1. I am anxious to find a poem or word with the word "fu". The Gan Tang tree in front of Zhao Yin Hall in Beijing is dripping with dew.

Qian Qi

The internal history uses the meaning of Yao to govern Beijing and promote the grace of Hui. It is difficult to know whether qi is harmonious and auspicious.

Saving the drought and dew is a sign, just like a response pool. There are no peach trees. Sprinkle this Gan Tang branch.

Jade color is pure with people, and pearls hang down. The wind is in harmony with it, and the physical properties are prosperous.

Why do you feel rainy on the Phoenix Pool?

Linjiangxian

Cheng Dachang

From a distance, I recognized the correspondence between the two, which was a great success. Bauhinia is homologous but has different branches. It often seems that there is a time when you have to vote for your old age. Zi's surname is also notoriously clever, and greedy books are not idiots. The family pays attention to poetry books from generation to generation. Once on the dragon and tiger list, it merged with the Phoenix Pool.

spiritual song

Zhang yi

Flowers come first and then bloom, so how can we not let snow destroy them? Red, English and purple calyx, dotted from him, turned into dirt. A little fragrance, how much beauty, tightly hidden. With the rambling Yang Shuhua, wandering around, piling up like a mountain, the makeup point is big. Thank you, Dong Jun. Remove the cloudy one and break it at a time. Qianmeiji, Xiangruan, sat in the middle with me. Chewing the sign contains the business, vibrating the gold and knocking the jade, and everything is safe. Ask the West Lake, don't order peaches and plums, how about traveling together?

Nangezi

Zhang

Yufu is round, and the ice wheel is particularly clear. * * * Look at the embroidered clothes in the stars. Yuan was born to live in the DPRK all his life, so it's hard to be a brother. The beauty turns over the autumn shadow and laughs and laughs. He made colorful clothes dazzling in the middle of the year. Remember Danny and Yao Zui tonight?

Those charming eyes

Weiliaoweng

Dream of not going to orthodontics class. Go straight for five clouds. The outline is really happy, elegant and elegant, and the water is clear. Everyone will glance at the glory, and the spring dream will be seen in Xiaoyun. Wait another day. I really want to benefit and be tolerant of senior officials.

Linjiangxian

Zugao road

Not long after the crane cloud, when the wind blows. Mei Zhi, who called back, got angry. Spring wine moves, and the curtain hangs outside the piano. Dragon's song is a good song to attack life, and it is also a good song to sing new words in Guangxi. Come on, fly south early. An official tells a story that the whole world sees.

Manjianghong Liu Kezhuang

The work is hard, like carving ice and boiling gravel. You see, God is smart and natural. Hair color is not as green as before, so don't ask when it is red. Who can, under the moon, wait for the matchmaker and send a message? Throw in drinks and chase happiness. Sweep with a broom, cherish infatuation. There is a harmonious law, and it is not embarrassing at night. Little by little, I came to the layman's room, and clusters occupied the poet's country, so I had a high fever and wrote black silk with crimson wax, leaving the original.

2. I am anxious to find a poem or word with the word "Bi". In front of Zhao Yin Hall, the Gan Tang tree drips nectar. "The First Seven History" used Yao's meaning to run Beijing and publicize Huici.

It is difficult to know whether qi is harmonious and auspicious. Saving the drought and dew is a sign, just like a response pool.

There are no peach trees. Sprinkle this Gan Tang branch. Jade color is pure with people, and pearls hang down.

The wind is in harmony with it, and the physical properties are prosperous. Why do you feel rainy on the Phoenix Pool?

Cheng Dachang, a fairy from Linjiang, recognized the correspondence between Yu and Chi from a distance and achieved great success. Bauhinia is homologous but has different branches.

It often seems that there is a time when you have to vote for your old age. Zi's surname is also notoriously clever, and greedy books are not idiots.

The family pays attention to poetry books from generation to generation. Once on the dragon and tiger list, it merged with the Phoenix Pool.

The waterspout Zhang Yi came first and then opened. How can it be forbidden to be destroyed by ice and snow? Red, English and purple calyx, dotted from him, turned into dirt.

A little fragrance, how much beauty, tightly hidden. With the rambling Yang Shuhua, wandering around, piling up like a mountain, the makeup spots are big.

Thank you, Dong Jun. Remove the cloudy one and break it at a time.

A thousand beautiful machines, fragrant and soft, sit in the middle with me. Chewing the sign contains the business, vibrating the gold and knocking the jade, and everything is safe.

Ask the West Lake, don't order peaches and plums, how about traveling together? Zhang, a southern singer, is very round and the ice wheel is particularly clear.

* * * Look at the embroidered clothes in the stars. Yuan was born to live in the DPRK all his life, so it's hard to be a brother.

The beauty turns over the autumn shadow and laughs and laughs. He made colorful clothes dazzling in the middle of the year.

Remember Danny and Yao Zui tonight? With flattering eyes, Wei never dreamed of attending orthodontics class.

