Looking at the mountains and water into the eyes of poetry, the years are not embarrassing. Please start with your father-in-law and forget your hometown.
Five years in the Jianghu, a book sleeps, and dreams fall with the south clouds. I also know how to sit singing and grow old, and how many bath pairs are hidden in the south of the pool.
Come if you are lonely, and the stone pond will break the temple. If you don't make up anything, there will be a backlog.
Good and harmony, which comes first, Liaodong battlements face each other from a distance. What's the use of being like an uncle in this life? Politics is like Mo Mu's action.
I was eager to write an article when I was a child, but I haven't joined Cui Caihang today. I am willing to read for three years, and my flesh and blood are full of sorrow.
The roof of the house is fixed above the wall, and the windows are full of Japanese colors and books. At present, I owe my nephew a lot of thoughts, and I am also hanging on the edge of Oyster Mountain.
If you are bored, you will rejuvenate and be treated as vulgar makeup. "Mei Qi Zui Poems Two Rhymes" Time: Song Author: Chen is only busy until dusk, and his heart is long.
Everyone in the world has lost me, and the spring breeze is full of poems and books. "Ji Shen Zan Fu titled Erlu Caotang" Time: Song Author: Wei Zongwu's fallen trees in autumn and the ancient temple in Shasha, as well as the picturesque rain on the emerald screen.
Don Ji has a thousand-year-old book. Who will remember Ji Yun's old tour? Man Ting Farewell Time: Song Author: Farewell, Tang Jinmei day, spring is very luxurious.
Smoke palace candles and fly into the minister's office. Ai Rui drew a halberd in a deep cage, and the birthday girl took a picture with high teeth.
Because I know it, I am proud of hua dan, and the banquet is drunk. Turn the crow.
The new imperial edict was summoned by Wen and announced. Life is better than Fenyang, and grandeur is better than Gonghua.
Looking at the thick purple, elegant book, laurel buds. Mingke's place, on the West Lake Road, meets the martial arts to build a dike.
Professor Yang Shuyu: Song Author: Wei Liaoweng holds a halberd when serving wine, with a graceful demeanor and clear eyes. If you are willing to do English clipping, you should take Fang to edit and read books.
The jade leans against the edge, and the beads move steeply. Don't hate cars without horns when you come. Purple Fengxiang is suspicious on the cloud.
"Gifts for Apocalypse's Friends and Brothers" Year: Song Author: Singing an arrow is true, and the baby is determined to be unforgettable for a long time. Don't be like your children, you are arrogant when you make friends with them.
The border town is thousands of miles away, and the eagle is pale at arm. Berger still drove Lu Han crazy, and quail went to court at dusk.
Yu Yong is still strong enough to swallow the stubborn Qiang. Who says Gu Shengzu is a scholar? When he is in full bloom, he will feed food from a distance.
Water was transported from Changchuan to Deng Gang, and the bow was hung on the bed. Shielded into the next array card, Tianma animal trainer put on armor.
After the surrender, the city god was built and repaired at the expense of the cutter head. Thirty-six will be young, so the environment can let him die.
Rewelding son is quite conceited when compensation, and the situation is more than the armory. Only my son's hometown and friends are stable and self-sufficient.
I am more eager to whip my head, but I am like Shang Bo. When I saw Zhang Zifang in Han Dynasty, I was only six feet old.
Achievement depends on the sun and the moon, and a roll of plain books meets yellow first. From time to time, the thief broke the jade book, and the envoys came to the west one after another, and the ministers called it Shouzhi.
The swan flew in one fell swoop, and the time should not be over yet. Don't put up with some temple cream.
The young son of heaven sat on the throne, spoiling him and ignoring Zhuang. Although I was not busy during my stay, I got my first chance to visit the walls of Fu.
In the suburbs, the old man was greeted with pot pulp, and he went to the hospital at that time. An ancient poem about "Mo Xiang": "Li Huiyang, who won the second prize in the book forest, made two pictures"-(Song Sushi) I didn't see any dregs singing about the Acropolis, and the old man was several meters empty.
Long Mian only knows what he is doing with his heart, and draws an unexpected sound of sunshine. Two new pictures of Bao Mo Xiang, singing Xiao solo in front of the bottle.
Translate it into a guide to your return, don't learn your heart. A bird's-eye view of the blue waves from the window of the dark clouds in Title of Wang Tengge (Wen Tianxiang, Southern Song Dynasty) still carries the fragrance of calligraphy in the Tang Dynasty.
At four o'clock in the sun and moon, the ecliptic is wide and the mountains and rivers are long. Where is the return air? Who will sail alone in freezing rain?
Looking back on this decade of wandering, the new willow in front of the pavilion has already taken place. The True Face of Lushan Mountain (Yu Juan Ji) is a dry song with a beautiful front.
Lan Qi's clothes turned into purple mist, and the ink-scented walls were covered with moss. Bai Ying cleaned the empty platform.
Jiang Haike, visit more if you want. Where are the fog and clouds? When will the wind and Chun Xue come?
The crane wings are nine autumn.
2. Campus poetry enters the campus.
This book is full of fragrance.
Warm wind,
Blow around.
Campus is poetry,
The campus is a painting.
Campus is a long river of history,
The campus is Xiangshan, with red leaves like fire.
This is the ocean of poetry,
This is a paradise for flowers.
We work here,
We harvest here.
Our campus,
It is a paradise of dreams!
Four seasons songs on campus
Golden campus
We came noisily.
Young mind
Full of infinite expectations
The world in plain clothes
We let off steam.
