Only in the flute " folding willow" can imagine the spring, but in reality has never seen spring. The soldiers fought against the enemy in the golden drums during the day, and slept in the saddle in the evening.
I hope that the sword hanging around the waist, can quickly pacify the border, for the country. In May, in Tang Dynasty, Li He carved jade and put a curtain on his forehead, lightly smashing the empty door.
The well draws lead and water, and fans weave mandarin duck patterns. Back to the snow dance cool hall, the dew washes the green.
The sleeves are lingering, and the sweat is stained with precious millet. 3 watching mowing wheat Tang Bai Juyi Tian Jia is less idle, and people are twice as busy in May.
At night, the south wind rises and the wheat is covered with yellow. The mother-in-law is rich in food, and the child is full of pot pulp.
Go with Xiang Tian, and Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. It's full of rustic heat, and the back is burning with sunlight.
I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer. There is a poor woman again, holding her son beside her.
The right hand grasps the ear, and the left arm hangs the basket. Listening to his caring words is sad to hear.
The family lost all their taxes, so they picked up this to satisfy their hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in agriculture and mulberry.
Li Lu has three hundred stones, and he has surplus grain at the age of eight. I am ashamed to read this privately, and I can't forget it every day.
Modern Poetry May is a season of fire, and the sky is blue and beautiful. You and I met by chance without trace. The legendary years passed away. I will not keep you in the season of weeping in May. There is something strange in the sky. Everything is like crying. The girl's voice is crying. The years passed away. I will only have memories of May. The sky is full of your name and my heart. The bleak memories of May are engraved on the beach. Poems that love you and my name are engraved. In May, the white clouds took away your name. The poems that love you were washed away by the waves. I turned off the memory of you. Before the monarch left the county, he heard the harmony on the river early; When the monarch comes out, he is accurate, and the horse has been led by the red flag; Luo clothes on both sides of the strait smell fragrant, and silver hairpin shines like a frost blade; The drums beat three times and the red flag opened, and the two dragons jumped out of the water; Shadows and waves fly to Wan Jian, drums and waves sound like thunder; The drums are getting closer and closer, and the eyes of the two dragons are like an instant; The people on the slope were shocked by the thunder, and the rainbow on the pole was dizzy; The front boat won the bid for the water, and the rear boat lost momentum and waved. 6 Fisherman Ao Song Ouyang Xiu May Liu Hua is enchanting and baking.
Green poplars hang down with rain. Five-color new silk wrapped dumplings.
Gold plate delivery. Give birth to a fan and a double phoenix.
It is the time to bathe in orchids. Acorus calamus wine is beautiful and clear.
Huang Li in the leaves gets it once in a while. Yousong was so careless that he broke the dream of screen window.
7 Liu Hua Tang Hanyu Liu Hua shines brightly in May, and when you see a child between branches, you will see it. Pity that there are no chariots and horses here, and the moss is turned upside down.
2. Poetry about May In May, the pomegranate rained slightly, the lotus turned over, and the pomegranate bloom wanted to burn.
It is commonly known that the May of the lunar calendar is the pomegranate month, and the pomegranate flowers that bloom in May are as bright as red and have the brilliance of fire. Therefore, many women like to wear pomegranate flowers on the temples to add charm. The legend of pomegranate flower god is Zhong Kui, and May is the most popular season for diseases.
Therefore, Zhong Kui, the ghost king of folklore, became the main object of people's belief. Zhong Kui, who was very violent and upright before his death, vowed to rid the world of monsters after his death. Its fire-like character of hating evil is just like pomegranate's strong temperament of meeting the fire. Therefore, everyone regards Zhong Kui, who can exorcise evil spirits, as the flower god of pomegranate.
The music is based on the moonlit night. In the natural birdsong and gurgling water, the soft sheng music shines on the fiery pomegranate like moonlight, which is a little delicate and charming. Looking at pomegranate flowers on a moonlit night is a bit tender except for the heat.
The sound of May is shallow and low, a song is charming in May, and the sound of circulation passes through the coffee in West Street. First, this spring is in front of the flowers. I want to invite you to make a pot of coffee under the moon. I can't sit in my heart for a bitter night without sugar and creamer. I don't talk to each other much, but the music as light as feathers is always awake and slightly sweet. If it is not my uncontrollable dry cough in February and May, you should hide in the corner. Practice vocalization. You can't rap people's songs and throw others' eyes on the staff on the ground. The notes make the sky glow like dancing elves, and we are speechless. Third, we have nowhere to go. We can cook a pot of warm fragrance through music and poetry to quench our thirst. Only when we fall into the soil can we know how to hesitate to hold hands in the story. I just remembered the reason why I asked you to go to West Street for coffee in May. 4. I can't think of words warmer than warmth. Coffee has many flavors that can only be you. Your closed heart will be opened by flowers, and I will break the staff and tear off the notes to listen to the sound of May flowers. 5. Please sing a song paragraph by paragraph, swing into an echo, and then I will bury myself in the fragrance of coffee, close my eyes and listen, laugh without saying a word. In May, we will listen to each other in the coffee in West Street. In May, Sophora japonica blooms and makes jokes. In May, Sophora japonica blooms (new rhyme), Sophora japonica blooms, and the fragrance is blooming in May.
Teenagers hesitate to spend flowers, and often see bees coming in and out. In and out, in and out, how many degrees of sweet work? May is fascinating, meeting Gemini and meeting Sophora japonica all over the sky.
I always miss May inadvertently. There is no sunshine, no ice and snow, only a touch of love. Occasionally, I will feel anxious about my youth. I said that I am afraid that I am old, only my memory is still young, and I am as young as ten years ago, those fearless persistence.
I often meet in my dreams. On the big tree at the school gate, there are Sophora japonica flowers that I can't pick.
