Wang Jian, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights to Send a Message to Du Langzhong". The full text of this poem is as follows:
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
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The mid-autumn moon shines in the yard, and the ground seems as white as a layer of frost and snow. The crow in the tree stopped making noise and fell asleep. Late at night, the cold autumn dew quietly wet the osmanthus in the court. The bright moon is in the sky tonight, and people are enjoying the moon. I wonder whose home is the vast Qiu Si.
Meeting the Capital is a novel written by Cen Can, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
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Looking east at my hometown, the road is long and Xiu Yuan is awkward; Tears on my face wet my sleeve, but I still can't wipe it off. I met you on horseback on the way, but I wanted to write a letter without paper and pen. I can only ask you to take a message and go home to report peace.
The author of Tianjingsha Qiu Si is Ma Zhiyuan, a writer in Yuan Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
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The withered vines are wrapped around the old trees, and the branches are inhabited by crows returning to their nests at dusk. Under the small bridge, there are several families by the running water. On the ancient and desolate road, the autumn wind is bleak, and a tired thin horse carries me forward. The sun is setting slowly, and the extremely sad traveler is still wandering at the end of the world.
To My Friends and Harmony was written by Wei, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
We met in the flowers, parted in the flowers, and a year later, there were flowers here again.
How to predict my fate, the world is far away, only the hazy spring sorrow makes me sleep on the pillow.
Sick body makes me want to retire to the countryside, watching the exiles ashamed of the salary of the country.
I heard that you were going to meet me here. I went to the west wing to see some circles looking at the moon.
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I remember last spring, when the flowers were blooming, I met you and parted. After a year, it's flowering season again. Anything could happen. The worries of spring make me feel gloomy and it is difficult to sleep at night. I miss the countryside because of my poor health. There are still displaced people in the city, which is really a disgrace to the official micro-salary. I heard that you want to visit me. I've been waiting for months in the west building.
The author of Homecoming is Xue Daoheng, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
It has been seven days in spring, and I have been away from home for two years.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
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The poet came to the south at the end of the old year and suddenly entered the seventh day of the first month of the new year. Although the time is short, the old year and the new year have passed. The contrast between seven days and two years expresses the poet's homesickness. Wild geese are migratory birds and return to the north every spring. At this time, the geese flew back to the north from the south, but did not go home, falling behind the geese; The flowers in the early spring in the south of the Yangtze River were originally pleasant, but I was even more melancholy before the flowers because I was homesick.
Smelling flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night is the work of Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
Who flies in the flute and scatters into the east wind of Los Angeles?
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
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Whose courtyard is the jade flute flying out of? Enter the spring breeze and float over the ancient city of Luoyang. Who can't help but miss their hometown when they hear the music of "Folding Willow" on the night of their stay?
"The North Castle Hills Down" was written by Wang Wan, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
Castle Peak, my boat and I, along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
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Travelers pass through the desolate Gubei Mountain, and ships follow the blue river. At high tide, the banks of the river are flush with the river and very open. Sail before the wind just hung the sail high. The night is not over, a red sun has risen from the sea, spring is early on the river, and the old year has not passed the New Year. How to convey a letter sent to my hometown? Goose returning to the north, please help me take it home and bring it back to Luoyang.
Write southern poems, write northern poems, hurry up! ! ! South: The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
North: The window contains Xiling Snow, at the entrance of Wu Dong Wan Li Boating.
Poems describing snow in the south and snow in the north are better than 1. Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's hometown in the snow in the Tang Dynasty.
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear. (Difficult to do: still writing)
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Explanation:
The north wind swept across the earth, breaking the white grass, and it snowed heavily in the sky in August in Saibei.
The spring breeze seems to blow up overnight, and the trees are in full bloom like pear blossoms.
Snowflakes flew into the bead curtain and wet the curtain. Fox fur was too thin to keep warm and covered with brocade quilt.
The general's hands are too cold to open the bow, and his armor is too cold to put on.
The endless desert is covered with thick ice, and the sky in Wan Li is filled with gloomy clouds.
The coach put the wine in the account as a farewell party to return the guests, and the Huqin Pipa Qiangdi played an ensemble.
At night, the snow in front of Yuanmen kept falling, the red flag froze and the wind could not move.
Take you back to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. Tianshan road was covered with heavy snow when I went there.
