The night before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the thin moon became more and more round. At night in a foreign land, I don't want to drink a glass of wine, forming a thick frost to cover my eyes. My thoughts are farther than those of Song Ci. I gently read the nursery rhymes in the country but dare not say to the moon-"thousands of miles away."
"Autumn" some feathers, some dead leaves, like a group of unforgettable memories, fall into your arms. Yellow spells and moonlight are led by fluttering leaves, shaking my lonely lamp in the autumn night, and happiness is often like white snow waiting not far away.
The ears of wheat kept nodding to thank me. Standing in the autumn field, I listened to a group of crickets singing hymns. This poem comes from gold. Happiness is born in the depths of fertile soil. My waist is bent into a bow, and an arrow is shot at the golden future.
I hope there is something you like. In fact, the true meaning of happiness is different in everyone's heart. As long as it is what you want to express, it is the best.
2. A poem about happiness "Dawn"
A man who travels through the night
Finally at dawn
With frost and thorns in his hand.
Knock at the door. You're still awake.
Happy voice
wake up with a start
The earliest rose in your garden
The night before Mid-Autumn Festival
The thin moon is getting round.
The roundest night
I am in a foreign land.
Don't pick up a glass of wine
Drink it and form a thick frost.
Cover my eyes and look up
Missed arrival
Go further than song ci
I read the nursery rhymes in the country gently.
But afraid to say to the moon.
-"Thousands of Li * * * ChanJuan"
autumn
Some feathers and some dead leaves
Into your arms together.
Like a group of unforgettable memories.
Fall into the years
Yellow spells and moonlight
Floating leaves
win over
On a thick autumn night
Shake my lonely lamp
And happiness is often like a snow.
Not far away
Already waiting.
ear of millet
Gu Sui kept nodding his head to express his thanks.
Standing in the autumn field
Listen to a group of crickets
Sing a hymn
Poetry comes from gold.
Happiness is born in the depths of fertile soil.
Bend my waist into an arch.
Take a happy poem
An arrow shoots at the golden future.
I hope there is something you like. In fact, the true meaning of happiness is different in everyone's heart. As long as it is what you want to express, it is the best.
3. The poem about happiness is 1, fishing in green bay in spring, and apricot blossom in spring. The pool is clear and shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered.
There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
3. Coarse clothes are better than silk cotton. It is neither winter nor spring. When I suddenly see peaches and plums, I can see beautiful scenery in four seasons. Fish on one side and wine on the other.
4. Facing the sea, bloom is warm in spring. From tomorrow on, be a happy person, feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea, which is warm in bloom in spring.
The sun is three feet high and I sleep alone. At night, children talk to the lights. It is also said today, and it is also said in ancient times. It is not a fairy, but also like a fairy.
6. It snows again in winter. Sighing that life is easy to get old, it is better to build a comfortable nest with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting hanging on it and fishing and ploughing below.
7. The hut disappears at will, the mountain road is rugged, and there are few guests.
8. Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
9. I saw the unknown grass by the river and listened to the birds singing at dusk.
10, ask Yu why he lives in the blue mountain, and smile without answering his heart. Peach blossoms and flowing water suddenly go away, and the world is not human.
1 1. There are several families near the mountains and rivers, and one cow plows half a hectare of land. Harvest is also in the sky, and shortage is also in the sky.
12. The eaves of several huts are very low. The wind is tight and the rain is tight. A simple meal is sweet in the morning and sweet in the evening.
13, I am happy that the green hills are faint, and I am happy that the green mountains are green.
14, the spring flowers bloom early, and the branches in Xia Chan are noisy. Yellow leaves are fluttering in autumn.
15, fishing by the river, boring to play the piano. Who knows what it's like to get drunk and have fun?
4. What are the poems about "Happy Life"? 1, "Passing the Old Village"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
My old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse. Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city. Open the window to the grain field and vegetable garden and raise a glass to talk about crops. The Double Ninth Festival is here. Please come here to see chrysanthemums.
2. An autumn night in the mountains
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
The empty mountain has been bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of the night makes people feel that it is early autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing. The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes. The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.
3. A farmhouse by the Weihe River
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Everywhere in the village is shrouded in the afterglow of the sunset, and cattle and sheep are returning along the deep alley. The old man was thinking about his grandchildren who were eating grass. He waited in his firewood with a crutch. Pheasants are chirping, wheat is heading, silkworms are asleep, and mulberry leaves are sparse. The farmers returned to the village with hoes, smiling and reluctant to part. How can I not envy being so comfortable? I couldn't help singing "Decline" in frustration.
