2. Snow poems that give birth to life
The poem about gestating life is 1. Poetry about "life"
Just last night, the leaves really fell.
One maple leaf after another, with the coolness of autumn.
With the wind, in a dream blown away by thoughts, gently
I know, I pray.
From the point of view of nature, there is not a green leaf.
On another green leaf, except for the sweet raindrops,
Moist dew, only accompanied by green, swaying palms brush the clouds in animation day together.
The only standing trunk and nature sing loudly. But a piece of autumn leaves finally fell.
Which is unforgettable yesterday, and which is the journey of folding wings and flying obliquely?
Which is a dreamlike interpretation of life, and which is an unforgettable feeling of life?
Never thought in my life, never said hello in my life.
Dew, curled up in the dense, Millennium destiny moon.
For whom it falls quietly, and for whom it rises in surprise.
Say goodbye to the colorful seasons and the depths of the trembling years.
Who was the first pioneer who walked against the wind and was born with the color of a dragon?
Dancing in the land handed down from generation to generation, standing in the sky.
Who wants to finally wait in the boundless cold current and roll up the charm of the East?
Stand proudly in the lonely time and space. Facing the candlelight
Facing the fallen leaves everywhere, I was covered with secular dust.
Jump into the white lotus, but you can't sit still in the autumn leaves.
Through the songs of childhood, go for a walk in autumn leaves.
Quite critical, knowledge tree
With the rhythm of nature, green is growing.
In the quiet and profound, deep and high-pitched voice of nature
Put the legend and quality of trees on the branches in rural Shan Ye.
It is also a city street with thunder and lightning, a mottled heart, from leaves to branches.
From branch to root, it is not to show off the twists and turns of the journey.
The glory of self is just a flag of the soil.
In the first and last moments of life, call for warm sunshine.
An autumn leaf, so it really fell.
In yesterday's dream, in my waiting.
With the coolness of autumn, with the wind, gently, without the wind.
Not resting in the clouds, but reflecting the persistence of the years on the eternal season river.
Turn the complex from generation to generation into a crane that breeds life or the ultimate life.
Falling autumn leaves is another cycle of life.
2. Who has words and short sentences to describe a woman's life?
A woman raped a baby when the building collapsed and finished bed exercise before she died.
When rescuers found her, she was already dead and crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, we can see her dead posture, kneeling on her knees, crawling forward with her whole upper body and supporting her body with her hands on the ground. Some people bow down like the ancients, but her body is deformed by the pressure, which looks a bit strange. Rescuers reached through the cracks in the ruins to confirm that she was dead, shouted at the ruins again, and knocked on the bricks several times with a crowbar, but there was no response.
When the crowd walked to the next building, the rescue captain suddenly ran back and shouted "Come here" as he ran. He came to her again, struggling to reach under the woman and groping. He touched it a few times and shouted, "Someone, a child, is still alive."
After some efforts, people carefully cleaned up the ruins that blocked her way. Under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers, about 3 or 4 months old. With his mother's protection, he was unharmed. He was still sleeping quietly when he was taken out. His sleeping face made everyone present feel warm.
The accompanying doctor came to untie the quilt and prepare to do some tests. He found a mobile phone stuffed in the quilt. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the mobile phone and found a text message on the screen, "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you." The doctor who once saw where you would go shed tears at this moment. The mobile phone passed, and everyone who saw the news shed tears.
3. What are the poems or paragraphs about life?
Cherish Life A philosopher once said: Cherish life, because life is your own.
But now I want to say, cherish life, because life belongs not only to yourself, but also to everyone who loves you. God said, let grass grow on the earth, plants bearing seeds, and trees bearing fruit, all with seeds, according to their kinds; That's it.
So grass and seed-bearing vegetables grew on the ground, according to their kinds; The same is true of fruit-bearing trees, whose fruits are covered with stones; God said, this is good. God said that water should breed more creatures; Let birds fly on the ground and in the sky.
God created big fish and all kinds of animals that breed in the water, and also created all kinds of birds, each according to its own kind. God said, this is good. God made man out of clay, blew life into his nostrils, and he became a living soul.
There is still hope for people connected with everything: because a living dog is stronger than a dead lion. This is the Old Testament? Genesis? The description of the origin of life in Ecclesiastes.
