1. How to write the speech of the township leaders if the enterprise is to carry out Mid-Autumn Festival condolences activities for poor households in towns and villages
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The draft is as follows: .
The Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunions. Although we were not able to go home, we gathered together and felt more warmth than at home, which was equally happy. .
The gathering of relatives makes people feel warm. Although we were not able to get together with our relatives, the leaders were with us, making us feel the warmth of our relatives. .
. During festivals, people always have some hope, and everyone's acquaintance, gathering and knowing each other will definitely bring more hope to our future unity. .
The moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival is beautiful. Our gathering and our efforts will definitely make the future of our unit as beautiful as the moonlight. 2. Poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival
Selected poems for the Mid-Autumn Festival: Drinking alone under the moon by Li Bai A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
The Moon on the Night of August 15th Du Fu The full moon flies into the bright mirror, returning to the heart to fold the sword. Turning around and walking far away, climbing osmanthus and looking up to the sky.
There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat. At this time, looking at the white rabbit, I want to count the hair.
Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night by Wang Jian The white trees in the courtyard are roosting with crows, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts! Playing with the Moon in Nanzhai Wang Changling When I was lying high in Nanzhai, I was vomiting at the beginning of the month.
The clear water and trees are reflected in the window. The passage is full and empty, and the clarity changes from the past to the present.
The beauty is sitting by the Qingjiang River, and the night is getting more and more painful. How about thousands of miles away, the breeze blows Landu.
Mid-Autumn Moon Su Shi The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
The Mid-Autumn Moon has come together, the sky is blue and cloudless, the dew is wet, and the stars are shining brightly. Donglin is not hindered by the rising trend, and the world is looking at the road ahead.
Maybe Mingming Yinhaoso is willing to teach the darkness to take the elixir branch. Poor Guan Yechanjuan's shadow, facing the remaining wine of the fifth period.
Guan Shan Yue Li Bai The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
Han descended to Baideng Road, and Hu glanced at Qinghai Bay. The origin of the battle was that no one returned.
The garrisonmen looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home. The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.
Night Thoughts by Li Bai There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
Moonlight Night Liu Fangping The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south. Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
Chang'e Li Shangyin The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, the long river is gradually setting and the dawn stars are sinking. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
Reminiscing about my brother-in-law on a moonlit night by Du Fu The sound of garrison drums breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan Zhang Jiuling The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night! When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can't bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night's sleep. Frost Moon Li Shangyin I first heard that there are no cicadas among the wild geese, and the water reaches the sky a hundred feet high.
The young girl Su'e is cold-tolerant, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon. She is pregnant under the moon in the autumn night. Meng Haoran The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened with lustrous dew. The startled magpies have not yet settled down, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.
The cold shadows of the locust tree in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighboring pestle sounds urgently at night. How long the good times are! Standing looking at the sky.
Mid-Autumn Festival awaits the moon, Lu Guimeng, the lack of frost turns to late, and the good wind seems to bring good luck. The curtains are slanting and the trees are separated by endless love. The candles and candles are dimly scented and I sit there without hesitation.
I love hearing Sheng tunes in the north, and gradually lose sight of the stars in the South. Who is the school's cooling power, who wants to reduce the first round and the noon hour.
Nizhuang Mid-Autumn Festival Yuan Haowen The days of strong food are more than thin, and the narrow clothes are already cold in autumn. Children reminisce about each other, but they know how difficult it is to travel.
The dew air enters the hut, and the sound of the stream makes the rocky beach noisy. The moon comes at night in the mountains, but I haven't seen it until dawn.
Playing with the Moon in Taoyuan on the night of August 15th Liu Yuxi When I see the moon in the dust, my heart feels free, especially in the Qingqiu Fairyland. The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
There are no clouds in the blue sky, no wind can move, there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains. Taking a leisurely look at the group of animals, the sky and the earth are thousands of miles apart.
Young Master led me to the jade altar, where I bowed to the true immortal official from afar. The clouds (carriage left and right) were about to move under the stars, and Tianle let out a cry of coldness in his muscles and bones.
The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently. It is difficult to combine beautiful scenery with good times, so he should feel melancholy on this day.
Mid-Autumn Moon Yan Shu Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard, and this evening people are alone in the corner. Su'e may not be without regrets, but the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely.
Mid-Autumn Moon Su Shi The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th by Bai Juyi On the night of August 15th of the past year, I was by the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.
Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is. Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.
