I'm not going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.

Du Mu "Send Yangzhou Han Chuo Judge" 15. The peace was originally set by the general, not allowed to see the general peace.

The Water Margin 16. With heaven and earth Ruoxi than life, with the sun and moon Ruoxi with light.

Qu Yuan, "Chu Rhetoric. Nine Chapters. The river" 17. A body to serve the country has ten thousand deaths, sideburns to the people no longer green.

Lu You, "Night at the Water Village" 18. A ride on the red dust, no one knows is lychee.

Du Mu's "The Exhaustive Verse on Passing the Huaqing Palace" (过华清宫绝句) 19. A piece of flying flowers, but spring, the wind drifting ten thousand points is worrying.

Du Fu's "Qujiang" 20. A remnant of the sun is spread over the water, and half of the river is red.

Bai Juyi "Twilight River Yin" 21.

Lu Xun 22. The small lotus is only showing its sharp tip, there are dragonflies falling on the head.

Yang Wanli, "Small Pond" 23. First the world's worries, after the world's joy and happiness.

Fan Zhongyan, "Records of Yueyang Tower" 24. The setting sun is infinitely good, but only near dusk.

Li Shangyin, "Le You Yuan" 25. The boundless falling water is under the Xiaoxiao, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling.

Du Fu 26. I recommend Xuan Yuan with my blood Lu Xun 27. Tile pots do not leave the well broken, generals can not avoid the death of the formation.

Water Margin 28.

One of the two poems of Mulan 29.

Du Fu, "The water on the river is like the sea," 30.

Li Bai "will enter the wine" 31.

Su Shi "Butterfly Lovers" 32! Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" (The Line of the Pipa) 33.

Yu Qian "Lime Yin" 34. lonely boat Demoiselle Weng, fishing alone in the cold river snow.

Liu Zongyuan, "River Snow" 35.

My Fair Lady, Gentleman's Marty.

The Classic of Poetry 36. Suddenly the spring breeze comes, and thousands of pear blossoms bloom.

Cen Sen, "Returning the Judge to the Capital on the Occasion of White Snow" (白雪歇送武判官回京) 37.

Bai Juyi's Spring Walk on Qiantang Lake 38.

Zhao Yi's "On Poetry" (论诗)

39.

Yu Wenbao's "Record of the Clear Night" 40. The Yellow River is a river of 10,000 miles of sand, and the waves and winds are from the end of the world.

Liu Yuxi's "Nine Songs of the Waves and Sands" 41. The nine states are alive with the spring thunder, and the ten thousand horses are all mute.

I urge the God of Heaven to be more vigorous, and not to confine himself to a single pattern of descending talents.

One of Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems on the Occasion of the 60th Anniversary of the Birth of a Son" (己亥杂诗) 42.

The Analects of Confucius - Yan Yuan 43.

The Analects of Confucius - Shui Er (述而) 44.

*** 45. The old steed in the stable still aspires to gallop a thousand miles; the martyr in his twilight years, the heart is not yet strong.

Cao Cao 46. The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is bright in the hometown.

Du Fu, "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night" 47.

Qu Yuan, "Li Sao" 48. Falling sun and a lone duck fly together, the autumn water **** long sky a color Wang Bo, "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion" 49. Four hundred and eighty temples in the South, how many buildings and platforms in the smoke and rain.

Du Mu, "Jiangnan Spring" 50. The man has tears, only because he has not yet reached the sad place.

Li Kaixian's "Sword and Soul" (宝剑记) 51.

The Records of the Grand Historian (史记-苏秦列传). 52. Warm winds make tourists drunk, and make Hangzhou as Bianzhou.

Lin Sheng's "Title Lin'an Residence" 53.

Tao Yuanming's "Residence" (移居) 54.

Du Fu "Shu Xiang" 55. Three armies can seize the marshal, but not a man can seize the will.

The Analects of Confucius - Zihan 56. People have sadness and joy, the moon has a clear and sunny round and short, this matter is difficult to complete, but I wish people long, thousands of miles *** Canyuan Juan.

Su Shi, "Song of Water" 57. If there is love in heaven, heaven is old.

*** 58. Thousands of hammers and ten thousand chisels out of the mountains, the fire burns if idle.

Yu Qian, "Lime Chant" (石灰吟) 59.

Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" 60.

Feng Menglong, "Ancient and Modern Novels" (古今小说). 61.

Su Shi's "Wash the Children" 62.

By Li Bai, "Wine will enter the bottle" 63.

By Wen Tianqi, "Crossing Zero Ding Yang" 64.

He Zhizhang's "The Book of Even Returning to the Countryside" (回乡偶书), written by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty. 65.

Li Bai's "Sending a Friend" (送友人) in the Tang Dynasty. 66.

Tang Dynasty - Du Fu, "A Walk Alone by the River in Search of Flowers" (江畔独步寻花) 67.

Tang Du Fu "Water Threshold" (水槛遣心) 68.

Tang Dynasty - Yang Juyuan "Early Spring in the East of the City" 69.

Tang Dynasty - Wang Wei "Watching the Hunting" 70.

Tang Meng Haoran, "Past the Old Man's Village" 71.

I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.

I don't know where to get the frost in the bright mirror?

Tang Bai Juyi "Charcoal Seller" 73.

The Analects of Confucius 74. After combing and washing, leaning alone on the river watch tower, after all the thousands of sails are not, slanting sunshine pulse water leisurely, intestinal break Dioscorea.

Tang Wen Tingjun "Looking at the South of the River" 75.

Song Zeng Gongliang, "Staying at the Manna Temple Monk's House" (宿甘露寺僧舍) 76.

Song Zhou Dunyi, "I Love Lotus" (爱莲说) 77. The general died in a hundred battles, and the brave man returned in ten years.

"Mulan Poetry" (乐府诗集-木兰诗) 78.

Song Lu You, "Ten ...

There is no need to talk about the green vegetable beds, smooth stone wells, tall soapberry trees, purple mulberries; there is no need to talk about the cicadas chanting in the leaves, the fat wasps in the cauliflower, the light and swift caller (larks) suddenly scampered from the grass straight to the clouds.

Just the short area around the mud wall is a lot of fun.

The lacewing sings and the crickets play.

If you turn over the broken bricks, you will sometimes find centipedes; there are also spotted fibers, and if you press your finger on their spine, they will shoot out a puff of smoke from their posterior orifices with a clap.

The vine is intertwined with the lily of the valley, and the lily of the valley has a lotus-like fruit, while the lily of the valley has a swollen root.

Some people say that the root of the heshouwu is like a man, eat it can become immortal, so I often pull it up, pulling it up continuously, and also once broke the mud wall, but never saw a piece of root like a man.

If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, like small coral beads into a small ball, sour and sweet, color and taste are far better than the mulberry.

The winter garden is relatively tasteless; once the snow, it is a different story.

Pat snowman (the full shape of their own printed on the snow) and molded snow Lohan need to be appreciated, this is a deserted garden, rare, so it is not appropriate, had to come to catch birds.

Thin snow is no good; it must cover the ground for a day or two, and the birds will have no place to feed for a long time.

We can sweep away a piece of snow to expose the ground, and use a short stick to support a large bamboo sieve, under which we can spread some grain, tie a long rope to the stick, and hold it far away from the birds, watching them come down to peck for food, and then when they come to the bottom of the bamboo sieve, they can pull the rope, and then it will be covered.

But the result is mostly sparrows, but also white-cheeked "Zhang Fei bird", the nature of the very restless, can not be raised overnight.

This is the method taught by Leonto's father, but I can't quite use it.

When I saw them going in, I pulled the rope and ran to see that there was nothing, and after half a day's hard work, I caught only three or four of them.

Leap Leap's father caught dozens of them in half a day, and put them in a forked bag, screaming and banging.

I once asked him the reason for his success or failure, and he only laughed quietly and said, "You are too eager to wait for it to go to the center.

Where the national hand, are able to bring back the dead, we walked through the door of the doctor, often see such a flat forehead.

Now is a little concession, even the doctor himself said: "Western medicine is long in surgery, Chinese medicine is long in internal medicine.

"But not only was there no Western medicine in S. City at that time, but no one had ever thought that there was such a thing as Western medicine in the world, so whatever it was, it had to be done by the disciples of the first disciple of Xuanyuan Qibao.

