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What is the sky to make Beidou know the spring, pointing back to the east. The water is rippling and blue, and the orchid is red. Try to climb high and look far away, the sea of clouds is slight. The soul is gone, and the tears flow down the cheeks. Singing the breeze and singing the waves, the cave is sad and Xiaoxiang. What a heart.

It is ethereal, fluttering with the spring breeze. Fluttering thoughts are infinite, and the good time is not spreading. The plains are bright and colorful, and the grass is like a cut. Pity.

Yu Chunzhi's generals are not shallow for hatred.

The pond of the Han River, how can you think about the grass? I want to travel to the north of Da Xian, and I am worried about the emperor in southern Hunan. Hate Wuji's heart is full of eyes.

There are many worries. Phi Wei is in Qishui, and Chu dreams in Yangyun. Every time the spring flowers bloom, the flowers have changed in spring. Sigh at the flow of the long river.

Speed, send the waves in the East China Sea. Spring is lost when it is not left, and old age and decay are overcome. I can't wait to hang a long rope in the blue sky, and tie this white sun to fly west.

If someone is in love, go to the south and go to the west of Qin. See the cross-road of the gossamer, and the net Chunhui to keep people. Shen sighed and lamented, hesitating.

Hurt goodbye. Seeing off the son will be far away, and see the slight extinction of Zhenghong. Drunk and sorrowful in the weeping poplar, with the soft strip to tangled. Wangfu Jun sighed and wept.

Resentment Chunhua. Send a photo to the bright moon and send her husband.

Cherish the pride of Taibai, but also the sorrow of the gossamer. The ancient Spring and Autumn people have passed away, and the love of Wanli and thousands of years lasts forever. Remember the treasures of the ancients and think of the classmates of the present. How can people be worthy?

What is the sky to make Beidou know the spring, pointing back to the east. The water is rippling and blue, and the orchid is red. Try to climb high and look far away, and the sea of clouds is slight.

The soul is gone, and the tears flow down the cheeks. Singing the breeze and singing the waves, the cave is sad and Xiaoxiang. He Yu's heart is ethereal, fluttering with the spring breeze.

Fluttering thoughts are infinite, and the good time is not spreading. The plains are bright and colorful, and the love grass is like a silk. It is a pity that the rest of the spring will be gone, and every time it is hateful.

The pond of the Han River, how can you think about the grass? I want to travel to the north of Da Hyeon, and I am worried about the emperor's son in southern Hunan. Hate Wuji's heart is full of sorrow, and his eyes are full of worries.

Phi Wei is in Qi Shui, and Chu dreams in Yangyun. Every time the spring flowers bloom, the flowers have changed in spring. Sigh the speed of the long river, sending waves in the East China Sea.

Spring is lost when it is gone, and the old age and decay are overdue. I can't wait to hang a long rope in the blue sky, and tie this white sun to fly west. If someone is in love, go to South Vietnam and go to West Qin.

See the cross-road of the gossamer, and the net Chunhui to keep people. Shen sighed and lamented, hesitating and saying goodbye. Seeing off the son will be far away, and see the slight extinction of Zhenghong.

Drunk and sorrowful in the weeping poplar, with the soft strip to tangled. Wangfu Jun sighed, and wept and complained about Chunhua. Send the image to the bright moon and send the husband to the end of the world.

The original text of the sky is to make Beidou know the spring, back to the east. The water is rippling and blue, and the orchid is red. Try to climb high and look far away, the sea of clouds is slight.

The soul is gone, and the tears flow down the cheeks. Singing the breeze and singing the waves, the cave is sad and Xiaoxiang. He Yu is ethereal, fluttering with the spring breeze.

Fluttering thoughts are infinite, and the good time is not spreading. The plains are bright and colorful, and the grass is like a cut. It is a pity that the rest of the spring will be gone, and every time it is hateful.

The pond of the Han River, how can you think about the grass? I want to travel to the north of Da Xian, and I am worried about the emperor in southern Hunan. Hate Wuji's heart is full of sorrow, and his eyes are full of worries.

Phi Wei is in Qishui, and Chu dreams in Yangyun. Every time the spring flowers bloom, the flowers have changed in spring. Sigh the speed of the long river, sending waves in the East China Sea.

