It's going to rain in the ant's nest.

cotton clouds, rain quickly.

the pagoda clouds in the morning and the rain pours in the afternoon.

walk in the sunset clouds, and the rain comes after midnight.

the sun is dizzy in the middle of the night, and it rains, while the moon is dizzy in the afternoon.

1 two-part allegorical saying (is it a simple two-part allegorical saying or a two-part allegorical saying describing the weather? ):

Puppet dances-has its own matchmaker

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west-saying that he has both sunny (affection) and sunny (affection).

Sima Yu Wenjun-Love at first sight

Ye Gong loves dragons-Fake love

Falling in love in movies-Fake love

Groaning without illness-Pretending

Confucius wears a suit-It's both earthy and foreign

Narcissus doesn't bloom-

How old are you to become sworn brothers by yourself?

What a big face.

Seven-year-old Ya has been looking at cows for eight years.

What a big face!

Five poems by Lu You:

there is still dust to marry the mirror, and it is impossible to make up by painting everything.

A Tong returned home from the middle of Fujian at the age of nine, which is quite mature.

Tong Zi has returned home at the age of nine, and he has been a teacher for two years.

when you grow up, try to make a name for yourself, but don't learn from your old age.

Mourning the North

Taihang Mountain is the ridge of the world, and the Yellow River flows out of Kunlun Mountain.

a mountain-like resort, with many ministers throughout the world.

Alas for sixty years, Zuo Yi has fallen into the dust.

ambitious as it is, you can't stretch it without teeth.

the old man is really good at righteousness, and the north looks sour and bitter.

why should you hold the yellow flag and go to Baima ferry?

chase after dogs and sheep, and the phoenix forest will be recruited.

try your best to spread the word, and don't call Wu nobody!

Mourning

The distance from Shang and Zhou dynasties is the longest, while Beimeng and Qi and Jin dynasties are competing for strength.

zhanghua's song and dance ended in gloom, and the clouds and dreams were old and wild.

The grass is like geese in the Forbidden City, but foxes are hidden when they steal through the barren graves.

Li Sao hates all her spirits, and tears will fill her face for a long time.

Mourning

It was early in October in Jingzhou, and it was really the same as getting off the Sakamoto wheel at the age of ten.

there is no need for a poor and strong man in heaven and earth, and the rivers and lakes have kept ministers from ancient times.

Drank the evening in the pavilion, and make a generous sad song.

If you want to hang zhanghua, there's no question. The ghost town frost makes Hazelnut wet.

Ai Ruzhang

The pheasant is famous for its embroidered feathers, and the clear spring can drink and the forest can live;

rice and sorghum are abandoned in the wild, although there are strange disasters and no steps.

It's raining late in the east village and west village, and Xiao Ai is far from the forest.

a sudden shock, although you know that regret can be avoided!

at the foot of the south mountain, the son of heaven in the Han family rode around in poverty day and night.

it's sad that a dog's teeth and talons die without hesitation.

five poems by du fu:

Wang yue

what a majestic sight of holy Mountain Tai!, vast greens stretch across Qi and Lu, the two lands high..

the Maker endowed all the mystic Nature grace here, and? a day at once into dawn and dusk comes by..

colorful clouds lave? my bosom free and easy, and the birds fly back and forth before my strained eye.,

once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky..

to Wei Ba Chu Shi

it is almost as hard for friends to meet, as for the morning and evening stars.

tonight then is a rare event, * * * This lamp is candlelight.

two men who were young not long ago, but now are turning grey at the temples.

to find that half our friends are dead, shocks us, burns our hearts with grief.

we little guessed it would be twenty years, before I could visit you again.

when I went away, you were still unmarried, but now these boys and girls in a row.

are very kind to their father's old friend, they ask me where I have been on my journey.

and then, when we have talked awhile, they bring and show me wines and dishes.

spring chives cut in the night-rain, and brown rice cooked freshly a special way.

my host proclaims it a festival, he urges me to drink ten cups.

but what ten cups could make me as drunk, as I always am with your love in my heart?.

tomorrow the mountains will separate us, after tomorrow-who can say?.

Beauty

who is lovelier than she?, yet she lives alone in an empty valley.

she tells me she came from a good family, which is humbled now into the dust.

when trouble arose in the Kuan district, her brothers and close kin were killed.

what use were their high offices, not even shielding their own lives?.

the world has but scorn for adversity, hope goes out, like the light of a candle.

her husband, with a vagrant heart, seeks a new face like a new piece of jade.

and when morning-glories furl at night, and mandarin-ducks lie side by side.

all he can see is the smile of the new love, while the old love weeps unheard!

the brook was pure in its mountain source, but away from the mountain its waters darken.

waiting for her maid to come from selling pearls, for straw to cover the roof again.

she picks a few flowers, no longer for her hair, and lets pine-needles fall through her fingers.

and, forgetting her thin silk sleeve and the cold, she leans in the sunset by a tall bamboo.

Dream of Li Bai, one of the two

there are sobs when death is the cause of parting, but life has its partings again and again.

from the poisonous damps of the southern river, you had sent me not one sign from your exile.

till you came to me last night in a dream, because I am always thinking of you.

yet out of the midmost mesh of your snare, how could you lift your wings and use them??

I wondered if it were really you, venturing so long a journey.

you came to me through the green of a forest, you disappeared by a shadowy fortress.

