My friend appointed Bo on the wall around the third district of Qin Dynasty, separated by a layer of fog, to merge five rivers into one river. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials ran counter to each other. However, when China kept our friendship, heaven was still our neighbor. Why did you wander at the fork in the road and the children used towels? Lover: Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi remembered Su Shi's dream on the 20th night of the first month.
Fairy Festival: The silver candle in the mountain city is cold in spring, and the solitary phoenix tree sprinkles the Qingjiang River. The clouds are light and the wind is light, Shu Yanyan crosses, the azure road is vast, and the cold smoke locks the hills slightly. The weeping willow bridge was lightly frosted, and Fang Fei told his heart.
2. Poems before leaving the army Who has poems dedicated by soldiers ~ ~ ~?
Leave home
Far away
It's too late to turn back
Hold back grief
I really want to see it.
I really want to see my elderly parents again.
Oh; Don't stop in a hurry.
Peace and stability are our ideals.
Stride and sing softly.
We are wearing green rings.
Yueer Wan Wan
Stars shine
I dreamed of the familiar appearance of my loved ones.
Quietly harvest silent love
Miss as if
Missing is like that thick wall.
Oh; Dreams in my heart have wings.
Believe in love between children.
A cavity of filial piety, ah a cavity of blood.
A spoony, a shot in the arm.
Soldiers can't forget.
Brilliant life
Soldiers can't complain
The desire in my heart
Soldiers are spirits in the sea of hearts.
Soldiers are under the national emblem.
A group of hot-blooded men
3. She carefully sewed and thoroughly mended her ancient poem Ode to a Wanderer, the thread in the hands of Meng Jiao and Tang Cimu, and made 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?
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze? Second, appreciation: deep maternal love bathes children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child.
This description is an ordinary scene of a loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings. About the author: Meng Jiao, (75 1~8 14), a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
The word dongye. Han nationality, born in Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang), originally from Pingchang (now northeast of Linyi, Shandong) and living in Luoyang (now Henan).
A famous poet in Tang Dynasty. There are more than 500 existing poems, most of which are short five-character ancient poems, which are represented as Ode to a Wanderer.
Known as the "poet's prison", it is also as famous as Jia Dao, and is called "Jiaohan Island Thin". In the ninth year of Yuanhe, he died in Ganxiang (now Lingbao, Henan).
Zhang Ji married Mr Yao Zhen privately.
4. What are the words that describe people before they die?
When you're dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, dying.
Explanation of words:
Bring back to life: refers to the sky shining briefly because of the reflection of light at sunset. It is a metaphor for people's sudden awakening or temporary excitement when they are dying.
Die unsatisfied: it means die unsatisfied. It means that when a person dies, there are still things in his heart that he can't let go. Now it is often used to describe extreme reluctance.
Dying: the appearance of weak breathing. There is only one breath left. Describe a near-death state
Terminal illness: The ancients called the apical fat "ointment", and the space between the heart and diaphragm was called "gall". Describe the condition as very serious and incurable. Metaphor things to the point of irretrievable.
To linger on: it means to keep breathing before dying. Metaphor is a temporary survival.
Breath is so weak: the breath and signs describing life are very weak, indicating that life is disappearing.
On my deathbed: on my deathbed: this refers to a long illness, and later refers to a serious illness and death; International: When? When he was dying.
Celebrity's last words:
1, the French philosopher Sidi said before his death, "I don't understand why people are born, why they live and why they die, and I still don't understand."
2. An Englishman, Che Stilton, famously said, "The ending is clear. There are light and darkness in the world, and everyone can only choose one. "
3. rabelais: It's time to put down the curtain. The farce is over.
4. Dandong: You can show my head to the public. My head is worth seeing.
Churchill: I am ready to meet God, whether God is ready to torture me or not.
Describe Yan Jiansheng before his death:
All relatives and six relatives came to say hello. Five nephews shuttled to accompany the doctor to get the medicine. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the doctor stopped taking medicine and called all the family members of Guanzhuang from the village. I was too sick to talk for three days in a row. People who squeeze a room at night light a lamp on the table. Yan Jiansheng's throat is full of phlegm, but he can't stop breathing. He also took his hand out of the sheet and held out two fingers. The eldest nephew stepped forward and asked, "Uncle, don't you have two relatives who have never met?" He shook his head two or three times. The second nephew stepped forward and asked, "Uncle, there are still two dollars there, I didn't tell you?" He opened his eyes wide, shook his head a few times and tightened his fingers. The nurse hugged her brother's socket and said, "Sir, I think it's because my two uncles are not here, so I remember." Hearing this, he shook his head with his eyes closed and his hand just pointed. Zhao quickly wiped his tears, stepped forward and said, "Sir, what others say is irrelevant, only I know what you mean! You ordered two corduroies for that lamp. Don't worry, you may have wasted oil. I'll pick one now. " Say, busy to pick a stem. They looked at Jane, nodded, hung their hands and died.
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