Ask for some poems about Jing Yi.

Ask a few poems about "Jing Yi" for fresh sunshine,

Thoughts churn and pull comfortably.

Looking at the blue waves on the Yuan Ye,

The pleasant scenery is endless.

Be quiet, consider drunkenness and peace,

Lovely, broad-minded, ceramic.

Beautiful scenery, distant vision, soothing shadows,

Lure people to walk in colorful ways.

Ask for some poems about guarding. It's too cold this season.

I continue my loneliness.

With my little warmth

Keep my promise

And words don't understand my mind.

They just continue to be boring as usual.

There is no essence of a pen that makes my eyes shine.

But I can't abandon it.

I love these quiet little angels.

You can let me arrange it freely

I'm bored because I'm really not a craftsman.

Unable to build Qionglou Yuyu.

All I can do is stay in the cold.

Still rely on these broken words

Concentrate loneliness as much as possible.

As long as I'm not cold and old

Ask some poems about homesickness. About writing a Tibetan first seven-character poem "I love Jia Jingyi" ... Hongyan and I are bosom friends.

I miss Jia more and more.

Quiet Qingjiang River, full of moonlight,

Climbing stairs will make you beautiful.

On Health-keeping Poetry from the Poem Liu Zisong by Li Ji, a Juren Poet in Song Dynasty

You know what's wrong with life. You can rely on it when you are old. In spring, the scenery is only hidden, and the sick side holds the machine.

I don't know how to stay still and rest, but how can I fly with life? If you want to send Qin Qu to ask Li Xian, the end of the porch is the real home.

"Juren and Ji Yan's health prescription knocked on it, and it turned out that the stone was full of golden flowers." Song: Liu Zisong

The way of speaking is not Tianjin flavor, and the footsteps of escape are floating around, which makes people sigh. But I sent a letter to welcome Lao Tzu, and I didn't know Zheng Pu had a real person.

A little snow is beautiful, and a little golden flower means spring. It's hard to say that I'm tired, but I still have courage in my chest.

"Healthy" Modernity: Ma Yifu

Health preservation must be learning without life, and whoever is heartless is affectionate. High-quality skeleton is the same as civil engineering, and sage's ambition is clear.

In which year, I will see you at the head of a hundred herbs, and the lonely peak will go up all day. I don't know Naga's unchanging determination, but I don't know how to supplement Yougeng with Xiaoya.

"Life" Song: Lu You

Wu Ding ordered Fu Shuo to govern the country like a soup; Heaven also ordered Weng to be released to keep healthy.

Suppression is over-compensation, and auxiliary is appropriate. Chitose, you have your own, you don't have to be a teacher.

"Life" Song: Lu You

The country is still in decline, and its neighbors are in harmony. I'm worried about Yu Shu, and I'm afraid of the car dust at dusk. I dare not quit, for fear that I will be disabled.

Old people are like this, worrying about their health day and night, living in a dining room, fearing that they are precious, thinking less and letting go, and the disaster will be defeated.

Therefore, ancient masters often inculcate. If you don't die, you will get it, and if you come true, you will have no god.

"Life" Song: Lu You

I have been a beggar in my hometown for more than 30 years. Being a fox is not bad, but being fat and sweet is still light.

Advice is golden, and a red mouth can burn Wan Licheng. There was laughter in the humble alley, and the spectators were arrogant.

"Life" Song: Lu You

Journey to the west has always been a health book, and I like smoking at night. Two strands of divine light pass through the night gate, and a strand of fetal hair enters the morning comb.

It's more than enough to invite the cloud as a companion to return far away, and to encourage the crane together. Take care of the world's business and let the canal laugh for a thousand years.

Ask for some poems about the waning moon. Where to sober up tonight? There are few peaks and moons on the bank of Yangliu.

A bend in Leng Yue buried the soul of poetry.

Leng Yue Ning Hui,

Ask for a few poems about rice cakes: "There are flying stones and black peaks in the Qing Dynasty, which stick to rice cakes." The color is yellow as jade, the taste is greasy as fat, the oil powder is miserable, and the honey is quite fragrant, so as to give back to the neighborhood. Jin Ju and Furong are both cakes. "It can be seen that rice cakes are Manchu snacks at least in the Qing Dynasty.

The "rice meal" in Zagreb Notes is a cake food steamed with rice flour.