Go straight for five clouds. The outline is really happy, elegant and elegant, and the water is clear.

Everyone will glance at the glory, and the spring dream will be seen in Xiaoyun. Wait another day. I really want to benefit and be tolerant of senior officials.

Lv Zugao, a fairy in Linjiang, has never seen a crane cloud for a long time. Mei Zhi, who called back, got angry.

Spring wine moves, and the curtain hangs outside the piano. Dragon's song is a good song to attack life, and it is also a good song to sing new words in Guangxi.

Come on, fly south early. An official tells a story that the whole world sees.

Hongkezhuang in Manjiang worked hard to dry the leaves, which was like hard work. You see, God is smart and natural.

Hair color is not as green as before, so don't ask when it is red. Who can, under the moon, wait for the matchmaker and send a message?

Throw in drinks and chase happiness. Sweep with a broom, cherish infatuation.

There is a harmonious law, and it is not embarrassing at night. Little by little, I came to the layman's room, and clusters occupied the poet's country, so I had a high fever and wrote black silk with crimson wax, leaving the original.

3. What are the poems about the Mogao Grottoes? 1. General Xuanwei returned to his hometown after being demoted. Tang-Xu Xuan

Looking south to the west room, the pavilion still locks the courtyard wall.

The son of heaven has never seen a willow, and the general seeks to defend Dunhuang.

The steep and grotesque mountain is colorless, and the water is not fragrant.

For the loneliness of Confucianism, I will be killed by the sadness in front of the door.

2. Ming-Zheng Juzhen, "Hongwu Returning to the Sea and Going out to Huining North for Business".

North of the Great Wall, near the ancient castle, there are few people at sunset.

Across the river is the land of Hexi, and Dunhuang is Jiuquan.

3. "At the end of Yongqing, we presented Xin' Wu An' Wei Mingwang.

Thrifty, the north wind blows four scenery, and one year is poor and lonely. Suddenly, I heard that a guest came to Daguan, with a clear posture and a wild stand.

Daqingshan is an antique mountain, radiant. In summer, King Jiu Mu casts gold, but the mountains in osawa are far away.

Yu Kan goose chop Kunwu, gluttonous as Ssangyong. Honglong fanned the fire, and purple smoke flew to the bone.

Brocade shows ink, Hedong Erliu is in Dunhuang. Fifteen words in the civil history, the cliff collapses and the rock breaks the secret pavilion.

I also made a Korean hook, and the ship cut the emerald. Fang Ding's father, Yin Yawen, stunned all the guests.

The baby in the basket is dying. Who will cut a new one from Ke Ting? Alas, it's not easy, and you poured money.

4. The poem Mogao Grottoes, also known as "Thousand-Buddha Cave", is one of the three grottoes art treasures in China. It is known as the most valuable cultural discovery in the 20th century and the "Louvre in the East". It is located in Dunhuang at the western end of Hexi Corridor and is famous for its exquisite murals and statues. It was founded in the Sixteen Kingdoms period before Qin Dynasty, and has formed a huge scale after the Sixteen Kingdoms, Northern Dynasties, Sui, Tang, Five Dynasties, Xixia and Yuan Dynasties. There are 735 caves, 45,000 square meters of murals and 24 15 clay sculptures. It is the largest and richest Buddhist art shrine in the world.

Some ancient poems written by Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes;

Farewell to Snow in Border Town Hu Jing Lingwu

Year: by Wang Zhuo.

Dunhuang Road, Wan Li Road and San Chun Xue are unclear. Riding seems to have taken you a long way. I stayed away from the sand, and I was stunned by the moon. Hometown geese fly, and it is a feeling to send them away.

Dunhuang music

Year: Ming Author: Yang Shen

The horn blew through the plum blossom, and Hu Yun picked up Qin Xia from a distance. White geese are stuffed with purple in the west wind, and yellow sand is carved with soap in the sunset. In the Han Dynasty, shepherds were asked to watch festivals and put on pipa. I returned to the clouds in my dream, and I felt tears flowing all over the sky.

Dunhuang music

Ming author: Zeng Bai

Tubo athletes, flushed, walked into the Yellow River and let Ma Fei. There are few pedestrians in the seven customs, and the battlefield of bones is vertical and horizontal. The strong men in Dunhuang cried, and their voices were urgent on all sides. The beacon lights went out and the birds didn't fly. It hasn't been clear for eleven years. Before the end of Chang 'an in Sichuan, did you ever return home by borrowing soldiers? The gloomy clouds are bleak even in the desert, and the north wind blows snow. The general is still in power at dusk, and the strong man is still dressed in iron at night. In the city, the horse is exchanged for the wheat, and the decisive battle is better than the death. Once Land Rover suddenly boarded the city, and the strong flute rustled on the city. At that time, Hu's custom was followed, and he still hides the Tang suit. Every year, I think of the cold food in the Central Plains, and I will cry when I look at my hometown. When will the loyalists win?

General Xuanwei Miao returned to his hometown after being demoted.

Author: Xu Xuan

Looking south to the west room, the pavilion still locks the courtyard wall.