4. "Spring Dawn"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
In spring, it was dawn before I knew it. It was the chirping of birds that disturbed my sleep. It rained and rained last night. How many beautiful spring flowers have been blown down?
5. A suggestion for my friend Liu
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
Brewed light green rice wine and burned a small stove. It's getting late and it's snowing harder and harder. Can I have a cup of hot wine in my humble abode?
There are many poems about your happy life. There are many peaches in The Book of Songs, which are brilliant.
The girl is going to get married and be happy at her husband's house. Peach blossoms are in full bloom and there are countless fruits.
The girl is going to get married, and the heir who gave birth early is going to make a fortune. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, and green leaves are lush and never fall.
The girl is getting married, and Comix is in harmony. Many of Li Qingzhao's words are about family happiness.
When Xiaoshan Spring arrived in Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they were not blooming evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.
Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains penetrate the faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.
Linjiang Xianmeiyuan is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion spring festival evening is a gaunt injury for everyone. Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.
Celebrate the Qing Dynasty, slow down the prohibition, hide one's strength and bide one's time, and skillfully protect the carved fence to monopolize the last spring. The guests were indifferent to China, and everyone was naive.
It took a lot of time to be exposed to the wind and put on new makeup. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and laughing at the moon, long [bad belt] Dong Jun.
East of the city, south of the city, there is a sun pool hall and a fragrant wheel race. Who can succeed Chen Fang after the feast? In a better Ming Palace, the recent branches are evenly distributed, the golden statue is down, and all the candles are put together, regardless of dusk.
Li Shangyin-Two poems with faint phoenix tail yarn, with double fragrance, set you off with a green canopy, and it's too late to close your eyes. It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.
Once lonely and sleepless, I missed candles; But I haven't heard from you until the pomegranate blossoms. I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river and stay in the southwest.
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer. Fairy's life is a dream, if they don't bring lovers into their rooms? .
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves. Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
Li Shangyin-untitled last night's star, last night's wind, in the west of the studio, east of the cinnamon room. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
Li Shangyin-untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Untitled Li Shangyin: You said you would come, but you didn't come. You didn't leave any trace for me, except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock. The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft. But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
It's late spring, and the night is temporarily dry. The sound of the building will be timid and the curtain will be difficult to dry.
I am ashamed to be in the swallow, and I am ashamed to be in the mirror. Back to the small pond, Huaxing sent a treasure saddle.
Where is mourning Zheng? Sakura Lane hangs on the bank of Yangpan. Will the old woman in the master get married? It will be March and a half during the day.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and Tomb-Sweeping Day looks at the same wall. When Fang Zhan turned to the fifth watch, Liang Yanzi heard a sigh.
Untitled Chinese Valentine's Day comes first, and the curtain foil of the bridal chamber is still hanging. The jade wheel shines on the rabbit's first life, and the iron net coral has no branches.
Stop with God in landscape teaching, and write about lovesickness on phoenix paper. Huang Wu's biography is obviously there, but I don't know.
Untitled smoke makes fog. Every time I say it, a thousand things fall. Take a break and report to pedestrians, leaving half to see them off and half to welcome them back.
At the age of eight, I can already draw with long eyebrows. When I was ten years old, I went for an outing. I made a skirt with a smile.
I began to learn to play the guzheng at the age of twelve, and the silver nail on my finger has never been pulled out. At the age of fourteen, she avoided seeing men, even the closest ones. At this time, she may be thinking about when to get married.
At the age of fifteen, she was crying in the spring breeze on the swing, fearing the disappearance of spring. Fan Chengda's family weaves fields during the day and hemp at night, and the children in the village mind their own business.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. It shows that Wang Anshi, a teenager in Chang 'an, has a great sense of parting, and he is also very sad to meet him when he is old.
Cao Cao's cups and plates are for laughter, and the faint light is for life. Three years of self-pity for the lake and the sea, a thousand miles in the dust and sand.
I want to know when I will send a book to read Yan Nanzheng in the later period. Back home in Wang Mian, my mother-in-law is strong and dizzy this year.
Gu Liu is a guest and especially likes reading grandchildren. New professional lamp, Jiuli village, Sang Ma.
Taiping customs are beautiful, so you don't have to close Chai Men. I asked what I meant by living in the blue mountains, but I laughed without answering my heart.
Peach blossoms and flowing water suddenly go away, and the world is not human. -Li Bai Xin Qiji Qingpingle Village, with low eaves and green grass in the stream.
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Du Fu has been to my north and south, and spring water is flooding. Day after day, I only see seagulls. The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today.
The market for plate food is far from delicious, but here in my cabin there are old wines from our cups. Shall we call my old neighbor to join us, call him through the fence and empty the jar? .