You have disappeared from the winding mountain road, leaving only a line of horseshoe prints in the snow.
2, "Jueju" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Explanation:
Two orioles sang among the green willows, and a line of egrets went straight into the blue sky.
Sitting by the window, you can see the Millennium Snow in Xiling, and the Wan Li ship from Soochow is moored at the door.
3. "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow" Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
Explanation:
Twilight is boundless, and I feel the mountain road is far away. It's freezing in the cold, and I feel very poor to stay in someone else's house.
Suddenly, I heard a dog barking in Chai Men. It should be the owner's snowy night.
4, "Chun Xue" Tang Dynasty: Han Yu
The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds.
Snow is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees.
Explanation:
A new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. Until February, we were surprised to find that some grass sprouted.
Snow also thinks that spring is too late, so it deliberately turns into a flower and flies around among the trees in the yard.
5. "Six Xiasai, the First Song" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass.
Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality.
The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night.
I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.
Explanation:
In May, the mountains were still covered with snow, with only the cold and no flowers.
Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", which has never been seen in reality.
The soldiers fought to the death with the enemy in the golden drum during the day, but slept with their saddles at night.
I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can pacify the frontier as soon as possible and make contributions to the country.
6. "Xue Mei II" Song Dynasty: Lu Meipo
Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry.
The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.
Explanation:
Only plum blossoms without snowflakes seem to have no spiritual temperament. If it snows without poetry, it will be tacky.
When I wrote this poem at sunset in winter evening, it just snowed again. Then look at the plum blossom snowflakes in full bloom, as gorgeous and vibrant as spring.
Ask for a poem about the south and the north in a childhood textbook! South and north
Wandering in the south wind,
It's my yearning.
The north that raised me,
It has become a desirable place.
I use litchi in the south,
Miss the sorghum in the north.
With the enthusiasm of the south,
Miss the desolation in the north.
Learned to speak southern dialect,
Sing like a bird,
I want to listen to my fellow villagers.
The roughness of the whip.
When there is no season.
There is no cold city to run around,
I'd rather it snows,
Back to my hometown
I have read Jiangnan, where Fei Ying grass grows.
Reread the scenery of the north.
Hometown lacking color,
Makes me happy and sad.
Although there is a heatable adobe sleeping platform in the north when I was a child,
The south is the battlefield of my life.
My youth,
Has become a landscape in the south,
My love,
Has developed in the south.
My home is in the south,
My parents live in the north.
And traveled all the way to Wan Li to return to the north.
But I'll never get back to the night I left.
I am like a migratory bird,
Living in the south and the north.
My heart is bound by thoughts like a kite,
Also tied to dreams.
Maybe my descendants,
Will come to the south like me.
Travel back to the north.
My soul,
But only between north and south.
Come and go.
The familiar and unfamiliar south,
My kind and the far north.
The familiar and unfamiliar south,
My kind and the far north.
Is it the song that the landlord is looking for? More? Thank you, but I can't.
My south and north
Snowflakes are still floating in Daxinganling, willow branches on both sides of the Yangtze River have sprouted, and flowers are blooming everywhere on Hainan Island. How vast our motherland is!
Since I met the surging river, I have known my south and north.
Since I knew the big river, I have known my north and south.
My north and south are very close, so close to each other across the bank.
My north and south are too far apart for me to measure with my feet.
The geese fly south, shortening my north and south with their wings.
Swallows return, holding spring mud to express my north and south.
My south is also the south of Liu Yong and Li Yu. A river of spring water flows eastward, leaving a beautiful past and fragrance like falling flowers. When I woke up from my dream, the sadness that was fixed on the waning moon in Yang Liuan was destined to be fixed on the sad face of a talented woman and a beautiful woman in the south. ...
My north is also the north of Li Bai and Gao Shi. Smoke billowed and horses waved reins. In the flying snow in August in Hu-day, northern soldiers riding horses and drinking wine are marching into the battlefield with swords and swords. All the victories and defeats finally turned into rows of Populus euphratica under the boundary of Lengyue. ...
I walked through Huangshan, Lushan, Emei and Yandang, looking for my south. My south is hidden in the depths of Wupeng boat, Qingshiqiao and oiled paper umbrella. In the shadow of Qinhuai River, I stare at my south. In the bell of Hanshan Temple, I listen to my south. In the soft waves of Fuchun River, I embraced my south. My south! Apricot blossoms and spring rain, small bridges and flowing water, and grass grows in Fei Ying.
