The bright morning star disappeared in the sky.
The source of light sinks into boundless chaos and darkness.
This magnificent palace is falling down.
Just like this world.
The vast ruins extend in all directions under your feet.
Distant glory has been buried under the soil.
Abandoned in this land
fearless fighter
But fell on the battlefield.
The wonderful piano sound has been silenced.
The strings are broken and the joy is gone.
The war resumed.
The clang of spears.
Horrible killing and crying.
Still ringing in my ears
Where is the hero?
The world is full of bloody killings.
2. Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off. The subscriber you dialed is power off. Please dial it later. You can't turn off the water flowing in the canal, the running train on the Beijing-Shanghai line, the wind blowing from the north, the free and high sky, a person's beating heart, and the blood rushing in his body. He is not in your mobile phone, but he can live somewhere in your * * *. You can't turn off the sound, but you can't turn off the light. Now, you can't turn off the past autumn. I'm afraid to talk about you with my friends. I just said I miss spring. There was cold dew last week, and it will get colder and colder at the beginning of next week. Friends must get together and put aside loneliness as deep as autumn. After drinking a little wine, the man became stupid, he said. What's good about spring? I hit the bottle on his head. The man with a broken head didn't cry. I cried. A gust of wind brought apples, peaches and pears. The fragrance swirled around the house. The wind has gone. The wind stopped. They are still there every morning and evening. I only stare at them, but I never dare to touch these things I want to keep. They came back to life. They are always alive. They twisted me with their hands to awaken my love. My tears, which have been sleeping for many years, come from the fruits of the country orchard and sing green songs in the moonlight. Now, they are going to rot, just like me. I stared at my body and gradually came to autumn. Autumn can't preserve the colors of summer, just like me. Looking up at the altitude of three and a half feet, I tried to learn not to love the first frost. The chrysanthemums are in bloom and the persimmons are red. The cold air came early this year. I don't know whether the scenery on the plain is so gorgeous at this time, but I'm sure that snow-white cotton covers the earth there. The earth is so soft that I fell from the sky and turned it into a feathered earth. Landing gently and waiting. The warm plain in the moonlight is as wide as the plain in the moonlight. I am flying lightly and firmly. I won't cry. I just covered the bones in the white canal water with another layer. Even if it flows for thousands of years, the water in the canal will inevitably flow into the river in winter. Clear, cold and slow, I am floating on this river with thick soil, towering trees and tall buildings on the shore. It seems that I love to sink this rushing flame, and the wine spreads in a drop of water, which has lost the bones of blood. I've been dead for many years, my body is scattered and rotten. This bone that escaped the clutches of time is still alive to me. He has been polished smooth and white by thoughts, and his whole body is as bright as hard porcelain. Like a silent porcelain, like a water ghost swimming across the river, he can wear a river on his body and look for it like walking along the canal. A swaying grass stood for a long time, carefully wrapped around the bones flowing downstream, as if holding a fragile porcelain to wipe the water vapor on its body. She only held a memory bottle bigger than the ashes, so Ananda said, please tell me about this bottle of water! Foda, that's the sea.
Ananda asked again, please tell me about this bottle of Foda. It is still a bottle-all water is the same. The same sea is no different from this bottle of water that has changed its shape because it was put into the bottle. The bottle has never changed itself because it was filled with water. Buddha said, I gave you this bottle of water.
Ananda, yes, I drank this bottle of water. The patience of the poor, the patience of the poor, resisted the birdcage with two eggs. That kindergarten handles all cemeteries. They cough while working, bend their backs and look up at the mountains far and near, listen to the whistling of pine trees in the fog, sow seeds on rocks and carry matches into the night. Keep your stomach and desire, eat the least baked potatoes, and leave potato buds on the ridge; Children were born on the ruins, and twins were used to face poverty and epidemic until the arc of the earth turned blue at dawn. The patience of the poor people tied firewood for ten winters with a strong brown rope instead of hanging themselves; Use songs to melt frozen ears, use the earth to meet all failures, and use coffins to repay all betrayed descendants.
Facing the dog's teeth, a shotgun spit out the last bullet, and it hasn't rusted yet! A coin I remember the old man wrapped in a broken sack, his toes, his cane, thick sack and black teeth in the snowflake. As soon as he saw me, he stopped shaking his hands at me, and his mug with handle was knocked off.
The coins in it jumped up and shouted. I remember him turning around in disappointment and sadness and moving his numb stump to another stump.
