Poetry about postal service

1. In the Mountains, a poem related to postal services, is a five-character quatrain written by the poet Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty. Translation:

The flow of Jingxi River is getting less and less every day, white stones are exposed on the riverbed, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the red leaves on the branches are getting rarer and rarer.

It didn't rain on the winding mountain road, but the dense pine and cypress were foggy and wet, and it seemed to drip down, which wet the clothes of pedestrians.

Original text:

In the mountains, Wang Weixing's white stone appeared in the west, and the weather was cold and the red leaves were sparse. There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.

Precautions:

① Jingxi: Changshui, also known as Jinggu Water, originates in the northwest of Lantian County, Shaanxi Province, flows to the northwest, and enters Lishui via the southeast of Chang 'an County. See the notes on Volume 16 of Water Mirror Wei Shui and Chang 'an Annals.

2 yuan: So, so.

3 Empty green: refers to Shan Lan.

2. The original publisher of poems about postal services: I know kl.

Postal commemorative poems celebrate the triumph, fluttering in the wind, postal all the way, passion for a hundred years! Looking at the years and counting the present, we have ups and downs; Seeking transformation, promoting development, day and night. Once upon a time, postal service was also a post station and beacon tower; In modern times, postal service also has post stations and merchants' letters; At present, the postal service has become a comprehensive and comprehensive service organization; Postal service has gradually integrated into all aspects of life. Postal service is a hot post and a battlefield without smoke. We touch the pulse of the market with our hands and feel the turmoil of the market with our hearts. We traveled in Daiyue and experienced hardships, surfing in the post office again and again. At that time, postal workers filled the gap with customers with their heart; At that time, postal workers used laughter to close the distance with customers. In order to transform and develop, we have gone through ups and downs; For green post, we embarked on a journey; Spring flowers, autumn moon, snow, rain and frost, we knock on customers' hearts with true feelings, and we open today's market with sweat. We write "smile" and "honesty" as life problems, and praise for "excellent service" reflects our embarrassment. Cheer for our efforts, cheer for our choices, build a century-old postal service, and interpret the life of postal people without regrets!

3. Praise the postal poem to celebrate the triumph, fly in the wind, post all the way, and be passionate for a hundred years!

Looking at the years and counting the present, we have ups and downs;

Seeking transformation, promoting development, day and night.

Once upon a time, postal service was also a post station and beacon tower;

In modern times, postal service also has post stations and merchants' letters;

At present, postal service is a comprehensive and comprehensive service.

Postal service has gradually integrated into all aspects of life.

Postal service is a hot post and a battlefield without smoke.

We touch the pulse of the market with our hands and feel the turmoil of the market with our hearts.

We traveled through hardships in Daiyue.

Browse the postal service again and again.

At that time, postal workers filled the gap with customers with their heart;

At that time, postal workers used laughter to close the distance with customers.

In order to transform and develop, we have gone through ups and downs;

For the sake of green post, we embarked on a journey.

Spring flowers, autumn moon, snow, rain and frost, we knock on customers' hearts with true feelings, and we open today's market with sweat.

We write "smile" and "honesty" as life problems, and praise for "excellent service" reflects our embarrassment.

Cheer for our efforts, cheer for our choices, build a century-old postal service, and interpret the life of postal people without regrets!

Extended data:

Ancient Post Station: In ancient times, it was a post station, which was established for the ancient government of China, and used horses, cars and boats to transmit official documents and military information. It can be traced back to 3000 years ago and is the earliest postal prototype in the world.

Modern Post: Britain set up postal agencies in major cities in the early19th century, with stamps as proof of paid postage (delivery fee), which was the beginning of modern post.

Postal companies: With the progress of society and the expansion of commercial competition, national interests are constantly replaced by commercial interests, and commercial interests have gradually become the survival law that postal companies in various countries have to consider, so as to operate postal companies.

Postal service is a communication department managed by the state or directly engaged in delivering all kinds of mail (letters or articles), which has the characteristics of communicating officials, businessmen and people.

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4. In the Mountains, a poem related to postal service, is a five-character quatrain written by Wang Wei, a poet in Tang Dynasty. Translation:

The flow of Jingxi River is getting less and less every day, white stones are exposed on the riverbed, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the red leaves on the branches are getting rarer and rarer.

It didn't rain on the winding mountain road, but the dense pine and cypress were foggy and wet, and it seemed to drip down, which wet the clothes of pedestrians.

Original text:

In the mountains, Wang Weixing's white stone appeared in the west, and the weather was cold and the red leaves were sparse. There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.

Precautions:

① Jingxi: Changshui, also known as Jinggu Water, originates in the northwest of Lantian County, Shaanxi Province, flows to the northwest, and enters Lishui via the southeast of Chang 'an County. See the notes on Volume 16 of Water Mirror Wei Shui and Chang 'an Annals.

2 yuan: So, so.

3 Empty green: refers to Shan Lan.

Poets about postal service came from afar and left me a pair of carp. Hu Er cooked carp, and there was a book in it. A postman's voice-Xiao ha, why can't I tell the difference between day and night that I am familiar with early in the morning, but I have lost the distinction? It is always heavy, heavy, and belongs to the people. The people have given me the promised cause.

All these stationery are wrapped in Sichuan people's thoughts and good wishes for each other, so that they can feel the same joy in different places. People are busy during the day, just as I am busy at night.

Whenever the dead of night, I can finally shed people's happy tears and sweat, even if no one knows or intends to know about us. My bag is finally bulging, and I am about to face a brand-new sunshine, a brand-new cool breeze and a brand-new night.

The communication is getting stronger and stronger, and I am beginning to get confused. It is certain that people will not need me one day. However, how can I be satisfied? From the first day I successfully sent my first letter, I will never be separated from the people, from the true feelings and love I feel from the people, and I will never forget that I am happy or sad or sad or sad with them.

The rain outside came as promised, knocking on the glass of my window and making a ticking sound. I suddenly realized that the night was already deep and my studio was still as bright as day.

Who doesn't want to sleep quietly in the silent night? What I long for is that those who received my blessing today hope that they will remember the happiness in the letter in their dreams. The night is about to be lit by the sun. I have no mind to think about it and feel sad for my career.

I'm glad I'm different. I appreciate that the sun illuminates the moon, and the moon becomes the beauty of the sun. I feel the feelings of many people, and I taste the confidence of trust.

I can't tell what day and night are, because day and night are not important to me at the beginning of every day, really.

Praise for Post-Harz's post is full of emotion, and he is not afraid of Fiona Fang's generosity in the north and south. In order to solve the problem of homesickness, let him bend the mountains and rivers.