Description is not a taste poem

Description is not a poem about taste

Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

It is the sorrow of separation that keeps cutting and making things chaotic. , don’t have a feeling in my heart.

The journey is long and the soul is in pain, and it is difficult for the dream soul to reach Guanshan (Li Bai, Tang Dynasty)

Hatred is not as good as the tide of faith, and the beginning of lovesickness Feeling that the sea is not deep (Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty) Poems describing the taste

Traveling on the Royal Street (Fan Zhongyan)

Falling leaves are fragrant, the night is silent, and the cold sound is broken. The pearl curtain rolls up and the jade building is empty, the sky is pale and the Milky Way hangs down to the ground. Every year and tonight, the moon shines brightly, and people are thousands of miles long.

There is no reason for me to get drunk when my heart is broken. Before the wine arrives, I burst into tears. The lamp is turned off and the pillow is lit, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone. Everyone came to this matter, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and there was no way to avoid it.

Nian Nujiao (Li Qingzhao)

In the deserted courtyard, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed. Favoring willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather. The dangerous rhyme makes the poem complete. Holding your head up to wake up from the drunkenness, don't feel so dizzy. After the war is over, it’s hard to express all the worries.

It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean leisurely. The cold incense will dispel new dreams and sleep, and you can't afford to worry about others. The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, and it feels like a spring outing. The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today?

Anding Tower (Li Shangyin)

The hundred-foot tower in Gaocheng is far away, and Tingzhou is beyond the green poplar branches.

When Jia Sheng was young, he was exhausted and weeping, and Wang Can came to travel further in spring.

I will always remember the rivers and lakes and return to my white hair, and I want to return to the world and enter the boat.

I don’t know what it’s like to be a rotting rat, but I still suspect Wan Chu.

Happy Meeting (Li Yu)

Silently, I went up to the west building alone,

The moon is like a hook,

The lonely phoenix tree is locked deep in the courtyard Qingqiu. [1]

Constant cutting,

still chaotic,

is the sadness of separation, [2]

There is a different feeling in my heart . [3]

Xie Chichun (Li Zhiyi)

After the residual cold has passed, the rain has passed and the Qingming Festival has passed. The flower path is still red, and the wind and marsh are freshly wrinkled. Swallows pass through the courtyard, and flying catkins touch the sleeves. It's still late in the day when it's at its best, and it's so flavorful that it's as strong as wine.

Frequency shift brings eyes, nothing depends on disgust and thinness. When you don't see it, you think about it, but when you see it, you remain the same. How can we see each other so often, how can we stay together forever? Heaven is not old, people are not married, and this hatred is distributed to the willow in front of the court.

Li Shanren visits the boat (Bai Juyi)

At dusk, the boat is quiet, the smoke is rising and the water is sinking.

Why stay overnight? Night wine and Qiu Qin.

The visitor, Dao Menzi, is from Songgaocen.

The clouds are lifted up, and the lapels are opened.

The words of pride are broken, and the taste of entering the mystical world is profound.

Looking at each other in silence, feeling comfortable and forgetting the heart.

Pink lips (Chao Buzhi)

Tan mouth and starry eyes are as beautiful as peaches and plums, tender and gentle. According to my heart. Reluctant to abandon each other. Crying is afraid of people guessing, and laughing is tasteless. Heartbroken. Touch people's hearts. A word of caution.

A Hundred-Character Ballad/Nian Nujiao (Chen Dewu)

People and butterflies wake up to the thoughts of cherishing flowers first. The embroidered shoes are swept across the temples, looking up at the forest. Yesterday it was dark red, today it is light white, and the color is very dusk. I don't think he knows much about this taste. Asked about twenty-four winds, cold plums and crimson neem are always good. It must be seen that it has not opened and then withered, and how many fallen flowers have been turned upside down. Colors adorn the Sui Garden, deer roam the Tang Garden, and there is no basis for mourning or praying. Who sent this sound? I still hold the piano in my arms.

Ranshan (Cai Songnian)

Absolutely. The guests are so pregnant that they can't sleep, because they use the awe-inspiring rhyme to create this frosty forest full of sounds, which fills the human world in autumn. In the heart of the old mountain of Hakka, the west wind blows and the stream whistles sadly. Even after a long night on the thatched eaves, the rain still falls sparsely. Burning incense and sitting there, sleeping on the opposite bed, feels a bit leisurely. Fishing at the bottom of the canopy, killing the smoke-coated people at leisure. The old eyes are tired and colorful, and the official love and autumn light are like paper. Returning from a secluded home, the small building in Wuying is cold. Looking at the mountain eyes and the sound of the window opening, don’t let go and get drunk.

Drunken Penglai (Chao Duanli)

Suddenly I woke up from the drunkenness in the lonely house, my dream broke through the quiet window, and the weather was tender and cool. Unrestrained feelings, longing for home far away. A pillow of cool breeze and half-curtained moon, it is a boring feeling. Nanpu is far away, Dongyang is slow, and newcomers are haggard. Because of the memory of that time, there were wild flowers in the deep path, and the paintings surrounded the stream, and I was drunk with joy many times. The traces drifted, and we suddenly looked at each other thousands of miles away. The water is far away and the mountains are high, the geese are sinking and the fish are blocking the way, and it is difficult to send any message. The Yin Club is in decline, the drunkards are scattered, and there is no way to find it again.