On the night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple, the osmanthus peel rests on the day of rest. A jade stone falls under the moon wheel, and it is found in front of the temple. So far, there is no such thing as happening in heaven. It should be thrown to people by Chang'e.
Seeing the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and Zizi by Su Shi The bright moon is not high in the mountains, and the auspicious light is thousands of feet long. Before the cup is finished, the silver tower surges, and the chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves.
Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium water from Minghe River. Then he looked at the people in the world coldly, and I couldn't bear to look at Zhanran.
Mars in the southwest is like a projectile, and its horns and tails are as bright as a dragon and a dragon. Tonight I can't see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear the cold.
Who is the boat in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night. I follow the waves carelessly through twists and turns, and go to the festival with a low head and follow the song board.
The green light disappears before turning around the mountain, and the waves* (wind left and right occupy) will the wind return and become strong again. The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you return to drink, you will pay more attention to it.
The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the dew grass is heard when the throat is cold* (insects above and below). There is no one in the room after the rolling curtain is pushed open, except for the old man Chu who is mute under the window.
Don’t be ashamed of poverty in Nandu, and there are several people who write poems about the moon. The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty followed the sunrise, and suddenly I dreamed of a guest from Yaotai.
Climbing the tower to look at the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival Mi Fu's eyes are so poor that the Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights are nurturing the clams. If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.
How bright is the bright moon? How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed curtains. I was so worried that I couldn't sleep at night, so I picked up my clothes and wandered around.
Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early. When I go out and feel alone, who should I complain to for my worries? The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou Su Shi When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places. Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, why will things last forever when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Xijiang Moon Su Shi is in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk.
I rode the moon to a bridge over a stream, untied my saddle and bent my arms, and lay down drunk for a little rest. It's already known.
The mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be otherworldly. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.
The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of Jade Cong has not yet been solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass.
It’s a pity that if a stream of wind and moon blows, don’t teach me to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.
Back to Dong Tiju for the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet by Wen Tianxiang. The festival is illuminated by the river, and the clear ice of the boat carrying paintings is lifted. When the moon is over, the glass is raised, and the fragrant bottles are filled with green water. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon.
The city is full of wind and rain, so lucky that the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as ever before when I visited Red Cliff. If you pay with straw, you will be clothed in succession.
The river is full of red. Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Far Away Xin Qiji Go up to the west building quickly, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow.
Whoever makes the curling floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season. Ask Chang'e. 3. Verses about Mid-Autumn Reunion Verses about Mid-Autumn Reunion Verses about Mid-Autumn Reunion
Poems of the Han and Wei dynasties 1. Ancient poems The bright moon is bright and luminous at night, and the bright moon is bright and luminous at night, prompting the weavers to sing on the east wall.
Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, how can all the stars align. White dew touches the weeds, and the seasons suddenly change.
The autumn cicadas chirp among the trees, and the black birds pass away peacefully. In the past, I and my fellow disciples held high and vibrated the six feathers.
If you don’t want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic. There is a fight in the south and the north, and the oxen is not yoked.
What good is a false reputation if there is no solid foundation for good deeds? 2. Ancient poem: How bright is the bright moon? How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed curtains. I can't sleep due to sadness, so I pick up my clothes and wander around.
Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early. When I go out and feel alone, who should I complain to for my worries? The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.
3. Song of Resentment The newly cracked Qiwansu is as fresh and clean as frost and snow. Cut it into an acacia fan, which looks like a bright moon.
Going in and out of your arms, shaking in the breeze. I am often afraid that when autumn comes, the coolness will overtake the heat.
Abandoning the donation basket, there is no end to the kindness. Tang Poems 1. Li Bai: The Moon over Guanshan The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass. The Han descended on the white road, and the Hu peered into the Qinghai Bay.
Origin of the battlefield, no one returned. The garrisonmen looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.
The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh. 2. Li Bai: Drinking alone under the moon. A pot of wine among the flowers. Drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
3. Li Bai: Night Thoughts The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
4. Liu Fangping: Moonlight Night The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south. Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
5. Li Shangyin: Chang'e The shadows of candles on the mica screen are deep, and the dawn stars are gradually sinking over the long river. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
6. Du Fu: Reminiscing about my brother-in-law on a moonlit night. The drums cut off the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
7. Zhang Jiuling: Look at the moon and embrace the distance. There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night! When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can't bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night's sleep. 8. Li Shangyin: Frost Moon When I first heard that the geese were flying, there were no more cicadas, and the water a hundred feet high reached the sky.
