The ancient poems about hope are as follows:
1, "Traveling to Shanxi Village" Song Dynasty: Lu You
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village. Walking on the brink of collapse, looking back, I found that hope is ahead. Many years later, recalling today's troubles, I also sigh. Every morning is a new beginning; Every morning, it means that hope is ahead.
2. Song on the pillow: Zheng
The wind will never stop, and neither will the rain. When you are cold, you will feel depressed. The weather cannot be adjusted, but personnel are necessary. Clear the lamp and don't move the window. Everything helps you float. Sadness comes from it, ups and downs. A husband has ideas, and fame is a relic. Suddenly thousands of rooms, when will this meaning be finished? Long song answered the cold, and the wall turned bleak.
Tornadoes come and go in a hurry, usually from the beginning to the end, only a few minutes to dozens of minutes. Although the storm is fierce, it won't last more than a day, and then it will definitely disappear. No matter how strong the wind is, it will sometimes dissipate; No matter how hard it rains, it sometimes stops.
You can't control the wind and rain, but you can adjust your mood. It's no use indulging in sadness and fear. It is better to adjust our mentality, have hope and meet a better future.
3. "The First Meeting of Yangzhou Appreciates Lotte" Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years. People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower. Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.
There is a kind of hope, called the dead wood meets the spring. Sometimes, death often indicates new life. After the Australian mountain fire, the trees grew new branches and sprouted new buds. The world marvels at the powerful repairing ability of nature, and also sees an idiom: dead wood meets spring.
There is a kind of hope, called birth and death. Just like the medical staff fighting in the front line, they are heading for a dead end, but they are trying to save more lives and achieve more hope.