2. the true love poems in the world ring, asking for their friendly voices -> 2. Give me a peach and a plum -> 3. Give me a papaya and give it back to Joan. Since we know each other, why do we have to be blind? -Han Yuefu folk songs > 5. Husband yearns for the four seas and Wan Li is his neighbor-the Three Kingdoms. Cao Wei Zhi > 6. However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor-Don Wang Bo > 7. Not far from knowing each other, Wan Li is still a neighbor-Don Zhang Jiuling > 8. Young people are willing to learn new things, but they are old friends when they are dying-Don Han Yu > 9. Friendship with Wen Chang and Neighboring with Germany-Tang Zuyong > 10. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? -Tang Bai Juyi > 1 1. Make friends at the end of life, not for ups and downs-Tang Helan enters the Ming Dynasty > 12. There is no distinction between young and old in life, so why should we tune together first? -Tang Du Fu >; 13. Friends who paint must be light, and mountains like paper don't like flat-green Weng Zhao > 14. Not for a day, such as Sanqiu Xi-> 15. Lots of water, but no words —— Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han > 16. Raise your hand for a long time and work hard. Two of a kind-Han Yuefu Folk Songs > 17. When those red berries come in spring, the branches in your south are in full bloom. Take them home for me as a symbol of our love-Don Wang Wei >; 18. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood-Tang Libai > 19. On the moon, willow shoots, people meet after dusk-Song Ouyang Xiu >; 20. if you don't think about it for a day, you will get a thousand eyebrows-Yong > 2 1. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. Today last year, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. People don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze-Don Cui Hu > 23. Silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and the candles will dry the wick every night-Don Li Shangyin > 24. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west. Is the road sunny but sunny? -Tang Liu Yuxi > 25. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber-Tang Yuanzhen > 26. The picture above is a green void, and the picture below is a yellow spring, but he can't find the person he is looking for-Don Bai Juyi in these two places. Since then, there is no bright night, so let him go to the West Wing under the bright moon-Tang > 28. If two feelings last for a long time, how can it be sooner or later? -off > 29. We hope to fly in the sky, like two birds, with the same wing; We hope to grow together on the ground, like two branches of a tree. -Tang Bai Juyi > 30. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider, but I am thin for Iraq. -Song Liu Yong > A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return.
[Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years.
The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent.
A collection of proverbs, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body. 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? Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor.
In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Saint Amethyst mourned my parents and gave birth to me.
The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. Don't be happy when there is a child in the Book of Songs, and don't sigh when there is no child. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
[Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui had no virtuous father and brother in his life, and no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu.
3. Poems about human feelings. A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return.
[Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years.
The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent.
A collection of proverbs, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body. 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? Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor.
In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. "Three-character Classic" paper boat (for mother) Bing Xin I never refused to throw away a piece of paper, but kept it-kept it, folded it into a boat and threw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the ship's window by the wind. Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home. Wandering in Meng Jiao, 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?
Meng Jiao, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, lost his father very early and lived alone. He studied hard since he was a child and took many imperial examinations, but he failed many times. He became a scholar in his forties and became a county magistrate. This poem was written by Meng Jiao when he was a county magistrate. I recalled the past and thought a lot.
Motherly love (poem) article source: "Holy Motherly Love" Motherly love, strange appearance, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter maternal love, lofty and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, regardless of your peace and agitation, regardless of your failure and success, maternal love is everywhere, it is her who accompanies you to experience life, it is her who flies in the face, Li Tian Changhong does not know the true meaning of maternal love, and you forget the poverty of a mother. With our hands, we can touch bright colors, and with our love, we can measure the overall prosperity and care for our mother. It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me. Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the magnificence! Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked. Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, short dreams are empty, and footsteps are hard to catch up with; The mountains are heavy and the water is heavy. Where are the books?
One lovesickness, two leisure worries. When those red berries come in spring, as a symbol of our love.
Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Outside the sunset, Western jackdaw in the west counts, and the water flows around the lonely village. The ecstasy of this moment, the sachet is hidden, and the ribbon is light; The man won the brothel, but she was lucky to survive.
When can I see you here? There are tears on the front sleeves. At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim.
It's a pity that time flies and the wind and rain are bitter, especially the trees! Who is the money, in exchange for the red scarf greensleeves, hero tears! Baozhuan smoke eliminates dragons and phoenixes, and painting screen clouds locks Xiaoxiang. The night is cold and thin, I think infinitely! You are silent, and I am silent. There is a nameless river flowing quietly among us. If you don't talk, I won't talk, and the white clouds of missing are floating quietly. Let's leave now. In front, there is a small bridge on the river, and the jagged leeks flow from one side to the other. My fair lady longs for it. I am eager to get it. I am eager to think about it. I am very carefree. I tossed and turned.
