Write a poem about the traditional culture of China.

Ji Xianshu, a poet of "Bear the Blue Sky in Autumn"

(First of all, strange rain)

It doesn't rain in the west and it doesn't rain in the north. Do you believe what your friend doesn't say?

Try the image of a tall building, and have a good time drawing your sword to scare the silly slaves.

(2) After the rain)

Looking at chrysanthemums in the distance, roses look like Xia Hong.

The faucet is still alive with snow, and the hibiscus branches are against sisal.

(Third, the blue sky)

I haven't seen the blue sky for many years, and it rained earlier.

The beauty in my heart is born of greening, and the blue sky is endless.

(Fourth, white clouds)

When you see white clouds, you will never be the ashes of the Ming Dynasty.

The wind can't move the autumn birds, and the spirit of flying is refreshing.

(Fifth, butterflies)

Butterflies are playing today, and slaves will catch Yilan one by one.

It is said that love is in autumn, and as an observer, I suddenly wake up.

(Sixth, Swallow)

Lake light and autumn satin grind the sky, and the waves are windy and swallows grind it.

Flying posture is super green, and autumn is not as much as this time.

(Seventh, cricket)

Professional players are good at outside fighting.

People around you have nice voices, and the blue sky is watching you.

(Eighth, the weather)

After the new rain, half the city became cold, and it was vaguely early to change makeup.

Tomorrow the streets will be clear and the clothes of the city people will be thin.

(IX. Girls)

Hong Haier is like a girl, and the lotus flower is like a peach when no one is around.

Ziwei has been in bloom for a long time, but today it sighs with a small waist.

(Scene 10)

Finally, I stepped on the grass and didn't hear the bark. I wanted to find a melon outside my death.

Although the potholes are still in the past, there is nothing strange in time and space!