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Every grain is hard.

Thinking on a quiet night

Tang Libai

so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed,

could there have been a frost already?.

lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight,

sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

Chinese Volume II:

Grass

Tang Baijuyi

boundless grasses over the plain,

come and go with every season. <

they are tall once more in the spring wind.

Chun Xiao

Tang Meng Haoran

I awake light-hearted this morning of spring,

everywhere round me the singing of birds.

but now I remember the night, the storm,

and I wonder how many blossoms were broken.

Gulang travels on the moon

Tang Li Bai

is ignorant of the moon, and

is called Bai Yupan.

Also suspected of Yao Tai.

Flying at the end of Qingyun Mountain.

at heron lodge

Tang Wang Zhihuan

It's near the mountain in the daytime,

and oceans drain the golden river.

but you widen your view three hundred miles,

by going up one flight of stairs.

a note left for an absent ecluse

Tang Jia Dao

when I questioned your pupil, under a pine-tree,

Yan Shi went to collect herbs.

Only in this mountain.

how can I tell, through all these clouds?.

Chinese Book III:

Kindness for farmers (II)

Tang Li Shen

Sow a millet in spring, and

Harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn.

There are no idle fields in the four seas,

Farmers still starve to death.

Silkworm wife

Song Zhangyu

Yesterday.

Not a sericulture man.

Sleeping in the Mountain Temple

Tang Libai

The dangerous building is 1 feet high,

You can pick the stars with your hands.

You dare not speak loudly,

You are afraid of shocking people.

Jiang Xue

Tang Liuzongyuan

a hundred mountains and no bird,

a thousand paths without a footprint. < p

an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.

Plum Blossoms

Song Anshi

There are several plums in the corner, and

Cold Ling blooms alone.

It is not snow that comes from afar, but only faint fragrance.

Book IV of Chinese:

Xiaochi

Song Yang Wanli

The spring is silent and precious.

The green shade shines on the water, and it loves to be sunny and soft.

Xiao He only shows his sharp horns, and

Dragonflies have stood on his head long ago.

Singing willow

He Zhizhang in Tang Dynasty

Jasper is dressed as a tree, and

ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.

I don't know who cut the green leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors. <

The willow trees on the beach are drunk with spring smoke.

Children come back early from school,

They are busy flying paper kites in the east wind.

Book 5 of Chinese:

Looking for flowers by the river

Tang Du Fu

Huang Si's mother's family is full of flowers,

Thousands of flowers are pressing the branches low.

The butterflies are dancing all the time.

The charming eagle is chirping.

Chrysanthemum

Tang Yuanzhen

Autumn bushes are like Taoists,

It's getting more and more inclined around the edge.

It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers,

this flower is even more barren.

Climb Feilai Peak

Song Anshi <

It is said that the cock crows and the sun rises.

Not afraid of floating clouds,

I am at the highest peak.

Lu Chai

Tang Wangwei

there seems to be no one on the empty mountain,

and yet I think I hear a voice.

where sunlight, entering a grove,

shines back to me from the green moss.

Fisherman on the river

Song Fan Zhongyan <

But I love the beauty of perch.

You can see a leaf boat,

It's in a storm.

The owner of Furong Mountain, Tang Liu Changqing,

It's far away at dusk,

It's cold and the white house is poor.

Chai Men smells dogs barking,

It's stormy and returns home at night.

January <

Spring breeze brings warmth to Tu Su.

Every family always changes the new peach for the old one.

Book 6 of Chinese:

The four seasons are full of pastoral excitement

Song and Fan Chengda

The children in the village are in charge at night,

The children in the village are in charge of their own affairs.

The children and grandchildren have not been released for farming.

also learn to plant melons by mulberry shade.

Children fish

Tang Huling

A young boy with a hairy head learns to bow the silk, and

Sitting on the side of the raspberry moss reflects his body.

Passers-by ask for advice and wave from afar,

People should not be frightened by the fish.

In the middle of the three roads,

There was a time when the plum was yellow.

The brook is full of flowers, but it travels on the mountain.

The green shade does not reduce the road when it comes,

It adds four or five sounds of orioles.

Sitting alone on Jingting Mountain

Tang Libai

All the birds fly high,

Lonely clouds go alone for leisure.

Never tire of looking at each other,

Only Jingting Mountain. <

and daylight wanes, old memories begin.

how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven,

and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!.

What I saw in the boat night book

Fishing lights in the dark of the moon in Cha Shenxing,

A little firefly in the lonely light.

Slight wind and waves,

Scattered as a river star.

Send Yuan Er to Anxi

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The guest house is green and the willow is fresh in color.

I advise you to have a glass of wine,

There is no reason to go out to Yangguan in the west.

Book 7 of Chinese:

quatrains

Tang Du Fu

Two orioles sing green willows,

A line of egrets go up to the sky.

The window contains Xiling Qianqiu.

the Wan Li ship from Dongwu was berthed.

The early arrival of Baidi City

Tang Li Bai

paid tribute to Baidi's colorful clouds, and

Jiangling, a thousand miles away.

Apes on both sides of the strait sang endlessly, and

the canoe had passed Chung Shan Man.

at chuzhou on the western stream

Tang Wei Yingwu

was alone with the grass and streams.

There are orioles singing in the trees.

The spring tide brings rain late, and

There is no boat on the wild crossing.

Looking at Lushan Waterfall

Tang Libai

The incense burner in Rizhao produces purple smoke,

Looking at the waterfall hanging in Qianchuan from afar.

Flying straight down to thousands of feet,

It's suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days.

Mountain trip

Tang Dumu

The stone path on the far side of the cold mountain is oblique,

There are people in Bai Yunsheng.

