The Book of Songs 1 Poems about Youth. Youth Chuci in The Book of Songs
Under the cross gate, you can stay up late. Secreted, you can be happy. Translation of The Book of Songs Chen Feng Heng Gate: Under the gate of Chen State, it is an ideal place to play and rest; The spring is dripping, and a clean stream can satisfy hunger. 2. Guan Guan, in Hezhou, is a gentle and graceful lady and a good gentleman. Translation of The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Guan Ju: Guan Ju sang in duet and lived on an island by the river. Pure and beautiful girls are good targets for gentlemen. 3. The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Translation of The Book of Songs, Guofeng, Qin Feng, Jianjia: The reeds by the river are green and the autumn dew is frosty. Where is the right person? On the other side of the river. The peach is dying, burning its brilliance. The Book of Songs, National Style, Nan Zhou and Yao Tao
Peach buds are covered with branches, and a peach blossom is brilliant and beautiful.
5. Smile and expect. The Book of Songs, national style, Feng Wei said people.
Smile, dimples, crystal clear and eye-catching.
6. Knowing me makes me worry, and not knowing me makes me want. Tiandaochang, who is this? The Book of Songs, National Style, Feng Wang and Li Shu
People who know me say I am sad; People who don't know me think I have any requirements. God, how could I do this?
7. I was away, and the willows were reluctant. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. The road is muddy, hungry and thirsty. Full of sadness, full of sadness, who experienced my sadness! Book of Songs Xiaoya Cai Wei
When I was away from home, the willows fluttered in the spring breeze. Now I'm back in my hometown, and snowflakes are flying all over the sky.
8. The storm is gloomy and the chickens crow endlessly. Didn't Hu Yun like seeing a gentleman? The Book of Songs, National Style, Zheng Feng and Storm
The stormy weather is gloomy and cold, and the rooster crows the fifth watch. My husband has gone home, how can I be restless? 9. The green purple stripes are lingering in my heart. The Book of Songs, National Style, Zheng Feng and Ji Zi.
Your collar is blue. I can't stop thinking about it.
10. There are bandits and gentlemen, such as grinding. Book of Songs, national style, Feng Weiqiao.
Beautiful men's literary talent is romantic, such as ivory after discussion and beautiful jade after pondering.
1 1. The speaker is innocent and the speaker is warned. Preface to The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Guanluo
A person who gives an opinion is innocent as long as it is well-intentioned, even if it is incorrect. People who listen to opinions are worthy of warning even if they don't have the shortcomings and mistakes mentioned by the other party.
12. Stones from other mountains can attack jade. Book of Songs Xiaoya heming
Stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade.
2. What are the eight-character sentences describing time and youth in The Book of Songs?
The eight-character sentence describing time and youth in The Book of Songs is: 1. Rain hits pear blossoms, you forget youth and miss it.
_ _ _ _ Tang Yin's "A plum, a rain, a pear flower, a deep door" 2. I advise you not to cherish golden clothes, and to cherish youth. _ _ _ _ Du Qiuniang's "The Witch's Clothing" 3. Don't miss the old country, try new tea with new fire.
Poetry and wine use time. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Looking at Jiangnan, Beyond Taiwan" 4. On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
_ _ _ _ Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army" 5. Hua Shao is not reserved for teenagers. Hate you.
When do you rest? _ _ _ _ Qin Guan Jiang Chengzi Xicheng Liu Yang Nongchun Meat 6. If you don't come back in the prime of life, it will be difficult to get up in the morning.
_ _ _ _ Tao Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems Rootless Life 7. If you want to buy osmanthus with wine, you are not a teenager. _ _ _ _ Liu Guo Tang Duoling Green Field Week 8. There are several plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea.
_ _ _ _ Liu Zhu's "Partridge Day Snow Mountain City Jade Fingers Cold" 9. Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu. _ _ _ _ Mao Zedong's Qinyuanchun Changsha 10. Even grass and trees know their worries, but young flowers will grow old.
Tang Duoling catkin by Cao Xueqin 1 1. Encourage in time, and time waits for no one. _ _ _ _ Tao Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems, Rootless Life, 12. Who says life is not less? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
_ _ _ _ Su Shi's Tour of Huanxi Sand in Qingquan Temple 13. Spring is not green, temples come first. We leave for too long, and slowly all the pain will be forgotten by time.