The son of heaven has never seen a willow, and the general seeks to defend Dunhuang.

The steep and grotesque mountain is colorless, and the water is not fragrant.

For the loneliness of Confucianism, I will be killed by the sadness in front of the door.

5. What are the poems about ceramics? Poems about porcelain are:

1, Guo Moruo, topic and ceramics museum

Later, he came from several eastern countries to seize the Wanbang porcelain market;

The annual income is 70 million dollars, more than the top ten in Chixian County.

Novel pattern form, large supply and demand;

We should go beyond the international level and carry it forward.

2. Title and Art Porcelain Factory Guo Moruo

China is a country of porcelain, and the peak of porcelain industry is this capital;

Since the Song Dynasty, fame has spread, and China and the outside world have suffered losses.

It is more expensive than treasures and mirrors, and paintings are more beautiful than Jing Guan's words.

Technological innovation is lean, and the pioneers keep advancing.

3, "First Arriving in Jingdezhen" Dong

Changnan has been a porcelain capital since ancient times and enjoys a good reputation at home and abroad.

Blue and white glaze conveys beautiful colors, and Fiona Fang is shaped like a container to contain beads;

The artistic sculpture is lifelike, and the painting is better than the description.

Technological innovation is practical and * * * is the future.

4, "You Jingdezhen" Xie Juezai

Fine and refined ingredients, excellent modeling and painting skills;

I know that everyday ordinary products have consumed a lot of labor.

The style of "four RUs" has been passed down since ancient times, and the more famous the wheel, the more important it is;

Porcelain has jumped to the present, and the quantity and quality have to be doubled.

5. "Wu Ranting Fu in Jingdezhen" Ming Miao Zhou Zong

The pottery shed leans heavily against the shore, and the sails cover Jiang Lai every day;

Workers don't have to be smart, this device can throw away the materials in the county.

1. Guo Moruo (1892- 1978), male, formerly known as Guo Kaizhen, whose real name is Tang Ding, whose real name is Wu Shang, whose real name is Wenbao, whose pen names are Moruo, Maiang, Guo Tangding, Shi Tuo, Gao Ruhong, Yang Yizhi, etc. 1892 165438+1October16 was born in Shawan, Leshan, Sichuan. He graduated from Imperial University of Kyushu, a modern writer and historian, one of the founders of New Poetry, the first president of China Academy of Sciences, the first president of University of Science and Technology of China, and a foreign academician of Soviet Academy of Sciences.

2. Xie Juezai (1884-197 1 year), formerly known as Xie Weilun, was born in Ningxiang, Hunan, party member, an outstanding producer in China, one of the "Five Old Men in Yan 'an", a proletarian revolutionary, politician, outstanding social activist and a native of the Communist Party of China (CPC).

6. What are the ancient poems about frogs?

1. Early summer seclusion (Song Dynasty).

Lakes and mountains are my home, and willow trees are a path. When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.

Lakes and mountains are my home, and the path is faint under the shade of Sophora japonica. When the lake overflows, egrets are dancing, grass is singing and frogs are everywhere. The bamboo shoots of the new crop have matured, but the brush flowers have just begun to bloom. When we met, we never met. Who mentioned it before we dreamed of having tea at noon?

2. "Ke" (Song)

Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.

On a rainy night in Huangmei season, frogs croak in the grass pond in the country. At this time, it was midnight, but my friend didn't come as promised, and he knocked on the chess pieces in boredom, and the lamp ash fell on the chessboard.

3. "Spring is bursting" (Song) Cao Qian

In the late spring, no one has asked about the fallen flowers on the road, only the shade is boundless and boundless. The orioles in the Woods stopped crying, but came to the pond covered with grass alone to listen to the frogs.

In the late spring, no one has asked about the falling flowers on the road, only the thick shade is boundless and scattered all over the world. The orioles in the forest have long stopped calling, so they can only walk alone to the grassy pond to listen to the frogs.

4. Stay (Song)

You can't change old clothes in a spring. It's raining all over the mountains and yellow mud, and the white board of Tianjia buckles the night. Sleeping in the sound of frogs, my heart returned from the dream of becoming a butterfly. If you don't send nine letters to your hometown, geese will fly from the north to the south.

Only Dai Li followed me the wrong way. After a spring, I was still wearing winter clothes. Walking hard on the yellow mud slope in the drizzle, I knocked on the white wooden door of the farmer's house when it was dark. At night, despite the noise of frogs, I turned into a butterfly and returned to my hometown in my thoughts. It's a pity that after writing so many letters, the geese in the sky don't send books, but fly from north to south.

5. "Xijiang Moonlight Walk on Huangsha Road" (Song) Xin Qiji

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to blow the cicadas in the distance. In the fragrant rice, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year. There are light clouds in the sky, twinkling stars appear from time to time, and it is raining in front of the mountain. In order to avoid the rain, we slowly crossed the stream from the bridge. Where did the hut shop by the Woods near the Land Temple go before? Turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us.