At the time of Xuanyuan, there was no distinction between witchcraft and medicine, so until now, his disciples still see ghosts and feel that "the tongue is the spiritual seedling of the heart".

This is the fate of the Chinese people, which even famous doctors cannot cure.

Tokyo is no different.

When the cherry blossoms in Ueno are in full bloom, they do look like crimson clouds, but underneath the blossoms there are also groups of "Chinggook students" in crash courses, with big braids on their heads, so that the tops of their hats rise up high, forming a Mount Fuji.

There are also dissolved pigtails, coiled flat, in addition to the cap, the oil can be seen, like a little girl's hair bun in general, but also the neck to twist a few times.

It is very beautiful.

It is probably the most expensive thing in the world.

Beijing's cabbage shipped to Zhejiang, will be tied with a red rope to the root of the vegetable, hanging upside down in the head of the fruit store, honored as the "rubber vegetable"; Fujian wild aloe vera, as soon as the arrival of Beijing, please enter the greenhouse, and beautifully called "agave".

I was also treated quite favorably in Sendai. Not only did the school not charge tuition, but a few of the staff also took care of my food and lodging.

I first stayed in an inn next to the prison. It was cold in early winter, but there were many mosquitoes, so I covered my body with a quilt, wrapped my head and face with clothes, and left only two nostrils to breathe.

In this breathless place, mosquitoes have no way to insert the mouth, actually sleep peacefully.

The food was not bad.

But a gentleman thought that this inn also took care of the prisoners' meals? It is not expedient for me to dwell there, and I have said so several times, several times.

Although I thought it was irrelevant for me to have an inn to take care of the prisoners' meals, I could not refuse, so I had to look for another place to stay.

So I moved to another house, which was far away from the prison, but unfortunately I had to drink the unpalatable soup of taro stalks every day.

But somehow I still remember him, and of all the people I consider my mentors, he is the one I am most grateful to, and the one who gave me encouragement.

Sometimes I often think: his ardent hope for me, tireless teaching, in a small sense, is for China, that is, I hope that China has a new medicine; in a larger sense, is for the academic, that is, I hope that the new medicine to China.

His character, in my eyes and heart, is great, though his name is not known to many.

His corrected lectures, which I once ordered in three thick books, will remain as a permanent memorial.

Unfortunately, when I moved seven years ago, I destroyed a bookcase and lost half of it, and it so happened that the sermon was also lost.

I asked the Transportation Bureau to look for it, but there was no reply.

Only his picture still hangs on the east wall of my Beijing apartment, opposite my desk.

Whenever I was tired at night and wanted to be lazy, I looked up in the light and saw his thin, dark face, which seemed to be about to speak out in a staccato manner, which made me suddenly realize my conscience and increased my courage, so I lit up a cigarette, and went on to write some more words that were abhorrent to the "righteous" people.

The beautiful Regulus Lake is a beautiful lake.

For many years, she is like a graceful and elegant girl, snuggling in the side of the Yellow Emperor City, listening to the wind and leaves of the conversation, listening to the forest and the waves of the shouting ...... car out of Zhuo Lu County, across the Sanggan River, then melted headlong into the diabolical green clouds and fog.

That new paved alum wild tourism highway, flat show show, curved, all the way to the sky.

Climbed over a beam, over a mountain, the eyes suddenly bright, ah, the mysterious Regulus Lake, set clamp in this high hilly area.

Looking around, the mountains hold the water, the water snuggled up to the mountains, it can be said that the mountains and the water are dependent on each other, the water and the mountains in one color.

Ah, Regulus Lake! You are a beautiful poem, you are a *** burning painting, you are a magnificent colorful dream! Get off the foot, look through the water color, that lake rippling, water color soft, flat as a mirror, quiet as a virgin, dusty, four fields quiet.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, sunrise and sunset, sunny, rain and snow, the lake water color should be changed, with the scenery and move, or turquoise, or blue, or milky white, or bright red, or golden ...... morning, it is the sunrise is red.

That red sun, that haze, spewing out.

Like a sharp arrow, diagonally through the air floating clouds, such as a spotlight, piercing the mist between the mountains, the lake water suddenly Tongyun Feidu, heaven and earth as a whole, through the sky red through the fog rising, a brilliant.