_ _ _ _ Jiang Kui's A partridge in the sky, a night's dream 14. Look at the autumn grass in front of the Huamen Gate, how can you look at the old? _ _ _ _ Cen Can Liangzhou Pavilion Judges Night Collection 15. The spring in Luoyang city is good, and Luoyang talents are always in other places.
_ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man 16. Qingyang Changting Road. It's easy to throw people away when you are young.
_ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Going to the Jade Pagoda, Hate in Spring".
3. Youth phrases in The Book of Songs
Under the Book of Songs, you can stay overnight and enjoy hunger. The translation of The Book of Songs, Chenmen, is an ideal place to play and rest. Spring water is dripping, and clean water can satisfy hunger. 2. In Hezhou, a gentle and graceful lady is a gentle and graceful gentleman. Nan Zhou Guanluo, the Book of Songs: Pigeons sing opposite each other, on an island in the amphibious river ... on the other side of the river. 4. Taofei, burn its glory. The Book of Songs, National Style, Nan Zhou, Yao Tao.
4. Youth phrases in The Book of Songs
My youth, in a daze, stumbled and marched bravely under the secular rules. -Inscription of youth, half bright and half dark. This is an earth-shattering work, but we read it in a hurry. Inadvertently, the book of youth quietly closed, so that when we want to study it again, we find that the handwriting of youth has long been covered with dust and blurred. Laugh at our secularity and cowardice. We may be helpless, but under the guidance of youth, we can't allow you to solve it yourself. We can only watch it leave us in our lifetime with disdain. Youth is so beautiful. But this kind of beauty will always be discovered by us when our youth passes away. We will suddenly realize, oh, every inch of time is golden. On the way to youth, peanuts have fallen, but we have already left. I forgot to look down at the golden land under my feet. Youth is thought-provoking The flowers whose branches were once in full bloom were so beautiful that butterflies lingered and people were amazed. But flowers know that no matter how beautiful life is, there will be a fading side. Similarly, no matter how beautiful the youth is, it will disappear one day. I can't help but sigh, since youth will eventually pass away, why care about having it? I don't understand. The youth of this era can't be discovered, tasted, and deeply imprinted in the brain and engraved in the heart by young children. People emphasize the beauty of youth, but forget what is the difference between it and old age if you don't savor it carefully. In youth, we have long been firmly bound by the shackles of life. We can't break the secular rules. I have no choice but to choose silence and surrender. I grew up accustomed to invisible competition, and every step was uneasy and bumpy. This is life. This is destiny. Even I'm getting used to it. I haven't changed my mind. Accustomed to save for a rainy day, accustomed to youth without youth. I can't take a look at the world. When I walk in the street, my heart is thousands of miles away. I stepped on the fallen leaves and made a "click-click" sound, but I was walking on thin ice. With the ubiquitous competition, my heart began to be sensitive and began. Fear of failure. Because we are backward, failure means that we will be eliminated by this society. Therefore, for the so-called future, we must stop and race against time, but forget that in our hearts, there was once the most beautiful word of this era-youth. Youth struggles in our hearts, but it is left in a corner of the world because we have forgotten it. A repressed heart cannot be released. There is a kind of jealousy sadness in the soul, which is the best annotation to today's youth. Youth is endowed with too many beautiful feelings. But after beauty, there is only sadness that cannot be abandoned. I'm used to seeing flowers, but I'm afraid they will fade. This is the sad and terrible thing. I don't want to face it, and I dare not. Youth slips away with time. I thought deeply, where is my youth? How beautiful is my youth? But I didn't pay attention to my youth, but I didn't know. I tried to catch it, but I found my strength was so weak because I didn't even know where it was. This is me, both funny and ridiculous. However, I overlooked this point. My youth has always been there. Youth, in our world, may be really out of reach But the closest thing to us is us. Make a sincere wish and let the seeds of our youth stay there forever. So we can all have our own youth in our hearts. Take good care of it, let it take root in our hearts and declare to the world in our own way that my youth has always been there. Master Xing Yun once said in the Dharma: A pool of fallen flowers, two moods. Those who care about it pity the helplessness of good flowers dying; However, musicians like to harvest ripe flowers and fruits. Indeed, the relentless wind in autumn will take away countless green flowers and bring countless sorrows every once in a while, but why should we be anxious? This is another gift of fate. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more." No matter how the world changes, even if our youth is really "a pool of flowers", as long as we have it. It grows old with a roaring attitude, but youth can be immortal in the long river of life. In the outside world, many helplessness forces us to become unreal, forcing us to try to hide our feelings and try to be ourselves in the eyes of others. This is undoubtedly painful. But when no one is around, in our hearts and in our own world, we can be the truest ourselves. We can freely show our youth. Laugh and cry without scruple. No one can restrain us. In our own world, we can sketch the sun and moon in our hearts at will, paint the picture of the future and play the chapter of life, and everything will be as you wish. This is the youth I pursue, and this is the youth I look forward to. Youth is a book that is too hasty. This is what Xi Murong said. I like this sentence. Because ordinary words reveal infinite feelings. Youth is a short dream. This is what Shakespeare said. I like this sentence, because it is a deep regret, but it tells the sadness of countless people. Youth is a wild rhapsody. This is what I said. I like this sentence, because it's just my daydream. Hasty, short and wild dreams are the youth of our generation. Where are they my youth? My youth, in ignorance, in stumbling, in secular rules, bravely forward.
