1. Poems about Ordinary Things
"Inscription on a Humble Room"
If the mountain is not high, the immortal will be famous. If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. This is a humble room, but I am kind-hearted. The moss on the steps is green, and the grass is green on the curtains. There are scholars talking and laughing, and there are no white people coming and going. I can tune the plain qin and read the Golden Scripture. There is no mess of silk and bamboo, and there is no labor of writing. Nanyang Zhuge Lu, Western Shuzi Yunting. Confucius said: "What is so ugly?"
"Drinking"
The hut is in a human environment, and there is no noise of cars and horses.
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How can you do this? My heart is far away and I am biased.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, I can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are flying back and forth.
Here are some The true meaning, I have forgotten to say it.
"Xiangyi Daozhong"
The flying flowers on both sides of the bank illuminate the red boat, and the hundreds of miles of elm embankment is half a day wind.
Lying down and watching full The clouds in the sky don't move, but I don't know whether the clouds are in the east with me.
"Zhongnan Farewell"
I was quite good at Taoism in my middle age, and I came home to the southern border of the mountains in my later years.
Every time I go alone when I am happy, I know that success is in vain.
Walking to a waterless place, sit and watch the clouds rise.
Occasionally I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing without any return. 2 .What are the poems that describe "ordinary"
1. The warm sun and wind in the spring mountains, the curtains of the tall pavilions, and the willow swings in the courtyard. Orioles are singing and swallows are dancing, and the flowing water on the small bridge is red. ——Bai Pu of the Yuan Dynasty, "Tian Jing Sha · Spring"
Translation: The mountains are green, the sun is warming, and the warm spring breeze is blowing. On the pavilion, the girl leaned on the railing and looked out, the curtains were rolled up, the willows cuddled in the yard, and the swing swayed gently.
Outside the courtyard, there are flying spring swallows, singing oriole, gurgling water under the small bridge, and red falling flowers.
2. I was in a state of drunkenness and dreaming all day long, when I suddenly heard that spring was coming and I was going to climb the mountain. When I passed the bamboo courtyard, I met a monk and talked to him, so I had half a day's leisure. ——"Inscription on the Monk's House in Helin Temple" by Li She of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: I have been in a chaotic drunken dream for a long time, wasting this limited time in my life for no reason. One day, I suddenly realized that spring was coming to an end, so I gathered my energy and climbed up Nanshan Mountain to enjoy the spring scenery.
While visiting the temple, I accidentally chatted with an eminent monk for a long time. It was rare to get a moment of leisure in this turbulent world.
3. The grass is long and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing against the embankments intoxicated by the spring smoke. The children came back early from school and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites. ——"Village Living" Qing Gaoding
Translation: In February of Yangchun when the vegetation is growing and birds are flying, the willows brushing against the embankment are intoxicated by the smoky water vapor. It was still early when the children in the village came home from school, so they quickly took advantage of the east wind to fly their kites into the blue sky.
4. A child with unkempt hair learns fishing, sitting sideways in the shadow of strawberry grass. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored. ——"Children's Fishing" by Tang Hu Lingneng
Translation: A child with disheveled hair and green face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways on the moss, with his figure silhouetted against the green grass. When a passerby asked for directions, the child waved his hand indifferently, not daring to respond to the passerby for fear of disturbing the fish.
5. Take a leisurely walk around the pond and watch the fish swim while the children are fishing. There are different kinds of fish lovers. I am here to feed you and hook you - "Watching Fish" by Tang Bai Juyi to children tinkering with fishing boats. We both like fish the same but have different mentality. I come to feed you but you come to fish.
3. Poems about Mandarin
"Speak Mandarin and Write Standard Words" Author: Lost Emotion
I like to speak Mandarin
I like to write standard words< /p>
Mandarin is a language as beautiful as music
It is always pleasant to listen to
The standardized writing is elegant and beautiful
It always gives people a particularly wonderful visual enjoyment
It often touches the heartstrings of you and me
Constantly burning a kind of favorite emotion
Mandarin is the Chinese language that opens up to the outside world ’s window
Speaking Mandarin well is also a pursuit of fashion
There is no obstacle to communication with it
The heart of communication is the same as the heart
Everyone speaks Mandarin
I know you are using it to express your love
Not to mention listening to me
But you don’t know what I am saying< /p>
Speaking Mandarin well not only maintains everyone’s emotions
but also expresses the Chinese people’s voices to the world through it
The joys, sorrows and joys of life
< p> There is also a more accurate answerWe all hope to standardize the writing of Chinese characters
Let a pair of eyes bloom with beautiful flowers
It is pleasing to the eye. Stroke by stroke
Let our good mood bathe in the sunshine
Everyone wrote in standardized fonts
Let us enjoy smooth flow in reading The elegance and beauty
You use words to delight my soul
I will not embarrass you with bad fonts
Accurate your and my words< /p>
Standardize our Chinese characters
Build a bridge of expression in the heart
Let the language and text be always vivid in joy
"Speaking Mandarin "A Woman" Author: Zhang Liepeng
A woman who speaks Mandarin
Her voice is like gurgling water
I enjoy boating on the water
Fishing for a lifetime of intoxication
A woman speaking Mandarin
Her voice is clearer than a lark
I turned into a dense forest
Recorded in the open Open Heart
A woman who speaks Mandarin
Her voice is as sweet as her appearance
I am always worried again and again
All dialects will disappear from the world