Take a toilet for example, how beautiful it is in ordinary words. To compare famous flowers.
It's not easy to be afraid of being laughed at. Think about it carefully, this is a wonderful flower, just dark red and plain.
Passionate like this, occupying the world, charming. You should believe that the painting hall is embroidered with pavilions, the moon is bright and the wind is cool, and you can't bear to neglect time.
From ancient times to the present, there are very few beautiful women and talented people. Stay together.
If I don't get it, pity my versatility. May grandma Lanren be kind-hearted and show more profound meaning under the pillow order.
For the oath. I will never be lonely again in my life.
2, "Dai Xiao's descendants send Weng Weng" (Song Kong Zhong Ping) Dad came to Mizhou and got two sons at the age of two. Teeth are beautiful and thick. Zheng Zheng has teeth, too.
Weng Weng hasn't seen it yet, but he wants to be happy when he sees it. Sun Guang read many books and wrote two pieces of paper.
With the spirit of three or three legs, Jin Kui can walk. Although Weng Weng knows each other, his tricks are different.
Whenever we want to get together, let Luo Bei kneel down. Mother-in-law is on the chariot, and Weng Weng is in the province.
Old woman, how about sleeping and eating? Dad and grandma miss each other very much every day. Every season is good, still drinking delicious food. Yesterday, the furnace was turned on again, and the north wind started for several days.
Quench thirst by drinking poison and sail a thousand miles. 3. The Book of Rivers and Channels (Modern Chen Dawei) There is no blank landscape in our village, but the image of rice is a metaphor of sweat.
Stable vocabulary flies gather in this father's death, and the land provides dreams and locks grandma's dreams. Angular dreams are buried in the west bank of the river and ground into resigned goose eggs with other dead people.
The canal still doesn't give up calling. Let's go, but I have become another sweet potato bitten by the earth. We are all buffaloes destined to farm, so you might as well pay more attention to who is wandering around the school.
4. Whose guest is "He Xinlang" (Wei Song Liao Weng)? Sighing about life is easy to leave, but also rare.
Ten years of dreaming of the provincial hall, a glance is like yesterday. The wind is uncertain and the clouds are urgent.
I have no intention of seeking wealth, but I also know that it is impossible to force wealth. Give it back to me, rabbit garden policy.
Who knows Curtin flute? To the ends of the earth, I still understand the true colors of Chang 'an.
It's my fault. Grandma is so old-fashioned that she is already watching Zhu. But remember, Huang Shang once knew.
Thank you for your hospitality. May you be as healthy as you are today. Send the son to the sky.
5. Nian Nu Jiao (Liu Yi Ke Zhuang) took off his shirt and went down to the shed, laughing at Guo Lang's long sleeves. There is no treasure in Xiaocao Temple, so why keep it?
Yellow milk lamp, green slave blows couch, don't let him peach willow. When the guest came to ask, the Weng lay high and shook his head.
As if in Ceng Zi, houses are full of commercial songs and clothes are endless. If chaos teaches Hugh to chisel his head, he will understand his life through skilled experience.
Uncle Wen's old friends, some Chinese, lost to Yang Qiu. Life is like mail, the only thing you care about is wine.
6. Xie Peiling (Song Anonymous) has a straight face. Steep and handsome.
Eyebrows are long, eyes are at the temple. The nasal sound is rumbling, the mouth is small and the tongue is soft.
Ear crib, ruddy. Items like jade, hair like clouds.
Eyebrows are sharp and hands grow quickly. Sweet milk, thin waist and tight feet.
Those children, not to mention asking. 7, "Spring is bursting" (Bai Yuan people are blessed) has never been a good thing, and it has been bittersweet since ancient times.
The nurse pressed the clamp tightly and tightly. The more obstacles, the more I feel! 8, "Spring Grass" (Yuan Yang Weizhen) should be male flowers, spring grass, grass reports spring, and leaves are good flowers.
Bloom is full of green flowers, and bloom's life is short. The wind rolled up and the grass was like hemp.
Excuse me, Chuncao, whose house is floating? Outside Horeb, on every mountain, please ask Mammy to come to the stage.
It is advisable for male grass to draw flowers with blood, and the blood on the flowers cannot be extinguished. 9. The practice of "teaching four poems" (modern Lu Xun) is not self-defeating, but more than forty years.
