1. Poems about rice balls

1.

Don Wei Yingwu

is it raining on the river all the way to Chu?, the evening bell comes to us from Nanjing.

your wet sail drags and is loath to be going, and shadowy birds are flying slow.

we cannot see the deep ocean-gate, only the boughs at Pukou, newly dripping.

likewise, because of our great love, there are threads of water on our faces.

2.

Tang Wang Wei

Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.

I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yangguan for no reason.

3. To Wang Lun

Tang Li Bai

Li Bai was about to leave by boat when he suddenly heard the singing on the shore.

Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, which is not as good as Wang Lun's.

4,

Xue Yue's Reading Picture

Ming Xiaoyun has been reading from

thousands of sacred books, and he often feels that his heart is very spiritual.

Laughing wildly scares away the guests from all directions, and makes them go to Hushan in great anger.

I'm brave enough to sing a song about Wan Liqing.

Why do you travel alone? Expose the sky and lift the ground to comfort your life.

5.

Song Mayuan

Where to find good news in the end of the world, there is no heart in the world.

Ruthlessness is not necessarily a hero, so why should intimate friends take root together?

it takes a thousand miles to cry, and each person will be precious in the future.

Generosity has been a hero since ancient times, and you are willing to write about youth with your blood.

6. Song of Eternal Sorrow

Tang Bai Juyi

but as waters of Shu are always green and its mountains always blue, so changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days.

he stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast.

The sky turns back to Longyu, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away.

from the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?.

over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight., he would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep..

bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours, and the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn.

and the porcelain mandarin-ducks on the roof grow thick with morning frost, who is with * * *?

with the distance between life and death year after year, and yet no beloved spirit ever visited his dreams.

7. The Fairy of Queqiao

Song Qin Guan

Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread hatred, and silver and Han are far away.

when the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they win over countless people.

tenderness is like water, ritual is like a dream, and you can bear to take care of the magpie bridge and return home.

if a relationship lasts for a long time, it's not the same day and night.

7. People in Other States

Don Bai Juyi

aged person covered the road, and the kettle was full of farewell banquets.

Gan Tang had no trees, so he was in tears.

taxes are heavy on poor households, and farmers are hungry for dry land.

Only one lake is left to save you from the evil year.

8. Grass

Tang Bai Juyi

boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season.

wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind.

sweet they press on the old high-road, and reach the crumbling city-gate.

o Prince of Friends, you are gone again, I hear them sighing after you.

9. Nanpu Bie

Tang Bai Juyi

Nanpu is sad and farewell, and the west wind is blowing in autumn.

once you see a broken intestine, you can't go back.

1, "Green Gate Willow"

Tang Bai Juyi

Qingqing is a sad tree, and several people have been separated from hate.

send more farewells for the near Doumen, and all the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze.

11. a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home

Don Cen Can

the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.

is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.

bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, everyone is cold in his armor.

the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed.

but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.

till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.

we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.

and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.

12. Send someone to visit Lingnan

Don Dai Shulun

Don't visit Huayang Wan Li. The scenery near the south is never autumn.

Red, fragrant and green bamboo shoots are the way to go, even if there is a crying ape, it is quiet.

13.

Tang Du Fu

Seeing Lao Lai's clothes at war, he sighed that everything was wrong in the world.

I have no home to find my sister-in-law. Where will you visit the court today?

The quiet beach in Huangniu Gorge turns, and the cold trees in Baima River are sparsely shaded.

We should make every effort in this parting, and I'm afraid my hometown will not return together.

14.

Don Gao Shi

It's a thousand miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow.

Mochow has no bosom friend before her, and everyone in the world knows you. 2. Poems about rice balls

1. Dont Wei Yingwu is it raining on the river all the way to Chu?, the evening bell comes to us from Nanjing.

your wet sail drags and is loath to be going, and shadowy birds are flying slow. The Yangtze river flows into the far reaches of the Yangtze river, and the trees are full of rain.

likewise, because of our great love, there are threads of water on our faces. 2, "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi" Tang Wang Wei Weicheng is raining and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.

I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yangguan for no reason. 3, "Gift to Wang Lun" Tang Li Bai Li Bai will take a boat and suddenly smell the singing on the shore.

Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, which is not as good as Wang Lun's. 4, "Xueyue Reading Map" Ming Xiaoyun from the holy book ten thousand volumes, often feel that the heart is very spiritual.

Laughing wildly scares away the guests from all directions, and makes them go to Hushan in great anger. I'm not afraid of fighting bloody battles. I sing a song of Wan Liqing, and I'm traveling alone. Expose the sky and lift the ground to comfort your life.