Parking and sitting in love with Fenglin late,

Frosty leaves are red in February.

on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong

Tang Wangwei

is a stranger alone in a foreign land.

Every festive season, I miss my family more.

I know from afar where my brother climbs,

There is one less person in the dogwood.

Qingpingle

Song Xin Qiji

The eaves of the grass are low and small,

The grass is green on the stream.

When I am drunk, my voice is charming, and

Who has white hair?.

Middle-aged children are knitting chicken coops.

They like scoundrels most, and

They lie on the stream and peel off the lotus.

Chinese Volume 8:

The evening scene of Hui Chong's Chunjiang River

Song Sushi

There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo,

Duck Prophet who warms the water in Chunjiang River.

Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground.

It's the time when the puffer fish want to go up.

Jiangnanchun

Tang Dumu

Thousands of miles of birds are singing green and reflecting red, and

Shuicun Mountain is full of wine and flags.

Four hundred and eighty temples in the southern dynasties,

How many towers and terraces are misty and rainy.

Four seasons of idyllic activities

Song Fan Chengda

Plums are golden and apricots.

The wheat flowers are snow-white and the cauliflower is rare.

No one has ever fallen on the long fence,

Only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

It's like a dream.

Song Qingzhao

often remembers the sunset in the Xiting,

he is drunk and doesn't know his way home.

He is happy to return to the boat in the evening, and

he strays into the depths of lotus flowers. <

I woke up to a pool of gulls and herons.

I gave it to Wang Lun

Tang Li Bai

Li Bai was about to leave by boat,

suddenly I heard the singing on the shore.

The peach blossom pool is deep in thousands of feet,

It's not as good as Wang Lun's!

Yellow Crane Tower a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou

Tang Li Bai

An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west,

Fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

Lonely sails were far away and the sky was blue,

Only the Yangtze River flowed in the sky.

I wrote a letter to my hometown

Tang He Zhizhang

When he was young, he left home, and when he was old,

The local accent didn't change his sideburns.

Laugh and ask where the tourists come from.

Chinese Book IX:

Looking at Tianmen Mountain

Tang Li Bai

Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River,

Clear water flowed eastward to this place.

The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite,

A solitary sail is coming.

Title Xilin Wall

Song Sushi <

The distance is different.

I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain,

I only live in this mountain.

What I saw in the night book

The leaves of Ye Shaoweng in Song Dynasty

The sound of Xiao Xiaowu blowing cold,

The autumn wind moving on the river.

I know that there are children who pick and promote weaving.

A light shines on the fence at night.

a night-mooring near maple bridge

Tang Zhangji

frosty night,

Jiangfeng fishing and sleeping.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,

The midnight bell goes to the passenger ship.

Don Dong Da

Tang Gaoshi

A thousand miles of Huang Yun Daybreak.

There are many geese and snows blowing in the north wind.

Mochow has no bosom friend in the road ahead,

Everyone in the world knows the monarch.

Mujiang Yin

Tang Baijuyi

A setting sun is spreading in the water,

Half the river is rustling and half the river is red.

Poor third night in September,

The dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

Forget the snow in the south

Tang Zu Yong

see how Zhongnan Mountain soars,

with its white top over floating clouds.

and a warm sky opening at the snow-line,

while the town in the valley grows colder and colder

Book 1 of Chinese:

Remembering Jiangnan

Tang Baijuyi

Jiangnan is good,

The scenery is old.

fisherman's song

Zhang Zhihe in Tang Dynasty

Egrets flying in front of the Cisai Mountain,

Peach blossoms and flowing water, mandarin fish fertilizer.

Green bamboo hat,

Green coir,

There is no need to go home in the oblique wind and drizzle.

It's not worth visiting the park

Song Ye Shaoweng

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an almond comes out of the wall.

After drinking the rain in Chu Qing on the lake,

Song Sushi

The water is bright and sunny,

The mountains are empty and the rain is strange.

If you want to compare the West Lake with Xizi,

It is always appropriate to make light makeup and heavy makeup.

When you come out of Jingci Temple, you can send it to Linzifang.

The scenery is not the same as that at four o'clock.

The lotus leaves are infinitely bright in the next day, and the lotus flowers are red in the next day.

Sauvignon Blanc

Qingnalan Xingde

Mountain ride,

Water ride,

Walking towards Yuguan.

Night lights.

Wind.

I can't dream of breaking my hometown.

There is no such sound in my hometown.

Xijiangyue

In the Huangsha Road at night,

Song Xin-qiji

The bright moon surprises the magpies,

The breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night.

There is a good harvest in the rice flowers, and

Listen to frogs. <

It rained before the mountain at two or three o'clock.

In the old days, at the edge of the forest in Maodian Community,

I suddenly saw the road turning into a stream bridge.

Book 11 of Chinese:

Mo Mei

Yuan Wang Mian

The trees on the edge of my home in Xiyan Lake,

The flowers are blossoming with pale ink marks.

Don't be boasted of good colors.

Only the fresh air is left.

Bamboo stones

Clear Zheng Xie

Insist that the green hills are not relaxed,

Rooted in the broken rocks.

Hard work and perseverance,

Let the east, west, north and south wind blow.

Lime songs

Ming Yu Qian

Thousands of hammers hew out the deep mountains.

Keep your innocence in the world.

Berthing Guazhou

Song Anshi

Guazhou in Jingkou is a water room,

Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.

Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan,

When will the bright moon shine on me?

You Zi-yin

Tang Meng Jiao

the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother,

makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.

carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends,

dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.

but how much love has the inch-long grass,

reported three spring splendors.

Bodhisattva Man.