Three poems describing spring. Author: Zhanger Monk Demeanor near Dignified near .

Chunxiao (Meng Haoran).

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Yongliu (He Zhizhang).

The 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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Spring night rain (Du Fu).

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei).

People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Qingming (Du Mu).

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Dalin Temple peach blossom (Bai Juyi).

The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

There is nowhere to find the spring of long-hate, and I don't know how to turn into this.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Late Spring (Han Yu).

The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will be fragrant.

Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the solution is to make snow fly all over the sky.

An ancient poem describing spring.

In early spring, Zhang 18 members of the water department (Han Yu).

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Chunxing (Wu Yuanheng).

The willows are cloudy and drizzle, and the remnants of the flowers fall to see the warblers.

The spring breeze blew the dream of the countryside overnight, and chased the spring breeze to Los Angeles.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Title: Capital City Nanzhuang (Cui Hu).

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Quatrain (Du Fu).

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Looking for flowers alone on the riverside (Du Fu).

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches.

The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.

Bai Juyi's residence --- straight to the point, and Wu Qi used soldiers to --- one as ten.

Zhan Zhao strayed into the White Tiger Hall - a single knife straight in, Sun Wukong --- seventy-two changes--- and his magical powers are vast.

Cao Cao defeated Huarong Dao--- as expected, the case of Bao Gong was --- iron-faced and selfless.

Sun Bing made a big plan to empty the city--- turned the danger into a disaster, and Zhuge Liang's grass boat borrowed arrows and returned with a full load---.

If someone has it, it will shine brightly, if it has ears, it can be obedient [smell], and if it has a mouth, it loves to ask why [ask], and if it has a heart, it is not in a good mood [boring].

A poem about spring.

Chunxiao (Meng Haoran).

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Yongliu (He Zhizhang).

The 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.

The word is:doorsSomebody's shining: flashing.

If there is a mouth, it can ask: ask.

If it has ears, it can hear: smell.

Have a heart but not a good mood: boring.

Mystery: cars

Explanation]: Seventy is a car word written according to the strokes, two is two, and the car and two are in a car word.

Explanation]: Seventy is a car word written according to the strokes, two is two, and the car and two are in a car word.

Compound words] 1, 兼车 [jiān liàng] More than one car.

2. Yucar [yú liàng] sedan chair and car.

3. Vehicle factory [chē liàng chǎng] is a workshop for assembling, maintaining and repairing railway equipment.

4. Railway vehicle [tiě lù chē liàng] Wheeled vehicle (such as locomotive, passenger car or freight car) owned and used by the railway department

5. Insurance vehicle [bǎo xiǎn chē liàng] Insurance vehicle refers to the motor vehicle specified in the insurance contract, including the spare parts fixed on the vehicle by the original automobile manufacturer and included in the price, but excluding the equipment and facilities that are additionally installed or modified after leaving the factory.

6. The magnetic levitation vehicle [cí xuán fú chē liàng] has a gap of millimeters, suspended on the surface of the guide rail, and is driven and operated by a synchronous linear motor or an induction linear motor. Low noise, slight vibration, maximum speed can be reached.

The mystery of the seventy is combined.

The car (seven at the top and ten at the bottom).

Two becomes two, and the word two becomes two.

Together, they are the mystery cars.

I didn't bully my cousin, it was she who accidentally fell. If you don't believe me, you ask your cousin.

I said to my little cousin, cousin, do you have the face to cry, do you know that if you fall, you have to get up by yourself. Grandpa didn't bully her, she fell on her own.

Don't lose your temper at first, then explain the situation to grandpa, and finally ask grandpa to ask your cousin.

Grandpa, my cousin accidentally bumped into it, but I didn't take good care of my cousin, and I was also at fault. This means that first, you have to state the facts, and secondly, you have to have the courage to take the mistakes.

Tell grandpa that he fell on his own, and that's it.

Just make it clear to grandpa!

I bullied him. What's the matter.

Pretend someone is passing by and knocking your cousin down.

Scolded in the direction in which his cousin fell.

And I'm going to take the ** to chase the person who bumped into your cousin.

And fall on your knees in front of your grandfather and blame yourself for not protecting your cousin.

Men are punished for women and do not explain ......

Love is a piece of sunshine shining on a winter day, making the poor and sick feel the warmth of the world; Love is a spring that appears in the desert, so that people who are on the verge of despair can see the hope of life again; Love is a song that floats in the night sky, giving comfort to the lonely and helpless.

To appreciate the high mountains, you will naturally find strength and dignity in the majesty of the mountains; Appreciating the big tree, you will naturally gain self-reliance and dignity on the majestic shore of the big tree; Appreciating the grass, you will naturally draw perseverance and hope from the grass.

Note: This is very easy to imitate, just imitate a few sentences) full moonlight, I pick a handful of the clearest, veins afterglow, I hold a wisp of the warmest, scorching red leaves, I pick a piece of the hottest, Minghua Fanghua, I pick a bunch of the brightest, recall, I pick a piece of the most beautiful ......

Note: This applies to the beginning of any essay).

I don't think about whether I can succeed, since I have chosen the road ahead, I will continue to go through thick and thin.

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and cold rain behind me, since the goal is the horizon, then the only thing left to the world is the back.

In my mind, mom is great. She is pure, kind, and amiable. However, there was one thing that made me resentful of my mother, and I felt that she was hypocritical in her dealings with her neighbors.

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