Indeed, holly is really annoying. We can tolerate his own growth, but he wants to plant saplings and grow in the whole backyard! The farthest root extends to the second district! When I am angry, I look at these small seedlings, thin and short trunks and small leaves. I didn't expect them to grow up, take away the nutrition of our flowers and turn the whole community into an orchard.
So I pulled them hard and uprooted them. Some seedlings are easy to pick, but others grow on the roots of holly, so I cut them off with a sharp tool. However, my anger is getting smaller and smaller. I was surprised when I picked up the seedling in the second district, but I was actually paying tribute to it.
The small gourd in the second district is connected to the root of the big gourd! I also think of other plants in the garden: buttonwood is bigger than it; The flower of a rose is more fragrant than its flower; Plum blossom has the quality of cold ling than it; Bamboo has more noble integrity than it. However, it has no thorns of roses; Stronger than buttonwood; Its fruit is bigger than plum blossom; Bigger than bamboo.
In the hot summer sun, we can hide at home, but some workers can only enjoy the cool under a few buttonwood trees in the back garden, and nobody cares about holly trees. But one night, there was a heavy rain, and I thought the holly tree would be knocked down by lightning.
The next day, it was still standing there. On the contrary, two plane trees that looked stronger than it were knocked down by lightning, so some workers took shelter under holly trees. At this time, they finally found that holly was bigger and more radiant than phoenix tree. I walked slowly under the tree, looking at leaves as big as palms and fruits as big as table tennis, a vigorous holly growing in the cracks.
Its saplings can survive tenaciously with a little soil and water. I can only look up at this three or four-story holly tree and think silently: You are so tenacious and selfless, and you can accept what others say about you.
I took you there. . .
2. Poem about Matsutake Plum Chrysanthemum 1, Yongmei's poem:
Wang Mei Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
2. Singing Song Poems
Song Song Xie Zicai
Spring festival is unparalleled, who wants to mix dust?
Sometimes thunderstorms lift the heavens and the earth, and it is suspected that the black dragon is alone.
3, chanting bamboo poems
Zhu Zheng Banqiao (Zhengxie)
Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves.
I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.
4. Chrysanthemum Poetry
Tao Jin Yuanming, the master of Heguo.
Fragrant chrysanthemums are in full bloom in Lin Yao, pine trees and Guanyan line.
With this beautiful appearance, it is outstanding for first frost.
3. Singing bamboo poems
Wu Qin Chang Shuo
There are always eight treasures among the guests, which are as fragrant as wild bamboo shoots in the mountains.
Send me a message, and I will feel lonely. When shall I go back to see my new wife?
Takeishi
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Insisting on the castle peak is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock;
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Changzhu
Don
Jerry's ancestors were swept by the blue haze, and Cai Yong was recalled by the green branches.
After listening to the stormy night in Nanyuan for a long time, I am afraid that the scales will become dragons.
Takeishi
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Light smoke Gu Mo, write half of this gentleman,
There is no need to report peace, you have seen strong winds.
Tell me to go back to Li, draw bamboo and bid farewell to the gentlemen and people of wei county.
Zheng Qing Banqiao
If you don't lose your black veil, your sleeves will get cold;
Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river.
bright red
Beam gauge
Ask the bamboo stick frequently and taste it first;
He is kind to others and is busy when he is free.
4. What are the poems about good deeds? 1. Jun's lingering love is red lolo. _ _ _ _ Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
2. Open your eyes all night, that's the trouble of your life. _ _ _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
However, a thousand-year-old leaf must be given a cup. _ _ _ _ Zhao's "Gift to the Minister on Yuan Day".
4. The pride and bitterness of a lifetime are not harmonious, and the kindness of the media is even more embarrassing. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Twelve Nights of Answering the King.
There are holes in the sky and water in the fish. _ _ _ _ Chen Shou's "Longzhong Dui"
6. Grateful, Le Yi came and served him wholeheartedly, full of intrigue. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's three poems "It's hard to walk"
7. It is a great honor to walk from one battlefield to another. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Six Songs"
8. To repay the spring, good wine will kill you. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Seven quatrains, Soliciting Flowers by the River"
9. Meaning is called length, and life is sacred. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Giving Clothes at Noon
10. Still pity Zhong Nanshan and look back at Weibin in Qing Dynasty. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Twenty-two Rhymes of Wei Zuocheng
1 1. I am grateful all my life, and loyalty is not a prize. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's reply to the rain.
12. people feel the rain, and the clouds and plums are really long. _ _ _ _ Zhao Ruyu's "Send General Li to the Temple and Drink Yin after Rain"
13. fame cooks ordinary dreams, and strange books are empty and grateful. _ _ _ _ Wang Xun's "Xixia Chongyang"
14. Give me a peach and a plum. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Suppression"
5. Poems describing the cold are only sentimental in the spring months, which is still like taking photos.
A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Haggard, who can pick it now?
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Where were those lost times before me? I'll never see you again. I miss heaven and earth. There is no limit and no end. I'm lonely and my tears fall down.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung. What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.
If my bosom friend appreciates it, I won't refuse to sing the most difficult and elegant songs for him.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, thoughtless and unforgettable; Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward.
Looking around, lonely and sad.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy.
This feeling can't be solved by relying on a small bench.