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Poetry about moving

1, give clothes at noon.

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

On the Dragon Boat Festival, the emperor gave precious court clothes, and the favor was added.

The fragrant silk is spun into fine kudzu vine, and the soft wind blows as white as new snow. ?

From the sky, rain and dew are mixed, but in the heat, it is very cool to wear it.

The length of the clothes in the palace is all combined with the mind, and I will bear the hospitality of the emperor all my life.

On the Dragon Boat Festival, the emperor gave precious palace clothes and praised them greatly.

Xiangluoyi is made of the finest kudzu vine, so soft that it flutters with the wind and is as white as new snow.

Falling from the sky, the rain and dew are moist, and it is extremely cool to put on in the hot summer.

The length of the palace dress is to the liking, bearing the emperor's hospitality to life.

2. Don't be an old mother

Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren

The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.

On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.

3. Qiang villages 3 and 3

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The chickens are crowing and the guests are beating.

Drive the chicken to the tree, and only then can you hear the sound of chopping wood.

Four or five elders asked me about my long trip.

Every hand is lifted, and mud and sand are falling.

Don't say that the wine tastes weak, and there is no cultivation in the millet field.

The war has not stopped, and the children have already marched eastward.

Please sing an old song for your father: Bitterness!

After singing, I sighed and cried.

Crowds of chickens are crowing, and when guests come, the chickens fight.

I drove the chicken to the end of the tree, and then I heard someone knocking at Chai Men.

Four or five village elders came to express their condolences to me for coming back from far away.

Holding gifts in their hands, they poured the wine out of the bottle, some were clear and some were muddy.

Repeatedly explained: "The reason why the wine is weak is because there is no one working in the field."

The war didn't stop, and all the young people went to the East. "

Please let me sing for the elders and thank them for their deep feelings of bringing wine and condolences in difficult days.

After singing, I couldn't help sighing, and all the guests present were in tears, which made me very sad.

4. rich papaya

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

You give me papaya. I'll pay for Joan.

Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings.

You want to send me a peach, and I want to give it back to Qiong Yao.

Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings.

You give me wood, and I'll take Joan Jiu in return.

Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings.

Translation; You give me papaya, and I give it to Joan in return. Not to thank you, but to cherish feelings and be friends forever.

You give me Mu Tao, and I will give Qiong Yao in return. Not to thank you, but to cherish feelings and be friends forever.

You give me Muli, and I'll take Joan Jiu in return. Not to thank you, but to cherish feelings and be friends forever.

5. Stuff six songs, the first one

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass.

Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality.

The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night.

I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.

In May, the mountains were still covered with snow, with only cold air and no flowers at all.

Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", which has never been seen in reality.

The soldiers fought to the death with the enemy in the golden drum during the day, but slept with their saddles at night.

I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can pacify the frontier as soon as possible and make contributions to the country.