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Chinese Volume 1:

Thinking about geese and farmers at night

Tang Luobin Tang Wang Shen Li Tang Li Bai

Goose, goose, goose, weeding at noon, my bed feet are shining brightly,

This music is like a song of the sky. Sweat dripped on the ground. Is there frost already? .

White hair catches green water, but Chinese food, looking up, I found it was moonlight.

The red palm clears the waves. Every single grain is the fruit of hard work. I sank again and suddenly remembered home.

Chinese volume 2:

Cao Hang is staying at Lusu.

Tang Bai Juyi Tang Meng Haoran Tang Li Bai Tang Wang Zhihuan

The boundless grass is on the plain. I woke up happily in this spring morning, knowing nothing about the moon and being close to the mountains during the day.

As each season comes and goes. Birds are singing everywhere around me. Call it a white jade plate. The ocean drained the golden river.

Wildfire never completely devoured them, but now I remember that night, that storm, Yaotaijing, but you expanded your vision by 300 miles.

They have grown taller in the spring breeze. I wonder how many flowers have been broken. Fly at the end of Qingyun. Walk up a flight of stairs.

A note for the absent.

Tangjiadao

When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs." However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .

Chinese volume 3:

Bennong (2) Silkworm girl spent the night at Meihua Temple in Jiang Xue.

An Shi of Tangbai General Hospital

I planted a millet in spring and went to town yesterday. This dangerous building is 100 feet high. Among all the birds in the mountains, there are a few plums in the corner.

Ten thousand seeds were harvested in autumn. I came back with tears on my face. Hands can pick stars. A thousand roads without footprints. Ling cold drives alone.

There are no idle fields in the four seas, and those who cover up in Luo Qi dare not speak loudly. A boat, a bamboo cloak, it is not snow in the distance.

Farmers still starve to death. Not a silkworm raiser. Afraid of shocking the world. An old man was fishing in the cold river snow. Only Dimfragrance came.

Chinese book 4:

Xiao chi Yong Liu Cun ju

Wanli Tang and Zhang Zhi in Songyang are lofty and lofty.

Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, jasper is dressed as a tree, grass grows and warblers fly in February,

The shade shines on the water, and it loves sunny and soft. Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down. The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.

Xiao-he is just showing his horns, and I don't know who cut the green leaves, so the children come home early from school.

Dragonflies have long stood on it. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.

Chinese book 5:

Looking for flowers and chrysanthemums by the river, climbing Feilai Peak and fishing in Chailu River.

Tang Dou Tang Fu Yuan Zhen Wang Songan Shiwangtang Wei Song Fan Zhongyan

The girl with yellow silk is full of flowers, and the bushes in autumn fly to Chihiro Pagoda in the mountains like Taoist priests. There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and people come and go on the river.

Thousands of flowers bent the branches. It is said that the cock crow is rising day by day. However, I think I heard a voice. But I like perch beauty.

Butterflies are flying all the time, because flowers prefer chrysanthemums and are not afraid of clouds covering their eyes. In the sunshine, they walk into a small forest and watch a boat.

At ease, the eagle is singing. This flower is even more flowerless I am at the highest peak. Reflected from the green moss to me. In the storm.

Every snowy day, the owner of Furong Mountain will live in Yuanri.

Tang, Liu Changqing and An Shi

The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor. The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.

Chai Men heard dogs barking and came home at night. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.

Chinese book 6:

Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Children Fishing Alone Sitting in Jingting Mountain, Sleeping at Sanqu Road, Jiande River.

Song, Fan Chengda, Tang, Song, Tang, Li Bai, Tang, Meng Haoran.

During the day, the land is cultivated, and at night it is hemp. Hairy children learn to catch silk, plum blossoms are yellow, and birds fly high. When my boat moves in the fog,

The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs. Sit by the raspberry moss. The stream dries up, but it swims in the mountains. Lonely clouds go to leisure alone. As the sun fades, old memories begin.

Children and grandchildren are not ploughing and weaving, passers-by ask for advice and wave, and the shade is not diminished, and they are never tired of looking at each other. How wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven,

And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees. Frightened fish should not be surprised. Add oriole four or five times. Only Jingting Mountain. How clear the moon is on the water! .

See the boat night book to send Yuan Ershi to Anxi.

Wang Wei, a Tea Tang Dynasty person in Qing Dynasty

When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely. The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf

Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars. I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.

Chinese book 7:

The quatrains were delivered early. Baidicheng is located in Xixi of Wanglushan Waterfall in Chuzhou.

Tang Dou Li Futang Bai Tang Wei Wu Ying Tang Li Bai

Two orioles sing green willows, bid farewell to the colorful clouds in Bai Di, live alone by the grass stream, and the incense burner in Rizhao produces purple smoke.

A line of egrets rose into the sky. Thousands of miles in Jiangling, one day. There is an oriole singing in the tree. Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of Sichuan.

The window contains snow in Xiling, apes on both sides of the strait are crying endlessly, and the spring tide brings rain late and urgent, flying down thousands of feet.

Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship. The canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man. Wild crossing, no boat crossing. It's been nine days since I suspected that the Milky Way had set.

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

Tang Dou Tom Wang Wei

Away from the cold mountain, the stone path is oblique, and I am a stranger in a foreign land.

During the festival, people see white clouds floating in every household.

