2. Poetry about talent gathering
The poem about convergence is 1. What word is used to describe "convergence"?
Words describing "integration" are:
1. Luan Xiang Lu Xiang Feng Chu: The bird stopped in the tree. Luan birds are flying, and phoenixes are resting here in groups. Metaphor is the gathering of outstanding talents.
2. Have a soft spot. Qí ng y ǒ u dú zh! Ng: Bell: Convergence, concentration. Have a soft spot for sth.
3. the bell of love qíng zhēsuǒzhōng sōng: bell: convergence, concentration. Of infatuation, very focused.
4. Star Stream album xρxěng Liúyǐng jí: Collection: Meeting, Meeting. Like a meteor, shadows converge. Describe quick action.
5. dress convergence y: guà n fú cê u: dress: ancient literati wore crowns above class; Spokes: spokes gather. Gather in one place. Metaphor dignitaries gathered in one place.
2. The fusion of ancient poetry and prose
Raise a glass to dispel your worries "(Li Bai's poem). In Li Shangyin's poem Today, there is a poem about sadness. Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn": A new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather was old and the sun was setting, so there was no choice but to let the flowers fall, and the familiar Yan returned.
Young people wandering alone in the small garden fragrant path don't know the taste of sadness. They say they are worried about filling in new things and giving them strength. The west wind still shines, Han Jialing (Li Bai's Qin Yi E) is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the orchids are like towels.
Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"). The Chu people want to hear Yao's resentment. In the middle of the night in Xiaoxiang (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple looks for laurel seeds in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion looks at the tide on the pillow. When I revisit my old place (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"), I hate it when I think about it until I return.
In the Ming dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc") wanted to be at dusk. When they are bored and leaning against the door alone (Bodhisattva Man in the text), they are all there. When they were heartbroken, Bai Bozhou (A Dream in the South of the Yangtze River) had not come home, and they must be heartbroken when they got home (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man). Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Brothers"). Don't cry. Talk a lot (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son"), and you are still in love.
In retrospect, when I remembered the green silk dress, I felt sorry for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's Tea Son) and made a thousand wishes in front of the pillow. I want to have a rest and wait for Lan Qingshan to let her husband come back early, but I am deeply interested in looking back at Li Qingyun. Heritage is a double emerald.
Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi). He often gets sick and drinks before sunrise. It is sad to leave Zhu Yan thin in the mirror (how many tears there are in Feng Yansi's Magpie Tread, leaning on it (Jing Li's Spread Huanxisha). I don't have a taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry). How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's Young Beauty), you can't rely on the fence alone, and it is infinite. It's easy to see when it's difficult.
Spring water has come out, and the slave of heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") is hard to come out, so you can be merciful. (Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man) After the lonely people in other places dispersed, I looked at the residual smoke in a daze.
The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.
(Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") For my heart and yours, I knew I remembered each other deeply (Gu Wei's "Confessions"). When does the green grass stop? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian's "Yu Lou Chun"). Before, I was tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun). The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's Sumugai). Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people grow thousands of miles (Fan Zhongyan's "Forbidden City" tears have not yet arrived.
The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no intention to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"). When will Chunchun go back? Looking in the mirror at night hurts the scenery. In the later period of the past, there was no choice but to remember the flowers in the province (Zhang Xian's Fairy). As if I had met Yan and returned, the small garden incense trail wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"). I don't know if the bright moon will stay, but I will wear Zhu Hu (Yan Shu's butterfly lovers) to send a marker ruler. The mountains are long and the water is wide, and I don't know where (Yan Shu's) is. "
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. (Song Qi's "Jade Home is Spring") March is coming.
It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian). The sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"), and tears are sprinkled on tourists. I hate the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu's Picking Mulberries) rushing by.
This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha") First sent to the spring, and then sent to the monarch.
To catch up with spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must stay in spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator"), and Swift Qi Fei (Yan's "Linjiang Xian"). If you are afraid of meeting each other, it will be like a dream (Yan's "Partridge Sky"). If you go to bed late, you will never forget it. Then you will be heartless and heartbroken (Yan's Nanxiangzi) and take care of each other silently, only a thousand lines of tears (Su Shi's Jiangchengzi). From a fine point of view, it is not a young flower, but a little tear (Su Shi's Water) that makes people lonely and refuses to live. Cold branches of solitary sandbar (Su Shi's "Bu Operator") are blown by small willow cotton, and there is no fragrant grass in the world (Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua"). A broken soul is nowhere to be found (Li Chi Ngai's Walking on the Sand). Considering that only dreams come and go, I am even more afraid. The river blockage (Looking at the East of the River by Huang Tingjian) is the heaviest, and the heart is broken (Duck by Chao Yuanli). People are powerful, and Qingzun is always willing to follow (Duck by Zhao Yuanli). Thin ("Rain Ring" in Chao Yuanli) Meiying is thin, and the ice melts and the east wind changes years ("Looking at the Sea Tide" by Qin Guan). If the relationship lasts for a long time, why don't you get along with each other (Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xian") and hate you for a long time, then take a break (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi"). There are tears on the sleeves (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan), and cardamom has old grievances. Ten-year dream is just a glimpse (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan). Clouds are light and the wind is light, and it rains in succession.
