Poetry about a campus full of books: 1. What are the ancient poems about "scholarly campus"?
1, "Bai Xueshi Caotang" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Siming lost his official position in the An-Shi War, and often consulted the imperial administration, and all the people with him were the imperial history. He built a hut on the steep blue mountain and lived in seclusion.
But he still studied as hard as Li Dong Fang Shuo, a writer of Han Dynasty. Although he is still young, he has finished his studies.
Outside the hut, Xiangyun, like a car cover, gathered together closely and followed the path like a flood.
Since ancient times, glory and wealth must come from diligence, and knowledgeable people should read a group of books like cypress trees to seek fame.
Explanation:
The Anshi Rebellion made Bai Xueshi lose his official position. In the past, he often participated in state affairs and spoke frankly. He built his own hut on the steep blue mountain and lived in seclusion here.
But he still studied as hard as Dong Fangshuo, a writer in the Han Dynasty. Although he is very young, he is very successful in his studies.
Looking at the outdoor hut, Xiangyun gathered as dense as a car cover, and the autumn water flowed along the road as fast as the flood burst its banks.
Since ancient times, wealth must be obtained through hard work, and people of insight should read as widely as Bai Xueshi to become famous.
2. Read Shan Hai Jing, the first part of Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
Xia Meng is lush in this season, and my home is surrounded by green trees.
Birds seem to be satisfied with their food. I love my thatched cottage.
After farm work, I often come back to read my favorite books.
Live in a secluded village lane, away from the noise, even if old friends drive back.
Busy spring wine, picking vegetables in the garden.
The drizzle blows from the east, accompanied by a fresh breeze.
Extensive reading "Biography of Zhou Wang", browse the book of mountains and seas.
What could be happier than this view of the universe?
Explanation:
In Xia Meng, there are lush vegetation and green trees around my home. The bird seems very happy. I like my cabin.
After farm work, I often come back to read my favorite books. Living in a secluded village lane, away from the noise, even my old friend go on road trip turned around.
I am happily drinking spring wine and picking vegetables in the garden. The drizzle came from the east, mixed with the refreshing wind.
Read the Biography of Zhou Wang extensively and browse the map of mountains and seas. What could be happier than looking at the universe from one stadium to another?
3, "Reading" Tang Dynasty: Pi Rixiu
What is family fortune? It's accumulated.
Gao Zhai Xiao opened the book and spoke only in the language of saints.
Although Yingxian is a different world, it has been in love since ancient times.
It is better to see a mullet on the table than any other couple.
Explanation:
What is the property at home? It is a room full of books.
Open the book slowly in the beautiful and quiet study, wander in the sea of books and talk to the sages.
Although people with both ability and political integrity are not in the same era, they have always praised and appreciated each other since ancient times.
4. "Reading every other drum in autumn night is a festival" Song Dynasty: Lu You
The pedant sighs unremarkable and is only willing to make up stories.
White hair mercilessly invades old age, and green lights smell childhood.
High-powered tactics spread cold, and the drums in winter and winter forced sleep.
Autumn night is getting hungry, and a cup of yam enters Qiongmi.
Explanation:
I am a pedantic Confucian scholar. Alas, I have been mediocre all my life, but I only love the works left by my predecessors and never cheat me.
White hair climbs relentlessly to the top of the head and gradually enters old age, but the green light of reading is still as kind and tasteful as childhood.
The tall buttonwood rustled and a chill came. I became interested in reading, and suddenly fell asleep while listening.
The autumn night is long and hungry, and it is difficult to study again. A cup of yam and potato porridge is better than that delicious food.
5. Guan Shu in Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian.
My feelings for books are like friends for many years, and there will always be sadness or joy in the morning and evening.
In front of countless words, there is no worldly thought in my heart.
Fresh ideas emerge one after another, like the wind in the east wind, flowers are new.
Roaming the golden saddle, the dignitaries are still lamenting that it is hard to find a product, and they don't believe that there is no spring scenery in this study.
Explanation:
My feelings for books are like friends for many years. Sooner or later, I am always accompanied by sadness or happiness.
After browsing countless words in front of me, there is no earthly worldly distractions in my heart.
Fresh ideas emerge one after another, just like flowers and willows in the east wind.
After walking through the golden saddle, the dignitaries are still lamenting that the trace is hard to find. I can't believe that there is no spring scenery in this study.
2. Poetry describing the academic atmosphere on campus
Close to the campus
My steps are as light as leaves.
A green skull grows in the juice of sunlight.
