Prose
In the early spring, Jiangnan, which is full of lush grass, pink and green, walked from the moonlight-hazy Maple Bridge to the misty and rainy Xizi Lake, and watched the whole Jiangnan immersed in the drizzle, just like a woman who looked forward to it, leaning against the building and looking across the horizon, but it was always melancholy.
In such a rainy season, walk in the misty drizzle with an oil-paper umbrella, and watch the pear blossoms in Xiangxuehai, which are full of branches, and the peach blossoms in Shan Ye, which reflect red, soak in the boundless misty rain; Look at the scattered lilacs in the rain lane, and see the colorful falling English floating in the misty rain, mixed with the water vapor coming from the face; Watch the catkins churning by the west lake and listen to the sweet warblers in the waves; Walking on the broken bridge, I think back to the eternal love in those days, the story that the water flooded the Jinshan Temple, and the lovers were not married. It seems that just yesterday, the former Yingying whispered and still floated in my ears ... < P > I like to walk alone in the corner of the south of the Yangtze River in this season, facing the intermittent spring rain. From the small bridge in Gusu, a water town, to the carved beams and painted buildings along the Qinhuai River, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, listening to the sound of oars and watching the candle shadow shake red; From Yuantouzhu, which is pregnant with wuyue, to Qiandao Lake, where the mountains and rivers are strange, watch the white sails and look at the sand and birds. From the humble administrator's garden, where the window is covered with flowers and the banana is raining all night, to the Xizi Lake, where pavilions and vines are winding, every place is a different feeling.
In the misty rain, Jiangnan is like a graceful and restrained woman who is still in the boudoir, separated by a thin veil, with a hint of timidity in shyness and a charm in grace, which makes people full of disappointment and hope; She is like tender water, mixed with mist and water vapor on her face; She is like a jade full of lush green, beating and shining with aura, which is particularly touching in the misty rain in early spring.
My thoughts seem to be reversed with time, and I am in the lingering love of become a butterfly a thousand years ago. Behind the man's costume, whose classmates are studying hard, studying by candlelight and looking like a peach blossom, there are clearly sentimental and ambiguous wishes for the family and nine sisters. The gentle, laughing, but always unable to tell the difference between women disguised as men and Yingtai is Brother Shan Bo. It's a pity that I haven't known my daughter for three years. However, because of the stupidity of Shanbo, there was this eighteen gifts that echoed through the ages, and there was this earth-shaking legend of butterfly love.
Maybe many things in the world are so tiny, so far from the truth. Cause and effect come down to the same thing, but it is not something that you and I, as ordinary people, can easily control. 2. What are the poems describing "window grilles"
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Time: Song Author: wuqian
Guaner was clustered, and humanity was thin at that time. Jade jade Joan advised you to drink. It's a cool state, with dew and wet smoke, and heavier fragrance. It's not a combination of Shen Tan and Tan.
The four window grilles are full of bricks and stones, and the competition is like a home mountain, and the orange crab will look back. Flowers are also your pity, vegetation, birds and fish, lovesickness, nothing like hometown. More westerly wind, headland and perch, if you want to fish in the villa, it will cost him to investigate.
2.
The Candle Shadows Shake the Red, and the Leisure Garden is Deeply Fascinated.
Time: Song Author: Zhang Yan
The Leisure Garden is deeply fascinated, and it travels all over the place while fragrant. The window flowers are warm and help spring, and only Yingying can take it. Candle flame is sunny, and the face is drunk. Want to be neighbors, peep and smile. If you want to find nowhere, secretly pinch the new sound, and the silver screen is inclined to cover it. A piece of cloud is idle, so I know that I care about Zhou Lang's resentment. It is not clear when to see the flowers, after all, when to see them. It is believed that the fairy edge is shallow. Meditate, the wind curtain rolls back. When you go out and smile, the moon falls across the river and the peaks are far away.
3.
Time of
Song Author: Ye Shi
lives in the eastern suburbs and is a poet.
The shuttle between the ice shuttles is full of brocade, and the jade wheel breaks the lute.
the city leaks at night and adds drops, while the window flowers reduce the shade during the day.
the new cool white-headed sentence is very sad to sing.
4.
Time: Ming Author: Wu Kuan
Old people are crazier in spring, and they will be flat unless they climb the mound.
forget every strange story, and sleep well will not last long.
there is a lot of dust in the city, but less window flowers are better than burning incense.
the commander will cut his hair in the morning and listen to the bell ringing.