Why not gamble on fat head and resist dialectics? Poor Vega became Malang's wife.
Black magpie can't doubt, all the way to milk. There is literature in the world, and girls have many hips.
Chicken soup replaces pork, and the door is hidden in the north. Famous people choose novels, and the entry cloud is limited.
Although there are binoculars, it doesn't help myopia. 10, inscription by Yang Chunqu (Bai Yuan Pu) Lighten the worries of reading, and carefully fold the silver letterhead to write the word hate.
I am sorry that I am not used to hurting Acacia, but you will give me a word of praise. The clouds on the temples are lazy and loose, and the powder powder has no intention of reducing the jade capacity.
After years of embroidery, I feel redundant and bored on the screen. Idle gold thread without heart, lazy to drink nectar and cold jade pot.
Cai Lang left, sighed, sighed, and there seemed to be tears on his face. Good things are never born frugal. Since ancient times, melons are bitter and sweet.
The nurse pressed the pliers tightly and strictly, and the more she resisted, the more emotional she became. Laughter will cover the silver candle with black tea, but I won't let go of reading at night.
Hug each other, have fun, but can't stop again and again, what to do. In your busy schedule, your shoes look like shoes. You are lonely and cold.
Hold on to the abominable mother, not only for the dowry, but also for the memory.
2. What poems describe grandma? 1. It's so hard. Let me tell you from the beginning.
2. Less hair, cold top door, sour head and cool wind.
Really uncomfortable, color change, life and death are in sight.
My feet are numb and my legs are sore. It is really difficult to move, sit and lie down.
All relatives and friends, old and young, are annoyed, and all children and grandchildren are disrespectful.
6. My teeth are gone again, my mouth is watering, and hard things are hard to chew and swallow.
7. Nose leakage, such as pus and drooling, often flows to the chest.
8. Young people, laugh at us and call me stupid.
9. It's hard to get old, and it's hard to get old. Teenagers should not think of old people.
10. It's annoying to mention and forget.
1 1. The bird is blindfolded and looks sticky, and its nose and tears are often wiped off.
12. Deafness makes it difficult to talk with others, and it is also annoying to interfere with others.
13. If you don't bite well, you will choke and get stuck in your throat for a long time.
14. Old and bitter, endless, a kind-hearted gentleman will carefully participate in it.
15. Everyone hates small bowls of rice, and there are too many guests at the table.
All from Du Mu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty.
Du Mu (A.D. 803- 852), a Chinese character, is the grandson of Prime Minister Du You and the son of Du You. No, Fan Chuan, a layman, was an outstanding poet and essayist in the late Tang Dynasty, especially famous for his seven-character quatrains. Later generations called him "Xiao Du". Unlike Du Fu, he was also called "Du Xiaoli" with Li Shangyin. He was later called "Du Fanchuan" because he lived in South Fan Chuan Villa in Chang 'an in his later years.
3. Poems about Grandma
Sit by the old threshold
That dim light
Indifferent.
In another painful silence
Like a withered leaf.
The distance between the treetops and the earth.
Drift and fall slowly
This short and long process
There is an old man wandering around.
The hardest way home in my life.
Grandma carved it on her face.
Deep lines are like
Tell yourself
When I was young,
A lonely place
Suffer a lifetime of suffering
With silver hair, I die.
Twinkling lights in the years
Go to sleep in tears at midnight.
Looking at the night, Long song was deeply grieved.
have gone through all kinds of hardships and difficulties
Struggle, pain and desolation
Squeeze time into a barren pot and spoon.
A whole broken family
When the memory is dark, the tears run out.
Decades of fate seems to be a moment in a dream.
The years are about to be revealed.
The ultimate transformation of fate
(paternal) grandmother
In the boring dusk light
Whisper alone
It seems to admit the unforgivable crime in this life.
Just like I prayed before I died.
The joy of children and grandchildren is endless.
Old hearts are empty.
Quiet pond
Convey lingering moans to the living world.
Go to the realm of enlightenment.
Reach a transcendental state
Never-ending spiritual peak
Granny!
Your pain and tolerance are complete
There is a blood in this family.
The once vast sea.
Now it's as quiet as water.
