1. I want a few poems that recall my youth.
Nanxiangzi? Beigu Pavilion at the entrance to Dengjing is pregnant.
How many things have happened through the ages, Youyou. The Yangtze River is endless.
The young man Wan Dou sat down and broke off the war in the southeast. Who is the rival of the world's heroes? Cao Liu.
Having children should be like Sun Zhongmou. "Yong Yu Le" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty. Through the ages, there are no heroes to be found, and Sun Zhong seeks a place.
On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind and rain blow away the grass and trees in the setting sun. In the ordinary alleys, the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won a hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road.
Looking back, under the Buddha's Temple, there is a sacred drum. Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living? Nalan "Untitled" Since ancient times, heroes have emerged as young men, guarding the frontier with gold and iron horses.
Galloping on the battlefield and wielding the knife, I asked if foreign invaders dared to invade my hometown. Smiling proudly in the rivers and lakes, hungry and drinking snow, thinking about my classmates in my leisure time.
The world is full of tigers and wolves, and men like us should strengthen ourselves. Song Dynasty Zhang Jie's "Suihantang Poems" Guo Gong is a heroic and talented man, with a golden horse and an iron horse coming from the west.
Raise the flag for the wind and rain, and sweep the nine temples free of dust. 2. Poems about recalling the friendship of young people
The poppy is listening to the rain
Author: Jiang Jie Genre: lyrics
The young man is listening to the rain upstairs,
The red candle dims the tent.
A young man listens to the rain in a boat,
The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the wild geese cry out in the west wind.
Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut.
There are stars on my temples.
The joys and sorrows are always ruthless,
Every step of the way, until dawn.
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Tang Duoling
Author: Liu Guo Genre: Ci
Tingzhou is covered with reed leaves and shallow streams in the cold sand zone.
Revisiting the South Tower in twenty years.
The boat under the willow tree is not yet stable, but it will last for a few days, and it will be Mid-Autumn Festival again.
The Yellow Crane cuts off the head of the river, has the old friend been there?
The old country is full of new worries.
I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but in the end it was different. I was a young man traveling.
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Youth Travel
Author: Liu Yong Genre: Ci
The horses on the ancient road in Chang'an are delayed, and the tall willows are chaotic and the cicadas hiss.
The sunset is outside the bird, the autumn wind is on the plain, and the eyes are broken for four days.
When Guiyun disappears without a trace, where is the early stage?
The relationship is unfamiliar, the drunkard is lonely, and he is not like he was when he was young.
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Reminiscing about Youth
Author: Chao Buzhi
There are endless official willows, no willows to draw boats, and no roots for travelers.
Nanshan still sees each other off, separated only by people from Gaocheng.
The garden and the stream in the painting are blue and green, and they are all done over again.
Liu Lang’s temples look like peach blossoms.
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Chou Nuer's Book on the Middle Wall of Boshan Road
Author: Xin Qiji Genre: Ci
Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow,
Falling in love with the upper floors, falling in love with the upper floors,
I am forced to express my sorrow in order to compose new words.
Now I know what it feels like to be sad,
I want to say it, but I still want to say it, but I want to say it, but I still want to say it,
But it’s a cool autumn.
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Bodhisattva Barbarian
Author: Wei Zhuang Genre: Ci
Now I recall Jiangnan music,
I was young and thin in spring clothes .
Riding a horse and leaning on the leaning bridge,
The building is full of red sleeves.
The green screen is curved with gold,
Drunken into the flowers.
See the flowers and branches this time,
I swear I will never return. 3. Do you want some poems that recall your youth?
Nanxiangzi? Dengjingkou Beigu Pavilion is pregnant
Xin Qiji
Wherever you look at China, your eyes are full of scenery Beigu Tower.
How many things have happened through the ages, Youyou.
The Yangtze River never stops flowing.
The young man Wan Dou sat down and broke off the war in the southeast.
