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Poetry describing color
1, Mahathir Bodhisattva Modern-Mao Zedong

Original text:

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is dancing with color training?

After the rain, the sun went down again and the mountains were blue.

When the fighting was urgent, the village wall was smashed by bullets.

Decorate this mountain, it looks better today.

There are seven colors of rainbows hanging in the sky, as if someone were dancing with colorful silk. After the shower, the sun of hope rose again, and the green mountains appeared and disappeared. There was a fierce battle here that year, and the bullet penetrated the wall of the village in front. The bullet marks left on the village wall in the past make the scenery here more beautiful.

2. "Singing Wild Goose" in the Early Tang Dynasty-Luo

Original text:

White swan, white swan, bend your neck and breathe fire into the sky.

White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.

Translation: "Goose! Goose! Goose! " Facing the blue sky, a flock of geese are singing with their necks bent. Snow-white feathers float on the green water, and the red soles of the feet paddle like boat oars.

3, "To Liu Jingwen" Northern Song Dynasty-Su Shi

Original text:

The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost.

Good years must be remembered, it is orange.

Lotus withered, even the lotus leaf holding the rain withered, only the flower branch that defeated chrysanthemum stood proudly in the frost. You must remember that the best scenery in a year is in the late autumn and early winter when oranges are golden and green.

4, "Thrushcross Birds" Northern Song Dynasty-Ouyang Xiu

Original text:

The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.

Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.

When I came to the Woods, I saw blackbirds flying freely on the branches full of red, purple and purple mountain flowers, and heard them singing happily with their hearts on the high and low treetops. I can't help feeling that if they are locked up, even in expensive birdcages, they won't sing such beautiful songs. Because freedom is the premise of a happy life. Birds are like this, aren't people like this?

5. Late Autumn in Chang 'an Tang Dynasty-Zhao Wei

Original text:

The clouds are sad and clear, and the Han Palace moves in high autumn.

When the stars are broken, the flute touches the ground.

Purple half-open fence is quiet, and red is full of lotus worries.

Beautiful perch, empty wearing a southern crown to learn Chu prisoners.

At dawn, the clouds climb and swim all over the sky, and the tower hall touches the sky. The stars are dotted with geese flying south, and I lean on the floor alone in the melodious flute. Colorful chrysanthemums are quietly spitting, and red-violet petals are worried. It's a pity that the bass can't go back when it's beautiful, and Dai Chuguan learns to count prisoners.