The apes on both sides of the river could not stop crying, and the light boat had already crossed ten thousand mountains. --Li Bai, "Early Departure from Baidi City"
But the flying generals of the Dragon City will not be there, nor will they teach the horses of Hu to go over the Yinshan Mountain. --Wang Changling, "Out of the Plateau"
The white sun ends at the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. --Wang Zhilux, "Ascending the Stork Tower"
The Yellow River rises far above the white clouds, and a lone city is ten thousand feet high. --Lu You (陆游)《游山西村》
会当凌绝顶，一览众山小。
Picking chrysanthemums under the east hedge, leisurely seeing the south mountain. Good Sentences: 1! What a noble thought! What a great warrior! For the love of millions of people, they have devoted themselves to everything, with blood and life to defend the children of the motherland, they are not our most honorable relatives!
Moonlight like running water, quietly dipped in this leaf and flowers, thin green mist floating up in the lotus pond, leaves and flowers as if washed in buttermilk, and like a dream with a light veil.
In the bucket of my desk I kept a worn and tattered schoolbag, which, though worn, was a little boat and a piece of treasure to me.
The schoolbag is a boat, carrying me to swim in the sea of learning, rushing rapids, over the dangerous shoals, drifting and sailing, to reach the other side of the victory; the schoolbag is a treasure, it is melted with my mother's love and love, to give me the strength to go forward.
It finally took shape: a broadband to a not too small cloth pockets made, the look is really like a boat, the top is embroidered with the words "study hard, every day up".
An ordinary brush "height" of about 6 inches, this structure is designed to fit the regular script, running script, cursive and other different styles of writing needs.
The pen holder is made of Coca-Cola cans, with hundreds of small conch shells glued to the surface to form a peculiar shape.
The library contains more than 90,000 books, ranging from student workbooks to Shakespeare's plays, and from small series of light science books to Einstein's magnum opus.
How many nights did the little lamp shine brightly, accompanying me to review my homework, and it knew best my worries and joys .
Good Sentence
The mountains exposed to the clouds were suspended in clusters like islands.
The surrounding mountains looked like a colorful canvas of flowers.
Mountain waves and peaks cascaded over each other.
The mountains were black and pale with no boundaries, and the knife-like cliff tops were heavenly.
The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
Long hilltop, like a large tomb towering in the night.
The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down, so high that it makes you dizzy.
The deep valleys were luridly quiet and gloomy.
The gorges were filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became great squares of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun was shining, while the mountain was like a shy maiden, hidden from view, and the afterglow shone horizontally as the sun set in the west. The summer harvest, the summer planting, the summer harvest, the summer sun, the summer heat, the June heat
Summer heat, the summer sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun. burned and melted, and disappeared without a trace.
Spring is gone with the falling flowers, and summer is coming with its green leaves bouncing in the warm wind.
The early summer sunlight filtered down from the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground was covered with shimmering spots the size of copper coins.
The wind blew with a slight warmth, sending the cuckoo's call at times as it told us, "Spring has returned."
The grass, the reeds and the red, white and purple wildflowers were steamed by a fiery sun high in the sky, and the air was filled with a sweet intoxication.
In early summer, wildflowers of all colors bloomed, red, purple, pink, and yellow, like brilliant specks embroidered on a large green carpet; swarms of bees busied themselves among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying diligently to and fro.
In the height of summer, it was so hot that even the dragonflies only dared to fly close to the shade of the trees, as if they were afraid that the sun would hurt their wings.
There was not a cloud in the air, not a breath of wind, and a blazing sun overhead, and all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.
In the height of summer in July, there was not a cloud in the tile-blue sky, and the fiery sun scorched the earth; the water in the river was scalding hot, and the earth in the field smoked.
The sun was blazing, and on both sides of the road, the ripe grains were bending over in the heat, heads down. Grasshoppers, as numerous as blades of grass, chirped faintly and noisily in the fields of wheat and rye again, in the fields of wheat and rye, and in the reeds along the banks.
The sun was like a big, big ball of fire, and the light burned, and the highway was scorched by the blazing sun, and there was a trail of white smoke at the step of the foot.
The weather was stiflingly hot, and there was not a breath of wind, as if the air had frozen.
The whole city was like a burnt-out brick kiln, making people breathless. Dogs lay on their backs and spat out their bright red tongues, and the mules and horses had their nostrils flared wide.