5. Answer to Yushan Opera
Date: Ming Author: Xiong Mengxiang
The blue bridge in autumn water is one foot strong, and I am worried about hearing that jade pestle Xuanshuang.
I have thin black gauze in Dongli, and long sleeves in Xiguo Jiaren.
The bamboo meditation couch in the ancient temple is quiet, and the clear window flowers fall into the inkstone pool.
the west wind crane is dreaming of the third night, laughing at the flowers and making him drunk. 3. About Shan Lan's poem
Time: Tang Author: Mu Ji
The wind is clear and phenological, and the rain will be cold. Sweep the sky and quiet, and blow your eyes wide.
there are different ways to sing, and there is no reason to think in disorder. The trees are fresh and tired, and the pool is astringent.
it's amazing to cross the mountains, and it's appropriate to see it in the moonlight. Huashi started from here, and he Yan was in the order of years old.
Time: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
There are forests among the islands and trees, and the clouds are exhausted by rain.
Four Shan Lan colors are heavy, and the sound of water is cold in May.
there are two or three old cranes and ten million new ones.
turn it into Tianzhu Temple and move it to Ziling Beach.
leisure in the mind is more expensive, and health in the body is more enjoyable.
the emperor will wait for the wind, while others will thank the public.
Levin is thriving despite its old age.
if Jia Chen doesn't see the call, why not take advantage of the cup and plate?
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When the remonstrance court was out of date, Rong Di went to visit Zhilan.
the flowers in the mountains are covered with smoke and haze, and the Shui Han is covered with snow at the bottom of the stack.
Mr. Bo went to his family to congratulate him, and Liu Yinglian House gave him a hand in hand.
Climbing the Ladder
Date: Tang Author: Yin Cong
The blue sky is far and clear, and Qingshan Road can ascend. It is easy to be suspicious, but it is difficult to rely on it alone.
the platoon is approaching, and the trend of returning to Xiang is getting stronger. On ning sorrow flexion, Gauguin joy super Teng.
Jiang Shu is far away, but Shan Lan is like a condensate. Chicheng allows it, and dares to fear hundreds of layers.
Time: Yuan Author: Liu Minzhong
Prosperity and Hope. Self-satisfied and poor. Three rooms in the old house are empty. On a few spare bookshelves. Guests come or ask about the temple. I have explored the tiger's den in my life. Hidden a few carefree don't answer, smile between the window refers to Shan Lan.
Time: Song Author: Fan Zuyu
A chic and secluded place, Shan Lan is getting dizzy every day.
The breeze blows the greenery, and the brook is full of moonshine in Zhan Qing. 4. Poems about glass
1. A transparent glass blocked my happiness ... Lying quietly on the glass, I could see her, feel her, but I couldn't get close to her ...
2. The glass was covered with a layer of water mist, which in turn condensed into a dense layer of water droplets.
3. A once transparent and pure window is blurred.
4. Glass washed by wind and rain.
5. Put your hands on the window glass, but you want to feel the feelings of bai Fang even though you are separated by the glass, and your fingers are locked.
6. Looking out from the room, the window is as clean as new, and the warm sunshine penetrates through the large glass window and shines into the room. My heart suddenly relaxes, and when I see the large glass window, my mood suddenly becomes bright.
7. since I was a child, I dreamed that I had a glass flower house full of colorful flowers, and the sun shone through the spotless glass.
dao 8. Hearing the round raindrops outside the window, knocking on the glass, ticking through the mood.
9. I can't help but burst into tears when I look at the condensation on the glass.
1. A beautiful glass, shining in the sun.
11. Looking at the past through the brown glass, they walked with them in the rain. 5. Poem about Xia Yun
Xia Yun
Author: Wang Yucheng
Cragginess locks the sunset red high, and it is oblique to the singing window.
the green hills in Liuli are full of eyes, so you don't have to learn the wonderful peaks.
it's easy in early summer?
Fang Jianhan's banner in Xia Yun is red, and spring affairs are like Zhou Zhedong.
after a few cold days, it turned green, and after a while, the honor and disgrace were ruined.
is the cuckoo's heart set, and the butterfly can't dream clearly.
Wan Li enjoys a strong world, leaving the window open to absorb the south wind.
Author: Li Zengbo
Ten people who visited the Huan Mountain Club took the spring water as the rhyme, and there were many strange peaks in Xia Yun.
