Language Book 1:
Aria of the Goose Compassionate Farmer Silent Night Thoughts
Tang Luo Binwang Tang Li Shen Tang Li Bai
Goose Goose Goose, hoeing for the sun when the sun is noon, the light of the bright moon in front of the bed,
Curving like a song of the sky. The sweat is dripping from the bottom of the earth. It is suspected that it is frost on the ground.
White hair captures green water, who knows what's on the plate, raise your head and look at the moon,
Red palm dials the clear wave. The first thing you need to do is to look up at the moon and see what's on the plate. I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person.
Language Book 2:
Grass, Spring Dawn, Ancient Moonwalk, Climbing to the Stork Tower
Tang, Bai Juyi, Tang, Meng Haoran, Tang, Li Bai, Tang, Wang Zhilux
Grass on the Grass on the Ground, Spring Sleep, Sleeping in the Spring, Not Realizing Dawn, Not Realizing the Moon, Daylight on the Mountain,
One year at a time, there is a drying up and growing, and everywhere there are crowing birds. I heard the crowing birds everywhere. The Yellow River flows into the sea. The Yellow River flows into the sea.
Wild fires cannot be eliminated, the wind and rain come at night, and I suspect that the mirror of the Yao Tai, and I want to see a thousand miles,
The spring breeze blows and grows again. I'm not sure how many flowers have fallen. I'm going to be able to get to the top of the clouds. I'm going up a flight of stairs.
Seeking for a hermit, but not meeting him
Tang Jia Dao
Asked the boy under the pine, saying that the master had gone to collect medicine. I am only in this mountain, and I do not know where the clouds are deep.
Language Book 3:
Compassionate Farming (2) The Silkworm Woman Sleeping at Night in the Mountain Temple Jiangxue Plum Blossoms
Tang Li Shen, Song Zhang Yu, Tang Li Bai, Tang Liu Zongyuan, Song Wang Anshi
A grain of millet planted in spring was in the city yesterday, the dangerous building is a hundred feet high, the birds in the mountains fly to no end, the plums in the corner of the wall are a few branches,
The autumn harvest is ten thousand seeds. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The paths of the people are extinguished. I'm not going to be able to do that.
There are no idle fields in the four seas, and those who are covered in silk and silk dare not speak aloud, and those who are in a lonely boat with a straw raincoat know that it is not snow in the distance.
The farmers are still starving to death. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to be a part of it. I'm afraid to scare the people in the sky. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Language Book 4:
Small Pond, Winged Willow, Village Dwelling
Song Yang Wanli, Tang He Zhizhang, Qing Gao Ding
The spring is silent, the jasper is made up into a tree, the grass grows long and the warblers fly in February,
The shade of green shines on the water and loves to be clear and soft.
The green shade of the water is a soft shade of sunshine. The willows on the embankment are intoxicated by the spring smoke.
The small lotus is only showing its tip, I don't know who cuts out the green leaves, the children come back early from school,
The dragonflies are standing on the head. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. I'm busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.
Language Book 5:
Searching for Flowers by the River: Chrysanthemums Climbing to Feilai Peak Deer Chai Fisherman on the River
Tang Dufu, Tang Yuan Zhen, Song Wang Anshi, Tang Wang Wei, Song Fan Zhongyan
The flowers of Huang's house are all over the grove, the autumn clumps surround the house, like the Taoist house, and the thousand-searching pagodas on Flying Mountain are all over the hill, and the empty mountains are not visible to anyone, but the people who come and go on the river are all over the river.
The thousand and thousands of flowers are all over the grove.
The sun is slipping around the edge of the ogonori, and I hear the rooster crowing to see the sun rise. But I hear people's voices. I love the sea bass.
The butterflies are dancing, the chrysanthemums are not among the flowers, and the clouds are not afraid to cover the eyes, and the scenery is deep in the forest. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I've been in and out of the storm.