The hot umbrella of fire was high in the air, so hot that the fish in the river did not dare to show their faces, and the birds did not dare to fly out of the mountains and forests, and the dogs in the village just stretched out their tongues and panted endlessly.
That day, the sky was so hot that it was crazy. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gas that looked like cloud and mist floated low in the air, making people feel suffocated.
It was a long drought in the summer, the hot sun baked the old loach in the field are turning white, the village side of the creek, the creek water a few inches lower, those exposed to the water surface of the stone, steeply bigger.
The birds do not know where to hide; grass and trees are downcast, as if dying; only that the robin, can not stop in the branches of the broken high call; really broken gongs and drums in the blazing sun shouting support!
The willows on the street were sick, their leaves hung with dust and rolled on the branches, and their branches did not move. The road is glowing white, the vendors are afraid to shout, and the Plexiglas signboards in front of the stores seem to be melting in the sun.
The naughty little stars drew a golden arc of light in the blue night sky, like a weaver throwing a brocade thread.
The winter night, a few naked stars poorly frozen, shivering almost hear their teeth cold to fight with each other.
The little stars swayed in the cold air, as if shivering from the cold.
The stars are full of feelings, like naughty children, in the childish, persistent gaze at the earth, as if with the bright eyes to tell a beautiful and moving myth.
Taibai star appeared above the sky with a quiet twinkle like a candle that someone had carefully engineered away.
High in the dark blue sky shone a star as white and dazzling as a diamond - the star of enlightenment.
The starry night was extremely beautiful, with not a single floating cloud in the sky, and the deep blue sky was filled with diamond-like stars.
Bright stars, like jewels, densely scattered all over the vast and boundless night sky. The milky white Milky Way, from the northwestern sky, across the middle of the sky, diagonally cascading to the southeast of the earth.
The stars in summer are like mischievous children, and they are very cute.
Several big and bright stars hang in the night sky, as if the heavenly man with a lantern in the patrol of the vastness of space.
The stars are reflected in the rough sea, so they dance up and down with the waves, appearing and disappearing.
The earliest star of the beginning appeared and twinkled in this deep blue sky. It was so big and bright that it was the only one in the whole vast sky radiating a striking light, like a bright lamp hanging high in the sky.
Early in the morning, the blizzard stopped, but it would be a long time before dawn. A few straggling stars peeked open to peer into the snowy, silvery world.
Gradually, the stars closed their sleepy eyes and disappeared into the morning sky.
A good shooting star traced silvery lines in the night sky, as if exploring the world's brightest future.
The stars were more numerous than ever, big and bright, they neither blinked nor twinkled, they were serene and peaceful.
What a cool, clear fall night it was! The stars are brighter and bigger ...... than ever, like an eye-catching jewel adorned under a silver-gray canopy, shedding a crystalline, soft light, and everything on the earth is so elegant and ethereal.
Good Words:
Naive and carefree, free and easy, childish and ridiculous, chest-pumping, iodine-bellied, tooth-learning, hip-hopping, chasing after me, head-first, running away, fleeing, poorly, chasing after me, messing up, chickens flying, dogs jumping, chickens and dogs in a state of unrest, self-righteousness, holding one's breath, pointedly pointing and gesturing, oily and slippery, petulant, selling one's good deeds, running east and west, lovingly, unable to stop laughing, dorky and froze, froze, froze, and played, pretended to be deaf, dumb and fake, and pretended to be a man, and pretended to be a man. Acting as if nothing had happened, mischievous, covered in mud, chasing after each other, throwing tantrums, making a lot of noise, waving knives and sticks, swiping sticks, catching fish in a jar and giving them a full refund, getting what they want, doing what they want, and then going around and around, cheering and jumping up and down and splashing in the water
Good Sentence:
I was excited at once, and no matter what I did, I threw off my shoes, snatched the lifebuoy from my mother's hand, and jumped into the arms of the sea, cheering and jumping up and down with my little bare feet.
"Flop!" "Punt!" Everyone "defiantly" head into the bright creek, some hands and feet in the water fluttering, some floating on the surface of the belly to the sky, some like loaches dive into the water.
Just a moment ago is still quiet creek, suddenly noisy: shouting, laughing and joking, ruffling, hitting the water, splashing, you escape, I chased, a mess.
