A poem describing many pedestrians on the road

Poems about pedestrians 1. Poems about "pedestrians"

1, the plum blossoms are all in bloom, and pedestrians can't come. (Su Dongpo's "Plums on the Ridge")

2, the fear of reappearance is endless, and pedestrians are driving again. (Zhang Ji "Qiu Si")

3. Mo Yan has no difficulty in going down the mountain and earned the wrong love from pedestrians. (Yang Wanli's Six Poems of Song Yuanchen Boiling Paint Shop)

It rains a lot in Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu's Qingming)

5, the road is drunk, birds call pedestrians every other day, and the sun returns to spring. (Ouyang Xiu's "Huanxisha")

6. Diligence and pedestrians talk to themselves, unlike prostitutes who fly by themselves.

7. The wicker broke and all the flowers flew away. Do you want to ask pedestrians to return? ("Sui Dynasty Anonymous Farewell")

That's enough. I hope so.

2. The famous sentence about missing one's relatives in hometown is inexpressible, and pedestrians are about to open it.

In the quiet night, I miss the moonlight in front of Li Bai's bed, could there have been a frost already?. Look up at the bright moon and miss your hometown with your head down. I miss my Shandong brother Wang Wei on holiday in the mountains. As a stranger, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. Knowing from a distance that my brother has climbed the mountain, there is one person missing from the dogwood. On the fifteenth night, I watched crows in Bai Shu in Wang Jian's atrium. Coody Leng was silent and osmanthus was wet. Tonight, I don't know where Qiu Si fell. Qiu Si was born in Luoyang. He wants to be a writer. As soon as the wind blows, geese flock to the courtyard. Lonely guests are the first to hear about it. -One journey took place on Mount Dede in Nalanxing, Sauvignon Blanc, and the other took place on water. It's a thousand lights at night. The wind changed into snow, and the dream of breaking the hometown failed, and there was no such sound in my hometown. The sky is clear, the old vines in Qiu Si are faint crows, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin horses in the west wind. The sun went down.