beauty
The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old. -Wang Anshi's January Day
Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain. -Huang Tingjian's "Send the Yellow Number Back"
The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green. -Jie Jiang's "A piece of plum, a boat crossing the Wujiang River"
Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke. -Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music Six"
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. -Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum"
We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. -Yan Dao Ji's "Partridge Sky, Colorful Sleeves, Diligent Jade Bell"
7. Two poems about peach blossoms
Bai Juyi
Peach blossoms in Dali Temple
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
Cui Hu: Titian Chengnan Village
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Du Fu: Wandering in Queque
The heartbreaking riverside is coming to an end, and the staff are standing on the weekend.
Crazy catkins go with the wind, and fine peach blossoms chase water.
Wu Rong: Peach Blossom
The trees are full of beautiful red flowers.
In the Millennium, it will show that people make chemicals.
Liu Chang: Peach blossom.
DOG looked at the family in the west, and several trees blossomed.
Afraid of the east wind doing evil, red as rain falling on the window screen.
Yuan Mei: Peach trees.
In February, the wind and rain returned in spring, and the peach blossom felt fleeting.
There are still three thousand trees in the residual red, which is not as good as a blooming flower.
Han Yu's "Peach Blossom Leaves in Venice"
The peach in the night curtain is redder, and the bamboo in the window looks strange.
You know, the official is waiting in the sky, so you are forbidden to be with Xianlang.
Du Fu's poem "Watching the Flowers Fall Before the Boat in the Storm"
On the river, people's peach branches shed their hedges in the cold spring rain.
Shadow is tempted by clear water, but wind is jealous of safflower.
Yang Ping's Peach Blossom in Chiba
Chiba peach blossom is better than a hundred flowers, and the lonely banyan is soft in spring.
Teach and avoid vulgarity, and the Qin people will know that the old couple in Kuayuan.
Peach blossoms in Zhou Pu
Peach blossoms bloom first in spring, and no one can see clearly.
Unfortunately, the wind is behind, and the dark red patches are dotted with strawberry moss.
Xie Fangde's "Peach Blossom in Qingquan Temple"
Find a paradise to avoid Qin, and see you in spring.
If I live in the Peach Blossom Garden, I won't let the petals of peaches fall into the water and go out with the water, because I am afraid that fishermen will find holes with the water when they see peaches in the water!
Lu you's boating to see peach blossoms
Taoyuan is only in Jinghu Lake, with clear shadows and red shadows.
After parting from Haitang, I will be drunk and answer the spring breeze at the beginning.