Stop and sit in Fenglin until you know where my brother climbed.

The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February, and there is one person missing from the dogwood.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

Song Xin qi Ji

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with 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:

Hui Chong Chunjiang Evening Scenery Jiangnan Spring Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous

Song Sushi Tang Dou Musong Rice Chengda

Peach blossoms are three or two outside the bamboo, thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and plums are golden and apricots are fat.

Spring river plumbing duck prophet. Flag wind of Shuicunshan fruit wine. The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin.

Artemisia selengensis is covered with short reeds. There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and no one ever fell on the long fence.

It is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck. How many towers of smoke and rain Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly.

well

Song Qingzhao

I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. 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.

Give Wang Lun and Yellow Crane Tower a farewell to Meng Haoran on his way home from Yangzhou.

Tang Li Bai Tang Li Bai Tang and Zhang Zhi

Li Bai was about to leave by boat, so he left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west and his home when he was young.

Suddenly I heard singing on the shore. Fireworks fell in Yangzhou in March. The local accent has not changed.

Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, and the sail is far away, and the sky is exhausted. Children don't know each other.

Not as good as Wang Lun! Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. Smile and ask the guest where he is from.

Chinese book 9:

Looking at Tianmen Mountain, see Xilin Wall Night Book.

Li Tang Bai Song Su Song Shi Ye Shaoweng

Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River. Looking horizontally, the ridge side became a peak, and the rustling leaves made a cold sound.

Higashi Shimizu flow by this time. The distance is different. The autumn wind moves passengers on the river.

The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I know that there are children who gather and promote weaving.

Lonely sails come from the sun. Just because I'm in this mountain. At night, the fence will light up.

One night-Damu Jiangyin, who was parked near Fengqiao Biedong, finally forgot the snow in the south.

Zhang Tang Gao Bai Juyi Tang Zuyong

On a frosty night, thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sunset spreads in the water to see how Mount Zhongnan soars.

Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire. The north wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow one after another. Half the river rustles and half the river is red. The white top is covered with floating clouds.

In Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead. On the third night of September, a warm sky appeared on the snow line.

The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship. Everyone in the world doesn't know you. Dewdrops are like pearls, and the moon is like a bow. And the towns in the valley are getting colder and colder.

Chinese book 10:

Dreamed of the south bank

Tang Bai Juyi

The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Yugezi

Tang Zhang He Zhi

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

It's not worth drinking in the park. After the rain, Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang.

Ye song Shao Weng song sushi song yang wan Li

Poor moss is good, and the water is bright and sunny. After all, the West Lake is in the middle of June.

Small mouth firewood flies for a long time. The mountain is empty and the rain is strange. The scenery is different from the four seasons.

Spring garden can't be closed. It's greener than West Lake and Lotus Leaf.

An almond came out of the wall. Light makeup is always appropriate. Lotus is bright red.

Endless desire

Qingnalanxingde

Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. I want to go to Guan Yu. Night light. When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. There is no such sound in my hometown.

Xijiang month

Middle section of Huangsha Road at night

Song Xin qi Ji

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

Chinese volume 1 1:

Momei bamboo stone lime mooring boat Guazhou

Willing to Wang Anshi

The trees near my home in Xiyan Lake insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the mountains are tempered. Guazhou in Jingkou is a water room.

Flowers bloom and fade with ink marks. The roots were originally in the broken rocks. When the fire started, it was idle. Zhongshan is separated by only a few mountains.

Don't be praised for its good color. It's still strong after hard work, and it's not afraid of death. Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan.

Just keep it fresh and full of Kun. East, west, north and south winds. Leave your innocence in the world. When will the bright moon shine on me?

Wanderers sing the long March

Tang Mengjiao Mao Zedong

The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.

Make clothes for her wayward son. Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.

In her meticulous mending and thorough mending, Jinsha River is warm with clouds and cliffs, while Dadu River is cold with iron bars.

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. I'm glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.

But how much love does an inch of grass have,

Make three spring scenery.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Mouth wall in the west of Shujiang River

Song Xin qi Ji

How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains. Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains.

Chinese book 12:

Bu operator

Plum blossom ode

Mao Zedong 196 1 year 65438+ February.

Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it. Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.

Bu operator

Yongmei Song Lu, you

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Dabaidi

Mao Zedong 1933 Summer

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is dancing with color training? After the rain, the sun went down again and the mountains were blue. When the fighting was urgent, the village wall was smashed by bullets. Decorate this mountain, it looks better today.

It shows that the banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army.

Du Fu in Song, Lu and Tang Dynasties

When you die, everything is empty, the news of this distant west station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.

But I'm sad to see Kyushu. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.

Julian Waghann Beiding Zhongyuan Japan, loudly singing my songs, deeply drinking my wine, and starting my home in the green spring.

Family sacrifices will not be forgotten. Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .

Seven-step poem of long song line

The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun. Cao Zhi in Tang Dynasty and Wang Changling Three Kingdoms Period

Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. In the month of Qin Dynasty, Hu Han cooked beans as soup, fermented beans as juice, and kept them under the kettle.

I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. The Long March hasn't come back yet. But the beans are crying in the kettle. Born from the same root, why are you speculating with each other?

A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west? But why rush to let Longcheng fly?

A lazy youth, a lousy age. Don't teach Huma to climb the Yinshan Mountain.