Flowers of flowers are blooming and laughing sweetly.
Pairs of white ducks are swimming in the blue water, and pairs of wooden paddles are swinging in the boat. The children's day is envied by Chang'e, and the weaving maiden is too lazy to be a fairy.
Who is the master of the Yao Tai? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The rain is coming in.
No, I'm at the edge of your dreams, protecting you with my roots, mine and the night's. The only candle, the cold hand of you. The only candle, the cold hand of your bed is as clear as a wave, and the wind hides the clouds well.
Tomorrow I'll come and play with you in the deep water, Sleep, baby, it's already falling, the old paint on the door ring The rainbow bridge, still drinking in the lake, after all these years I'll see you again, on the shore of this late fall, Baby, I'm holding you the river is holding the swimming fish, I'm holding the river like the May clouds of London, the sun dances and the fog clears and the river gives way to the grasses, just as it did when I let you go You're facing the whole fall in the round face of daze, like I'm facing you in a daze. Your round face faces the whole of autumn, just as I face you, and with my eyes closed I can remember the afternoon that conveyed the fragrance of the rain, the afternoon that made your face red, the sunshine that made you bloom on the lake, and tonight the moonlight is a little cooler, and across the willows, so the memories are a little long and a little sad, baby, go to sleep, I'll use you to sleep, to sleep with transparency to sleep beautifully, so that I can sleep like you, to make the clouds a little bluer, to let the birds go back to their nests, to make the dry, cracked lips soft again, baby, go to sleep, baby, go to sleep, baby, go to sleep. Go on, baby, go to sleep, go to sleep! Childhood forever in my memory When I was little, my mom told me that when you grow up, you can go to faraway places and travel a long, long way in life and step over thousands of mountains At that time, I was looking forward to ...... wishing that I would grow up soon and grow up so that I could go to faraway places and travel a long, long way in life and step over thousands of mountains like an adult Childhood childhood Childhood forever in my memory It is always shown in my dreams It's beautiful, it's warm, it's pure, my mother put a beauty spot on my daughter's forehead when she was five years old and put it on her heart 30 years ago today, my mother's mother put one on her face and I've been hiding it for 30 years my daughter flew on the road at the festival and my mother walked on her daughter's jumping beauty spot strings of sugarplums were being sold loudly and the bows on her head flew to the sugarplums and the sugarplums kissed the old woman who was holding her on her forehead and the bow on her head flew towards the sugarplums and the sugarplums kissed the old man who was holding her on her forehead and she kissed the old lady who was holding her. The little girl's bow flew towards the candy cane and kissed the forehead of the old lady who was hugging it, so a red beauty spot was reflected in the mirror of the festival, and the old lady laughed as the candy cane was so bright and colorful, and she told a story, "I've got one of these for my daughter too - thirty years ago, it wasn't as bright as it is now." Suddenly, the little daughter asked the old lady to bend over, and she took the beauty spot off of her forehead, put it on her forehead and said, "Grandma, it's June 1," and said. She said, "Happy June 1, Grandma!" Early in the morning, we release a flock of pigeons We release a flock of pigeons On the morning of June 1 Children's Day, the morning sunshine of the rising sun shines through the sky of countless transparent hearts The pigeons spreading their wings and flying high carry away all our blessings, ideals, hopes and aspirations! The whistles of the doves sound over the campus where the five-starred red flag is rising, and we salute the solemn national flag, reddened by the blood and lives of the best of China's sons and daughters, and won the sovereignty and respect due to a nation, a country, and the belief in the supremacy of the motherland over all things, y implanted in our hearts in the red of the red scarf on our chests, and in the soul of the nation, which has gained a new life, and a string of singing white clouds, which patrols through a clear sky, and we, like the little trees, seedlings, and flowers, grow bright and bright in the warm embrace of the motherland, and in the warmth of its bosom. In the warm embrace of the motherland's bright classrooms we learn the nourishment of knowledge In the bustling playgrounds we let fly the moods of childhood In the exotic networks we practice the skills of high technology In our childish fantasies we go up to Venus and Mercury again and again On June 1, our holiday Flowers, flags, beautiful balloons Laughing at our happy moods But we'd like to weave our flowery smiles into a huge garland Lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely! These children, beautiful or not, are lovely! That poor boy's mother must have the most stories! That poor kid's mom must have the most expectations! With all that loveliness, no matter how ragged you are in your clothes, amongst your pals, you still feel nothing or nothing ...... Love your mom, love her stories, love your mom! Look at her, she looks at you in rags for June 1, aggravated and wanting to cry You in rags for June 1, happy and smiling, Love mommy, because mommy is lovely - like you! "Why is the sun on June 1 so brilliant? "Why are the flowers of June 1 so fragrant? "Why is the red scarf of June 1 so bright? "Why are the children of June 1 so happy? ...... You know it, he knows it, everyone knows it. The festival of the world's youth has come, the world's most innocent festival is now. "Why is the story of June 1 so fascinating? "Why is the June 1 rally so joyful? ...... You know it well, he knows it well, and everyone knows it well. Songs, dances, stories, and rallies express the happiness of children, and today's sapling will grow into a big tree.
