Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it. Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.
Poet: Mao Zedong Mao Zedong Poetry: Modern Poetry School: Ci
Snow – to the tune of Chin Yuan Chun
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum. The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height. It must be sunny, wrapped in red makeup, especially enchanting. This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees. Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent; the Tang Dynasty ...
Poet: Mao Zedong Mao Zedong Poetry: Modern Poetry School: Ci
Song Qing
The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight. You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting.
Poet: Yi Poetry Dynasty: Modern Poetry School: None.
Five-character poem well
The yard is square and surrounded by high walls. See the pebbles clearly, among the small fish. Drinking only the water from the well won't last long.
Poet: Mao Zedong Mao Zedong Poetry Dynasty: Modern Poetry School: None.
Picking mulberry seeds for Chongyang
Life is easy to get old, but it is hard to get old. Today is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant. The annual autumn wind is not as strong as spring. It's better than spring, and the frost in Wan Li is in the vast river.
Poet: Mao Zedong Mao Zedong Poetry: Modern Poetry School: Ci
Langtaosha Beidaihe
The heavy rain falls on you Yan, the white waves are sky-high, and the fishing boat is outside Qinhuangdao. We can't see a piece of Wang Yang, so who can we turn to for help? In the past 1000 years, Wei Wu waved a whip and left a legacy in the East. The bleak autumn wind is changing the world again today.
Poet: Mao Zedong Mao Zedong Poetry: Modern Poetry School: Ci
The wall of the fishing platform
If you don't take care of your body before you die, pretending to be crazy and selling stupidity will surely come true. I once flogged a famous horse because I was drunk, and I was afraid of being tired of beauty. There are disasters in the southeast, chickens crow and rain, and the sea is dusty. Sad songs and tears will eventually make up for it, and benevolent people have words, Qin Huang.
Poet: Yu Yu Dafu's Dafu Poetry Dynasty: Modern Poetry School: Seven Methods
Wandering in the south
Wuyi Thirty-six Xiongfeng and Qingxi Jiuqu are different. If you look at the scenery from a strange place, the West Lake will always be a small home.
Poet: Yu Yu Dafu's Poetic Dynasty: Modern Poetic School: Seven Wonders
Changsha Qinyuanchun
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island. You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom. Lonely, ask the vast world, who is in charge of ups and downs? I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years. Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; book ...
Poet: Mao Zedong Mao Zedong Poetry: Modern Poetry School: Ci
Mid-autumn slogan
Sanxiang Diao Dou times mournful, autumn moon everywhere. It is a kind of affection to pour a cup of affectionate wine to the guests at midnight. Every nostalgic rain is across the horizon, and there are still doubts about the sea. What is the lack of a circle? The river kept moaning.
Poet: Yu Yu Dafu's Dafu Poetry Dynasty: Modern Poetry School: Seven Methods