4. Put a bucket of * * * grandma's poems 1000, and read 70 in three years. -Bai Juyi
Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old. -Du Fu
Beauty is broken before she is old, and she leans on the smoke cage until dawn. -Bai Juyi
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. -Xin Qiji
When people are old, they don't know the beauty of flowers, but only feel that the wine leaves a lot of chaos. -Wei Zhuang.
Except at night, give a small chapter to wine.
Song Chen Shidao
What do you care if you're late? The guest in front of the lamp is not empty.
In the troubled half life, there is nothing in the dream.
Short worries make you white, and bad faces are red with wine.
I sing and dance, so do I.
I am a teenager, Xin Qiji.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. -He's Zhang Zhi.
Sushi Zongbi
Silent Dongpo is a sick man, and his white beard is full of frost.
Children mistakenly like Zhu Yan, but when they smile, they know it's burgundy.
Sushi Zongbi
Silent Dongpo is a sick man, and his white beard is full of frost.
Children mistakenly like Zhu Yan, but when they smile, they know it's burgundy.
Ten years of life, duckweed, white head meets tears. -Wei Zhuang.
Don't say that life is less than five, and the water in front of the door can still flow westward. Don't sing white-haired yellow chicken. -Su Shi
5. The poem about grandma is 1. I am old and people are old. Young people, young people, young people. The world is in your hands. -Mencius
2. Lian Po is old and can still eat. Whether the sunset is infinitely good is buried by the coming night. Poems about old people
3. What do you care if you are late? The guest in front of the lamp is not empty. In the troubled half life, there is nothing in the dream.
4, the hair is short and white, blushing. I sing and dance, so do I.
5. I said juvenile madness-Xin Qiji.
6. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. -He's Zhang Zhi.
7. The silent Dongpo is a sick man with a white beard full of frost. Children mistakenly like Zhu Yan, but when they smile, they know it's burgundy.
8, ten years of life, duckweed, white head meets tears. -Wei Zhuang.
9. There are few people in life, and the flowing water in front of the door can still move westward. Don't sing white-haired yellow chicken. -Su Shi
10, * * * put a barrel 1000, 70 is three years short. -Bai Juyi
1 1, common alcohol debt, 70 years old. -Du Fu
12, the beauty is broken before she gets old, and she lives alone in the smoking cage until dawn. -Bai Juyi
13, drunk, Wu Yinxiang good, white hair embarrassed. -Xin Qiji
14, I don't know how to spend money when I am old, but I feel passionate about wine. -Wei Zhuang.
15, the support of the dutiful son is also happy, not against his will. A poem about the old man-The Book of Rites
16, there are three kinds of filial piety: great respect for relatives, followed by humiliation and support under them. -Book of Rites
17, parents used to be filial, and a filial piety is a good boy; Aunt Weng can be filial, but she falls on filial piety and morality. From "Persuade to repay kindness".
18. Disciples are filial when they enter, and younger brothers are younger when they leave.
19, The Analects? Study first.
20, parents call, should not be slow; Parents' orders, do not be lazy.
2 1, from (Qing) Li Yuxiu's Brothers.
22, the year of parents, you must know. One is joy and the other is fear. -The Analects of Confucius
23, Meng Wenxiao, Confucius said: "Parents only worry about illness." -"The Analects of Confucius is Politics"
24. Parents love and love, and parents respect and respect. -Confucius
25, young and orderly. -Mencius
26, dutiful son, the greatest respect for loved ones. -Mencius
27. I am old and people are old;
28. Young people are young, and so are people.
29. A gentleman has three pleasures, and the king of the world does not exist. Parents exist, brothers have no chance, and they are happy; Yang is worthy of the sky, regardless of people, but also happy; It is three pleasures to be educated by talents in the world. A gentleman has three pleasures, and the king of the world does not exist. -Mencius
30, the so-called unfilial five, lazy four, regardless of parental support, one is unfilial; Boyi likes drinking, regardless of his parents' support, and is unfilial; Good wealth, private wife regardless of parental support, three unfilial; From the desire for eyes and ears, I thought that my parents were killed and four were unfilial; Brave and heartless, endangering parents, unfilial. -Mencius
3 1, without father or gentleman, is an animal. -Mencius
32. Good and evil are inseparable. If life is not easy, if beauty and evil are immovable. -Lv Chunqiu
33. Filial sons don't flatter their relatives, loyal ministers don't flatter their princes, and courtiers prosper. -Zhuangzi
34. People who are close to their relatives will settle down at will and be filial. -Zhuangzi
35, the elderly asked, don't bully; The order of the elders, don't be late; Older people give, but dare not return. -Zhou Bingqing
36, heavy wealth, thin parents, not the son of man. Zhu Bailu
6. What are the ancient poems about grandma?
The hut is decorated with simple stars, which is warm in Huaihua and cool in autumn.