We are the eagles from the nest, and tomorrow we will fly very, very high. We are budding flowers, tomorrow will be beautiful, enchanting.
We are what we are, and the red scarf is burning on our chests. Please look at tomorrow, we will lift up the mountain, pick up the river, hold up the modernized motherland, fly to the golden goal ...... flicked off the dust of May and ushered in the time of June The melodious sound of gongs and drums swung a sea of joy In the classroom, on the playground, the liveliness is the naiveté of our children The sunshine, the shade of the green, the collection of our childhood laughter It is a happy day, because today is the day of the world's young people. What a happy day it is, for today is a festival for children and young people all over the world On this joyous day, let's wish all our friends all over the world a happy holiday The flowers on June 1 are colorful The sun shines brightly on June 1 On this festival full of joy and celebration Dear teachers Dear students, we are the young eagles of the new century, we beat with the pulse of the times, and we share the same destiny with our motherland. We will use our actions to the motherland mother to hand over an excellent answer sheet let me.
2. Poetry about JuneCurved courtyard wind lotus Qing Chen Can
June lotus fragrance full lake,
red green fan reflecting the clear wave.
The woman on the boat in Mulan is a flowery woman,
and she has picked up a lot of lotus flowers.
Xiuzhu Village
An old granny in the countryside,
her home is by the river.
When you go out, you can only hear the sound of "bugu",
and there is a path in the forest.
Behind the house there is a bamboo garden,
in front of the house there is a sycamore tree.
My cousin took me by the hand,
and I went to the river to catch fish.
Midsummer Night in the Peach Orchard
Adults shake their fans,
Children catch dragonflies.
The cicadas are singing in the trees,
as much as you like.
We can talk about everything in the world,
at our ease and relaxation.
Lay down your straw raincoat,
and count the stars.
The lychee in June in Nanzhou is very beautiful.
The reddish-red snow is so colorful that the red brocade is rotten, and the jade pot is so light that the crystal is cold.
The name of the city is already known, and the flavor of the city was once recommended to a great official.
The U.S. Department of State has been quiet for a long time, and a few plants have been covering the stone appendages.
My father plowed the fields on the plains, and my son hoeing the deserts under the mountains.
In June, when the harvest is not yet ready, the government has already repaired the warehouse.
The black clouds are not covering the mountains, and the white rain is jumping into the boat.
The winds are blowing away, and the water under the lake is like the sky.
On the third night of June, I heard the cicadas and Bai Juyi
The lotus smells of dew, and the willow moves in the wind.
On the third night of June, the new cicadas are the first.
The first time I heard it, I remembered Tokyo.
I have a house in the bamboo forest, and the cicadas are singing again.
I don't know who plucked the boat when the moon was over the pool.
I have a house in a bamboo grove, and the cicadas are singing again.
I don't know the moon on the pond, who will pluck the boat.