The young girl Su'e is cold-tolerant, and fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon. 9. Meng Haoran: I am pregnant under the autumn moon. The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened with lustrous dew. The startled magpies have not yet settled down, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.
The cold shadows of the locust tree in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighboring pestle sounds urgently at night. How long the good times are! Standing in the sky, Song Dynasty poem 1. Autumn night and the moon gathered and dispersed at the beginning.
Then it was called Zuo, and there was no reason to meet her face again. In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly.
Xiangzun, in his spare time, frowned and sighed. It stirs up old sorrows endlessly.
2. The fragrance of autumn pistils cannot be left behind. Time rushes by, and the fragrant orchids rest, and the good flowers fade, but only in a moment.
The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle, indicating that there are previous incidents. On a windy and moonlit night, there are several old traces.
Forbearance and thinking. Looking away this time, we will be separated forever.
Towards the Immortal Island and back to the underworld, there is no news from either side. 3. Xuan Qing The waning moon is hazy, the small banquet is dim, and it is cold and cold when I return.
Carrying silver on my back, I fell asleep alone in the pavilion. I hugged a heavy quilt, and I was still drunk and silent. Time passes by again and again, the joy of the past is gone, and the sadness of separation is just a pillow.
Thinking secretly and reminiscing about old times, the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade. I wanted to throw fruit to my friends, and I had a banquet, and drank heavily at that time.
The dancing swallows fluttered and sang, and in front of the Dai Banquet, there were all the deities of gods and goddesses. At the end of the night, the scene became even more sparse and crazy. More generals sleep in phoenix curtains and mandarin ducks.
The jade hairpins are in disorder, and they are scattered all over the high sun. This joy 4. Sauvignon Blanc (Beijing Prostitute) The streets are noisy with painted drums, orchid lanterns are all over the city, and the bright moon shines on the city. The night view of Jiangque in the Qing capital, with silver arrows flying in the wind and golden stems exposed.
The alleys are criss-crossed. Passing the Pingkang bridle, listen to the singing slowly.
The phoenix candles are twinkling. That person did not cover up the incense screen.
Looking into the Luoqi bush, I can vaguely recognize the old days, with a light and graceful attitude. She is charming and charming, her smile is still there, and she greets you with intention.
It’s hard to write sincerity when it’s on the wall. Little did he know that famous eunuchs were detained and interrogated, and their charm had been reduced over the years.
5. Look at the bright moon, the bright moon. The struggle is still lacking.
Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways. It was last year's season at the threshold of the small building.
Thousands of miles away, the clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it. 6. Partridge Sky blows away the remaining smoke into the night wind.
A bright moon hangs above the curtain. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, even though our hearts are still in the same bed.
Feelings of love and affection. Biyun returned without a trace.
Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places. 7. Twelve o'clock (autumn night) It is clear in the evening and early in the morning, the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind blows through and the light is like a wash.
Feeling in the green tent, the coolness gives rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder.
The fallen leaves knock on the window, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't sleep anymore. There is more leakage in the throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried.
Who knows, at that time, the sentence was very touching. Sometimes in the night, Mingming lies on his pillow and stares at the ground diligently.
When the candle is dark, I wake up from the drunkenness, and Yuan Lai is in a dream again. Come to sleep and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of feelings without hope.
How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then make up the remaining fragrant quilt. I pray to heaven that I will never abandon you from now on.
8. Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" Bingchen was drunk during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he wrote this article while having a child. When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places.
How can it be like being in the human world when you dance to clear your shadow? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times.
I wish you a long life and a long life. 9. Su Shi's "Moon over the Xijiang River" I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night.
Go to a restaurant and drink and get drunk. Riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, he untied his saddle and bent his arms, and lay down drunk for a short rest.
Jijue already knows. The chaotic mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be something other than the human world.
This sentence is written on the bridge pillar. There are shallow waves in the wild, and there are layers of light in the sky.
The arrogance of jade is not solved yet, and I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that the wind and moon in the stream can't be taught to crush Qiong Yao.
Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn. 10. Xing Xiangzi The sky and the autumn light turn around the sorrow of love, and explore Jin Yingzhi that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.
A first try on thin clothes, a new taste for green ants. Gradually there is wind, rain and coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past. It's an eternal night, the moon is bright and the bed is empty.
When you hear the sound of an anvil being pounded, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.