Bamboo
Song - Wentong
(Suddenly I remembered the bamboos in my hometown and composed this poem)
The bamboos in my hometown surrounded the East River, occupying 10,000 branches of the water-soaked sand.
I have not been able to go on my official journey, but I think this gentleman should be blamed for my late return.
From 132 Chinese Painters
Spring River Scene
Song Huichong
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the ducks are the first to know the water of the spring river.
Artemisia is full of reed buds, and it is the time for the river dolphin to go up.
Bamboo Shoots
Song - Wang Yuanzhi
Miles and miles of spring beds to find alone. The bamboo shoots are a messy affair.
Tian Wen died and his friends dispersed. Three tortoiseshell hairpins were thrown.
From Selected Poems
Thanks to Liu Zhongxing for the bamboo shoots
Song Zhu Zi
Who sends the new bamboo shoots in the cold forest, and opens the trousseau to see the white juxtaposition.
Knowing that you have tuned me to be cold and sour, I am not a feudal lord who eats meat.
From Selected Poems
Bamboo
Tang - Li Jianxun
Bamboo with high knots blowing in the wind, and I forget to return to it.
The most compassionate thing is that under the slanting sun, the shadows of the flowers are all over the clothes of the guests.
From Selected Poems
The Bamboo in the Courtyard
Tang - Li Zhong
It was occasionally planted in the courtyard of the mountain monks, and then moved back to the side of the masonry.
The good wind rises all day long, and the birds sometimes come.
The moon is a magnet for poetry, and the smoke is a companion for wine.
Sleeping in the south window, the sound of wind and rain.
Bamboo
Tang Zhenggu
Smoke and rain and wind, water and pine.
Moving from the distant temple, I saw the front peak of the mountain.
The moss on the steps is broken by the spring buds, and the summer sun is thick around the path.
The apricot blossoms are a great source of inspiration, and they are very compatible with the green trees.
Bamboo
Tang Wei style
Bamboo, the pool, like jade.
Worrying about the quiet dew, and the green smoke.
It would be better if I could change my mind, but I'm not afraid of it.
There are many different kinds of bamboos, but the king's family is not enough.
It is a great honor to be the first to see a dragon transformed into a dragon, and the beauty of a phoenix ripened into a phoenix.
The only thing I have to worry about is the sound of parting, and the speed of the horses' dance.
From "Ancient and Modern Chinese and Foreign Countries, 21-30 Issues"
Finding Mianzhu from Weixu
Tang Du Fu
Hua Xuan is a good place to visit in other years, and Mianzhu is a high place in the county.
There is no such thing in front of the house on the river, so I am glad to share the verdant green color with the waves.
Posted on the river outside the grassy hall
Tang Du Fu
I was born to be wild, and I want to escape from nature.
I love the wind and bamboo, and I have to live in the woods and springs.
Hengyang Road
Song Fan Chengda
The black ewe is breaking through the hedge, and the flowery pig is bursting through the door.
The empty mountains and bamboo tiled houses are still filled with swallows.
From a few miles away from Hejiang, I sent a letter to Yang Shangqing
Song - Fan Chengda
It is the first time I said that I am satisfied with the parting of the world, but I have no words to say but I have tears in my eyes.
The bamboo forest at the end of the boat is covering the county market, and the old man is still standing on the sand.
When I say goodbye to the Witch's Gorge, I will give my brother Nanqing forty acres of orchards in Xiangxi
Tang Du Fu
The moss and the bamboo are all good, and there is no settlement in the pingpong.
Far away from the long son, the child land don't forest hut.
Tang Cheng
Tang Du Fu
Back Guo Tang Cheng shade of white grass, green river road is ripe over the green suburbs.
The alder forest is in the way of the wind and leaves, and the bamboo and smoke drip dew.
Bamboo
Tang Du Fu
The green bamboo half culm sheaths, the new tips just out of the wall.
The color of the bamboo is invading the books at night, and it is cooler than the wine grill.
The rain washed the bamboo clean, the wind blew the fragrance.
But if you don't want to cut anything, I'll see you in the clouds.
Poem about eating bamboo shoots
Tang Bai Juyi
This is the bamboo country, and the valley is full of bamboo shoots in spring;
The mountain man folds the bamboo shoots into a handful of pieces, and sells them in the morning market.
