Poetry about wine glasses 1. Poetry about wine glasses
Forever tumbler (poetry)
Zhao diansong
When I was a child, there was a toy called a tumbler.
Overthrow your body, let go, and you will sit still again.
It does not distinguish between young and old, nor does it talk about adultery.
Always smiling.
It can tuck in its abdomen and stand upright on its back.
Everyone is always welcome.
This is an image that everyone can love.
This is the proof that it has not disappeared through the ages.
In modern society, there is an official called a tumbler.
Human rights are manifested without relying on benevolence and righteousness, and power and money transactions are specialized.
He is good at boasting.
Always put your eyes on the top.
His ass is so bumpy that his neck is twisted.
It's getting better all the time and climbing.
This is the reason why people are tired and wobbly.
This is a moth that eats buildings with the development of society.
Flat glass, flat glass
Whether it belongs to toys or authority.
Since society exists,
People will take what they need and do what they can.
Flat glass, flat glass
Whether it belongs to enjoyment or use.
Since social circulation
There are always rewards and punishments in history.
2. Poems about wine glasses
When Zhao Diansong was a child, there was a toy called a tumbler. When he leans over and lets go, Bai will sit still by himself. It doesn't care about young and old, and always smiles everywhere. It can be put in his stomach. Du's waist is always welcome. This is an image that everyone loves to fall down. This is the proof that it has not disappeared since ancient times. In modern society, there is an official named Zhi, who told the tumbler not to show human rights by virtue of righteousness. He is good at boasting about money and power transactions. His ass is always at the peak, and the twisted neck of the knife is always good and climbing. This is why people are tired of swinging and don't fall down. This is the moth-eating tumbler in social development. Since society exists, people have the right to take what they need and do what they can. Since the history of social circulation, there have always been rewards and punishments.
3. What are the good poems describing the "tumbler spirit"?
1. Song of Songs Chen Yi
The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight. You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting.
2. Song Song (Song) Wu Hao
The ancients have long cherished people's hearts and planted roads loosely until now.
If we can plant more plants today, we will see the eternal shade.
3. Song Yong (Qing) Lu Huixin
Thin stone cold plum * * * neighbors, slim and unchanged all the year round. You know, cream is not in the busy line.
4. loose
Tang Cheng Yanxiong
The reputation and worth of doctors have been heard from ancient times and modern times, and they stand out from the crowd.
It will be said that Lingtou is idle, and there are still a few clouds hanging in the sunset.
5. Komatsu
Don Du Xunhe
When pine trees were young, they grew in deep, deep grass and could not be seen. Now they are found to be much taller than weeds.
Those trees that don't recognize that they can soar into the sky, until it enters the sky, people say it is tall.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face! -Li Bai
7. A thousand hammers cut out a deep mountain, and the fire burns idle. Not afraid of broken bones, leaving innocence in the world. -Yu Qian's Ode to a Lime
8. Jiangdong's children are brilliant and talented, and it is unknown that they will make a comeback.
9. Insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are broken.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. -"Bamboo Stone" Zheng Banqiao (Qing)
10. I laughed from the horizontal knife to the sky, leaving my liver and gallbladder dry. -Tan Sitong's The Wall of Prison
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. -Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass
The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. -"Caution, Virtue and Diligence"