Poetry about the source of life 1. Hometown is the source of life.
1. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; I think about it today, it's raining -> 2. Mourning can make you cry, but looking far away can make you return to China-Folk Songs of Han Yuefu > 3. Humayi North Wind, Crossing the South Branch of Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems of Han Dynasty > 4. But how much affection does an inch of grass have-Don Meng Jiao > 5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi > 6. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Tang Wang Wei > 7. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-photo by Song Liqing > 9. I miss my relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei > 10. I don't know who will fall at the moon tonight-Tang Wangjian > 1 1. Everyone is getting unfamiliar with the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like Laoshan-Downs Kontu > 12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi > 13. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains the same. -Tang He Zhang Zhi > 14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu >; 15. Sadness is more than sadness. Parting-Warring States. Chu. Qu Yuan > 16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of clothing is slow-Han. > 17. After the wild goose falls, the flowers bloom before the moon falls-Sui Xue Daoheng > 18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. You can go further and live-Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty > 19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu > 20. It's easier to see when you're away. The water is gone in spring. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu > 2 1. It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other. As for the stars in the morning and evening-Don Du Fu >; 22. Advise you to drink one more glass of wine. There is no reason to go abroad-Don Wang Wei > 23. Mochow has no bosom friend in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows a gentleman-Tang > 24. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun —— Li Bai > 25. The last time we met in the flowers, in the flowers where we parted, it has been a year since it bloomed today-Don Wei Wu Ying > 26. Long before I met her, time had passed, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind has started, and a hundred flowers are blooming-Don Li Shangyin > 27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. -Don Mutu > 28 years old. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid sad parting-Don Mutu > 29. Peach, plum, spring breeze, a glass of wine, a lamp for ten years. -Huang Song Ting Jian > 30. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang > 3 1. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -Shi > 32 years old. I hope people will live long and take Wan Li Road. -stone >.
2. Poems about "Life"
Just last night, the leaves really fell.
One maple leaf after another, with the coolness of autumn.
With the wind, in a dream blown away by thoughts, gently
I know, I pray.
From the point of view of nature, there is not a green leaf.
On another green leaf, except for the sweet raindrops,
Moist dew, only accompanied by green, swaying palms brush the clouds in animation day together.
The only standing trunk and nature sing loudly. But a piece of autumn leaves finally fell.
Which is unforgettable yesterday, and which is the journey of folding wings and flying obliquely?
Which is a dreamlike interpretation of life, and which is an unforgettable feeling of life?
Never thought in my life, never said hello in my life.
Dew, curled up in the dense, Millennium destiny moon.
For whom it falls quietly, and for whom it rises in surprise.
Say goodbye to the colorful seasons and the depths of the trembling years.
Who was the first pioneer who walked against the wind and was born with the color of a dragon?
Dancing in the land handed down from generation to generation, standing in the sky.
Who wants to finally wait in the boundless cold current and roll up the charm of the East?
Stand proudly in the lonely time and space. Facing the candlelight
Facing the fallen leaves everywhere, I was covered with secular dust.
Jump into the white lotus, but you can't sit still in the autumn leaves.
Through the songs of childhood, go for a walk in autumn leaves.
Quite critical, knowledge tree
With the rhythm of nature, green is growing.
In the quiet and profound, deep and high-pitched voice of nature
Put the legend and quality of trees on the branches in rural Shan Ye.
It is also a city street with thunder and lightning, a mottled heart, from leaves to branches.
From branch to root, it is not to show off the twists and turns of the journey.
The glory of self is just a flag of the soil.
In the first and last moments of life, call for warm sunshine.
An autumn leaf, so it really fell.
In yesterday's dream, in my waiting.
With the coolness of autumn, with the wind, gently, without the wind.
Not resting in the clouds, but reflecting the persistence of the years on the eternal season river.
Turn the complex from generation to generation into a crane that breeds life or the ultimate life.
Falling autumn leaves is another cycle of life.