Breastfeeding place
Look for some clear lines, distant lights and flowers.
At this point, we are relatively silent.
Look at each other but still be happy in your own way.
You use the simplest method
Bite by bite, hello
My childhood growing up
I lifted you above my head with my eyes.
The one opposite the village head
A river that keeps changing its direction.
But never get lost.
Your ripples, so far
Still rippling
My eternal warmth
Warm tables and chairs
Or those old friends
Unfamiliar and familiar
Or those simple ones that can't be simpler.
Tables and chairs
Nicknames when I was a child, some nicknames with strong earthy flavor.
Run merrily on the table
Run and run, and the flowers will bloom.
Shouting, love has grown up.
3. Poems about "Books are all over the campus"
Walking alone, facing the sunshine, smoke, glasses, school uniform, narrowed eyes are as quiet as water. Winter plum falls on the loess road, with a dreamy fragrance. Boys walk past girls and occasionally go up and down. Where are the pale yellow plums of bicycles? At sunset, this 20-story building made a gloomy poem and a romantic moonlit night. Bare tree trunks stood in two rows, and a heart fell into dust and a tear completed a memorial service. 2. In spring, you sow hope.
In autumn, you have a bumper harvest. You don't expect anything.
Just quietly plowing the fields. When we achieved results, your face was full of smiles.
When we do something wrong, you always educate us patiently. When we lost confidence, you inspired us to work hard with your hopeful vision.
God gave us wings leading to our dreams, and we cheered and ran, while you silently prayed for us. In exchange for our healthy growth.
Maybe you don't know how many spring and autumn years you have cultivated, but the years have quietly climbed up your face. You have paid with no regrets and cultivated generations of new people.
Ah! -I praise you, teacher. Your youth has contributed to the "four modernizations", and your image shines in the construction team. You are a candle to light the darkness, and a torch to burn in winter.
Birds song for you, flowers bloom for you. On the road to prosperity for our motherland, we run very fast.
I am looking for your sad smile in the dream-weaving sky. It floats slightly in the grass, telling your golden dream. This dream is your only wealth. It's a pity that it disappeared too quickly, leaving behind your sad face. Don't pin your hopes on it. Don't cry your eyes red. Don't be so hazy about your wishes. Learn from the insect with broken wings but strong flying, and complete your beautiful dream in this life. I regret to see that the yellow and cold wind that filled the sky that day brought you parting. Nothing is more bleak than leaving you, which makes sad thoughts drift. The days of gathering are always fascinating, always fascinating, but it is so sad and lonely when leaving. How can you and I be willing to bury our friendship? Although we are lost and confused, we should try our best to explore it instead of forgetting to cherish it. When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, when the smoke of ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly paved the road. Beautiful snowflakes are written on the ashes of hope: believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, when my flowers are attached to other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the desolate land of frosted vines: Believe in the future. I will wave the waves rushing to the horizon with my fingers. I will hold the sun with my palm. Warm and beautiful pen, written by my child: believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the future. Children's eyes, she has eyelashes to push away the dust of history, and she has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy, contemptuous smiles and bitter taunts to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people will give enthusiastic, objective and fair comments on countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes of our spine. I am anxiously waiting for my friends' comments on them. I firmly believe in the future, unyielding efforts, young people who overcome death, the future and love life. When my eyes wander between two magnolia trees and two young girls, it naturally brings me closer to the shadow of autumn, an indescribable hidden pain. The autumn wind is tight in the corridor, and leaves are falling in succession. Muse is only one meter away. The girl walked under the tree with two fallen leaves behind them. God's eyes are falling behind this poem. The autumn wind was tight, and several gangsters rushed into the campus. The girl is like a frightened bird. The harm is invisible, even if I am. Why should poetry face the reality when standing in front of gangsters? Magnolia's iron hands make a fragile sound in the air, and our fate is so similar. Autumn wind is tight. Two girls fall into late autumn. Poetry is the reason why I close my eyes and oppose independence. I think it's time to bury the rest of the words alive. A coffin as big as a mouth is not without words. This is too hard to say. Sometimes what you say is like an electric fan that has been in disrepair for years. Sometimes what you just said will be interrupted by the song of a bird. I admit that for students, it is far more beautiful than me. At this time, the light obviously increased the child's privacy and passed through the corner like lightning. Unfortunately, the broom can no longer stop the girl's crazy curve. When we all shut up, the images of those inexplicable words and symbols are clamoring for separation. What should I do? I try to find my motherland on the miniature globe, and I try to prove: children, we are not enemies. We should go home together.
