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I immediately remembered the ...... "Farewell to Cambridge".

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

September 9 recalls the Shandong brothers.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

The grass is separated from the grass on the plain, and it is one year old and one is withered.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

Spring River Flower Friends Night.

Zhang Ruoxu's spring river tide is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river.

The river flows like a circle around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail.

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the court cannot be seen.

The river sky is colorless and dusty, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower?

Poor upstairs wandering in the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies long, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night's idle pool dream fell flowers, poor spring half did not return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang is infinite.

I don't know how many people return to the moon, and the falling moon shakes the river trees.

Ask the moon for wine.

When is the moon in the blue sky, I will stop the cup today and ask:

People can't climb the bright moon, but the moon goes with people?

Bright as a flying mirror, the green smoke is extinguished?

But seeing that the night came from the sea, would you rather know that Xiang Yunjian did?

The white rabbit pounds medicine in autumn and spring, who is Chang'e's neighbor in solitude?

Today's people don't see the ancient times and the moon, but this month once looked like the ancients.

If the ancients and the present people are flowing water, they will see the bright moon together.

I hope that when the song is against the wine, the moonlight shines on the golden bottle.

Singing goose goose goose goose.

The song sings to the sky.

White hair floating in green water.

Anthurium plucks clear waves.

Chinese poetry is endless: "Book of Songs" and "Lisao" are the originators of poetry, as well as Sima Qian's "Historical Records", and then to later Tang poetry, Song Ci, Yuan Qu, Qing Dynasty ** and so on.

I embarked on that journey.

The journey was dry and long.

With me for a long time is my mother's entrustment and hope.

I didn't understand your chanting.

The wind blows, though it is scorching, but it is also stirring.

The dust was rough, but it was also brilliant.

A little hungry, a little thirsty, yes, but I don't know why you're worried.

I could find food.

The grass on the side of the road is so fragrant.

Until the stars are as desolate as the way they came.

Until there was no sign to carry my gaze.

Lost space.

Lost my front.

I was left with a desperate bag to chew and taste.

I only have this skull left for posterity to sing.

Wooden Boat Tree. It was sawn down, and it was a stout willow tree.

Its heart was hollowed out, and it became a canoe.

But its soul is still there, it is a green heroic spirit.

In this sea of trees, it was also a green flag!

At night, it was docked on the shore, on the shore of a mud pond.

Suddenly, it felt the earth caressing it again.

Give it a call to life.

A few days later, the owner was stunned that his canoe was gone.

Green leaf buds sprouted on it, and it was still a tree!

Eye. On white paper.

I draw a pair of eyes.

These eyes are full of sunlight.

Filled with stars.

Filled with flowers.

It will never shed tears.

In order to make this pair of eyes.

Always full of sunshine.

Full of stars, full of flowers.

I drew another pair of eyes in my mind.

These eyes have never seen sunlight.

Never seen the stars.

Never seen flowers.

It drained all the tears.

On white paper.

I drew a pair of eyes.

In front of the window, a lilac plant.

Stand on tiptoe.

Walking into the green courtyard, we planted a lilac in front of the teacher's window.

Teacher, teacher, let its green branches and leaves reach into your window, and be with you night and night.

Listen, listen, the green leaves rustle in the wind, that's when we sing to you, help you relieve a big tiredness.

Look, look, the little flowers blooming all over the tree, that's our smiling face, thank you for always holding us by the side.

It's late at night, the stars are sleepy and blinking, teacher, put down the lesson plan quickly, and let the fragrance of flowers waft into your dreams, which must be fragrant and sweet.

I think. I want to put little hands.

Resting on a peach tree branch.

With a bunch of buds, holding thousands of rays of sunshine, yo, yo-

Singing with a long voice.

I want to put my feet.

Attached to the roots of willow trees.

Reach into the wet and soft earth, soak up the sweet nutrients, long, long-

Grow into a green tent.

I want to put eyes.

Mounted on a kite.

Look at how soft the white clouds are, look at how bright the sun is, look, look-

Blue skies are my classroom.

I want to put myself on my own.

Planted in the spring of the land.

It becomes a small grass, green and shining, and it becomes a small flower and blooms beautifully.

Becoming catkins and dandelions is my greatest wish.

I'll fly, fly

Fly to distant places.

However, when flying to a distant place, you have to discuss ...... with your parents

Magnolia Flower Order: Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words".

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable!

Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain were not complained. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the day of the wings!

It seems that there is a reason for the east wind, and the high volume of Jiangluo is not good for spring.

If the teaching and interpretation should be poured into the country, Ren is ruthless and moving.

Peony and Jun are close servants, where does Furong avoid the dust?

After poor Han Ling's success, he failed Qin Hua to live up to him.