The oldest love poem: Adam, how about apples? Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. If love lasts for a long time, you can't be together sooner or later. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. Since ancient times, you have been free to hate. When this endless sorrow is endless, your clothes will gradually widen, and you will never regret it. For those missing in Iraq, ask what the world is like and teach people to live and die together. It's better to cry on your lover's shoulder all night than to exhibit on the cliff for a thousand years! There is no words between water and water. You are a rock, my concubine is Pu Wei, and Pu Wei is as silky as silk. Rocks move mountains without edges, and heaven and earth blend together. I dare to be with you. I want to be near you. It's hard to get along with you. I don't complain about making fun of others. I just sigh that beauty is abundant, the heart is thin and the heart is broken. The reason is very shallow. God only wants to suffer in this life and get the next life. If you were the moon, I would just slip by you. But there is no trajectory of meteors around the moon. Distance and reality doomed us to have no fate! Bloom can fold straight, don't wait for the flowers to run out! Love, the horizon is close at hand. If there is ruthlessness, it is close at hand. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Don't give up a forest for a tree. In the sky, I want to be a wing bird. Growing together on the earth, two branches of a tree. My hair hasn't reached my forehead yet. I'm picking flowers and paying by my door. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse and trot around in circles, throwing your childhood, we live in a long lane nearby. We are all young and happy. Tang Wan's Hairpin Phoenix has a thin world, a bad feeling, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk.
The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away.
The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix" has red crisp hands, yellow wine, and spring willows in the city.
Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of lovesickness and two kinds of worries, can't be eliminated, only frowning, but facing my heart-"A Cut of Plum", Li Qingzhao, I want to know you, and live a long life.
There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you! -"Evil", a folk song of Han Yuefu.
4. the ancient poem describing the true feelings of the world is that a loving mother loves her son, not to repay her kindness.
[Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years.
The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent.
A collection of proverbs, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body. 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? Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor.
In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. The mother of Saint Amethyst, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world.
Strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love. When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend.
But only mother-she is the partner of failure. Zheng Zhenduo lost his parents and gave birth to me.
The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.
Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
[Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui had no virtuous father and brother in his life, and no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.
In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong.
5. Ancient poems about human feelings, expressing human feelings.
1, acacia
Don
When those red berries come in spring, Qiu Lai will send some.
I suggest you collect more as a symbol of our love.
2. Say goodbye to the viceroy and go to Shu for his post.
Don
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
3. "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"
Don
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.
4. Say goodbye to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou
Tang Libai
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
5. To Wang Lun
Tang Libai
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
6. "Biedongda"
Tanggaoshi
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
7. "Original inspection"
Song Ouyang xiu
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
6. Famous sayings and poems about human true feelings
Affectionate: All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
Motherly love is a great flame. (romain rolland)
There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother (Dante)
Mom, where you are, where is the happiest place (UK).
A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness (Hugo)
The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother" (Ji Bolun)
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world (Mill)
Everything else in the world is false and empty, and only mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India)
How strong, selfish and fanatical maternal love is that it occupies our whole mind. (Duncan)
In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. (UK)
How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
Women are fragile, but mothers are strong (France)
Friendly: mutual understanding is the most important thing.
A bosom friend dies.
Knowing ourselves in the sea, heaven is still our neighbor (Don Wang Bo)
When a husband is a bosom friend, he is invincible (Wei)
The most important thing in life is to know yourself, and you can do it everywhere (Don Lihe)
How many people can be bosom friends in your life? (Don Bai Juyi)
I will pick up my lute, I can play it, and I hate not knowing music (Tang Meng Haoran)
High mountains and flowing water, you can't listen without a confidant (Wen Song Tianxiang)
Know yourself and be honest with each other (Tian Xiang, Wen Song)
Those who are good are called bosom friends; A soul mate is a bosom friend-(Feng Ming magnum)
A man knows his life (Zhao Qingyi)
Be brave enough to give up your reward and know yourself.
It is not difficult to die for a friend, but it is difficult to find a friend worth dying for (Britain)
The so-called friendship is two hearts together (Europe)
Correspond with the same voice and seek the Book of Changes with the same spirit.
Compared with the same kind, homophones correspond to each other, and the principle of justice is also Zhuangzi.
People who yearn for Tao have fewer friends, while those who pursue profit have more troubles.
Willing to join hands, not far from mountains and seas; People who follow the rules are not close at hand (Jin Gehong)
At the same time, self-response, concentric self-knowledge (propaganda)
Choose friends slowly, change friends slowly (Franklin)
Ancient poems describing the true feelings of the world
1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making 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? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans will cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
3. My parents heard that the woman came and went out to help each other;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. (Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si")
7. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
8. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Bai Juyi: "The Solstice of Winter in Handan" misses home at night)
9. The child took the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back?
* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")
10 You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems from My Old Country")
7. The Farewell of Furong Inn and Xin Jian, a famous poem about the true feelings of the world.
Cold rain at night, Wu,
Pingming Chugu Mountain in Fujian.
If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,
A piece of ice is in the jade pot.
Send a friend to Tang Libai
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
Tang Wangwei in Weicheng District
Also known as "Send Yuan 21 Xi"
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
8. Are there any ancient poems about human true feelings?
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My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse and go around the bed to pick plums.
We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love. /shici/ Tang Shi/Tang Sheng/Du Pu/Yishedi.htm.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
Then, when I was sixteen, you embarked on a long journey.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I will come back to see you, and I won't mind the distance until Changsha Changfeng.
To annotate ...
(1) Bed: This refers to the seat.
② Holding the column letter: "Zhuangzi Stole Foot" "The tail was born under the beam, the woman didn't come, the water couldn't go, and she died holding the beam."
3 not too far: not too far.
④ Dust storm in Changsha: place name, near the Yangtze River in the east of Anqing City, Anhui Province. Extremely dangerous.
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