1. Poems about a happy life
Poems about a happy life 1. Poems about a happy life
Wang Wei's "Deer and Chai": No one can be seen in the empty mountain; But I heard someone's voice. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.
Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu": There are hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood and red calyxes in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.
Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream": People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light illuminates the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation, the song of sadness has faded away.
Wang Jian's "Tian Jia Xing": The male voice is cheerful and the female face is cheerful, and people don't complain when they say goodbye. Although it is hot in May, the wheat wind is clear, and the sound of cars is buzzing on the eaves. Wild silkworms make cocoons that no one can take, and moths flutter among the leaves. When the wheat is harvested and the silk is on the axis, the officials know enough to lose. Don't look forward to the entrance to get back on your body, and don't sell yellow calves to the city. The Tian family's food and clothing are not rich, and they are happy when they don't see the county gate!
Zhang Ji's "Old Song of the Wild": The poor old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil. At the end of the year, people are hoeing and plowing in an empty room, and calling their children to climb mountains to collect acorns. Xijiang Jia Ke has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat will eat meat.
Nie Yizhong's "Shangtian Family": Sell new silk in February and sell new grain in May. Healing the sores in front of the eyes, but cutting out the flesh in the heart. I wish the king’s heart to turn into a candle of light. If you don’t take care of the Qiluo Banquet, you will take the light of the escape house.
Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Jia": A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder startled the insects. The Tian family was free for a few days, and farming began. The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order. Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Stream. Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment brings joy. There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there. Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate will be rewarded with food and money.
Du Xunhe's "The Widow in the Mountains": The husband defended Pengmao because of the soldiers, and his linen clothes and temples were scorched. Even if the mulberry trees are abandoned, they still need to pay taxes; if the fields are desolate, they still need to collect seedlings. Sometimes you pick wild vegetables and roots and boil them, and spin the firewood with leaves to cook. No matter how deep the mountain is, there should be no way to avoid the corvee.
Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light illuminates the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The pheasants and robins are showing off the wheat seedlings, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.
Wang Wei's "Spring Pastoral": Spring doves are singing in the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, hoeing spring veins. Returning swallows know the old nest, and old people see the new calendar. When I'm standing in front of my cup, I suddenly feel helpless, and I feel melancholy as a traveler from afar.
Meng Haoran's "Visiting an Old Friend's Village": An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Open a pavilion and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
Du Fu's "Sui Yan Xing": The clouds are turning late in the year, and there is a lot of north wind, in the white snow in Xiaoxiang Dongting. When the weather is cold and the fishnets are frozen, don't shoot wild geese and sing with mulberry bows. Last year, rice was expensive for the army, but this year, rice is cheap, which greatly hurts farmers. High-motivated officials are tired of wine and meat, and this generation is empty. The people of Chu value fish more than birds, so don't kill Nan Feihong in vain. It is said that men and women are flirting with each other everywhere, cutting off kindness and forbearing love, but returning rent and mediocrity. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are allowed. Carving clay is the easiest to get, and if your likes and dislikes don't match your appearance, you will be confused. The horns are blown on the city walls of all nations, when will this sad song end?
Wen Tingyun's "Song of Burning": Standing up and looking at Nanshan, the mountains and fields are burning. The reddish sunset seems to be extinguished, and the short flames are connected again. Drifting towards the rock, slowly reaching the green wall. When the wind blows away, the red eaves shine from afar. The neighbor next to me can speak clearly, and I can't help but sigh. He said that the Chu country was more customary, and burning rice was called "Haotian". Bean sprouts and insects are swarming, and the flowers on the fence serve as houses. The pigs return to their pens in the abandoned stacks, and the chickens peck at the millet in the square. The New Year brings rain and clear weather, and the sound of racing is everywhere. When you hold money, people will tell you, and when you knock on tiles, you will hear the sound in the forest. The divination on the mountain was revealed, and he came back under the mulberry jujube tree. Blow the fire to the white grass, and the sickle on your waist reflects the sugarcane. The wind drives away the mist of oak leaves, and the oak trees connect the mountains. The stars burst out beyond the clouds, and the flying embers fell in front of the steps. She lay back and groaned and sneezed, and the crow girl cursed for a prosperous life. Who would have thought that the green beauty would be used as official tax?
Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany (1)": The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse, and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons (2)": Farming in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
Breaking the trend----Yan Shu
The swallows come at the Spring Society, and the pear blossoms lag behind the Qingming Festival.
There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, and one or two oriole calls at the bottom of the leaves.
The sun is long and the flying catkins are light.
The charmingly smiling female companion from the east neighbor greets her on the mulberry picking path.
I wonder if I had a good sleep last night because I won the grass fight today.
Smiling comes from both faces.
Yan Shu——a famous prime minister in the Northern Song Dynasty, a famous poet, and the title of the collection of poems is "Zhuyu Ci"
2. Please provide ancient poems that describe a happy married life, thank you~
1. "Leaving a Farewell Wife"
Han Dynasty: Su Wu
When they become husband and wife, there is no doubt about their love. Joy is in this evening, and grace is in good times. On a long journey, what will happen when you look up at night? All the ginseng and dust are gone. I will say goodbye now. We are on the battlefield, but we haven't seen each other for a long time. Shake hands and let out a long sigh, crying to make a living.
Love Chunhua with all your strength, and don’t forget the happy moments. Life is a time to come back, death is a longing for love.
Translation: Once I become husband and wife with you, I will never doubt that I will be in love with you until we grow old. Being in love with you and being intoxicated with happiness tonight, what a wonderful time! But tomorrow I am going on a long journey for my country, and I have to get up to see what time it is before dawn. When the stars disappear in the horizon, I have to say goodbye to you, because I have to go to the battlefield and I don’t know when I will be reunited with you.
Holding hands with you for a long time is also happy. We shed tears involuntarily because this may be the last time you and I meet in this life. I cherish every moment of happiness now. I will never forget such a happy and joyful time falling in love with you. If I am lucky enough to live, I will definitely come back to you. If I unfortunately die, I will miss you forever...
2. "The Longevity Girl: Spring Banquet"
Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi
Spring Banquet, Sing over a glass of green wine. I would like to pay homage to Chen Sanyuan again: firstly, I wish that my husband will live a thousand years; secondly, I wish that I will always be in good health; thirdly, I wish that I will be like the swallow on the beam, seeing each other year after year.
Translation: On a sunny spring day, a sumptuous banquet was held. With a glass of fine wine and a song, we bowed and bowed again and made three wishes: first, I wish you, husband, to live a thousand years, second, I wish you to be in good health forever, and third, I wish we were like the swallows on the beam, facing each other, with boundless happiness.
3. "Phoenix Song"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Ying Nu plays the jade flute and sings about spring in the sky. Qingluan not only goes alone, but also joins hands with others. The shadows are gone, the colorful clouds are broken, and the remaining sounds are left in the Western Qin Dynasty.
Translation: The good daughter of Duke Mu of Qin likes to play the jade flute and sing about the spring in the sky. Qingluan not only flew alone, but also carried her lover Xiao Shi, and ascended to heaven hand in hand. Their beautiful silhouettes ascending into the sky disappeared into the colorful clouds, and the sound of flutes spread across the entire Western Qin Dynasty.
4. "Who does Yun Huan with her smoke and hair on her temples date?"
Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
Who does Yun Huan with her smoke and hair on her temples date? Once she leaves for the horizon, she never returns. She is also like a girl at the foot of Jiuyi Mountain, looking forward to Shun's clothes for a long time.
Translation: Whose return is Wang Fushi looking forward to with his hair combed like clouds of smoke? Once you reach a place as far away as the sky, you won’t come back. Just like following Emperor Shun's wife and children who were buried at the foot of the mountain due to a landslide, they expected Emperor Shun to return with his clothes on.