Spring is lost when it is not left, and old age and decay are overcome. I can't wait to hang a long rope in the blue sky, and tie this white sun to fly west. If someone is in love, go to the south and go to the west of Qin.

See the cross-road of the gossamer, and the net Chunhui to keep people. Shen sighed and lamented, hesitating and saying goodbye. Seeing off the son will be far away, and see the slight extinction of Zhenghong.

Drunk and sorrowful in the weeping poplar, with the soft strip to tangled. Wangfu Jun sighed, and wept and complained about Chunhua. The image is sent to the bright moon, sending the husband to cherish the pride of Taibai, and the sorrow of the gossamer.

The ancient Spring and Autumn people have passed away, and the love of Wanli and thousands of years lasts forever. Remember the treasures of the ancients and think of the classmates of the present. How can people be worthy?

What is the sky to make Beidou know the spring, pointing back to the east. The water is rippling and blue, and the orchid is red. Try to climb high and look far away, the sea of clouds is slight.

The soul is gone, and the tears flow down the cheeks. Singing the breeze and the waves, the cave is sad and Xiaoxiang. He Yu's heart is ethereal, and the words are fluttering with the spring breeze.

Fluttering thoughts are infinite, and the good time is not spreading. The plains are bright and colorful, and the grass is like a cut. Regret the rest of the spring, every hate.

The song of the Han Dynasty and the Tan of the river, how can the Yao grass be thought. I want to travel to the north of Da Xian, and I am worried about the emperor in southern Hunan. Hate Wuji's heart is full of sorrow, and his eyes are full of worries. Phi Wei is in Qishui, and Chu dreams in Yangyun.

Every time the spring flowers bloom, the flowers have changed in spring. Sigh the speed of the long river, sending waves in the East China Sea. Spring is lost when it is gone. Old age and decay are overwhelmed. I can't wait to hang a long rope in the blue sky, and tie this white sun to fly west.

If someone is in love, go to the south and go to the west of Qin. Seeing the cross-road of the gossamer, the net Chunhui stays with a fierce omen. Sighing and lamenting, hesitating and saying goodbye.

Seeing off the son will be far away, and see the slight extinction of Zhenghong. Drunk and sorrowful in the weeping poplar, with the soft strip to tangled. Wangfu Jun sighed, and wept and complained about Chunhua.

Send the image to the bright moon and send the husband to the end of the world.

The long song says, the bright moon is bright, and the spring grass is like a cut. The long song travels far away like a dream, so the dream branch feng rents spring and doesn't know. Thinking is fluttering and the world is far away, and seeing the gentleman and his dreams are long.

The long goodbye is far away, and the good time is far away. Li Bai is endowed with this endowment, and his love is like the stone of the North Mountain, and he can attack the jade of human affection. If the words are flashy and clear, the grief is not sluggish.

Its beauty is like the reality of spring, and its injury is like the depression of autumn eyes. It's about the poetry fairy Mumu, and the fluttering thoughts are also.

The original text of the sky is to make Beidou know the spring, back to the east. The water is rippling and blue, and the orchid is red.

Try to climb high and look far away, the sea of clouds is slight. The soul is gone, and the tears flow down the cheeks. Singing the breeze and singing the waves, the cave is sad and Xiaoxiang.

He Yu is ethereal, fluttering with the spring breeze. Fluttering thoughts are infinite, and the good time is not spreading. The plains are bright and colorful, and the grass is like a cut.

It is a pity that the rest of the spring will be gone, and every time it is hateful. The pond of the Han River, how can you think about the grass? I want to travel to the north of Da Xian, and I am worried about the emperor in southern Hunan.

Hate Wuji's heart is full of sorrow, and his eyes are full of worries. Phi Wei is in Qishui, and Chu dreams in Yangyun. Every time the spring flowers bloom, the flowers have changed in spring.

Sigh the speed of the long river, sending waves in the East China Sea. Spring is lost when it is not left, and old age and decay are overcome. I can't wait to hang a long rope in the blue sky, and tie this white sun to fly west.

If someone is in love, go to the south and go to the west of Qin. See the cross-road of the gossamer, and the net Chunhui to keep people. Shen sighed and lamented, hesitating and saying goodbye.

Seeing off the son will be far away, and see the slight extinction of Zhenghong. Drunk and sorrowful in the weeping poplar, with the soft strip to tangled. Wangfu Jun sighed, and wept and complained about Chunhua.