3. Find a prose poem entitled Mayflower Haha, I'll be the first to answer ~ ~ ~ ~
Your name is Sakura, a May flower.
You will climb through the May of life and shine in the summer with a bright smile.
You will make spring perfect by looking back and smiling.
You will find Xinger's sixteen-year-old flower season with burning branches.
You will come burning and then go to sleep burning.
You will burn the pear blossom that I see pale in my brow, and use the Zhu Shazhi that does not fall in your heart.
Your name is Sakura, a flower that is no longer in Meng Chun, and a new dress at the end of spring.
You cherish you, you love you.
Who knows the meaning of existence and loss better than you?
When spring wraps smiles with this last new dress.
You pack your footprints with this last new dress.
You bloom desperately until the green leaves of the tree are rooted in the immortal spring mud!
You, an angel like a flower, a golden suona singing the sunshine.
A Muse Standing on a Sophora japonica Tree
If I call you flowers, you will forget all your fears.
You will rise a beautiful flower in the afternoon, a fairy who never believes in fate.
You are a flower, a beautiful flower.
You are a fruit concluded in spring, the last sublimation of blossoming peaches and plums.
Spring, if you want to go, go,
You can hold her brilliance, her blush, her trembling youth.
But she can't stop her bitter pursuit of nothing.
4. Poetry about May In May, the pomegranate rained slightly, the lotus turned over, and the pomegranate bloom wanted to burn. It is commonly known that the May of the lunar calendar is the pomegranate month, and the pomegranate flowers that bloom in May are as bright as red and have the brilliance of fire. Therefore, many women like to wear pomegranate flowers on the temples to add charm.
The legend of pomegranate flower god is Zhong Kui, and May is the most popular season for diseases. Therefore, Zhong Kui, the ghost king of folklore, became the main object of people's belief. Zhong Kui, who was very violent and upright before his death, vowed to rid the world of monsters after his death. Its fire-like character of hating evil is just like pomegranate's strong temperament of meeting the fire. Therefore, everyone regards Zhong Kui, who can exorcise evil spirits, as the flower god of pomegranate.
The music is based on the moonlit night. In the natural birdsong and gurgling water, the soft sheng music shines on the fiery pomegranate like moonlight, which is a little delicate and charming. Looking at pomegranate flowers on a moonlit night is a bit tender except for the heat.
May's voice sings softly, a song of charm.
In May, the sound of circulation passed through the coffee in West Street.
One,
This spring is before the flowers, and I want to ask you out, under the moon.
Make a pot of coffee without sugar and cream.
There is no room for bitterness in my heart.
Sitting all night, not talking to each other much.
And the music as light as feathers
Always awake, slightly sweet.
Second,
May, if it weren't for my uncontrollable dry cough.
You should hide in the corner and practice speaking.
You can't rap people's songs
Throw other people's eyes on the ground
On the staff, the notes are like dancing elves.
Let the sky shine and be speechless.
Third,
We have nowhere to go, through music and poetry.
Boil a pot of warm fragrance to quench your thirst
The mind of a flower is only understood when it falls into the soil.
Hesitate in the story
Holding the warmth of hands, I remembered this May.
The reason for asking you to West Street for coffee.
Fourth,
I can't think of a word warmer than warmth.
Coffee has many flavors.
It can only be yourself.
Your closed heart should be opened by flowers.
And I break the staff and tear off the notes.
Listen to the sound of Mayflower.
Five,
Please sing a song.
Section by section, swinging into an echo, and then coming.
I buried myself in the fragrance of coffee.
Close your eyes and listen, laugh without saying a word
This May, soaked in coffee in West Street.
We listen to each other.
Note: West Street is the name of the coffee shop.
May Sophora japonica blooms as a joke, and May Sophora japonica blooms (new rhyme)
Sophora japonica, Sophora japonica, may is full of fragrant fog.
Teenagers hesitate to spend flowers, and often see bees coming in and out.
In and out, in and out, how many degrees of sweet work?
May is fascinating, meeting Gemini and meeting Sophora japonica all over the sky.
I always miss May inadvertently. There is no sunshine, no ice and snow, only a touch of love.
Occasionally, I will feel anxious about my youth. I said that I am afraid that I am old, only my memory is still young, and I am as young as ten years ago, those fearless persistence.
I often meet in my dreams. On the big tree at the school gate, there are Sophora japonica flowers that I can't pick.
5. The statement describing the weather in May is that the east rises and the west rains, and the Tao is ruthless but affectionate.
I want to get wet with clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and I don't feel cold in the willows.
At the beginning of the cloud, the sun sinks, and the rain is coming.
Wildfire cannot burn it out, and spring wind's blow can bring it back to life.
At night, the south wind rises and the wheat is covered with yellow.
Moving branches give birth to shadows, blowing flowers to send fragrance far away
Clouds want clothes, flowers, and capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold to show off China.
There is no spring breeze in life, and it is famous in Chu Shi's home in the mountains.
It is only said that flowers are not red for ten days, and this flower is not spring.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
I want to get wet with clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and I don't feel cold in the willows.
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle do not need to return.
Peach-trees and plum-trees blossomed, in the winds of spring, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains.
The sky is grey and wild, and the wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep.
Until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.
Chickens croak in Maodian Moon, and Banqiao Frost is deserted.
Clear frost drunk maple leaves, light moon hidden reed flowers
So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed. Could there have been a frost already?
I hear him in the cleansing brook, I hear him in the icy bells.
Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing for fire, worrying about sleep.
The lotus has no rain cover, and the chrysanthemum still has Ao Shuang branches
The ferry was covered with frost like snow, leaving the first mark on my green shoes.
Frost and strict clothes are broken, and fingers cannot be tied straight.