5. Ancient poems about youth
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth. -Du Qiuniang's "Witch"
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"
Youth is not for teenagers. -Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi Xicheng Liu Yang Strong Alcohol Meat"
Nowhere to find, only a teenager's heart. -Zhang Liangneng, "Xiao Chongshan, a bright future, a deep spring affair"
If you want to buy osmanthus with wine, you are not a teenager. -Liu Guo "Tang Duoling Road, Ye Man and Zhou Ting"
Youth must be early, how can we grow into teenagers? -Meng Jiao's Persuasion
Life is not everywhere, youth is just coming. -Yuan Mei's "Moss"
If I thought the tide was so regular, I might choose a boy by the river. -Li Yi's "Jiangnan Qu"
The situation is that youth will be dusk and peach blossoms will fall in red rain. -Li He "Into the Wine"
Although young people don't like joining the army, I want to learn to volunteer for academic fame. -Zuyong's Wang Jimen
Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age. -Si Kongshu's "Yunyang Inn Don't Shen Han"
People live up to the conceit of spring. -Xin Qiji's Yulouchun, I want to persuade Chunguang to live in front of the wind.
Mo Daoguan is busy being the boss, but no one is young. -Han Yu's two poems "Zhang Eighteen Members of the Water Department in Early Spring".
Mud falls into the air, dreaming of youth. -Wu Wenying's "Autumn House of Health Mistakes"
The season is young and the horse is mink hair. -Xin Qiji's "Shuidiao Tou Zhou Bei Yangzhou and Human Rhyme"
Flowers and willows leave young people. -Ouyang Xiu's "Sauvignon Blanc Blossoms Like Iraq"
The road started again, as if in front of the light. -Wu Wenying's "Point crimson lips, try the lights at night"
To fight bravely, no one dares to come forward to recruit; He has a dignified look and a beard as lush as a hedgehog. -Li Zhi's "Ancient Meaning"
Long white hair laments in the mirror, but youth only brings broken jiao. -Cen Can "Wuwei Chunmu Wen Yuwen Judge Xi Ye. 》
When will you be young? -Liu Che's Autumn Wind
There are five cemeteries in the north that are always green. -Cen Can's "Going to Ji' an with Gao"
He came to the Han Palace at the age of fifteen, which was the age of adolescence. She smiled and was ashamed of the beauty of spring. -Li Bai's "Songs of Complaint"
How long can youth last? Birds sing in spring. -Li Bai's "Jiangnan Chunhuai"
In that year, many geisha dancers turned their hair into white hair and sent it away for the first time in their lives. -Sadula's The Second Dongpo Rhyme of Niannujiao Deng Shi Town.
