About the poems picked up

Pick this up and fill your stomach.

In May, people are twice as busy as at home. At night, the south wind rises and the wheat is covered with long yellow. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are full, and the children are full of pot pulp. She went with the soldiers, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. She exudes the heat of the country and scorches the sky. She didn't know it was hot, but she regretted the long summer. She has a poor woman with a baby on her back. Her right hand grabbed her ear and her left arm hung a basket.

2. Poems beginning with "Pick up" pick up the broken sword head.

I found the broken end of the sword, but I don't know why. A green snake tail and a blue mountain peak several inches high. Suspected to be killing whales and salamanders, or stabbing jiaozi. What was missing fell into the soil and no one received it. I am contemptible, so I am hard but not soft. Don't bend the sword easily, you'd better bend the whole hook. . . From: "The First Poem of broken arrow" Time: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

Pick this up and fill your stomach.

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. There is a poor woman with a child on her back. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad. The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. 300 stones away from the land, Yan sui. . From: "Look at the harvested wheat" Time: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

Pick up the golden hairpin

Nangong wine has not been sold yet, and a banquet is given to Gusutai. Beauty and tears disappeared, and the door opened at midnight. Singing and dancing are relatively correct, and listening to drums in laughter. San Jiu Men, Twelve Streets of Blood. Gone forever, gone forever. When I heard the wild, I found Jin Chai! . . From: Gusutai Author: Tang Author:

Cuitingzhou people are silent.

Collect the residual rainwater on the distant shore. Rain residue feels a little dim. Cuitingzhou people are silent, and gulls and herons stand. At any time, the fishing lights are hidden in the shadows. Stop drawing the language of people in the radial direction and row by row. Tonight's journey road refers to the smoke tree in Qiancun. A wandering official turned into a wandering journey. Short songs are idle. Qian Shan is obsessed with water. Where do you want to go to the countryside? After parting, Fengting Yueting got together alone. Just heartbroken, provoked bitter separation. Listen to Du Yu and persuade people to go home. . . From: An Gongzi Time: Song Author: liuyong

I am used to blowing flowers and picking flowers.

Knock on Suidi Road in your spare time and laugh at Zhu Hu. Suyun condenses the moon, and there is a duck-headed magnolia boat outside the door. Blowing flowers and picking flowers are used to swimming, and it is late every day. If the flute leans against the building, you should hate not to mention the red leaves to send acacia. . . From: Young Beauty Year: Song Author: Yan

I hope you can adopt it. thank you

3. An ancient poem about memories, "Starting from the autumn suburbs of Los Angeles, pay attention to the servants in Huaitai"

Year: Tang Author: Su Weidao

I went to the frost department and pointed to Bing Xin. During the Nan Fang period in Lipu, Gao Heng was temporarily in the north.

Beautiful scenery, bustling, gloomy Sichuan dusk. Nursery leads to Guidian, and ditches hinder Shilin.

The wild child will pick it up, and Tian barbary will sing it. Crickets rise in the autumn wind, and the night is already deep.

The imperial city is still gloomy, and there are several rumors. Recalling the land covered by books, Lao Ge thanked Suoqin.

"Three Farewell Brothers-Postscript of Xin Chou in February"

Year: Modern Author: Lu Xun

Dreams often rush to their hometown, and they begin to believe that the world is bitter and parting.

Leaning on the bed at midnight, remembering my brother, the residual lamp is like a bean, and the moonlight is like a shadow.

At dusk, the boat stopped at the old nursery, and hedges surrounded the houses and trees.

Looking back on hometown music, when is it more important to raise flowers with urn?

Spring breeze is easy to send off the new year, so you can sail at night in the smoky waves.

What makes the ridge proud of me? The sail top takes too long.

Xi Chunci

Year: Song Author: Tian

In the early spring, I came from Jiangguo, and the head of Yangliuling by the lake was Mei.

Plum blossoms are falling, and the next season is urging.

Spring forces dominate the cold across the north of the Yangtze River, and orioles in deep valleys have wings.

Xiao Yue's light smoke forbids the garden to crow, and the peaches and plums in the south garden become a new path.

As far as Fang Fei is concerned, the spring wave flies to the Weiwangdi.

I remember last spring, Luo Jing's new makeup was Feng Dan Que.

Tianjin's water is green and smoke trees are deep, and Wanjing sings peony hair.

Song Feng was in a cage in the suburbs when Tianzi rode a lucky horse.

I followed thousands of officials and thousands of riders, and Ilya flew at the same time.

Six courtyards drive jade, and the kings are accompanied by seven nobles.

The incense turns into a golden calf cart, and the rainbow dragon is in the music.

In front of Liuwei, Zhu Qiao, a boat is painted in the Hengtang Festival Garden.

Morning flowers are on coral mats, and night candles are on the hawksbill banquet.

The moon in the West Building leaks into the deep palace, and the Ming River sinks into the Beidou.

Indulge in greed and joy, the people are already numerous.

The jade hook hanging curtain opens the pheasant tail, and the ochre robe shines supreme.

It's only now that Linqing has stopped, and Dumen is no different from Tianya.