Who is the rival of the world’s heroes? Cao Liu.
Having children should be like Sun Zhongmou.
"Yong Yu Le" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty
Throughout the ages, there are no heroes to be found, and Sun Zhong is looking for a place. The dancing pavilion and singing platform are always romantic, the rain and wind blow away the grass and trees in the setting sun, the ordinary alleys, and the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger. Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won a hurried visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, there is a sacred shrine under the Buddha Li Temple. Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?
"Untitled" by Nalan
Since ancient times, heroes have emerged as young men, guarding the frontier with gold and iron horses.
Galloping on the battlefield, wielding a knife and asking, foreign invaders dare to invade my hometown.
Smiling proudly in the rivers and lakes, drinking snow when hungry, thinking about my classmates in my leisure time.
The world is full of tigers and wolves, and men like us should strengthen ourselves.
Song Dynasty Zhang Jie's "Poetry of Suihantang"
Duke Guo is a heroic and talented man,
The golden warrior and the iron horse come from the west.
Raise the flag for the wind and rain,
Sweep the nine temples free of dust. 4. What are the poems that express "missing youth"
1. No one knows where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. ——"Inscription on Nanzhuang in the Capital City"
Interpretation: When I come here again today, the girl doesn't know where she is going. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
2. The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed through the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. ——Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress"
Interpretation: It is still the bright moon and the border pass in the Qin and Han Dynasties. The soldiers who defended the border and fought fiercely against the enemy for thousands of miles have not yet returned.
3. How many things have happened through the ages? long. The Yangtze River is endless. ——Xin Qiji's "Nan Xiangzi, Bei Gu Pavilion at the entrance to Beijing"
Interpretation: Since ancient times, I don't know how many dynasties have experienced the rise and fall of events, and they have all flowed past like the endless Yangtze River. , when feeling nostalgic about the past.
4. I am not famous yet and I am not married, so I may not be as good as others. ——Luo Yin's "Odd Questions"
Explanation: At that time, I had not yet achieved success and you were not married yet, so maybe you were not as good as others.
5. Betting on books was like pouring tea. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. —— Nalan Xingde's "Huanxi Sand"
Definition: The gambling game in the boudoir, the clothes are full of the fragrance of tea, the past events in the past when I was young, now I can't think about it.
6. Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not clouds. ——·Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi·Part 4"
Interpretation: Once you have been to the sea, you don't care about the water elsewhere; except for Wushan, the clouds elsewhere are not called clouds. .
7. Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year. ——Liu Xiyi's "Ode of Sadness"
Interpretation: The flowers are still the same every year, but the people are not the same people anymore. It is better to be young.
8. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place. —— Xin Qiji's "The Case of Sapphire - Yuan Xi"
Interpretation: I searched for her thousands of times in the crowd, and when I suddenly turned around, she was there. I accidentally found her in the scattered lights, I was still very young at that time.
9. At that time, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty wrote a book announcing the peach blossoms. ——Li He's "Immortal"
Interpretation: Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, when he was young, could only use books to repay his gratitude.
10. The present is neither what it used to be, nor what it will be in the future. ——Bai Juyi's "Looking for Spring in the East City"
Definition: The present is no longer as good as the past, and the future will not be as good as the present.
11. Idioms expressing "missing youth":
1. stroking the present and recalling the past [ fǔ jīn zhuī xī ]
Definition: stroking: pat, touch, extend to Attention, watching; chasing: recalling; past: the past. Look at the present and think about the past.
Source: "Ci Yuan Cong Tan" written by Xu Yijiu of the Qing Dynasty: "Yuanli recalled the present and recalled the past; I couldn't help myself; I wrote four poems in "Huanxisha"."
2. Reflecting on the present and recalling the past [ fǔ jīn sī xī ]
Definition: Reminiscing about the past caused by things in front of you. Same as "Remembering the present and mourning the past".