The east and north shores of the Regulus Lake are stone embankments made of various colored stones.

The south and west banks are poplar reflection, clumps of green willow embankment, undoubtedly added to the lake three beauty and beautiful.

Walking on the winding lake embankment, along the colorful ancient paved paved road step by step, it will lead you to the ancient Huangdi City East City Wall.

Looking around, the ancient capital is vast and far away, pale and bleak.

Here once gave birth to the Chinese civilization, but now it has become a distant story, become a fragment of the national history of the text ...... However, this all stems from this soil, this water, is rich loess retained the migratory footsteps of the patriarchs, is sufficient water to moisturize the hoarse throat of the patriarchs.

It is the bonding of water and soil, only to create pottery and grains, cities and fortresses, such as the dependence of human survival, only to give birth to thousands of shouting and fighting.

Ah, here is the magnificent event, here is the glorious epic, which is the heroic salute! The sun is setting, the evening sun bathed in the Regulus Lake, the sun's afterglow reflected in the water wrinkled with the wind, the whole lake is like a golden-red, golden-red phosphorus flakes flickering, from big to small, and has been floating into the distance.

The south side of the Regulus Lake is the magical Huangdi Spring, which is one of the main water sources of the Regulus Lake.

It is this spring that gives aura to the yellow land, which has been in drought for ten years.

It doesn't freeze in winter, doesn't rot in summer, doesn't dry up in long droughts, and doesn't overflow in floods.

So the history books say: "Flatland gushing retention, gathering and not overflowing.

"Later, people in order to use the water source, the bottom of the spring paved 10 aqueduct, so that the clear spring water carrying the mystery of ancient times, flow into the turquoise Regulus Lake, flow into a radiant circle of eight villages, tens of thousands of mouths of human and animal feeding, out of the two annual production capacity of 3,000 tons and 6,000 tons of mineral water plant, out of the tens of thousands of acres of yellow land in the fresh, out of the The economic value is incalculable.

In the west of the Yellow Emperor Spring, is the intoxicating heartstrings of the tourism garden.

In the garden, there are rows and rows of peach and plum trees, and a variety of specialty grapes.

Looking around, a tree a torch, a grape a emerald, really full of fire, full of drunkenness.

This scene reminds us of the poem written by Comrade Tao Chun when he visited Zhuo Lu Longan Grapes in his early years: "Two high mountains peak to peak, ten thousand racks of grapes ten thousand dragons.

The dragons on the mountain play with pearls, and the grapes are red onyx.

The colorful and fascinating, like walking into a crystal palace.

"Yes, this is what a wonderful mood ah! Walking on the yellow soil covered by the forest, emitting a fresh and moist earthy smell everywhere, feeling the drumming of the lake and the filling of the streams everywhere, and feeling the illusion of this good mountain and beautiful water.

The village in my hometown is my childhood, the memory of poverty, bleak, broken and primitive village and life on the heart.

The heartache of the day is engraved in my childhood; only the stream in front of the house, flowing years trickling time, but also my memory of childhood and youth.

My father worked, my mother worked, and the days were filled with hard work and bitter cold and hardship, and I spent them in dire straits.

The good thing is that the brook flows in spring, fall, winter and summer, summer and fall, three volts in the river to wash, easy and fast.

Winter and spring three nine cold days, the ice sealed the river, walk to and from the ice, easy to walk through.

Four seasons flow, are recorded village people passing camping and farming harvest figure.

Lunar New Year's Eve, digging a decision ice (pony), to dec in the Lunar New Year's Day under the table, diffuse melting in the years.

The stream is so season after season, generation after generation from the village people heart flow.

Finally, it dried up one day in the late 1990s, and no water has flowed since.

From then on, I did not hear any more complaints from people who crossed the river in front of my house.

Could it be that the sad past of the village river dried up, is for the village people good to go; could the desertification spread to the south-east of Longnan climate humid and pleasant two yin area on the Guiqi my hometown? The drying up of the creek, from this talk out of the village and the village people's vision, but also lost a lot of my childhood and teenage memories and dreams.

