Han Yu

The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp,

The color of grass looks far away, but there is no grass up close.

The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is the best place to see smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Plucking Wei" The Book of Songs

Plucking Wei and Wei, Wei also stops. It's said to be returned, it's said to be returned, and the years are endless.

The reason for the extravagance of the house and the house is the reason of the 玁狁. Not to mention Qiju, because of the 玁狁.

Pick the weeds, and the weeds will stop softly. When I say return, I say return, and my heart also stops worrying.

Worry is intense, hunger and thirst are present. Our garrison has not yet been decided, and the extravagant envoys have returned.

If you pick weeds, they will just stop. It is said to be returned, and it is said to be returned, and the year is also the end of Yang.

The king's affairs are extensive, and there is no need to leave the office. Worried and guilty, I can’t do it!

Where is Bill? The beauty of Wei Chang. Where is Belus? A gentleman's car.

Driving military chariots and doing four things. How dare you settle down? Three wins in January.

Driving the other four horses, the four horses raced. Gentlemen rely on them, villains rely on them.

The four male wings resemble fish-killing suits. Isn’t it a daily precept? Acanthus acanthus!

I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing.

Yan Shu's "Implication"

The incense carriages on the oil wall no longer meet,

The clouds in the gorge leave no trace in the west and east.

The moon is melting in the pear blossom courtyard,

There is a gentle breeze in the catkin pond.

After a few days of loneliness and drinking,

I was desolate and banned from smoking.

Why do you want to send the fish book?

Shuiyuanshan has the same strengths

According to "Shishuo Xinyu", all Xie An's family can write poems One day when it snowed heavily, Xie An first chanted, "What does the white snow look like?" His nephew Xie Lang then chanted, "Sprinkle salt and the difference in the air can be made." His niece Xie Daoyun finally chanted, "It's not like catkins caused by the wind." "Start." This story became a good story at the time, and it is also a good story today.

It means: The white snow is like catkins blowing in the wind

Two poems of Qilu·Send off the God of Plague

Read the People's Daily on June 30, Schistosomiasis has been eliminated in Yujiang County. I can't sleep at night with my thoughts.

Thinking about it. The breeze is dawning, the rising sun is facing the window, looking at the south sky, happily

life.

Lucid waters and green mountains are in vain, Hua Tuo is helpless, what a little insect!

Thousands of villages are left with dead people, and tens of thousands of households are deserted and ghosts are singing.

Sit on the ground and travel eighty thousand miles a day, survey the sky and see a thousand rivers in the distance.

The Cowherd wanted to ask about the plague god, but the joys and sorrows were all gone.

Thousands of willows bloom in the spring breeze, and the 600 million divine states are all filled with Shun and Yao.

The red rain turns into waves at will, and the green mountains turn into bridges intentionally.

The five ridges in the sky are covered with silver hoes, and the earth is shaken by the iron arms of three rivers.

May I ask where King Wen wants to go? The paper boat is burning with candles shining in the sky.