5. "Song of Digging a Well in the Back Garden"
Tang Dynasty: Li He
The windlass was turning on the bed of the well. The sound of water is loud and the sound of strings is shallow. What's the love, Xun Fengqian. On the day at the top of the city, Chang lives towards the top of the city. One day makes a thousand years, there is no need to flow down.
Translation: The water-drawing windlass turns on the well platform, the sound of dripping water is loud and the sound of the rope is low. Who does whispering and lingering look like? The love between husband and wife is just like Xun Fengqian. The sun on the city top, I hope it can stay forever; one day is like a thousand years, the sun will never set, and there will never be dusk.
3. Asking for poems about a happy life
There are many, many. I will send them to you. There are many peach blossoms in the Book of Songs. The peach blossoms shine brightly.
When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family. The peach blossoms are actually peach blossoms.
When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family. The peach is young, its leaves are pure.
When the son returns home, it will be a good time for his family. Many of Li Qingzhao's poems describe family happiness.
In Xiaochong Mountain, when spring comes to Changmen, the grass is green, and some of the red plum blossoms are broken, but they are not evenly blooming. The cage of green clouds grinds the jade into dust, leaving behind the dream of dawn and breaking through the spring.
The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door, and the sparse curtains cover the pale moon. It is like dusk. In the second year of my life, I lost to Dongjun three times and returned, intending to spend this spring.
Linjiang Fairy Plum The courtyard is a little deeper, the spring is late in the cloud window and foggy pavilion, who is haggard and loses her beauty. It's good to have clear dreams at night, and it should be from Nanzhi.
The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful. The Qiang pipes in the south tower are no longer playing. Who knows when the strong fragrance blows away? The warm wind will be delayed by the sun, but it will not reach the fatness of the apricot blossoms.
Celebrating the Qing Dynasty slowly, the bans and gates are low, and the railings are skillfully protected, so that they can monopolize the remaining spring. The guest is standing still, showing his innocence in all his grace and grace.
After the flowers have passed, a new look will appear. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and the moon, long [evil belt] Dongjun.
Beside the east city, on Nanmo, there is the Zhengri Hengchi Pavilion, where people race on the incense wheel. When the feast is over, who can succeed Fang Chen? It's better to be in the palace of bright light. A few branches are close to the sun and even out. The golden statue falls down, and all the candles are used up, regardless of the dusk.
Li Shangyin - "Two Untitled Poems" The phoenix tail incense is several layers thin, and the green dome is cracked in the middle of the night. Fan Cai Yue's soul can't hide its shame, the car is driving away and the sound of thunder can't make sense.
It used to be lonely, golden embers dark, no news, pomegranate red. The spots are only tied to the shore of the weeping poplar trees, and there is a good wind in the southwest.
The heavy curtains go deep into the Mochou Hall. After lying down, the night is long and thin. The career of a goddess is just a dream, and the sister-in-law has no husband in her home.
If the wind and waves don’t believe that the water chestnut branches are weak, who will teach the moon dew that the osmanthus leaves are fragrant. It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.
Li Shangyin - "Untitled" Last night the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
Separate seats are provided with spring wine to warm them, and the partitions are covered with wax lamps. Sighing, I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request. I walked around Malantai and turned around.
Li Shangyin - "Untitled" It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
"Untitled" Li Shangyin came with empty words and left without a trace, the moon was setting at five o'clock upstairs. The dream is so far away that it is difficult to recall it, and the book is hastily turned into ink.
The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus. Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan.
A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond. The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
The Jia family peeked behind the curtain of Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of Wei Wangcai. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
A sentimental spring evening, the night is dark for a while. The sound of the building will make you feel timid when climbing up, and the curtain will be too warm to feel uncomfortable.
I am so ashamed of the hairpin and the swallow, I am really ashamed of the Luan in the mirror. Returning to Hengtang at dawn, Hua Xing gave me a precious saddle.
