A poem about regression 1. That poem about the return
Teacher 1, you are like a red candle, burning yourself and illuminating others.
2. Teacher, you are like a spring silkworm, spitting the silk thread of wisdom and weaving knowledge. 3. Once a teacher, always a father.
Teacher, you are like a gardener, cultivating the flowers of the motherland. If you are water, we are fish, and we cannot live without you.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Respected, 7 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers. Because of you, many students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. Teacher, you are a beacon to praise the teacher's motto. 14 Spring silkworms must spin until they die. And every night, the candle will cry the wick away. A respected teacher has devoted his life to teaching students in accordance with their aptitude and teaching them by example for ten years. It takes a hundred years to cultivate people, and a mentor is tireless. Tao Li praised teachers' poems all over the world. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. The world is like this because of you. This civilized teacher, you are a beacon for the lost children to find their homes. You are an angel's poem praising the teacher in September, which is dedicated to the teacher in September and comes as scheduled. Therefore, the world is brilliant.
We sing September, because it is your eternal festival. We remember September because it was our sincere confession.
September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast. September's music has been played. Please accept our gift in September. All the teachers struggling on the education front look haggard. In the old society, Li Shangyin, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote the poem "Spring silkworms die, and night candles burn the wick", which brought the perseverance, firmness and dedication of silkworms to the extreme and became a beautiful sentence sung through the ages.
People vividly compare teachers to "spring silkworms", which is a high evaluation of teachers' selfless dedication and noble quality. People praise teachers as spring silkworms, who "spit out all the silk threads in their hearts, pour infinite love into life, and weave a bright and warm world without knowing anything".
"Spring Silkworm" is a title that teachers feel extremely honored. Zhu Guangqian, a famous educator, said: "As long as I live, I will spin silk for a day. I hope that the silk I spit out can add a little warmth to the world and make spring stronger. "
Spring silkworm is pure and flawless, with noble temperament; In spring, I ate a few green leaves and spit out a splendid picture. Only glorious people's teachers are worthy of this title, because the excellent quality of spring silkworms is endless and spinning. Candle-the most warm and moving title candle originated from the famous sentence of Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Candle tears are exhausted every night".
People praise candles because they burn themselves silently and illuminate others with their own light until they burn themselves out. Speaking of the quality of candles, people will think of their beloved teachers, who impart knowledge to students and illuminate their voyage with the light of wisdom and character. Isn't this selfless dedication to "light the way for others, let others see the light and burn themselves out" the most vivid metaphor for people's teachers? "If the red candle glows and gives off heat, it carefully cultivates the excellent materials of the country, just like a spring silkworm who has no regrets and dedicates herself to education." This pair of couplets encouraged by the teacher is the recognition and pride of the title of "candle".
Lu Xun, a great modern writer, famously said, "Look down on a thousand fingers and bow your head as a willing ox", which sublimated and carried forward the spirit of the ox. Later, people used the word "cow" to describe people who are willing to serve the people and make selfless contributions. People call the teacher Gan Niu because it is a well-deserved and most appropriate metaphor.
Our country has always had the traditional virtue that teachers and students are "as close as father and son". Teachers love their students as much as their own children, work as hard as a willing cow, are willing to make dedication, and make all efforts to cultivate a willing child without asking for anything in return. Liu Rangxian, an outstanding teacher in China who won the "Ruzi Niu Award", has been rooted in the rural areas of Qinghai Plateau for decades and worked as hard as an ox, dedicating his love to his children selflessly. Liu Rangxian is an outstanding representative of teachers and a vivid embodiment of the spirit of "a willing ox".
The spirit of "a willing ox" is characterized by "deep love, silent cultivation, hard struggle and selfless dedication" and "eating grass to milk". These excellent qualities are embodied in the vast number of teachers in our country.
Therefore, calling a teacher a "Confucian cow" is China's most distinctive compliment. Ten years of trees and a hundred years of people are like spring breeze, and teachers are as deep as the sea. Interviewee: Chen, a door clerk, 9-113: 00. The teacher is a bowl of new tea and serves us when we are bored.
The teacher is a new star at night, illuminating the road ahead for us when we are lost. The teacher is an umbrella to shelter us from the baptism of wind and rain when it rains cats and dogs.
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2. Famous sentences about "returning"
1, your job is today, but you are building the motherland's tomorrow; Your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever.
On the road from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you opened the way for us with the torch of life.
The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart every day.
A good teacher is better than thousands of books.
6. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened much confusion, cultivated much self-confidence, ignited much youth and destroyed many sails.
7, the crane hair silver silk reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood to open new flowers.
8. Once a teacher, always a father.
9. The gift of a speech is also my teacher.
10, gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow.