Want to be young, stay less in spring, let's go. -Zhu's "Flowers Send Spring Near"
Hold the red ice lotus root bowl, hold the red ice lotus root bowl. -Su Shi's "Bodhisattva Man Palindrome Summer is always in my heart"
Youth is not old, you know. -Xin Qiji's "Feeling the Emperor's Grace, Chuzhou is a fan"
I have been with youth for a long time. -Xin Qiji's "Feeling the Emperor's Grace, Chuzhou is a fan"
Sunny and snowy, sending away the dusk of youth. -Liu Yuxi's Three Poems by Liu Hua
A man who aspires to prosperity is ashamed of leisure. -Su Shunqin's "Water Tune, Smart Taihu Lake"
She had to travel all over the green fields, immerse herself and play, and live up to this precious youth. -Han Zhen's "Feng Xiao Yin, Lock and Stay Sorrow"
Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. -Song Qi's "Yulouchun".
Ling Bo is afraid to take pictures. -Zhao Ding's "Liang Zhu, a snowy Jiang Meichun"
6. Poems about youth (ancient poems are the best, and modern ones will do)
Poems describing youth will remind you of these poems, which are definitely incomplete. Please refer to them, hehe.
1, Jin advises you not to cherish gold and to cherish your youth. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.
2. When Xie Lingyun wrote "You Nan Ting", it was dusk and the clouds returned to the west. The dense forest is bright, and the far peak is hidden. After a long sleep, the hotel overlooks the suburbs. Eupatorium adenophorum was gradually swept away, and hibiscus started late. I am not tired of youth, I have seen Zhu Ming move. Feeling sad, the stars are gray. The poison bait stops, and the decline is sudden. When you die, wait for autumn water and rest on the old cliff of the scenic weir. Who am I interested in and who is smart? Only feast on conscience.
3. Meng Jiao's "Persuasion" attacks stones with fire, there is no smoke without fire. It is unnatural to learn without learning. Everything has to be his own luck. He has to be my sage. Youth must be early, how can we grow into teenagers?
4, "Youth" Xi Murong
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
Suddenly forgot.
What kind of beginning?
in ancient times
A summer gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you
It's like passing clouds.
And your smiling face
Extremely shallow and light
Gradually become unknown
Clouds after sunset
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate predestined it.
Extremely clumsy
With tears in my eyes
I read it again and again.
But I have to admit.
youth
This is a sloppy book.
5. Four songs of youth
(1) Three In the snow
It snowed in March.
My mother died in the dust
It's not just the winter sunshine that disappears in the sky.
And flying pigeons.
The strings are broken.
I fell on the top of the mountain in the depths of Yuntao and cried.
March is the season when flowers bloom.
And my harvest is really the withering of flowers all over the world.
On the snowy road
Dance with dead leaves
I sat on the ground.
Look up at the gates of heaven every night.
And the river that can't swim.
The stars have long since disappeared.
There is no touch of the moon on the ditch.
I debug with my own tears.
Playing a prime minister's song on a snowy night.
(2) Unrequited love
look at you
Sprinkle light green in my lonely autumn
Grow into crazy spring grass
(3) My youth
The dark sky in winter
No beautiful birds fly by.
a pool of stagnant water—stagnant/lifeless condition
No fish swims happily
I flew into the sky.
Overlooking the flowers projected on the running water
I found that it had turned yellow in the wind of years.
Childhood is a complete mirror.
Youth is a mottled leaf.
Who is full of worried mountains and valleys?
Who sleeps in the dream of white clouds?
The cuckoo sings every night in spring.
But the passion that has passed away?
(4) Bright March
Bright March
Many flowers and shadows
The wind shakes the green leaves
I opened the window.
The sun came in.
Drive away the shadows.
I hear lonely and broken voices.
The shredded water of youth taken away by birds
Isn't it my sadness that shines?
Forget all this.
The wine I once drank.
Once lost mountain road
The snow on the mountain has melted.
In this beautiful March
Let's listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams together.
7. By the way, what are the poems about youth?
What is youth? Is it a free and unrestrained surging river? Is that an endless sea? I don't think so. Youth is a cup of strong coffee. Although it can make people excited, there is still a trace of bitterness.
Youth is the nameless grass. Although it is not very eye-catching, it can withstand the wind and rain.
Youth is an uncut sword. It will only get better and better.
I have youth, so I praise youth. I will praise it with my hoarse throat. Youth is a golden sun, which brings infinite vitality to the whole region, and it will be even more memorable because of its ups and downs. Unforgettable
I praise youth because I have it, and I praise youth because it is beautiful and short-lived. There are many poems about youth! I can't tell them all.