He picked Ge Xi, and he doesn't see you for a day, such as March Xi.
He took care of him, but he didn't see him all day, just like him.
I haven't seen you for a day, and I'm three years old.
40. The Book of Songs, Elegance and Rites
Coffin is a virtue, which is good for you. ShuShenEr stop, don't indulge in musical instruments.
Don't be a tyrant, don't be a thief, rarely. Give me a peach and give it back to Li.
He is a boy with horns, a real rainbow boy. Dye soft wood and silk. Wenwengong is the foundation of Vader.
To tell the truth, his wise men went to Shunde. Its dimensions are stupid and it calls me arrogant. Everyone has his own heart.
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Comments: As Zhang Fang said, some have become proverbs, and some have become idioms. Return the favor, like Sanqiu, I will not see you for a day, hold your hand, grow old with your son, and walk on thin ice.
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4 1, Zhao Heng's "Poetry to Encourage Learning"
Rich people don't have to buy fertile land. There are thousands of millet in Qian Qian in the book.
There is no need to build a high hall to live in, and the book has its own golden house.
There is no need to hate going out without a car. There are many horses in this book.
There is no need to hate your wife without a matchmaker. There is a woman Yan Ruyu in the book.
This man wants to achieve his life, and often reads the Six Classics in front of the window.
42. Li Bai's Long March
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live together in an alley in Qiantang, both young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
Comments: Because it is the origin of two idioms, childhood friends and childhood friends, anyone who knows these two idioms can be regarded as a poem.