1 1. The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life.
12 teacher, people say that you are a pillar of the motherland, not that you are a pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation.
13. Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty. It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, and making our hearts green.
14, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the spring water. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
15, teacher, the light of wisdom that emanates from us will always shine with the spark that you lit with your own hands.
Silkworms in spring weave until they die, and candles start to dry when they cry. (Li Shangyin's Untitled)
16, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems")
17, bash one's eyebrows coldly at a thousand fingers, bow one's head as a willing ox. (Lu Xun)
18, try your best and die. (Zhuge Liang)
19. Buried roots make branches bear fruit without asking for anything in return. (Tagore)
In a remote village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to defend my country. (Lu You's November 4th storm)
2 1, with a heart, without half a grass. (Tao Xingzhi)
22, if you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you will be willing to decline and cherish your old age. (Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew's Neck")
23. After the flowers are picked into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet. (bee)
My only hope is to contribute more. (Bethune)
3. Poetry describing regression
"Wandering Son" Jiao Cimu's thread makes clothes for her wayward son.
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?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Song Anshi put her mother in the ditch and her family in the shade during the Tenth Five-Year Plan. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without lights. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. 6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu was neither crazy nor crazy. He went to the palace to call a Taoist priest. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9. "Short Songs" is the day when Tang was born and came out. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
10, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and Wangbei Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
1 1, "Night Shift" Don Hotel has no sleep on a cold night, and the guest's heart turns to sorrow. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
Don't let Huang Jingren, the old mother, go to the mother river beam, for fear that her tears are meaningless. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
When I left my mother's grave in the west, Chen went to the top of the mountain to get sick, and the sun was dim, leaving the birds alone at dusk. The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.
Feng/butterfly lovers Liao Xingzhi's mother is kind and long-lived. Blessing your family is really rare in recent days.
Sister Qiu is over 69 this year. Corning can inherit my loving mother.
I hope to be kind and generous. I wish you and your mother long life.
How many women am I? Huatang chitose longevity wine.
Xie Jia was filled with silk jackets, and Huang Tingjian sent fragrant light-colored clothes, and spring scenery entered the book curtain. When I got home, my loving mother asked me in surprise, saying that the prince and grandson had taken off their presents.
At first, I looked at another forest in Hu Aishan, Huang Tingjian's snow hat and Yan Zi's oriole. It was already late summer. The three cauldrons are exhausted by the ancients, and the loving mother looks forward to returning to her heart in one year.
How can I rest when I am working hard? I can't help but see the power of mountains. I want to see the sunset on three paths, and I will scream and scream.
Sending Zhang Zhongmou and Huang Tingjian is good for Zhang Gongzi, but clear autumn should be bitter. Wear the motherly thread, no money for travelers.
Say goodbye to Tianque in the morning and evening, and return to comfort Shen Lu. Huanghua is a bottle of wine, pour it with you.
One of Xuan Mo's paintings is a colorful day lily in the Wang Mian under Beitang, Luo Sheng. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
Crying mother poem Qu Qiubai, not kissing when poor, blue and new tears. Hungry and cold, no one asked me this day, and I fell on my beloved son.
Four-character poem mourning the sudden death of his mother Mao Zedong. Fifty-three years old, seven children.
Seven sons and three more, namely Qin. Other infertility, two women and two men.
It is difficult to prepare a calendar for raising a younger brother. Destroy the mill, so get sick.
In the middle, everything is sad. I can't bear to die, waiting for Xu Wen to vomit.
Today, I only talk about two ends: one is virtue and the other is bias. The distance is near and far, and it is repetitive.
Kay was moved by her kindness. Love is sincere.
No slander, no cheating. Finishing is natural and not deceptive at all.
Hand ze, very organized. Fine mind, reasonable points.
Nothing can be counted, and nothing can be hidden. The wind of cleanliness is everywhere.
There is no dust inside or outside. Five virtues are the big end.
Conform to his personality, as in the world. Hate is partial, the last of the three cardinal guides and the five permanent members.
Aspiring without reaching, seeking without reaching. The mental pain is outstanding.
The sky is crowded with people and the ground is a corner. Second, children are born and educated.
If it is not ripe, it will be green and yellow. Holding hands when you are sick makes your heart ache.
But call your children and do everything well. I'm pregnant again. I'm your baby.
Or belong to Su En, or work hard. All relatives, big or small, should be reported.
To sum up, Shengde is honored.
4. What are the ancient poems that express "giving always pays off"?
Warning, Diligence, Manjianghong, Yuefu Poetry, Ode to the Opening Ceremony, Lime Poetry, Wang Yue.
1. "Warning and Sage" Diligence
There are fields that don't plow and books that don't read.
