Near the mountain, the sun sets, and the Yellow River flows eastward into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles of scenery, please climb the building again.
2. In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
In spring, when I woke up, I didn't realize that it was already dawn and birds were singing everywhere. Recall how many fragrant spring flowers were blown down by the wind and rain last night.
At noon on weeding day, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? -don Li Shen's sympathy for farmers.
Farmers are weeding in the midday sun, and sweat drips from them on the land where seedlings grow. Who knows that every meal on the plate is bought by farmers with hard work?
The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. -Tang Bai Juyi's Grass
The ancient plains are covered with lush grass, which withers and flourishes every year. Yuan's fire will not go out, but when the spring breeze blows, it will spread everywhere.
The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring? -Don Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
6. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. -Tang He Zhang's Back to School Book
I left my hometown when I was young and didn't come back until my twilight years. Although my accent hasn't changed, my hair on my temples has turned white. Children in my hometown don't even know me when they see me. They asked me with a smile: Where did this guest come from?