The poems of the Thanksgiving Training Society are as follows:

First, "Bee" Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin

No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?

Whether on the flat land or on the mountain peak, beautiful scenery is occupied by bees. Bee, you picked all the flowers and made nectar. Who have you worked hard for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?

Second, the fifth Qing Dynasty of Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems: Gong Zizhen

The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

The sadness of leaving Kyoto, like a wave of water, extended to the distance of sunset, and then waved the whip to the east, feeling that people were at the end of the world. Flowers and branches are not heartless things, even if they turn into spring mud, they are willing to cultivate beautiful spring flowers to grow.

Third, "Planting Flowers in Gong Ling Lvyetang, Fenghe" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The green field hall occupies the splendor of things, and passers-by show you your home. Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall?

After the completion of the Green Field Hall, it occupied the essence of everything. Passers-by pointed to the house and said that it was Pei's home. Pei's students are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of and behind the house?

Four. Untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer, because we broke up.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

It's hard to meet each other, and it's even harder to leave, not to mention in this late spring when the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.

Dress up in the morning and look in the mirror. I'm only worried that the clouds in my hair will change color and my face will disappear. I can't sleep alone in the long night, so I must feel Leng Yue's aggression. Penglai Mountain is not too far from here, but there is no road to cross. Please visit me diligently by a messenger like the bluebird.

Verb (abbreviation of verb) Five epic poems (II) Tang Du Fu

Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time. His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? . The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.

The reason why vegetation withers is because I know Song Yu's sadness. I can be a teacher because of my free and easy literary talent and profound knowledge. Looking back, I can't help crying. Although we are different, we are equally frustrated. In your former residence, you left a brilliant literary talent in vain. Is it just a dream to rain in Wushan? Unfortunately, the Chu Palace has completely disappeared, but it is suspected that there are boatmen pointing out the remains.