How many people in Chang'an are not as famous as you are, and how many of them are not as good as you are?
The children are in a hurry to chase the yellow butterflies, and there is no place to find them in the cauliflower.
--Yang Wanli, "Staying at Xu Gong Dian in Xinshi" 3, the morning cattle, cattle down the river. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one.
The spring rain is fine in the straw raincoat, and the reed pipe is blowing the grass green. I am not afraid of tigers bullying the yellow calf.
-- Li Shibu "pastoral words" 4, embellished jade and pearl sixty years, who taught the medieval road as a poet immortal. The clouds are not tied to Bai Juyi, and the word "Lotte" is not a word for creation.
The child can recite the song of long hatred, and the child can sing the pipa song. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him, and he was so happy to see me.
-- Xuanzong Li Chen "hanging Bai Juyi" 5, afternoon walk along the river, the river is clear, flowing under my feet. The stone in the water is as big as a bucket, and the fish at the edge of the stone swim gently.
The little shepherd boy was so shy that he squatted naked on the edge of the field and the ground. He called out to the dog with a big flower in his mouth, and held the old cow in his hand.
-- "Cattle herding" 6, clear pool of jade water around the mountains and rivers, hand in hand with friends to play paper kites. The willows are so light that they want to get drunk, so I suspect that it is a dream that goes back to my childhood.
--Xuanzhi Weng 7, pine shade half bow moss, occasionally want to read and lazy open. The children mistook the sound of the rain for that of the spring.
--Yang Wanli, one of the two poems of "Idle Habitation in Early Summer, Getting Up from Napping" 8. The children do not know each other, and they ask where the guests come from.
- He Zhizhang, "The Book of Even Returning to the Countryside" (回乡偶书)
9. The children and grandchildren have not yet learned to plow and weave, and they are learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
--Fan Chengda, "Miscellany in the Field at Four Times," 10, who is not tied to a boat outside the hedge, the spring breeze blew into the fishing bay. The children suspected that there was a guest in the village, and they hurried to the wood door to close it.
--Cui Daorong "Stream Dwelling" 11, the pastoral vertical holding a straw raincoat, meet the wind proudly. The cow is playing the piccolo, and the plow is in a field near the stream.
--Cui Daorong "Shepherd's Hair" 12, thatched eaves low small, green grass on the stream. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. The first child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, and the middle child is weaving a chicken coop.
I like it best when a child is dead, lying in the stream and peeling lotus seeds.
The best thing about this is that the child is lying on his back on the stream, peeling off the lotus flower.
How much power is consumed by the spring wind, and how much power is brought to the children on the blue sky. --Xu Wei's "Poem of the Wind Kite", one of the 14, the grass is full of ponds and the water is full of bei, and the mountains are dipped in the cold ripples by the setting sun.
The shepherd boy returns to the back of the cow, and the piccolo is blown without any accent.
The pastor returns to the back of the cow, and the short flute is played without any accent.
The day is long, and I have no feelings, so I watch the children catching willow flowers. --Yang Wanli's two lines from the "Idle Habitat Early Summer Afternoon Sleeping Up" (16), "The rain falls one after another at the time of Ching Ming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls" (16).
I want to ask you where the tavern is. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it.
Where can I find a tavern?
The master is on the east gao, and the crops are around the cottage.
The master is on the east gao, and the crops are around the cottage.
A song of sound and music, children and grandchildren laughing and pulling their clothes.
The children and grandchildren are laughing and pulling their clothes.
The children and grandchildren are laughing and pulling their clothes.
The passerby asked me to beckon him, but I was afraid that the fish would be scared and would not respond.
The first time I saw this movie, it was a very good one, but it's not a good one.
There are no neighbors, and the door is closed.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.
I want to catch cicadas, but suddenly I closed my mouth and stood up. --Yuan Mei's "What I See" 23, the grass grows and warblers fly in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
Children return early from school, busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.
The children returned from school early, busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.
The night in front of the hall, learning to worship the crescent moon.