A poem by predecessors said: "The rice cake has a little meaning, as white as silver and as yellow as gold. I hope that when I get old, I will be profitable, and I sincerely hope that my wealth will come. "

Ask for some poems or words about snow and write some poems about snow.

Feng Furong Changqing

The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.

Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone in the cold snow.

Xueluoyin

It is said that the snow omen is a good year. What kind of good year will it be?

There is a poor man in Chang 'an, and I said there is no good snow.

Qinyuan Spring Snow * * *

Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.

Behold! Within and without the Great Wall, the boundless land is clad in white. And up and down the Yellow River, all the endless waves are lost to sight.

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.

There are so many beautiful women in this country,

Attract countless heroes to compete.

Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less * * *.

Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.

These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.

Xue hanyu

The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds.

Snow is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees.

A song "Bai Xuege" sent Tian Shuji Wu home (Tang)

The north wind swept the ground, the white grass was torn off, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.

The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.

In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

Meng Jiao soup

Yimen Snow is for the owner.

Yimen poor people sing snow, Yimen rich people drink. The sound of wine idles in the snow pin,

The sound of snow is strong and sad. Sorrow and joy come and go, and the spring breeze in Wan Li moves willows.

Songs of hunger and snow

Hunger pecks at night and pain wails at each other. Ice sausage has always been a knife, and there is no such thing as love.

Snow falls on the phoenix tree, and firewood falls on the sky. Know the nest of husband and wife, not rely on the owl kite.

Misfortune comes from the mouth, but fortunately, there are many new disputes. But seek what he has lost, but boast about it.

A gentleman also picked up the body, but not the name. Will fill the couple's nest and avoid merging with the owl kite.

Dawn is uneven because of hunger and heavy snow.

Song of late snow

Both the rich and the poor like snow and sunshine, and they are willing to go out. Seeing the fibers in the mirror sea, the ice sky floats.

Xianxing, every family sells dust. The child fingered the jade and sang the sacred dynasty.

There is an endless stream of gas, and there are few immortals. At first, Wang Zhi was lucky, but in the end, she doubted the different ceremonies.

The streets are clean and embarrassing. People are willing to look east, and Cuihua is still far west.

I'm worried about whether the sky is thin or thick. Worry leads to peace, so it is not as good as Yao.

There are unclear old words and hidden new words. Be a drinker and a singer.

It is difficult to choose the sound, and the sound is cut at the right time. Similarities and differences between China ancient prose and law before today.

I hope that in Yao Yan, I will play all the songs about depression.

snow

Suddenly it snowed too hard and flew in last night. In court, what is strict and white?

The handmaiden opened an account at dawn, and her limbs were frozen. If you can't swallow it, tell the story.

The official hasn't introduced it yet, and the family members are all ashes. I advise you not to laugh at snow and its poverty.

Will warm this disability and compete for a cup of sales. Raise your hand again and boast about your talents for the rest of your life.

Arguing irrationally, many new scissors. If you are a husband, you will suffer humiliation and thunder.

Books are gentlemen, avoiding suspicion.

Tang Dynasty

Singing the snow in early spring

The trees in Ju Mang Palace have been opened first, and Zhu Ruiqiong's flowers have been cut.

It's snowing in the forest tonight, and spring will come later.

Look at the snow

From the point of view that the bamboo tree is small, it is twice as cold as waking up from a hangover.

Is it gong, railing or jade railing hanging from the crane?

The snow stopped and it cleared up.

The elm leaves fall off during the day, and the cloud powder can't fly again.

The Kunyu Tower is densely covered with pearls and trees. Who receives the autumn curtain on a mid-month night? Adoption rate: 9.2% in 2009-1-1218: 40, staying in Furong Mountain Liu Changqing for every snowfall.

The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.

Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone in the cold snow.

Xueluoyin

It is said that the snow omen is a good year. What kind of good year will it be?

There is a poor man in Chang 'an, and I said there is no good snow.

Qinyuan Spring Snow * * *

Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.

Behold! Within and without the Great Wall, the boundless land is clad in white. And up and down the Yellow River, all the endless waves are lost to sight.

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.

There are so many beautiful women in this country,

Attract countless heroes to compete.

Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less * * *.

Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.

These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.

Xue hanyu

The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds.

Snow is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees.

A song "Bai Xuege" sent Tian Shuji Wu home (Tang)

The north wind swept the ground, the white grass was torn off, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.