Wherever the mourning kites are in charge, the cherry blossoms are always hanging on the banks of the alleys. The old daughter of the owner is not for sale, and it is three and a half months during the day.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and we watch together on the same wall after the Qingming Festival. Returning to the fifth watch, the swallows in Liangjian sighed after hearing this.
Untitled There was a date when Chinese Valentine's Day came, and the curtains of the wedding room are still hanging down. The moon is like a rabbit's new soul, but the iron net coral has no branches.
Check and Shenfangjiao is stationed in the scene, and collect the phoenix paper to write about lovesickness. The internal biography of Emperor Wu is clearly there, but the world always doesn't know.
Untitled The smoke and fog stir up the fog, and every time you lean on it, thousands of threads fall into the sunlight. In order to repay the travellers, I gave them all my farewells, leaving half to see them off and half to welcome them back.
Untitled I secretly looked in the mirror at the age of eight and realized that I could already draw my eyebrows. When I was ten years old, I went on an outing and wore Xiaorong as my skirt.
Twelve people learn to play the zither, but they never take off their silver armor. Sixteen relatives are hidden in the fourteenth year, and it is known that she is still unmarried.
Weeping in the spring breeze on the fifteenth day, the swing falls on the back. Tian Family Fan Chengda works in the fields during the day and weaves hemp at night. The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. To the King of Chang'an Wang Anshi It is not light to say goodbye when a young man is young, but it is also sad to meet again when we are old.
The hasty cups and plates offer laughter, and the dim light talks about life. Self-pity is separated by the lake and the sea for three years, and it travels thousands of miles like dust and sand.
If you want to know when the later period will be, I will send you a letter to see Yan Nan Zheng. Returning Home Wang Mian My mother was originally strong, but this year she said she was dizzy.
Gu Lian is a guest, and he especially likes his grandson who is a scholar. New business lights, Sangma old village.
Taiping has beautiful customs and there is no need to close the door. Asked why I wanted to live in the green mountains, I smiled without answering and my heart was at ease.
The peach blossoms and flowing water disappear, and there is no other world than this world. ——Li Bai Xin Qiji Qingpingle·Village Dwelling The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.
Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk. Whose old lady is white-haired? The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving chicken coops; the younger child is most fond of rogues, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.
Du Fu's Visitor Arrives. There is spring water in the south and north of the house, but I can see a flock of gulls coming day by day. The flower path has never been swept by visitors, and now the gate is opened for you.
Plate meals are far from delicious, while bottle restaurants are poor and only have old fermented grains. He is willing to drink with his neighbor, calling across the fence to finish the rest of the cup.
Tao Yuanming Drinking The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. I ask you how you can do it, but your mind is far away and you are biased.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it. Useful sentences to explain happiness using ancient poems. Happiness is the kind of surprise that comes when "a long drought is met by sweet rain, or when you meet an old friend in a foreign land."
Happiness is the kind of relief that "when the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes". Happiness is the warmth of "having close friends all over the world" and "traveling to beautiful women from thousands of miles away".
Happiness is the kind of comfort that "the spring breeze is proud of the horseshoes, and you can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day". Happiness is the kind of boldness that "can be the best" and "read all the beauty of the world".
Happiness is the beauty of "the willow wind blowing on your face without chilling" and "everything is always spring". Happiness is the kind of harmony where "my own new words have the most delicate rhyme, Xiaohong sings in a low voice and I play the flute".
Happiness is the kind of leisure that "the shepherd boy returns and rides on the back of the cow, playing the piccolo without any tune". Happiness is the kind of scenery that "in the past I rode a horse, but now I drive thousands of horses here".
Happiness is the kind of freedom and ease that "the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is clear enough for birds to fly". Happiness is the kind of luck that "everywhere you go is happy and you are always in peace".
Happiness is the magnanimity of "I drink wine in Dongmengu, my heart is as light as a feather". Happiness is the broad-mindedness of "a little bit of awe-inspiring energy, a thousand miles of joyful wind".
