Regarding the first sentence, he explained: "Burn me to ashes, my soul of the Han Dynasty, Tang Po, still haunts that land. Endless motherland, Youlong called her the mainland, the strong man called her Kyushu, and the hero called her Jianghu when he was in trouble.
All the dragons that walk above and rest below. There are thousands of years of unfinished history, and thousands of years of culture seems to be insufficient ... For many years, I have been shouting in poems and whispering about China, which is nothing more than a yearning for myself.
Otherwise, you will really be scared out of your wits and be swept away by the western tide. "Among them, Qu Yuan's soul, he has repeatedly whispered in his own poems.
2. Poems about summer and winter Poems about summer:
1, Koike
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
2. Tianjin Sasha
Yuan Dynasty: Baipu
Clouds collect rain and add waves, buildings are high and water-cooled and melons are sweet, and trees are shaded and eaves are painted.
In the mosquito net in the tent, there is a girl, wearing thin silk and holding Fan Luo, quietly enjoying the pleasant summer time.
3, yat sen villa
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
A person lives in seclusion, overlooking the city, spring is gone, summer is clear. The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny.
Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice. Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again.
Poems about winter:
Jiang Xue 1
Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
2. Xuemei No.1
Song Dynasty: Lu Meipo
For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
3. Early winter
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
In October, the south of the Yangtze River is sunny and cold as spring flowers.
Frost doesn't kill grass, but desert sand dries at first.
Old zhe leaves are as yellow as tender trees, and cold cherry branches are as white as wild flowers.
At this time, I envy idle people drunk, and there is no reason for five horses to enter the restaurant.
Jiang Xue's translation:
It is sunny in October in the south of the Yangtze River, and the scenery in winter is as lovely as that in spring.
Frost didn't freeze the grass to death, but the sun dried the earth.
Although the leaves of the old Zheshu tree are yellow, they are still like new ones.
At this time, I only envy the drinker's leisure and walk into the restaurant unconsciously.
Don't forget national humiliation! !
1, a truly great, proud and brave nation, would rather face the disaster of any war than gain humble prosperity at the expense of national dignity.
West Roosevelt
The brave are angry and draw their swords at the strong; Timid people are angry, but they draw their swords at the weak people. There must be many heroes staring at children in a hopeless nation. These pimps.
Lu Xun
3. War often happens because of playing with dangerous words and arousing the enthusiasm of the nation.
Zweig
4. A nation is not promising, not because there are too many women in number, but because the quality of men is too poor.
liang xiaosheng
5. A person who loses self-esteem is an unproductive individual; A nation that has lost its self-esteem is a hopeless nation.
Chen Zufen
6. Heroism is still too empty, and Shan Xin shines forever. I have never served my country in my life. I left it to my loyal soul.
Yang Jisheng
7. In life, we should save the difficulties in the current situation in order to realize our ambitions. How can I spend my life for household chores such as daily necessities?
Qiu Jin,
For the liberation of class and nation, for the success of the party's cause, I have no desire for that gorgeous building, and I would rather live in a simple and humid hut; I don't want delicious western food, I'd rather swallow it and chew corn and vegetable roots; Spring bed, not a very comfortable and soft person, would rather sleep in a pigsty like a kennel!
fang zhimin
9. It is very important that the lofty words and lofty ideals about the motherland cannot be turned into loud and empty words in our students' consciousness, and cannot be eclipsed and unremarkable because of repeated repetition. Let children not talk about lofty ideals, let these ideals exist in the passion of young hearts, in the excited emotions and actions, and in the spirit of love and hate, loyalty and uncompromising.
Suhomlinski
10. Burn me to ashes, my soul of the Han Dynasty, Tang Po, still haunts that thick soil. Wandering dragons call her "the mainland", brave climbers call her "Kyushu", and lonely heroes call her "Jianghu".
Yu Guangzhong.