With laziness, Dongfeng tears (Wang Shen's Memories of Time Past) ruined his life, and only a few evenings passed (Zhao Lingzhi's Qing Ping Le). How much leisure is there? Yichuan smoke, full of wind, plum rain (He Zhu's "Jade Case") was originally planted on the grass, showing early, and the old building was new. Lying in an empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, who picks up the lamp at night to mend clothes (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky") nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I cried without words (Rain Bell by Liu Yong). Affection hurts parting since ancient times, not to mention the clear autumn festival (Rain Bell by Liu Yong) has passed, which should have been a good early scene in name only. Even though there are thousands of bells in Qian Qian, who are you talking to (Yu Linling by Liu Yong)?
3. Words expressing convergence
Hundreds of rivers run into the sea, and water flows to the sea. More metaphor for countless scattered things gathered in one place.
Hundreds of rivers flow into the sea: the meaning is still unfinished. Chuan: River. All rivers flow to the sea. Metaphor is popular or the general trend. It also means that many things are scattered and gathered in one place.
All rivers run into the sea: rivers. Many rivers flow into the sea. Metaphor is the general trend or the will of the people. It also means that many scattered things are gathered in one place.
Hundreds of rivers fill this river: the Yellow River. All rivers flow to the Yellow River. It is a metaphor for the will of the people and the general trend.
All rivers run into the sea: tolerance, tolerance. The sea can hold hundreds of rivers. Metaphor contains a wide range of things and a large number.
4. What words can describe "convergence"?
The words that describe "convergence" are: Luan Xiang luán xiáng fèng jí: Ji: The bird stops in the tree.
Luan birds are flying, and phoenixes are resting here in groups. Metaphor is the gathering of outstanding talents.
Have a special liking for qí ng y ǒ u dú zh! Ng: Bell: Convergence, concentration. Have a soft spot for sth.
The clock of love qí ng zhü su ǒ zhō ng: Bell: Convergence, concentration. Of infatuation, very focused.
Star stream album xρxěng Liúyǐng jí: collection: meeting, meeting. Like a meteor, shadows converge.
Describe quick action. Dress: yρ guà n fú cê u: Dress: Ancient scholars wore crowns above class; Spokes: spokes gather.
Gather in one place. Metaphor dignitaries gathered in one place.
Poem on talent gathering 1. Poetry eager for talent
When I love you, I accept suffering
Respect, cherish and use talents scientifically. )
Blowing away wild sand begins with gold.
The growth of talents is not achieved overnight, but needs a lot of polishing. )
Blow open the petals of ten thousand pear trees (whoever can gather more talents will have the initiative)
Only those who are really talented are recommended.
Eager to win the support of the wise
Green and green, leisurely in my heart.
I have a guest, blowing sheng (Cao Cao's eternal saying, the sense of urgency to recruit talents and make contributions, and his rare depression and years of discussion about talents, compare his desire for talents to a girl's admiration for her lover, and imagine the scene of "I have a guest, blowing sheng" full of talents)
I advise God to restore strength and drop talents in an eclectic way (Jihai Miscellaneous Work), and the desire for talents between the lines is not obvious.
People will be happy if they can do their best.
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Sun Yixian
A one-year plan is nothing like a tree valley: a ten-year plan is nothing like a tree; Lifelong planning is nothing more than cultivating people.
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Guan zhong
The dragon talent was put into use, but the building was lost.
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Shao ye
The ancients were not like horses, but thin. There is nothing in the world to scoff at, cities are fat.
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Ouyang Xiu
The state should take morality as the foundation and talent as the purpose.
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Kangxi
Those who govern the world are talented, and those who become talented in the world are educated.
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Huyuan
If people do their best, they will do everything they can; If you do everything, you will be rich and powerful.
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Sun Yixian
Although talented people are high, they can't become saints without learning.
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Liu Xiang
10 Draw a water, and draw a stone on the 5th.
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Du Fu
2. Describe ancient poetry with rich talents
handicraftsmen
Author Wang Xizhi, Wei and Jin Dynasties,
Yonghe nine years, aged in Guichou, will gather in Lanting to repair things in late spring and early spring. A group of smart people never miss, but some of them are long and salty. There are mountains, lush forests and bamboos here, and there are also clear currents, which are reflected from left to right, thinking that the flow is winding, followed by yourself. Although it is not as prosperous as the string of silk and bamboo, it is enough to love.
Today is a sunny day, sunny and sunny. Looking up at the size of the universe and overlooking the richness of categories is enough to be extremely entertaining. I believe in cola.
Ladies, lifelong pitch. Or arm in arm and realize the words of a room; Let the waves go because of the entrustment. Although the fun is different, the calmness is different. When it is happy with what it meets, it will gain something from itself for the time being and will soon be self-sufficient without knowing the coming of old age; What he is tired of is that his feelings are advancing with the times and his feelings are sentimental. I'm glad that between pitches, this has become a thing of the past. I still want to live happily, the situation will be very short, and finally it will be over! The ancients said, "Life and death are great." It hurts!
Every time I look at the reasons why the ancients were excited, if I unite, I will lament the article, which can't be compared to the things in my chest. Knowing that a dead life is a false birthday and the destruction of Peng Qi is a mistake. Looking back today is still looking back on the past, sad husband! Therefore, as soon as people go public, they record what they say. Although the world is different, they are happy and they are one. Later visitors will also be impressed by Sven.
I hope it helps you.