2. What are the poems about "mobilization" 1. I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Long Biaoyuan wrote this to the Tang Dynasty: Li Baiyang's flowers have fallen away. Crying, I heard the dragon crossing the five streams. I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow the wind to the west of the night. 2. Po Zhenzi·compose a heroic poem for Chen Tongfu to send it to. Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji. When he was drunk, he lit up the lamp to read the sword, and dreamed of blowing the trumpet company camp. Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall. Autumn brings troops to the battlefield. The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Poor thing happened in vain! 3. Two Liangzhou poems·One Tang Dynasty: Wang Han A luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink pipa, you will be reminded immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned to the battlefield in ancient times? 4. Two poems about leaving the fortress·One Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling The moon is bright in the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty is closed, and the people who have marched thousands of miles have not returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain. 5. Yanmen Taishou's Journey Tang Dynasty: Li He Black clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the light of armor opened towards the golden scales of the sun. The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, stuffed with swallow fat and the night is purple. A half-rolled red flag stands near the Yishui River, but the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard. Report your favor on the golden stage, support the Jade Dragon and die for you!
3. Poems of gratitude and longing for people who are transferred from their posts 1. Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased tree. 2. Thousands of willows bloom in the spring breeze, and the 600 million Chinese states are filled with Shun and Yao. 3. There are hundreds of flowers in spring and looking at the moon in autumn, and there is a cool breeze in summer and listening to the snow in winter. 4. There must be a road for a car to reach the mountain, and for a boat to reach the bridge. 5. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging. 6. There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, so hang your sails and sail across the sea. 7. There are no tombs of heroes from the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields. 8. Who said that there will be no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still reach the west! Don't sing yellow chicken with gray hair! 9. I wonder if Lingnan is not good, but he said that this is my hometown. 10. A broad agreement between life and death. Talk to Zi Cheng, hold his hand and grow old together with him. 11. There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. 12. The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and it is difficult for butterflies to come when the pistils are cold and fragrant. If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. 13. I urge you to drink more wine. Who in the world doesn’t recognize you? 14. A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky. 15. Even though you have endured countless blows, you will still be strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, from north to south. 16. Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you. 17. Talking about the multiplication will be completed, and the destiny of the happy man will be ridiculed again. 18. When you are old and strong, you would rather have a gray-headed heart. When you are poor and strong, you will not fall into the clouds. 19. After drinking, the chest is still open, and there is a slight frost on the temples, so what’s the problem? 20. The red rain turns into waves as it pleases, and the green mountains turn into bridges intentionally. 21. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? 22. The sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly. 23. The stone walls of the Xijiang River are erected to cut off the clouds and rain in Wushan Mountain, and the high gorge leads to the flat lake. The goddess should be fine, but she should shock the world. 24. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles. 25. Don’t laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times? 26. Farewell, the purple platform is swaying, why should you be afraid of the wind and snow? Not seeing the wet and rainy place last night, let’s look forward to today with a new look. 27. There will be good times in the future, go back to Fengchi to praise them. 28. Look up to the sky and laugh loudly before going out. How can we be the people of Penghao? 29. Stop thinking about old friends and homeland, and try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth. 30. I am drunk and want to sleep. Please go away. I will come tomorrow to bring you the piano. 31. I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent.
4. A collection of poems about resignation by leaders and farewell poems for leaving the company (with analysis) The new chapter of Phoenix Tour, the rivers flow more than Phoenix Tour - leaders are transferred, from the poem "Phoenix Tour on Phoenix Platform". Go to Penglai to practice in seclusion——Transfer is not a defeat, it is just a temporary seclusion to practice. It will eventually come back until the sound of the flute comes next year——from the allusion of the flute attracting the phoenix, the phoenix branch welcomes the phoenix————from " "Wutong Qifeng", these two sentences mean that there will always be opportunities for leaders to return to important positions. I am also in this frustrated state at the moment. I can understand your leader's state of mind. I hope this poem will be related to Jun *** Mian Wang Wei—— "Farewell in the Mountains" Farewell to each other in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood.
The spring grass will be green next year, will the kings and grandsons return?
