1.
Pinyin: [qiféng duǒshǒu]
Interpretation: meet: meet. Meet an opponent at chess. Metaphor means that both sides of the struggle are equally capable.
Source "Jin Shu Xie Anchuan": "An Changqi is not as good as Xuan; Is the fear of the sun; Is an opponent; And it is invincible. "
roughly the same
Pinyin: [b Xiāng shàng Xià]
Interpretation: You can't tell the difference between high and low. The description level is equivalent.
Source: Tang Lizhao's Tang Shi Supplement: Zhenyuanzhong; Yang and Mu brothers; Charm; Comparable. "
3. lose your car and keep handsome
Pinyin: o Shu à i
Description: the tactics of chess match. It is a metaphor for sacrificing more important things and protecting the most important things.
Example: this is the way to lose your car and keep handsome.
shilly-shally
Pinyin: [Pei Kuibu Wu]
Interpretation: Holding a chess piece, I don't know which one to play next. Metaphor is indecisive and indecisive.
Source: "Zuo Zhuan Xiang Gong Twenty-five Years": "The chess player makes a decision; Cannot be coupled. "
5. Post-production
Pinyin: [hüfāzh rén]
Interpretation: send: launch; Control: control, unity. Wait for the other side to strike first, and then seize the favorable opportunity to fight back.
Source: "Xunzi Bing Yi": "Later; Come first; This is also the key to using soldiers. "
defeat one's opponent by a surprise move
spell
Interpretation: odd: Indiana Jones, odd plan; System: uniform. Defeat the enemy with a surprise attack. A metaphor for winning in an unexpected way.
Source: Sun Tzu's Art of War: "Anyone who uses soldiers; Is right; Surprise. Therefore, good people are strange; Infinite as heaven and earth; Endless as a river. "
7. A dead end to life
Pinyin: [juél féng shēng]
Interpretation: describe getting a chance to live in the most dangerous time.
Source: Feng Ming Menglong "Warning the World: Repentance of Returning to Yuan to Go Abroad to Be Poor": "As the saying goes,' Ren Ji Tian Xiang, a rescue'." "
8. the authorities are fascinated, and the bystanders are clear.
Pinyin: [dāng júzh mí, pá ng guā n zh ě q and ng]
Interpretation: authority: a chess player; Onlookers: Chess players. The parties are at a loss about what happened, but the onlookers can see it clearly.
Source: "Old Tang Book Yuan Xing Chuan": "The authorities are fascinated, and the onlookers are clear."
2. Are there two brothers and sisters in A Dream of Red Mansions?
Don
The two sisters grow up day by day, and they will become friends. I can hold my color and untie my scarf.
When I miss the past, I am small and I don't know how to get close. From now on, I will leave hatred, and I will diligently wipe my tears.
I'm younger and I don't know anyone when I come back. Although cohabitation is used to it, people haven't found it yet.
As Vietnamese, it tastes extremely sweet in water towns. Don't be the hardest, tears will be remembered.
Send a sister-in-law at night.
Tang Bai Juyi
If you have feelings, you miss your sister-in-law. If you have life, you worry.
Wan Li, after many years, was lonely all night.
The sick face is not an old face, so I forced a new face after thinking about it.
We will meet again sooner or later, and we will grow up separately.
Feel sorry for your sister-in-law
Tang Shen Qian Yun
It's warm in spring today, and the apricot blossoms in the east wind are tearing. Muscle strength is not as long as it is, but I envy the stones in the stream.
Immortals are difficult to be accurate, and the middle life is very fulfilling. I have suffered a lot of injuries recently, and I am glad to see my temples turn white.
Between sticks, quinoa and bamboo forests, there is a graceful old footprint. I am the owner of the forest garden, but he is a guest of the forest garden.
Brothers can keep half, but nothing is precious to the dead. There is no future, I see pine and cypress.
How many people can have flesh and blood? When you get older, you separate. It is not easy for me to avoid this temperament.
Only by thinking about your generation can you see the comfort in the morning and evening. I've lived my whole life, and I'm not comfortable.
Send my sister-in-law to Jiang
Tangxutang
No return, not no return. It's better to climb the cloud road than to continue fishing in the Rocky Mountain.
The number of wild people goes, and the poor sea is scarce. It's hard to get into isolation, and it's not a matter of living alone.
3. What are the poems about "what happens after losing a friend"? 1. Affectionate feelings have been hurt since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the clear autumn festival! -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
Commentary: since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand!
2. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. -Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Biedong University"
Commentary: Don't worry about having no confidant in the road ahead. Who doesn't know you in the world?
There are gains and losses in the month, and flowers bloom and fade, thinking that life is the hardest to leave. -Zhang Mingshan's "Pu Tianle Chanting Poems"
Commentary: The full moon is sparse, flowers bloom and fall, and flowers bloom and fade. The most bitter thing in life is to leave.