I walked through Tianshan Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Changbai Mountain and Taihang Mountain, looking for my north. My north is hidden in the depths of loess kilns, window paper and yurts. On the Gobi desert, I sang side by side with my north. In the snowy Xing 'an Mountains beyond the Great Wall, I meditated and stared at my north. In the vast Shanhaiguan, my north and I are strong enemies. My north! Lonely smoke in the desert, sunset in the long river, loud and clear.
People say that I am rich in the south, but the ancient rice fields and thousands of miles of water towns were watered by my parents with sweat and tears, and brewed by reformers with courage and wisdom. Whether it is the famous land of plenty or Xiaogang in Shenzhen and Wenzhou, those shining names are actually engraved on the wrinkles of mom and dad.
Everyone said that I was poor in the north, but I clearly heard the drums rumbling to revitalize the old northeast and develop the northwest. I heard the labor horn Ansai waist drum resounding through the Jiuqu Yellow River. Hearing the old machine tool that has been breathing for many years, I began to sing happily again. I heard my father's sonorous footsteps after he brushed away the sweat with his rough big hands. I know, you're awake, my north.
From ancient times to the present, the surging river is like a string, plucking many ups and downs and vicissitudes.
In the southeast wind, I hit banana in the south rain, and the lotus fragrance floated lightly, graceful and melodious.
In the sound of the northwest wind, my northern snow is floating on the wasteland, with a waist drum ringing, majestic and arrogant.
My south and north!
My north and south!
Our hometown and paradise forever!
How's this? . . . . .
Not exactly. The song I'm looking for refers to a little debate in front:
You say the south is good, and I say the north is good.
Poetry that is not too literary is, after all, the appreciation level of primary school students.
Help me find it again.
I tried all kinds of search methods, rummaged through many websites and libraries, but I still couldn't find a poem that fits the theme of the landlord, alas! I am just a poor scholar, and I wish I could not study for more than two years. I'm ashamed. Please forgive me. ......
North and South, which poem can sum up their own beauty "Bodhisattva Xia" Wei Zhuang?
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old. The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.
The Peony Pavilion by Tang Xianzu
As the morning and evening flies, the pavilions, wind and rain films and smoke waves draw boats, what Jinping people especially see is shame.
Liu Yong, Wang Haichao and Southeast Victory
Southeast Xingsheng, Wusan City and Qiantang have been prosperous since ancient times, with hundreds of thousands of people painting bridges and wind curtains and green curtains. Clouds and trees surround the dike sand, and the raging waves roll frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless. The city is full of jewels, and every household in Luo Qi is competing for beauty.
Thick lakes overlap and are clear. There are Sanqiu cassia seed and Shili Lotus. Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus. A thousand riders have high teeth. Drunk to listen to the flute and drum, enjoy the haze. The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast.
Kong Renshang of Peach Blossom Fan
You remember the Qingxi Half-mile Bridge. There was no old red board, and there were too few people in the autumn water, only one tree and one willow bent down.
This is the desolate Jiangnan after the collapse of Nanming.
North: "Swinging a sword can attract the strength of Yan, Zhao, Qin and Dragon."
Guan Shanyue, Li Bai
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
"Zhu Yingtai near Gu Bei Pavilion" York
The smoke is horizontal and the fog is gathering. Victory is almost divided into two parts. The moon is ringing and the wind is crazy. Closing the river is infinitely sad, and it is painful to learn from it. It's frost and autumn dust.
Have a look. I am keen on the battlefield in Wan Li, and my career is frequent. Throughout the ages, the north and the south have been restricted by natural barriers. Who leans against the new sound of the building, the heavy city is built. Remember, there are more in Xizhou.
Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Liu Zhou Song Touchang Wang Huai Section"
Looking at the long Huaihe River, the traffic is surging, and there is a Ma Pingchuan. The dust is dark, the frost is thick and the sound is quiet. The dark needle solidifies. Recalling the past, near the sky, inhuman; In our sight, string songs and land are also fishy. Waterproof felt country, under the setting sun, cattle and sheep flock together, and the area is vertical and horizontal. People were surprised to see the famous Wang Xiao hunting, riding a fire to make clear pictures, beating drums and wailing.