A ditch and two slopes in the winter and summer cool two miles long village, from now on on the wings of the flight, finally, because in the "open, reform" years, the whole village moved to the ditch outside of the two miles of the open Chuan, only with the original village adjacent to the Chuan area, wide areas of the provincial highway on both sides of the highway, the construction of a new village outlines, the village people built a fashionable brick structure of flat-roofed style homes. Structure of the flat-roofed style homes, beautiful walls, houses to the sun, watching TV is no longer for the reception of the signal and worry, but also completely out of the history of the ditch in the slope is large, by the landslides of the Wixie and can not pass the automobile road of the trap, and from now on to live the ideal of modern life.

For there is a small river next to my nearest two long-flowing springs, but also in the original place non-stop day and night flow, in the past, the village people in the morning and evening lined up to take the water, but not, there is no longer the figure of laughter and bustle, become a silent valley, only a trickle of streams once, flowed through my memories of my childhood and partners around the embankment water catching fish play scenes, also gone and never come back.

The old village everything is not in, two meters wide creek dried up, people moved no, the road is also small no, only left the original old courtyard of each household, crooked walls, trees accompanied by the old house and the memory of the village in the past life of the shadow of the village people to support.

Nowadays, all the people in their own homes after the demolition of the old yard excavated and planted into a variety of crops, only the river does not flow *** in the riverbed, looking forward to the rainy season of the abundant floods can be moistened once.

I remember that once upon a time the river, in front of my house, there is a village people carrying water and up and down the village road, every spring, full of river bank frozen thaw, afternoon a river bank of mud Zeguo, to the people passing by difficult, especially for a long time around the women carrying water and laundry, the road walking is too difficult; can not walk through and love to walk this road, are necessary in order to eat water and laundry, the road even more bad have to wade! The women are not the only ones who have to go to the village to get water.

The village river is the mother river of the village people, with a heavy history, also dipped in the water of the village river to write the history of the suffering of each household life, the seasonal management of the day, the years of iteration of the spring to winter.

Only non-stop labor, hard to spend, is the hometown of yesterday.

The last few generations of villagers, willing to stay in the ditch in the bitter, talk about "real work, hard work plus skillful work", not afraid of "hair white, waist bent, bone crisp", for fear of losing every inch of the house and a few minutes of the foot of the thin field, and then the difficulties have to hold on to, and indeed there are difficulties rely on friends and neighbors, relatives and houses to help each other take care of. Neighbors, relatives help each other care, as long as the life, but also never leave, do not abandon this piece of the Department of life of the native land.

Xiamen is a civilized and elegant city.

I love Xiamen.

But I prefer the South Lake Park near my home.

Because it is like the backyard of my home.

In the spring, I like the green wind in the South Lake Park, the spring wind hides and hides and plays hide-and-seek with me.

The spring breeze blows green all the beauty of South Lake Park.

The willows are sprouting and tender.

The grass is poking its head out of the ground and looking around.

At this time of year, there are more people on spring trips and enjoying flowers.

I also like the summer nights.

Because it's the best time to catch bugs.

When I lie down on the little stone chair, I can hear the little bugs having a concert! That's when the frogs came from the pond too.

It turned out that the little frogs were also having a concert!

The chrysanthemums are in bloom, red, yellow and purple, like little colorful pom-poms.

Dad took me to fly a kite.

My father held it in his hand, and I stood far away and said "fly".

When the line was tightened and loosened, the kite flew up in the air.

The kite gradually rose above the treetops.

The kite flew higher and higher, and danced in the air, as if it was enjoying the beauty of autumn with us.

In winter, it is cold and windy.

All the leaves in the park have fallen off, every tree is bare, and the birds are no longer chirping.

In addition to the people who come to exercise in the park in the morning, there is only a big hippo seems to be not afraid of the cold, day and night, standing alone, guarding the entire South Lake Park.

I also made a plan, in order to exercise the body, enhance physical fitness, every day after finishing homework always go to the park with my father to run.

At that time, I just felt the cold wind blowing in my ears, and I opened my arms while running to feel the cold winter wind.

I love Xiamen, and I love the South Lake Park in my neighborhood.

I hope that many people come to Xiamen to play in South Lake Park and enjoy the beauty of South Lake Park all year round

Reprinted from the composition of a large network ? Qing Shui Xuan Yuan Lake Essay