Happiness is the elegance of "drinking fine wine until you are slightly drunk, and seeing the beautiful flowers half blooming." Happiness is the refreshing feeling of "the water on the lotus is fragrant, and the bamboo is filled with wind and the fan is cool".
Happiness is the kind of pride that "in the old days, the king and his wife flew into the homes of ordinary people." Happiness is the tenderness of "we are married as husband and wife, and our love is unquestionable".
Happiness is the feeling of "without the wings of a colorful phoenix in the body, but with a clear understanding in the heart". Happiness is “Tonight I know that the spring air is warm and the sound of insects is new and green.
4. What are the poems about "happy life"
1. "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
Translation: An old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse. Green woods surround the village, and green mountains lie outside the city. Open the window and face the vegetable garden of the threshing floor, holding a wine glass in hand and chatting about the crops. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, please come here to enjoy the chrysanthemums.
2. "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.
Translation: The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and the fall of night makes people feel that it is early autumn. The bright moon sheds clear light from the gaps in the pines, and clear spring water flows on the rocks. The noisy sound in the bamboo forest is thought to be the return of the washer girl, and the swaying of the lotus leaves is thought to be wandering up and down the boat. The fragrance of spring may as well be allowed to fade away, but the kings and grandsons of the mountains in autumn can stay for a long time.
3. "Weichuan Tianjia"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.
The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.
Pheasants and wheat seedlings are everywhere, silkworms are sleeping on mulberry leaves.
Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other.
This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away.
Translation: The village is covered with the afterglow of the sunset, and the cattle and sheep return one after another along the deep alleys. The old man misses his grandson who is grazing, and his stick is waiting for him at the firewood gate of his house. The pheasants are crowing, the wheat is about to ear, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are already thin. The farmers returned to the village with their hoes in hand, laughing and loving each other. Why don't I envy you for being so comfortable? I couldn't help but chant "The Decline" sadly.
4. "Spring Dawn"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
Translation: I was too sleepy in spring to realize that it was already dawn, and what disturbed my deep sleep was the chirping bird. There was constant wind and rain last night. I wonder how many of the beautiful spring flowers were blown down?
5. "Ask Liu Nineteenth"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Green ants' newly fermented wine, small red clay stove.
It’s snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?
Translation: The light green rice wine is brewed and the small stove is heated. It's getting late and the snow is getting thicker. Can you take a look at your humble house and drink a glass of warm wine?
5. What are the poems about a happy life
1. "Looking at the Evening in the Spring Courtyard" Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Xiao Cui
Talking about the Spring Courtyard and Looking at the Evening , the towers hide themselves from each other.
The plum blossoms on the window are falling late, and the bamboos on the pond are blooming.
The sound of springs makes you aware that water is in danger, and the arrival of clouds makes you realize that mountains are near.
Don’t worry about the flowers not flying, but be afraid that the flowers will fly away.
2. "Poetry on the Wall of Bailong Cave in Guangxi" Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Shi Dakai
Stand up and climb the mountains, raise your eyes to illuminate the distant sky.
Destroy the Buddha and worship the Emperor of Heaven, and immigrate to the retro style.
When approaching the army, he is praised as a brave general, and when playing in a cave, he admires the heroic poets.
The sword energy shoots up into the stars, and the literary light shoots up the sun and the rainbow.
3. "Ugly Slave: Meditating on the Events of the Fifteen Years" Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Gong Zizhen
Meditating on the Events of the Fifteen Years, I am filled with talents and tears. Bear the heart of the flute and the name of the sword.
When spring comes, I don’t have any caring dreams. If I confess to myself that I am wandering, but if I don’t believe that I am wandering, please read the bedside Golden Scripture.
4. "The Story of Encountering Immortals in Peach Blossom Temple" Year: Ming Dynasty Author: Tang Yin
That was the first time we met under the peach blossom tree in this gate.
I have only seen immortals planting peach trees, but I have never heard of immortals looking at the red flowers.
I look forward to the immortal's visit every day, and the peach blossoms smile in the spring breeze every day.
