Master poet, help me. Speed is pressing.

Parting feelings: 1. In the past, I was gone, and the willows were reluctant; Today, I think it's raining heavily-The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Pick Wei.

2. Elegy can be wept, but it can be returned to China far away-Elegy, a folk song of Han Yuefu

3. Humayu follows the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest —— Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han.

4. However, an inch of grass, enjoying three rays of spring, how much love is there-Jiao's "Wanderer"

5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Du Da Yu Ling by Tang Song Wenzhi.

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Three miscellaneous poems by Wei.

7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, which sank again, and suddenly I remembered my hometown-Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night.

8. Where is your hometown? Only when you are drunk-Song Liqingzhao's Bodhisattva Man

9. I miss my relatives more during the festive season-Wei's "Mountain Residence Sacrifices the Silu Brothers".

10. I don't know who will fall tonight-Wang Tangjian's "Looking at the bright moon for Du Langzhong on fifteen nights"

1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the sound of warblers like old mountains-five books by Tang Sikong.

12. Looking at the lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Two Couples in Hometown by Tang He Zhang Zhi

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14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night.

15. Don't be sad, be sad, be sad, and be separated-Nine Songs of Warring States, Chu and Qu Yuan, Live Less.

16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of wearing clothes is slow-nineteen ancient poems in Han Dynasty. Travel again.

17. Think before you go to the wild goose-Sui's "Every day someone misses home"

18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. You can go further and live better —— Qing Ping Le by Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty

19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu's "Meeting You".

20. It's easier to see when it's difficult than when it's gone. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu's Surging on the Sand.

2 1. It's hard to meet friends, but it's hard to meet the stars of the morning —— For Wei Ba Chu Shi by Don Du Fu.

22. Advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yang Guan in the west for no reason-Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"

23. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one knows a gentleman in the world-Tang Gaoshi's poem "Tang Dongda" describes the mountains-colorful clouds lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..

Describe the feelings of parting between friends-Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun's feelings for me.

Describe the loneliness of the characters. Lonely mood-(1) Looking around, cold and lonely, sad and sad. It's the hardest to rest when it's warm and cold!

(2) Its beautiful moments are all squinting, and its loneliness is deeply buried. With flowers and plants as company day and night, youth is wasted and miserable.

(3) Going to the wilderness in the south, because the leaves have fallen, the wind in the cold zone is from the north Haoran.

A poem describing the ever-changing scenery-apes on both sides of the strait are crying and canoeing over ten thousand.

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There are two colors in the poem: black and white —— Han Dong's book The Story of the Spring and Autumn Annals: "Black and white are clear, and then people know where to go."

Allusion: "Nine Chapters of Chu Ci Huai Sha": "White thinks black, and when you go up, you think down."

There are red and green poems in the poem-(1) Hongyi is green, deep and quiet, in pairs, beautiful as a fairy. Green wax is still rolling in spring, and red makeup stays up all night. Hanging crimson sleeves on the railing, leaning against the stone to protect the smoke.

Time can easily throw people away, turning cherries into red and bananas into green.

There are yellow and white lines in the poem-Huang Yun, thousands of miles away, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.