It snowed and rained.
The mountains are painted green and the swallows cut the willows.
Cool breeze and bright moon, pines and strange rocks.
Sanqiu Gui Xiang Shili He Hong.
The sky is going to fly frost and the clouds are going to make rain.
Smoke is far from the water, Wusuo Mountain.
Disappear, the moon is thousands of miles away.
Li Jing swims in Ji Xiang, Sha Ou.
Water clouds are there, rain comes and wind goes.
The fog is gone, and the moon is gone.
Rocks pass through the air and waves beat against the coast.
The bright moon is like frost and the breeze is like water.
Wanfeng green, Wanshan spit Xia.
A hundred flowers are in bud and a thousand branches are green.
Flowers bloom and fall, and all trees win glory.
Beautiful scenery, birds and flowers.
Cangshan is like the sea and the sunset is like snow.
Thousands of miles of ice, Wan Li snow.
The feast lasted until the moon disappeared in the high trees and the Milky Way disappeared at dawn.
Autumn wind blows the Weihe River and leaves fall all over Chang 'an.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
The water is infinitely wide, and the mountains are not only high.
Yellow leaves fall in succession and fly to Saihong.
Clear the frost and soak the yellow leaves in Bibo Bailu.
The quieter the cicada forest, the quieter Tonamiyama.
The sun is halfway through the ocean, and the chicken is heard in the hollow.
Flying stars cross the water, and the moon sets in the sand.
Fish play with new lotus, birds scatter flowers and fall.
When the sun sets, it is beautiful, and the spring breeze is full of birds and flowers.
Flowers and plants, clouds * * * spit.
Peach blossoms fly green water, wild bamboos fly to Lv Yun.
The pavilion is loose on the mountain and caressed in the valley.
The bottom of the gloomy ravine is loose, leaving seedlings on the mountain.
Clouds roll thousands of peaks, and plum presents a pillow.
Frosty hoofs are thousands of miles away and the wind is blowing.
The wind blows the clouds to move the stars, and the water pushes the boat to move the shore.
The apricot blossoms began to rain, and the willows gently shook the breeze.
A wisp of light smoke passed through the grass, and it was raining lightly in Xinghua Village.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.
The silk is weak, the bridge is late, the snow is fragrant, and the courtyard is spring.
The rosy clouds shine on Wan Li like silver, and the soul reflects Qian Shan like water.
Wool covered with grass, spring river curved, snow cut flowers without jade.
My Fair Lady, Ran Ran and Xianglian are all exposed.
An egret, Yang Yang, Natsume and Oriole are flying over the quiet wetland.
The cloister in the yard is silent in spring, and herons bathe in the night.
Peach blossoms fall, and yellow birds fly with Bai Niao.
A pool of hibiscus fresh water, a thousand layers of fragrant grass far away.
Tall trees and sunset connect the distant alleys, and small bridges and flowing water connect the flat sand.
Blue swallows are everywhere, and a curtain of fine snow rolls plum blossoms.
Sunshine cotton balls sparkle and the wind blows the ears of rice.
The river is still as long as a green ribbon, and the sea toad wheel is as clear as a jade plate.
A spring breeze will blow a new song green and a drop of spring rain will dye a bud red.
Play with something.
The beauty of Wanfeng and the struggle of Wangu.
The sun, the moon and rivers.
The grass is affectionate, and the sunset is speechless.
The moon is quiet, and the breeze has tears.
The shore flowers fly to see off the guests, and the Yan language keeps people.
The more beautiful the rain is, the more fragrant the wind is.
The crow loves the evening tree, and the lonely goose enters the sky.
The cherry blossoms are red and unfamiliar, and the willow leaves by the pool are green.
Beautiful scenery seems to be waiting for me there. The flowers also smiled, and the willow twisted its waist and gave everything selflessly. Welcome me to board again.
Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches.
The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves before, and today's people in the world are better than the ancients.
Falling flowers have tears because of wind and rain, and birds are ruthless since ancient times.
Crazy catkins dance with the wind, and fine peach blossoms chase water.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
Red rain turns waves at will, while green hills deliberately turn bridges.
With a high vision, nothing is broken, and the heart is clear.
I don't know what I'm thinking. Water and wind are empty.
Let the flowers leave in spring and let the moon go home.
Thousands of trees float in the mountain pavilion, and the jade pot has an ice heart.
