Story 20 beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg. In the Tang Dynasty, Shen Li plowed the land at noon, and sweat dripped from the land. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? In the dead of night, I think that the foot of Tang Li Bai's bed is so bright. Will there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. China's second book: Bai Juyi During the Cao and Tang Dynasties, the endless grass on the grassland came and went with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Xiao Chun Tang Meng Haoran On this spring morning, I woke up carefree and there were birds singing everywhere. After a night of wind and rain, how many flowers fell. The ancient waves traveled on the moon, and Li Bai knew little about it. The moon was called Bai Panyu. I suspect it is Yao's platform, soaring in the sky. In the heron hotel, the ring of the king's hall is close to the mountain during the day, and the sea drains the Golden River. By going up one flight of stairs, see a thousand miles farther. When I asked your student under a pine tree, he replied, "My teacher went to collect medicine.". However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? . Chinese Book 3: Be kind to farmers (2) Tang planted a millet in spring and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and toiling farmers are still starving to death. Silkworm's wife Song went to town yesterday and came back with tears in her eyes. It's not silkworm farmers who are covered in Luo Qi. Li Bai, a dangerous building in the Tang Dynasty, stayed at the Mountain Temple for the night. It was hundreds of feet high and could pick stars with his hands. Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky. Jiang Xue Liutang Zongyuan Mountain has no birds, and a thousand paths have no footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. In the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. Remote knowledge is not snow, only dimfragrance comes. Chinese Volume IV: Xiao Song Chi Yang Wan Li's eyes are silent, cherish the trickle, the green shade shines on the water, and love the sunshine and softness. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. In the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Zhi Jasper in Liu Yong was dressed as a tree and hung with 10,000 green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the green leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. The village is green and tall with grass, and in February, long warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. Chinese Book 5: Looking at flowers alone by the river, the girl of Tang Du Huang Fusi is full of flowers, and the flowers are low among the flowers. Butterflies dance from time to time, and charming eagles sing freely. The surrounding houses of Ju Tang Yuan Zhen in autumn are like pottery houses, and the edges on all sides are gradually inclined. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. Deng Fei came to Wang Anshi, Song Feng, and flew to Chihiro Pagoda on the mountain. He heard the cock crow. Don't be afraid of clouds covering your eyes, you are at the highest peak. There seems to be no one on Chai Lu's empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the setting sun shines into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss is pleasant. Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman in the Song Dynasty, loved the beauty of perch. Look at those poor fishermen, swinging up and down in the big waves and swinging in the boats. Liu Tang Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain, stayed in the snow. At dusk, it was far away from Cangshan Mountain. The weather was cold and the houses were simple. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home at night. /kloc-On the first day of October, the first anniversary of Wang Anshi's firecrackers sounded, and the spring breeze sent warmth into Tu Su. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. Chinese Book 6: Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory Song Fan Chengda's Performance During the day and at night, the children in the village mind their own affairs. Although the children didn't plow and weave, they also learned a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry. Children's fishing tanghu let Mao children learn to hang on silk and sit on the side of raspberry moss to reflect themselves. Hearing the words of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. Sanqu Road In the Song Dynasty, there were days when plums were yellow and the sun was shining, but the streams were full of mountains. The green trees on the mountain road are as dense as when they came, and the bushes of several orioles in the dense bushes add more fun than when they came. Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, Li Bai, a bird in the Tang Dynasty, flew high, and the lonely cloud went to leisure alone. You look at me, I look at you, and between the two of us, there is only me and Jingting Mountain in front of me. Tang Meng, who stayed on Jiande River at night, ran away. When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun gradually dimmed and ancient memories began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. In The Night Book on a Boat, you can see the fishing lights in the dark of Shen Xing, and the fireflies are lonely. Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars. Send Yuan Ershi to Anxi Tang, Wang Wei, Weicheng, raining and spreading, and the guest house is green and willow. I advise you to have a drink. There is no reason not to go out. Chinese book 7: quatrains Tang Du Fu Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets go up to the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. Let Tang Libai leave Baidicheng early and return to Jiangling in a day. Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are crying endlessly, and canoes have crossed Chung Shan Man. Wei, who lived by the Xixi River in Chuzhou in the Tang Dynasty, was born by a secluded grass stream, where orioles sang deep trees. The rain brought by the spring tide came late and came in a hurry, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. Looking at Lushan Waterfall, Li Bai's Rizhao incense burner in Tang Dynasty gave birth to purple smoke, and looking at Qianchuan hanging waterfall. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu was far away from Hanshan Mountain, and there were people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers" was in a foreign land, and he missed his relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. There is a low eave and a green stream in the Song and New Seven Seasons of Qingping Music. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. I like children's scoundrels best. I lie on the stream and peel the lotus. Chinese Volume 8: Evening Scenery of Hui Chong Riverside; Su Shi's Three Peach Blossoms Outside the Bamboo in Song Dynasty; Spring river plumbing duck prophet. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. In the spring in the south of the Yangtze River, Du Mu, thousands of miles away, sings green and reflects red, and the flag wind of fruit wine in the water town mountains. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless towers were shrouded in the storm. Four-season rural hybrid Song Fan Chengda Li Jinxing fat, wheat white cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies have flown. As a dream, Song Qingzhao often thinks of the sunset in Xiting, indulging in it and not knowing the way home. I played until I came back, but I lost to the deep pool in Zhu Feng. How to draw a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Europeans. A Gift for Wang Lun Don Bai was about to go by boat when he heard singing on the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun! On the way to bid farewell to Meng Haoran, the Yellow Crane Tower boarded the Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The shadow of my friend's sail faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. When I returned to my hometown, I wrote that Tang and Zhang left home when they were young, and the local accent did not change his temple. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. Chinese Book 9: Looking at Tianmen Mountain Li Bai Tianmen in the Tang Dynasty interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flowed eastward. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. The title Xilin wall was regarded as a peak on the side of the ridge by Su Shi in Song Dynasty, with different distances. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. As seen in Night Book, the leaves of the leaves of the Song Dynasty send cold sounds, and the autumn wind on the river moves guests. I know that children pick and promote knitting, and a light falls on the fence at night. After Cold Night, Jiang Feng fell asleep fishing in a night-mooring near maple bridge, Zhang Tang. At the lonely cold mountain temple outside Suzhou, the midnight bell reached the passenger ship. Don't be in the middle of the day, and the north wind blows geese and snow. The boss and husband are poor, and who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Mujiang Bai Juyi sings Tang poetry, the sunset spreads in the water, and the river is half rustling and half red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. Zuyong, look at how Zhongnanshan is towering into the sky. When the towns in the valley became colder and colder, the sky at the snow line began to warm. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? The fisherman's son, the egret, flies in front of Mount Cisse in Hezhi, Zhang Tang, with peach blossoms and plump mandarin fish. An old man in a bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home when it rained. This park is not worth visiting. Ye Songshao Weng should have pity on his teeth, but Xiao Kou Chai Fei won't open for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. After the Chu Qing rain on the drinking lake, the sun shines brightly in Su Song, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Sauvignon Blanc went to Nalanxingde Mountain and Guanyu River. Night light. When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. There is no such sound in my hometown. Huangsha Road Xijiang Moonwalk. In the mid-Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji was surprised by the bright moon, and the breeze sang at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about a year's harvest, and there is a wave of frogs in their ears, as if it were another harvest year. In the past, Maodian was close to the forest and the road turned to the bridge. Chinese book 1 1: Mo Meiyuan, Wang Mian, a tree near my home, with faint ink marks. Don't be praised for its good color, just let the air fill Gankun. Zhu Shiqing and Zheng Xie insisted that the green hills were not relaxed, which was originally rooted in the broken rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can withstand it, and it will still be tough and straight. Lime sings in the mountains, and fire burns idle. I am not afraid even if I am shattered, and I am willing to leave a piece of purity in the world. Boarding Wang Song Anshi Jingkou Guazhou Yishui and Zhongshan are just a few mountains away. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? The thread in the hand of a loving mother of Meng Jiao, a wandering poet in the Tang Dynasty, made clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? "The Book of Bodhisattva Man" Jiangxi stoma wall Song Xin seven-level fishbone platform descended the Qingjiang River, and many pedestrians shed tears in the middle. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountainous areas. Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is full of clouds and the mountains are full of partridges. Chinese book 12: Mao Zedong, Yongmei 196 1 year 65438+ February wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a beautiful and sweet flower among them. Qiao does not strive for spring, but only reports spring. When the flowers bloom, she laughs among the trees. Operator Yongmei Song Lu Yui broke the bridge outside, lonely and open. As dusk falls, Meihua is helpless, exhausted and battered by wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to struggle to bloom, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after falling, being crushed into the soil and turned into dust, plum blossoms still exude a steady stream of fragrance as usual. Bodhisattva Bodhisattva Mao Zedong 1933 Summer is red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Who is training dance with color? After the rain, the sun sets again and the mountains are blue. When the fighting was urgent, the village wall was hit by bullets. Decorate the mountain, it looks better today. Lu you died, I know everything is empty, but I am sad to see Kyushu. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army. The news came from Du Fu of Tang Dynasty in this distant west station! The north has been recaptured! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. In the green spring, I began to go home, singing loudly and drinking heartily. Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! . Long song belongs to the Green Garden and sunflowers bask in the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope and everything is thriving. I'm always afraid that the cold autumn will come, and the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and all kinds of medicinal materials will wither. One hundred rivers flow eastward to the sea, when can they return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age. Outside the Tang Dynasty, Wang Changling, Qin Dynasty, Mingyue Han Dynasty all closed their doors, but the Long March people didn't come back. If the battle of Wei Qinglong City and the flying general Li Guang were still alive, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to raise horses in Yinshan Mountain. In the Three Kingdoms, Cao Zhi cooked beans and held soup. He thought the fermented beans were juice, but they ran under the kettle and the beans were crying in the kettle. This is the same root, why rush to fry each other? In a beautiful forest, there lived a stupid pig. He was lazy and couldn't even cook. One day, piggy had a whim and wanted to find happiness. Piglet knows that there is a happy place outside the forest, where all the small animals know how to be happy, but because the journey there is very difficult and dangerous, his friends are afraid to go, so he has to carry his luggage alone and embark on a difficult journey to find happiness. After thousands of waters in Qian Shan, the pig finally came to this happy place. It can't wait to move forward. Suddenly, it saw a fox lying lazily on the ground. The pig asked, "Brother Fox, what is happiness?" The fox smiled cunningly and said, "Happiness is that I want to eat a stupid fat pig!" " "The pig was frightened and kept running. It met a little rabbit again. It went up to him and asked, "What is happiness? Little Nutbrown hare replied happily, "Happiness is eating a delicious carrot." "The pig felt that this was not enough, so he walked on. He saw a little hedgehog walking into the hole with many big and red apples. He went up to him and asked, "hedgehog, what is happiness?" The hedgehog said, "Happiness means eating a sweet and delicious big apple." "Piglet realized that happiness means doing what he likes, so he went back. After returning to the forest, it is still the same, the same lazy stupid pig, because it thinks that happiness means eating delicious food and sleeping late.