Bao Jianfeng came from sharpening the fragrance of plum blossoms to bitter cold.
Young people and young people come to school without studying hard and regret being late.
When a book is used, it is hard to hate small things until it is passed.
Board orange will sit for ten years without writing an empty article.
There is a road in Shushan, but there is no limit to learning the sea.
Wisdom comes from diligence, and greatness comes from the ordinary.
If you don't work hard when you are young, your boss will be sad.
You must work hard to survive and develop.
2. "Man Jiang Hong" Song Yuefei
Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, white and sad! Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old rivers and mountains, and go to the sky!
3. Yuefu Chang Ge Hang Han Yuefu
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
When will all rivers enter the sea and return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
4. "Ode to the Opening Ceremony" by Zen Master Don Juan Berry
Dusting is very tiring, so do it tightly with the end of the rope.
How can plum blossom fragrance be without biting cold?
5. Lime Song Money
It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing.
I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world.
6. "Wang Yue" Tang Du Fu
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
5. What poems describe repayment?
1. I miss my parents' tears in the dark, lest I miss my children more! -"Mother's Memory" Ni Ruizhen
Interpretation: I often secretly cry because I miss my mother, but I am afraid that my mother will shed more tears when she misses me!
2. Motherly love is boundless, and love is like a sea of waves.
Interpretation: Motherly love is as boundless as the ocean.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. -The Book of Songs
Interpretation: My parents gave birth to me and raised me in every possible way. I want to repay you well, but my parents' kindness is as great as the sky and endless. How can I repay you?
Without the help of selfless maternal love, the child's mind will be a desert. -(UK)
Interpretation: If there is no mother's selfless spirit of self-sacrifice, then the child's mind is a desert.
5. A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. -[Han] Liu An
Interpretation: A mother loves her children, not to let them report themselves.
6. The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
Interpretation: The mother is satisfied and the son can lie down without thinking about anything. My son doesn't behave well, and my mother is in Lacrimosa day and night.
7. Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -"epigram couplet"
Explanation: Having noble moral character, a good education means having a good upbringing, if you are grateful for everything your parents have given you.
8. The second time I lost my mother, I was dumb and spit it out.
Interpretation: Ciwu lost his mother and kept crying sadly. He guarded Lao Lin in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all year round.
9. Bow down to the mother river and weep. -"Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze
Commentary: Because I'm going to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired old mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.
10. The old bald mother hid her face and cried, and her sleeves were broken. Han Yu
Interpretation: The white-haired old mother closed the door and cried. You can't keep your sleeve if it's broken.
6. Poems describing repayment
The ancient poems about repayment are as follows:
1, frosty reed tears wet clothes, bald head does not rely on Chai Fei. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. -Yu Gong "Thinking of Mother"
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. -Han Yu
3. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -The Book of Songs
4, the old white-headed mother covered the door and the sleeve was broken. -Han Yu
The prodigal son respects his loving mother and doesn't feel cold. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
6. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -"Yan Shixiu Liu Chuo"
7. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot. We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? -Cao Zhi's Seven Steps Poetry)
8. I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
9. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult. -"Xuan Mo Map"
10, my love for my son is endless, and I am very happy to be home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
1 1, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
12, when you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. -Zheng Zhenduo
13, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. -Yan Zhitui
14, one foot three inch baby, worked for 18 years. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
15, being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -"aphorisms are interlocking"
16, my mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
17, put mother in the ditch and stay in the shade at home. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South. -Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
18, people see that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. -Wang Jian
19, when parents heard that their daughter was coming, they went out to help Guo; As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. -"Mulan Ci"
20, only an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. -Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons
2 1, Si Er is Youth Day, and Gao Fei is carrying his mother behind his back. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
22. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. -Wang Mian's "Xuan Mo Map"
23. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. -Du Fu's "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
24, who is not crazy who is not crazy, go to the palace to call a Taoist. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. -Han Yu's Whose Son
7. Poetry describing regression
Grateful to parents' ancient poems 1, wandering children praise the thread in the hands of loving mothers and make clothes for wayward sons.
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?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Song Anshi put her mother in the ditch and her family in the shade during the Tenth Five-Year Plan. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without lights. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. 6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu was neither crazy nor crazy. He went to the palace to call a Taoist priest. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
8. What poems describe "returning"?
Back to the secluded mountain, Mo You will prosper.
The return of sending a letter home is still an old friend in my hometown. Go back to see Tianxin, and ride a dragon class for a new one.
Someone asked who to learn from, but I thought about it and returned. The murder case of Yide was finally reported to the Lord, autumn in Atong Gaoyi Town.
The original poem is as follows: 1. Untitled Time: Tang Author: Li Shangyin Wan Li storm leaves a boat, it is even more ridiculous to recall the early days. There is no yuan in Bijiang River, and there is little left in Huanghesha.