Whether we believe it or not, we know that life is beautiful. In fact, how life comes into being, whether it is the October pregnancy of human beings or the long-term gestation of other creatures, is a difficult, beautiful and hopeful process.
In any case, we can't give up life easily. It turns out that there is only one time in a person's life, which is precious to everyone.
Then how should we treat life? I think we should cherish the value of life, because we have been in this world once. In a sense, life is more difficult than death.
It only takes a moment of courage to die, but it takes a lifetime of confidence to live. So we should cherish life, not because it is not long, but because it is full and meaningful.
Now, in many colleges and universities, the most news that reaches our ears is: another student jumped off a building in the university, and another murder case occurred in the university ... We can't deny that with the improvement of our knowledge level, more and more people have psychological problems to varying degrees, and more and more lives have disappeared from us, and nine times out of ten these lost lives are college students of our age. Have we ever thought about the death of these lives? No, many of us don't care. At best, we are jokes after dinner.
However, when we talk about other people's lives numbly, do you think that we will one day go to the point of no return like them? Or, have we ever worried about the safety of our own group and thought about how to prevent this from happening? As we get older, more and more people around us leave.
I gradually realized that life is so fragile, so I cherish it psychologically and dare not give up life easily. I think many people have similar ideas with me, because life is hard-won, because I am sorry to leave my parents who have worked hard to raise me, and I am sorry to love myself and my loved ones.
In this way, we will not commit suicide, on the contrary, we will protect our lives. This is also an instinct, and human beings have the instinct to survive.
But this is just an idea, it doesn't mean that we will never give up life. Suicide is an impulse. At that moment, people who commit suicide will not think about so many responsibilities and hard-won life.
I have asked many people: When you are extremely depressed and feel that you have no confidence in life, will you give up your life? I am glad that most of them answered no, but this is not the case in reality. The college students around us take such extremely negative words as "I don't want to live", "I want to die" and "I want to jump up and hug" as a mantra.
I don't know if they are related. These are all very bad psychological hints. If it accumulates to a certain extent, it will be out of control. The more we say such things, the less we cherish our lives. In extreme cases, we will be unable to control our behavior and will also cause lifelong regret.
In any case, it is also an irresponsible waste and pollution to life. Bernard Shaw once said: "There are two tragedies in life, one is despair and the other is complacency."
If we don't cherish, use and abandon, life is not life. Therefore, we should control our life with a positive and peaceful heart.
Even in the storm of life, don't give up and don't lose heart. Don't complain about life, we should have hope and yearning to meet a sunny day after rain.
Think of every dawn as the beginning of life. I hope not fade away, but we haven't found it. Cherishing life not only means not giving up life, but also is the most basic condition.
Without this condition, everything is nothing and meaningless. However, having this condition does not mean cherishing life. To borrow a sentence from Whitman: When I am alive, I want to be the master of life, not its slave.
I think that's enough. If you don't be a slave to life, you won't be helpless to fate. If you don't be a slave to life, you won't live a decadent life. Look at our college life. Do we regret wasting time? Are we ashamed of mediocrity?
Colorful campus life, continuous gatherings and attractive society, are we lost? When we lie in bed exhausted from the party, have we ever asked ourselves: What have we learned, what have we got, and is our life meaningful? There is a simple reason. If you say now: Never mind, I have plenty of time.
It doesn't matter, I'm still young. It doesn't matter, death is far away from me.
I want to say that each of us has a sick experience, and each of us has a physical discomfort. So when you are sick or uncomfortable, do you miss your healthy time? The answer is yes, yes, this is the general psychology of us ordinary people.
So in order not to regret when we die, the only thing we can do now is to cherish our lives. There is only one life that belongs to human beings.
In this short life course, it is intertwined with contradictions and pains, full of pursuits and hardships, full of thorns and bumps, just like the unknown and lonely weeds. Only by paying extremely heavy efforts can we get extremely rich sweetness. Mysterious.
A poem about snow gestating life 1. Poetry about snow.
