2. Nancun and his gang bullied me, forbearing to be thieves across the street and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest.
3, the old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles. The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
4. When you are old, you forget a lot, but you don't forget lovesickness.
1, with the passage of time, just give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.
Original text:
Answer to Zhang, vice governor of Wei
When people get old, they especially like silence and are indifferent to everything.
I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.
Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.
To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.
Explanation:
This poem was written by Wang Wei, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, in his later years. He especially likes silence and is indifferent to everything in the world. I thought there was no brilliant plan to serve my country, but I just wanted to live in seclusion in the deep mountains of my hometown. Take off your clothes to enjoy the cool, Shan Gao Yueming, just playing the piano. If you ask the truth of poverty and access, please listen to the fishing songs in the depths of the water pool.
2. Nancun and his gang bullied me, forbearing to be thieves across the street and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest.
Original text:
Tang Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. What's the point of getting wet all night?
There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
Explanation:
In August, it is already late autumn, and the wind is howling. The wind blew away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch floats and sinks into ponds and depressions.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to grab things face to face and run into the bamboo forest with thatch in their arms. I'm thirsty and I can't stop drinking. When I came back, I sighed alone on crutches.
After a while, the wind stopped and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky becomes dark and foggy. This cloth has been covered for years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good and the quilt is torn. When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place at home. The rain on the roof keeps leaking down like hemp thread. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I haven't slept much. The nights are long, the house leaks and the bed is wet. How can I stay up until dawn?
How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, generally shelter the poor people in the world and make them smile, while the houses are unmoved in the wind and rain, as stable as Mount Tai? Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? At that time, even if my hut is blown down by the autumn wind, I will willingly freeze to death myself!
3, the old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles. The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
Original text:
In the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cao Cao's "Although the tortoise lives long"
Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time.
The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust.
An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles.
The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky;
Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Explanation:
Even if the tortoise has a long life, there is still a time when its life will end. Although poisonous snakes can fly in fog, they will eventually die and turn to dust. ? The old swift horse is lying in the stable, and its ambition is still to gallop thousands of miles. People with great ambitions will never stop working hard in their later years. The length of a person's life is not just determined by heaven.
You can live longer as long as you take care of your body and mind. I am lucky to use this poem to express my inner thoughts and ambitions.
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