In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, and will last until dawn before the next step. -Tang Duoling Author: Liu Guo Style: The word reed leaves are full of Tingzhou, with shallow cold sand.
Twenty years have passed, South Tower. Liu Xia's mooring is not stable yet, but it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days.
The yellow crane broke the rock head. Have you ever been there? Old rivers and mountains are new troubles. I want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it.
-Youth Tour Author: Liu Yong genre: the word "Chang 'an ancient road is slow, high willow chaos. "Sunset birds, autumn wind on the original, eye broken for four days.
The clouds that have gone are traceless. Where is the expectation of the past? The spirit of debauchery has faded, and there are fewer drinking companions in the past. Now I am not as young as before. -Young Author: Chao Buzhi's "Infinite Official Willow", without this willow painting Agger, without this traveler.
Nanshan is still seeing each other off, only separated by high city people. Painting garden and brook garden, all over again, all in the past.
Liu Lang's sideburns are like this, the color of peach blossoms. -
Now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it, but I want to talk about it, but it is a cool autumn. -Bodhisattva Man Author: Wei Zhuang Style: Words Now think of Jiangnan music, when I was young, I had a thin spring shirt.
I rode my horse in Damascus and leaned against the bridge. The women on the ground were conquered by my heroism. The boudoir barrier twists and turns, setting off the deep, which is where I am intoxicated.
Now if I can be like that again, I won't want to come back until I'm old.
2. Poems recalling the friendship between teenagers: Young beauty listens to the rain.
Author: Jie Jiang genre: Ci
Teenagers listen to the rain in the song building,
The red candle is weak.
In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,
The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listen to the rain monk,
The temple is full of stars.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,
Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.
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Tang duoling
Author: Liu Guo genre: Ci
Reed leaves are full of Tingzhou, and the cold sand zone is shallow.
Twenty years have passed, South Tower.
Liu Xia's mooring is not stable yet, but it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days.
The yellow crane broke the rock head. Have you ever been there?
Old rivers and mountains are new troubles.
I want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it.
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journey
Author: Liu Yong genre: Ci
On the ancient road of Chang 'an, riding a thin horse slowly, Gao Liu Qiu Chan screamed.
Outside the sunset bird, the autumn wind and the moon are on the original, and the eyes are broken for four days.
The clouds that have gone are traceless. Where is the expectation of the past?
The spirit of debauchery has faded, and there are fewer drinking companions in the past. Now I am not as young as before.
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Recall a teenager
Author: Chao
Infinite official willow, no willow painting Ge, no root walker.
Nanshan is still seeing each other off, only separated by high city people.
Painting garden and brook garden, all over again, all in the past.
Liu Lang's sideburns are like this, the color of peach blossoms.
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Ugly slave writes about the middle wall of Boshan Road.
Author: Xin Qiji genre: Ci
Teenagers don't know the taste of sadness,
Love the floor, love the floor,
Worried about adding new words.
Now I know what it's like to be sad,
Say it if you want.
But it is a cool autumn.
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Bodhisattva is beautiful
Author: Wei Zhuang genre: Ci
Now that I think of Jiangnan music,
I was young and thin at that time.
Riding on a sloping bridge,
Covered in tea.
Cuiping gold buckle,
Indulge in flowers.
Seeing the flowers at this angle,
Never come back.
3. I miss the poetry of teenagers, miss the teacher's collection of clouds as an elegy, and remember the teachings with tears.
The words written on the palm of your hand are sad now. I miss the teacher sowing sweat in the cool summer, and I have no regrets when the wax torch turns to ashes.
Although it was farewell, I still looked at the sky with a smile. A grateful heart feels that it has gone, and a grateful heart will be rewarded in the future.
Regret is in the heart, and mistakes are like the wind. My heart is like a drop of rain, which keeps flowing.
I will miss it when I get old, and the relationship between teachers and students remains the same. Praise the teacher's poem 1: Four spring weathers into rainy days, and several autumn rains wash the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.
Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. Praise for the teacher's poem 2: I love the teacher like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! Praise the teacher's poem 3:-Teacher, who is hard-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow.
Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest. Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! Praise the teacher's poem 4: the golden wind sends laughter, and the osmanthus floats.
Today's teacher's holiday is coming again. Teachers have worked hard for our growth.
We will never forget the teacher's love for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. Teachers are the noblest career in the world.
The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.
Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.
The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge. Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.
The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.
When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.
Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.
Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation. Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. Praise the teacher's poem 5: You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath and give it to my dear teacher and mother.
It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone.
Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go. Always remember your words.
Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours. Praise the teacher's poem 6: September, as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival.
We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast.
The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. Psalm 7: I remember that your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, many students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. Teacher, you are the guiding light for the lost children. You are an angel who praises the teacher. Psalm 8: Teachers praise others for getting gold from life. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth. But you still whistle happily. Your pride is peaches.