3. Poetry that urgently seeks the source of water life
"Tianya Poetry Society" [Poetry] That drop of water
The season of dripping into ice
I thought of that drop of water.
Inspired by the sun
It broke free.
Binding of lattice
The cold of winter
Hanging on an iceberg
When the person in front falls down.
Falling and breaking
The season from spring to the earth.
I thought of that drop of water.
It should kiss the core of the flower.
Only next year.
Elegant bud
Summer when the river is raging.
I thought of that drop of water.
It should be the snuggling of countless relatives
it will be
Turn a blind eye to the east
have neither complaint nor regret
The season of golden breeze
I thought of that drop of water.
Lined with boundless wheat waves
It has become a reality.
Ripe ears of grain
Tears of joy at harvest
Guanqianjiang tidal bore
Tanhukou waterfall flies
I thought of that drop of water.
Have mercy on all sentient beings
Enjoy the green trees.
I thought of that drop of water.
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4. Poems about life
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There are also the following contents for reference:
◇ The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night (Confucius)
Life between heaven and earth, if fleeting, suddenly. (Zhuangzi)
◇ The sky can be mended, the sea can be filled, and the South Mountain can be moved. The sun and the moon have passed, so you can't chase them. (Zeng Guofan)
Do you love life? Then don't waste time, because time is the substance of life. (Franklin)
A waste of time is a waste of life. (Kawabata Yasunari)
Time abandoned him who abandoned time. (Shakespeare)
Time is life, time is speed, and time is power. (Guo Moruo)
Time is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze, there is always something. (Lu Xun)
Time is made up of minutes, and people who are good at using sporadic time will achieve greater success. (China)
Of all the critics, the greatest, the most correct and the most talented is time. (belinsky)
Take time to think about what you have done all day, whether it is positive or negative. (dimitrov)
The fastest and slowest, longest and shortest, most common and most precious, most easily overlooked and most regrettable thing in the world is time. (Gorky)
If you don't come back in the prime of life, it will be difficult to get up in the morning. It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one. (Tao Yuanming)
Tomorrow is tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring. Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk. A hundred years tomorrow can be geometric, please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia "Tomorrow Song")
5. Poetry related to life
May life be as bright as summer flowers and death as beautiful as autumn leaves-Tagore's poem.
There are two things in the world that are not as good as death-The White Ballad of the White Head.
Above, he looks for the green void, below, the yellow spring-Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
No one has died in life since ancient times. Let's stay in the heart of the Han Dynasty. _ _ _ Wen Tianxiang
All the saints have been forgotten.
Only the drinker kept his name-Li Bai.
Life is precious.
Love is more expensive.
If you are free.
You can throw both-petofi.
Li Qingzhao wrote a poem by Xiang Yu.
Life and death is only a thought, but it is another impact on the soul.
Life is a hero, and death is a hero.
Fanxing
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The trembling of thousands of hectares of land—
The dark edge of the island
The moon has risen.
the origin of life
Land of the dead!
6. Poems about life
1, the boundless grassland comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Bai Juyi's "Farewell to Fu Gu Cao Yuan"
2. The sunflower in the green garden is exposed to the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age. "Long song" Author: Anonymous
3. The Yellow Emperor said: Husband has been born since ancient times, and the foundation of life is based on Yin and Yang. Between heaven and earth, within Liuhe, its qi Kyushu, nine orifices, five internal organs and twelve knots are all related to the weather. On anger soaring to the sky
4, the world says that the deceased is a ghost, knowing it can harm people. Try to test it with something The dead are not ghosts, ignorant and can't harm people. On Wang Chong's Death
5, Mohism, that people die without life; According to Confucianism, when a person dies, there is life. People who say that there is life, look at Xia Zi's words, "Live and die together, and wealth is in the sky". Those who say nothing, the capital of Liyang is a lake (; The general of the State of Qin surrendered to Zhao at the beginning of the day and died in Changping. Four hundred people died at the same time. Wang Chong's "Meaning of Life"
6, people are born, but I don't know why; People know what they know, but they don't know why. Luxury Music by Lv Buwei and his disciples.
