Poems about strangers 1. Poems about strangers
You have a wizard, and I am not poor. -(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor. —— (Tang)
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . -(Tang) Bai Juyi
Mochow has a vast road ahead, and everyone knows you. -(Tang) Gao Shi
There are no happy friends and no happy friends in the world. -(Qing) Pu Songling
Know each other, know each other, know each other, know each other. -(Spring and Autumn Period) Mencius
A friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, but a friendship between villains is as bitter as cucumber.
-(Warring States) Zhuangzi
If you live with the lame, you will learn to limp. -(Western Jin Dynasty) Fu Xuan
Life is a matter of life, so why use gold and money? -(Tang) Li Bai
Make friends and keep your word. -(Spring and Autumn) Midsummer
Never forget the friendship between cloth and clothes. -(Tang) li yanshou
Gentlemen and gentlemen take Tao as their friends, and villains and villains take fun as their friends. —— (Song) Ouyang Xiu
Life is about getting to know each other. -(Song) Wang Anshi
The enemy should reconcile, not reconcile, and turn around. -(Ming) Feng Menglong
Heroes in adversity. -(Qing) Wei Xi
Two thousand gold is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find. -(Qing) Cao Xueqin
For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply. -(Song) Gu Xia
Zhong Ziqi died, and Boya never played the piano again. Han Shu
The mountains and rivers are not heavy enough. It is important to know yourself. -Bao Rong
Be a gentleman and a hero in the world.
Shu Shu and Liu Ba in Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
A gentleman does not slander when he makes it, and he does not blaspheme when he makes it. -Zhouyi
If you know that all the seas are brothers, where can you meet an old friend? -Chen
Friends, those honest people. -(Song) Zhu
Clothes are not as good as new ones, and people are not as good as old ones. -Han Yuefu
Concentric and economical, consistent. —— (Song) Ouyang Xiu
Once you die, you know your friendship. Poverty and wealth are a state of knowing each other. One is expensive and the other is cheap, and friendship can be seen. -Historical records
I got drunk without saying anything, and I won't have another drink. -(Jin) Tao Yuanming
There is no distinction between old and young in life. Why should we get along first? -(Tang) Du Fu
Soul mates, not face to face, from now on. -(Tang) Bai Juyi
Making friends in life begins and ends, not for ups and downs. -(Tang) Helan
Have fun today, and don't forget each other in the future. -(Three Kingdoms) Cao Zhi
Friends in the world, know yourself and know yourself. -(Ming) Feng Menglong
Teenagers know each other happily, but miss their old friends at dusk. -(Tang) Han Yu
One is expensive and the other is cheap. -(Tang) Luo
It is no good getting to know each other in an emergency. -(Tang) Li Bai
Throw it out with papaya and hold it with Qiong Yao. It is always good to repay bandits. -The Book of Songs
The most important thing in life is to know yourself. We are all flesh and blood in the whole world. -Yanmen
Friendly friends never tire, but close friends speculate. -(Ming) Feng Menglong
If two people are connected, their sharpness can cut metal. -"hey. Cohesion "
Baby, it makes a harsh sound and asks for its friendly voice. -The Book of Songs. Xiaoya
Happy, happy, new friend -(Warring States) Qu Yuan
Friends in trouble. -"Han Zhuge Feng Biography".
People who have affairs are not our kind. -(Tang) Meng Haoran
My friend is eager to think. -The Analects of Confucius. Luz
Courtesy is reciprocated. -Book of Rites. Qu Li
A gentleman makes friends with words, and helps others with kindness. -The Analects of Confucius and Yan Yuan
Pay with money, pay with money; People who pay with color fall in love with Chongqing. -Warring States policy
The luxury of pine and cypress can only be known when the husband's frost and snow fall. -"Huainanzi"
Those who combine strength are exhausted. -Historical records
A man knows his companion in a long journey and an inn. -"Selected Songs of Yuan Dynasty". Try to be grateful. "
Knowing each other far and near, Wan Li is still a neighbor. -(Tang) Zhang Jiuling
Just met a smile, and sending turned into sobbing. —— (Tang) Wang Wei
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. -(Tang) Li Bai
Old friends are closer. -(Tang) Du Fu
Although there are brothers, it is best to be friends.
-"Bao Puzi". Communication "
A gentleman is as light as water, the older he gets, the truer he is. The population is as small as honey, and it is an enemy in an instant.
Pick whatever you want.
2. What are some poems about strangers?
Pipa and Tang Bai Juyi are both unhappy-we meet each other forever. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? Origin: Pipa Tang Bai Juyi Yuan and ten years, moved to Sima, belonging to Jiujiang County.
Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto.
Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns to bathe grass. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife.
So he ordered the winemaker to play a few pieces quickly. I feel sorry for myself, but I have told myself what I was happy about when I was young. Now I am wandering and haggard, and I have been an official in the Jianghu for more than two years. I feel very comfortable, I feel very comfortable, and I feel excited.
Because Long song is for them, there are 6 16 words. Life is called pipa xing.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song "always teach good talents and dress up like an autumn furnace." I can't count all the songs of how noble young people in Wuling once competed nobly.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight shining.
There are no folk songs and Guti, but they are rough and harsh. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima Qing is wet.
In the 10th year of Yuanhe in Tang Xianzong, I was demoted to Sima in Jiujiang County. One day in the autumn of the following year, I was seeing off guests at Songpukou, and at night I heard someone playing the lute on the boat.
Listen to that sound, jingle bells, with the popular rhyme of Kyoto. Ask about this person, who turned out to be a singer in Chang 'an, and once studied under two pipa masters, Mu and Cao.
Later, she got old, retired and married a businessman. So I ordered someone to set the wine and asked her to play a few songs happily.
After she finished playing, she looked a little blue. She talked about the joy of childhood, but now she is wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. After leaving Beijing for two years, I had a very relaxed and enjoyable life. Now I am moved by this man's words, and I feel that I was demoted that night.
So I wrote a long poem for her, * * * 6 16, entitled Pipa. On autumn night, I went to Xunyang Jiangtou to see off a returning guest, and the autumn wind blew the maple leaves and reeds rustling.
Pipa line illustration (16 photos) My guests and I dismounted from the boat to bid farewell and drank useless music. If you don't drink well, it will be even sadder. You left, and the river reflected the bright moon at night.
Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave. Find the sound source and ask who is playing the pipa. Pipa stopped for a long time but nothing happened.
We brought the boat closer and invited her out to meet; Tell the servant to add more wine, and then set the banquet under the lamp. It was a long time before she came out slowly, holding the pipa in her arms and covering her face half.
Tighten the piano shaft, pluck the strings and try to play a few times; Form is very affectionate before it becomes a tune. The sad sound of the strings suggests meditation; It seems to be telling the frustration of her life; She kept her head down and kept playing; Tell the infinite past in your heart with the sound of the piano.
Close it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it and pick it. Play "Colorful Feather" at the beginning and then "Liuyao".
The big string is long and noisy, like a storm; Xiaoxian is gentle and quiet, as if someone is whispering. Noise and tangles are played alternately; Like a string of beads falling from a jade plate.
Pipa sounds like a smooth birdsong under a flower for a while, and then it sounds like a difficult, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice. It seems that the cold and astringent pipa sound of the spring began to condense, and the sound of poor condensation gradually stopped.
Like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly breeds; At this time, it is more touching than the sound. Suddenly, it seems that the silver bottle broke into the water and splashed; Like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and parted them; The roar of four strings seems to tear the cloth. People from the East Ship and the West Ship listened quietly; I saw Bai Yue reflected in the middle of the river.
She thoughtfully put the pick away and inserted it on the strings; Finishing clothes still looks solemn. She said I was a famous singer in Beijing. My hometown is in Ling Ran, southeast of Chang 'an.
Learn to play pipa at the age of thirteen; My name was included in the first lineup of Jiao Fang Philharmonic Orchestra. Every song makes the art masters gasp in admiration; Every time I make up Chengdu, I am envied by my fellow geisha.
Rich children in Kyoto compete to offer color; I don't know how much red yarn I collected after playing a song. The silver grate in the hammer head is often broken when it is struck; I don't regret that the red skirt is stained with wine.
Spent year after year in laughter and farce; Autumn goes and spring comes, and good times are wasted. My brother joined the army, and my sister died at home, which has been ruined; As time goes by, I get old and my skin color fades.
Cars and horses in front of the door reduce diners; Youth is gone, so I have to marry a businessman. When businessmen value profits more than feelings, they tend to leave easily; Last month.
3. Ask for five strange ancient poems and enjoy them
Qingyuanmei
Moss
Day is everywhere.
Qingqing just came alone.
Moss is as small as rice.
Also learn peony flowers.
In the corner where the sun can't shine, youth has come. Although moss is as small as rice, it is as dignified and open as peony.
chicken (as food)
Keywords raising chickens, vertical feeding,
The chicken oil is cooked.
The master has a good plan,
Don't tell the chicken.
It is an allegorical allegorical poem, short and pithy, which has been exposed by exploiters who seek huge profits with small favors.
Lipper
"Grandma Pavilion" is a sad place on earth.
