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Spring: 1 I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn.")

2 Whoever says an inch of carelessness will be rewarded with three springs. (Meng Jiao: "The Wanderer's Yin") 3 Red beans are born in the south, how many branches do they send in spring?

Wang Wei: "Acacia)) 4 Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. (Du Fu:.)

Spring night rain)) 5 Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, but spring breezes blow and regenerate. (Bai Juyi: (endowed with ancient grass farewell)) Xia:

1 I don't know the heat when I do my best, but I cherish the long summer. (Bai Juyi: "Guanjiamai))2 lives deep in the city, and the spring goes to the summer.

Li Shangyin: (Late sunny)) 3 The first summer is still clear and peaceful, and the grass has not stopped. (Xie Lingyun:.)

4 The bitter nights of midsummer are short, and the opening of the Xuan Na is slightly cool. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh") 5 Farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit down and dare to eat.

Dai Retro: "The Great Heat") Autumn: 1 The autumn wind is bleak, and the waves are surging.

Cao Cao: "Watching the Sea") 2 Unraveling the three autumn leaves, can bloom February flowers. (Li Qiao:.)

Wind"3 Plant a grain of millet in the spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in the autumn. (Li Shen: "Compassion for Nong") 4 I am often afraid that the autumn festival is coming, and the leaves of Huang Hua are declining.

Han Le Fu? Long Song Xing") 5 The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli boat. (Du Fu:.)

Quatrain) winter: 1 And this winter, the Kansai died without rest. (Du Fu:.)

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2 The autumn moon is bright and cloudy, and the winter ridge is beautiful and cold. (Tao Yuanming: "Four Hours") 3 The southern neighbor is more readable, and the cloth is not redeemed in winter.

Lu You: "October 28th Wind and Rain") 4 Winter is over tonight, and the year is open. (Dong Sigong:

Shou Sui") 5 Singing the autumn wind, setting up wine and flying winter snow. (Wang Wei: "Four Qi Poems").

In a state where the teacher is already crazy, you can consider not writing. Let's talk about it when I'm sober.

Write one. The teacher is crazy and the student is in tears, and he is sad in the middle of the night when he flips through the book.

When the day comes, you will ask me.

Lonely Voyage is like a lonely ship.

Longing for a warm harbor in the blur.

The storm carries the sails.

There's a long way to go. Going through too much wind and rain?

Canoe pan. Maybe used to being alone?

A lonely shadow flutters on a lonely route.

The starry sky in the dark sky is unusually bright.

Seemingly harmonious. But it is lonely and precipitated.

Or maybe we're tired of the hustle and bustle.

Or feel tired.

Or yearn for solitude.

Or... Countless sorrows.

Stunned sprinkled with unknown routes.

Loneliness during the journey was my only playmate.

I will take my work and make it

Take the sky as the cover and the earth as the house, and sing a pot of wine to the moon.

Although I know how difficult tomorrow will be, there is no hesitation in the road ahead.

Plagiarism is not a good student's practice...I'll just tell you how to write....If she is a junior high school or primary school student, then write about the sunshine, write about her feelings, and pay attention to the branches; If you are in high school, it is like writing prose, but you must have core content and imagery; If you're a college student, then you can copy it...[I suggest that you should ask the teacher for advice...】

The old man does not know honesty and shame, and the teacher is obsessed every day.

Crazy words and crazy laughter, a big fool! Hehe.

I stood in the distance and looked at the sea, the sea was blue, I stood up close and looked at the sea, the sea was green, and I held the sea in my hand, and hey, where did the color of the sea go?

Write me a poem.

The teacher wants. I won't.

The teacher is crazy. How could we do this.

How could we do this.

The teacher is crazy. I won't.

The teacher wants. Write me a poem.

What kind of poem? Modern poetry or ancient style poetry? Let's make it clear.

What kind of poems, ancient poems or modern poems, and what subject matter?

Modern poetry or quatrain poetry? To add.

Tell me what kind of poem it is.

Summary. Can you send me your poem?

I have a poem that I would like to ask the teacher to correct.

Can you send me your poem?

Frosty day snow plum. Thousands of frosts and snows are cold in winter, and they have been thin and hard for a lifetime.

The high shadow is not extraordinary, and the only thing in the heart is the moon and spring breeze.

It's a cold break, not a winter cold break.

From my point of view, I think the meaning of this poem is too easy to serve, and it is very cleverly used. The spring breeze looks at the moon, these are the main socks to set off the artistic conception of the style.

I don't think there's much that could be improved at the moment.

Some people change it to be thin and hard, change it to a super anti-bone, and change the supernatural bone to a non-fearful one, what do you think?

That's fine. This expression of transcendent bone is not very common, so it is more novel to use it here.

Personally, I still think my originality is better, what do you think?

That's what I thought, so I said there was nothing that could be improved. And your wording is more original.

Thank you teacher for your high evaluation, <>

<> seriously, this is my entry, and I hope you will come up with more professional knowledge points.

Summary. The Most Beautiful Teacher".

I wanted to harvest a breath of fresh air, but you gave me the whole spring. I wanted to pick up a cluster of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean. I wanted to pick up a green leaf, but you gave me the whole forest.

I want to ask for sunshine, but you give me brilliance! I wanted to kiss a snowflake, but you gave me the whole silver world.

You bloom beautiful at the highest point, and you also give the most beautiful moments to the students, make up a little poem to send to the teacher to be original.

I wanted to harvest a wisp of breeze, but you gave me the whole spring. I wanted to pick up a cluster of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean. I wanted to pick up a green leaf, but you gave me the whole forest.

I want to ask for sunshine, but you give me brilliance! I wanted to kiss a snowflake with Silver, but you gave me the whole silver world. You are beautiful at the highest point, and you have given the most beautiful moments to the students, thank you, my beloved teacher!

Hello, the above poem provides you with hope!

Praise the teacher poemsThe four spring breezes are prepared, and several autumn rains wash the gap.

Black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and moon, and chalk writes spring and autumn without words.

The silk spits out the spring and is not old, and the candle tears become gray and the autumn is thicker.

Three thousand peach and plum gardens are sown in spring, and fruits are full of fruit in autumn.

Ancient style poems. Ancient style poetry is a genre of ancient Han poetry. Generally called the ancient style, from the number of words of the poem, there are the so-called four-word poems, five-word poems and seven-word poems.

The ancient style poems are free in rhythm, informal, even, rhyme wider, length is not limited, and the sentences are four, five, six, seven and miscellaneous.

Near-body poetry. Near-style poetry, also known as modern style poetry or rhythmic poetry, is a Han poetry genre that emphasizes leveling, confrontation and rhyme.

In the proximal psalms, there are strict restrictions on the number of sentences, the number of words, the number of words, and the rhyme.