5. "Fishing Alone in the Cold River" Song Mayuan Where to find good news, the world road is boundless and unintentional. Ruthlessness may not be a true hero, so why should intimate friends take root together? Cry a thousand miles, and you will cherish each other in the future.

Generosity has been a hero since ancient times, and you are willing to write about youth with your blood. 6, "Song of Eternal Sorrow" Tang Bai Juyi but as waters of Shu are always green and its mountains always blue, so changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days.

he stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast. The day turns back to Long Yu, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away.

from the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?. Over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight., he would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep..

bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours, and the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn. And the porcelain mandarin-ducks on the roof grow thick with morning frost, jade is cold, who is with * * *? With the distance between life and death year after year, and yet no beloved spirit ever visited his dreams.

7, "The Fairy of the Que Bridge" Song and Qin Guan's subtle clouds are clever, flying stars spread hatred, and silver and Han are all dark. On the seventh day of the autumn dew in the autumn, the meet meet, more than the world of those who are together, but the appearance husband and wife.

tenderness is like water, ritual is like a dream, and you can bear to take care of the magpie bridge and return home. As long as the two love us to the end, why covet the Herren of me?

7, "People in Other States" Don Bai Juyi aged person blocked the way home, and the pot pulp was full of farewell banquets. Gan Tang had no trees, so he was in tears.

taxes are heavy on poor households, and farmers are hungry for dry land. Only leave a lake to save the year of disaster with you.

8, "Grass" Tang Bai Juyi boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season. Wildfire cannot burn it out, and spring wind's blow can bring it back to life.

sweet they press on the old high-road, and reach the crumbling city-gate. Once again, I sent my intimate friends, the thick grass represents my deep feeling.

9, "Nanpu Bie" Tang Bai Juyi Nanpu is sad and sad, and the west wind is curling in autumn. Look back at once, heart - broken, good to leave, do not look back.

1, "Qingmenliu" Tang Bai Juyi is a sad tree, and he once fell in love with several people. Send more farewells to the near Doumen, and the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze.

11. a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home Don Cen Can the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, as if the pear trees blooming.

it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy. Bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, all the iron clothes are cold.

the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed. In the manager's account, the wine is a farewell banquet, and the huqin pipa lute flute ensemble to add to the entertainment.

till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind. " Luntai east gate, welcome you to the capital, you go, snow cover full Tianshan road. ".

and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints. 12, "Send someone to visit Lingnan" Don Dai Shulun don't visit Huayang Wan Li, the scenery near the south is never autumn.

Red, fragrant and green bamboo shoots are the way to go, even if there is a crying ape, it is quiet. 13. "Send South Korea to the Fourteenth Jiangdong Province" Tang Du Fu did not see Lao Lai's clothes and sighed that everything was wrong in the world.

I have no home to find my sister-in-law. Where will you visit the court today? The quiet beach in Huangniuxia turns, and the cold trees in Baima River are sparsely shaded. We should make every effort to leave this place, but I still fear that my hometown will not return together.

14. "Don't be Dong Da" Tang Gao Shi travels thousands of miles in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. The eldest husband is poor and who is willing, today meet can not pay for drinks. 3. An ancient poem with the theme of a small rice ball

A misty rain makes Jiang Ping

The passage of time has washed away the old traces, leaving only a little desert and sadness. By the water's edge, you drifted away, leaving only the stare and sigh of the Chu envoy.

Who is like you, Zhuangzi, who likes the sweet taste, or loves the bitter and sweet stimulation, indifferent to everything, and is one with the Tao, only clinging to the faint innocence. ?

When a kind of beauty is so beautiful that people are at a loss, they have to dance with their hands and feet. When a kind of insipid, light makes people unable to taste, they have to sigh and cherish it, and praise it. ?

You are willing to be indifferent, happy to be plain, complacent about being plain, and only want to be happy in become a butterfly in your dreams. You only want to float in heaven and earth with the soaring Peng, and you don't want to be tired of state affairs and get stuck in the world. You are like the sweet and fragrant mineral water, which gives people a desperate life, a quiet and far-reaching life, and a detached thing. I want to touch your skirt.

But I can't get rid of the sweet temptation and forget the bitter or sweet fragrance. When I have no choice, I have to see your calm eyes, which are extremely clear and long, and I can't see the end of the world. ?

I thought you were lonely, but you told me that a friendship between a gentleman and a friend is as light as water, and Keiko's departure didn't bring you such feelings. It turns out that you have already seen through life and death and the world of mortals. Why praise your plainness? I'm already out of words. ?

miss the past and compete in prosperity. You still roam freely in the outside world and understand the infinity of nature. The world is just your subjective product. You even know the joy of river fish, the joy of butterfly dance, and the guilt of mantis, swaying away and shuttling through the mire. Why care about the power struggle? Who says you have to bear the unbearable weight of that life? ?