The Bamboo Lane
Pu Songling, Qing Dynasty
I love this gentleman so much that he scratches the edge of the sky.
The time has come for Ziyou to arrive, and I am especially glad that his master is so wise.
From "The Collected Poems of Liaozhai"
Bamboo
Ching Wu Changshuo
There are always eight delicacies in the guest's house, but they are not as fragrant as the wild bamboo shoots in the mountain house.
Send the Yuandang when the only melancholy, when to go back to see the new Huang Huang.
Bamboo and stone
Ching Zheng Banqiao
Bite the green mountain and do not let go, the roots of the original in the broken rock;
Thousands of grinding ten thousand strikes is still strong, let the east and west, south and north winds.
The Long Bamboo
Tang Chen Tao
The Green Broom Yajunzu, the Green Branches remember Cai Yong.
Long listening to the wind and rainy night in the South Garden, afraid of the scales and armor are all dragons.
Bamboo and stone
Ching Zheng Banqiao
The light smoke and ancient ink across, write this gentleman half-face,
No need to daily peace, high section of the breeze has seen.
I told to go back, painting bamboo farewell Weixian gentleman people
Qing-Zheng Banqiao
Throwing the veil to go not for the official, the bag Xiao Xiao two sleeves cold;
Writing to take a branch of thin bamboo, the wind of the river in the fall as a fishing rod.
Bamboo writing
Ming Chen Lianggui
Attentive to ask the bamboo chopsticks, sweetness and bitterness of the first taste;
Taste of other people is good, you empty to go busy.
From Health News, 1989.7.1
Bamboo
Song - Huang Tingjian
Bamboo shoots are only born in the yellow calf's horn, and fern buds are growing in the fist of a child.
Try to find wild vegetables and cook fragrant rice, it is the February day in Jiangnan.
Bamboo
Song - Wentong
(Suddenly I remembered the bamboo in my hometown and wrote this poem)
The bamboo in my hometown surrounded the East Stream, and it took up 10,000 branches in the water and dipped them in the sand.
I have not been able to go on my official journey, but I think this gentleman should be blamed for my late return.
From 132 Chinese Painters
Spring River Scene
Song Huichong
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the ducks are the first to know the water of the spring river.
Artemisia is full of reed buds, it is the time for the river dolphin to go up.
Bamboo Shoots
Song - Wang Yuanzhi
Miles and miles of spring beds to find alone. The bamboo shoots are a messy affair.
Tian Wen died and his friends dispersed. Three tortoiseshell hairpins were thrown.
From Selected Poems
Thanks to Liu Zhongxing for the bamboo shoots
Song Zhu Zi
Who sends the new bamboo shoots in the cold forest, and opens the trousseau to see the white juxtaposition.
Knowing that you have tuned me to be cold and sour, I am not a feudal lord who eats meat.
From Selected Poems
Bamboo
Tang - Li Jianxun
Bamboo with high knots blowing in the wind, and I forget to return to it.
The most compassionate thing is that under the slanting sun, the shadows of the flowers are all over the clothes of the guests.
From Selected Poems
The Bamboo in the Courtyard
Tang - Li Zhong
It was occasionally planted in the courtyard of the mountain monks, and then moved back to the side of the masonry.
The good wind rises all day long, and the birds sometimes come.
The moon is a magnet for poetry, and the smoke is a companion for wine.
Sleeping in the south window, the sound of wind and rain.
Bamboo
Tang Zhenggu
Smoke and rain and wind, water and pine.
Moving from the distant temple, I saw the front peak of the mountain.
The moss on the steps is broken by the spring buds, and the summer sun is thick around the path.
The apricot blossoms are a great source of inspiration, and they are very compatible with the green trees.
Bamboo
Tang Wei style
Bamboo, the pool, like jade.
Worrying about the quiet dew, and the green smoke.
It would be better if I could change my mind, but I'm not afraid of it.
There are many different kinds of bamboos, but the king's family is not enough.
It is a great honor to be the first to see a dragon transformed into a dragon, and the beauty of a phoenix ripened into a phoenix.
The only thing I have to worry about is the sound of parting, and the speed of the horses' dance.
From "Ancient and Modern Chinese and Foreign Countries, 21-30 Issues"
Finding Mianzhu from Weixu
Tang Du Fu
Hua Xuan is a good place to visit in other years, and Mianzhu is a high place in the county.
