Zhangyan, Tiwuyi County
(Li Ru, Song Lin)
Hanwu rose several times in spring, and the story of Golden Stem was never known. There is no morning dew on the cliff, and ten fingerprints are empty.
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(Zhang Qing Weiyuan)
The handprint of Bailiangtai is bright, and the fairy is a palm high. Hanwu is not infatuated enough, and he won't live long after drinking it.
Give the ink to the west.
(Qu Dajun in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties)
Fortunately, the real rock is full of ink, and the fine fiber does not damage the fingerprint snail. Deeply convinced, waiting for the sky to enter, the paper will not be shocked by the storm.
Leisure is a double knot, leisure must be light, nourishing spring peace. What can you do in Jiang Lang if you don't have claws today?
2. Poems about kindergarten fingerprints This is a colorful paradise, this is the land of Miao Zhuang, this is the hope of mom, and this is the cradle of dolls.
Who here has the ambition of Dayu and the heart of Yao and Shun? Who here has omnipotent wisdom and loving maternal love? Tell me, who are your tears for? Tell me, who is your smiling face blooming like a flower for? It's you, me, him and our glorious kindergarten teacher. With the shining light of wisdom, with the bright voice like sunshine, with the painstaking efforts of watering, with the gentle breeze blowing the affectionate tears, sprouting seedlings, holding umbrellas for green leaves, flowers and flying figures that are open to birds, it is you, me, him, us and our glorious kindergarten teacher who are flying the dream of love here.
I remember it was August 12 years ago. Shu Mei has just finished the flower season of her life. She almost left the kindergarten teacher with a childlike and unique vision, walked into the sacred land of kindergarten, and began to deal with children who are learning languages. But she didn't expect that on the first day of her employment, she drew a big question mark on this clean work paper, and the child with a stomachache was in her pants. Her trousers were muddy and she was at a loss.
Is it throwing? Has it been released? Are you washing? Suddenly, my brain is full of little question marks. She ran into the bathroom with tears in her eyes and pants, and the tears on her face became a line. Did she choose the wrong job? Or did you choose the wrong position? Her heart is full of doubts.
When she dried the washed trousers, she turned around and saw that the director was looking at her affectionately with kind and trusting eyes. Good looking.
A gentle word was sent into her heart, so Shu Mei began her kindergarten teacher career. I remember it was a drizzly night, it was almost seven o'clock. Smart parents didn't come to pick up their children.
This is the only child left in the garden. Teacher Webb took Liangliang and rode his bike to Liangliang's home.
She was shocked when she walked into the bright house. Bright parents are all around the mahjong table, playing so dark that they forget the time. They were numb and didn't say a word of thanks. Our teacher is walking home with a sad heart, because at home, her little daughter, who just turned one year old, is still waiting for her mother's return.
Rain and tears intertwined, attacking her sad heart. I still remember that night, Qian Qian's father came to pick up the children with alcohol. Qian Qian cried and said, "Why is Dad late?" At this time, the irrational father hit Qian Qian in the face with one hand.
The teacher hurried to take care of Qian Qian, but Qian Qian's father was still beating, hitting the teacher's face and body, but our teacher was still protecting the child, and the teacher shed tears. Were they tears of distress, dissatisfaction or resentment? Who can understand? Who can understand the bitterness and bitter tears of the teacher? On the road of life growth, Wang Xia Jr. lost his father and mother when he needed love most.
She found a warm home in the kindergarten. There are kind and strict directors here, brothers and sisters here and lively and lovely children here. This is a peaceful and happy home.
She secretly made up her mind: "I lost my maternal love since I was a child, and I want my maternal love to sublimate here." In her class, there is such a little girl, because her parents are divorced, her face is dull, her mouth is speechless, and her dull eyes have been looking at the distance. She is so uncertain.
Teacher Wang Xia walked over and asked softly, "What are you thinking?" "Teacher, I am thinking about my mother." Tears rolled down the child's eyes.
The teacher gently held her in her arms and told her, "I am your mother." The child looked at her with wide eyes. "Teacher and mother."
The child laughed and the teacher cried. From then on, she moved more love for the child. The child is here, growing up in the arms of the teacher, but the teacher is also the mother's child.
In our kindergarten, there is such a teacher named Zhang Yuhong. Her family lives in Taiping River in the countryside and can only go home once a week.
A few years ago, when she was admitted to a normal school with her brother, both joy and sadness merged into this family. In the countryside, a brother and sister were admitted to the normal school at the same time, which is great good news. But there is no money to go to school, and sadness hangs over parents' hearts. If you have no money, you should let your children go to school by borrowing money.
Four years later, both of them graduated. My father was seriously ill and my mother had breast cancer. It was all the teachers and staff in the kindergarten who extended their loving hands to her, and she returned the love of the kindergarten and the children.
In order to teach other people's children well, she can't lie in the hospital bed with her parents. Going home every week, she can only stay for one day and leave in a hurry.