I remember when I got home, I took off my clothes and threw them aside. The empty pocket rattled a coin all night. Red-hot coins are spinning in my heart, talking to my father. Stand up. Haven't you always encouraged me like this? No, the body was too heavy, and finally it reached the finish line. Take my hand, father. I was too weak as a child before. My hand is held by its own weight. I can't get rid of my father. Why are you? Seeds? Silence? No, I don't know, but I know I will never be hungry again. The watch on your wrist has stopped. Let me wind it. No, my child, I don't need time anymore. Then I'll put on your shoes. No, my father is no longer needed on the road. You are still reading this book, but can't I keep my eyes open? Maybe I should read some books without eyes. Dad, do you take fishing rods, too? No, from now on, every old man who fishes by the river is me. I am the loyal shadow father behind them. Today is your birthday. Yes, I'm going to another world to give birth to my father. Why did you abandon me? You've been following me. Now that I have just entered another room, you will soon find its door. Father, I want to hear from you. I have been talking in your memory. But, dad, how much I love your good boy, so do I. This is a conversation between a little girl and her mother, and death can't stop it. The sunshine is very good, leaving out redundant details. We swept through the spring and fixed our eyes on a girl and her mother. "Go, go, just like mom usually buys you a toy car. That aunt is a good person and won't lie. " My mother's eyes are full of longing. She tried to simplify the problem, just like a bud that has not yet bloomed. The little girl has never spoken words of comfort. She tried to run away, ran back and squeezed out of her mouth: I'm afraid I'll try to leave quietly and not disturb them. The sunshine on the roadside is beautiful. In fact, the dialogue between the little girl and her mother is also beautiful.
3. Seven-character quatrains from ancient poems that criticize modern social atmosphere, 1, Du Lingcuo, Bai Juyi.
The old man lives in Ling Du, and every year he grows a barren land.
In March, there was no rain and dry wind, and the wheat seedlings did not bloom and turned yellow and died.
In September and autumn, the frost is cold and early, and the ears are not ripe.
Officials know, but they don't report the truth. Rent and violent taxes are rewarded by exams.
If you want to pawn mulberry fields, you have to sell them and pay the taxes stipulated by the government. What about food and clothing next year?
Strip our clothes and take the food from our mouths.
The victim of abuse is a jackal. Why did he pawn the hook and saw human flesh with his teeth like a saw?
I don't know who reported the emperor's compassion and understood the people's plight.
The royal decree of mercy is written on white linen, and all taxes are exempted near the capital this year.
Yesterday, Li came to the door, holding his certificate in the countryside.
Ten of the nine taxpayers have been sent and exempted from taxes by our king.
Translation:
Old people in Ling Du live in Ling Du and plant more than one hectare of wasteland every year.
There is no rain and dry wind in March, and the wheat seedlings do not bloom, wither and die.
September frost, early autumn cold, immature ears of grain have withered.
Officials know clearly but don't report the truth, eager to collect rent and levy taxes violently in order to get a reward through the exam.
What will happen to food and clothing next year if you pawn mulberry fields and sell them at the rent stipulated by the government?
Strip us naked and take our food.
It's a jackal who abuses people and hurts people, so why should his minions eat human flesh like a hook and teeth like a saw!
I wonder who reported it to the emperor. The emperor felt pity and understood the sufferings of the people.
White linen paper is written with the imperial edict of Enbad, and all places near Beijing are exempt from tax this year.
Chang Li came to the door yesterday, holding a document and posting it in the countryside.
Nine out of ten taxes have been paid, and our king has exempted them for nothing.
2, "Send People to Anxi" Cen Can
When Dashuai fought the sword, Fu Pei was beside him, riding a horse over the top of the mountain.
I sincerely hope to devote myself to the national crisis and hang senior officials in my heart.
The hometown scenery thousands of miles away will appear in your dreams, and the moonlight on the border will often cause you the sadness of leaving.
You should destroy the Hutu invaders as soon as possible, and don't hesitate to drag the war to these years.
Translation:
Look at that strong man, holding a hook in his hand, stepping on a fine horse and crossing Longshan with a heroic attitude.
He was determined to serve his country since he was a child. Killing the enemy for meritorious service is by no means an official.
The hometown scene thousands of miles away will appear in your dreams, and the moonlight in the frontier will often cause your parting sadness.
You should destroy those Hu invaders as soon as possible, and drag on the war for several years.
Extended data:
Seven-character quatrains belong to modern poems with strict metrical requirements.
The first is fixed length. The whole poem consists of four sentences, each with seven words, totaling * * * 28 words. Secondly, the rhyme is rigorous, usually only flat, not rhyming. Also pay attention to the level tone, that is, it conforms to the level tone law, that is, under normal circumstances, two syllables (two words) are a step, and the level tone is alternately arranged.
According to the level of the first two words in the first sentence, seven-character quatrains can be divided into two categories: upgrading and upgrading. Among them, there are two types of flat-rising: one is flat-rising and flat-receiving, and the first sentence rhymes; Second, the first sentence doesn't rhyme. There are also two types of pouting: one is to flatten out and rhyme the first sentence; Second, from beginning to end, the first sentence doesn't rhyme.