Forget poetry, get drunk, but like ancient piano books.

Unfortunately, Chunfang is gradually returning, and Wuling tobacco leaves.

Recalling Luoyang Road at that time, the soul of the Song Dynasty was empty and the residual flowers flew.

4. Picking up the flying flowers makes the poem "Picking up" pick up the dust and doubt the sages.

-Tang Li Bai's "Snow Poems for Friends" hangs a seat to pick up the bright moon in the sea and ride the wind. -Tang Li Bai's "Reminiscing about the Past and Giving Jiang Yang Slaughterhouse Tune" Chen Chu's injury to Jiang Feng thanked the guests for picking up the moon.

-Tang Li Bai's Sailing with Friends and Traveling with Taiwan Province; At the age of 20, he picked up acorns and chestnuts, in the valley on a cold night. -Tang Du Fu's "Seven Poems Written by Ganyuan in Tonggu County" will be all over the province, and the waters will not return to Chengdu.

-Tang Du Fu's "More than a Gift to the Prosecutor of Xishan" is this year's masterpiece. Can I live in the assembly? -Tang Du Fu's "Being Drunken by Tianfu" Zhang Gongzi in the sky, the Chinese and Korean guest stars in the palace wrote poems to pick up the Cuidian, and watched the pavilion with wine.

-Tang Du Fu's "Gift to Academician" has been taken in, and the big house is still under repair. -Tang Du Fu's "Chen Shiyi Guzhai" played several running scripts and never lived in a bamboo house.

-Tang Du Fu's "Reward for the Title of the Wild Pavilion" builds pity ants and picks up the ears of Xu Cuntong. -Tang Du Fu's "Going to Dongtun for a while" also has a trip to Liang and Song Dynasties, just to pick Yao grass.

-Tang Du Fu's "Give Li Bai" is still an egg. What's the point? -Tang Du Fu's "White Dot", the beauty asked Cui Chun, and the immortal couple then helped each other.

-Tang Du Fu's "Eight Poems of Autumn Colors" is filled with tears, and the displaced owner is kind. -Tang Du Fu's "Shu" The blue robe is the most sleepy, and the bald man walks home.

-Tang Du Fu's "Walking Home" Evening guests come to wash makeup and pick up fireflies. -Tang Du Fu's "Twelve Judges Appreciating Xue" has a tall building, where you can get together far away and tidy up with idle people for a while.

-Su Songshi's "One of the Three Poems of Seeking for Juyuanlou in the Same Year" is a collection of poems. Don't send it to the chicken forest for luminous. -Su Songshi's "Wang Jinqing's second rhyme sent to the banquet" Last year, Dongpo picked up rubble and planted it at 300 feet.

-Su Songshi "The Second Rhyme" Kong Yi's father had a long drought, but it rained three times. "It's easy to catch carp in the water. -Shi's "Fish" was found in the restaurant on Xijiao Road, Guanliu.

-Su Songshi's "Delivered to Chengdu Jade Bureau to Meet the Old Man" gathers wealth and sweeps away evil spirits, clearing the rich and clearing the Lord. -Su Songshi's "Two Rhymes and Zhang Chuanyu" picked up half a gun by the roadside, so why open the furnace to cast spears and halberds?

-Su Songshi's "The Second Rhyme of Father's Ancient Sentences: Five Second Poems" is a heavenly king, and it is printed steadily. -Su Songshi's "Give Di Chong Ban Ji Zi" sharpened the knife into the valley to chase after the poor, and shed tears to pick up the city and abandon the child.

-Stone "Two Rhyme Fathers, Send Two Songs, The Second Song" has surplus grain and collects firewood in the snow. -Su Songshi's "Poems of Willow Sorrow" arranged a solid pavilion and put the money away.

-Su Song's poem "Five Poems of the Tang Dynasty" is tied up at home, so it's too late to return. -Su Songshi's "Send a Bottle and Brush a Bottle" I don't know that the wind and rain will return to spring, and the fragrance will come back.

-Su Songshi's "The plum blossoms in Qin Dynasty are too empty and too empty" is full of white hair. I asked you when to go back to your hometown and clean up your troubles. -Shi Zhong quoted a poem titled "Birthday of Sandalwood Guanyin, New Silver Printing Plate" and read Shao and Zhu Chenhao.

-Su Songshi's "The Harmony of the Two Songs" was very famous at that time, and it was better than picking up the purple. -Su Songshi's "Two Rhymes Return to Weng Zhi Huai 'an Army" looks at Fei Xian and the tiger head, but it is the other way around.

5. Looking for poems about morning flowers and evening flowers: Zhang Xiaosong Feng Xiaoquan.

Song: Feng Xiaoquan.

Arranged by Feng Xiaoquan

Tongbai: "Pick up a glass of wine in the morning and evening."

A lonely person after a storm.

Do you have an intoxicating smile?

Wild geese fly over the chrysanthemums and stick their heads in.

* Take a glass of wine in the morning and a glass of wine in the evening.

I am lonely after the storm.

The back of time is so long.

Old times reappeared in my mind.