And every time I leave, it is a farewell, like tears. Mother shouted, "I hope you will go home early this weekend!" " "But she doesn't even dare to look back, because her eyes are full of tears, and when she gets to kindergarten, she will smile at these dolls.
Our teacher is like this, forgetting to love other people's dolls. In order to let there be endless roses in our home and let those birds fly freely, our kindergarten teachers use their own reason to enlighten children's intelligent hearts.
On the playground, teachers and children play the game of chicken looking for mother together. In the activity room, the teacher asked the children to gather together and listen to the story of Baby Bear. When the sweet piano sound came from the classroom, sad and beautiful songs swirled here.
When naughty boys ring their tambourines, lively girls learn to dance happily. In the garden, Tong Tong found a little secret and shouted, "Look, why are bees dancing on flowers?" The children opened their magical eyes wide, as if trying to find the mystery on the teacher's face.
"Use your head and think about it." The teacher gave the children inspiring eyes.
"Oh, the bees are hungry and looking for food." "No, no, the bees are tired and looking for a home."
"No, no, the bees are naughty and fighting with flowers." "No, that's bees collecting honey."
"Teacher, teacher, which of us is right?" "Yes, yes, you are all smart children." Our teacher is like this, with a warm and sincere love, quietly open these innocent and selfless hearts and lay a good foundation for the growth of children.
3. Understand that fingerprints say that men are left and women are right, and all five fingers are vortex lines.
There is a poem that says: conviction is firm and straightforward, and poverty is unyielding. If you do the right thing, you will respect evil and invade wealth, and you will devote yourself to the practice of wealth.
2. Only the little finger is streamlined. There is a poem that says: the elder's career is smooth, and the man is arrogant.
Diligent and ask for more help, don't be too suspicious. 3. Only the ring finger is streamlined.
There is a poem that says: gentle and honest, trustworthy, and everyone praises benevolence and righteousness. Going out of the temple is a handsome kiss, and staying behind is a merit.
Only the middle finger is streamlined. There is a poem that says: I am happy for women, and I hide my true eyes for men.
Women are versatile, men are chivalrous and determined to become famous. 5. Only the index finger is streamlined.
There is a poem that says: A prince born in wealth is also famous when he is born in poverty. Think high and understand that it is most appropriate to study hard.
6. Only the thumb is streamlined. There is a poem that says: If you want to do something, you won't lose your chance and your words won't rot.
Wandering for half a life, thinking quietly until late, being generous and avoiding explosion is appropriate. 7. The little finger and ring finger are streamlined patterns.
There is a poem that says: ancient stones hide real jade, which is unknown to wild people. It's a pity to have worked hard all my life. His body breaks down every day.
8. The middle finger and the ring finger are streamline. There is a poem that says: be good at strategy, be good at calculation, and be careful about gains and losses.
Subordinates boast, and they are more anxious when they are entangled. 9. The forefinger and middle finger are streamline lines.
There is a poem that goes like this: be diligent in exposition and neglect in action, and be willing to pay a lot of love. Don't sigh on the bumpy middle-aged road, you will eventually become famous.
10, thumb and forefinger are streamline. There is a poem that says: Gao Zhiyuan has a deep mind and a clever mind.
It is always wise to recruit people to calculate, and the balance between justice and profit is always remembered. 1 1, thumb and little finger are streamline.
There is a poem that says: it is easier to ask for money than to plead, only because of stubbornness. If we can foster strengths and avoid weaknesses, we will live a long and healthy life.
12, middle finger and little finger are streamline. There is a poem saying: benevolence, kindness, sadness, indulgence of mountains and rivers.
Too sensitive and indecisive to choose a job according to gender. 13, index finger and little finger are streamline.
There is a poem that says: generous and considerate, compassionate and helpful. Take the road of occupational risk, suppress evil and promote good, and seek fame and reputation.
14, index finger and ring finger are streamline. There is a poem that says: even if you are poor, what can you do? The peach blossom on your face is very attractive.
Avoid arrogance and extravagance, practice your skills, and you will succeed and become famous. 15. Thumb and ring finger are streamline.
There is a poem that says: It seems that you are idle waiting for the opportunity, how powerful the tiger is. Pingyang Tandao is also dangerous, and jungle practice has its own way to success.
16, thumb and middle finger are streamline. There is a poem that says: A smile on your face makes you smart, and men and women attract people's admiration.
Don't worry about food and clothing, but be happy today. 17, thumb and forefinger are vortex lines.
There is a poem that says, "If you don't believe in nonsense, you will have a reputation of respecting the old and loving the young." . Lang Lang's heart is praised, and people are obviously favored everywhere.
18, thumb and little finger are spiral lines. There is a poem that says: eloquence is not light, but in the heart of swallowing elephants.
Once you succeed, you will be happy. If you lose your desire, you will find a way to debauchery. 19, ring finger and little finger are vortex patterns.