Passionate feelings
The colorful life of radiation
Green campus
Those ignorant teenagers
Publicize the glory of life
Appreciate the infinity of knowledge
Hot campus
Those young faces
Full of knowledge
Looking forward to the new school year
Four seasons campus
Every year is more colorful.
at once
We have grown up.
therefore
With the joy of growing up
We left silently.
On pure and fertile land
It breeds our hope for tomorrow.
We are eager to be an eagle in the future.
Soar above the sky
it's you
Let my life have a good start.
it's you
Aroused my curiosity.
it's you
Help me become useful and help me fly.
You taught me.
Give someone flowers, leave a lingering fragrance in your hand.
You taught me.
Increase people's smiles and make their hearts happy.
today
I want to put the most beautiful flowers.
today
I want to put the sweetest smile
give you
My dearest school
A monument that will always stand in my heart.
On a main road,
I remember there was a primary school auditorium.
There is the sound of reading in the morning.
Lang Lang:
Everyone is a real pillar.
Despite the storm,
Soaring in all directions.
Now I look at my hometown in tears,
Vast:
When will I tell you my heart?
3. Poems with ink characters are best original 1. "Ding Chou personally sprinkled Chen Han's big book in March and blamed Chen Shan for it."
Author: Yu
The dragon depicts the starlight of the sun, and the algae in the sky hang down from the square.
For a long time, I have been observing the sacred aggregates on the meridians, and I have also been awarded Zhang Kui to accept instructions.
I believe that I want to see the fairy move, and the shed room is shocked to hear the royal ink.
Confucianism lacks scenery, and it is extraordinary to serve the bedroom.
2. "Inscription Painting Pomegranate"
Author: anonymous Ming
The golden wind blows the crimson gauze bag, which is scattered and fragrant.
There is little frost and dew on the head of the tree, and there is light in the south branch.
3. "Hanging Li Taibai with a Stone"
Author: Liang Chenyu
Stop to radiate rocks, pour a cup of pepper, and the vegetation still smells the fragrance of calligraphy.
Swallow resigned and whale went to Bai Yunxiang.
He used to sleepwalk in Tianmu Mountain, but tonight he has no soul to go to Yelang.
Looking at Chang 'an in the west, I am disappointed, and Jinchuntang has long been desolate.
4. "Jane Zhang Cheng"
Author: Ju Jie
Lu Jun's seclusion is well known in the water bamboo house in Dongtou, Lintong.
Mo Xiang grinds small copper finches, and Cao Yun weaves stubble.
Shogen, with white head, is bitter, but yellow flowers are close to wine.
Qingshan has its own business. I want to give a banana, but I can't write a book.
5. "Send Shu to a real person"
Author: Ma Zuchang
Goldfinches come to the canopy, and lintan gathers feathers.
Stone is greasy because of stalactites, and pine is poria cocos fertilizer.
Ink pestle, jade cloth emblem repair.
The sky is low and the latitude is near, and the sun is near glory.
Bamboo is very large in diameter, and the pool is covered with small leaves.
The red fan is wrong, and the green fan surrounds the water.
Fairy apricot blossom red, flat peach calyx scissors.
When the dragon comes, he stays alone, but when the crane goes, he knows better.
Avoid cutting bees first and fly with a book in your hand.
The ancestral hall was thundered, and the spirit flag was pulled by ghosts.
The whole side is bitter, but the copper blackboard newspaper is not exposed.
Laity needs knowledge, and poets depend on each other.
I will rest every day, and I will sing and bathe from here.
To eliminate meanness with teachers, Shanwei can still be used.
6. "In Hubei, I didn't want to give anything to poetry. It begins on the eighth day of May 20th in summer. "
Author: York
Changli has been listed as three kings for a long time, and I once kissed Han Moxiang.
Looking back after the farewell, Don Yue Feng was more thoughtful.
4. Write a poem about campus. I like to travel in the world of books and experience wonderful life. I like the days when I am accompanied by books, filling the ocean of my heart; I like to walk in the ocean of knowledge, so that I can have a spiritual home. I am familiar with that feeling, just as I have been looking forward to it for a long time. At this moment, it has come to my side and flowed into my heart. Reading has become an indispensable part of my life; Reading makes me feel the wonderful book; Reading makes me feel the joy of life; Reading has given me the true meaning of life.
Someone said, "Life is like a book. Only by going deep into it and chewing slowly can we realize the meaning of life and understand the wonderful life. " I turn this book page by page, which is the continuation of my life; I read page after page, but I was intoxicated by the smell; I looked at it page by page, and it was my life that kept showing.
Life is like a play, with falsehood and truth. The book expresses the plot, which is a true representation of life. Maybe this is the real life. As Xu Zhimo wrote in his poem, "I left gently, just as I came gently. I waved my sleeves and didn't take away a cloud." Life is like this. From the moment you were born, you were covered with a layer of skin, which doomed you to struggle and struggle Is it a mediocre life or a beautiful and prosperous journey? Hold the swing in your hand. Books accompanied me to grow up, and I had hardships and setbacks on the stormy road of my life. It is books that have taught me the truth of being a man, pointed out the direction for me, and made me no longer hesitate on the road of life. I should thank it, it let me appreciate the profoundness of knowledge and explore the mystery of life. Sometimes, I think books are like my sincere friends. When I am lonely, I am warm with them. When I am confused, I am glad to have its guidance. I am used to the days when I get along with books, and I enjoy the warmth of home. Let me wander away from home and feel the feelings of my loved ones. I envy it, its world is wonderful, but I don't regret it, because I believe that with books, my life is also wonderful.
On a sunny day, breathing fresh air, I feel that this is also a new beginning.