There is a bright moon in the middle of the night. You watch the bright moon alone in the breezy night, so that the white moon will not be lost when people sit back and relax-just because your plain heart is chasing each other. The world laughs at your madness, but your indifferent eyes are speechless. It suddenly dawns on you that your light spring-like philosophy is so profound, but you have already drifted away leisurely. ?

I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a dull and far-reaching attitude towards life. Let it go, let it go, and I will never be dominated by everything. I am alone in the turbidity, and I am only willing to hold the bright moon and die. There is a withered tobacco and a piece of white mustard on the river. ?

teach me how to follow your steps, the essence of beauty at a loss; Teach me how to touch your skirt, that plain and detached attitude. ?

this is you, as light as a spring, your paranoid pursuit, and a piece of white clover fluttering by the spring, which is an ethereal song for you. 4. An ancient poem with the theme of a small rice ball

A misty rain makes Jiangping pass by, washing away the old traces, leaving only a little desert and sadness.

By the water's edge, you drifted away, leaving only the stare and sigh of the Ambassador Chu. Or like sweet taste, or love is bitter and sweet stimulation, who is like you-Zhuangzi, indifferent to everything, one with Tao, only clinging to that faint innocence.

When a kind of beauty is so beautiful that people are at a loss, they have to dance with their hands and feet. When a kind of insipid, light makes people unable to taste, they have to sigh and cherish it, and praise it. ? You are willing to be indifferent, willing to be plain, complacent in plain, only willing to be happy in become a butterfly in your dreams, only willing to float in heaven and earth with the spiraling Peng, unwilling to be tired of state affairs and unwilling to get involved in the world. You are like the sweet and fragrant mineral water, which gives people a desperate life, a quiet and far-reaching life, and a detached thing. I want to touch your skirt, but I touch it at my fingertips.

But I can't get rid of the sweet temptation and forget the bitter or sweet fragrance. When I have no choice, I have to see your calm eyes, which are extremely clear and long, and I can't see the end of the world. ? I thought you were lonely, but you told me that a friendship between a gentleman and a friend is as light as water. Keiko's departure didn't get you anything like that. It turned out that you had already seen through life and death and looked through the world of mortals.

why praise your plainness? I'm already out of words. ? Miss the past and compete in prosperity.

you are still wandering around the world, knowing the infinity of nature. The world is just your subjective product. You even know the joy of river fish, the joy of butterfly dance, and the guilt of mantis, swaying away and shuttling through the mire. Why care about the power struggle? Who says you have to bear the unbearable weight of that life?

There is a bright moon in the middle of the night. You watch the bright moon alone in the breezy night, so that the white moon will not be lost when people sit back and relax-just because your plain heart is chasing each other. The world laughs at your madness, but your indifferent eyes are speechless. It suddenly dawns on you that your light spring-like philosophy is so profound, but you have already drifted away leisurely.

I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a dull and far-reaching attitude towards life. Let it go, let it go, and I will never be dominated by everything. I am alone in the turbidity, and I am only willing to hold the bright moon and die. There is a withered tobacco and a piece of white mustard on the river.

teach me how to follow your steps, the essence of beauty at a loss; Teach me how to touch your skirt, that plain and detached attitude. ? This is you, as light as a spring, your paranoid pursuit, a piece of white peony fluttering by the spring, is an ethereal song for you. 5. Poems about food

1. a wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop, and a girl from Wu, pouring wine, urges me to share it. -parting at a Wine-Shop in Nanjing by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: The catkins are blowing in the breeze, and the hotel is full of fragrance; Wu Ji held out the newly pressed wine and advised the guests to taste it.

2. The tulip in Lanling wine and the amber light in the jade bowl. -Li Bai's "Journey to China" in the Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: The wine in Lanling is full of fragrant turmeric, and it looks like amber in a jade bowl.

3. we open your window over garden and field, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Man's Village" in the Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: Open the window and face the grain field vegetable garden, holding a glass and chatting about the crops.

4. There are even more precious fruits in the world, and the jade snow skin is covered with crimson gauze. -Poem on Litchi by Qiu Jun in Ming Dynasty

Interpretation: There is nothing better in the world, and its snow-like skin is covered with a layer of red gauze.

5. sigh and make up for the past, who will sleep for tea in the afternoon. -Song Dynasty Lu You's "Living in a secluded place in the early summer"

Interpretation: I didn't see you when I met you, and I dreamed of returning to tea at noon. Who talked about that year?

6. there's a gleam of green in an old bottle, there's a stir of red in the quiet stove. -Baiju in Tang Dynasty