As soon as I heard that the fairy had arrived, the peach blossoms turned red.
In the Peach Blossom Valley, there are peach blossom fairies, and peach blossom beauties sleep under the trees.
The soul of the flower makes peach blossom wine, and you are destined to recognize the fragrance of flowers.
Good wine will dispel sorrow and sorrow, and you will feel safe while lying drunk under the flowers.
Among the flowers, one does not know that the sun and the moon are short, but one does not expect that the world has been around for thousands of years.
I don’t want to be polluted by the mundane world, I would rather be a flower fairy on the branches.
When spring comes in March and the fragrant breeze carries it, it is the flower slave who greets you.
5. "Sanchuigang" Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Yan Suicheng
The hero immediately rose from Shatuo, but Zhu Liang was so domineering.
It is difficult to support Tang Sheji with one hand, but the city still supports the mountains and rivers of Jin.
There are strange children under the wind and cloud tent, and there are many tears in front of the drum horn lamp.
In the desolate way down the hill, people still sing "A Hundred Years Song".
6. Poems about a happy life
Happiness is like a flower. April 24, 2007 at 16:44. Source: Red Sleeves Adding Fragrance: Dan Daner’s thoughts of crossing the Yangtze River. The beauty holding the head of the Yangtze River whispers softly. Happiness is the beauty of roses, which renders a cloud flying in the sky. The smile of the dreamer gradually appears in the sky of a foreign country. Happiness is the beauty and grace of peonies. I am also intoxicated. Birds are whistling and insects are singing. You are The kite that disappears from my sight, you are the dream that melts in early spring. Happiness is the epiphyllum that falls and flies into the sky. Happiness is the agave that ends with a wonderful climax without regrets. Happiness is the curtain call of gladioli and the string of flower beads. There is still spring. Blessings, happiness is the continuation of gardenia life, the surge of the rest of life after the disaster, the awakening after nirvana. No, I believe that happiness is perfume, lily, and happiness is evergreen.
7. Poems praising a happy new life
Picking Happiness "The happiness of the sky is wearing a blue; the happiness of the forest is wearing a green; the happiness of the sun is like a diamond Dazzling; the happiness of the setting sun leaves the last beauty; my happiness must be picked up with my friends - every friendship, every ray of happiness, every hope, every ray of sunshine..." This is recorded in my diary A paragraph above.
When I open the diary every day and see it, my mood always becomes very blue and transparent, and it washes away the loss and worries that have settled in my heart. It is a happy feeling. Time flies, and the years pass like water.
Unknowingly, I grew up. My childhood memories are like leaves falling quietly from the big tree of my childhood, and I can never go back to the tree again, but those leaves are still there. Dazzlingly green. I still remember that the jumping little girl always loved to look up at the clear blue sky with curious eyes, wanting to blend into the blue; she always loved to hide in the "little house" with her friends and watch the naughty raindrops playing in the breeze. .
The sky was blue and the grass was green. I was really happy at that time. Now, I still love the blue sky and everything beautiful under the blue sky, but I rarely have the time and energy to appreciate it carefully. Occasionally, when I look up, I feel a strange kindness, as if a lot of interest has been missing from life, and a lot has been added. Worry and confusion.
The years have also made me understand many things that I have never understood before: life is inherently full of thorns and ups and downs. In this long journey, I must give myself confidence, hope, courage to fight, and give myself the courage to fight. Light a lamp by yourself and find your own happiness. What is happiness? In my eyes, happiness is not a thick stack of banknotes or a piece of extremely gorgeous clothes; nor is it a tool to cover up pain, or a wine to covet happiness.
Happiness should be a subtle feeling deep in the soul, a real feeling of a person. When you are depressed and helpless, a smile or a greeting from a passerby will bring you happiness; happiness is a handful of sweet spring water when you are thirsty; happiness is a big soft bed when you are exhausted; happiness is when you are lonely A plain letter from afar; happiness is a kind smiling face after your nightmare.