The night in front of the hall, learning from others to worship the new moon.
Faltering, not making progress, the disease is not well, I am afraid of the first dew, do not see the white sunlight. I am not sure if I will be able to fulfill my wish in the fullness of time.
The time has come for us to be able to see the world, to see the world, to see the world, to see the world, to see the world, to see the world. The first time I saw it, it was a very good thing that it was not a good thing.
-- Wu Zhi Zhi "labor song two" one 26, the ancient alley less people walking, the crescent moon curved thin, vine full of walls, children pick lentils.
The child sleeps in the willow shade, and a cow eats the willow shade west. --Yang Wanli, "Sangchakeng Road in eight songs," the seventh 28, nothing after years of farewell to the far public, the Imperial City clock dawn memory of the West Peak.
The smoke from the stove is gone, the lamp is dark, and the boy opens the door to the snowy pines.
The smoke from the stove is gone, and the lamps are dark, and the children open the door to the snow-covered pines.
The swallows in the hall since they come and go, and the gulls in the water. The old wife draws the paper for the chess game, and the child knocks the needle for the fishing hook.
But there are old people who provide us with rice, so what more can we ask for?
This is the first time I've ever seen a man who was so dumb that he refused to go back to his bed and loved his car.
A night of delicate cries for the sake of the bottom of the matter, for the clothes less strands of gold.
Not knowing how to hide the trail, the duckweed opens together.
After returning to the house with a full meal, I don't take off my straw raincoat and lie down in the moonlight.
After returning to the house with a full stomach, the moonlight will come on without taking off the straw raincoat.
When the time comes to blow a song, why worry about the north and south do not know the voice! --Lu Zhao "shepherd boy" 34, the horse crowing on the water chaotic haze, drunken sleeves to meet the wind by the falling flowers. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
- Liu Yin "mountain home" 35, hours do not know the moon, called white jade disk. The first time I saw it, I thought it would be a good idea for me to go back to the old days, when I was a little girl.
-- Li Bai "ancient moonwalk" 36, the new word is passed on to each other, vibrating sleeves and pouring hair before the wind and dew. The moon is falling and the clouds and rain are scattering, and the children are picking up the flower tin on the street.
-- Liu Yuxi "Treading Lyrics" 37, children also love the sunny day, paper cut wind kite each group.
-- Zhu Maoshu, "Spring Tour of the Qinhuai River" 38
Ten years old, the poem was written by a horse, and the cold ashes and the broken candles moved the feelings of separation.
There are a lot of things that you can do to make your life more comfortable, but there are a lot of things that you can do to make your life more comfortable.
Everyone praises you for coming early in the spring, but you owe me five feet of wind for the kite.
I know there are children picking and weaving, and the night is deep and a lamp is bright in the hedgerow.
There are children who pick and weave, and there is a light in the hedgerow at the end of the night.
4. Poems describing JuneTang Dynasty poet Gao Pian, "Summer in the Pavilion": green trees and shade of the summer day, the reflection of the platform into the pond, the water curtains move the breeze, full of roses, a yard incense.
Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling "summer drought and bitter heat": the wind is powerless to slaughter the heat, the setting sun with warped flying up the mountain, people are trapped already afraid of the river and the sea is exhausted, the sky will not cherish the dry river and Han. Song Dynasty poet Qin Guan "cool": cane to chase the cool outside the willow, the south side of the Painted Bridge leaning on the Hu bed.
The moonlight and the boat flute rise in different directions, and the wind sets the fragrance of the lotus in the pond. Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, wrote "Chasing Coolness on Summer Nights": The night heat is still the same as the afternoon heat, and the door is open to the moonlight.
Bamboo trees are deep and full of insects, and there is a cool breeze. The Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran's "Summer South Pavilion Wyoming Xin Da": the mountain light is suddenly falling in the west, and the pool moon is gradually rising to the east.