Source: Qin Mu's "Lights on the Long Street and the Morning Bell of 1979": "Looking at the present and thinking about the past, a wave of thoughts arose in my heart."
3. Looking back at the present Mourning over the past [fǔ jīn dào xī]
Definition: Reminiscing about the past caused by things in front of you.
Source: "Zhang Shaoyang's Edict" by Chen Zilong of the Ming Dynasty: "Remembering the present and mourning the past, weeping with sadness."
4. Remembering the bitter and thinking of the sweet [yì kǔ sī tián]
Definition: Recall the sufferings of the past and the happy life of today.
5. Review old knowledge and learn new things [wēn gù zhī xīn]
Definition: Review old knowledge and gain new understanding and experience. It also means that recalling the past can better understand the present.
Source: "The Analects of Confucius·Wei Zheng": "Review the past and learn the new; you can become a teacher." 5. What are the poems that express "missing youth"
I don't know what the human face is like Wherever you go, the peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze.
——"Inscription on Nanzhuang, Capital City" Interpretation: When I come here again today, the girl doesn't know where she is going, only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in the spring breeze. The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty was at the Pass of the Han Dynasty, and the people who had marched thousands of miles away had not yet returned.
——Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress" Interpretation: It is still the bright moon and border pass in the Qin and Han Dynasties. The soldiers who defended the border and fought fiercely against the enemy for thousands of miles have not yet returned. How many things have happened through the ages? long.
The Yangtze River never stops flowing. ——Xin Qiji's "Nanxiangzi, Dengjingkou and Beiguting Pavilion" Interpretation: Since ancient times, I have experienced the rise and fall of many dynasties, and they have all rolled past like the endless Yangtze River, and I feel nostalgic for the past.
I am not famous yet and I am not married, so I may not be as good as others. ——Luo Yin's "Odd Questions" Interpretation: At that time, I had not yet achieved success and you were not married yet, so maybe you were not as good as others.
Betting on books made the scent of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxi Sand" Interpretation: The gambling game in the boudoir, the clothes are full of the fragrance of tea, the past events of the past when I was young, I can no longer get what I want when I think about it.
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except Wushan, it was not a cloud. ——·Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi·Part 4" Interpretation: Once you have been to the sea, you don't care about the water elsewhere; except for Wushan, you don't call the clouds anywhere else clouds.
The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. ——Liu Xiyi's "Old Song of Sadness" Interpretation: The flowers are still the same every year, but the people are not the same people. It is better to be young.
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place. —— Xin Qiji's "The Case of Sapphire: Yuan Xi" Interpretation: I searched for her thousands of times in the crowd, and when I suddenly turned around, she was there. I accidentally found her in a place with scattered lights. I was still very young at that time. .
At that time, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty wrote a book announcing the peach blossom spring. ——Li He's "Immortal" Explanation: Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, when he was young, could only use books to repay his gratitude.
The present is neither what it used to be, nor what it will be in the future. ——Bai Juyi's "Looking for Spring in the East City" Interpretation: The present is no longer as good as the past, and the future will not be as good as the present.
Idioms expressing "missing youth": stroking the present and chasing the past [fǔ jīn zhuī xī] Definition: stroking: to pat, touch, extended to pay attention to, gaze; chase: to recall; 西: the past. Look at the present and think about the past.
Source: "Ci Yuan Cong Tan" written by Xu Xianjiu of the Qing Dynasty: "Yuanli recalled the present and recalled the past; he couldn't help himself; he wrote four poems in Huanxisha." The things in front of you cause remembrance of the past.
Same as "Remembering the present and mourning the past". Source: Qin Mu's "Lights on the Long Street: The Morning Bell of 1979": "Looking at the present and thinking about the past, a wave of thoughts arose in my heart."
Thinking about the present and mourning the past [fǔ jīn dào xī] Definition : Reminiscing about the past due to things in front of you. Source: "Zhang Shaoyang's Elegy" by Chen Zilong of the Ming Dynasty: "Looking at the present and mourning the past, we are mourning and mourning."