Lao's farewell pavilion. Chunfeng knows not to suffer,
Don't send wicker green.
When Li Bai wrote this quatrain, it was in the early spring and the wicker was not green. But what the poet wants to write is not the spring scenery of this ancient pavilion, but just because of the land, expressing feelings with scenery and expressing people's parting pain with the pavilion as the topic.
This may not be appropriate, but it's easy to recite.
Let's go-Yuan Zhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Yuan Zhen's poems describe his infatuation with his former lover, which is unforgettable. No matter how beautiful a woman is, in his eyes, she can't compare with the right person in her mind. Just like people who have experienced sea water and clouds in Wushan, they are no longer satisfied with the water clouds in other places.
In addition, attach a favorite article. I don't know if it is strange to you, but I believe many sentences are familiar to you.
Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou bid farewell to Minister Shu Yun, and Li Bai had to leave me and Bolt since yesterday; It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow. Poetry shows that it is inevitable to leave my yesterday, and today, which disturbs my mood, makes me extremely worried. In the face of this scene, Wan blew the swan geese returning to the south, and they could climb the tall buildings and have a good drink. Your article is as profound as the immortal prose stored in Penglai Palace, and also has the character of Jian 'an literature. And my poetic style is as fresh and beautiful as Xie Tiao's, elegant and bold. We are all full of lofty sentiments and exultation, and our jumping thoughts are like flying high in the blue sky to pick the bright moon. However, whenever I think about the opportunities in life, I worry. It's like drawing a treasure knife to cut running water. Instead of being cut off, the current is more fierce. I raised my glass and drank heavily. I wanted to drown my sorrows in wine, but I was even more worried. Ah! Life is so unhappy in this world, it is better to let me wander freely in the rivers and lakes in a boat tomorrow.
Don
Chang 'e mica screen has a deep candle shadow,
The long river sinks and the stars sink. Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir.
Blue sky and clear sky at night.
Literally, this poem should be about the loneliness of Chang 'e in Guanghan Palace. Chang 'e is the wife of Hou Yi, who got the elixir of life from the Queen Mother of the West. Chang 'e stole the medicine and flew to the Moon Palace. Some people think that this poem is a mourning poem or has other intentions.
4. Praise strangers' poems
1. At the foot of Luojiashan, on the coast of the East China Sea, peaches and plums go their separate ways.
2. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, candles will turn to dust, and tears will start to dry up.
4. Add China hair to the hair and laugh at the podium. 5. I have paid a lot of blood and sweat, and I don't want to be famous.
6. Bow your head and be a Confucian cow. 7. Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen and three thousand peaches and plums; Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.
8. Four degrees of spring breeze and several times of autumn rain washed away the gap. Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
9. Spring silk is not old, and autumn candle tears are thicker. Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits.
10. The silver thread of the crane hair reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood. 1 1.
12. All the words were given by my teacher. Gift: ★★★★ Praise the teacher Poem 2: ★★★★ I love my teacher like a red candle, which lights the torch in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-Teacher, hard work-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! You cultivated it with hard sweat.
1. At the foot of Luojiashan, on the coast of the East China Sea, peaches and plums go their separate ways. 2. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers.
In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, candles will turn to dust, and tears will start to dry up. 4. Add China hair to the hair and laugh at the podium.
5. I have paid a lot of blood and sweat, and I don't want to be famous. 6. Bow your head and be a Confucian cow.
7. Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen and three thousand peaches and plums; Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns. 8. Four degrees of spring breeze and several times of autumn rain washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. 9. Spring silk is not old, and autumn candle tears are thicker.
Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. 10. The silver thread of the crane hair reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood.
1 1. 12. All the words were given by my teacher.
Gift: ★★★★ Praise the teacher Poem 2: ★★★★ I love my teacher like a red candle, which lights the torch in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes. Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted.
We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-Teacher, hard work-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts.
Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily. The autumn season is fruitful.
You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold. You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness.
We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow. Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest.
Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★★★ The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats. Today's teacher's holiday is coming again.
Teachers have worked hard for our growth. We will never forget the teacher's love for us.
Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves. People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world.
Teachers are the noblest career in the world. The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.
The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life. Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century.
The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain. The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge.
Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us. The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain.
The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers. The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.
The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young. When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.
Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society. Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world.
The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest. Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation.
Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. ★★★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 5: ★★★★★★★ You give a flower, I give a flower, let's make a big wreath and give it to my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat.
Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone. Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go.
Always remember your words. Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours.
Praise the teacher's poem 6: September, as scheduled. Therefore, the world is brilliant.
We sing September, because it is your eternal festival. We remember September because it was our sincere confession.
September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast. The movement of September has been played, please accept our September.