2. About Da Poetry
The poem about big is 1. What are the poetic sentences with the word "big"?
Liu Changqing sent Zhang Qi and Cui Zaihua to Fujian, China and North Korea, where there were no scholars and their families were poor in Laoshan. Send a person to the end of the world, pity people farther away.
The ancient meaning of Shang Liu is that he sleeps in cold clothes and opens the curtains with frost and dew. Last night, the wind blew tears, and there was ice in front of the pillow.
Zheng Gu's five pillars of Zhongtai (ancestors were in Nangong, seven surnames were Cao, and inscriptions were all there) survived the riots and became famous all over the world. When he arrived in Lang, he took something, just outside the honor gate.
The two poems on the Fenggan wall were originally empty and dust-free. If you can achieve this, you don't have to sit up straight.
Jiao ran mixed up six songs, who is the son of Qi, crying and listening to the sound of the piano. Dead feet are not popular.
Women in Songshan presented books to gentlemen, but they never forgot. Bright moon and seamount, autumn wind alone.
Take a rest, your face is mysterious and your nose is purple. Since there is no Zuo Dacheng, why talk more?
2. About Broad Poems
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
There is no fish in clear water, and there is no disciple when people look at it.
Do not disgrace the mission, just look at the flowers in front of the court; If you have no intention of staying or staying, it is easy to follow the clouds outside.
Gold is not enough, no one is perfect.
Not cold, not awake, not quiet, not far away.
There are hundreds of rivers and great tolerance; The wall stands a thousand miles, and it is just without desire.
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time?
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
3. What poems are there to express homesickness?
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother Wang Wei in Shandong.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Work hard at night.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. Poems describing homesickness _ poems expressing homesickness.
Thinking about Li Bai at night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Jiangwaisi Zhuang Xiangwei
I am always outside. Every spring, I am alone in the country, sitting under a tree and drinking. The trees on the tree should also know my homesickness.
Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Sauvignon blanc nalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Roy Yuan Zhen
Eyes full of sad winter scenery,
Shanhongshu Temple has many faces.
Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
People miss Xue Daoheng every day.
It has been seven days in spring, and I have been away from home for two years.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
Full moon and fifteen nights, Wang Jian
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
Qiu Si Zhangji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai: Quiet Night Thinking)
Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday.
Wind and fire in March, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold, 4 withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses.
* * * Tears at the full moon, for the heart, five places, all sick with the same wish.
Where homesickness accumulates, the ends of the earth gather turbulence. The shore is long and the lake is wide, and the sails fall in autumn. Buy wine to the fisherman, and share the fish boat with the lamp. Xiaoxiang should swim alone when he sees a goose.
When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it talks to the rain at dusk.
Wine turns into sorrow, into acacia tears.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! Was the plum blossom in full bloom when you passed my window? (Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems)
Under the blue mountain, we meandered forward, and my boat and I followed the green water until the river bank widened at low tide, and there was no wind to blow my lonely sail ... The night now succumbed to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was old, so I could finally send my messenger, Yan, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: At the foot of Shibei Gushan)
It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. I crossed the mulberry river for no reason, but I hope Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
There are clouds and mist in Kesashg, and the mountains and rivers here are deep. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Look at the clouds, cover your eyes, and miss home and raindrops. How to comfort yourself? Thanks to this north window piano.
Interrogating the voice outside the ridge, winter has passed and spring has come again. Now, people meet near my village, and I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
Cold food after a trip, tears of homesickness. The piano book is broken in the sky, and the peach, plum and spring rain. I'm not in the mood to drink, but singing seems to have a reason. How many people are out of town?
Driving a horse along the river, homesickness grows step by step. Whip the willow color and lose the cicada sound. Autumn crops are long and cold clouds are about the ancient city. When your family is poor, there is no land to return to farming.
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. After the wild goose falls, people think before the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: People are homesick every day)
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
When a teenager leaves home, the local accent remains the same. Children meet strangers, where do they come from? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
A tramp heard the drums heralding the battle, and a wild goose in autumn. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? . (Du Fu: Remembering brothers on a moonlit night)
The sound of Yu Di's Flying in the Dark is scattered in the spring breeze all over Los Angeles. Hearing the sound of willow branches breaking in this nocturne, everyone can't help but miss home.
About the poem "Da" 1. What are the poetic sentences with the word "big"?
