Add yourself at the end:
The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? Wandering Sons is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? Children's language
A poem about friendship
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. "To Wang Lun" advises you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you. Not too big. However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu to take up his post.
He Yongchun's poem "Chanting Willow"
Jasper dressed up as a tree with ten thousand green silk threads hanging down. I don't know who to cut it for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn", "I wake up in this bright spring morning, and birds are singing all around", and Zhi Nan's "Jueju", "I want wet apricot flowers and rain, and my face is not cold."
Su Shi's "Two Late Scenes of the Spring River in Hui Chong": "Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the duck prophet on the spring river." "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Du Fu loves rain and knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Dark clouds filled the wild lane;
A lantern loomed in the boat. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Zhu's "Spring Day": "When you are free, you know the east wind, and it is always spring." Bai Juyi said: "The sunrise river is brighter than the fire, and the riverside is as green as blue."
Dedication poem
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Li Shangyin's untitled is not a heartless thing, but a spring mud to protect flowers. Gong Zizhen's Miscellaneous Work of Helping the Sea
Fierce-browed, I coolly defy a thousand pointing fingers, Head-bowed, like a willing ox I serve the children. (Lu Xun) Do your best until you die. (Zhuge Liang) Being in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to protect my country and defend my country. (Lu You's November 4th storm) Come with a heart, not a blade of grass. (Tao Xingzhi) If you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you will be willing to decline and cherish the old. After Han Yu's "Moving Left to Lan Guanxian's Grandnephew's Neck" collects flowers into honey, who will work hard for sweetness? (Bee) Stay away from sorrow, the sky is crooked, and the whip points to the horizon. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. Gong Zizhen died in the national disaster and suddenly felt as if she were dead.
Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
Poetry about optimism and persistence
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. "Bamboo Stone" Zheng Xie chiseled a deep mountain with a thousand hammers, and it burned like a fool. I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world. Lime song
Yu Qian's "Miscellaneous Poems in the Sea" is a godsend, let it go and hire! , spin one thousand silver, all back! . Li Bai's wine is coming, and one day I will ride the wind and waves, raise my turbid sails and cross the deep sea. It's hard to go, Li Bai.
Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it. Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When she was in bloom, she laughed in the bushes. Mao Zedong's "Yongmei" is the home of the revolution, and bloodshed should have a career. Taking righteousness as benevolence is a matter of today, and free flowers are planted all over the world. Chen Yi's meiling three chapters. No one has died since ancient times. Take the heart of Dan and follow the history of history. Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Zero Ocean longs for the meat of Land Rover, and talks about the desire for the blood of Xiongnu. . Cao Zhi's "White Horse Piece" puts the worries of the world first and the joy of the world later. Fan Zhongyan's Yueyang Tower is also full of goodwill. Although he died nine times, he did not regret it. Qu Yuan
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