Read the arrow at the waist, the sword in the box, empty the cockroach, how can it be realized! Time is easy to lose, but when you are strong inside, your age will be zero. The mysterious Beijing God. Dry feather Fang Huaiyuan, quiet and quiet, died. Crown makes, flock, if it is love! It is said that the old friends in the Central Plains always look south and are beautiful in jade. Make pedestrians here, loyal and angry, with tears.
Xin Qiji, the twelve brothers of He Xinlang's Biemao family.
The general suffered repeated battles and defeats, and his reputation was ruined. He went to He Liang and returned to Wan Li, so his old friend died. Xiaoxiaosha is rustling, the west wind is cold, and everyone is dressed like snow. It is a strong man, and the elegy is not thorough. The singing bird knows how annoying it is, but it didn't expect it to shed tears and blood. Who * * * me, drunk on the moon.
The Significance of My North-South Poetry My North-South Poetry
The 11th July Recitation Art Festival and the 5th China University Students Recitation Competition Finals.
Selected Works of Broadcasting and Hosting College of China Communication University
Narrator: Snowflakes are still flying in Daxinganling, willow branches on both sides of the Yangtze River have sprouted, and flowers are blooming everywhere on Hainan Island. How vast our motherland is!
Ever since I knew the big river, I have known my south and north.
Since I knew the big river, I have known my north and south.
My south and north are very close, close to each other across the bank;
My north and south are too far apart for me to measure with my feet.
The geese fly south, shortening my north and south with their wings;
Swallows return, holding spring mud to express my north and south.
My south is also the south of Liu Yong and Li Yu. A river of spring water flows eastward, leaving a beautiful past and fragrance like falling flowers. When I woke up from my dream, the sadness that was fixed on the waning moon in Yang Liuan was destined to be fixed on the sad face of a talented woman and a beautiful woman in the south. ...
My north is also the north of Li Bai and Gao Shi. Smoke billowed and horses waved reins. In the flying snow in August, the northern soldiers riding horses and drinking wine are marching into the battlefield of swords and shadows. All the victories and defeats finally turned into rows of Populus euphratica under the boundary of Lengyue. ...
I once walked through Huangshan, Hengshan, Emei and Yandang to find my south, but my south was hidden in the depths of Wupeng boat, Qingshiqiao and oil-paper umbrella. In the shadow of Qinhuai River, I stare at my south; In the bell of Hanshan Temple, I listen to my south; In the soft waves of Fuchun River, I embraced my south. My south! Apricot blossoms and spring rain, small bridges and flowing water, and grass grows in Fei Ying.
I walked through Tianshan Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Changbai Mountain and Taihang Mountain, looking for my north. My north is hidden in the depths of loess kilns, window paper and yurts. On the Gobi desert, I sang side by side with my north; In Xing 'anling, where the snow is flying beyond the Great Wall, I meditate and stare at my north; In the vast Shanhaiguan, my north and I are strong enemies. My north! Lonely smoke in the desert, sunset in the long river, loud and clear.
People say that I am rich in the south, but the 10,000-mu paddy fields and thousands of miles of water towns were watered by my parents with sweat and tears and brewed by reformers with courage and wisdom. Whether it's the famous land of fish and rice, or Shenzhen, Wenzhou and Xiaogang, those shiny names are actually carved with axes and knives and printed on the wrinkles of mom and dad!
Everyone said that I was poor in the north, but I clearly heard it, and I heard the drums rumbling to revitalize the old northeast and develop the northwest; Hearing the old machine tool that has been discontinued for many years, it began to sing happily again; I heard the sound of labor horn and Ansai waist drum ringing all over the Yellow River in Jiuqu (qū); I heard my father's sonorous footsteps after he brushed away the sweat with rough hands ... I know, you are awake, my north!
From ancient times to the present, the surging river is like a string, playing many ups and downs and vicissitudes;
From ancient times to the present, the surging river is like a string, plucking many ups and downs and vicissitudes.
In the southeast wind, I hit the banana in the south rain, and the lotus fragrance floated lightly, graceful and melodious!
In the sound of the northwest wind, my northern snow floats on the wasteland, and my waist drum is deafening, majestic and arrogant!
My south and north,
My north and south,
My hometown and paradise forever!
Ask for a poem 1, when those red berries come in spring and blush on your southern branches, in which a northern man misses a southern woman. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
2. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
When you ask about the untimely return date, late rain will rise in the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
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