Success is happiness, failure is also happiness, it is a kind of bitter sweetness. At any time, you must have the courage to say to yourself: I am not afraid of failure, because my goal is ahead, because I have the courage to get up again, because failure is a kind of happiness! It was a clear sky again, and the sunshine was as warm as before.
Everything in front of you is so beautiful. In fact, the answer to what the world is like lies in your eyes and in your heart. Pick happiness and give yourself a pleasant state of mind; pick happiness and get closer to happiness.
8. What are the poems praising a happy new life?
1. The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are in full bloom, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low.
From "Xinliang" written by Xu Ji in the Song Dynasty
The fields are full of water and the rice leaves are in full bloom, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low.
The oriole also loves the coolness of the new weather, flying over the green mountains and singing in the shadows.
Definition:
In the endless rice fields, the water ripples slightly, and the neat rice is as neat as a knife. The morning sun shines through the leaves and onto the ground, while the morning mist lingers among the trees. The oriole also likes the cool time in the morning and crows happily in the shadow of the green mountains.
2. At the foot of Ehu Mountain, the rice and beams are fertile, and dolphins and chickens perch with their doors half-opened.
From "She Ri" written by Wang Jia of the Tang Dynasty
At the foot of Ehu Mountain, the rice and beams are fat, and the pig cages and chickens are perched with their doors half-opened.
The shadows of mulberry trees are scattered in the spring society, and every family supports people to return intoxicated.
Definition:
The rice beams at the foot of Ehu Mountain are plump and a good harvest is in sight. In the livestock pen, the pigs are fat and the chickens are strong, and the door is half open. The sun sets in the west, and the mulberry trees cast long shadows. The spring club is over, and every family helps the drunk person back home.
3. Go out the front door alone and look at the wild fields. The moon is bright and the buckwheat flowers are like snow.
From "Village Night" written by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty
The frost grass is full of insects, and there are no people walking to the south of the village or to the north of the village.
When I go out alone and look at the wild fields, the moon is bright and the buckwheat flowers are like snow. (In front of the door, one work: Qianmen)
Interpretation:
In the gray-white autumn grass beaten by the frost, insects are whispering, and there are no pedestrians around the mountain village. I came to the front door alone and looked at the fields in the distance. The buckwheat flowers were as white as snow under the bright moon.
4. Tangli leaves fall rouge color, and buckwheat flowers bloom with white snow fragrance.
From "A Journey to the Village" by Wang Yucheng of the Song Dynasty
The chrysanthemums on the horse's path through the mountain are beginning to turn yellow. Thousands of valleys are filled with late music, and several peaks stand silently in the setting sun.
Tangli leaves fall rouge color, buckwheat flowers bloom white and fragrant. What's the matter? I'm suddenly melancholy. The original trees on the village bridge look like my hometown.
Interpretation:
The chrysanthemums of the horses are turning slightly yellow as they walk along the mountain road, allowing the horses to walk freely with great interest. Thousands of valleys echo with sounds and listen to the night, and watch several mountain peaks remain silent under the setting sun. The fallen leaves of Tangli are as red as rouge, and the fragrant buckwheat flowers are as white as snow. What made me suddenly feel melancholy while reciting poems was that the small rural bridge looked so much like my hometown!
5. The fragrance of rice flowers means a good year. Listen to the sound of frogs.
From "Moon on the Xijiang River: Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty
Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned. (Xiqiao No. 1: Xitou)
Interpretation:
The bright moonlight passed through the branches, startling the magpies on the branches, and the cool evening breeze seemed to hear distant sounds. The sound of cicadas everywhere. In the aroma of rice flowers, there are sounds of frogs croaking in my ears, as if they are discussing that this year will be a good year for a bumper harvest.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, the stars were twinkling, and a light rain fell in front of the mountain. The small thatched house of the past is still next to the woods of Tutu Temple. When the road turns around the source of the stream, it suddenly appears in front of you.