There is no such thing in front of the house on the river, so I am glad to share the verdant green color with the waves.
Posted on the river outside the grassy hall
Tang Du Fu
I was born to be wild, and I want to escape from nature.
I love the wind and bamboo, and I have to live in the woods and springs.
Hengyang Road
Song Fan Chengda
The black ewe is breaking through the hedge, and the flowery pig is bursting through the door.
The empty mountains and bamboo tiled houses are still filled with swallows.
From a few miles away from Hejiang, I sent a letter to Yang Shangqing
Song - Fan Chengda
It is the first time I said that I am satisfied with the parting of the world, but I have no words to say but I have tears in my eyes.
The bamboo forest at the end of the boat is covering the county market, and the old man is still standing on the sand.
When I say goodbye to the Witch's Gorge, I will give my brother Nanqing forty acres of orchards in Xiangxi
Tang Du Fu
The moss and the bamboo are all good, and there is no settlement in the pingpong.
Far away from the long son, the child land don't forest hut.
Tang Cheng
Tang Du Fu
Back Guo Tang Cheng shade of white grass, green river road is ripe over the green suburbs.
The alder forest is in the way of the wind and leaves, and the bamboo and smoke drip dew.
Bamboo
Tang Du Fu
The green bamboo half culm sheaths, the new tips just out of the wall.
The color of the bamboo is invading the books at night, and it is cooler than the cracks in the wine.
The rain washed the bamboo clean, the wind blew the fragrance.
But if you don't want to cut anything, I'll see you in the clouds.
Poem about eating bamboo shoots
Tang Bai Juyi
This is the bamboo country, and the valley is full of bamboo shoots in spring;
The mountain man folds the bamboo shoots into a handful of pieces, and sells them in the morning market.
The Bamboo Lane
Pu Songling, Qing Dynasty
I love this gentleman so much that he scratches the edge of the sky.
The time has come for Ziyou to arrive, and I am especially glad that his master is so wise.
From "The Collected Poems of Liaozhai"
Bamboo
Ching Wu Changshuo
There are always eight delicacies in the guest's house, but they are not as fragrant as the wild bamboo shoots in the mountain house.
Send the Yuandang when the only melancholy, when to go back to see the new Huang Huang.
Bamboo and stone
Ching Zheng Banqiao
Bite the green mountain and do not let go, the roots of the original in the broken rock;
Thousands of grinding ten thousand strikes is still strong, let the east and west, south and north winds.
The Long Bamboo
Tang Chen Tao
The Green Broom Yajunzu, the Green Branches remember Cai Yong.
Long listening to the wind and rainy night in the South Garden, afraid of the scales and armor are all dragons.
Bamboo and stone
Ching Zheng Banqiao
The light smoke and ancient ink across, write this gentleman half-face,
No need to daily peace, high section of the breeze has seen.
I told to go back, painting bamboo farewell Weixian gentleman people
Qing-Zheng Banqiao
Throwing the veil to go not for the official, the bag Xiao Xiao two sleeves cold;
Writing to take a branch of thin bamboo, the wind of the river in the fall as a fishing rod.
Bamboo writing
Ming Chen Lianggui
Attentive to ask the bamboo chopsticks, sweetness and bitterness of the first taste;
Taste of other people is good, you empty to go busy.
Following the example of Li Aishan's predecessor
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
Why did the autumn wind search for itself, and find its way into the bamboo;
A piece of sycamore shade, where does the sound of autumn begin?
And the study of the messenger Yu Dianyuan in vain
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
Ten years of Yangzhou as a painter, long will be ochre ink instead of rouge.
Writing about the colorless bamboo and cypress, and selling it to the east wind at an inopportune time.
Weichen County Department of bamboo painting presented to the annual uncle Bao Dazhong Chancellor bracket
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
Nga Zhai lying listening to the Xiao Xiao bamboo, suspected of folk suffering;
Some of the small my Caozhou County officials, a branch of the leaf is always concerned about the feelings.
Bamboo
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
A piece of green shade like a wash, protect the bamboo, why do you need to Jing Qi?
Bamboo is still used as a hedge, and it is better to beg than to ask.
Bamboo
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
The world loves to plant flowers and plants, the old man only planted bamboo,
The frost and snow full of court removed, and sprinkled with new green.