Hair spread by the evening cool, open the Xuan lying idle spacious. The lotus wind sends fragrance, bamboo dew drops clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I don't want to be appreciated by my friends. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Song Dynasty poet Su Sunqin's "Summer Intentions": The summer seat in the courtyard is clear, and the pomegranates are all in bloom through the curtains. The shade of the tree is full of the day when the afternoon, dreaming of the warbler when a sound.
Nanjing The Southern Song poet Lu You, "Early Summer in a Secluded House": the lakes and mountains are a beautiful place to put the house of the Wengwengs, and the paths are slanting in the shade of the acacia trees. The water is full of herons sometimes under the view, the grass is deep everywhere not singing frogs.
Culm sheaths have been the first shoots, wood pen is still blooming the first flower. Sighing old age to hand over the old end, sleep who **** afternoon ou tea.
5. Poems about childrenTender green buds tender green buds, and youth said, "Develop yourself!" Pale white flowers, and youth say, "Contribute yourself!" Crimson fruits, and youth say, "Sacrifice yourself!" Little Brother and Kitten by Ke Yan There is a little brother in my house, / smart and naughty, / climbing high and low every day, / with his head and face covered with mud.
/Mom called him to wash his face, /and he ran away as if he didn't hear her; /Dad took a mirror to look at him, /and he closed his eyes and laughed. /Sister brought in a kitten,/pawed and licked its fur,/eyes narrowed "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful,/who will play with me, who will hold me?" /The kitten jumped back, / with its whiskers pouting and its head shaking, / "No, no, no, no, no! It's too dirty for me!" /Sister laughed when she heard it, /Mom and Dad frowned, /Brother was ashamed to hear it: /"Mom! Mom! Give me a bath!"
/A school of fish swam over, /and the jade disk broke into two or three pieces. /The fish were so scared that they fled, / all the way to the rocks.
/The moon is still full and round. Cicadas (by Lin Huan-chang): Cicadas sing beautifully, / but only in summer; / they like to praise / the golden sunlight.
Cicadas sing beautifully,/but they love to sing only in the trees;/so in summer,/the trees all become/singing umbrellas.
Teacher, teacher, let its green branches and leaves, into your window, night and day and your companion. The green leaves are rustling in the wind, and that's our way of singing to you to help you get rid of a lot of tiredness.
You see, you see, full of trees blooming small flowers, that is our smiling face, thank you when you hang us. The night is deep, the stars sleepy blinking, teacher, quickly put down the lesson plan, let the fragrance of the flowers into your dream, the dream ah, quasi is fragrant and sweet.
(Originally published in New Youth, 1985, No. 18) You brought me to the mountains by Guan Deng YingYou brought me to the mountains where the blue sky covers the sky, and you collected whatever I wanted, no matter if it was a mountain flower, no matter if it was a young grass, or a stone, a leaf. You skipped lightly over every ditch, and the springs left your shadow; you climbed every little slope, like jumping on the roof of your house.
When I heard the call of the birds and saw their colored wings from the green leafy crevices, you told me the names of so many birds, and sang me the songs of those birds.
I asked you why the tree on the tip of the hill looked like an old man. You said because it grows in the cracks of the rocks all year round; I asked you - what kind of flower is that, with tears, you said that it is blue flower flower, laughing in the spring sunshine. Where is the wind? The wind sleeps in the arms of the mountains and fields; the rain falls in the hearts of the mountains and fields. The rain falls in the heart of the mountains and fields; the vagabonds of the year? The winter is long gone. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Whether it is the present or the past of the mountain field, everything in the mountain field is familiar to you; everything here seems to be yours, your birds, your blue sky, your earth. I look at that spring in the mountain wilderness as if I were looking into your innocent eyes; that wilderness full of mountain flowers, how like your brilliantly colored clothes.