4. Decline orchids to send guests to Xianyang Road. If there is love in the sky, it will be old. -He Zhu's "It's hard to walk with a tiger's hand tied"
Explanation: I couldn't bear to open my eyes when I was sent out of Beijing by the roadside.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. -Li Yu's "Clean Sand Order, Rain Outside the Curtain"
Commentary: When the sun goes down, I lean on the railing of a tall building alone and look into the distance, because I think of the infinite mountains and rivers I had in the past, I will feel infinite sadness in my heart. It's easy to leave, but difficult to see again.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
Commentary: It is rare to meet, let alone see you again. In addition, the weather in late spring, the east wind is coming, which makes people even more sad.
7. I advise you to drink more, there is no reason to go out. -Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu/Sending Yuan Er Shi Anxi"
Explanation: I sincerely suggest that my friend have another glass of wine. It's hard to meet old relatives when you go west from Yangguan.
8. Affectionate is just a spring festival, but it's still one thing to keep people taking pictures. -Zhang Mi "The Sender"
Commentary: Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines in the courtyard away from people.
9. The old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. -Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.
Commentary: The old friend waved to me frequently, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and went on a long trip to Yangzhou on this bright March spring day.
10. Snow used to be like flowers, but now it's like snow. -Fan Yun's "Don't Poetry"
Commentary: Last time I left, the snow fell like a flower. Now I come back, as white as snow.
1 1. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked up. -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
Commentary: Hand in hand, looking at each other, eyes full of tears, until the end, there is nothing to say, a thousand words can not be said in the throat.
12. Meeting and getting drunk is the leading edge, and it is a stormy place. -Su Shi's "Queqiao Xiantanabata"
Explanation: Meeting and getting drunk today is a kind of fate. Who knows where they will go after they break up?
4. Ask for a poem 1 describing the hardships of life and write a book.
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
I have never seen a green hill in my eyes, and I have no sideburns in the mirror.
Just say that you don't do anything when you get old, and you want to do more in middle age.
I look at the green hills with my eyes full, but I have no leisure to go swimming. I look pale in the mirror, but what can I do? When I was young, I was busy, thinking that I would be relaxed when I was old. Now I find that there are more dusty things in middle age.
2, partridge day, and nine.
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
There's nothing to frown about. When I am old, I feel sad. Turn around in a hundred years, and everything will be long.
Pillow on the stream, chess in the bamboo. Afraid of looking for wine companions and lazy poems. Very muscular, very boastful, only better than when I was sick.
Why are you so sad because you are free? It's not because of the helplessness of old age, but because of the evening scenery that is not in the mood. Life is a hundred years, just like the shadow of the sun moving flowers. Every time I see my temples turn gray in front of the mirror, I feel disheartened and everything is empty!
Every day, I get drunk at Xitou and play chess with bamboo trees to kill this leisure time. Where can there be the old pride of inviting friends to get drunk and write poems? Where is the spirit of going forward and not wanting to get others into trouble? What's left is just the weakness after years of long illness!
3. Send some replies to Huang.
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't send geese to deliver books. Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain.
Housekeeping, but with four vertical walls, does not cure diseases. I want to study, my head is white, and apes cry over streams.
I live on the northern seashore, while you live on the southern seashore. You want to send a book to Hongyan, but it can't fly to Hengyang. Spring breeze watching peaches and plums drink wine, rivers and lakes are down and out. I have been away for ten years, and I often miss you in the autumn rain.
You only have four empty walls to support your livelihood. It's hard. The ancients made a good doctor by folding their elbows three times. I hope you don't. I think you are poor, self-sufficient and study hard, and now your hair is white. Through the miasma-filled mountain stream, the apes wailed and climbed the ivy deep in the forest.
4. Afternoon pillow
Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
A hundred years of spring dreams have passed, and I don't want to play the flute here. Weeds bloom and fall, and songbirds reward each other.
The old road is buried and the new path is opened, and Zhu Hu looks at the painted building obliquely. It's sad to want a cup without a partner.
It seems like a hundred years have passed since I woke up, but I can only stay in a dream without immortal Taoism. Weeds bloom and fall, but pigeons still pay each other.
The old road has been covered with weeds, so we must find another road. The vermilion gate is crooked, and the carved gallery and painted building behind it are faintly visible. If you want to take a swig, you will only regret that no one drinks it. You can only look at the decadent scene in front of you and sigh that things are different, and it is difficult to calm down at the moment.
5. Miscellaneous poems
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
Life without a base is like the dust of the road. Life blowing in the wind, the body has gone through hardships, and it is not what it used to be.
When the world is brothers, why do brothers of their own brothers want to date each other? When you meet a pleasure, you should be happy, and you should invite your neighbors to drink.
Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day. It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one.
Life has no roots in the world, floating like dust in the Tao. Life blowing in the wind, this body has gone through hardships and is no longer what it used to be. The whole world wants to be brothers, why do biological brothers want to date each other?
When you are happy, you should be happy. If you have wine, you should invite your neighbors to drink it. Once youth is gone, it is impossible to come back and never see the next day. We should encourage ourselves in our prime. Time goes by and waits for no one.
5. Describe my loving father mourning his parents and giving birth to my poem.
The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.
Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
[Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui did not have a good father and brother in his life, nor did he have a strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.
