Cunju
Qinggaoding
Grasshoppers fly in February,
The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early,
Borrow the east wind to release the paper.
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The author of Village Residence is Gao Ding, a poet in Qing Dynasty. This poem describes the scene of spring when the poet lived in the country and the scene of children flying kites after school. In early spring and February, the grass grows and the willows brush the embankment, and the children fly kites with great interest. There is a scene where someone has something to do, full of life interest, and draws a lively "happy spring picture". Between the lines of the whole poem, the poet's joy and praise for the coming of spring are revealed.
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In February of the lunar calendar, grass gradually germinates and grows around the village, and orioles fly around. Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. Water vapor evaporates between Shui Ze and vegetation and condenses like smoke. Willow seems to be fascinated by this beautiful scenery. After school, the children in the village went home early without hesitation and quickly flew kites in the blue sky on the strong east wind.
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Village House depicts a picture of children flying kites on the grass near the village in spring. This is a picture of rural life with natural scenery and touching people, full of vitality and spring. After reading this poem, we seem to enjoy the beautiful spring scenery in the countryside with the poet and share the joy of children flying kites.
The first sentence is about time and natural scenery. In early spring and February, the grass grows green buds, and orioles fly in the sky and sing happily. The long branches of willows beside the embankment brushed the ground gently, as if drunk and trembling in the spring smoke.
The second sentence is about character activities. The children came back from school early and flew kites in the east wind. The children, east wind, kites, people and things chosen by the poet add some vitality and hope to the beautiful spring scenery.
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Dense leaves turned into flowers, and swallows were hastily added to the nest.
The kite winds up worrying about the wind, and the horse lifts the mud to enjoy the rain.
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Last night, Dizhou was on the clear autumn river, opposite the fishing gate.
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When a stranger sees you at first sight, his first language is more pity.
His arms are as fat as a donkey, and his skin is softer than cotton.
When the head grows, it can cover the forehead, and the angle gradually decreases.
There's nothing to worry about if you break up.
A row of official soldiers shouted in front of the painting hall.
Sing the willows together, sing the lotus together.
Take the embankment with drizzle, and flush the lane with light smoke.
Tender bamboo rides a horse, and Xinpu breaks the whip.
Young warblers are in the golden snail system, and cats have colored silk collars.
Holding cranes to Qingdao drives geese into warm spring.
Huayang competes for snow, and elm leaves collect money.
The tin mirror is hung on the chest, and the silver beads are hung on the ears.
The head is wrapped in a stork and the sleeves are covered with branches.
Wine warms cinnabar, and tea urges Xiaoyu to fry.
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Cherish red beans and make up jewels.
The costume is covered with a mattress, and the hat is wearing boots and felt.
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The storage of green apricots is small, and the forehead is green and round.
I was shocked, with tears all over my face and saliva all over my face.
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The curtain blows the hook, and the kite pushes the goose column.
Chess and road painting, flute is short of sound.
The angry guest fell asleep at the beginning, and the monk was half-meditating.
Look for spiders and poor roofs, and explore birds all over the rafters.
Throw the fruit and open your mouth, hide the hook.
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Fold bamboo into mud swallows, add silk and put paper kites.
Praise each other's water cymbals and teach each other how to spin.
This flag is cut with red silk, and this book is cut with blue.
Spread the pigeon net far away and control the flying line low.
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The concealed window eyebrows are bent at the beginning, and the arm is connected.
Fight for grass as the spring path, and fight for the ball out of the backcourt.
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Wait for the front fence of the magpie and listen to the edge of the building.
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The flat island is boasting, and the cliff is proud of its edge.
Small footprints on tender moss, complete footprints on Zita Law's shoes.
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Did the ants find their way? Beehives were piled up around the steps.
The firewood sings back to the deep mountain, and the ox sings down the distant river.
Make firewood for the house and hold a banquet with mud.
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