Following the snow, I stayed at Furong Mountain on the first day of the year
Tang Liu Changqing, Song Wang Anshi
Sunset is far away from the mountains, and the sky is cold, and the white house is poor. The firecrackers are sounding, and the spring breeze brings warmth to the tassel.
The dog barks at the door of the woodpile, and the man returns to his home at night in the wind and rain. The day the pupils of thousands of households are in contact with the pupils of their pupils, they always change the new peach for the old one.
Language Book 6:
The Four Seasons of the Field and the Garden: A Child's Fishing in a Three-Quarter Road, Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain, Sitting on the Jiande River
Song Fan Chengda, Tang Hu Lineng, Song Zeng Gui, Tang Li Bai, Tang Meng Haoran
Daytime Cultivating the Field and Nightly Performing the Hemp, The Child Learning to Pray with a Turbulent Hair, The Eye in the Time of Plums' Yellowing, The Birds' High Flight is Ended, the Boat is Moored on a Smoky Islet
Village Sons and Daughters are in charge of the Households. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to do it. I'm not going to be able to do that. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
The children and grandchildren are not yet ready for plowing and weaving, the passers-by beckon, the shade is not less than the way we came, we do not get tired of looking at each other, the trees are low in the open sky,
It is also in the shade of the mulberry tree, learning how to plant melons. I'm afraid that the fish will be scared and not respond. The only thing that I can see is the Jingting Mountain. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
What I saw on the boat night book Sending Yuan Er to Anxi
Qing Zha Shenxing, Tang Wang Wei
The moonlight is dark and I see the fishing lanterns, and the lone light is a little firefly. Regarding the moonlight, there is no mist on the dust, and the willows are fresh and green in the guest house.
The winds and the waves are scattered into a river full of stars. I would like to advise you to have a glass of wine, and to leave the sun in the west without an old friend.
Language Book 7:
An Absolute Verse: Early Hair on the White Emperor City West Stream of Chuzhou Looking at Mount Lu Waterfall
Tang Dufu, Tang Li Bai, Tang Wei Yingwu, Tang Li Bai
Two yellow orioles singing in the green willow, towards the white emperor, the colorful clouds, I have no pity for the grasses that grow beside the mountain streams, and the sunshine gives rise to purple smoke in the incense burner
One line of white egrets in the blue sky.
A line of white herons went up to the blue sky. The waterfall is hanging in front of the river.
The window contains a thousand snowy autumns on the western ridge, the monkeys on both sides of the river cry endlessly, the spring tide brings the rain in the evening to come in a hurry, the flying stream goes straight down three thousand feet,
The door is moored to the East Wu ten thousand miles of boats. The light boat has already crossed ten thousand mountains. The boat has crossed the mountains. I am sure that the Milky Way is falling from the sky.
Mountain Walk On the 9th day of the 9th month, I remembered my brothers from Shandong
Tang Du Mu, Tang Wang Wei
The stone paths of the cold mountains are slanting in the distance, and I am alone in a foreign land, a foreigner,
There are homes in the place where the white clouds are born. I am always thinking of my relatives during the festivals.
Parking in the maple forest in the evening, I know that my brothers have climbed high,
The frosty leaves are redder than the flowers in February, and the cornelian cherry is less than one person. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing and what I'm doing.
Qing Ping Le
Song Xin Qiji
The thatched roof is low, the grass is green on the stream. I am drunk with the sound of Wu Yin, and who is the old woman with white hair? The oldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, and the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. I love it when the little ones are so helpless that they can't even peel the lotus seedpods on the stream.
Language Book 8:
Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong, Jiangnan Spring, Four Seasons in the Garden
Song Su Shi, Tang Du Mu, Song Fan Chengda
The peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, a thousand miles of warblers are crying green against the red, the plums are yellow and the apricots are fat,
The ducks are the first to know the warmth of the water of the Spring River.
The Artemisia vulgaris is full of short reed buds, the four hundred and eighty temples in the south, the sun is long and the hedges are falling, no one passes by,
It is the time when the river dolphin wants to go up. The only thing I've seen is the dragonflies and nymphs. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it.