7. Water is the source of life. I hope my friends can recommend some poems about water.
Falling flowers are intentional, and running water is ruthless.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
The mountain is the collection of eyebrows, and the water is the eyes. From a distance, the mountains are high and the clouds are light, and the colors are bright. When you look closer, you can only hear the sound of water, but there is no sound.
Rivers are thousands of miles away, and there are clouds in Wan Li. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. On March 3rd, Spring Festival, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful people gathered in Qujiang, Chang 'an.
Autumn waters * * * sky color, sunset lonely Qi Fei. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
The geese never answered me, and the rivers, lakes and seas were flooded by rain. I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves. This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
Jun Qing asked the flowing water in the East if it could go further than the love of friends! . The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water in the rough waves is crystal clear, you can hold my tassel; The water in the rough waves is so turbid that it can be used to drown my feet.
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs? "Jiaxu") What is water? The mountain island is towering.
(Cao Cao: "Looking at the Sea") White hair floats with green water, and red palm stirs clear waves. (Luo: Ode to the Goose) Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River.
(Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain") The mountains and rivers have not recovered, and there is another village. (Lu You: A Tour of Shanxi Village) Taohuatan is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as deep as Wang Lun.
(Li Bai: A gift for Wang Lun) The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: "Zhi Zhu Ci") At sunrise, the river is red as fire, and in spring, the river is blue.
(Bai Juyi: "Remembering Jiangnan") Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. (Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi") Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the duck prophet of Chunjiang plumbing.
(Su Shi: The Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong) One river and spring water protect the ridge of the field, and two mountains are covered with green flowers, asking where the canal is so clear. Only flowing water comes from the source. Wang Changling entered Wu Hanyu into the river at night, and relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other, and there was Bing Xin in the jade pot. Li Bai was about to leave by boat, but suddenly he heard someone singing on the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun. Fireworks were set off in Yangzhou in March. Sailing alone, the sky is blue, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. Su Shi nian nu jiao da Jiang dong went to the waves to wash away, and he was a romantic figure through the ages. The cultural landscape on the west side of the base is the red cliff in the reflection of Zhou Lang, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and heroes come forth in large numbers for a time. Think back to Gong Jin. When Joe got married for the first time, he was handsome and dashing. He fanned his black silk scarf and talked and laughed. Life is like a dream, and there are statues on the moon. On the day of Xu Zhimo's Cloud Tour, you wandered freely and lightly in the sky. You don't want to stay on the other side of the sky or in the corner of the earth. Your happiness is unimpeded, and you inadvertently have a first-class river on the humble ground, although your brilliance touched his ethereal spirit and awakened him when crossing the road. What he holds tightly is a dense sadness, because it can't stand still in the beautiful scenery; He wants you to fly over Qian Shan and cast a wider shadow of the lake and sea! He is wasting away for you, the first-class stream, in the hope of incompetence, I hope you will fly back! Yesterday, I had to leave Bolt and me to say goodbye to Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou. It hurts my heart even more today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow. Guan Yu > Guan Heming's osprey, a small state with a river.
A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her. If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day.
Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again. Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple. Pull shepherd's purse from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her. Jia Jian > White dew is frost.
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water
(Everything else has a province) Liu Yuxi's bamboo words are pink, and the water in Shu hits the mountain stream. A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.
Mr. Li Shangyin's "Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night" asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. When * * * was cutting candles at the west window, he talked about the late rain. When Yuan Zhen left, he thought that the sea was difficult for water, and forever Amber looked back at Hua lazily, partly because he was a monk. Bai Juyi's Sauvignon Blanc, swimming in the water, flows to Guazhou Ancient Ferry, and Wu Shan is a little sad. Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building.
The wind blew through the Golden Gate in Feng Yansi, blowing a pool of spring water. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the almond core with your hand.
Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely. He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling.
Li Chi Ngai Operator I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the tail of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Li Qingzhao cut plum, red lotus root and jade. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.