We are in the mountains and fields, playing and chasing, ah, really like in your home on the bed, really like in your home yard ...... (from "Selected Lyric Poems of Young People", Children's and Teenagers' Publishing House, 1990 edition) the first drizzle the first drizzle in the spring rustled down into the green woods I was alone in the woods and the woods My ears were filled with many faint, mysterious and beautiful sounds. The green camphor leaves were gently breathing, and a young shoot silently burst out of the earth's core. Countless mushrooms looked like small white umbrellas. My mother had once told us that they were called Swan Mushrooms, and the larks jumped like musical notes from branch to branch. A piece of music, the spring forest is a living piano, they play wonderful music and poetry, gently gently hit my fantasy-filled fourteen-year-old heart early summer sleep Song Yang Wanli plums flow sour splash teeth, banana green on the window screen. The day is long and I have no feelings, but I watch the children catching willow flowers.
Spring Clearing to the old garden begonias Song Yang Wanli old garden begonias open today, dreaming into the Jiangxi Jinxiu pile. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to my hometown.
Like green like daytime intensity, want to fall also fly flotsam to and from. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
Spring clearing with the old garden begonias Song Yang Wanli bamboo side pavilions water side pavilions, do not want people with only walking alone. The first warm willows have no energy, and the shadow of the flowers is not clear in the light of the sunshine.
Once the rain came to the path, countless new birds have happy sound. The only thing you need to do is to have a reddish colored green screen to reflect the meat, and two years of cold food is negative.
Read Yan Ziling biography Song Yang Wanli guest star why complement the Han Zhongxing, empty wind cold as ice. I have to go back to the past, but I have to go back to the present! Yang Village Song Yang Wanli stone bridge on both sides of the good people, like the village of the other river.
The new hotel in the shade of willow, small fishing boats under the grape arbor. Red, white and white flowers in the water, blue and yellow wheat in the sky.
The government is still on the road to peace, for whom hard work does not return to the field? Send Lu Muguan Song Yang Wanli Jun live in East Zhejiang I Jiangxi, the mirror newly added a few strands of silk. The first thing you need to do is to get the information you need to get the information you need to get the information you need to get the information you need.
Should not be Li Du turned whale sea, more envious of Kui Long set phoenix pool. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The Spring Festival Song Yang Wanli quasi-proposed to the spring of fun thick, but still in vain an east wind. The first time I saw this is in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night.
Song Yang Wanli evening wind is not allowed to identify the ripples of the evening wind, but allows heavy curtains to the ground hanging. The winds of the evening are not permitted to identify the clear ripples, but the curtains are allowed to hang down to the ground.
The evening breeze Yang Wanli Song evening sun warmth a little clear Wei, the evening wind is bold and horizontal large phase deception. I'm not going to be able to do that. The next day a frost who do not know.
The play pen Song Yang Wanli wild chrysanthemum moss each cast money, gold, copper and green two compete for Yan; the sky public support to poor poets, only to buy sadness not to buy the field. Idle home early summer nap Song Yang Wanli plums stay sour soft teeth, banana green and window screen; day long sleep up no love, idle children catch willow flowers.
The small pool of Song Yang Wanli's spring is silent and cherishes the fine flow, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine and softness. The small lotus is only showing its sharp tip, there are dragonflies standing on the head.
Xiaoxiao Jinci Temple Song Yang Wanli After all, the West Lake in June, the scenery is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus blossoms in the sun are differently red.
The new willow Song Yang Wanli willow 100 feet brush silver pond, and do not deep green only light yellow. The willow may not be able to dip into the water, the willow shadow in the water to lead him long.
6. What are the poems about childrenChildren's fishing
Puffy head of a child learning to angling,
Sitting side by side with the berry moss and grass reflecting the body.
A passer-by beckoned me to come and see him,
for fear that the fish would not respond.
The Village House
The grass grows and the warblers fly in February,
The willow on the embankment is intoxicated by the spring smoke.
Children come home early from school,
They are busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.
The ancient moonwalk
When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, I called it a white jade disk.
The moon is a mirror of the Yao Tai mirror, flying on the green clouds.
The immortal's two feet are hanging down, and the osmanthus tree is full.
The white rabbit pounded the medicine.
The first time I went to a hotel, I was in the middle of the night.
The first time I went to a hotel, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night.
The children were chasing after the yellow butterflies,
and they flew into the cauliflowers and could not be found.