The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.

In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

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Liutang Zongyuan

There are no birds in the mountains,

A thousand roads without footprints.

A boat, a bamboo cloak,

Fishing in a lonely boat

The scenery in the north is freezing for thousands of miles, and the snow in Wan Li is drifting. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, it is particularly enchanting.

"The painting hall rises in the morning and reports that it is snowing." Li Bai's Qing Ping Le.

"A boat, a bamboo cloak and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue" Liu Zongyuan.

"Snow comes in late spring, so it is a courtyard tree flying" Han Yu.

"The makeup is beautiful and the flowers are beautiful."

"The snow disappears at dusk, and the jade dust scatters the forest pond."

"I like the accumulation of doors and lanes, but unfortunately it will disappear."

"Jiangnan snow, light elements reduce clouds"

"Butterflies are embroidered with curtains first, and ten thousand women dance sleeves together." ...

"The snow in Nanshan and Beishan is sunny, and the moon is bright in Wan Li."

"Who cuts crops lightly, spring is all over the world, and water is all over the world"

"The house is waiting to be invaded, and the snow is full of lonely villages."

A lonely stranger, walking through the jagged white snow in the mountain at night.

"Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow down the Xuanyuan terrace", Li Bai's Popular North.

"The Yellow River can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow!"

"War cry update ghost, sorrow sing alone the old man. The clouds are low and the snow dance is empty. " Du Fu

"Qin Cheng dusk, full of snow royal state. Zhu Xi is a public servant who quits the DPRK in the snow. You have snow and wind, and you are rich but not hungry or cold. Camp is only the first, business is chasing you ... "

"It's snowy in Chang 'an, and birds are hard to find. "

"The spring breeze moves thousands of miles, and the elm trees block the snow."

"The snow in the north and south of the Yangtze River is long, and it is easy to know the cold from a distance."

"There are hundreds of waves in the sea, and thousands of miles of snow in the mountains."

"It's better to be a centurion when the snow is dark and the wind is full of miscellaneous drums."

The most poetic: just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees!

Ask a few poems about sunflowers, sunflowers in the sun, do you see sunflowers in the sun? Look at it. Instead of lowering its head, it turned its head back, as if to bite the rope held by the sun around its neck. Did you get a look at him? Did you see that sunflower with its head held high and glaring at the sun? Its head almost covers the sun. Even without the sun, it is still shining. Have you seen sunflowers? You should get close to it. If you get close to it, you will find that every time you catch one, the soil under its feet will definitely bleed. (2) Sunflowers-Sunflowers commemorating Van Gogh's rain. The sprayed petals are hidden in the rain for an inch, and the heart is hidden under four drops of water. Look at Van Gogh's dead sunflower. This is his lost ear. His head got stuck in the sunflower garden. In the middle of the sun, it has vertical light on the soil. Van Gogh, you are also a sunflower, and the new rain is as good as ever. Van Gogh spilled golden flames and blood, and put his hands in the four fields of sunflower. Van Gogh bled on the ground, just like the scorching sun burning in the sky and the rain burning on the water. Van Gogh was buried underground. On the ground, I felt it was Van Gogh: the puddle had dried up, and the sunflower was in full bloom, like a burning butterfly on a cobalt-blue earthen basin. Sunflower: the comeback of language is to pray for sunflowers. The flowers of civilians blindfolded me and burned like four closed wooden doors. Where are the unopened sunflowers? Sunflower, you make my earth so uneasy, like a mysterious star. There was a bright yellow fireball in the war, and the cage cover was tilted, which was unknown in the milk of the earth. Burned sunflower1987.12.12-16 (3) When the sun went down, the sunflower was covered with golden clouds. They were scorched by the dying call of the sun, and their edges were black and red, like sunflowers in an insane asylum. I walked back and forth in front of this sunflower, and the blank paper with no purpose was broken in my hand. These inquiring eyes raised their metal feet, trampled on the sound of longing for breaking, and shattered the suffocating clouds. At this moment, some cold snowflakes are needed to float down and stick to the hot heart, which will be covered with beautiful frost flowers like the glass windows in winter morning. At this time, I hope someone in the room had better just wake up, turn around quietly, forget the sunflower and forget the burning back of summer.

Write some poems about water. When the current folds rapidly, the source of the stream echoes like thunder.

The ship struggled so hard that it couldn't get on at a distance.