1, smoke makes snow-capped mountains and drums move rivers. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Years
2. I love the clear snow in Dongshan, and the soft red light rushes into Yinshan. _ _ _ _ Yang Wanli's favorite "Snow after a comeback"
3, the frozen clouds are all over the mountain, and the snow is shining. _ _ _ _ Li Shimin is watching the snow
4. There are few pedestrians and deep snow. _ _ _ _ Kong Zhong Ping's "Send it inside, try to talk about the scenery on the way"
5, the west wind is full of snow, where to report people. _ _ _ _ Miracle's "The swordsman"
6. Plum blossoms scatter to empty mountains, and snowflakes wear curtains at will. _ _ _ _ Wang Xu's Plum Blossoms in the Snow
7. I got drunk in Xipuyue last night. Nanxi Snow is fishing alone tonight. _ _ _ _ Shi Hong "The Fisherman Proud to Collar, The Cold Wind on the Moon is Fierce"
8, flowers and rain break snow, leave warm golden window smoke. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Folding Willow"
9, Tao Tao winter night, rain and snow. _ _ _ _ Jiu Si, Wang Yi
10, Xianyu Qiong Yao, Xiaohua, goose feather fragments. _ _ _ _ Xue Angfu's Yue Qu Xue
2. Romantic snow poems
1, Lu You's Snow Removal at Night in Song Dynasty:
On the fourth day, the north wind brought a heavy snow; The snow that God has given us comes on New Year's Eve, which indicates a bumper harvest in the coming year.
Before the glass half full of wine could be lifted to celebrate, I was still writing Fu Tao in cursive script under the lamp.
Interpretation: At the beginning of the fourth watch, the north wind brought a heavy snow; The snow that God gave us just arrived on New Year's Eve, indicating a bumper harvest in the coming year. Before half a glass of Tu Su wine was raised to celebrate, I also wrote a peach blossom symbolizing the Spring Festival in cursive under the lamp.
2. Bai Juyi's Night Snow in the Tang Dynasty:
This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.
Interpretation: The pillow lying at night was like ice, which surprised me. I saw the window illuminated by the light in the snow. I know it snows heavily at night, because I can hear the sound of snow pressing bamboo branches from time to time.
3. Looking at Snow at Night by Jia Dao in the Tang Dynasty;
Leaning on a stick, looking at the sunny snow, the clouds are heavy.
The firewood man returned to the White House, and it was freezing cold.
Wildfire burns grass, and broken smoke gives birth to lycopodium.
But I went back to Shanxi Road and heard the bell at dusk.
Interpretation: A person leaning on a bamboo pole can see the white clouds on the stream. The woodcutter is walking back to the snow-covered hut and walking down the dangerous peak in the cold evening. Wildfires burn creeping grass on the mountain, and smoke lighthouses intermittently fill the rocks with Gu Song. On my way back to the mountain temple, I heard melodious dusk bells in the distance.
4. Jiang Kui's Snow Fishing Pavilion in Song Dynasty:
It's a long dry wind in Leng Xue, and no one puts the fishing rod in melancholy.
From time to time, official ships cross the bridge, and Bai Ou flies to Qiantan.
Interpretation: On a snowy cold night, I was lonely and looked around. There is not even a fisherman, which makes people feel melancholy. Occasionally, official ships pass the bridge, but it is also quiet. Even the egrets, who usually compete for Ji Xiang, quietly fly down at this time.
5. There is a work about snow in Chunshan by Du Xunhe in the Tang Dynasty;
Bamboo forests are silent or audible, and they are still condensed when scattered in the desert.
After thanking, the makeup was heavy, but the rock water was frozen.
Deer are chained to guard against hunters, and tea jars are full of monks.
In this way, frost and rain can work together, and the berry moss of Songjing is another layer.
Interpretation: Snowflakes hit bamboo bushes and branches, making rustling sounds from time to time; Dense snowflakes fell from the sky and gathered on the ground. The plum blossom in Lingtou withered, and now it seems to bloom again; After the snow on the rock melted, the running water turned into ice again.
It is necessary to tie the domesticated deer firmly to prevent them from running around in snowy days and being caught by hunters; Fill a pot of tea and wait for the monks in the temple to taste and recite poems. Chun Xue can be compared with the credit of spring rain; After Chun Xue, strawberry moss will be more dense on the pine path.
3. Some poems about snow are two or three.
Cen Can
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Scattered into the bead curtain, it is wet Moreau, a fur coat feels very cold, and a cotton pad is as thin as a cicada.
