Ode to Goose, Robin Wang Goose, Wild Goose, Wild Goose and Quxiang in Tang Dynasty. White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water. Translation: "Goose! Goose! Goose! " Facing the blue sky, a flock of geese are singing with their necks bent. Snow-white feathers float on the green water, and the red soles of the feet paddle clear waves, just like rowing. Heron Hall Wang Zhihuan Mountain blocks the daytime, and the sea drains the golden river. Climbing high and looking far, the sun sets in the west and approaches the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea in the east. If you want to see the scenery of Wan Li, please climb the building again. Gu Xing (excerpt) When Tang Li Bai was a child, he didn't know the moon, so he was called white. I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky. Sometimes I don't know the moon, which is called the white jade plate. I also suspect that it is the bright realm of Yaotai immortals, flying to the sky. Weeding in the Tang Dynasty, at noon in Li Shen, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? Farmers are weeding in the midday sun, and sweat drips from them on the land where seedlings grow. Who knows that every meal on the plate is bought by farmers with hard work?

1. Plum Blossoms In the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Several plum blossoms in that corner bloom alone in the cold. Why do you know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow? Because there is a faint plum blossom fragrance. Quiet night thinking that the foot of Tang Li Bai's bed is so bright, will it have frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Sitting on the bed by the well, watching the bright moon in the sky and the moonlight on the ground are like layers of frost. Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, I can't help but bow my head and meditate, missing my hometown more and more.

2. Xiao Chuntang Meng Haoran In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night. I don't know when I slept soundly in the spring night, but I heard birds singing everywhere when I woke up. I remember the wind and rain last night, and I don't know how many flowers were blown down. Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, and a group of egrets flying into the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward. I don't know when I slept soundly in the spring night, but when I woke up, I only heard birds singing everywhere. Remember last night when the wind was tight and the rain was heavy, I don't know how many flowers I knocked down? Bai Juyi, a gregarious bird in the Tang Dynasty, was as thin as flesh and blood. I advise you not to pat a bird. My son will be in the nest waiting for his mother to come back. Who says these birds have tiny lives and are as flesh and blood as all life? I advise you not to hit the bird on the branch. The bird is waiting in the nest for the mother bird to come back. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Excerpt) Du Fu in Tang Dynasty knew when it would rain and when spring would come. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Good rain knows the solar terms of rain. It is the time when plants germinate and grow, and it falls quietly at night with the spring breeze, silently moistening all things on the earth. A Gift for Wang Lun Tang Bai was about to take a boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Li Bai is going to leave by boat. Wang Lun came to see me off with a group of villagers. They walked arm in arm and sang. Although the Peach Blossom Lake is as deep as thousands of feet, it is not as good as Wang Lun's Farewell to Me. Long Songs (Excerpt) When did Han Yuefu die in the West? A lazy youth, a lousy age. One hundred rivers run eastward into the sea. When can they return to the west? If young people don't work hard in time, they will only regret it for a lifetime when they are old. In the second grade of primary school, Du Muyuan went up the cold mountain, and the stone path was oblique. There were people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. A winding path winds to the top of the mountain, and there are several places where white clouds float. Stop and enjoy the scenery of the maple forest. The fiery maple leaves are redder than the flowers in February in Jiangnan. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's dangerous building was 100 feet high, and his hands could pick stars. Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky. The high-rise building of the temple on the mountain is really high, it seems to be 100 feet. People upstairs seem to be able to pick off the stars in the sky with one hand. Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky. Looking at Lushan Waterfall, Li Bai's Rizhao incense burner in Tang Dynasty gave birth to purple smoke, looking at Qianchuan hanging waterfall. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. The sun shone on the incense burner peak, raising a purple mist. From a distance, the charming waterfall hangs in front of you like a wall. This wonderful landscape flying high above thousands of feet, in a trance, I suspect that it is from the Milky Way in the cloud nine. Three autumn leaves can fall and bloom in Li Jiao in February. Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt. Wind energy blows off the golden leaves on trees in autumn, and it can blow open beautiful flowers in spring. Blowing across the river can set off huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing into bamboo forests can overturn thousands of trees. Recalling the Tang Dynasty Jiangnan Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, and the scenery seems familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? How beautiful the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is. The picturesque scenery has long been familiar. Spring is coming, and the sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than the red ones, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan? I saw the Yuan Mei shepherd boy riding a yellow cow and singing loudly. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. The shepherd boy rode on the back of the cow, and the loud song echoed in the forest. Suddenly, I wanted to catch the cicada in singing in the trees, so I stopped singing and stood quietly by the tree. Back home, I wrote that Tanghe Zhang left home when he was young, and the local accent did not change. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. It's been a long time since I left my hometown, and I didn't know that my hometown had changed greatly until I got home. Only the clear water in front of Jinghu Lake under the spring breeze is still rippling as before. He Biyu in the Tang Dynasty in Liu Yong was dressed as a tree and hung with ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Graceful willows are like girls dressed in exquisite jasper, and countless branches are like green ribbons hanging from girls' clothes. I don't know who cut the thin willow leaves, but it cut the spring breeze in February like scissors. In Song Dynasty, Kou Zhun had only the sky, but no mountains and harmony. Look up at the red sun and look back at the low white clouds. When you climb Huashan Mountain, only the sky is above you. No other mountain can compare with Huashan Mountain. Looking up, the sun seems to be right in front of us. Looking down, the white clouds are lower than themselves. Early release of the city Tang Li Bai ci Cai Yun, a thousand miles of Jiangling one day also. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills. In the morning, I bid farewell to the towering Baidicheng. It takes only one day to sail in Jiangling, thousands of miles away. Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are still crowing in their ears, and before you know it, the canoe has crossed the green hills in Wanzhong. The Yellow Crane Tower bid Meng Haoran farewell to Yangzhou, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Old friends bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower from the west and went to Yangzhou, which was in full bloom in March. The shadow of the lonely sailboat disappeared in the blue sky, only to see the Yangtze River water rushing to the horizon. Xugong Hall in the new city, the hedges of Song and Yang Wanli are sparse all the way, and the trees are not shaded. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. The fence is sparse and a path leads to the distance. The petals on the tree are falling, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran after the yellow butterfly quickly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower and could not be found again.