Ancient poems and sentences ease the pressure of life

1. Ancient poems and sentences about decompression

Ancient poems about relieving stress 1. Ancient poems about stress

Zheng Xie's Bamboo Stone in Qing Dynasty.

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.

After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

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This song focuses on the tenacity and persistence of bamboo. It is a poem about Yanzhu, a poem about things, a poem about Yanzhu that personifies the word "bite" and conveys its charm; The last two sentences further describe the character of Yanzhu. After numerous hardships, Yanzhu has grown into a particularly tall and straight figure, and has never been afraid of the strong winds in the east, west, north and south. Zheng Xie not only wrote beautiful poems about bamboo, but also painted it vividly. In his words, he painted bamboo to comfort the working people in the world. So this poem is written on the surface of bamboo, but in fact it is written on people, and it is written on the author's own upright and stubborn character. He will never bow to any evil forces. At the same time, this poem can also touch our lives, overcome difficulties in a tortuous and harsh environment, face reality, be as strong and brave as Yanzhu, and reflect the feelings of patriots.

It is also a poem that supports Yanzhu's tenacity and expresses his integrity and integrity.

The language of this poem is simple and lively, but it is persistent and powerful. It vividly describes the free, firm and optimistic character of bamboo, which was born in a harsh environment and grew up in danger. Bamboo took root and sprouted in the broken rocks, and was hit by wind, snow, rain and frost, but it was the word "bite" that described the tenacity of bamboo. The word "Ren" in the last sentence also shows the spirit of bamboo, which is fearless, generous and optimistic.

2. Poetry about stress

1, spring sorrow

Qing dynasty: Qiu

Spring sorrow is hard to vent, so I look at the distant mountains with strong spirits. The past is shocking and tears will flow down.

Four million Taiwan Province compatriots burst into tears. Today last year, the day when the motherland was ceded!

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Spring worries are hard to get rid of, and I am forced to look at the distant mountains. The past was shocking and tears streamed down my face. Four million Taiwan Province compatriots shouted in unison. Today last year was the day when the motherland's treasure island was ceded!

2, partridge day, go upstairs to avoid worry.

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

If you want to go upstairs to avoid sadness, sadness will follow me upstairs. After several changes, many relatives and friends have become old friends.

Go find Hugh. Go find Hugh. Don't all adults have to be blocked? The origin of clouds is uncertain. They are as free as clouds.

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My heart wanted to see the beautiful scenery upstairs to avoid sadness, but sadness followed me up the tall building. I have gone through several places, and the mountains and rivers have changed beyond recognition. Many relatives and friends have lost their heads.

Go home and retire. Go home and retire. Does everyone have to go to the frontier fortress to make meritorious deeds? There is no fixed place for floating clouds. How free I am to come and go, just as I like floating clouds.

3. Ugly slaves. It seems that the day is coming recently.

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

Recently, sadness seems to fall from the sky, so who can help each other? Who cares about each other? Create another day of sadness.

They all put the endless things now and now on the edge of sadness. Put it on the edge of sadness. But moved to Jiuquan.

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Recently, my sadness is as great as the sky. Who can understand and sympathize with me? No one can understand and sympathize with me, so I want to make sadness and pain as big as the sky.

People like to put the endless events of ancient times and the events of today in sadness. Although I also have a lot of sadness, I prefer to drink wine to ease my sadness.

4. lament sadness

Song Dynasty: Stone Elephants

Easy come, late go.

The flowers behind the door are like flowers in spring, and when the window culvert wakes up.

Soft as grass, messy as a thousand miles.

In addition to being good at singing and dancing, where else can the world not follow?

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When you come, you will sneak into the darkness, and when you go, you will slowly wander; Half hanging on the forehead, half hidden in the heart. Spring flowers are all red, and tears are undercurrent at the door; The waning moon is full of windows in the middle of the night, and the wine wakes up and stays alone for a long time.

Like a boundless weed, the wind continues, soft and gentle; It's like a tangle of silk on the ground, tangled and messy, with no tail and no head. Who can be carefree except powerful people? Look around the world, ask everywhere, no matter where there is sorrow!

5. Operator Yongmei.

Song dynasty: Lu you

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

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There is a broken bridge outside the post station, and the plum blossoms bloom alone, and no one asks. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to try their best to compete for favor, and they don't care about the jealousy and rejection of flowers. Even if it withers, grinds into mud and turns to dust, plum blossoms still exude a faint fragrance as always.

3. Poetry about stress

one day

It's like just coming out of the depths of the swamp.

In the bright morning light, I closed my dreaming eyes.

Until the smell of vermicelli cake

Wake me up completely

The men and women around you

With the excitement of shuttle

I began to face a pair of dark eyes.

The sun shines through the glass desktop of the podium.

Penetrating bright red nail polish and fatigue between feet.

Last night, because of a phone call

I have insomnia all night.

Even at lunchtime.

I didn't understand the details of lip frequency movement in a class.

Numb by repetition

Save because of numbness

I only eat tofu and cut vegetables.

Save chewing.

Save salt and sesame oil.

Save the chopped green onion and chicken essence.

Just chew a little pepper when you eat.

Remember a specific city.

I am still alive.

In the advanced stage of customization

Soap and shampoo

When water vapor climbs on the tiles,

You look sad all day.

Finally found a trace of feminine moisture.

My long hair scattered around the pillow is mixed with white hair.

Dreams, tears, girls, white sails, waves and bitterness.

If-

I will still miss you.

Love taught me to write poetry.

Love taught me to write poetry.

Teach me to live.

Teach me in a mobile city.

See a green wall.

I grew up.

When you have white hair.

I drink

Sip it slowly.

The nerves of the years are my heartstrings.

Tremble, tremble

Shaking mottled shadows of trees

I know I missed it.

But just because I missed it

Today I want to write poetry and love.

McDonald's in autumn afternoon

My memory

No back

Only those who rush in in the autumn afternoon

A pair of eyes wet with drizzle

In a crowded McDonald's

The loneliness of monopolizing a seat.

Is exploding into popcorn.

Be swallowed up by him

Grateful, he said

Think of the Kunming mouse in the cage in Barnava, Rico, desert. A phone call can shorten the missing.

Facing each other like the green hills on both sides of the Three Gorges.

Never hug each other, half happiness, half pain.

I sit.

A city that will never be your neighbor.

As crowded as McDonald's.

I hope I can be a mountain next to goddess peak.

But you have to promise me.

Never.

Turn over the car body

Reasons for writing poetry

Like to write poetry.

Even if one sentence is complete.

This view of my life.

Can find a little beauty.

This has never happened before.

Be keen on simple words

Be keen on getting old in the sun.

Learn to like yourself.

My intention

Every time you turn on the computer, it will rise.

And fade away quietly every time I form a poem.

open one's eyes

The fierceness of floating smile.

I long for blindness.

Miss my lover quietly

If I encode the text,

If you count it as poetry

I must be among the rolling rubbish around me.

Die smiling.

Fake. Really?

I'm carrying a present in the dark.

Like a ghost

Smile at everyone in the morning.

deceiver

Full of praise for sb.

Flowers in a fake flower bed

Campus lip-synching

deceiver

Even the children gave me a green frog.

It's also fake.

I am a false beneficiary.

But to spread the truth of suffering day after day.

I will be eliminated sooner or later.

Because, I cried.

I cried, my tears are real.

When snowflakes turn into bread crumbs

I waited in the cold.

One starts from a distance

Someone is trying to wipe my tears.

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