Describe the sweet taste of Xi Shui

Sugar-coated haws is a popular snack among the people. It has become an indispensable item every time a grand festival is held. Every time there is a temple fair or Lantern Festival I will buy several bunches and play with them carefree while tasting its deliciousness. It is the most beautiful thing. From: Composition Collection The method of making candied haws is very simple. I heard my mother say that you need to use a knife to chop the hawthorn seeds first. Dig out the hawthorns, then use dry bamboo skewers to string them together one by one. Finally, apply the boiled syrup evenly on the hawthorns and let it dry for a few minutes until the sugar solidifies. Put it in a paper bag and make a bunch of sweet and delicious candied haws. It’s done. The shape and color of the candied haws are also very cute. Look! The big round hawthorns are covered with golden sugar-coated and strung on bamboo skewers. The bright red color and the slightly yellow sugar-coated look so festive. They look more like little red lanterns that have been hung up one by one, with a little bit of white light under the sunlight. No wonder they appear on many festive occasions. Eating candied haws is also very interesting. I always habitually Eat the sweet sugar coating on the outside, and then taste the sour taste of the hawthorn. Several times I tried to swallow one in one bite, and the taste was no less than savoring it. One bite, the sweet and sour taste will definitely make you intoxicated. I like to eat candied haws, because it not only tastes sweet, but more importantly, it is a symbol of auspiciousness and joy! Beautiful sentences describing the psychological description of the taste

The young man does not know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words.

Now that I know all the sorrow, I can’t stop talking. I wanted to give up, but I said it was a cool autumn. It's not a taste translated into English

feel bad

Dropping out of high school...it's not a taste

Dreams are beautiful but reality is cruel

Educational qualifications are the only thing What can be proved is that you have gone to high school

Everyone's success is different, so the path is also different

To be happy, to be happy

Maybe you are pursuing Things make you drop out of school, but you are still young. Come on. The poem describing the five mountains is not a poem, not a poem

Song of Mount Tai

[Southern Dynasties] Xie Lingyun

Tai Zong Xiu Weiyue , Cui Xi stabbed Yuntian.

The Qi'ai is so steep that it often moves when it touches the rocks.

Climb the altar of worship, descend to Zen and hide in awe.

Shi Wen He Ton Ai, Mingtang Secret Spirit Chapter.

Song of Mount Tai

[Jin] Xie Daoyun

The mountains in the east of Mount E are high, and their beauty reaches the sky.

The empty characters in the middle of the rock are lonely and mysterious.

If you are not a craftsman, you are not a craftsman. It is natural to be old.

What does the instrument look like? So I was asked to move again and again.

The word "death will last forever" can last for a long time.

Song of Mount Tai

[Jin] Lu Ji

Mount Tai is so high that it is so far away that it creates the heaven.

The sky is far away, and the clouds are thick and dark.

Liang’s father also had a pavilion, and there was also a pavilion in Haoli.

The quiet cens attracts thousands of ghosts, and the divine room gathers hundreds of spirits.

Long chants are heard on the side of Mount Tai, with impassioned voices.

Songs of Mount Tai (six poems)

[Tang Dynasty] Li Bai

In April, when I went to Mount Tai, the stone-level imperial road opened. Six dragons passed through ten thousand gorges, and the valleys followed them.

The horse tracks around the green peak are now covered with moss. The flowing water is flying and flowing, the water is rushing and the pine trees are mourning.

Looking to the north, you can see the strange peaks of Guangzhang, with the sloping cliffs crushing to the east. The cave door is closed with a stone fan, and thunder is stirred up from the ground.

Climb high and look at Pengying, imagining the gold and silver platform. The sky gate roars loudly, and the breeze comes from thousands of miles away.

There are four or five jade girls, swaying nine cores. With a smile, you draw your bare hands and leave me the cup of flowing clouds.

I feel ashamed that I am not an immortal. In the vast and small universe, it is so leisurely to abandon this world.

Riding a white deer at dawn, straight up to Tianmen Mountain. I met a feathered man on the mountainside, with square pupils and good looks.

Munluo wanted to speak, but she concealed herself and went to pass. I left my bird trace book floating among the rocks.

The characters are from ancient times, so I have no time to read them. Feeling these three sighs, I have not returned them as a disciple.

Look at the sun in the bright light, raise your head to open and close the door, and your spirit will fly in all directions, as if you are out of heaven and earth.

The Yellow River comes from the west and flows gracefully into the distant mountains. Looking at the eight extremes from the cliff, my eyes will be free for as long as possible.

Occasionally, I am a young boy with green hair and two maids. Sigh that I learned to be a celestial being late, and my beauty was wasted.

Hesitating and suddenly disappearing, the vastness is hard to catch up with.

After three thousand days of fasting, he wrote the Sutra. I gain something from chanting, and the gods protect my form.