The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
The north wind roared across the earth and cut off the withered grass; Although it is August, snowflakes have already floated in the sky here. Overnight, all the branches were covered with snow, just like a thousand pears in spring. Snowflakes seeped through the bead curtain and wet the curtain. I didn't feel warm when I put on fox fur clothes, and the quilt made of silk brocade made people feel a little thin. Soldiers are too cold to open crossbows and it is difficult to put on armor. The desert is covered with thick ice, and the soldiers' faces are covered with clouds, thinking that this cold weather will pass soon. The banquet was arranged in Zhong Jun Hall to see off the guests who returned to Beijing, and played the beautiful music played by the barbarian pipa, guitar and harp for him. In the evening, outside Yuanmen, there was heavy snow, and the red flag was frozen stiff with ice and snow, and the strong north wind could not blow it. See you off outside the east gate of the wheel platform. When you left, snow covered the roads in Tianshan Mountain. The mountain is winding, the road is winding, and I can't see you, leaving only horseshoe prints in the snow.
Zuyong
Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.
After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.
The scenery in the northern ridge of Zhong Nanshan Mountain is very beautiful, and the snow seems to be floating on the clouds. Chu Qing's sunshine shines at the end of the forest, adding a bit of chill to Chang 'an in the evening.
4. Three poems about snow
Beautiful voice
Kimbo
The snowy weather is quiet,
I listened quietly,
Ah, I heard it, I heard it,
Hear the sound of snow.
What's that noise?
Fly like a bird? Breeze blowing?
Oh, no, no.
What a beautiful voice!
Snow sounds like a song,
Echoes in my heart;
Like a painting,
Shine in my dreams.
I hear snowflakes leading the spring.
Behind it is the smell of birds and flowers in spring.
The sound of spring
The snow on the roof melted,
Make a jingle,
There is music in every drop of water,
There is sunshine in every drop of water.
The leaves in the Woods are fluttering,
Make a rustling sound.
Every leaf is life,
Every leaf is fragrant.
The streams in Shan Ye dried up,
Make a clanking sound.
Every spray is a fairy tale,
Every spray is yearning.
The sound of spring,
Is the sunshine of music,
Is the fragrance of life,
It is the yearning for fairy tales!
I won the first prize when I recited this poem, so I recommend this poem ~ ~ ~
5. Poems about life
1. If you don't come back in your prime, it will be difficult to get up in the morning. Encourage in time, time waits for no one-(Tao Jin Yuanming)
Appreciation: Life has no roots in the world and drifts like dust on the road. 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.
Light a candle every night for 2.36000 days. How short a day is, how easy it is for a hundred years —— (Tang Libai)
Appreciation: Li Bai's poems have exactly the same meaning as Nineteen Poems, that is to say, life is too short to be used up during the day. Let's hold up the candle at night and continue to play! Don't believe what others say. This is nonsense to urge people to learn. Li Bai has never written anything like this in his life! In his eyes, such people can only be called fools and idiots.
3. Without the ultimate heaven and earth, life is like sunrise (Three Kingdoms Cao Zhi)
Appreciation: Heaven and earth are eternal and have no end. Life is extremely short, just like the morning glow, which shines for a while and disappears for a while. Therefore, we should cherish life and try our best to make life meaningful in a short time.
4. Wise men cherish the year, wise men cherish the day, and saints cherish the time (Yuan)
Appreciation: As for the degree of cherishing time, people with lofty ideals will talk about years, sages will talk about days and sages will talk about times.
5. Time is hard to stay, and the times are fragile (Xie Huilian in the Southern and Northern Dynasties)
Appreciate: Young time has passed at once, and it is easy to pass away if you can't stay. You want to leave (me) and want to keep you. I have always liked you, you don't know, can I understand my mind?
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Other poems describing life
1. Between heaven and earth, if you blink, it's just sudden (Zhuangzi)
2. Life between heaven and earth is like a passer-by (19 ancient poems)
3. Days are easy to thank, but summer is hard to stay (Tang)
4. Young people are easy to learn old, and an inch of time is an inch of light. They can't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, and the leaves in front of the steps are already autumn (Song Zhuxi)
5. Make contributions to the cause (Song Ouyang Xiu)