The weak east wind flowers are half exposed, and the passionate spring water swallows fly.
Affectionate month invites you * * *, and ownerless lotus flowers bloom everywhere.
Sitting among the stones for a long time, the spring clouds rise and the flowers sing into the sunset.
A few mountains and green hills are suspicious and timid, and one school of water wants to keep people.
Pine and cypress see color, autumn water and spring mountain see temperament.
There is no ink painting outside the curtain, but there are poems in the forest.
It is romantic for people to make friends, and it is a mountain to open a picture.
A generation of law and discipline is sweating, and Yang Duyu is guarded by law for thousands of years.
Wild smoke has a road to know the temple, and the moon has no intention of entering the city.
There is still water in the mountains, and there is love in Cynthia.
The breeze can melt water, and the bamboo ploughs are deeply blue.
The clear sky in Wan Li is an eye-opener, and a stream of spring water moistens my heart.
Spring can be like knowing each other, and the wind can only know when it enters the heart.
Wave flow in the stream, moon shadow in winter, wind returning to Jieshi and summer ultrasound.
The leisurely catkins fall silently, which is where the god of the world takes you.
Don't be green like willow for half a year, learn from pine and cypress.
The full moon is full of flowers and fun, and there is no spring or summer outing outside the city.
Clouds come out of the world and become rain, and spring stones flow over mountains.
It goes without saying that it is better to swim in the mountains than in the water.
The tidal bore in Sanjiang is magnificent, and the sound of Kyushu is sad and crack day is surprised.
Fish love the water love the water, fish love to jump, birds love to fly high every day.
Singing poems and enjoying the moon only worries about the moon setting, and drinking wine to send spring only regrets the spring return.
At night, Qiu Lai cried and hated. Birds cried and cried in spring, hurting her soul.
Thousands of feet water curtain, which can't be rolled by hand in ancient times, is a moon mirror polished by craftsmen.
Vientiane renews the picturesque poems of water, mountains and mountains, and every household spends one yuan on the New Year.
Express one's wishes and feelings
Although the temple is broken, the heart is not dead.
Boil rivers and oceans and melt river icebergs.
Don't rejoice in things, don't grieve for yourself.
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.
Bai Yin traveled to Wan Li Road, and reached the ninth spring.
Chun Qing sends shore willows, while Leng Hai is fragrant.
Swim to the sky and embrace the wind in your arms.
Enjoy the mountains and rivers and feel the ancient and modern texts.
Good words capture mountains and green waters, and strange feelings break Shi Jian.
Look down at life and look up at work.
Let go of your body and swim between mountains and rivers.
Outside the world, angry between mountains and rivers.
Take advantage of this wind and waves, and have a good look at the mountains and waters.
Bend like running water, such as.
Tear down the heroes of the world and open the heart of the ages.
If you don't touch the mud, you won't be evil.
It is glorious to change customs, but it is shameful to follow the rules.
Drink the dew of Mulan in the morning and chrysanthemum in the evening.
Ten miles of water and a bright heart, colorful sky and forest.
It was the morning bell that made me laugh at jathyapple and made me think deeply.
People who know the taste should be romantic and affectionate.
The mountains and rivers are full of flowers, and the clouds are silent.
Big wings hang down to the sky for 40 thousand miles, and long pine has been uprooted for 3 thousand years.
Xiang Xue dares to produce ten thousand flowers, and one tree leads the world in spring.
The peak is bright in the cold pool, and the night cliff is bright red.
Loyalty and righteousness are warm everywhere, and ambition is new.
A pure heart, according to the history of history, sang a magnificent song in Changhong.
Shan Xin has * * * broken rivers and mountains, and the righteousness is long.
The snow is looser and greener and the wind is brighter.
With a bright mind and the sun and the moon, it has made great contributions to the world.
A foolish man will not hesitate to move mountains, but a strong man will have a broken wrist.
The tide is coming together, and the rising sun is rising.
Far away, you are not afraid of thousands of miles away, but you can live in all my hearts.
War horses are not as good as ploughing horses, and the war has left only 100 households in the original thousand households.
I don't dream of an affair, but I will be loyal to the ice and snow.
Chess eyebrows are cold to a thousand fingers, willing to be a willing ox.
Dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky for sacrifice and ambition.
Xiangyang looks at the world coldly, and it is hot and windy.
The golden monkey made a thousand moves, and Yuyu clarified Wan Li.
