If you care about something in your heart, your life will become strong. This kind of concern is like reinforced concrete supporting tall buildings, like 200 skeletons supporting the stalwart body, which makes life and mind rely on it. And the heart, only with reliance, will be warm; Only by relying on it will there be peace; Only by relying on it will it be strong; Only rely on, will be happy!
3. How can I walk more steadily and straightly? ?
4. We are still kind. When the dust around us fills our hearts, we wave to wipe it off, but we have to endure the unbearable pain inside. Young and ignorant, don't understand the rules of the adult world.
We shouldn't be sad about it forever. Imagine if it weren't for the pain?
6. I can't forget the pain, difficulty and length of the first sewing. Then, the second time, the third time ... no longer long, no longer painful. Nowadays, it seems to be more ordinary, casual and simple.
7. Life is not easy, life is not easy, life is not easy. Then, if we are not strong, who will show our cowardice to?
8. Sorrow is like a budding seed, and the delicate palm is covered with the nerves of the body. It is also like a chain, which binds the soul and makes it have nowhere to escape.
9, people, always have a sustenance, always have a dream, always have expectations to live in peace of mind, moist, calm, unyielding. When a heart is immersed in indifference, numbness, ignorance and separation, how it groans, struggles and seeks. Yes, I'm still looking for it. This cold heart is swaying in the storm of the world, and I'm still looking for others' understanding, recognition, appreciation and care.
10, calm eyes, faint smile, always showing our strength, but who knows, behind the strength is a broken heart, like the sunset after dusk, so beautiful.
1 1, the existence of those bumps is just a foreshadowing.
12, no surprise, no pain, no tears. There is only peace, an incomprehensible but extraordinary peace. That kind of feeling is just like that song: you can't feel anything when you die. So familiar.
13 suddenly, I heard a sound, crisp, harsh and fragmented. Looking down, I see a broken heart.
14, darkness is endless forever. Swallowing the existing temperature with cold, that kind of helplessness is not easily stopped by those high walls. That helplessness is like darkness itself, endless fear.
15, when we wake up from fairy tales, we pretend to be strong, lonely and indifferent to the world. The poverty of family background and the pressure of further education spur our hearts, no matter how muddy and bumpy the road ahead is.
16, when the soul is strong enough, we will find that the pain of falling is inevitable.
17, when the feeling of loneliness crept into my heart with the night, how this feeling bit and tortured a helpless soul! The night is long. Where is the dawn?
18, the heavy air is stuffy in the heart, like ink dripping on paper, and there is no way to get rid of it.
19, the sympathy of others is pity, and the tears of relatives are not edible. In the end, we still hold up our own sky, and our own way is to continue kneeling.
20. When you are tired, change your hands, connect the sensitive nerves on your face with the cold, breathe slowly with your cold fingertips, and take away the warmth of your cheeks.
2. The complete collection of sad poems: 1, tearful eyes asking for flowers without words, flying red over the swing.
2. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
3, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
4, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
6. The belt is getting wider and wider. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
8. Holding hands and looking at tears, I sobbed silently, thinking and thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy.
9. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
10, how much sadness can there be, just like a river flowing eastward.
1 1 But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords.
12, I heard that Shuangxi is not bad in spring, and I plan to do canoeing. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
13, three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him, it's late in the wind? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
14, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
15, if life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
16, a teacher reveals his real name, which is almost the same for thousands of years.
17, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time.
18, speechless and alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the deep courtyard.
19, I have long compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.
20. Yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
3. A good poem related to the bitterness behind strength is 1. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
From the Song Dynasty Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang"
Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history.
Explanation:
In retrospect, I experienced many hardships in my early years in the imperial examination, and now it has been four years since the end of the war. The national crisis is like catkins in the gale, and my life is ups and downs like duckweeds drifting without roots in the rain. I'm afraid of the fiasco on the beach, but I'm stuck in Yuan Lu in the ocean, and I've been alone ever since. Since ancient times, people have to die! If you can serve your country faithfully, you will still shine after your death and go down in history.
2, ten years to drive the sea cold, solitary minister here looking at Chen Luan.
Wangquetai in Qi Jiguang in Ming Dynasty.
Ten years away from Leng Hai, I look forward to it.
My heart is like the thick frost of thousands of mountains, and the autumn leaves are dyed red.
Explanation:
In the cold wave of the sea, I have dealt with the enemy for ten years; I stand here overlooking the Forbidden City in Beijing. My heart and blood, like thick frost, sprinkled on Wanling, Qian Shan, dyed the autumn leaves all over the mountain red.
3, who expected this life, the heart is in Tianshan, and the body is old.
From Song Luyou's Confessions When Wan Li Seeks a Hou.
Recalling that year, in order to find opportunities to make contributions, I went to Liangzhou, the border guard, alone. Now the military life of defending the frontier fortress can only appear in dreams, but I don't know where I am in dreams. Dust covered the old mink fur.
The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry. Who could have predicted in this life that the original intention was to leave the enemy in Tianshan Mountain, but now he is destined to die of old age in Cangzhou!
Explanation:
Recall that Pengcheng Wanli went to the border to defend Liangzhou in order to find opportunities to make contributions. Nowadays, the military life of guarding the frontier fortress can only appear in dreams, and I don't know where I am when I wake up. Dust covered the mink of the old expedition. Hu ren has not disappeared, his temples have been frosted in autumn, and his affectionate tears have flowed in vain. Who would have predicted in my life that I wanted to fight the enemy wholeheartedly in Tianshan Mountain, but now I am dying of old age in Cangzhou!
4, lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
From Lu You's Two Storms on November 4th in the Song Dynasty. The second part "
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
Explanation:
I lay flat in the lonely and desolate country, not feeling sorry for my situation, but thinking about defending the country. As the night drew to a close, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I rode an armored war horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
5, if you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you must be willing to decline and cherish your old age.
From Han Yu's "Moving Left to the Orchid Crown to Show Grandnephew's Neck" in Tang Dynasty
A letter is typed in the sky, and eight thousand in Chaozhou Road in the evening. If you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old!
Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress. Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river.
Explanation:
In the morning, I gave an admonition to the emperor, and in the evening I was banished to Chaozhou, which is far away. If you want to get rid of harmful things for the emperor, you can't spare the rest of your life because of aging. Looking back at Chang 'an, I can only see Zhong Nanshan separated by clouds. Where is home? Suddenly, the blue pass was blocked by heavy snow, and even the horse hesitated. I know you've come a long way, and you should know that I'm unlucky here. I just collected my bones by the miasma-filled river in Chaozhou.
4. Sad inspirational poems Sad inspirational poems:
1, a strong woman in business doesn't know how to hate her country, but she still sings backyard flowers across the river. -Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai
2, only the battlefield where they died for their country, why did they still wear boots when they died? -Xu Xilin's "Plug"
3. If history overthrew the State of Wu, who would be the dead of the State of Yue? -Luo Yin's Beauty
4, a thousand years of shame, a heart to the son of heaven. -Lu You's A Trip to Jin Cuodao
5, a broken state of Fucha, gone forever. -Li Bai's History of Xi
6, the ancients learned nothing, suitable for all ages. -Lu You reads books on winter nights and shows them to children.
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring
8, physical death, gods, souls are ghosts. -Qu Yuan's "National Mourning"