Author: Su Shi
I wanted to find spring in the eastern suburbs, but I didn't see any traces of warblers.
the spring breeze is flowing, and the geese pat first.
a lonely sail is full of confidence, which makes this semi-green.
Boating around the mountain, making a long noise and ignoring the strategy.
in the piano room, the sound is quiet and clear.
if you drop a man from another spring, a wildfire will lose its wax.
if you understand this world, what is the real house?
at dusk, I went back to the hundred-step flood, and sat in the flood to climb the stone.
I am ashamed that I am not Wang Xiang, and Ziyuan is willing to meet guests.
blowing the flute in the stream, the water and the moon shine on the walls.
(referring to the Wang brothers. )
this joy is really immortal, looking back at the years.
imagine traveling in an oblique Sichuan, and send a poem to Peng Ze.
Xia Yunfeng
Author: Wang Zhe
Shouzhulin. No effect, empty place to lie alone in Gao Cen. The stone pillow and grass clothes are drooping, and you can see them with great eyes. Peach-blossom and apricot-blossom, which can be shared with others, steal the yin and yang. The style is elegant, dusty and vulgar, and the piano heart is stacked three times. On the theory of dancing fetus and fairy. See naturally, there is no need to search again. I have learned the mystery, and I have to step into Qionglin. In the jade flowers, from then on, I will raise the real gold. Ying Jing and Yu, the breeze and the bright moon, long to be bosom friends.
Xia Yunfeng
Author: Wang Zhe
Doing meditation. Should be absent, sitting in the meridian. Lead and mercury should naturally be bound, and only true kindness should be used. Who will win and be alone in the mystery of Jiezhong? Densely released, carefree and magnanimous, and subtly passed. Gradually make LingYao spit strange. It turns rosy and bright, and also takes pictures with it. The edge of the cover used to be appropriate. Deep in the white clouds, Yuan is the master of the earth and lungs. Then Xu * * * and Dan Xiao went straight up and did nothing together.
Xia Yun Song
Author: Qi Ji
Red cragginess, bright waves in the evening, lovely dragons, careless sleeping and many ghosts in drought. Candle candle Wan Li presses the natural barrier,
lightning flashes in the air. Good rain, no rain, windy NO FENG フウカ, only leaning on the sky as a rock hazard.
Wiccans and witches are even more haunted, burning incense and wishing not to smell it every day. If the sky smells,
will certainly moisturize you and wash the atmosphere. And become five colors, holding the sun wheel,
will show the wise king of Tang Yao Yu Shun.
Xia Yun
Author: Li Zhong
The shape of the peak is in the western suburbs, and it is not seen from the dragon.
thank you for the good wind, which turned it into rain to help the field seedlings.
Xia Yun
Author: Cao Song
Potential energy becomes yue Shen, and suddenly it grows Cui Shen.
birds can't fly, but the wild wind can blow away.
every day, you can't remember when you look at the site.
if you want to have a rainy night in summer, you should first hear the thunder on the river.
Xia Yunfeng
Author: Anonymous
Yesterday, I saw the flowers just right, and the branches were fragrant and tender.
Xia Yunfeng
Author: Anonymous
Embroidered bud, crisp and condensed core, pink heart with a touch of rouge. I suspect it's Su E's makeup, and the jade hangs low. The meaning of chemical industry is profound, so pay it skillfully and set a standard. However, in the cold scenery, it is only when it is open. Why not spring? This flower is not willing to compete for wheatgrass. Suspicion of rain and hatred of smoke, forbearing to see Jiang Mei on the bank of the ridge. The cold smoke is beautiful, and it was not allowed, and the frost and snow bullied each other. I am afraid that the flute will complain and blow off the branches. 6. The poem about flowers blooming and falling
divination operator
Song Yan Rui.
Not love the wind and dust,
It seems to be mistaken by the front edge.
When flowers bloom and fall,
it always depends on the East monarch.
If you go, you will have to go.
How can you live?
If you have enough flowers, you will have to live.
I don't want to stay or stay,
I'm floating around with the clouds.
Mourning for Yang Quan
Lu Xun
Is there any lofty sentiments like the old days
Flowers bloom and fall for two reasons
When did I shed tears in Jiang Nanyu
I cried for the people
Spring, summer, autumn and winter are four seasons, and flowers bloom and fall for another year <