4. What ancient poems 1 describe happiness as a teenager? I can't help spending them. I seem to know Yan's return. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
2. Be encouraged in time, and time waits for no one. -Tao Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems
3. What makes people old in the world is half crow and half horseshoe. -Wang Jiuling's "Hotel"
4, streamer is easy to throw people, red cherry, green banana. -Jie Jiang's "A Piece of Plum"
I am a friend of China and a neighbor of heaven-'Farewell to Du's trip to Shu'
6. My friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh after you.
The grass turns green again in spring, but ah, my friend's prince, what about you? ? -Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass
8. I advise you to make an extra glass of wine, Wang Wei, a person who has no reason to go to the western paradise-"Send Yuan Ershi to Anxi"
9. Entering Wu on a cold and rainy night, leaving Chu Mountain alone in Fujian —— Wang Changling's Parting Xin Qiji at Furong Inn.
10, Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you-Gao Shibei Dongda.
1 1, Peach Blossom Pond Three thousands of feet, not as good as Li Bai and Wang Lun's "Give Wang Lun".
12, the lonely sail is far away from the sky, and the sky only flows through the Yangtze River-Li Bai's "Don't be Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou".
13 We watched him go east from the tower gate, leaving only footprints behind him-"Song of Snow to Send Tian Shuji Wu Home".
14, outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the willow flute-Li Shutong's farewell
15, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village-Du Mu's Qingming Festival.
5. Poems or words about the feelings of teenagers in China's ancient poems can also evoke the chivalrous feelings of childhood or teenagers and make friends with the Five Chivalrous Men.
Courage holes, shrug, talk is going on, life and death are together, and a promise is as heavy as a thousand dollars. Push up bravely, stand proudly, cover and hug lightly, fly saddle together and fight east of the city.
Booming drinking, cold jars floating in spring, sucking seawater and hanging rainbows. Call the eagle dog casually, pick the bow for nothing, be cunning and empty, and be happy and hurried.
Like a dream of yellow sorghum. Farewell to the phoenix, the bright moon and the lonely canopy.
Redundant officials, although I was in a hurry, fell into the dust cage. Thin books are like clouds, used roughly, and suddenly stand out.
Encouragement, the benefit of fishermen, is also the worry of thinking. Don't ask for a long tassel, take the arrogant species and shout at the west wind with your sword.
I hate climbing mountains and facing water. I gave a handful of seven-stringed paulownia in my hand and looked at it and gave it back to Hong. -He Zhu's "Six National Anthems" spring outing, apricot flowers blowing all over his head.
Who is young and romantic? I'm going to marry him and grow old together.
Don't be ashamed of being mercilessly abandoned. -Wei Zhuang's "Four Hometowns" is a beautiful young boy with a blue robe, Huang Shouxian.
East of Wei Zi Cheng and north of Liang Wang Yuan. Peach blossoms are like horses, and elm pods are smaller than money.
The single father heard the same thing, but the letter from home has already been handed down. -Cen Can's "Send Chu Qiu to Shaofu as an Official" Where does spring come from? Ask the stream.
The shore is yellow and the long wheat is green. Affectionate and beautiful young man, only one finger is close to Fang Fei.
Who sent sister Ling Tou to report the letter from Jiangnan? The beautiful boy took the golden saddle and jumped on the green horse.
Tied to Lou Yu people, embroidered on the chilly night in spring. The news didn't come back, and the cold food was ruined.
Acacia has nowhere to talk about, on the back and under the swing. -Yan "Raw Tea Son" The lights in front of the mountain are dusk, and the mountains come and go.
The partridge heard the voices of several families living in the village. I was on the lonely Xiaoxiang Road, and I seemed to meet an old friend. When the young man also learned that Zhuge Liang was holding a feather fan, holding his head high and commanding thousands of troops to fight the enemy with ease.
Nowadays, the withered fu evokes the soul, and the Confucian crown is even more wrong! -Xin Qiji's Ruan Langgui.
6. How many poems do you want to use to recall your youth, Nanxiangzi? Gu Beiting is pregnant.
Xin Qiji
Where to see China, you can see the beautiful Gu Bei Building.
How many things have ups and downs, long years.
The Yangtze River stretches as far as the eye can see.
I was too young to stop fighting in the southeast.
Who is the world hero? Cao Liu.
Children should be like Sun Zhongmou.
Song? Xin Qiji's Song of Eternal Sorrow
It is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan after the history of the country. On the stage of pavilions and songs, the wind is always blowing away the grass trees in the sunset, ordinary alleys and humanitarian slaves who once lived. Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground! However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there is an elegant social drum under the Buddhist temple. Who will ask, how is Lian Po's appetite when he is old?
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Since ancient times, heroes and teenagers have been guarding the frontier.
Knife galloping on the battlefield, asked, how dare foreigners invade their hometown?
The legendary swordsman is eager for snow, and he misses his classmates in his spare time.
The world is full of tigers and wolves, and our generation of men should be self-reliant.
Song? Zhang Jie's Poems in the Old Cold Hall
Guo Gong is a hero,
The Kingoma Railway comes from the west.
Raise the flag for the wind and suppress the rain,
Sweep the nine halls without dust.