The murder case of Yide was finally reported to the Lord, autumn in Atong Gaoyi Town. Life is too long and meaningless, and homesickness is the common goal.
2. "Painting into a Celebrated Play" Time: Ming Author: Changli can't draw, but he can't draw. Wan Xiu's secret works are profound and mysterious.
The wild guest by the sea was so lucky that he went directly to the top of the mountain and asked Cang Hao. Laugh and call my second son to see me. In the meantime, Shi is a gentleman, accumulating the sky and seeing the beauty of this mountain.
He Ruye, a foreigner, was accused of stealing. It's hard to say whether the poor are rich or not. Write a hug by Long song.
Mo Wen Shen, Mo Wen Huangfu Mi, get carried away. Someone asked who to learn from, but I thought about it and returned.
3. "December Movement" Year: Author: Li De In the first month, the sunrise in the east is fragrant, and the long and short flowers are blooming. Soft clouds and weak rain filled the gap, and huge butterflies broke the spring breeze.
Luan's father is wiping a cigarette, and Xiao Sa looks sad. The sound of the river head is as heavy as Liujin.
In February, the rain was wet and the honey house was dawn. The bronze dragon is slightly bitten by water, and the jade has small waves.
Moss among the stones erodes the roots of calamus, and the ancient soul cries. Red Fang Brigitte talks nonsense, and the barbarian sticks cigarettes on Cui Yun.
The gossamer lingers in the spring and hangs brocade, and the sand is white and the mandarin ducks are happy. March flowers are astringent and willow green.
Fan Bo wants to cut Wan, and he wants to cut Xu. Children's shadows are silent and cold, and green shadows are heavy.
Fireworks sweep the Sixth Street, and blood grows grass for thousands of years. In April, the afternoon breeze smoked in Biyuntan, and the staff played Xuanshuang tricks.
Wild dragons in Gao Xiang pull out new jade, destroying scales and healthy horns. Xianghui's little prostitute gently fanned her fan, half-covered her lips and tried new ones.
The golden pill is full of fat, and the stone pool is green. May sand is short and green, and red diamonds are purple.
The younger the slave, the more fragrant he is, and the more he steps on the lotus pond. Youlong skimmed the waves and flew, but the yellow head spread unevenly, and the teenager wavered and forgot to return.
In June, the sky in the imperial capital is high, the ground is thick and cracked, and fish and turtles crow in the daytime. Shen Xiang held his arms and worried about the waves, and the decline of Yang turned into a childish yin knot.
I don't know that there is a golden que on the sea, and it's a long way to go. Xiu Yuan Xi, Joe is writing Snow White. The wind blows in July without spring temperature, and the red essence solves the golden god.
Pu Yin Bridge has become a magpie in Tianjin, which is far away from Di Zi. The leaves grow day by day, and 100 thousand moths grow old in the mirror.
The golden tower folds bamboo to welcome the night fairy, and Yuexiu Wu sleeps. In August, the jade dew is empty, and the silver clouds embrace the bright moon.
The day is white and the night is cool, and the business is far and near. Cinnamon leaves and autumn fragrance, cold moths can be lonely and clean.
Those who manage the pipa should adjust their strings urgently. In September, the hormone quotient soared, and the distant guests returned to their dreams.
Cornus officinalis Committee box incense, jade wrist wins gold. Travel by night, frozen with frost.
The leaves in Dongting are empty and the water is sad. In October, the sea was frosty and cold, which Lu Hong called Cangwu Room.
The fairy chicken warns that the peach is dry, and the drum is silent and the dragon is idle. In November, the Xuanyuan jade tube was still in its infancy, and the colored thread has been back for a long time.
Yao flowers are scattered all over the sky, and thousands of lights are bright at night. Nanshan is as green as a razor, and the red stove in the interior is as cold as cucumber.
Go back to see Tianxin, and ride a dragon class for a new one. In December, the Big Dipper shines into the secluded land, and the four gas rings will be in the morning and evening.
Snakes don't stay at the bottom of the valley, and the official street forces animals to carry cold. 4. "Send General Manager Wang to Danyang" Year: Tang Author: Xu Xin Duan Chu, a wine horse.
Water sickness at dawn in the east, late flowers in the pond in the north. There is no room for poverty in green grass, and yellow leaves urge poetry.
The return of sending a letter home is still an old friend in my hometown. 5. "Hermit" Time: Tang Author: Du Mu Guiyin Mountain.
Seek all colors and know that you are broad-minded. It is wrong to believe in music and play the piano. Medicine is difficult.
Gao Dong is also self-sufficient, and he is extremely ashamed to live a quiet life.