Love sends mountains to dance, ambition sends the sea to sing.
Stone can be broken but not strong, Dan can be ground but not red.
Difficult to cross the mountain, sad to get lost, meet guests from other places.
On the spot, the butterfly turns over the spring flowers to make a shadow, and the heart reflects the sun grass.
Spring is also a sentimental bird, and people are proud of plum blossoms.
First, the world is beautiful, and second, the world is happy.
Be ambitious, make big plans and break the waves one step at a time. You always have a game of chess in your chest.
Learning practice
Don't be arrogant if you win, but be modest if you lose.
Study hard, persevere and have a strong thirst for knowledge.
If you want to know the eternal events, you must read the Five Classics.
Exquisite flowers, falling paper like clouds.
Things urge you to open your book, but human feelings force you to open it.
Set the ancient and modern learning, set the essence of heaven and earth.
Read thousands of books and put pen to paper.
Sing some new songs, be honest and see the truth.
Talking about autumn waters, new poems move Luochuan.
There are thousands of books on hakodate, and a ladle of wine is exhausted.
Don't be idle during the day, youth will never come again.
Knowledge depends on accumulation, and cleverness is combined with diligence.
The siege is not afraid of firmness, and the attack on books is not afraid of difficulties.
Diligence makes genius, and practice makes true knowledge.
Why are you afraid of travelling thousands of miles in the long run, and you are afraid of thousands of books if you keep learning?
The county management is from the heart, and the flowers are still dreamy.
If you are ambitious, you should study less and be willing to play for Ban Chao.
Listening to music can produce a lot of feelings, and composing music does not leave traces.
Those who don't know enough are eager to learn, and those who ask questions are complacent.
Knowledge lies in accumulation, and talent lies in patience.
Open your eyes and read, shake your spine and stand up straight.
A wise general will learn to speak and teach boys to hold poems.
Endless waves return to the sea of learning, and Changchun flowers and trees are talking about the forest.
Blind date is only a stone, which can be paddled like a book for many years.
Shovel the front to comb the mountain rabbit, and dip the ink to scare the fish at sea.
I realized that Gong Liu's books were full of Buddhism, and I was born in Jiangzi's dream.
The more beautiful it is to read thousands of poems, the better it is to turn Qian Shan Road into credit.
Put pen to paper has swallowed up the dream, ShuZhi shout Wan Lifeng.
In the dream, the fairy seeks strange sentences, and the wooden guest in the mountain interprets poems.
When a book is in doubt, it must be against its will, and when it is difficult, it will be calm.
In spring, poems follow the flower path, and books sit in the bamboo building in the moonlight.
A strong hand may pass through the back of the paper, but a sharp hair still smells of flowers.
High curative value condenses into dense fog, and silver notes are stained with light clouds.
After several rounds of polishing, it takes ten years of hard work to see your success.
Don't let Chunqiu go, it's the hardest for an old friend to come once.
Reading like a moon, with beads in my chest, is amazing.
Yue Mei's horizontal window became a picture book, and Lan Feng's expression entered a love poem.
Often sing the sentences in the volume and draw the lake back to the mountain.
I love to look at the suspicious paintings of Chunshan and quietly study Gu Mo's audition incense.
A curtain of flowers and shadows mopped the floor, and the sound of books was in the sky at midnight.
Deep courtyard books, leaves are raining, songs are associated with lotus flowers.
The sun and the moon are two rounds of heaven and earth, and poetry and books are sages.
Light makeup and heavy tones, stubborn green and crazy red hair and ancient fragrance.
Four walls of ink flowers fly like algae, and a curtain of beautiful sentences accounts for spring.
Good books are never tired of reading, and hospitality comes and goes.
Wherever the cat goes, everything becomes interesting, and human resources have nothing to do with God.
On learning is nothing more than ancient learning, and natural resources can connect heaven and earth.
Be useful when you grow up, but generally don't mean nameless.
The height of the book city can hide the true feelings, and the bright heart begins to love talents.
The beauty of writing lies in the prosperity of water, and the night is in the middle of the month.
The style of writing is self-satisfied, and the road is the city.
The lights are deep and scholarly, and the ink flowers are bright in the morning.
Learning the sea is boundless, diligence is the shore, and walking clouds is the ladder.
Climb high and look far, do everything in the fields, write books and get married.
A thousand miles of embankment collapsed in an ant nest, and the towering platform began with a stone.