In the sea of people coming and going.

People in the distance wave to you.

You should take a walk along the north-south road.

Never look back at thousands of roads.

Where to swim in the boundless wind and rain

Let the water of the Yangtze River flow in the sky.

Groups of peaks have sprung up, and people are crowded under the tower.

Castle peak and small building are gone.

Don't wait in the closed window.

The wild goose flies over the building and smells like chrysanthemum.

Listen, look and think.

Time, running water flies.

Cry, laugh, laugh, needless to say.

How many rounds can there be in life?

Tongbai: "It's snowing all the time.

The lotus throne holds out the orchid hand.

Witty words untie the knot

Several families respect me (are happy) and several families are worried.

6. Among the flowers in the early morning, there are those ancient poems "Notes": "In the world, he searched all over the green void, in the sky and in the yellow spring, but he failed to find the person he was looking for in these two places." From Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

Flowers in the morning and flowers in the evening are the only collection of Lu Xun's reminiscence prose, formerly known as reminiscence of the past. Has always been highly respected. The author said that these articles were "copied from memory" and "recalled". This book is a collection of Lu Xun's 1926' s reminiscence essays, with ten articles in total. The first five articles were written in Beijing and the last five in Xiamen. At first, it was published in the semi-monthly "Mangyuan" with the theme of "recalling the past". 1927 July, Lu Xun re-edited it in Guangzhou, adding "introduction" and "postscript", and renamed it "Morning Flowers" when it was published in September 1928. It was published by Beijing Weiming Society in September of 1928 and listed as one of the "unknown new collections" compiled by the author. 1reprinted in February, 929. 1September, 932, the third edition was rearranged and published by Shanghai North New Bookstore. The cover of this book was painted by Tao.

The total income of "Morning Flowers Pick Up in the Evening" 10 works. Including: dogs, cats and mice, hate and hate cats; I miss my eldest mother and mourn her misfortune. I am angry at her indisputable "A Changyu". Twenty-four filial piety pictures criticized the feudal concept of filial piety; Wu Canghui showed the shadow of feudal paternalism; Depicting impermanence, superstition and intoxicating messengers in legends; From "Hundred Herbs Garden" to "San Tan Yin Yue", writing about childhood reflects feudal reactionary thoughts; Expose the quack's "father's disease"; Notes describing the evil and disgusting image of YanTaitai; Mr. Fujino, the Japanese teacher who appreciates Lu Xun most; Fan Ainong, a fellow countryman friend who was down and out all his life. Flowers in the morning and flowers in the evening combine memories of the past with real life, which fully shows the author's great enthusiasm for caring about life and reforming society.

7. Take a sentence in the morning and a sentence in the evening. Life is like a bunch of flowers. Only by careful observation can you see its beauty. Life is like a cup of green tea. Only by savoring it carefully can we realize the real taste. We should taste the philosophy of life from failure, success and life. Life is a beautiful poem, fresh and smooth, with a long meaning; Life is wonderful music, with harmonious melody and melodious melody; Life is a flowing river, running endlessly and rolling forward. Life is like a song, beautiful; Life is like wine, mellow; Life is like a poem, with profound artistic conception and colorful. Life is a wise elder and life is a learned teacher. It often turns the spring breeze into rain, silently moistens everything, points out the maze for us and enlightens us. ⑤ The beauty of life is always displayed in her enterprising spirit; Just like the beauty of a big tree, it is displayed in its vigorous vitality. The beauty like an eagle is manifested in its soaring like the soul of heaven; Just like the beauty of a river, it is displayed in its turbulent rapids. Life is beautiful and short. Some people are lonely, some people are colorful, and different people have different life pursuits. Life is a one-way street with no return journey, and everyone uses all his time to move forward. ⑦ Life is to face the reality with a smile and look at the future over obstacles; Life is to cut green branches on the road of life with scissors of the mind; In the face of confusion or darkness, life is like a bright and smiling lantern, illuminating the depths of the soul. Life is like a mountain. What matters is not its height but its beauty. Life is like a rain, what matters is not its size, but its timeliness. 9. Maturity is a bright but not dazzling brilliance, a mellow but not greasy voice, a calmness that doesn't need to look at other people's faces and colors, an atmosphere that eventually no longer attracts the surrounding, a smile that ignores the hubbub, an extreme indifference that washes away, and a thick and unobtrusive height. Life is like a song, with more high-spirited melodies and less sad notes; Life is like a painting, with more bright colors and less gloomy tones. ⑾ Life is an encyclopedia, covering everything; Life is a lyre, which plays multiple beautiful melodies: life is a flying horse clock, and if you wind it well, you will get a concentrated life. ⑿ The road of life is long and colorful, just like the sea sailing on the horizon, sometimes it will be calm; Sometimes there are storms and it is difficult to drive. But as long as the lighthouse in our hearts is not extinguished, we can continue to sail along our own route. The road of life is long and colorful: I learn to laugh in the sun and be strong in the cloud; I cling to hope in the gale, and I cling to ideal in the rainstorm; When I stood at the midpoint and looked back, I walked out of a life path that belonged to me.