The snow on the bamboo grove overnight, the shadow of the loss of green,
Mo be blown away by the wind, Linglong broken empty jade.
Bamboo
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
A section of a section, a thousand branches save ten thousand leaves;
I do not blossom from the exemption from provoking bees and butterflies.
Painting
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
A bamboo, an orchid, and a stone, with joints, fragrance, and bones,
The hall is full of the wind of a gentleman, and the color of green and verdure is the color of the ages.
There is an orchid, a bamboo, a stone, a section, an aroma, a bone,
When he is against the wind and frost, there is a message of spring.
Painting
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
A gust of wind rolled backward, and the bamboo branches turned back to the sky.
Sweeping clouds and fog is really my business, I don't care about sweeping the ground.
The Monkey King had to come to Cuiyun Mountain again, and this time he turned into the appearance of Princess Iron Fan's husband, the King Bull. Princess Iron Fan did not recognize the real one and took him in. Speaking of the Sun Wukong borrowed fan matter, the fake ox devil king deliberately pounded his chest and said: "pity, pity, how to give that treasure to a sinking ship?" Princess Iron Fan laughed: "The king rests his anger, gave him a fake fan." Fake Bull Demon King to: "Where did you hide the real fan? Carefully look after it, that monkeys change a lot, be careful he cheated again." Princess Iron Fan said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty." She said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty." She spat the real fan out of her mouth, and it was only the size of an apricot leaf. Wukong was overjoyed, and quickly grabbed it in his hand, asking, "This is such a small thing, why can the fan extinguish 800 miles of flames?" Princess Iron Fan said, "Your Majesty, you have been away from home for two years, how can you even forget your own treasure? As long as you recite a phrase, this fan can grow to one foot and two feet in length." Sun Wukong remembered in his heart, the fan in the mouth, the face a wipe, now the original image, and went out of the banana cave. Princess Iron Fan was so angry that she fell to the ground at once.
Appreciation
Turning into the appearance of the Bull Demon King to borrow the fan, this is really a wonderful plan. This subsection describes in detail how the Monkey King went to borrow the banana fan wisely.
The text mainly captures the character's psychology, demeanor, action, such as "deliberately beating his chest", "laughing", "overjoyed", "hastily", etc., through vivid language, such as "pity, pity, how can you give that treasure to the rats to the sinking ship?" etc., image to show us the Monkey King's wit and Princess Iron Fan's stupidity, from beginning to end throughout a "wisdom", so that the process of borrowing the fan more vivid and interesting.
This tells us that the narrative of a thing, grasp the characteristics of the character, the character's psychology, demeanor, action is very necessary
Beauty is not beautiful, the countryside in the water; pro pro pro, the hometown of the people.
The image of the yellow-robed monster after the change:
Elegant in description and lofty in body. Speech more official-like, behavior and hide is a wonderful age. His talent is as easy as Zi Jian's poetry, and his appearance is as light as Pan An's fruit. On his head, he wears a magpie-tailed crown, with dark clouds converging on it; on his body, he wears a jade robe, with wide sleeves floating in the air. Under his feet, he has boots with flowery folds, and a bright luan belt around his waist. The god of abundance is really a strange man, towering gulch Xuan Ang beauty handsome Ying.
The words are really wonderful, the image of a Confucian bachelor portrayed very three-dimensional. From head to foot, surprisingly elegant and dashing! Elegant description, body section lofty, no wonder the emperor could not recognize ah, I'm afraid we see also have to be born out of envy and friendship heart it!
This is a description of the King of the Daughters of a paragraph of the words:
Brows such as emerald feathers, muscle like sheep fat. The face is lined with peach blossom petals and the hair is piled up with golden phoenix silk. The king's face is lined with peach blossom petals, and her hair is piled up with gold phoenix threads. The youth's red silk fluttered with color, and the hairpins showed their brilliance. The beauty of Zhaojun is really better than Xi Shi. The willow waist is slightly spreading its gold pendant, and the lotus steps are lightly moving the jade limbs. It is difficult for Chang'e in the moon to come here, how can a fairy in the nine heavens be like this. The palace makeup is extraordinary, and it is true that the Queen Mother has come down to the Yao Chi.
How, if you are the Longevity Monk, I'm afraid that long ago did not take the scriptures? The first time I've seen this is when I've had a chance to see the world!