I woke, and the low moon's glimmer on a rafter, seemed to be your face, still floating in the air.

there were waters to cross, they were wild and tossing, if you fell, there were dragons and rivermonsters.

dream of two poems by Li Bai

this cloud, that has drifted all day through the sky, may, like a wanderer, never come back.

three nights now I have dreamed of you, as tender, intimate and real as though I were awake..

and then, abruptly rising to go, you told me the perils of adventure.

by river and lake-the storms, the wrecks, the fears that are borne on a little boat.

and, here in my doorway, you rubbed your white head, as if there were something puzzling you.

our capital teems with officious people, while you are alone and helpless and poor.

who says that the heavenly net never fails, it has brought you ill fortune, old as you are.

a thousand years' fame, ten thousand years' fame, what good, when you are dead and gone.

five poems by Li Bai:

I'm going to drink

I don't see how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven. Entering the ocean, never to return. Have you seen how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers? Though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow. Oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases. And never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon!. Heaven has endowed me with talents for eventual use. Spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back!. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, whet the appetite. And make me, of three hundred bowls, one long drink!. Master cen. Dan Qiusheng.

I'm going to drink

Don't stop. (You make a toast) let me sing you a song!. Let your ears attend!. What are bell and drum, rare dishes and treasure?. (Is it expensive to make Zhong Ding jade?) let me be forever drunk and never come to reason!. (unwilling to do it again) sober men of olden days and sages are forgotten. And only the great drinkers are famous for all time. Prince Chen paid at a banquet in the Palace of Perfection. Ten thousand coins for a cask of wine, with many a laugh and quip. Why say, my host, that your money is gone?. Go and buy wine and we'll drink it together!. Gallnut. A thousand golden qiu. Hand them to the boy to exchange for good wine. With you, you will be worried for ever.

three songs by it is hard to go

pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon. Jade plate Jane is ashamed and straightforward. I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink. I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain. I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry. It's going to be snowy in Taihang Mountain. (It's dark all over the mountain) I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook. (Bi Yi sits) but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun. It is hard to go. It is hard to go. There are many roads. Jin Anzai. I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves. And set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.

second

the way is broad like the blue sky. But no way out before my eye. I am ashamed to follow those who have no guts. Gambling on fighting cocks and dogs for pears and nuts. (A dog makes a pheasant) feng would go homeward way, having no fish to eat. Zhou did not think to bow to noblemen was meet. General Han was mocked in the market-place. The brilliant scholar Jia was banished in disgrace. Have you seen king of Yan in days gone by who venerated talents and built Terrace high? On which he offered gold to gifted men. And stooped low and swept the floor to welcome them?. (Section 1 is a waist) grateful, Ju Xin and Yue Yi came then and served him heart and soul, both full of stratagem. The King's bones were now buried. (A vine is rotten) who would sweep the floor of the Gold Terrace any more?. It is hard to go. Come back.

the third

don't wash your ears on hearing something you dislike. Nor die of hunger like famous hermits on the Pike!. Living without a fame among the motley crowd. Why should one be as lofty as the moon or cloud?. Of ancient talents who failed to retire. There's none but came to tragic ending after glory's won. The head of General Wu was hung o'er city gate. In the river was drowned the poet laureate. The highly talented scholar wished in vain. Minister Li regretted not to have retired (a great talent can do more than one job). To preserve his life to hear the cry of the crane. To hunt with falcon gray as he had long desired. Have you noticed that Hans Zhang in Wuzhong called Da Sheng? (Call it true) to go home to eat his perch with high glee?. Enjoy a cup of wine while you're alive!. Do not care if your fame will not survive!.

2 famous sayings:

Everything beautiful on the earth comes from the sun, and everything beautiful comes from people.

-Prishwin

Man is the center of everything and the axis of the world.

-Peigen

Gorgeous clothes are sewn by tailors, and official ranks and titles are formulated by the government office of the Ministry of Rites. Grade is just a symbol of money. And man is gold.

-Burns

Youth

Ah, youth! Youth! Perhaps the whole mystery of your beauty lies not in being able to do everything, but in wanting to do everything.

-turgenev

there is no loss as great as the loss of table spring.

-engler

Everything in his youth is a test.

-Stevenson

No one will feel that youth is fading away; But anyone will feel that youth is gone.

-little Seneca

Spring is a new season in nature, and the new season of life is only a lifetime of youth.

-Cicero

All the joys of life are the joys of creation: love, genius, and action-all come out by creating this fire.

-romain rolland

True happiness is internal, and it can only be found in the human mind.

-Bremer

The so-called inner happiness is the happiness one feels when living a sound, normal and harmonious life.

-romain rolland

Laughter is a sedative with no side effects.

-grasso

Optimism sees a hope in every disaster, while pessimism sees a disaster in every hope.

-proverb

Happiness is not inherently bad, but some happiness producers have brought many times more trouble than happiness.

-Epicurus

A man who can think is really a man with boundless strength.

-Balzac

People should have three minds, one born, one from books and one from life.

-Montaigne

thought-free spirit.

-Shakespeare

Without freedom of thought, there would be no science and no truth.

-Renan

Wise men are guided by reason, while ordinary people are guided by experience; And the beast is guided by intuition.

-Cicero

The most rare courage is the courage of thought.

-France