Poetry about a better life 1. Poetry about a better life
Chai Lu WANG Wei: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei: The Red Calyx of Hibiscus in the Mountain. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
Autumn in a Mountain Residence by Wang Wei: An empty mountain stands on an autumn night after the rain. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Wang Wei's Birding Creek: When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.
Wang Jian's Tian Guxing: Men are happy, women are happy, but people don't complain. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper. There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes. In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!
Zhang Ji's Wild Old Songs: The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of Shan Ye. Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns. The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.
Nie Zhongyi's Wounded Family: selling new silk in February and harvesting new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.
Wei's "Housekeeper": A light rain blooms new flowers, and thunder rises. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy. There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
Du Xunhe's Widow in the Mountain: My husband clung to Mao Peng because of the soldier, and all my linen clothes were burned. Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings. When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.
Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring: In the house, spring pigeons are singing and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village: Prepare chicken rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Du Fu's "The Year of Yan Xing": There are many clouds in the north wind, and in the snow in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers. High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks. When will the sadness of this song end?
Wen Tingyun's "Burning Songs": Get up and look at Nanshan, and the mountain will burn the mountain. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected. The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red. Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian. Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet. The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest. Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine. Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps. Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.
Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Notes on Four Seasons (I): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are sparse. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (II): Children in the village go out during the day and take care of their own affairs. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Loser-Yan Shu.
Swallows come to Spring Club, pears fall after Qingming Festival.
At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.
The days are long and the ice floes are light.
Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao.
The suspect had a good sleep last night. It turns out that today's grass fight won.
Laughter comes from two faces.
Yan Shu, a famous prime minister and poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, has an anthology called "Poems for Rain".
2. What poems describe a better life?
Autumn in the Mountain by Wang Wei: After the rain, the mountains are empty, the autumn moonlight stands in the pine forest, the crystal stone in the stream, the laundry girl whispering in the bamboo forest, the lotus leaf in front of the fishing boat, my friend's prince, what does it matter if you are here? . Wang Wei birdsong creek: people are idle, osmanthus falls, the night is quiet, the mountains are empty, the moon is full of birds, and the spring creek is full. Wang Wei's a Farm-house on the Wei River: The oblique light falls, and the cattle and sheep return to the poor lane. Wild old man. No wonder I long for a simple life and am disappointed with the decline of songs. Wang Jian's Tian Jia Xing: A male voice is happy with a female Yan Yue, and people don't complain about saying goodbye. Although it is hot in May, the wheat is clear and the eaves sound. Wild silkworms don't take cocoons, and autumn moths are born among leaves. Wheat is harvested on the shaft and knowledge is lost. I don't want to find my upper body at the entrance, and I don't want to sell the yellow calf to the wild old song of the city Zhang Ji: the old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. Most of the seedlings are not allowed to eat, and when they enter the official warehouse, they become dirt. At the end of the year, they hoed the plow beside the empty room and shouted for acorns when climbing the mountain. The Xijiang River is full of pearls, and the dog owners on board eat meat. Nie's "Mourning the Dead": selling new silk in February and planting new grain in May. It cured the pain in the eyes.
3. Poetry describing the beauty of life
Among the ancient poetry sentences, there are almost no poems that directly describe a good life, but many of them depict scenes of leisurely life and show the beauty of life. The following is.
1, staying at Xugong Store in Xinshi, Songyang Wan Li hedges are sparse and trees are not shaded. The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the flowers, but disappeared.
2, four seasons mix and match. Second, in the Song Dynasty, plums in Fan Chengda were golden and apricot-shaped, while wheat was white and cauliflower was thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly
3. Summer village is full of excitement. In the seventh Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda performed hemp at sunrise night, and the village children took charge of each other. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
4, drinking, five dynasties Wei and Jin, Tao Yuanming, building a house is in human feelings, there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say. 5, partridge, lazy to learn to grow melons, lazy to learn to grow melons, just to send fishermen youth.
Two new swallows are on the shore of spring, and a piece of light seagulls falls on the beach at dusk. The song is ethereal, and the wine is as clear as dew.
Everyone asked where to go and laughed and said that the boat was home. 6, Shanjiayuan Liu was confused by the horseshoe stepping on the water, drunk sleeves exposed the wind.
It is strange to see the children looking out, and the sound of birds leads me to my home in the mountains. 7. In the countryside in April, in the Song Dynasty, Weng Juan was covered with mountains and plains. In the sound of Zigui, rain was like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