Face lined with peach blossom petals, this sentence is great, 'lined' word from the macro write, write the queen's face of the delicate, about the melon face it; 'peach blossom petals', from the microscopic point of view, can be associated with the queen's skin texture of the soft and white smooth.
The rest is even more needless to say! Absolute beauty ah!
The master and disciple talk, do not realize that long into the night.
Sinking palace leakage, shade flower fragrance. Embroidered house hanging bead foil, the court of the fire light. Swing rope cold empty shadow, Qiang flute sound remains quiet four sides. There are flowers around the house, and the moon is shining brightly, and there are no trees in the sky to show the stars. The cuckoo cries and the butterfly dreams. The white clouds return to their hometown. The wind shakes the willow and makes it even more desolate.
This is a passage from the Jade Free Spirit, which mainly alludes to the poor fate of the Princess. I especially appreciate the two lines: the autumn swing is cold and empty, and the Qiang flute is quiet. At this time it is late at night, the jade is dustless, the swing hangs in the air, the cold moon shadow, the weekdays have long gone; late at night, the Qiang flute sound, the sad rhyme unceasingly, more desolate; you moved the side of the hidden heart?
Wearing a gold lacquer jacket, covered with a light red leather armor; tied with a colorful goose yellow brocade skirt, under the reflection of the high bottom shoes. The cloud sideburns half pale flying phoenix wings, earrings double drop treasure pearl row. The earrings are double-decorated with precious pearls. The coloring is still beautiful, and the style is still like that of a young man.
This is the twenty-third depiction of a husband's family name Jia, the mother's family name Mo's image of the woman. You see, one is Jia (false), and the other is Mo (no); only pitying the Eight Precepts.
This paragraph is written quite fluently, with bright and eye-catching colors, focusing on depicting the headdress; the words 'time-like' and 'palace-like' indicate that this woman is still quite fashionable; 'flying phoenix wings '
The last two sentences are more of a finishing touch: the fat powder is not powder is still beautiful, the wind flow is also like a young man! You see, it can be said that half-aged women, charm, no wonder the desperate eight ring to say: "Mother ah, both they refused to recruit me ah, you recruited me to stop!"
The heart of the girl is as firm as a stone, and the nature of the orchid is as delightful as spring.
The face of the woman is lined with a reddish haze, and the lips of the woman are reddish-red in color.
The moth's eyebrow is small, the cicada's temples are new.
If you stand among the flowers, the bees will be mistakenly serious.
Fluttering cui sleeves, tugging the light yellow color skirt: fluttering cui sleeves, low cage of jade bamboo shoots slender; tugging the light yellow color skirt, half revealing the golden lotus narrow
narrow. The body is described as very full, and the movement of the heel is a thousand kinds. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. Turning
Kick a flower out of the wall, step back and turn into a big sea. The light to catch a ball of mud, a single gun in a hurry to the corner. The pearl on the Buddha's head, the real pinch to the tip
. Narrow bricks will take, lying fish will feet? Flat waist and knee squatting, twisting the top and buckling the heel. The bench can be noisy, the shawl is very freeSpilling. The crotch can be twisted to and fro, and the locking collar can be swayed with the swaying of the neck. The yellow river is flowing backward, and the goldfish are bought on the beach.
Makeup, hooks, only one outlaw. The company's website has been updated with the latest news and information on the company's website. When I kicked the ball to the heart of the beauty, the beautiful people all cheered. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll have a chance to see them.
One gas without winter and summer, the three autumns are always injected into the spring. The heat wave is like a boiling cauldron, and the heat wave is like a new soup. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid. Lubrication of the original non-brewing, calm and also since the temperature. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. The best thing about this is that it's not just about the way the world works, it's about the way the world works, and it's about the way the world works.
Fade to put buttons, untie the knot. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. The elbows and shoulders are like ice, and the shoulders are like powder
posted. The belly is soft, the spine is shiny, and the back is clean. The knee and wrist half around the group, the golden lotus three inches narrow. In the middle of a love affair, revealing the wind flow hole.