5. Please mobilize your accumulation of ancient poetry, write a sentence describing the river, indicate the source, and use a brief look at the Dongting Tang Dynasty Liu Yuxi, the lake light and the autumn moon to know each other, the pond The goggles on my face have not been polished yet. Looking at the green mountains and rivers of Dongting in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. Meng Haoran moved his boat to Yanzhu in the Tang Dynasty on the Jiande River. At dusk, the guests are worried about the new arrival. The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty sang about the river at dusk A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. It's a pity on the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. Looking at Tianmen Mountain in the Tang Dynasty, Li Baitian gate interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flowed eastward here. The green mountains on both sides of the bank faced each other, and there was a lonely sail. Coming from the sun.
6. Poems describing resignation. An Neng bows down to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy. I looked up to the sky and laughed loudly and went out. How can I be a Penghao person? In fact, the lost path is not far away. I feel that what is now is but yesterday was not. I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years. If you don’t know your talent, you will give up. If you are sick, you will lose friends. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" is one of the five poems by Tao Yuanming. One of them has no suitable rhyme, and his nature is to love hills and mountains. He accidentally fell into the dust net, and he has been gone for thirty years. The birds in the tethered trees miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss their old abyss. They opened up the wilderness in the south and returned home. The garden is more than ten acres, with a square house and eight or nine thatched houses. The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees are in front of the hall. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is lingering. Dogs bark deep in the alleys, and cocks crow on the top of the mulberry trees. The courtyard is dust-free. , There is leisure in the empty room. After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature. Secondly, there are few people in the wild, and there are few people in the back alleys. In the daytime, the thorns are covered with trees, and I have no thoughts about wine. Sometimes I return to the ruins, people are singing, and they are wearing grass** *Coming and going. We met without saying a word, but the path was long. The days of mulberry and hemp have been long, and my soil has become vast. I am often afraid of frost and sleet, and they are scattered together with the grass. At the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings and the bean sprouts are sparse. In the morning I went to work on the wasteland and filthy land, and returned home with a lotus hoe in the moon. The road was narrow and the grass and trees were long, and the evening dew stained my clothes. I didn’t regret the stains on my clothes, but my wish was fulfilled. For the past four years, I traveled to the mountains and rivers, and had fun in the wild forests. I tried to bring my children and nephews with me. , walking in the deserted ruins wearing hazelnuts. Wandering among the hills and ridges, people still live in the past. There are remains of wells and stoves, and decayed mulberry and bamboo trees. I asked the firewood collectors, these people are like firewood. The man told me that there will be no rebirth after death. Abandoning the market, this saying is true. Life seems to be an illusion, and it will eventually be empty. The five regrets are returned alone, and the mountains are rugged and winding. The mountain streams are clear and shallow, and I wash my feet when I encounter them. I pour my newly cooked wine, and a chicken Zhao is approaching the bureau. When the day comes, the firewood replaces the bright candle. The happiness comes but the evening is short, and it has returned to the sky. A complete collection of poems about resignation by leaders and farewell poems (with analysis). The new chapter of Phoenix Tour. The rivers flow more than Phoenix Tour - ——The leader's transfer, from the poem "Phoenix Tour on the Phoenix Platform", returning to Penglai to practice in seclusion————The transfer is not a defeat, it is just a temporary retreat, and will eventually come back again until the flute sounds in the next year————from the flute The allusion of sounding to attract the phoenix, the branches of the phoenix tree welcome the phoenix and throw themselves at it - from "the phoenix tree Qifeng", these two sentences mean that there will always be opportunities for leaders to return to important positions. I am also in this frustrated state at the moment, and I can understand your leadership. I hope that this poem will be related to your mood - "Farewell in the Mountains" by Wang Mian and Wang Wei. Let's see each other off in the mountains, and the sunset will cover the firewood. The spring grass will be green next year, will the kings and grandsons return? The poem describing resignation "How long will it take to return to the inner world? Will I stay if I don't commit myself to my heart? Why should I forget about it? What do I want to do? Wealth and honor are not my wish, and the emperor's hometown cannot be expected. I cherish my good days with loneliness. Go, plant a stick and work hard. Climb to Donggao and write poems while listening to the clear stream. I will return to my hometown and express my doubts!" ??- Expressed in Tao Yuanming's "Returning to Lai Xi Ci". Verses about resignation 1. There is a chance to make a comeback, and we meet each other everywhere in life. 2. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot. 3. Who said that a thousand miles away from today would be as long as a fortress away from a dream. 4. I am a lone boat traveling thousands of miles across the green mountains. 5. Loneliness is hidden away from the pavilion, and the country and mountains are cold at night. 6. Cover your tears and face each other in the sky, where will the wind and dust come from? 7. The world's feelings have dispersed with the floating clouds, and the separation and hatred are empty and long with the river. 8. The green mountains and the clouds and rain are together, but the bright moon has never been two towns. 9. The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. 10. When we break up, we will give each other gifts, and our hearts will remain the same throughout our lives. 11. Don’t worry that you have no friends on the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. 12. This place is different, and you can march alone for thousands of miles. 13. The desolate land of Bashan and Chushui has been abandoned for twenty-three years. 14. Avoid the virtuous and give up your prime ministership at the beginning, and enjoy the saints and hold the cup. 15. I wave my hand and go away, the sound of horses roaring. 16. I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. 17. I have no intention of parting with you, as we are both eunuchs. 18. Li Jun is full of smoke and water, and his handkerchief is stained with tears while waving his hands. 19. The lotus hat carries the setting sun, and the green mountains return alone. 20. The grass will be green next spring, will the king and grandson return? 21. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and things are always separated like going on a business trip. A poem that describes the reluctance to leave when parting. The mountain winding road turns away and you are nowhere to be seen, leaving a horse trail in the sky above the snow. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. The green willows are blowing on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky. When all the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I ask passers-by whether they are returning home. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world. Inaction is on the Qi Road, and the children are wet with towels. The green mountains are together with the clouds and rain, but the bright moon has never been the two villages. It rained continuously all day and night when I entered Wu, and I saw off my guests in Chu Shangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. This place is a different place, and I can conquer thousands of miles alone. Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you. You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. Farewell to Yan Shiyuan Liu Changqing The spring breeze leans on Helu City, and the water country is cold in spring and clear again. The drizzle makes the clothes wet and invisible, and the flowers falling to the ground are silent.
The shadow of a solitary sail on the river as the sun sets, the grass is green and the love of Hunan is thousands of miles away. If you meet an acquaintance and ask about it when you go, Qingpao has already misled the Confucian scholar. Farewell to Li Duan Lu Lun The old pass is full of decay and grass, and it is sad to say goodbye. The road is out of the cold clouds, when people return to the dusk snow. It is early for a young man to be a guest, but it is difficult for him to meet you late. Covering the tears and facing each other in the sky, where will the wind and dust come from? Send it to Dr. Yan of Guizhou Han Yu. The land of Guizhou is in southern Hunan. The river is a green belt, and the mountains are like jade hairpins. Many households lose green feathers, and each family grows yellow sweetness. Far better than ascending to immortality, Fei Luan is not false. Xie Ting Farewell Xu Hun A song of labor explains the boat trip, red leaves, green mountains and rapids. At dusk, people are far away from the drunkenness. The sky is full of wind and rain, and I go down to the west building. Sending people back eastward Wen Tingyun The yellow leaves fell from the desolate garrison, leaving the old gate in a grand way. The wind is high and I cross Hanyang, the first day is Yingmen Mountain. There are a few people on the river, but I am alone at the end of the world. Why should we meet again and drink wine to comfort our faces? Farewell Lu Guimeng A husband is not without tears, and he will not shed them during parting. The stick and the sword are against the wine, and the shame is the face of a wanderer. The viper stings his hand, and the strong man's wrist is freed. The ambition is fame, so why leave and sigh. Sending Japanese Monk Jinglong back to Wei Zhuang. Fusang is already in limbo, and his home is farther east than Fusang. This time I will go with my teacher, whoever will arrive, a boat with bright moon and sail with wind. Sauvignon Blanc Lin Bu Wu Shanqing, Yue Shanqing. The green mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait see each other off and greet each other, but who knows the feelings of farewell. The king is full of tears, and the concubine is full of tears. Luo and Dai have not yet formed a heart-to-heart knot, and the tide at the head of the river has subsided. Yu Linling Liu Yong The cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers have begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat urges him to leave. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and swallowed. Thoughts go thousands of miles away, the sky is vast and the mist is heavy at dusk. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and even more so, they can’t bear to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank is full of dawn wind and moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?