He Zhizhang s poem describing the spring breeze

He Zhizhang's poem describing the spring breeze

When he left home and returned to his eldest child, his hometown accent has not changed, and his sideburns have declined.

When the children don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from.

One. I have been away from my hometown for a long time, and I have been half-worn recently.

Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Other famous poems written by He Zhizhang

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Don't worry about wine, you have money in your pocket.

The folk song has a good taste recently, and it is Wu'er who covers the canal.

I first saw the birds on the sand, and I was still buried in the clouds. The hometown is boundless, and Mingfa has friends.

Extended reading: Ancient poems by other poets describing the spring breeze

The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon.

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A branch of red dew condenses incense, and the clouds and rain Wushan are in vain.

By asking who in the Han Palace is like, poor Feiyan leans on new makeup.

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Famous flowers love each other, and the king looks at it with a smile.

Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is leaning on the north of the gan.

The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day.

The spring breeze is on the green mound, and the white sunset is in Liangzhou.

There is no military hindrance in the desert, and there are tourists on the poor side.

The reeds leak like this water, and the long wish is to flow southward.

Zhang Gong read thousands of poems, and the Yangtze heirloom house is in the first area. The spring breeze must be proud, and the autumn rain is not a pearl. Since the snow spirit and ice soul are scattered, who is more obedient to Lu Guojin?

The winding path of the sparse fence is a brocade step barrier, and the giant bamboo is exquisite. The canoe is the bridge and the people do not cross, and the firewood wants to lock the spring breeze. How do you know that wild fowl, waves, bees and butterflies, when the flowers go over the wall.

The spring waves are green and the spring is sunny, and the willows buckle the door to welcome. There are few plates on the poolside pavilion, and the bed is puffed and the koji is born. The cold official situation coincides with the Cold Food Festival, and the guest taste is desolate.

The remnants of the cup are cold, and they are willing to talk about themselves. The weather is better in Qingming, and there are many warblers in the mountains, forests, rivers and valleys. * Few people sing the last songs, and the songs and drums are noisy.

Smile and fold a flower to start, and the tree will last as long as this person. The old things of the Six Dynasties went down the drain, and the drunkard's intention was not to drink.

The round tip is sparse, and the color is dyed with swallow fat. The yellow oriole did not sing and wanted rain, and the quiet villa in the deep garden was screaming. The day before the opening of the river, the servants will also return the water to the river trough.

All the people are thirsty, and the cold food is close to the ditch. When the yellow stream and the rain arrive, the rain is one foot deep and the water is penny. The history of the capital water is also happy, and it is smooth day and night.

Frequent years of Wu Chu's bitter drought, a little less than enough fat cream. I am willing to take it without envy, poor birds and poor beasts are easy to escape. I went out of the city today to send my son diligently, and I did not hesitate to pawn my robes when I was drinking.

Several journeys must go to Suiyang, Taifu Dayin is heroic. Try to beg the second public to comment on me, I said, "Wouldn't it be a dime?" The country gives the people and the Soviet Union their own time, and the East Garden can be used for travel.

"Homecoming Doll Book: Part II".He Zhizhang. I have been away from my hometown for a long time, and I have been half-worn recently.

Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves.

"Song of the Willows" willow branch wordsThe jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Yongliu [Tang] He Zhizhang jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk silks hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. 【Note】Willow: willow, deciduous tree or shrub with long and narrow leaves, and many species.

This poem is about weeping willows. Jasper: Jade of turquoise.

It is used as a metaphor for the tender green willow leaves in spring. Makeup: decorate, dress up.

One tree: full of trees. One, full, full.

Tape: A rope braided with silk. Silk silk: Describes a trace of wicker like a ribbon.

Cutting: Cutting, using a knife or scissors to divide a flaky object into several parts. February: The second lunar month is the middle of spring.

Like: As if, as if. The willow tree is like a beautiful woman dressed as jasper, and thousands of willow branches are like her green ribbons.

Do you know who cut this delicate willow leaf from Jianzhen? It's the February spring breeze like scissors! This is a poem that expresses the poet's infinite love for spring by praising the willow tree. The first three lines of the poem are all about willow trees.

The first sentence "jasper is made of a tree high" is written as a whole, saying that the tall willow tree is like jasper makeup. "Jasper" is used to describe the emerald green and crystal green of the willow tree, highlighting the beauty of its color.

The second sentence "10,000 drooping green silk silks" is written about willow branches, saying that the drooping willow branches are like thousands of ribbons, highlighting its light and soft beauty. The third sentence "I don't know who cut out the thin leaves" is to write willow leaves, highlighting the delicate and delicate beauty of willow leaves.

The three lines of the poem are written about the various parts of the willow tree, and the sentences have characteristics. The third sentence and the fourth sentence form a question.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves? —ask yourself; "The spring breeze in February is like scissors. —self-answered.

In this way, one question and one answer, the willow tree skillfully transitions to the spring breeze. Speaking of cutting these delicate willow leaves, of course, you can also cut out tender green and bright red flowers and plants.

It is a symbol of natural vitality and a symbol of the creativity of spring. This poem is to praise the willow tree, and then praise the spring, and praise the infinite creativity of spring.