That is to say, the Tang Sanzang thanks to the dragon subdues the demon, the black water river god open road, teachers and disciples over the black water river, find the road has been coming west. Really is the wind and snow, wearing the moon and stars. Line enough time, and worth the early spring weather. But see:
Three Yang transit, everything is bright. The three yang transit, full of sky bright open picture; all things are bright, all over the place, set up embroidered Yin. 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 ice is gradually breaking up in the mountain springs, and the buds are being released without burn marks. It's exactly that: Tai Hao rides the Zhen, Gou Mang Royal Star; the flowers are fragrant, the wind is warm, the clouds are light and the sunlight is new. The willows by the road are so green-eyed, and the rain is nourishing the spring of ten thousand elephants.
This is a passage from the forty-fourth edition. In my own perception, I feel that Mr. Wu Cheng'en tends to use very few words to paint a picture for people. On this there are two lines: plum remnants of several points of snow, wheat rises a river of clouds. We might as well imagine, this is early spring, as the saying goes, spring is cold, the first warm, a blooming plum blossom is still left on some of the snow has not yet melted, proving the traces of the cold winter; and the spring has come, the flowers and wind warm, the clouds are light and the sun is new, the wheat has been the first to be, a glance, full of the river turquoise, coupled with a slight breeze blowing through the wind swaying, it's really a beautiful picture of ah!
"The water marks close, the mountain bone thin. The red leaves are flying, yellow flowers time. The moon is white and penetrates through the window. The sun is setting in every home, and the lakes are cold and slippery. The white apple is fragrant, the red polygonum is luxuriant. The willows and the valleys are in a state of decay. The wild geese in the deserted village are broken into reed flowers, and the chickens in the wild store are collecting beans and peas."
The text reads:
It is known that evil is caused by the fall of karma, and goodness is born with destiny. The only thing that can cause a person to rise or fall is the person himself. For example, if a laurel is born on a high mountain, the clouds and dew will not hyun its flower; if a lotus is born on a blue wave, the dust will not be able to dye its leaves. It is not the lotus nature of self-cleaning and the quality of the laurel this chastity, good by the attached high, then the micro-objects can not be tired; by virtue of the purity, then the turbid class can not be stained. If the flowers and trees are ignorant, they are good and good, and if the people have knowledge, they would rather not be celebrated than become celebrated. (excerpt)
Fake is real when it's real, and there is nothing that is real when it's not.
The soft threads are floating on the spring trees, and the falling flakes are lightly stained on the embroidered curtains.
The daughter of the girl in the bosom of the house is sorry for the spring, and she is full of sorrows that cannot be released.
Handing the flower hoe out of the embroidered boudoir, bear to step on the fallen flowers again and again to go?
Willow silk and elm Ying are the most beautiful, regardless of the peach and plum fly.
Peach and plum will be back next year, but who will be in the room next year?
The nest was built in March, but the swallows were too merciless.
The next year's flowers can be pecked at, but the nest is empty.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind and the frost and the sword are pressing hard.
How long will it take for the bright and fresh research to be done, and how long will it take to find it?
Flower blossoms are easy to see and hard to find, and it's hard to find them, so I'm worried about killing them in front of the stairs.
Leaning alone on the flower hoe, tears were shed in secret, spilling blood marks on the empty branches.
The azalea is silent as dusk falls, and the hoe returns to cover the door.
The green lamp is shining on the wall, and the cold rain is knocking on the window.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world for a long time.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world for a long time.
Last night, there was a sad song outside the court, I know it was the soul of the flower and the soul of the bird.
The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird is always difficult to stay, the bird has no words and the flower is shy.
I wish I had wings under my arms to fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.
At the end of the sky, where is the fragrant mound?
It is not as if I have a bag to collect my beautiful bones, and a cup of pure earth to hide my wind and flow.
The quality of the original clean to also clean to go, strong in the dirt in the ditch.
It's time for you to die and be buried, but I don't know when I'm going to die.
Yi now buried flowers, people laugh at silly, buried in other years Yi know who?
Watch the flowers fall in the spring, that's when your face will die of old age.
Once the spring is over, the red face will be old, and the flowers will fall and the people will die, and I don't know! ---- Dream of Red Mansions Lin Daiyu's funeral speech
The Yangtze River rolls on, and the waves have exhausted the heroes.
What is right and what is wrong is empty, the green hills are still there, and the setting sun is red for a few times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river, accustomed to see the autumn moon and spring wind.
A pot of turbid wine, happy to meet, how many things in the past and present, all put into a laugh. ---- Romance of the Three Kingdoms
There are so many, especially Dream of Red Mansions, the above are a few poems I like, more see below
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