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Poetry comes from life. Poetry is the flash of the sea of life. If we separate poetry from life, we cannot understand the essence of poetry. Many poems have sprung up at all times and in all over the world. "The scope of poetry is all life and nature; the poet looks at the myriad things, and his reflection is as multifaceted as the thinker's concept of these myriad things." Where there is life, there is poetry singing. The field of poetry is as vast as life.

The country has broken mountains and rivers, and the city is full of trees and trees in spring./When I feel the flowers and tears, I hate the birds who don't want to leave./The beacon fire lasts for three months, and the letters from home are worth ten thousand gold./The white head is shorter, and I can't beat the hairpin

Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was gusty, and deep sleep could not eliminate the residual wine. Ask the roller shutter man, but he says the crabapple is still there. No, no? It should be green, fat and red.

Although the tortoise lives a long time, it still has its own timing/The snake rides on the fog, and finally becomes dusty/The old hero has his ambition in a thousand miles/The martyrs are ambitious in their old age/In the period of prosperity and contraction, not only in heaven/the blessing of health and happiness, but also in eternal life/Blessed! Sing to chant

I'm crazy about being a teenager. Yellow on the left, green on the right, marten fur in brocade hat, and a thousand horses rolling flat on the hill. In order to repay him, I followed the imperial guard, shot the tiger and watched Sun Lang. The chest is still open after drinking. There is a little frost on the temples, why not! When will Feng Tang be sent to hold the festival? Can draw a carved bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius.

A pot of wine in the flower room, drinking alone without a blind date/raising a glass to invite the bright moon, forming three people against the shadow/the moon is unable to drink, the shadow follows me/accompanies the moon for a while, the pleasure must reach the spring/my song and moon wander, I dance in disorder/make friends when I wake up, disperse after getting drunk/travel relentlessly, and meet Miao Yunhan

Jianjia is green and white dew is frost. The so-called Yi people are on the side of the water/going back and forth, and the road is long; It is in the middle of the water/Jianjia is luxuriant, and the white dew is not there. The so-called Iraqi people are in the middle of the river/upstream from it, and the way is obstructed; Tracing back and traveling from it, you can enjoy the scenery in the river and the reeds. The so-called "Yi" refers to a person who moves back and forth from the water, and the road is blocked to the right; Follow it, and you will be in the water

In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north and Juzizhou head. See all the mountains are red, and the forests are stained; The river is clear, and hundreds of barges compete for the current. Eagles strike the sky, fish fly at the bottom, and thousands of frost days compete for freedom. The vast, ask the vast land, who is the master of ups and downs? Bring hundreds of couples to visit, and remember the past eventful years. Just like a schoolmate, he is in his prime; Scholar's spirit is strong and strong. Pointing out the country, encouraging the words, the dung was ten thousand marquis. Do you remember hitting the water in the middle stream, and the waves suppressing the flying boat?

Where can I find the Prime Minister's Ancestral Hall? Outside the Jinguan City, there are many cypresses. The green grass reflects the spring scenery, and the orioles across the leaves have a good sound. Three times of attention frequently annoy the world's plan, and two dynasties help the old ministers. He dies before he finishes his apprenticeship, which makes the hero full of tears.