One-week weather forecast of inaction

Every student should form the good habit of listening carefully in class.

On the calm river, there is a ship sailing against the wind.

Reading more good books can enrich our knowledge (improve our quality)

The students of the meteorological team listen to and record the weather forecast of the day every morning.

A patriotic life has never died since ancient times.

Farewell, however, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor.

The Peach Blossom Pond of Friendship is deeper than thousands of feet's gift from Wang Lun.

The mountains and rivers that write the scenery are suspicious and the future is uncertain.

I'm not afraid to leave my innocence in the world.

Homesick wine, a glass of hometown Wan Li, Ran Yan did not return.

Xin Qiji

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

The village has low eaves and green grass by the stream. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?

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 playing hooligans and peeling lotus flowers at the head of the stream best.

Touch the fish

Xin Qiji

More will disappear, a few storms, and then rush back in spring. Cherish spring and hate early flowers, not to mention countless red flowers. Live in spring! Seeing that Tianya lost his way, he complained that Chun was speechless. It's just diligent, and it's doing everything in Yogyakarta.

Nagato, quasi-quasi-rituals and mistakes. Moth eyebrows used to be enviable. A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift, but who complains about this situation? You don't dance, you don't watch, Yuhuan Yan Fei is dusty. Leisure is the hardest. Don't lean on the dangerous building, the sunset is there, and the flowers are bright. (on behalf of personal preference)

Li Qingzhao

Like a dream, it rained last night and the wind suddenly blew, Li Qingzhao.

The rain stopped suddenly last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. I asked the shutter man, but he said, "Haitang is still there." You know what? You know what? Red should wither and green must grow?

Dianjiangchun

Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even the sky is failing, and the road is broken.

(Give it to me. I have studied it for a long time ~)