4. What are the modern poems describing a better life?
Examples of modern poetry describing a beautiful life are as follows: 1, Life (Author: Blank Case) Busy life is walking in a foreign land at an accelerated pace. Sometimes you smile, which has nothing to do with happiness, but you smile when you are sad. You said that love is also entangled in what love is, and I don't know who to miss. You love him, but he doesn't love you that much Looking for lights, the prelude to the night is dim, and sometimes you are at a loss. You will feel lonely in a busy place. A warm breeze in July can also bring chills. 2, "In front of the door" (Author: Gu Cheng) How I wish there was a door in the morning, when the sun shone on the grass, we stood there holding the door. The door is low, but the sun is shining, the grass is bearing seeds and the wind is shaking the leaves. If we stand, it is beautiful to have a door without talking, and it is also beautiful not to open the door in the morning. We are still wandering in the dark. We gave him the lyre. We don't want to go. We need land. We need land that will never be destroyed. We want to ride it all our lives. This land is rugged and sometimes narrow. However, it has history, sky, moon, dew and morning. We love this land. We stood digging with wooden shoes. The door is hot, too We lean gently. It is very beautiful. The grass behind the wall won't grow. Just your fingertips. Touch the Sunshine 3. The New Life (Author: Liu Mingming) started, my new life music started, and I found my yearning life by tapping the keyboard. I am very happy and comfortable. Although this process is painful and long, for today, it is worth paying tribute to the pursuit of the past. 4. Life (Author: Slipper Strategist) lights up a blue light and blows a happy ballad. Time drowned the night. Your figure is never far away, from bright flowers to the thin West Lake. Drink a glass of hard liquor from morning till dusk. Laughing and chatting about the calm of South Lake when we parted ways and passed by, not to mention the cold wind of East Lake in the distance. There are still many responsibilities on our shoulders, just to reassure our lofty sentiments, turn life into a glass of wine, and pitch silently every spring and autumn. "Good Day" is full of sunshine, and the bleak eyes in the poem are dancing in the distant mountains. My children's sweet laughter soaked the flowers in the snow, and the wife's quiet smile on the west wall was dyed red with infinite tenderness. The birds on the branches were dyed red, and smoke rose from the kitchen at sunset. Ran Ran has risen.
5. Poetry about a better life in the future
(Sweet Career Theme Song)
Our life is full of sunshine.
Yu Shuzhen
lrc:sunpzh
Happy flowers open their hearts.
Our hearts fly far away.
Look forward to that beautiful revolutionary ideal.
Ah.
Dear people, go forward hand in hand.
Hand in hand
Our life is full of sunshine.
Full of sunshine
Music.
Flowers are blooming in Bindi.
Birds with wings spread their wings and fly.
Facing the storm of fighting on the Long March
Contribute youth and strength to the motherland
Ah.
Dear people, go forward hand in hand.
Hand in hand
Our life is full of sunshine.
Full of sunshine
Music.
The song of love is floating in the wind.
Our hearts fly far away.
Look forward to that beautiful revolutionary ideal.
Ah.
Dear people, go forward hand in hand.
Hand in hand
Our life is full of sunshine.
Full of sunshine
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6. Seek poems that describe the pursuit of a better life
Let‘s cross the bridge when we come to it.
Since God has given talents, let them be used! , spin one thousand silver, all come back! .
Well, there's no way, Jinghe village
In the clear sky, a crane floats among the clouds, leading poems to Bixiao (Liu Yuxi). At that time, Liu was frustrated, but he was not negative because of his career frustration. He was still optimistic about life. He was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The whole poem is:
Autumn ci
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. A crane is walking on a clear sky, leading a poem to Bixiao.
Theme song of sweet career)
Our life is full of sunshine.
Yu Shuzhen
lrc:sunpzh
Happy flowers open their hearts.
Our hearts fly far away.
Look forward to that beautiful revolutionary ideal.
Ah.
Dear people, go forward hand in hand.
Hand in hand
Our life is full of sunshine.
Full of sunshine
Music.
Flowers are blooming in Bindi.
Birds with wings spread their wings and fly.
Facing the storm of fighting on the Long March
Contribute youth and strength to the motherland
Ah.
Dear people, go forward hand in hand.
Hand in hand
Our life is full of sunshine.
Full of sunshine
Music.
The song of love is floating in the wind.
Our hearts fly far away.
Look forward to that beautiful revolutionary ideal.
Ah.
Dear people, go forward hand in hand.
Hand in hand
Our life is full of sunshine.
Full of sunshine
7. Poetry about a better life
I like the faint feeling, perhaps because of a melancholy? I don't know
I don't know whether I am happy or not.
I just like that faint feeling.
I like to see the faint green on the branches.
It is a symbol of life, it is the messenger of spring, and the faint light is better than the noisy purple.
I pursue subtle friendship.
To be friends, we don't have to meet often, and occasionally we say, "How are you?"
Light greetings spread like budding thoughts at this time, and a ray of warmth overflows your heart.
As the saying goes, a friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, but I don't know how much sincerity and tacit understanding a word "light" contains.
Love should also be weak.
And that faint smile. I like light water. I am very thirsty. Boiled water can quench thirst best.
It makes women more gentle and shy, and men more mature and generous.
It makes children more naive and beautiful.
Light skirts are very popular.
despise
But now
Because I miss you lightly.
That's why these vague words ...
Everything is faint.
Just a little light.
Past, present and future,
The picture of life is depicted tenderly.
Tears falling and smiles spreading.
With that weak blow
Walking in the crowd, there are always some girls, which make people keep looking back.
There is no dazzling red skirt wrapped in green, and the blue shirt and purple skirt flowing in the wind.
Only a youth and a naive.
A faint smile is very mellow.
When children meet strangers, they always hide behind adults and then quietly show half their faces.
A faint smile naturally emerges from the eyes and corners of the mouth.
When the teenager sent a bouquet of faint fragrant roses to the girl, he had already filled the girl's heart.
The brighter sky is high above.
No clouds, no bright blue eyes, just faint.
There is blue in gray, and blue contains gray.
That lingering faint smoke.
I like to hum "cherry red, banana green"
A trace of nostalgia ...
A person, just a quiet person.
Melt yourself in lingering fragrance and melodious music, open old photo albums and open dusty memories.
Remember you, you never need to remember, never forget.
This "light" leads to a lot of emotions, a lot of pain and helplessness.
Faint, always unforgettable. ...