4. Poetry describing the academic atmosphere on campus
Approaching the campus, my steps are like fallen leaves. A green skull is moistened and dyed by the juice of the sun, and the earth is looking for some clear lines of poetry, distant light and flowers. At this time, we are relatively silent, but we are still happy in our own way. You nurtured my childhood in the simplest way. I will look at you with my eyes. Raise your head and cross the river at the head of the village, but don't get lost. Your ripples are still rippling my endless warmth. Tables and chairs are still childhood nicknames of old friends who are unfamiliar and familiar, and those simple tables and chairs that can't be simpler. Some earthy nicknames are running wildly on the desktop, flowers are blooming and screaming, and love is growing.
5. Elegant campus poems
once
always
We are preparing for the Olympic bid.
Rush
We strongly hope that.
can
History has given us
Too much trauma-
Just one sentence "sick man of East Asia"
accidentally
Let us be confused again and again.
Children in China
Always strong.
They are convinced that-
Will certainly gain hope.
therefore
The first "five consecutive championships" in the world volleyball world
Unprecedented in Olympic history
Men and women skeet champions
First place in the NBA
Asian experts
.
All these/these
Proved to the world.
China resolutely stood out.
The rising sun in the east.
Recall the past-
How much was lost?
How bitter it is
How much sadness
How slim
.
Look at now.
We will never hesitate again.
We have become one of the world sports.
strong
A warm scene
Full of hope
All focused on Beijing-
Victory and glory in 2008
Interpretation of "Beijing Auspicious" in Olympic Poetry
-Dedicated to the 2008 Olympic Games
The flame was lit in 2008.
Beijing is proud of its chest.
So broad
So majestic
As majestic as the front door.
Open as a square.
As round as the Temple of Heaven.
The Forbidden City is as bright as it is.
As wide as Kunming Lake.
Badaling is equally spectacular.
Millennium ancient capital
Embrace five continents and four seas
Hold up the August sun.
Through a hundred years of time and space
Review the changes of the Olympic Games
Connect harmony with the whole world.
Spread love to all countries.
One world, one dream
The same cavity is strong and the spectrum is gorgeous.
The pain of sleeping in Yuanmingyuan
Arouse a desire for peace
Will contain five thousand years of tolerance.
Heal the wounds of the past
Casting today's glory
A group of heroes gathered in Beijing.
The heroism is full of Yanshan Mountain.
Let the flowing clouds bring pure piety.
Pray to God in the Hall of Prayer for the New Year.
God bless my country.
Thunder inspired my athletes.
The five-star red flag raised a sense of pride.
The gold medal inlaid with jade shines brilliantly.
Tears merged into a big ocean current.
Passion poured into Juyongguan
The autumn wind bursts with blessings.
Autumn geese are calling.
Beijing, auspicious
China, auspicious
Two articles
6. What are the ancient poems about "scholarly campus handwritten newspaper"?
1、
Seeking harmony, respecting teachers and retiring
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year.
Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs.
Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.
Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.
Interpretation: The peaks are steep, climbing the sky of Moby, and you don't have to remember the happy year.
Open thick clouds to find ancient mountain roads, and strange trees listen to paintings and flow springs.
There are green cows lying in the warm flowers, and white cranes sleeping on the tall pine branches.
Yong Zun and I talked until the river was shrouded in dusk, so we had to walk down the misty cold mountain alone.
2、
Feng he Gong Ling lvyetang planting flowers
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The green field hall occupies the splendor of things, and passers-by show you your home.
Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall?
Interpretation: After the completion of the Green Field Hall, it occupied the essence of all things. Passers-by pointed to the house and said that it was Pei's home.
Pei's students are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of and behind the house?
3、
Hsinchu
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
I will come out again the next year and grow taller.
Interpretation: New bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth depends entirely on old branches.
New ones will grow and grow taller next year.
4、
A distant teacher
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Interpretation: When will I, a DPRK official, Henan Temple Ziyuan, meet again?
Probably have to wait until there is nothing secular in my heart.
5. "Hope of Spring"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Interpretation: Chang' an fell and the country was broken, leaving only mountains and rivers; Spring has come, and Chang 'an, which is sparsely populated, has dense vegetation.
Sentimental state affairs, tears can't help splashing, birds are heart-pounding, which only increases sadness but not hatred.
The continuous war has lasted for more than half a year, and there are few letters from home. A letter is worth twelve thousand gold.
Worried, scratching my head, my white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can't insert it.