Ruyumengling
Song Li Qingzhao
Often remembered the sunset of the stream pavilion, drunkenness does not know the way back. When I returned to my boat in the evening, I mistakenly entered the depths of the lotus root flowers. The boat was in the depths of the lotus root flowers. The boat was scrambling, scrambling, scrambling, and startling the gulls and herons.
Give Wang Lun, Yellow Crane Tower, send Meng Haoran of Guangling, back to his hometown
Tang Li Bai, Tang Li Bai, Tang He Zhizhang
Li Bai, in his boat, will want to go, the old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, a young man leaving his home to return to his old age
Suddenly, I heard the sound of singing on the shore. The first time I saw him, I was in the middle of the night, and he was in the middle of the night. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make a difference in my life.
The Peach Blossom Pool is a thousand feet deep, the lonely sail is in the sky, the children don't know each other,
There is not as much as Wang Lun sends me love,
The Yangtze River flows in the sky! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Language Book 9:
Looking at the Heavenly Gate
Watching the Heavenly Gate
Title Xilinbi (西林壁, Night Book)
Tang Li Bai (唐李白, 宋 苏轼, 宋 Ye Shaoweng (葉绍翁)
The Heavenly Gate interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the peaks of the mountains are formed on the other sides, and the leaves are sending out the cold sound,
The water is flowing eastward, but the distance is different. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of a long journey, and the second time I was in the middle of a long journey. The autumn wind on the river is moving the guests' feelings.
The two sides of the green mountain relative out, not aware of the true face of Mount Lushan, know that there are children pick to promote the weaving,
Only sail a piece of the sun side to come. The only reason for being here is to be in this mountain. The night is deep and a lamp is bright in the hedgerow.
Fengqiao Night Mooring Don't Dong Da Twilight River Song The Final South Forgetting the Snow
Tang Zhang Ji Tang Gao Shi Tang Bai Juyi Tang Zu Yong
The moon is falling, the crow crows are crowing, the frost is full of sky, thousands of miles of yellow clouds and twilight of white sun, a road of the remaining sun is spread on the water, the final south of the mountains and the yinling show
The river maple and fishermen are sleeping in sadness, the north wind is blowing the geese snow. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Cold Mountain Temple outside of Gusu City, worry about the road ahead without a close friend, the poor night of the third day of the ninth month, the forest shows that the color,
Night half of the bells to the passenger boat. Who in the world does not know you. The dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. The city is getting colder by the end of the day.
Language Book 10:
Remembering Jiangnan
Tang Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, the scenery is old and familiar. The flowers of the river are more red than fire at sunrise, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring. I can't help but remember the south of the river.
Fishing Song
Tang Zhang Zhihe
The white heron flies in front of Xisai Mountain, the peach blossom water Mandarin fish is fat. Green Ruo hat, green straw raincoat, the wind and rain do not have to return.
The garden is not worth drinking after the first clear rain on the lake After the dawn, I sent Lin Zifang to the Temple of Pure Mercy
Song Ye Shaoweng, Song Su Shi, Song Yang Wanli
We should have pity on the clogs and teeth of the moss, the water is glistening with clear water, after all, the West Lake is in the middle of June,
Small buttons on the door of the wood for a long time, not open. The mountains are so hazy that the rain is also strange. The scenery is not the same as that of the four seasons.
Spring is full of color, and I want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, and the lotus leaves are infinitely blue,
A red apricot is out of the wall, and the red apricot is out of the wall. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your life. The lotus flower is a different kind of red.
Chang Xiang Si
Qing Nalan Seide
Mountains are a long way away, water is a long way away, and the body is walking towards the Elk Pass. The night is deep and a thousand tents are lit. The wind and the snow have been ravaging the countryside and shattering the dreams of the countryside. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to see it.