The image is sent to the bright moon, sending the husband to cherish the pride of Taibai, and the sorrow of the gossamer. The ancient Spring and Autumn people have passed away, and the love of Wanli and thousands of years lasts forever. Remember the treasures of the ancients and think of the classmates of the present.

How can people be worthy? Translations.

When the spring breeze came again, when the sun gradually sank to the west, Li Bai was full of emotion for a while, and at home, he wrote "Cherish the Rest of the Spring Fu". In the spring of the twenty-sixth year of Kaiyuan, Li Bai was 38 years old. "Shall I live in obscurity for the rest of my life?

Li Bai frowned: "Last night, I dreamed that I took a boat to pass by the day of Beiji, no, I can't stop there!" Li Bai had a bold idea, that is, to go out on a long trip to Huainan Road.

Travel all over Huainan Road and Jiangnan Road, and if you don't believe it, you will find a lead base and not a Bole. But if you want a lot of money, you have to find someone to fund it. Li Bai thought of Yuan Danqiu and immediately set off to visit.

Li Bai talked about his plan and intention, and Yuan Danqiu said: "I hope you stay and join me in the Tao, but it is imperative for you to do it, I will do my best, I hope you can succeed this time." Okay, today you and I will drink it once, and it should be for you.

Li Bai said: "You and I once slept on the same bed, although we have different surnames, we are very similar to brothers." Among all my friends, you know me best.

Yuan Danqiu raised his glass: "First cup, I wish my brother a safe journey." Li Bai drank it all.

Yuan Danqiu raised his glass again: "This second cup wishes my brother success." The two of them drank it all again, and they didn't know how many glasses they had drunk.

What is the sky to make Beidou know the spring, pointing back to the east.

The water is rippling and blue, and the orchid is red.

Try to climb high and look far away, the sea of clouds is slight.

The soul is gone, and the tears flow down the cheeks.

Singing Qingfeng and singing the waves, Huaidongting is sad and Xiaoxiang.

He Yu is ethereal, fluttering with the spring breeze.

Fluttering thoughts are infinite, and the good time is not spreading.

The plains are bright and colorful, and the grass is like a cut.

It is a pity that the rest of the spring will be gone, and every time it is hateful.

The pond of the Han River, how can you think about the grass?

I want to travel to the north of Da Xian, and I am worried about the emperor in southern Hunan.

Hate Wuji's heart is full of sorrow, and his eyes are full of worries.

Phi Wei is in Qishui, and Chu dreams in Yangyun.

Every time the spring flowers bloom, the flowers have changed in spring.

Sigh the spring of the long river, send the waves in the East China Sea.

Spring is lost when it is not left, and old age and decay are overcome.

I can't wait to hang a long rope in the blue sky, and tie this white sun to fly west.

If someone is in love, go to the south and go to the west of Qin.

See the cross-road of the gossamer, and the net Chunhui to keep people.

Sighing and lamenting, hesitating and saying goodbye.

Seeing off the son will be far away, and see the slight extinction of Zhenghong.

Drunk and sorrowful in the weeping poplar, with the soft strip to tangled.

Wangfu Jun sighed, and wept and complained about Chunhua.

Send the image to the bright moon and send the husband to the end of the world.

The pride of Taibai is also the sorrow of the gossamer.

The ancient Spring and Autumn people have passed away, and the love of Wanli and thousands of years lasts forever.

Remember the treasures of the ancients and think of the classmates of the present.

How can people be worthy?

"When the Big Dipper points to the east, it is another year of new year. The blue waves are rippling, the flowers are spitting fragrant, climbing high and looking into the distance, only to see the vast sea of clouds. The soul is broken, and tears are in the line.

Singing the spring breeze and singing the vicissitudes of the waves, missing the Dongting sad Xiaoxiang. Why is my heart empty, like a spring breeze drifting around? The heart is fluttering, the thoughts are boundless, and the best time is far away.

The grass is annoying, and I am afraid that others will cut each other. I regret that spring is about to pass, and I feel that this regret is infinite. Hanqu Jiangtan, miss Yaocao; The north of the Da Xian Mountain, the soul of the wandering girl; The south of Dongting is full of tears.