"Motto Lian Bi" Lu You "to see the village children playing in the water" Rainy streams sweep the embankment flat, watching the village children playing in the water late. Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind.
In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders. Literacy is roughly equivalent to hard labor, and you don't have to work hard for fame. The grass is behind the mountain, so you have to hide the door when you go out all day.
Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children. I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice! Xiuzi pays tribute to his father Chen Geng 1 March 3rd, which is the fifth anniversary of his father's death. At home, he worships sacrifices and is pregnant with emotions. With it, he pays tribute: the incense column is clear and the heart is sad; Cigarettes are around, and it's hard to say. People have been going to Xi for five years; My mind is like a thousand years.
Fang Sizhi, it is difficult to ban; I thought about it at first, but I didn't want to cry. Shout, don't listen; Cry, but don't listen
Recalling the past, I once stepped on the moon shadow; When I thought about it, it was dawn. Stepping on the moon, Tian He is already Mu Juanjuan; It is dawn, and the skirt is still covered with frost.
Used to hard work, busy all day; Simple and honest, life is safe and rare. Sorry, I have never left the countryside in my life; Alas, it's hard to break down from overwork.
In the moonlight, the family talked and laughed; When you are alive, you often teach and never forget. The most unforgettable thing is the groan of the stomach in the hospital bed; What a pity! My brother died after a sleep.
Since then, I have been different, whispering; Heaven and earth are dim, and we meet in our dreams. Alas, it hurts, and a little tear sinks into the river.
Sadly, voice calls spread over nine days. The wheels of years run over the burden of life on your thin body and press you tightly on your scarred shoulders. As always, you walk on the bumpy road with no regrets. Your son is the hope of your life and the pillar of your soul. Countless tragic days, you have taught your son, and you have opened up the road of life for your son with your eternal persistence. Father and son are the sails of your hope, and you are the river that carries my life, father. If you are the sea, let me ride the wings of seagulls, kiss the clouds in the blue sky, cut off a piece of sunshine and paint the blueprint in your heart. If you are the sea, please let me board a long-distance ship. I will play with the fish and fold your expectation and my helplessness into a windsurfing board. All the barriers will disappear in the distance between the sea and the sky. The song of the tiger will not become a paradise to pursue. On the coast of the new world, I will plant the seeds of your hope, no matter whether the leaves are lush or not tomorrow. I am the daughter of the sea. Your sea is always full of deep expectations for windy days. Your powerful arms carry me to the vast vault to receive the sunshine. Even if it turns into smoke, I will pay tribute to my father. My father was exhausted all his life. Your belief is only to seek happiness for his children. Thanks to your efforts, the harmonious and happy life of the family is getting better and better every day. Maybe only mom is good in the world, and not many people have appeal, because it is undeniable that dad is no less devoted to his family than mom. In reality, dad is the source of family income. He silently supported the whole family without any complaints. In the eyes of the father in the world, nothing is more important than relying on his family, so as a father, he is destined to work hard for a comfortable and happy life for his family. What a respectable and great father. There is no more selfless love in the world than fatherly love. This is Father's Day, to express our sincere love to our father. When my father is hazy, it is a mountain. When he sits on his shoulder, he can always see far away. When he is sensible, he is a stubborn bent pine tree. I didn't know how heavy my weight was. So heavy and now, father, you are a deep poem. Your son silently reads tears and gently sheds his father's blue sky, a dark and mysterious mountain, a quiet and deep vast land, a vibrant opportunity, and how harmonious all creatures are with nature. The field ridge in Tanaka is a beautiful staff, the grains dancing in the wind are jumping notes, and the Jiuqu Mountain Road is the string of heaven and earth, which was pulled out by the light footsteps of parents, but it is the swan song of life. Sweat runs in the canal dug by years, stirring the waves of development. The blue veins are the Great Wall built by strength. Gong Yu's spirit of moving mountains extends from here. Moonlight moistens this quiet night. The running water in front of the house took away all the fatigue. I feel peace in snoring, and I feel the light of white hair in the mirror. The years when my father was built by wind and rain have profoundly outlined wisdom and life. Father's grace is no longer. There are traces everywhere. Dead leaves and lush grass have long since disappeared. Why are the years in such a hurry? I remember that night, my father took my little hand to see the sunset dyed red by hongyun. My father seems to be expecting a dream of mine. Guiltily, I dare not look directly at the large clouds that my father expected. It seems that my father loves me deeply. I want to cry for joy. When I was a child, my father always said to me: I am a big tree. You are a small tree. Now a grown-up little tree wants to say to his father: You will always be my big tree father, caressing the railings of the city and looking at the fragrant soil of my hometown. I thought of my father who was outside Qian Shan and above the soil. At that time, my father walked in the wind, changing all kinds of weeding postures, holding farm tools close to the soil, loving the soil and kissing us across the fields in March. At that time, my poems were not very rich, and I grew up in the fields. It has been my father's wish for many years to stand on his head and look like him. It has been many years since I left my hometown. I can clearly see a hunchbacked figure standing in September with a shiny sickle in his hand. I wrote a blessing to my father, saying that the wind would crack the stone and it would rain.