1 1, millions of people who rush to life can never eat leftovers from foreign banquets.
Love and give your life.
Burn me to ashes, and my soul of the Tang Dynasty will haunt the earth. Where do you say this poem is? Yes, every sentence was written by Yu Guangzhong, but not in a poem, but scattered in his poems, essays and inscriptions. It may be that all the beautiful things have been arranged into "a poem".
Burn me to ashes, and my soul, Tang Po, still lingers in the thick soil. Endless motherland, Youlong called her the mainland, the strong man called her Kyushu, and the hero called her Jianghu when he was in trouble. -This passage is taken from Yu's essay "From Mother to an Affair".
In Sichuan, the writer Liu Shahe gave him a folding fan and asked him not to think about Shu Happy? He wrote an inscription: thinking about Shu but not being happy. There is also a touch of homesickness between calligraphy and painting.
Jialing river water, Bashan wild wind
Turning around, the wind blows black hair.
Look back and come back with snow.
This is over there. I can't find it.
5. The Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's poem "Qingming" recalls: "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. Song "On the Way to Cold Food" (Tang): "Cold food is impromptu, and it is already on the way to the end of spring.
Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people. The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.
In the old garden, wicker is new day and night. Sun Qingming (Tang): "Qingming in late spring, I look down on Beishan.
Flirting fires a new flame, and tung flowers grow old branches. Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends.
Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers. "Wei Wuying" The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival "(Tang Dynasty)" Cold food is sickly, but easy to relax.
I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year. "Wei Zhuang's Chang 'an Qingming Festival (Tang Dynasty)" Fleas hurt spring dreams, and the grass is more sandy when it rains.
At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and I was given a free share of the money. The purple stranger is screaming and screaming, and the green poplar is drawing a swing.
Tourists think of the peace incident and feel glad that the scenery is as good as before. "Bai Juyi's" Cold Food Wild Hope "crows and magpies are noisy and faint trees, and who cries in Qingming cold food.
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green. Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return. Luo Yin's "Journey to Qujiang on Qingming Day" is an old tour between Jun and Tiansu. I have to prepare for it.
For two years, I have been isolated from the grave and have a sad face all day. Seagulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot flowers are suspicious and accompanied by people's worries.
Widows and young children should eat cold food and look at Jiangling with tears. 1 Zhang Ji's "Deer Gate Things" The tiller calls for love boats, and the spring grass is green and boundless.
Try going to Wumen to see the county outline. There are some new cigarettes in Qingming. Tomb-Sweeping Day by Gao Jujian, a poet in the Song Dynasty: "There are many tombs in the north and south hills, but Tomb-Sweeping Day is different.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and blood and tears are dyed into red azaleas. At dusk, the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, before the children laugh at the lights, there is wine to drink in life, and a drop does not reach Jiuquan. "
Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi": "Ten years of life and death, ambiguous, without thinking, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. "Su Shi's" Jiangchengzi "is incredible and unforgettable for ten years.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling. Huang Tingjian's Tomb-Sweeping Day: "Peach and plum laugh at the festival, and Noda is sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum. "High-impedance Qingming Festival" (Song Dynasty) "There are many fields in the tombs of the north and south hills, and the Qingming is different.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop. "Yang Wanli's" Cold Food Burial "goes straight to the doctor, and the bridge risk can be avoided.
The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.
Pear blossoms are cold food, and the season is only sad. In the Ming Dynasty, Gao Qi wrote "Send Chen Xiucai back to the Tomb of Shazhong Province": "When you return home after the chaos, you can mourn with blood and tears.
In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations. "Tomb-Sweeping Day's fourteen poems, one of which is the spring rain, the apricot blossoms are wet, and the mountains are withered and willows are slanting. Dongfeng explained my intention and sent you home.
Second, Chun Yu is heartbroken and has no intention of looking for his hometown. Fang envies flying flowers to go with the wind, and the end of the world is everywhere.
