Home is the bright moon in Li Bai's "Thinking of a Quiet Night", "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then looking back, I suddenly thought of home".
Home is Li Bai's sultry nocturne "Whose Yu Di flies in the dark and scatters into the spring breeze of Los Angeles" in "A Spring Night in Luoyang";
Home is the nocturne of "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship" in Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge.
Home is the nine ileum of Ma Zhiyuan's "Qiu Si" in which "the sun sets and heartbroken people are at the end of the world";
Home is Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou", "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?"
Home is my homesickness, but I look towards home. The twilight is boundless, and the river waves of the Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao are covered with a sad mist.
At home is Li Shangyin's "A Note to a friend in the North on a rainy night", "When I cut candles at the west window, I talk about the rain at night".
2. Famous sayings about spiritual harbor. Kind breath is always a sign of a person's noble heart. -Balzac's The Beginning of Life
The ocean is the widest in the world, the sky is wider than the ocean, and the human mind is wider than the sky.
-Hugo
Thought is not where it lives, but where it loves.
anonymous
To spread sunshine into other people's hearts, you must first have sunshine in your own heart.
-romain rolland
A kind heart is a garden, a good thought is a root, a good speech is a flower, and a good career is a fruit.
-English proverb
Nobleness and friendship, loyalty and courage-these are the four names of talent.
-Gee Duffy
Although we travel around the world looking for beauty, we can't find it unless it exists in our hearts.
Emerson
A great heart, like the ocean, will never freeze.
Berne
There is no noble appearance except a sincere heart.
-Ruskin
The noblest heart has the noblest satisfaction.
-Spinoza
Changing people's minds is more noble than conquering many countries.
-Damino
Your biggest enemy or best friend may be yourself.
-English proverb
It is better to watch out for yourself than others, and the worst enemy is hidden in your heart.
Spike
The best thing in the world is to have a few solemn friends with integrity in their minds and hearts.
-Einstein
Among all kinds of loneliness, people are most afraid of spiritual loneliness.
-Balzac
Beauty is the most direct thing that touches people. Beauty immediately permeates an inner joy and satisfaction in imagination.
Edison (USA)
3. The words used to describe the harbour are beautiful, charming, warm, safe and warm.
First, beauty
Explanation: it makes people feel happy; Beauty: the flowers. How solemn the mountains and rivers of the motherland are!
Quotations: Wei Wei's Who is the cutest person: "Their hearts are so beautiful and so broad!"
Second, charm.
Interpretation: intoxicating; Fascinating: scenery ~.
Quote: Ai Qing's poem "Written on Colored Paper": "Autumn is more beautiful and autumn night is more charming."
Third, warmth [w ē n nu m: n]
Explanation: It makes me feel warm. The care of the party won the hearts of the people in the disaster area.
Quote: Ba Jin's The Second Mother of Rags: "My aunt is an inhuman woman. Although I was raised by her, I never got warmth from her. "
Four. safe
Description: No danger; Free from threats; No accident: ~ operation. ~ zone。 Pay attention to the traffic
Quotations: Ba Jin's Commanding My Heart: "His clothes caught fire, so he put the old lady in a safe place and put out the fire on himself."
Verb (abbreviation of verb) is warm [wēn xιn]
Explanation: mild and fragrant; Warmth: Spring night. ~' s home
Quote: Grandpa Buffalo by the Dawn River by Jun Qing: "A warm and beautiful April night is especially quiet and charming."
4. Poetic years describing the Gulf: Wei and Jin Author: Cao Cao Title: Viewing the Sea Content: Jieshi Viewing the Sea in the East.
The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire. Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Wu Jun Title: Gift to Du Rongcheng Content: One swallow comes from the sea, and the other one goes to the hall to rest.
Once we met, we still knew each other. Ask me why I'm late. Mountains and rivers are straight.
The answer is that the sea is weak. Don't sew Luo's clothes, it's just beginning.
It's late summer, and the mulberry tree flies. Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Title: Wangjianglou Late. Content: Looking at the sky and the sky, the mountains are wide and long.
The city lights up around, and a galaxy sinks into the center of the water. On a sunny day, the wind blows against the old trees, rustling as if it were raining; On summer nights, the moon hangs all over the ground, just like autumn frost.
Can you cool off in Jianglou? It's much cooler than the military trade club school. Heron lodge-the mountain covers the day, the ring of the king, and the sea drains the golden river.
Go up a storey still higher, and look at the past thousands of miles away with a full moon-the moon is now full of the sea, Zhang Jiuling, and the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. In the autumn night, the fence will greet the cold at dawn-Lu you will go to the east of Wan Li River and enter the sea, and climb the skyscraper for 5 thousand meters.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year. The next stop on Beibao Mountain-under the green hill, Wang Wan and I, my boat, meandered along the green water.
On both sides of the tidal flat, there is no wind to stir my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. Long song and his party-Kwai are in the garden of Qingqing HanYuefu, waiting for the morning sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of Kunhuanghua will wither.
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.
5. Quay Poetry Modern Quay Poetry Part I: Quay
I came this afternoon.
Docks separated by 18 years.
The river is warm as usual.
The river bank is only a little thinner.
I turn on the smallest scale.
Tighten the waist of my bucket
Step by step onto the dock
I stumbled unintentionally.
Moss seems to be playing tricks on me.
The revelation of this middle-aged robbery
At the moment of the pier, the sunset will soon set.
Sinking into the bottom of the river, my eyes didn't have time to sit down
The teenager in the dock turned around.
His silhouette, striding forward.
Chasing the hometown of sunset
Modern Wharf Poetry Part II: Wharf
I wandered on the foggy pier,
There is no one around,
This is my own dock.
Rain, rain in Mao Mao,
In the illusion, you hold your umbrella high,
Stand by and watch me
Hold out your hand,
Touch the gentle beard on your lips,
What I feel is cold raindrops!
Take back your stiff arm,
Tears welled up in my eyes,
Tears and rain fell on the ground.
At this time of the year,
Your back disappears in the cold rain,
My thoughts begin with tears.
The third modern poem describing the pier: Missing on the pier
A yearning is called the south.
Another yearning is called the north.
This round-trip process
Tired for a thousand years
Also hold the return ticket tightly.
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think
The look of the next hug
Use all your strength.
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Bored pier
It's lonely in the south, too
It's lonely in the north, too
From the moment of departure
It is destined that this pier is the only one left together.
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think
Next time I come back,
Want to hold your hand?
A modern poem describing the dock Part IV: You are the port and I am the ship.
Autumn is coming,
Yellow leaves cover the earth,
On the quiet path,
Some people just walk slowly on the quiet steps.
You need withered yellow leaves,
Lost her usual beauty.
But I will smear the juice of green leaves on you to make you reborn.
You're like a port built where I need it,
When I am tired, I hope I can stop at your shore.
Sometimes I am like a drifting boat, floating on the sea alone.
Finally, one day, when you showed up, my parking lot,
From now on, I am no longer lonely,
Because of your company.
You are the port, I am the ship,
I hope we can always be each other's home.