There is a poem that says: eloquent and energetic, it makes people relaxed and happy. In men, you can do more with the help of others, but in women, you should not be outside the wall.
20. The middle finger and ring finger are vortex patterns. There is a poem that says: handsome men and beautiful women let people understand things when they are in trouble.
Don't judge a book by its cover, work hard and climb cassia twig on the moon. 2 1, the index finger and middle finger are vortex patterns.
There is a poem that says: the spiritual wisdom is today *, and the evil path is at the front door. If you walk in the beautiful sunshine, you will fall into the underworld and sigh.
22. The index finger and the little finger are vortex patterns. There is a poem that says: the clear clouds are lofty and not bad, and the authenticity is difficult to distinguish.
It's hard to know and waste time without showing your mind. 23. The middle finger and the little finger are vortex patterns.
There is a poem that says, "If you are high-minded, you will be more confident, go forward bravely, and go forward bravely, which is too hasty.". On the 30 th and 56 th, I struggled to draw the sunset every day.
24. Thumb and middle finger are vortex lines. There is a poem that says: a wild goose patrols the air and invites itself to swim, and it is alone in the boat.
The words are uncertain, and you have experienced a lifetime of experience. 25. Thumb and ring finger are vortex lines.
There is a poem that says: if you want to achieve great things, you must first benefit from your ambition. You have not wasted your life. It is always late to get into a good situation, so don't worry about being a late bloomer.
26. The index finger and ring finger are vortex patterns. There is a poem that goes like this: strong temperament has thorns, and the fear of the strong bullies the weak.
Love a thing seriously, choose the good one and delay the bad one without arguing. 27. Only the little finger is a whirlpool.
There is a poem that says: cleverness does not show wit, but choosing will eventually succeed. Be careful when looking for friends, success or failure depends on others.
28. Only the ring finger is a vortex pattern. There is a poem that says: a straightforward person is not hypocritical, and he has an outline.
If you want to be competitive, you have to take it, but you have to suffer a small loss. 29. Only the middle finger is a vortex pattern.
There is a poem that says: I am a talented and intelligent person, and my thoughts are elegant and surprising. High and low, Boya can't find children.
30. Only the index finger is a vortex pattern. There is a poem that says: Don't be fascinated by the old man's wife, and don't be confused by cousin menstruation's feelings.
This is a researcher who is determined to cultivate his reputation. 3 1, the thumb is a vortex.
There is a poem that says: you were born a pillar of talent, and you will be tempered later. The real dragon is a thing in the pool. Can it fly in the air by thunder?
32. All five fingers are streamline. There is a poem that says: attach importance to feelings and righteousness, have high character, and take the doctrine of the mean through many experiences.
Gankun Avenue is diligent, and when you become famous, you will be rich and glorious.
4. The secret of fingerprints Human skin consists of epidermis, dermis and subcutaneous tissue. Fingerprints are raised lines on the epidermis. A. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ people's genetic characteristics, B. _ _ _ _ _ Everyone has fingerprints, C. _ _ _ _ _ is different. If you reach out and look closely, you will find that there are several types of fingerprints: concentric circles or spirals, which look like eddies in water.
Secrets, fingerprints, beautiful sentences
Human skin consists of epidermis, dermis and subcutaneous tissue. Fingerprints are raised lines on the epidermis. A. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ people's genetic characteristics, B. _ _ _ _ _ Everyone has fingerprints, C. _ _ _ _ _ is different. If you reach out and look closely, you will find that there are several types of fingerprints: concentric circles or spirals, which look like eddies in water.
5. On the day of the poem about Cangyang Gyatso, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple and suddenly heard the truth in your chanting; That January, I shook all the prayer tubes, not to cross, but to touch your fingertips; That year, I kowtowed and climbed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to keep your warmth; At that time, I turned the landscape into a stupa, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
That January, I gently turned all the prayer tubes, not to cross, but to touch your fingerprints; That year, I kowtowed and hugged the dust, not for the Buddha, but for your warmth; At that time, I searched all over the mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road; However, on that night, I forgot everything, abandoned faith and reincarnation, just because the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha had already lost its former glory.
6. Some poems are like this: In that month, I turned all the warp tubes not to cross over but to touch your fingerprints. That month, that year, that night (the sixth Dalai Lama Cangyang Gyatso), I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not to understand, but to find a little bit of your breath.
That January, I turned all the meridians, not to cross, but to touch your fingerprints. That year, I kowtowed and held dust, not to worship Buddha, but to keep your warmth.
At that time, I crossed hundreds of mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road. At that moment, I soared to immortality, not for immortality, but for your peace and happiness.
That day, that month, that year, that day in my life, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple and suddenly heard you chanting. In that month, I turned all the prayer tubes not to cross but to touch your fingertips. That year, I kowtowed to climb the mountain, not to see you, but to cling to your warmth. At that time, I crossed mountains and turned to stupa, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road. Please lend me your wings of a crane. I won't fly far, but go to Litang.
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