West River Moon
Night walk on the Huangsha Road
Song Xin Qiji
The bright moon startled the magpies, and the breeze chirped the cicadas in the middle of the night. In the fragrance of rice blossoms, I hear the sound of frogs. The seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. The old time thatched store by the social forest, the road turns to the stream bridge suddenly see.
Language Book 11:
Ink and Plum, Bamboo and Stone, Lime and Lime, Mooring at Guazhou
Yuan, Wang Crown, Qing, Zheng Xie, Ming, Yu Qian, Song, Wang Anshi
My family washed the ink slabs and pools of the trees, bite the green mountain and do not let go, a thousand hammers and thousands of chisels out of the mountains, between the waters of Beijing Kou Guazhou,
Double flowers bloomed with light ink traces. The roots are in the broken rock. The fire burns as if it were nothing. The Zhongshan Mountain is only a few mountains away.
Don't let people boast about the good color, a thousand times a day, I'm not afraid to break my body and bones, the spring breeze is green again on the banks of the south of the river,
Leaving a clear air full of the Qiankun. I'm not going to be able to do that. I want to leave a clean slate on earth. When will the moon shine on me?
The Song of the Traveling Son The Long March
Tang Meng Jiao Mao Zedong
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the Red Army is not afraid of a long journey, the ten thousand waters and thousands of mountains are just waiting for the leisure.
The clothes on the body of a traveler. The five mountain ranges are curving and tending to the fine waves, and the Wumeng mammoth is walking on the mudballs.
The journey is so close that the Jinsha water is warming the cloud cliffs, and the Dadu River is cold across the iron ropes.
It's a good idea to return late. I'm glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow, and that the three armies are all happy to be there.
Whoever says that an inch of grass has a heart,
Reward the three spring suns.
Bodhisattva Barbarian
Scribe to the wall of Jiangxi Province
Song Xin Qiji
The water of the clear river under Yugutai, and the tears of many pedestrians in the middle. I look at Chang'an from the northwest, and pity the countless mountains. I can't hide the green mountains, but after all, it's flowing eastward. The river evening is worrying about the rest, deep in the mountains hear partridge.
Language Book 12:
Bu Suan Zi
Plum Blossom
Mao Zedong December 1961
The wind and rain send spring back, the snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already frozen, but the flowers are still pretty. They don't fight for spring, they only report it. When the flowers are in full bloom, she will be laughing in the bushes.
Bu Suan Zi
Plum Song Lu You
By the broken bridge outside the post, there is no owner for the lonely bloom. It's already dusk and I'm alone with my sorrows, but the wind and the rain are even worse. I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I am jealous of all the flowers. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
Bodhisattva Barbarian
Dabai Di
Mao Zedong, Summer 1933
Crimson, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, and Purple, who dances in the air with a colorful practice? After the rain, the sun sets, and the mountains of Guan Shan are pale. In the days of fierce battles, the village wall in front of the bullet hole. I'd like to decorate this mountain, but it looks better today.
Showing the children that the official army has collected Henan and Hebei
Song, Lu You, Tang, Du Fu
Death knows that everything is empty, and the sword has suddenly been rumored to have collected the northern part of the Thistle, and the first time I heard of it, my clothes were full of tears and snot.
But the sadness of not seeing the nine states together. The first time I heard it, my clothes were full of tears and tears.
When the king's division is determined in the north of the Central Plains, we will sing songs in the daytime and drink wine, and we will return to our hometowns with our youth as our companion.
Family sacrifices are not forgotten. I'm going from Ba Xia to Wu Xia, and from Xiangyang to Luoyang.
Chang Ge Hang (长歌行, Chang Ge Hang) A poem of seven steps out of the fortress
The sunflower in the garden is green, and the dew is waiting to dry in the sun. Tang Wang Changling Cao Zhi of the Three Kingdoms
Yangchun spreads virtue, and all things are radiant. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of a kettle.
When will the Hundred Rivers return to the sea? But the Dragon City will be there, and I'll be there in a hurry.
The young and the strong do not work hard, the old and the sad. I don't want to teach Hu Ma Du Yinshan.