Hatred is boundless, and there are many worries. I once thought of Yi on the water, and I dreamed of the goddess descending to earth under the balcony. Flowers will bloom in spring, and flowers have changed in spring.

Feeling the ruthlessness of the long river, he sent the blue waves to the East China Sea. Spring does not stay when it flies, and gradually feels that there are many diseases and the body declines first. I can't wait to throw a long line to the sky and tie the flying sun ......”

This is a lyrical poem by Li Bai. He started from looking at Beidou at night, and gradually laid out his feelings of nostalgia for time and all kinds of parting pains. This poem mostly uses Chu words, but the description of feelings is superficial. In general, Li Bai is good at poetry but not good at fu, and the artistic level of this fu is average.

This is a work of a wanderer who is sad and nostalgic.

The last film writes about cherishing spring and thinking about returning. "The torrential rain harvests spring, and the oblique wind is about water." Write about the twilight of spring, the rain is sharp and the wind is slanting. This first sentence is written in a unique and novel way, in which the word "receive" is particularly powerful. It is not said that spring is coming to an end, and it is not said that spring is returning, but it is said that "the rain is harvested."

Spring", look at the word "receive", so that the "rapid rain" is mainly anti-guest, and the language is vivid and playful. The torrential rain returns to spring, the oblique wind sweeps the water surface, and "the floating red and green fish rise" continues to write about the scenery on the water surface in the late spring. Red withered, floating.

sprinkled all over the river; River water**, rippling green waves; The fish swim, stirring up bursts of ripples. The word "fish text" here is the most likely to arouse people's thoughts. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that fish and geese have passed on books, and letters are often called "fish books" or.

Book of Wild Goose". This "fish text" seems to be an illusioned letter, evoking the endless lovesickness of the wanderer. The two sentences of "every year" are written directly to cherish spring. The wanderer cherishes the spring, is reluctant to leave the spring, sees that the spring is about to end, the red drifts away, and the mood is thousands.

As Xin Qiji said, "I cherish spring, I am often afraid that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless reds!" "The wanderer cherishes the spring, but the spring doesn't pay attention to it, and he doesn't know how to greet the wanderer when he returns in the spring, and he doesn't know how to ask the wanderer to return with him. Chunben is ignorant, Chunben is ignorant, so resentful.

Spring seems unreasonable, but it shows its sincerity. This is what people often call the wonder of being unreasonable.

The last film cherishes the return of spring, and the next film naturally turns into a pregnant person. "Leave a grudge at the corner of the city, and care about the end of the paper. "Write at the beginning.

The parting with his wife and the correspondence in the future. The corner of the city, that is, the corner of the city, where he and his wife parted at the beginning. I couldn't bear to part, but I had to part, so I had to "hate the corner of the city". The word "hate" shrouded the next film, also for us.

Understanding the whole word provides an opportunity. I can't see each other, I can only see my wife's concern at the end of the letter. Next, the author traces the shot of the lyrical protagonist looking into the distance from the railing. In classical Chinese poetry, it is often written from a distance.

Melancholy. Li Yu has a saying: "Don't rely on the fence alone, infinite rivers and mountains, it's easy to see when it's difficult." Xin Qiji has a saying: "Hugh goes to the danger column, the sun is shining, and the smoke willow is broken." (Touching the fish)".

"Write a lyrical protagonist leaning on the railing and gazing at the sunset in the west for a long time." Anyone familiar with classical Chinese poetry understands that this is a painful image. The ending uses Du Fu's poem "Spring Memories of Li Bai", Du Shi.

Clouds: "Weibei spring trees, Jiangdong sunset clouds." The scenery seen by looking at each other from a distance is very much written about the deep friendship between the two. Congratulatory word cloud: "When the mandarin ducks are white-headed, the south of the Yangtze River and Weibei are three thousand miles. "Writing about husband and wife is old, but the mountains are blocked.

Across the river, Jiangnan, Weibei, and each other. This knot is clumsy, not ornamented, not ostentatious; Jiangnan and Weibei have overflowed with infinite feelings, and the white head of the mandarin duck is even more emotional.

He Zhu is good at writing love, often sincere, this article is an example. He Zhu is good at dealing with knots, the unreasonable and wonderful at the upper knots of this word, and the clumsy and subtle quality at the lower knots, all give people great artistic enjoyment and enlightenment.