Rural residence
Qinggaoding
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (5)
Qing palace zizhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Takeishi
thank
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. 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.
Mulan ci, antique decisive ci, friends of Cambodia
Qingnalanxingde
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
What do you see
Qingyuanmei
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems, its two hundred and twenty
Qing palace zizhen
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness. I suggest that God stand up again, let go of his talents and don't stick to a pattern.
Stomatology
Linqing fourth ring road
There is a man in the capital who is good at performing ventriloquism. Guests will have a big banquet and an eight-foot barrier will be built in the northeast corner of the hall. The ventriloquist will sit in the barrier with a table, a chair, a fan and a ruler. The guests sat around the screen. A moment later, I heard the sound of a beat from Wickwood inside the screen. The whole room was silent, and no one dared to speak loudly. When the dog barked in a deep alley, a woman was startled and her husband groaned.
The wall in the prison
Qing Tan sitong
Desperately stop thinking about James Zhang, endure death, and treat Dugan for a moment; My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.
Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone?
Qingnalanxingde
Who reads the west wind alone? The rustling yellow leaves closed the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets. Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
On Five Poems (Ⅱ)
easy
The poems of Li Bai and Du Fu have been read by thousands of people, and it is nothing new to read them now. There are many talented people all over the country, and their poems and popularity will last for hundreds of years.
Bury flowers
Cao Qing Xue Qin
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense? The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad. Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again. Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei; Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who knows next year?
Huatangchun, a generation of a pair of people.
Qingnalanxingde
Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia don't look at each other, who is spring? Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.
child's interest
teacher
When I was a child, I could open my eyes to the sun and observe autumn in detail. When I see a little thing, I have to check its texture carefully, so I sometimes look for fun outside of things. In summer, mosquitoes turn thunder, and privately plan to let a group of cranes dance in the air. If you want it, you will have a thousand, and if you want it, you will have a crane. Look up, Xiang Qiang. Mosquitoes are left in vegetarians' tents and sprayed with smoke to make them fly to the smoke.
"Two songs about going to the garrison to show your family"
Lin Qing ze Xu
If you are weak and mentally exhausted for a long time, you will be exhausted. Selfishness, then the country's life and death, gloating, should be avoided! Exile is just the kindness of the king, and it is just right to keep humble and die. The play tells a story with his wife, trying to destroy the old scalp.
Wei County Bamboo Painting Department Achieves Great Achievements and Broad Years/Poems with Inscriptions.
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Lying in the Yazhai listening to Zhu Xiao, I suspect it is the voice of the people's sufferings; Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about their feelings.
Sauvignon Blanc, a mountaineering trip
Qingnalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Qinyuanchun hates it
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Flowers are ignorant, the moon is boring, and wine is lifeless. Cutting peaches ruined his scenery; Ying Ge cooked it. Help me. Burning inkstone books, cracking piano paintings, destroying words and smearing names. Xingyang Zheng, born in wooden lattice, begged for food. It's painfully cold, and police tactical unit is too thin. Look at the autumn grass in Pengmen, the lane is broken year after year, and the windows are bright and clean.
I read it in a book on night on the boat.
Tea Shen Xing
When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely. Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars.
Moss
Qingyuanmei
Life is not everywhere, youth is just coming. Although moss is as small as rice, it also blooms like peony.
Dead Hua Lian can't read the endless parting pain
Wang Qing Guo Wei
After reading all the bitterness of leaving this world, there are still so many scattered flowers that do not return. Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring. I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian. Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.
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