Chuyang didn't wake up grandma, but it was fragrant in the dream and the rice was more fragrant;
Be caring and attentive, the friendship between grandparents and grandchildren touched the sky;
Work hard all your life, grow old together, and the bud of love grows sturdily and smells fragrant.
Think about grandma.
Grandma was admitted to the hospital due to illness, and her children and grandchildren came unexpectedly;
Because it is difficult to take care of his family, he has no choice but to go to his suburbs;
Think about your grandmother's support for your family, tears will flow and rain will rustle;
Even on the phone, it is difficult to chat with her face to face.
Mourn for my grandmother
The Spring Festival was supposed to be enjoyable, and it was frosty at midnight to send relatives;
Heaven and man are always separated by the stars, and ice tears break the soul;
Pima Dai Xiao cried in the morning breeze, and the loess groaned.
I hope that heaven will be prosperous, prosperous and happy.
Recall my grandmother.
During the Qingming Festival, the flowers are like brocade, and the soft wind and drizzle draw lines;
Firecrackers resounded through the sky, and incense lingered to remind people of their thoughts;
Thousands of miles away, Qingzang is stationed and the mountains are continuously blocked;
Unfilial children and grandchildren are always busy and unable to worship their ancestors.
Recall my grandmother.
one
The smoke in the vault attracted people's eyes,
A person smiles and thinks about things.
Suddenly I heard the children's language outside the door.
Anxious to ask Sun Gui?
two
I can't hear too much melancholy,
Don't smell worldly troubles.
Sit and watch new wood burn old wood,
The afterglow dissipated into sleepwalking.
Memories of grandma at night.
one
Therefore, the bed is old, the dream is old, and the memory is old.
The night wind blows, and the rain blows in Meng Han.
Who is knocking at the window?
A heartbreaking dream woke up and was heartbroken.
two
Recalling yesterday's foggy eyes,
Love and kindness have deep smiles.
Rain tonight, tears tonight,
The old man trembled in the soul of the lamp.
7. Praise grandma's poem: Qingpingle's life.
Year: Yuan
Author: Wei Chu
Type: word
Surrounded by pearls and green circles. Little is known about dust. A song "Xiao" The children are full of enthusiasm. There is no pipa singing. The silver cup is thin and flowing. At this time of year, the stream is sunny and snowy.
Title: Grandmother's birthday on Partridge Day.
Year: Yuan
Author: Liu Minzhong
Type: word
Green and cool, purple musk deer dust. Sunny, warm and fragrant. Flat peaches are held in Yaochi every day, and the temple fair in the year of Yugui is fragrant. Pan Yuefu, Meng Jialin. Celebrate your birthday with as much wine as you can. Kindness is reserved for clothes, and children and grandchildren are tireless.
Title: Jiang Chengzi is his grandmother's wife's 80th birthday.
Year: Yuan
Author: Wei Chu
Type: word
As fragrant as flower forehead powder. Put on some makeup. It seems to be true. Eighty romantic, all belong to Taiping people. A harp sealed with smoke for a long time, a bottle of water heated, and smoked with musk plums. The wine-roasted fairy was dizzy and slightly drunk. Dong tingchun. Divide it equally. Children's group garden, laughter and affection. Watch more blue tea dancing, singing, and little grandchildren.
Title: Shuilongyin celebrates the ninetieth birthday of his wife and grandmother.
Year: Yuan
Author: Wei Chu
Type: word
Jade peak is cold through the ages, and floating flowers and fine leaves are hard to match. Romantic, Xie Jialin radiant. Most concerned, I am afraid of wax when I am old, and I recommend it frequently. Laugh at the son of the world, knowing and doing, empty fragrance. Ashamed of carelessness, the golden cup is full of green and floating in spring. I hope that every year is approaching and I will win every year. A dragon song is also a good story. Listen to it first and then respect it. I haven't tried hard. I'll arrange the celebration in ten years.