What I saw
The shepherd boy rode a yellow ox,
and sang to the trees.
I wanted to catch the cicadas,
but I suddenly shut my mouth.
The village house
The grass grows and the warblers fly in February,
The willow on the embankment is drunk with spring smoke.
Children come home early from school,
they are busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.
Fishing
A child with a shaggy head learns how to fish,
and sits on the berry moss and grass.
A passerby beckoned me to come and see him,
for fear that the fish would not respond.
With my daughter
I was dumb when I first saw her,
and I couldn't go back to my bed and loved my car.
The night of the cry, the reason for it,
is that the clothes are not enough.
The young girl is only six years old, and she is in a small boat.
I don't know if she is skillful or clumsy. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it.
I was in front of the hall at night, not knowing how to hide my tracks.
I learned to worship the crescent moon.
The new moon is a new moon, and the new moon is a new moon.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I didn't know where I was going.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't know where I was going. The children are like swallows in the mud[2], and love of money is like racing for the blood of flies. The night of the Ming Dynasty to save gold and silver [three], all do hunger cakes [four].
[I] obscured the spirit: to deceive the conscience.
[2] "Look at the children" sentence: treat the children like swallows as hard as mud.
[3] Night and day: day and night, day and night.
[4] hunger and cake: a metaphor that even more wealth is something outside the body, and in the end, the cake is empty.
Hate the world, love is what, straight to teach life and death. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Happiness.
The Fen Road is a lonely place, and it is a lonely place. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one.
The ghosts of the mountains cry the wind and rain. The world's most famous and most famous woman is a woman who has been in the world for a long time. The letter was sent to the warblers and the swallows, all of which are yellow.
A thousand years. The first thing I want to do is to leave it to the people who visit the Yanqiu area to sing and drink.
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Groping for Fish (Yuan Hao Wen)
Ask the lotus root, how many silk. The first thing I've ever done is to get my hands dirty. The two flowers are in the same vein, but they are the children of the old family.
The sky has been promised, not even teach, white head, life and death of mandarin ducks Pu. The sun is setting, and there are no words.
Counting thank you in the smoke, Xiangfei river, is not a broken heart place.
The dream of the trousseau, the good thing is that it is in the ganoderma lucidum. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Acacia trees. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was able to see it in the first place. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
I'm afraid of carrying wine again, red half-fall, woefully lying in the wind and rain.
Zhan Yu
Neizhang in the first order
Gold engraved Xuanhe Yubao four words, have a feeling because of the gift
A rule of ancient toad spirit. The first time I saw it, I saw it in a few colors. I know that, willow and pine flowers are timid. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one. The children are not able to get rid of it. 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, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
The world's most important thing is that the world's most important thing is the world's most important thing. The first time I've ever seen a woman in the world, I've never seen her in the world. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I have won the old paintings. The rise and fall of the matter, the Taoist people know whether or not, see also Chinese hair.
Gui Zhixiang (title written by Rhyme Xuan)
Violet dew, dash for cool clouds, point Shang hook feather. The word fly fairy, under the pen a curtain of wind and rain. The moon in the river pavilion is now as good as this. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The sun is setting, the flowers are flowing, still Nanpu.
What are the two, the wind and the tiger. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you. I'm not sure if you've ever seen a place where you can see the western mountains and the green eyes of the world. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Three Shumei (ancient Wei boat. People say that this boat once carried the Qiantang Palace people)
A tent of children to part with the bitter. Who is the family, flower days and moon land children. The purple song hides the beauty, accustomed to the Jin Kuo Jin Cui, jade machine bells and lvs. The "Cherry Seat" is a place where announcements are made, and the "Three Drums of the Dragon House" are heard in the laughter of the audience. The song fan is a poem, the dance sleeve is covered with incense, a few once dust.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The gold house, the silver screen, was blown by the west wind, the polygonum, the apple islet. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff you've got on your computer. I'm not sure where the broken clouds are. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product, and you'll be able to get it.