Xiaoman's seven-line poem

In life, work and study, we all know some classic poems. Different poems have different language styles, characteristics and skills. There are many types of poems. What kind of poems have you read? The following are seven poems of Xiaoman collected by me, which are welcome for your reference and I hope to help you.

Dawn sign

Feng Gong in the Southern Song Dynasty

It's tiring to watch the crowd move, and I'm not the only one pushing food to travel.

It was dawn before the rooster sang, and it was raining when the frog started singing.

There was no heat in the Qing dynasty and entering the DPRK, but there was thunder in politics before Xiaoman.

Wine and cheap tea are fresh and cooked, so take this opportunity to have a look.

Grain Buds

Huaiyuanyuan

It is raining like smoke in the sound of dividing rules, moistening and forcing the red yarn to penetrate the guest carpet.

Huangmei is mostly old, and the silkworm next door is ripe in autumn.

There are 42 quatrains from Taochuan to Chenzhou.

Song Zhao Fan

It was rainy in one spring, but it was still like last year.

Jade calendar didn't know Xiaoying until it was checked, and she was worried that Yin Jiu would hinder silkworm sleep.

Grain Buds

Ouyang xiu in northern song dynasty

At night, the warbler sings green willows, and the bright moon wakes up in the sky.

I love long-headed wheat most, and I laugh in the wind.

Grain Buds

Don Liu Changqing

Last night, the jade plate sank into the river, and suddenly I dreamed of wheat fragrance at night

When people are full, don't forget the old bitter vegetables.

Wumen Zhi Zhu Cixiaoman

Wangqing Taixie

It's a good year to adjust the weather, warm wheat and cold beans.

After loquat turned yellow, Myrica rubra turned purple, which was just a small sky for farmers.

Luodi Nanbeihuangniu Village

He Ming Wu Biao

The two mountains were cut off at the edge of the sunset, and the boat stopped in the sand.

The stone valley is rainy, and the thatched eaves trees contain smoke.

The new cool calf belongs to the mulberry and the small man cuts the wheat field.

When I lived in the rafters, I was tired of swimming and remembering fairies.