Happy time is written in classical Chinese.
Besides, you can enjoy yourself. Wizards and women, benefiting qi and teasing, feed them a spoonful of medicine.
On the other side of the river is a good place. It is lively and spacious. Men and women go shopping together and play jokes on each other, giving peony a long expression.
2, "Xiaoya Luming Literature"-the pre-Qin anonymous.
Playing the harp and piano, playing music, enjoying joy and laughter. I have good wine and good wine, and I have dinner guests in my heart.
Play the harp, play the piano, enjoy yourself and laugh. I have delicious and mellow wine to entertain guests.
3. After graduation-the suburb of Meng in Tang Dynasty
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
In the spring breeze, I proudly rode a fast horse and traveled all over the famous gardens of Chang 'an in one day with the same list of literati.
4. Bodhisattva melts flowers, the moon and the sun like water-Zhang Xiaoxiang in Song Dynasty.
The night is long and lonely, the dew is thick and the flowers are clear, and the heart is carefree and happy.
The night is long and silent, the dew is wet and thick, and the flowers are fresh. I am carefree and happy alone.
5. Children of Nanling entered Beijing-Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Calling the boys to stew yellow chicken for me, the children shouted my cotton cloth with a smile.
I shouted at the little servant, stew yellow chicken and pour white wine for me. The children laughed and made noise, which made my clothes dirty.
2. Say in classical Chinese: Today is the happiest day.
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Week-weather-
Time flies, and many memories fade with the passage of time. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love.
That morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Bobo, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.
Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help crying.
At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me.
"Bobo, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again. ...
An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it has always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard. ...