The third dynasty listens to the drizzle and moistens the door, and sends spring back once a year. However, the long strips were covered, and acacia began to turn into dust.
Its four faint reds are covered with rain, which only blurs fatigue. I feel sad and rogue, and believe in the Qingming heartbroken period.
Fifth, I see the drooping eyes of Xinliu, and I suspect that you are escaping from the shadows and stepping on the wind. Looking back at the snow, I can't catch up.
Its six winds blow apricots and dance lightly, arousing thousands of worries. Doubtful days can also relieve hatred and pain, and tears are full of clarity.
Seventh, last night, listening to spring worries, the weather in Chuqing made me cry. The fragrant season is clear, and all kinds of brightness are also melancholy.
3. Eighth, put wine on Qingming Festival, and forget your worries about enjoying the spring flowers. Who wants to lean against the railing, the cheers are still not close to the building.
Ninth, Tomb-Sweeping Day is full of apricot blossoms, and poetry and wine welcome the spring. Leaning against the spring rain, I cry for you by the window.
The tenth is to stir up the spring breeze, stir up apricot blossoms, and destroy qingfen to the horizon. It seems like the day you left, mourning for your soul, and the rain crying for quicksand.
Eleven, the new warbler chaotic willow smoke is low, and the spring rain is heartbroken. How can you feel sad and helpless when you steal tears from a song by Song Jun?
Its twelve pink apricots are tender and fresh, and the Qingming spring rain invades each other. Half washed, the sky is clear as blue, and half washed with residual tears.
Thirteenth, I may miss the end of the world, and the sky will pity me with tears. Half a garden is full of new apricots and rain, sending all the Qingming people away.
Fourteen spring rains are full of apricot blossoms, and the memory is still resentful of hookah. Lotus Zigui weeping blood, not mourning for home, not mourning for king.
Pour out your heart and sweep away Kun, and the bouquet will chase after the human kindness. How much do you know about Zhang Xuanqiao's Tomb-Sweeping Day Thought? It rains a lot during the plum blossom period.
Han Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave-sweeping made Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave-sweeping lively, and people also felt sad in the solitary grave. In the graveyard, bloom was in tears.
Burn paper, whip, scare plants, light incense, light candles, and drink for parents. Every cold food ancestor sacrifice, Size's heart is immortal.
6. I believe many people are familiar with Yu Guangzhong's Homesickness and can read the sadness in the poem. All cultures will precipitate into personality-Jung's landlord's problem is really wide. Your series of summaries can be summarized by Yu Guangzhong's original words. The three-dimensional space of modern poetry may be a sense of history in the vertical direction, a sense of geography in the horizontal direction, and a sense of reality at the crossroads. I refuse to enter the unique time and space of the nation. Generally speaking, it's just an escape beyond time and space. Modern poetry used to be too abstract. The sentence "introduction" is not clear. I'll find you some information: although the north is not my hometown, it was sent by the soul of Han and the soul of Tang, which was cultivated by the ancestors of my ancestors. Broadly speaking, it has long been the ancient capital of the whole nation's homeland, so there is no need to haggle over every ounce and trace back to whose genealogy. The so-called homesickness is not tied to the original geography, nationality, history and culture. I'm afraid it will only stay at the level of hometown association. Tangpo, the true son of China, is the soul of the Han Dynasty, and her homesickness permeates the warp and weft of history and culture, and is with the fate of this nation. Regional homesickness should be multiplied by the vicissitudes of time to have depth, which is a suitable theme for poetry. A scholar's homesickness is to add space, time and cultural memory. This homesickness is three-dimensional. The homesickness and yearning for children of middle-aged people are not only in space, but also in time. It is not only the mother of that continent, but more importantly, it is everything that happens on that continent. The meaning of land is enriched by history ... The whole continent is an open-air giant museum, which is a stage for people to go to Taiwan Province. Although the role is over, the voice still exists.