Every day when the cock crows, it is the best time for boys to read.
Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young.
Midnight is the best time for boys to study every day. When I was a teenager, I only knew how to play and didn't know how to study hard. When I was old, I regretted why I didn't know how to study hard when I was young.
2. Song Qin Guan of "Qiao Yun, the Fairy of Queqiao"
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Thin clouds are changing in the sky, meteors are conveying the sadness of acacia in the sky, and I quietly crossed the distant and boundless galaxy tonight. Tanabata meeting in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples who are together in the world. * * * v. Acacia, tender as water, short will be like a dream, can't bear to see the magpie bridge road when leaving. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?
3, "Deng Xiangyang City" Don Du Shen Yan
I traveled abroad, but I didn't expect it to be in September. Now standing in this city and looking around, I feel happy.
Crossing the ground and extending to the river, the water potential of the Han River seems to be connected with the sky and twists and turns away.
Frank Owen Gehry's crown is no longer valuable and proportional to the status quo; Zhanghua can only be the name of the old platform.
The scenery by the pool is different from that of that year, and there is no longer the beauty of that year. What you see on the road is full of dust.
I was a stranger, but unexpectedly arrived in September. Now I'm standing on the top of the city, looking around, and I feel the scene is open. Chushan stretches on the ground, and the Han River is vast, as if connected with the sky, and turns away. The crown is no longer worthy of the name, and it is no longer commensurate with the times; A flower terrace can only be called an old terrace. The scenery of Xichi is different from that of that year, and there is no longer that kind of quiet beauty. What you see on the roadside is full of dust.
4, "Parrot Song Wild Crossing New Sunny" Yuan-Feng Zizhen
Three or two families live in an isolated village and devote themselves to Noda's father all day long.
It is said that today the green water is flat and the bridge is flat, and yesterday it rained in the southwest.
[Yao] The sky is blue, the cave clouds return, and the egrets fly away.
Straw sandals and bamboo sticks in spring. Where is the green curtain dancing?
This is a small village with only two or three families. The land is vast and sparsely populated, and I live with simple rural elders day and night. They are talking about the surging stream today, and the water surface is flush with the small bridge. They also said that the first rain in the southwest yesterday and this spring was really heavy. In the blue sky, the clouds floated back to the cave's lair, and a line of egrets left their original place in a hurry and flew high. I immediately put on sandals and crutches and set foot on the outskirts of spring. I don't know where I can find a hotel with green curtains.
5, "Yangchun Song" Tang-Li Bai
In spring, Chang 'an is sunny, the poplars are curled up, and the weather is beautiful.
The flowers in front of the incense temple are red, and the hair color is embroidered in the room.
Embroidery, photograph.
Queen Yan Fei danced, and Lady Zi Gong sang a swan song.
Thirty-six thousand days, holy king, year after year.
In the spring of March, the warm sun shines on Chang 'an. Under the blue sky, the branches of poplar trees have sprouted. Under the warm spring breeze, people can see light smoke and dance in the distance. The flowers in front of the fragrant temple are in bud, red and fragrant in the embroidery room. The poet passed by the embroidery room. I can't help thinking of the graceful posture and dancing of Empress Zhao and the peerless voice of Lady Zi Gong. However, it is a pity that the beautiful scenery in the palace gardens in spring was wasted in the houses of emperors of past dynasties, and the world could not appreciate it.