Thinking is the way to climb the mountain of books, and perseverance is a boat swimming across the sea of learning.
Strive for advanced, do advanced, catch up with advanced, learn science, and pursue science with science.
Yu Hai's poems are all in the sentence. When you are drunk in spring, the world will always be home.
Seasonal festivals
Faint in March, starry at night.
Apricot blossoms and mulberry leaves are white.
The frost chrysanthemum is thin and the rain plum is fat.
Meiying is falling and her eyes are opening.
Hot and cold, foggy at dusk.
Willow shakes spring, plum makes the moon dusk.
Cicadas sing for summer and warblers sing for spring.
Clouds open the autumn moon, and rain hits Yuan.
Leaves fall in autumn and apricot blossoms bloom in spring.
The spring garden is full of flowers and willows, and the autumn marsh is full of sunshine.
It is raining in the pond in Ao Shuang in spring and chrysanthemums are in full bloom in autumn.
The late rain hastens the cold, and the breeze blows the waning moon.
Autumn wind blows willow green, and drizzle adds points.
The line strikes the waning moon, and the chicken sings the sound of Xiao Yun.
Sunset Street has green walls, and clouds occupy smoke at dusk.
It used to be like snow, but now it is like snow.
The setting sun has gone and the autumn wind is smelling outside.
On the solstice, moss is leaves in spring and snow is flowers in winter.
There are no clouds at sunset, and the fans of Spring Breeze are very gentle.
Fat and spring rain, thin and autumn frost.
Thick clouds closed and a shower was empty.
The sunrise is far away, the birds are scattered and the forest is silent.
Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.
Happy spring, sad wind and rain.
After a thousand years of harvest, the breeze scattered the sunset glow.
After the rain, the grass is moist, and apricot blossoms are fragrant in spring.
August is a stormy night.
Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious.
Flying bamboo heron in rice field, Xia Shu oriole.
The autumn river is gloomy, and the cold night is gloomy.
The breeze destroyed the grassland and condensed the tall trees.
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, and vegetation falls in Nanyan.
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
How many floors is Chou-heung's world? The rain is dry.
Peach and apricot blossom in spring, and azaleas blossom in summer.
Ao Shuang autumn chrysanthemum, winter plum fighting snow.
There are nine rivers, and the spring breeze is another year.
Where maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn, clouds and ponds are full of shadows.
Yingti Yan Fang Fei Festival, butterfly shadow full of wind.
You know you are old when you hear firecrackers, but occasionally plum blossoms are spring.
Strange stones are full of eternal beauty, and spring scenery wants a thousand years.
Nine fragrant golden stems, August? Born in.
The water is light and the wind is light, the duckweed is getting old, and the leaves are yellow when the moon is cold.
After the rain, two birds came to occupy bamboo, and a butterfly went to look for autumn flowers.
When the moon is wide, except cool colour, the crow returns to the willow, and the night is silent.
Wild flowers in the mountains are idle and interesting, while yellow flowers are alone in the drizzle.
Poplar leaves turn yellow lazily in autumn, and grass stems turn brown.
Last night, the spring breeze came into the house, and now the willows are half hung on the bank.
In spring, the grass turns green and the plum blossoms smell natural.
The music blows Changchun, and the stars and the moon return to the night.
The spring breeze reflects thousands of willows, and the warm rain and sunny flowers bloom.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
Autumn is full of beautiful scenery, and spring is everywhere.
Ruined the falling flowers in March, ruined the autumn frost.
Cold food is fragrant, flowers are rotten, and Mid-Autumn Festival is beautiful.
It's another year of fragrant grass, and it's still ten miles of apricot flowers.
The summer breeze blows across the ground, as if autumn is advancing into the sky, and the sun is high in the sky, without feeling the heat at noon.
The catkin pond is full of spring dreams, and the courtyard is cold with flowers.
Osmanthus fragrans blooms into the sea, and there is a palace at the height of the moon.
The cold harvest of jade in the southern mountain of Ji 'nan, the wind hissing, Beidou spring full of golden ou.
Green and red everywhere, Yingying Yanyan, ups and downs every year.
Fire tree, honeysuckle, honeysuckle, night is not night, Taoquan Cave There is no lawlessness here.
Great selflessness sends peach blossoms everywhere to warm up, and Sanyang has old spring scenery every year.
There are many kinds of early spring poems written by beautiful and sunny Tai Fang.