Boil beans for soup,
Think of it as juice.
The mash burns under the pot,
The beans are crying in the kettle.
Originally born from the same root,
What's the hurry?
Niaomingjian
Author: Wang Wei
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Farewell Xin Jian at the Lotus Pavilion
Wang Changling decoction
Cold rain at night, Wu,
Pingming Chugu Mountain in Fujian.
If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,
A piece of ice is in the jade pot.
Looking for flowers by the river alone
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.
Butterflies are dancing all the time, and charming songbirds just crow.
Limestone hymn
Yu Qian
A thousand hammers cut deep mountains,
When the fire started, it was idle.
I'm not afraid of being smashed to pieces,
Leave your innocence in the world.
Zhu Shi
(Qing) Zheng Xie
Hold the castle peak,
The roots were originally in the broken rocks.
After many trials and tribulations, it is still strong.
The wind direction is east, west, south and north.
Appreciation of imperial army recovering both sides of the Yellow River
Recover the north and south of the Yellow River
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! ,
At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. ,
However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
Sing my songs loudly, drink my wine,
In the green spring, I began to go home.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain,
Come from the south, then go north-to my own town! .
Sea miscellaneous poems
gong zizhen
Kyushu is furious.
It's a pity that a thousand horses can't walk.
I suggest that god stand up again,
Don't stick to a model and leave behind talents.
Meaning: boiling beans is burning bean stalks, and beans ooze juice because they are cooked to make fermented beans. The beanstalk burns under the pot, and the beans cry in the pot. It turns out that we are born from the same root. Why are you pushing so hard?
Beauty, help me! ! ! !