The fallen leaves finished their last trembling.
The flowers disappeared into the blue eyes of the lake.
The anvil in July is still far away.
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There are no wild geese in Liao Qiongqiu's sky.
Write down their beautiful sonnets.
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Horseshoe leaves and flowers.
On the hill road in the south.
The singer left a broken rhyme.
In autumn, in the dim temples in the north,
There is nothing left in autumn.
Leaving only a warmth.
Leaving only a warmth.
Everything was left behind.
(2) Dai Wangshu's Autumn Dream
The shepherd's bell in the distance,
Shake off the light leaves.
Qiu Meng is light,
This is the gentle and elegant love of a shepherdess.
So my dream came quietly,
But it carries a heavy past.
Oh, now,
I have a little cold,
It's a little cold,
Still a little depressed.
(3) On the autumn night river, Liu Dabai
Birds return to their nests,
Embarrassed as it is,
And come back with the sunset.
Flap your wings,
Throw the sunset on the river;
White-headed reed,
And dressed up as a beautiful woman.
Ah, twinkling stars!
You have a lot of bright red blood,
Have a plenty of crystal clear tears-
In your poor dusk.
How much deep depression is implied!
I saw a wild goose with an arrow.
Ah! Is a wounded soldier,
When it lies on this vast battlefield.
Looking up at the shining light,
I also feel infinite comfort.
My invisible teacher!
I tried to imitate your spirit:
Let go of my tears and my heart,
Woven into perishable bead chains,
Give it to me at your feet.
(5) Setaria viridis
Those red wildflowers. Purple wildflowers. Blue wildflowers, all gone. Here, there is only a meadow left.
Everyone else picked flowers. What about me, teacher? What, you just caught me a handful of green bristlegrass?
I pursed my lips and looked at a handful of green bristlegrass I saw it in the teacher's hand, flopping, shaking, flopping and jumping. After a while, it turned into a puppy and gave it to me. I smiled. After a while, I turned into a kitten and gave it to me. I clapped my hands and jumped down. After a while, it turned into a furry bird and gave it to me. I'm flying around with it!
..... From that day on, we all like green bristlegrass, because our little hands have become as dexterous as the teacher's hands!