Tao Yuanming drank to build a house, but he had no horses and chariots. Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself. Happiness is the kind of surprise that "a long drought meets rain, and an old friend meets another country."
Happiness is the kind of comfort that "she laughed in the bushes when she was in bloom". Happiness is the warmth of "friends all over the world" and "thousands of miles away".
Happiness is the kind of comfort that "the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang 'an flowers in one day". Happiness is "reaching the peak, taking in everything in a glance" and "reading all the spring scenery in the world"
Happiness is the aesthetic feeling of "blowing noodles without chilling willow" and "colorful is always spring" Happiness is the kind of harmony that "self-created new rhymes are the most charming, and Xiaohong sings and I blow".
Happiness is the kind of leisure that "the shepherd boy crosses the cow's back, and the piccolo has no cavity to blow". Happiness is the kind of scenery that "I used to ride a horse, but now I ride a thousand."
Happiness is the kind of free and easy that "the sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and the birds fly". Happiness is the kind of luck that "everyone is happy everywhere and always gets along well with each other".
Happiness is the kind of magnanimity that "everything is as light as a feather". Happiness is the kind of "a little noble spirit, a thousand miles fast."
Happiness is the kind of elegance that "the wine is slightly drunk and the flowers are half open". Happiness is the refreshing feeling of "fragrant water beside the lotus and full of fans in the bamboo".
Happiness is the pride of "Wang Xietang died in the past and flew into the homes of ordinary people". Happiness is the gentleness of "getting married and loving each other".
Happiness is a feeling that "although my body doesn't have bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn". Happiness is "knowing that it is warm in spring tonight and the sound of insects is new green."
6. Poetry or famous sayings about "happiness". Facing the sea, spring warms bloom >
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From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I only want to face the sea and warm bloom in spring.
As long as you have a reasonable thing to do, your life will be particularly beautiful. -Einstein Science is by no means a selfish pleasure. Those who are fortunate enough to devote themselves to scientific research should first serve mankind with their own knowledge. -Marx, even if he becomes a handful of dirt, as long as it is paved on the road leading to the truth, it is also the greatest happiness for his partners to make great strides. -Wu Yunduo is the only revolutionary, whether he is alive or dead, he can give everyone happiness. -Lu Xun cattle eat grass, horses eat food, cattle enjoy the least and contribute the most, so it is best to be a scalper. I am willing to be an old ox for the party and the people all my life. -Wang Jinxi people get happiness in performing their duties. It's like a person carrying something on his back, but his heart is very comfortable. If people don't do their duty without it, it's like driving an empty car, that is, it's a waste. -Rozov, my art should only benefit the poor. Ah, what a happy moment! How happy I should be to be close to this! -Beethoven's creation, or the creation of the future. This is a necessity: happiness can only exist when this necessity is satisfied. -romain rolland The more happiness you share with others, the more its value will increase. The bounden duty of a scientist in Seiichi Morimura calls on us to continue our struggle and thoroughly expose the mysteries of nature, so that we can master these mysteries and benefit mankind in the future. -Aurio Curie Only the happiness of all mankind is your happiness. -Ditzgan If one day, I can contribute to our public interests, I will consider myself the happiest person in the world. -Nicolas Nikolai Gogol's personal joys and sorrows must be integrated into the joys and sorrows of the times. -Ai Qing 'an has ten thousand buildings, which makes the poor in the world happy. -Du Fu When a person has lofty ideals, he will feel happy even in the most difficult times. Of course, a writer must earn money for living and writing, but he should never live and write for making money. -Marx's sudden death is not very painful, but the long-term fatigue is really unbearable. Anonymous happiness, if it only belongs to me, the property of one of thousands of people, then get out quickly! -belinsky's struggle for happiness, no matter how difficult, is not a kind of pain, but happiness, not a tragedy, but just a drama. -The vulgar goals that Chernyshevski people strive for-property, vanity and luxurious life-I always feel contemptible. It is a myth that Einstein wants to be happy without paying any price. -Xu Teli When a person only thinks of himself, his desire to pursue happiness can only be satisfied in rare cases, which is by no means beneficial to himself and others. -Engels seeks happiness in wealth, power, honor and exclusive love. Not only will he not get happiness, but he will also lose happiness. -lev tolstoy Happiness exists in life, while life exists in labor. -lev tolstoy All happy families are similar; Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. -lev tolstoy Happiness lies not in external causes, but in our attitude towards external causes. A person accustomed to hard work can't be unhappy. -lev tolstoy Happiness lies not in causing even the smallest pain to others, but in directly contributing to others' happiness and happiness. In my opinion, this aspect can be expressed in the simplest way: happiness lies in not doing evil, forgiving and loving others. Leo Tolstoy