The clouds are as strong as the wind, and they are as crazy as a feather. Climb up the cliff to see the sun, and lean over the threshold to peer into the eastern sky.

The color of the sea moves to the distant mountains, and the rooster has already crowed first. The silver platform is reversed, and white waves turn over the long whale.

With the elixir in hand, he flew high to Peng Ying.

The day view tilts northeast, with two rocks sandwiched between two cliffs. The sea fell in front of me, and the sky turned green.

Thousands of peaks are competing to gather together, and thousands of valleys are extremely fierce. The crane ascends to immortality, leaving no trace in the clouds.

The long pine trees reach into Yunhan, and you can’t even look into the distance. The mountain flowers are different from the world, and the snow is white in May.

When you finally find peace, you can refine the jade liquid here.

Drink in the Queen Mother Pond in the morning, and throw yourself into the Tianmen Tower in the dark. I play the green qin alone, walking through the green mountains at night under the moonlight.

The mountains will be white tomorrow, and the pines will be quiet at night and the wind will rest. Immortals travel to Bifeng, singing and singing everywhere.

Listening to the quiet and entertaining Qinghui, the jade is really even green. Imagine the dancing luan and phoenix, swaying the dragon's clothes.

Picking melons all day long, I am in a trance and do not remember my return. He raised his hand to find out the shallowness and climbed onto the loom by mistake.

We will miss each other tomorrow morning, but we will fly away when we see five.

Looking at the Yue Du Fu

How did Dai Zongfu live in Qilu before he was young?

The bell god of good fortune shows that the yin and yang cut off the dusk

The clouds grow in the chest. Jue Canthus enters the returning bird

At the top of the mountain, you can see all the small mountains

Looking at the mountains Du Fu

Nanyue is equipped with a red bird as a gift from the Hundred Kings

The banyan prescription of Linghong Cave in the territory of the country

The rituals used by the state are fragrant in Defei

How lonely is the patrol and there is a risk of death

Traveling across Xiaoxiang in Jiwu Pass World Network

The thirsty sun comes out of the cliff next to the clear light of the Yangzhou boat

The five peaks of Zhurong are the highest and the lowest are low

The purple cover is not alone Looking at each other in the long war

I respectfully hear from Mrs. Wei that the crowd of immortals are soaring

Sometimes the energy of the five peaks disperses like flying frost

There is no time to repair the road due to the constraints. The staff is in high position

Returning and coveting my life, I take a bath in the jade hall

I sigh three times and ask the master of the palace to praise my emperor

The sacrifice of the jade endures the decay of the customs, and the gods are thinking of it.

Looking at the Mountains

The peaks of Xiyue Ridge at Xiyongchu are like children and grandchildren

The Immortal Ande leans on the nine-section staff to the jade girl's shampoo basin

The carriage enters the valley with no return, and there is a door that reaches the sky with arrows

After a while, the autumn wind cools down and I look for the white emperor to ask the true source. A composition describing the taste

"Here, drink a bottle Have a Coke!" Looking at the Coke in my colleague's hand, I nodded and took it, opened the bottle and took a sip. The bubbles burst in my tongue, and the vibrant crimson color of the Coke swayed in my heart. I listened to the bubbles and metal. The sound of the bottle wall colliding, and I immediately saw the fiery red notes turned into Coke before my eyes, spinning and jumping. I was deeply intoxicated. It seemed that I was recalling my good long jump result in the physical education class just now. Looking at the flowers blooming in front of me, Coke with a bright red smile, I also smiled stupidly, - the taste of Coke, the taste of happiness, the taste of youth, endless aftertaste.

The taste of hot soup

" Take a sip, this is the lunch appetizer soup that I got by going up mountains of swords, descending into seas of fire, and going through all kinds of hardships and hardships - tomato and egg soup!" I was amused by my friend, and looked at the slightest smile in front of me. The soup is thick and oily, and I really feel that this bowl of soup is like the sincerity of a friend, giving me warmth and motivation when I need it most. I picked up the bowl and took a sip, and I smelled the saltiness again. I didn't stop because of the astringent smell of tears. Instead, I drank a few big mouthfuls of the soup. I seemed to feel the soft soup helping my dry heart. I put down the soup, wiped away my tears, and said to my friend with a smile: "This beauty is fine and recovered." "Are you still beautiful? You lied and had a long nose!" Maybe the score on the chemistry test just now has become a setback that has been resolved in the face of this sincere friendship. That small setback will be eliminated by the heat. Soup and friendship healed, and I smiled with tears in my eyes - the taste of hot soup, the taste of touching, the endless aftertaste of youth.

The taste of milk

"Quick, while it's hot Drink, milk is very nutritious!" My mother said to me, half begging, half commanding, and I glanced at the description of the taste of the pale dumplings

Yo. So hot. Poems describing the Five Mountains! It’s poetry! Not a poem!

From the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance. --Mount Taishan

When returning from the Five Mountains, one does not look at the mountains; upon returning from Mount Huangshan, one does not look at the mountains. --Huangshan

Suddenly, the magic power was achieved, and it stood tall in the sky.

-Hua Shan Ge