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Anonymous users2024-02-07Wild Grapes except for summer.
I can still wait.
Hopefully. Greenery is spreading.
Throughout the mountains. The wind can't blow the waves.
A few strings of full thoughts.
Climb to higher heights.
As much as possible. Let everything.
The power of everything.
Scattered in the vast mountains.
Wish. You come to pick.
Black and black. Crystal eyes.
Planting Trees in the Summer
When the palms of your hands are damp.
I was prostrate on the summer meadow.
Plant trees. One.
with their own branches.
as well as leaves. Windy. Tree. One.
A tree that grows in a hug.
Shed tears in the canopy.
Bury your sigh at the root of the tree.
The middle part of the tree.
It is the longing for people.
Disappears during the day.
Plant trees at night.
Bearing the light of the stars and the crescent moon.
Tree. Since planting in the summer.
I learned the hidden language.
Just with the shaking of the branches.
Express yourself.
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Anonymous users2024-02-06The shadow of summer is thinning day by day, and diaries and poems grow scattered long hair, but they can't turn into butterflies
The bluestone slabs are scattered with white petals, and the camphor in the courtyard is broken.
Gently, you put a rose on the wooden fence, the wind is light, the clouds are slender, the fragrance is fragrant, and the sleeve is ......
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Anonymous users2024-02-05Song of Summer. Venus.
lit up. The white practice in the east is no longer silent.
Sleepy-eyed birds are chirping.
Sun. Rise.
The angel before dawn did not stop.
We have given us what should be given what should not be given to us.
Thank you, Spirit of all things, that you have not missed your covenant.
Don't believe it, look at the dew that wets the trouser legs.
The crumbling dew.
It is the most precious gift that the angels give us.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04Koike. Yang Wanli Song Dynasty The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine. (Yin one: shade) small lotus only showed sharp corners, and there were dragonflies standing on their heads.
Refine. Translations and annotations.
Translations. The spring is silent because it is reluctant to let the water flow, and the shade of the trees reflected in the water likes the soft scenery on this sunny day.
As soon as the small lotus leaf emerged from the water, a small dragonfly was already standing on top of it.
Exegesis. Spring: The outlet of the spring's water.
Pity: stinginess. Shine in the water: Reflected in the water.
Sunny and soft: Soft scenery on a sunny day.
Sharp corners: The tip of the lotus leaf that has not yet stretched at the end of the water.
Top: Top, top. For the sake of rhyme, the "head" is not read softly.
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Anonymous users2024-02-03Bai Juyi's, "Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple". The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom, and the long hatred of spring is nowhere to be found, and I don't know how to turn into this. This is also an ancient poem describing summer.
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Anonymous users2024-02-02King Luo Bing's singing goose. Goose goose goose, Qujing sings to the sky, white hair floats in green water, and anthurium plucks the song. This is actually a picture of swimming in a pond in the summer.
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Anonymous users2024-02-01"Evening Sunshine" and "Summer Night Chasing Coolness".
"Enjoying the Cool" and "Early Summer Quatrain".
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Anonymous users2024-01-31Summary. Hello, the little poem about summer "Summer to Rain".
Don Pei Du climbed the building to escape the middle of summer, and Vientiane was in the dust. Opposite the thunder tree, when the street rain takes advantage of people. The eaves are sparse and the cobwebs are heavy, and the ground is wet and the swallow mud is new. The breeze rises, and the lotus fragrance fills the neighbors.
A little poem written in the summer.
Hello, the little poem "Summer to the Rain" about the summer mu wide Don Pei Du climbed the stairs to escape the middle of summer, and Vientiane was dusting. Opposite the thunder tree, when the street rain takes advantage of people. The eaves are sparse and the cobwebs are heavy, and the mud is new next to the wet swallows. The breeze rises, and the lotus fragrance fills the neighbors.
Hello, the little poem "Summer to the Rain" about the summer mu wide Don Pei Du climbed the stairs to escape the middle of summer, and Vientiane was dusting. Opposite the thunder tree, when the street rain takes advantage of people. The eaves are sparse and the cobwebs are heavy, and the mud is new next to the wet swallows. The breeze rises, and the lotus fragrance fills the neighbors.
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