-Rousseau
● The ideal of life is for the ideal life.
If life deceives you,
Don't be sad, don't be impatient!
You need to keep calm in blue days;
Believe it, happy days will come. -"If Life Deceives You"
Live and work in peace, have plenty of food and clothing, and have a bright future. Sunshine avenue is happy, healthy, happy, happy, prosperous and happy together. From then on, happiness, family happiness, family reunion, more than a year, a successful career.
2. Poems that love life What are the poems that love life?
1, flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers. Du Qiuniang, clothes by the water.
2, such as cutting, such as grinding. ("The Book of Songs Feng Weiqi is proud")
3, the mountain is rising, and the scenery is stopping. ("The Book of Songs Xiaoya Che Xia")
4. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. ("The Book of Songs Xiaoya Cai Wei")
5, people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. (Su Shi)
6. Who knows that life is endless? The water in front of the door can still flow westward. Hugh will sing yellow chicken with white hair (Su Shi)
7, helpless, I seem to know the return of Yan. (Su Shi)
8. What a magnificent view Mount Tai is! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Stand up and give birth to Ceng Yun, and you will be a bird again. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. (Du Fu)
9. In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? . (Du Fu)
10, at dusk, officials arrested people at night. The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch. No matter how angry officials are, why do women cry! After listening to his wife's words: "Three people guarded Yecheng, one attached a book, and two died in battle. Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead! There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson. And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. Although an old woman is weak, please come back at night. I'm in a hurry to wait in the river, and I have to prepare breakfast. " The night is long and silent, like crying and choking. Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone. (Du Fu)
1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 / Kloc-0/ 1 10 Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the green trees and grasslands return in spring, the petals have shed tears, and the lonely birds have been singing their sorrows for more than half a year. They have been entangled in sadness from home, scratching their heads and thinking, and the more they scratch their white hair, they can hardly insert a hair. (Du Fu)
12, where is the hall of fame and fortune? In a pine forest near the Silk City. The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations. But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. (Du Fu)
13, good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. (Du Fu)
14, planting beans at the foot of Nanshan, the grass is covered with bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming)
15. In the morning, I will treat the garbage and take the Moon Lotus hoe home. (Tao Yuanming)
3. What poems about "savoring life slowly" are called "Returning to the Garden"?
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses;
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
Warm and distant people's village, smoke from a market in Iraq;
Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow.
The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
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Five Poems by Guiyuan Tian Ju (Ⅰ)
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses;
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
Warm and distant people's village, smoke from a market in Iraq;
Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow.
The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Five Poems by Guiyuan Tian Ju (Part Two)
There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the poor lanes;
This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complex market music, grass * * *;
When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.
The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide.
Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.
Five Poems by Guiyuan Tian Ju (Part Three)
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes;
The clothes are not enough, but the wishes are not violated!
Introduction to poetry
Returning to the Garden is a group of poems by Tao Yuanming, a writer in Jin and Song Dynasties, with five poems (one for six). The first poem, from the intense boredom of official life, describes the beautiful and moving rural scenery and comfortable and pleasant rural life, reveals a sense of relief and expresses the love for nature and freedom. The second poem deliberately describes the tranquility of rural life, describes a quiet and pure world in plain language, and shows the tranquility of the countryside and the author's calm mood. The third poem vividly describes the author's experience of working and living in the farmland, with a light and elegant style, full of the poet's happy mood and seclusion. In the fourth song, the writer personally participated in and loved labor, indicating that he did not reduce his interest in labor because of the hard work of going out early and returning late, but deepened his feelings for labor and strengthened his determination to make a living by farming. The fifth poem tells the story of the author's return from farming, expressing his happy and complacent mood, with mellow connotation and sincere feelings. The sixth poem tells about the poet's day's labor life, and finally reveals his labor experience and his intention to live in the field. At the end of the poem, the philosophers thought it was not Tao poetry, while Su Shi thought it was Tao poetry, and commented: "If Yuan and Ming poems are slow at first, they will have strange sentences if they are familiar." (See "Leng Zhai Shi")
Brief introduction of the author
Tao Yuanming (352 or 365-427), also known as "Jingjie", was born in Xunyang Chaisang (now Jiujiang City, Jiangxi Province). A great poet and poet at the end of Eastern Jin Dynasty and the beginning of Southern Song Dynasty. He served as Jiangzhou Wine Sacrifice, Jianwei Army, Zhenjun, and Pengze County Order, and the last official position was Pengze County Order. He left his post for more than 80 days and retired to the countryside. He is the first pastoral poet in China, and is known as the "School of Ancient and Modern Hermit Poetry", with a collection of Tao Yuanming.
4. Poetry yearning for a better life 1. Chai Lu by Wang Wei
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
2. Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei
The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
3. Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
4. Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. 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.
5. Wang Wei's "Farmers by the Wei River"
In the countryside where the sun is setting, 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.
6. Wang Jian's Tian Guxing
Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual. 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!
7. Zhang Ji's wild old songs
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. 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.
8. Nie Yi's "The Wounded Family"
Sell new silk in February and cut 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.
9. Wei's "Guan Tian Jia"
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Ding Zhuang 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.
10. Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei River"
In the countryside where the sun is setting, 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! .
1 1. Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring
Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating. 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.
12. Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable 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.
13. Home is tied to Wei
An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks. In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.
14. "Brother Cui Puyang is in front of the mountain" Wang Wei.
Good autumn, KuangJun idle pool. I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin. Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.
15. Qingxi Wang Wei
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
Modern Poetry about Life Life is like a white handkerchief. As long as you add a circle of elegant lace, life will become tasteful.
Ordinary plus a little special means that I am particularly ordinary.
Although there is no trace of my wings in the sky, I have flown.
Just walk there and don't stop to pick camellias to keep them fresh, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way.
You smiled slightly and said nothing to me. I think I've been waiting for this for a long time.
People can't express themselves in history, and struggle to show their sharp corners in history.
Maple leaves will turn red only after wind and frost, and people will become more mature and strong only after difficulties and obstacles.
I can't choose the best, but the best chose me.
The dry river bed does not thank him for his past.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
The mark of death endows life with the value of money, which enables it to buy real treasures with life.
1. Listen to a ballad about the end of time.
The time whizzing by my ears is bleak.
They stood at the end of the line of sight,
Wave goodbye in chronological order.
I really want to remember those smiling faces,
It's just I know
they
No match for time.
2、
Hide at a certain time
I missed the palmprint for a while.
Hide somewhere
Miss someone who is in the way.
People I care about
but
Where were you when I dreamed of you? . .
3、
Finger pointing
Time flows from one hand to the other.
Put your hands together, I want to save time.
It's just running water
The years passed.
Like lost youth.
4、
Fireflies in memory
Always haunting my dreams.
Refuse to leave
Rain of the Children
Wash away the innocent heart
No sadness
The footsteps of the years
The river ran away in a hurry.
Never Goin' Back
6. Poems describing daily life:
1. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene")
Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi's "Parting from Ancient Grass")
3. Pick chrysanthemums under the east fence and see Nanshan leisurely. (Tao Yuanming's drinking)
The eaves are long and clean without moss, and the flowers and trees are planted by hand. (Wang Anshi's "Mr. Shu Huyin's Wall")
We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")
6. I like children and hooligans best, lying on the stream peeling lotus flowers. (Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle-Village Residence")
7. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will burn with tears. (Li Shangyin's Untitled)
8. It is always spring that waits to see the east wind. (Zhu's Spring Day)
7. Poems about a better life in ancient poems describing life (the following is the beautiful pastoral life described by ancient poets for reference)
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.