Title: Taifu Life Insurance on Dianjiang Lips
Year: Yuan
Author: Wang Ji
Type: word
Yaochi mother, the dream returns to the air, revealing the green dawn. Everyone in the Sixth Hospital is well-behaved. Eyes full of children and grandchildren, a big country full of golden flowers. My head is like a treasure. Never heard of it. Laugh at Xihe Lao.
1. The weather is clear, the scenery is clear, the sky is clear, and the day is auspicious. I wish Ciling.
2. Roses are the flowers that send peony to Qinghe and auspicious days.
It was raining in summer when plum blossoms were in full bloom. Xuanhua called it full cloud.
4. Sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms the bright moon, and Jin Xuan calls it Qingyi Nishang.
5. Bao Wu Hui Lian Antarctic small board colorful dance Beitangchun
6. The spring breeze is blushing, which is about the descendants of the family's knee-assisted bed play
7. The yellow flowers should be in late autumn and early autumn, and the fruit will taste long when it returns to Gansu.
8. Tang Hui Mao Guikai performed a play in Yuedian District.
9. Honest, frugal and gentle IKEA is blessed, caring, sincere and long-lived.
10. It's gratifying to live in the past for a long time, or it was a sign 20 years ago.
8. What are the poems that praise grandma's life? Year: Yuan Author: Genre: Characters are surrounded by pearls and green flowers.
Little is known about dust. A song "Xiao"
The children are full of enthusiasm. There is no pipa singing.
The silver cup is thin and flowing. At this time of year, the stream is sunny and snowy.
The weather is fine and the scenery stretches. I wish Ciling a good day. Rose fragrance sends the clear moon, and peony is auspicious.
Plum blossoms are full of summer rain, which Xuanhua calls full of haze and kind clouds. Under the moon, osmanthus fragrance, Jin Xuan called it Qingyi.
Bao joined the Antarctic dawn, and the spotted clothes danced in the north hall in spring. Spring breeze talks about family and country and helps their children and grandchildren.
Yellow flowers will be late in autumn, and the fruit of admonition will grow fragrant. The Xuanmao Flower Hall glows with a brocade hat, and the Guikai Moon Hall dresses as a dress.
Blessed is the industrious and gentle IKEA, and its kindness and kindness are rewarded with a long life. Ten years later, it is gratifying to be kind and stay for a long time. After 20 years of pre-requisition, I will be blessed without borders.
To my dear grandma, you are an extraordinary woman in my grandma's grandson's heart. I respect you and love you. You are as generous as the yellow land in my hometown. My grandson is like a sorghum, deeply rooted in your land, listening to your teachings and carefully holding up the beacon of life. When I was a child, my grandson's playfulness turned into your happiness, your loyalty to marriage, your mother's love for children, and your persistent care for your sick husband, which made great achievements everywhere in this family. Your children have grown up, and your parents and grandchildren have grown up. Looking back, your grandchildren quietly cherish your love in their hearts and study in the distance. I always pray that my dear grandmother will live a long and healthy life forever, and her grandchildren will work harder to continue the truth, goodness and beauty of your life. Grandma wishes you all the best in your hometown. According to the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, the boss will run, the second will laugh, and grandpa will walk. Grandma's days are saturated with Huanglian's worries, and piles of hills are always curved. Like the northwest wind, sleeping children often shake their doors and listen to grandma's lullaby quietly. A pair of three-inch golden lotus flowers come and go in a hurry. The forehead of the field path is covered with wrinkles, the rolling sweat turns into a green ocean, and the waves set off stretch the locked brows. Grandma's smile is like a flower in a rice field, and the jujube garden behind the old house is slightly red. It is the thick thread that grandma prepared for the bride's wedding dress. Sunset carefully hid behind the mountain with an apron. Grandma's silver thread slipped silently through her fingers to welcome the bride of the second child. From then on, grandma's thin figure leaned against the entrance of the village and stared at the opposite hill. Tears in her eyes are like Sophora japonica wine brewed by WU GANG.