Liu Changqing sent Zhang Qi and Cui Zaihua to Fujian, China and North Korea, where there were no scholars and their families were poor in Laoshan. Send a person to the end of the world, pity people farther away.
The ancient meaning of Shang Liu is that he sleeps in cold clothes and opens the curtains with frost and dew. Last night, the wind blew tears, and there was ice in front of the pillow.
Zheng Gu's five pillars of Zhongtai (ancestors were in Nangong, seven surnames were Cao, and inscriptions were all there) survived the riots and became famous all over the world. When he arrived in Lang, he took something, just outside the honor gate.
The two poems on the Fenggan wall were originally empty and dust-free. If you can achieve this, you don't have to sit up straight.
Jiao ran mixed up six songs, who is the son of Qi, crying and listening to the sound of the piano. Dead feet are not popular.
Women in Songshan presented books to gentlemen, but they never forgot. Bright moon and seamount, autumn wind alone.
Take a rest, your face is mysterious and your nose is purple. Since there is no Zuo Dacheng, why talk more?
2. About Broad Poems
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
There is no fish in clear water, and there is no disciple when people look at it.
Do not disgrace the mission, just look at the flowers in front of the court; If you have no intention of staying or staying, it is easy to follow the clouds outside.
Gold is not enough, no one is perfect.
Not cold, not awake, not quiet, not far away.
There are hundreds of rivers and great tolerance; The wall stands a thousand miles, and it is just without desire.
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time?
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
3. What poems are there to express homesickness?
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother Wang Wei in Shandong.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Work hard at night.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. Poems describing homesickness _ poems expressing homesickness.
Thinking about Li Bai at night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Jiangwaisi Zhuang Xiangwei
I am always outside. Every spring, I am alone in the country, sitting under a tree and drinking. The trees on the tree should also know my homesickness.
Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Sauvignon blanc nalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Roy Yuan Zhen
Eyes full of sad winter scenery,
Shanhongshu Temple has many faces.
Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
People miss Xue Daoheng every day.
It has been seven days in spring, and I have been away from home for two years.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
Full moon and fifteen nights, Wang Jian
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
Qiu Si Zhangji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai: Quiet Night Thinking)
Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday.
Wind and fire in March, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold, 4 withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses.
* * * Tears at the full moon, for the heart, five places, all sick with the same wish.
Where homesickness accumulates, the ends of the earth gather turbulence. The shore is long and the lake is wide, and the sails fall in autumn. Buy wine to the fisherman, and share the fish boat with the lamp. Xiaoxiang should swim alone when he sees a goose.
When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it talks to the rain at dusk.
Wine turns into sorrow, into acacia tears.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! Was the plum blossom in full bloom when you passed my window? (Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems)
Under the blue mountain, we meandered forward, and my boat and I followed the green water until the river bank widened at low tide, and there was no wind blowing my lonely sail ... The night now succumbed to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was old, so I could finally send my messenger, Yan, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: At the foot of Shibei Gushan)
It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. I crossed the mulberry river for no reason, but I hope Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
There are clouds and mist in Kesashg, and the mountains and rivers here are deep. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Look at the clouds, cover your eyes, and miss home and raindrops. How to comfort yourself? Thanks to this north window piano.
Interrogating the voice outside the ridge, winter has passed and spring has come again. Now, people meet near my village, and I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
Cold food after a trip, tears of homesickness. The piano book is broken in the sky, and the peach, plum and spring rain. I'm not in the mood to drink, but singing seems to have a reason. How many people are out of town?
Driving a horse along the river, homesickness grows step by step. Whip the willow color and lose the cicada sound. Autumn crops are long and cold clouds are about the ancient city. When your family is poor, there is no land to return to farming.
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. After the wild goose falls, people think before the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: People are homesick every day)
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
When a teenager leaves home, the local accent remains the same. Children meet strangers, where do they come from? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
A tramp heard the drums heralding the battle, and a wild goose in autumn. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? . (Du Fu: Remembering brothers on a moonlit night)
The sound of Yu Di's Flying in the Dark is scattered in the spring breeze all over Los Angeles. Hearing the sound of willow branches breaking in this nocturne, everyone can't help but miss home.
4. Poems that describe yourself walking where your heart can't reach.
Tang Li Bai dreamed of climbing Tianmu Mountain.
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
When will you return it when you leave, but let me raise a white deer on my green slope.
When I need you, ride to you, great mountain. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking people?
A person who will never be seen with a sincere face.