1, Hsinchu Xie
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. I will come out again the next year and grow taller.
Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo, and its growth depends entirely on the old branches. New ones will grow and grow taller next year.
2. "Planting Flowers in Fenghe Lvyetang" Tang Bai Juyi
The green field hall occupies the splendor of things, and passers-by show you your home. Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall?
The Green Field Hall is open, occupying the essence of everything. Passers-by said it was your father's home. Your father's students are all over the world. Why plant flowers in front of the house?
3, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring when everything is born. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths; Small lights, flashing fishing boats on the river look at the flowers with dew. Tomorrow morning, Chengdu will be full of flowers.
4. Untitled Time was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Moreover, the weather in late spring, when the east wind is about to harvest, makes people feel even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression.
The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope an angel like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
5, "Bees" Don Luo Yin
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?
Whether in the plain or at the top of the mountain, beautiful spring scenery is occupied by bees. After picking flowers and making honey, I don't know who to work hard for and who to be sweet for.
6. "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems" Qing Gong Zi Yan?
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
The sadness of parting extends to the distant place where the sun goes down. When you leave Beijing, you will feel that you are at the end of the world, and a whip is drawn to the east. I quit my job and went home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.
7, "Apprentice" Liu Tang Shang
There is nowhere in the void, like glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
The world is full of illusory illusions, as transparent as glass. Who can achieve that state of mind in poetry? Only inner purity can do it, and only Zen can produce wonderful poetry.
8. Bai Juyi, a Tang poem in Yuan Dynasty
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master. Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
When will I, a DPRK official, Henan Temple Ziyuan, meet again? Probably have to wait until there is nothing secular in my heart.
9. "Teacher Silkworm" is anonymous
It takes half a generation to teach children and daughters. White hair, sweet milk for life.
I have spent most of my life trying to educate my children (boys and girls). My hair has turned white, and I am willing to live so hard.
10, "Five Poems about Historic Sites (II)" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.
His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? . The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.
The reason why vegetation withers is because I know Song Yu's sadness. I can be a teacher because of my free and easy literary talent and profound knowledge. Looking back, I can't help crying. Although we are different, we are equally frustrated.
In your former residence, you left a brilliant literary talent in vain. Is it just a dream to rain in Wushan? Unfortunately, the Chu Palace has completely disappeared, but it is suspected that there are boatmen pointing out the remains.