Baba lives, draws water, cooks and takes medicine on time every day.

When the sun is fine, put yourself in it like a piece of dried tangerine peel.

Drink tea in turn: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose and lemon.

These beautiful things seem to take me on the road of spring.

So I kept the snow in my heart again and again.

They are too white, too close to spring.

Read your poems in a clean yard. This kind of human thing

Trance is like a sparrow flying suddenly.

And time is bright. I'm not fit for grief.

If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry.

I will give you a book about plants and crops.

Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass

Tell you the barnyard grass in a horrible spring.

2, "Process"-Lin Bai

You haven't shown up in January

You sleep next door in February.

It rained heavily in March.

Roses are everywhere in April.

In May, we sat opposite each other like in a dream.

So in June.

In June, the grass blooms and smells everywhere.

In July, the wheat waves rolled with the grass until the end of the world.

August is August. August is my secret.

In August, I am the water in the bottle, and you are the cloud in the blue sky.

September and October are two eyes.

Filled with the sea, you are at sea and I am at the bottom of the sea.

1 1 month hasn't arrived yet.

I saw December through the window.

It snows heavily in December.

3. Zhao Changqing's "Spring Scene of the Operator"

Spring fills the south of the Yangtze River, and there are many grasses in March.

If you are bitten by birds, you will hate coming far away, and they all bark.

Don't learn mandarin ducks, look back at Linping Road.

People have long eyebrows like distant mountains, and mountains are not as long as eyebrows.

When you read this word, you often sing it, and a person comes to mind.

4. Yu Ji's "The Wind Becomes Loose, Send Ke Zhongjing"

Huatang tea leans on the clear, and the flowers are numerous.

A few nights, straight into the golden palace, the east wind is soft, and the flowers stop.

The book is a letter to Xuchuan Palace Candle. He tried on a shirt for the first time.

The water in the ice pot in Yugou is blue, and the flying swallows whisper.

The heavy curtain is still cold. Who will deliver it and seal it in silver?

The reporter returned, and the apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River spring rain.

The phrase "apricot blossoms and misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River" sums up the poetry of the south of the Yangtze River to the extreme and is beautiful. It is worse than "the river is as green as blue in spring".

5, Yan "The Leak"

Small window, under the thin shadow. Let's make up the mirror. Mei is like snow, and snow is like people. There is no dust at all.

It's cold at dusk and people are ringing. It is even more hazy. Mountains are like jade, and jade is like a king. Look at each other with a smile.

6. Li Shangyin's "A Short Message to a Northern Friend on a Rainy Night"

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

After reading for thousands of years and times, it is still so warm.

7. Yan Zhetian

The first time I met you, in the crisp cup where I met you for the first time, it was so gentle, beautiful and affectionate that my face flushed when I took a sip. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.

Remember to meet each other after parting. A few times, I dreamed of being with you. Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream.

8. Zhu Dunru's "Partridge Sky"

Once drunk for plum blossoms, beautiful women sought new words hand in hand. Pale red is full of mandarin ducks, and thick blue is full of jade.

When people are old, nothing is right. Don't drink tears before flowers. Now, I want to close the door and sleep. The next plum blossom is snowing.

I like both, especially the poem The Hill.

9. Chao's Apricot Xiangzi

Peaches were planted the year before last, and now they are peaches. There are many orioles, and the looks are known.

Micro-line clear dew, thin shoes oblique light. For lovers in the forest, I am idle, who is drunk.

Why don't you get old, often idle and often drunk, make a name for yourself and make trouble.

It's hard to be weak, and it's too late to be stupid. But the wine goes with you, the moon sits with you, and the shadow plays with you.

10, carnivore Su Shi

There is no dust on a clear night, and the moonlight is like silver. When it is full, it must be full of ten points.

This is both fame and fortune, but it is a waste of people and money.

A pony in a sigh, a fire in a stone, and a dream.

Although you hold an article, who will kiss you? And Tao Tao, happy innocence.

When will you go home? Be an idle person.

Yes, a piano, a pot of wine and a cloud.

1 1, Zhang Kejiu's full moon, a book in the mountains.

The rise and fall of eternal dreams, poetic eyes tired of the world.

Kong Mu, Wu Gong, Chu Temple West Western jackdaw.

Several huts and thousands of books are invested in this ancient village.

What happened in the mountains? Pine flowers make wine, and spring water decocts tea.

Yu Meiren Jie Jiang 12

Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint.

In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.

Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn.

13, Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man II.

Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old.

The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain.

The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow.

Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.

14, Zhu Yizun's "Returning to Dian Qiu"

Thinking about the past and thinking about the future, crossing the river, the green moth overlooks the mountain.

* * * Sleep for Agger to listen to the autumn rain, and the small basket is light and cold.

15, Zhang Xiaoxiang "Nian Nujiao Guo Dong Hall"

On the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is not a breath of wind on the grass in Dongting Lake. Jade Sword Qiongtian covers 30,000 hectares and gives me a boat.

The moon is shining, the Milky Way is shining, both inside and outside. The bright moon and the bright galaxy reflect their posture in this vast jade scene, and the water surface is bright and clear.

Experience the emptiness of everything, but I don't know how to go out and encourage you. Short hair, small sleeves, cold, steady and wide.

Now, I am wearing cold hair and clothes, drifting quietly in this boundless pale sea. I wonder what night it will be.

The artistic conception of the whole poem is ethereal and broad, clear and quiet.

16, Zhang, Moonlit Night on the Spring River.

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river!

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year.

17, Xizhou Song

Miss Mei wants to go to Kau Xizhou and break plum blossoms on the north bank of the Yangtze River.

Thin clothes are as red as apricots and hair as black as crows.

Where is Xixi Jiao? The two oars on board can be placed at the ferry pier of the Kau Xizhou Bridge.

It's getting late, Shrike flies away, and the night wind blows into Sapium sebiferum.

Under the tree is her home, and her emerald hair is exposed in the door.

She opened the door and didn't see her sweetheart. She went out to pick red-violet flowers.

Autumn, autumn Nantang, she is holding a lotus seed, and the lotus grows taller.

Bow your head and get lotus seeds, green as water.

Hide lotus seeds in your sleeve. Lotus seeds are red and transparent.

Miss my husband, but not yet. She looks up at the swan in the sky.

The sky was full of geese, and she went up to the tower to see her husband.

Although the tower is high, she can't see her husband. She leans against the railing all day.

The railing bent and bent into the distance, and her hands were as bright as jade.

The curtain is so high, rippling like sea water, empty and generally dark green.

If the sea is as long as a dream, then you are sad and I am sad.

If Nanfeng knows how I feel, please blow my dream to Puxi Island.

18, The Book of Songs by Zheng Fengye.

Weed tendrils, dew shining on the grass.

A beautiful woman is walking on the road, very beautiful.

It's perfect for me to meet a real coincidence.

Wild weeds grow in rows, and dew is round and round on the grass.

A beautiful woman is walking on the road, with clear facial features and beautiful and moving.

I didn't expect to meet the real Joe, and she was both happy.

19. Hu Shi's dreams and poems

It's all a common experience

Are all ordinary images

Fall into a dream by accident

How many novel tricks have you changed?

Are normal emotions.

It's all common language.

Met a poet by chance.

How many novels and poems have changed?

You don't know the power of wine until you are drunk.

Love is the only way to know-

You can't be my poem.

Just like I can't dream about you.

20. Yin Gao "answers"

children

that

Not flowers.

That's not a butterfly

This is an illusion.

Me too.

It was a vision a long time ago.

Hello, I'm fine. What should I do?