2. What languages do you like to listen to in The Complete Poems? Volume 1: Singing Goose, Tang Robin, King Goose, Goose, Goose, Goose, singing like a song in the sky.
White hair catches green water, and red palm stirs clear waves. In the Tang Dynasty, Shen Li plowed the fields at noon, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? Silent night thinking of Tang Li Bai's bright line at the foot of my bed, is there already frost? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Book 2: Caotang Bai Juyi, the vast grass across the plain, comes and goes with the four seasons.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Xiao Chuntang Meng Haoran In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Li Bai knows little about the moon, so he is called Bai Panyu.
I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky. In the Heron Bird Villa, the ring of Wang Tang is surrounded by mountains and waters during the day, and the sea drains the Golden River.
Go up a storey still higher and see farther, farther, farther, farther, farther, farther, farther.
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? . Chinese Book 3: Be kind to farmers (2) A millet was planted in the spring of Tang Dynasty and 10,000 seeds were harvested in the autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. Silkworm's wife Song went to town yesterday and came back with tears in her eyes.
All over Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers. Li Bai, a dangerous building in the Tang Dynasty, stayed at the Mountain Temple for the night. He was hundreds of feet high and could pick stars with his hands.
Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky. Jiang Xue Liutang Zongyuan Mountain has no birds, and a thousand paths have no footprints.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Plum blossoms in the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi counted several plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.
Knowing from afar is not snow, only Dimfragrance comes. The fourth volume of Chinese: Xiao Song Chi Yang Wan Li's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade shines on the surface of the water and loves sunny and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. He Biyu in the Tang Dynasty, dressed as a tree, hung with ten thousand green silks.
I don't know who cut the green leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. The village is green and tall with grass, and in February, long 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. Chinese Book 5: Looking for Flowers Alone by the River Tang Dou Huang Fusi's maiden is full of flowers.
Butterflies dance from time to time, and charming eagles sing freely. Tang Yuanzhen and Qiuju clustered around the house like a ceramic house, and the edges on all sides became more and more inclined.
It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. Deng Fei came to Wang Anshi, Song Feng, and flew to Chihiro Pagoda on the mountain. He heard the cock crow.
Don't be afraid of clouds covering your eyes, you are at the highest peak. There seems to be no one on Chai Lu's empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. Song Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river, loves the beauty of perch.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats. Liu Tang, the owner of Furong Mountain, is evergreen, taking pictures in the snow. At dusk, it is far from Cangshan Mountain, and the weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and came home at night. On the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, Wang Anshi's one-year-old firecrackers sounded, and the spring breeze sent warmth into Tu Su.
Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. Language Book 6: Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory Song Fancheng is numb all day and night, and the children in the village mind their own business.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. Children's fishing Tang Hu taught hairy children to hang on silk and sit on the edge of raspberry moss to reflect.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. Sanqu Road In the Song Dynasty, there were days when plums were yellow and the sun was shining, but the streams were full of mountains.
The green trees on the mountain road are as dense as when they came, and the bushes of several orioles in the dense forest add more fun than when they came. Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, Li Bai, a bird of the Tang Dynasty, flies high, and the lonely cloud goes to leisure alone.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. Night berth Jiande Jiangtang Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. In the book on the night of the boat, you can see the fishing lights in the dark of Shen Xing. Fireflies are lonely.
Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars. The second mission to the Yuan Dynasty, Anxi Tang, Wang Wei, Acropolis, drizzle and dust, the guest house is green and willow-colored.
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out. Chinese version 7: quatrains Tang Du Fu Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. Let Tang Libai, the emperor of Baidi City, leave Baidi City early, and return to Jiangling for a day.
Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are crying endlessly, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man. Tang Wei Wu Ying, a native of Chuzhou, Xixi, was born by a secluded grass stream, where orioles sang deep in trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. Looking at Lushan Waterfall, Li Bai's Rizhao incense burner in Tang Dynasty gave birth to purple smoke, looking at Qianchuan hanging waterfall.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu was far away from Hanshan, and there were people in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei was in a foreign land, and he missed his relatives every holiday.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Qing Pingle Song Xin Qi Ji, with low eaves and green grass.
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. Chinese Volume 8: Evening Scenery of Hui Chong Riverside; In Song Dynasty, Su Shi had three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo; Spring river plumbing duck prophet.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. Spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, thousands of miles of Du Mu singing green and reflecting red, water town mountain fruit wine flag wind.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. Four-season rural hybrid Fan Song becomes a big Li Jinxing fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. As a dream, Song Qingzhao often thought of the sunset in Xiting, lost in it and didn't know his way home.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
A Gift for Wang Lun Tang Bai was about to go by boat when he heard singing on the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun! The Yellow Crane Tower bid Meng Haoran farewell to Yangzhou, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Back to my hometown, I wrote that Tanghe Zhangzhi left home when he was young, and the local accent did not change his sideburns.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. Chinese Book IX: Looking at Tianmen Mountain, Li Bai, Tianmen in Tang Dynasty broke the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu flowed.