According to the law of parallel prose, there are four standard sentence patterns of seven-character quatrains: one is flat and parallel (the last word is flat and parallel, called flat ruler); The second is flat and flat (flat and flat, the last word is flat and flat, called flat and flat feet); The third is flat and flat (flat and flat, the last word is flat, called flat feet); Fourth, plain (plain, the last word is plain, so it is called plain).
Its flat sticker has a certain elasticity, that is, the so-called "135 regardless, 246 is clear", but it is also necessary to avoid making a flat three-level tone.
Baidu encyclopedia-seven-character quatrains
4. Five modern poems 1, in childhood dreams
In my childhood dreams,
She has been.
Standing there
Naive
black
Lost starry sky
Trapped in yellow
Only a few colors.
undistorted
Always hide
A river was drawn on the land.
But there are sources of interest.
I don't know any of them.
The color at that time
2. Childhood (Poetry)
In the warm sunshine
The cuckoo is laughing.
Yang Qian's hand trembled in the wind.
Childish songs
Wandering in the running water
Happy years just flow by.
In the green birch forest
With the whisper of insects
White dandelions give off beautiful flower caps.
A happy companion
Running in the wind
The intoxicating time jumps like this.
By the gurgling stream.
Accompanied by the frolicking of fish
Oily aquatic plants sway with soft and lovely lines.
give a loud scream
The trouble of cutting through the sky
The happiness of childhood has gone away silently.
We hold the raindrops of childhood together with our hearts,
Together, we use our hands to keep the wind of childhood.
We want our childhood to live in the fields in spring.
Can last forever.
White clouds are our happy past,
The richness of lakes is our true feeling.
What's stirring in the air,
This is our dewdrop laughter.
Envy us? White clouds and blue sky.
Jealous of us? Breeze and raindrops.
We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood.
A wonderful childhood. A wonderful childhood.
3. Childhood poems and songs
I read your shadow in my dream.
Poems and songs of childhood reverberated in my heart.
Sunshine is a gentle, gentle and pure season.
A candy can make you happy for a long time.
Have you ever thought about it?
When I was a child, I looked at you and me in the blue sky outside the window.
You and I used to play in flowers and green leaves.
I can't see my childhood when I grow up.
4. Market in the sky
The street lights in the distance are very clear.
There seem to be countless stars shining.
Stars in the sky. Now,
It seems that countless street lamps are on.
I think that empty sky,
There must be a beautiful market.
Some items on display in the market,
It must be a rare thing in the world.
You see, the shallow Tianhe,
Certainly not very broad.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl across the river,
I'm sure I can ride a cow.
I think now,
You must walk in Tianjie.
If you don't believe me, please look at that meteor.
Even if they walk with lanterns.
5.starry sky
I think you must be the one in the galaxy.
The brightest star
Whenever the moonlight rises on the bed of missing.
You will look at me with a smile.
look at me ...
Until every bud tip in my heart
Is blooming brilliantly.
Every shallow nest is dancing with the light.
You didn't just vote for Meryl.
There are colorful dreams and faint fragrance.
But the cold wind
Always tearing my heart out at midnight.
Small scars and past events swaying in the wind.
Like fireflies flashing in the sky.
Looking back at the hazy mountain road.
I can't tell the direction of going home.
5. What are the wonderful campus life in the short words of campus bullying?
Be kind to your classmates.
Remember to be polite.
Bad atmosphere, no,
It is necessary to help each other.
If you see evil deeds, you should report them.
It's not good to turn a blind eye
Do not bully the strong, do not bully the weak,
The consequences are very serious. The police are looking for it.
Anti-bullying, to do this,
Campus harmony is the most important.
Between classmates, it's not difficult,
Help each other grow friendship.
Bullies should be punished,
If you don't change your mind after repeated instruction, you must be strict.
Don't panic if you are bullied.
Report the judgment to the teacher.
Calm down, sit down and talk,
Shake hands, hold hands
Make friends with people, get along well,
Keep in mind the courtesy, righteousness and shame.
Extended data
School bullying mostly occurs in primary and secondary schools. School bullying is divided into violence committed by a single person, violence committed by a few people and violence committed by many people. The implementation environment areas are mostly secluded places around the campus or inaccessible, and even openly bullying in public areas of the campus, causing physical and mental harm to students.
On July 5, 20 18, in order to solve the problem of school bullying in Beijing, the Ministry of Education first issued the bullying control plan for primary and secondary schools in Beijing: school bullying must report it within a limited time. On June165438+1October 12, Guangdong issued a plan to control school bullying, calling it bullying. 111October 2 1 day, the sixth session of the standing Committee of the 17th Tianjin municipal people's congress voted to adopt the provisions of Tianjin municipality on the prevention and control of school bullying, which shall come into force as of the date of promulgation.