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. The title Xilin wall was regarded by Su Shi in Song Dynasty as a mountain peak on the edge of the ridge, with different distances.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. As seen in the night book, the leaves of Xiao Xiaowu, a young man in the Song Dynasty, sent cold sounds, and the autumn wind on the river moved guests.
I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. After the frosty night, Jiang Feng fell asleep fishing in a night-mooring near maple bridge, Zhang Tang.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Don't go to Datang Gaolishi Huang Yun in the daytime, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Bai Juyi in Mujiang sings Tang poetry, and the sunset is sprinkled in the water, half river is rustling and half river is red.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. Forget the snow in the south, forget Zuyong in the south.
3. Ear-chanting Poems: Sixteen poems by Nanshan Luohan Zan (Huang Tingjian)
The spotted beast is a mountain forest, and it rises to the audience room as a guardian.
The young monk was sent by the army to carry water. He came to save and was thirsty.
The tiger in the chest adjusts itself, so the foreign body becomes a family.
I watch Jambu-Di^pa sentient beings, and my suspicion in the same bed is like ice charcoal.
Imitate the natural fortune of a gentleman (Huang Tingjian)
A gentleman is lucky, but he says nothing and does nothing.
It doesn't take much effort to mention it, so you know it's an adult.
Look at autumn and listen to the voice of ants.
The group of materials is extremely powerful, and the yin arch listens.
Three mornings after fainting, everything revived.
Because there are many, consider, for example, barrel handles.
Fine people are often in front, with their hands turned over.
The wind blows the long forest, and there is no bird to be safe.
Sincerity for a while, happiness for a while, not to mention.
Qiao Ling is really awesome (Huang Tingjian)
Living with a treasure, who else is jade?
Qiao Jun won't budge, but he has two feet of self-esteem.
Look at its prisoners, look at its city.
The official is not heavy, and the people are praised.
Raise the level like a rock, and keep the integrity like water.
Looking around, it's not just fair.
Looking at each other's faces is practical.
4. Poetry about ears, I love reading One Ear every day.
Author: Chu Ke
If I lose my name,
Became the shellfish lost at the high tide last night.
Drunk with Jia Baoyu in Heyuan,
Listen to the lonely and damp lights floating on the shore,
It's sad to hear that Qian Shan can't take pictures outside the moon.
Listening to the rain break through a wounded wild horse and crush our dark and cowardly defense lines,
All the silent villages passing by are hidden in my dead ears,
All the happy people are playing and running in this rain-filled village.
Stumbling, bloody,
Or I'm the one on the road,
Live on a rainy night
Bloody, stumbling
This is one of my ears.
At night, you are a bunch of purple flowers,
Quietly flashing blue light,
I came to see you with a lantern,
Love is a piece of interlining tonight,
The moon shines silently into the body,
We sat around the warm stones,
You smile like a bunch of purple flowers.
Hope to adopt ~
5. A poem describing Luohan in Nanshan, Ear praised Sixteen (Huang Tingjian), a scabies beast in the mountain forest, and went to the main room to protect himself.
The young monk was sent by the army to carry water. He came to save and was thirsty. The tiger in the chest adjusts itself, so the foreign body becomes a family.
I watch Jambu-Di^pa sentient beings, and my suspicion in the same bed is like ice charcoal. The quasi-gentleman method is good luck (Huang Tingjian). Gentleman's law is luck, not saying a word or doing a thing for four hours.
It doesn't take much effort to mention it, so you know it's an adult. Look at autumn and listen to the voice of ants.
The group of materials is extremely powerful, and the yin arch listens. Three mornings after fainting, everything revived.
Because there are many, consider, for example, barrel handles. Fine people are often in front, with their hands turned over.
The wind blows the long forest, and there is no bird to be safe. Sincerity for a while, happiness for a while, not to mention.
Jozan (Huang Tingjian) lives like a treasure. Who else is jade? Qiao Jun won't budge, but he has two feet of self-esteem.
Look at its prisoners, look at its city. The official is not heavy, and the people are praised.
Raise the level like a rock, and keep the integrity like water. Looking around, it's not just fair.
Looking at each other's faces is practical.
6. The sentences about ears are clear-eyed, refreshing, familiar, familiar and familiar.
After many years, I returned to my hometown, where the appearance changed greatly and was refreshing.
Grandpa is almost 80 years old, and he is still so alert and responsive.
The children are already familiar with the story of Pleasant Goat.
Learning depends on self-awareness and initiative, otherwise even teachers will not have good results if they talk all day.
This time I went to the countryside with my colleagues, and I was deeply encouraged by what I saw and heard in the countryside.
Rain is falling all parents are artists. She has been in contact since she was a child and has an unusual understanding of art. ..
The two of them have been together since childhood and have never quarreled.