Recall the bitterness and think of the sweetness [yì kǔ sī tián] Definition: recall the sufferings of the past, recall the happy life of today . Review old knowledge and learn new things [wēn gù zhī xīn] Definition: Review old knowledge and gain new understanding and experience.
It also means that recalling the past can better understand the present. Source: "The Analects of Confucius·Wei Zheng": "Reviewing the past will help you learn the new; you can become a teacher." 6. Poems about missing youth
The rain beats the pear blossoms behind closed doors, forgetting youth, and missing youth. ——Tang Yin-Ming "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Pear Blossoms Closed in the Rain"
Stop thinking about your homeland with old friends, and try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth. ——Su Shi - "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River·Transcendent Stage Work" of the Song Dynasty
To sing during the day is to indulge in alcohol, and youth is a good companion for returning home. ——Du Fu - Tang Dynasty "Wen Guanjun Takes Henan and Hebei"
Shaohua is not reserved for young people. Hate Yoyo. When will you rest? ——Qin Guan - "Jiangchengzi·Xicheng Willows Make Spring Soft" of the Song Dynasty
If the prime of life does not come back again, it will be difficult to morning again. ——Tao Yuanming - Jin's "Miscellaneous Poems·Life has no roots"
Who said that life is endless? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair. ——Su Shi - "Huanxisha·Visiting Qishui Qingquan Temple" in the Song Dynasty
Plants and trees also know sorrow, and their youth turns gray. ——Cao Xueqin - Ming Dynasty's "Tang Duoling Catkins"
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Youth refers to the stage from 15 to 20 years old. The bright flowers in youth; also used to describe the rejuvenation of old things; also refers to teenagers aged 10-16 years old; in spring and summer, vegetation grows vigorously and turns green, which is the period of prosperity. So call it youth.
The pear blossoms are shut behind closed doors in the rain, forgetting their youth and missing their youth. "A Cut of Plum Blossoms and Pear Blossoms Behind Closed Doors in the Rain" by Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty means that she was awakened by the sound of orioles early in the morning, cried all her tears, and was speechless, as all her sorrows and resentments seemed to be swallowed into her chest along with two lines of tears. But the depression in my heart had to be relieved, so I drank to drown my sorrow. 7. Poems in memory of a young man
I pick a cloud to make an elegiac couplet in memory of my teacher, and cry in memory of his teachings.
The words written in my palm back then are now filled with sadness before my eyes. There is no regret in remembering the teacher who sows sweat in the summer and cold, and even the wax torch turns to ashes.
Although we have not seen each other for a long time, we are still smiling in the sky. A grateful heart remembers the past, and is grateful for the future.
Repentance is in the heart, and mistakes pass like the wind. My heart is like raindrops, which can never be exhausted.
I will miss you as I grow old, but the relationship between teachers and students remains unchanged. Poem 1 in Praise of Teachers: Four spring breezes bring preparations, and several autumn rains wash away the gaps.
The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon, and the chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. The silk has spun out before it gets old in spring, and the candle tears turn into gray and become thicker in autumn.
Thousands of peaches and plums are sown in the spring, and China will be filled with fruits in autumn. Poem 2 in Praise of Teachers: I love my teacher like a red candle, which ignites the torch in the students’ hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers are like gardeners, nurturing our flowers, but working hard until they are exhausted. When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country, ah! The teacher is so selfless! ah! Teacher, we love you! Poem Three in Praise of Teachers: - Teacher, thank you for your hard work. Who is it - who brought us ignorant people into the spacious classroom and taught us a wealth of knowledge? It's you! teacher! With your hard work and sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that just broke through the ground in spring.
Who is it - educating us naughty people into people who can be considerate and help others? It's you! teacher! Your care is like the gentle spring breeze that warms our hearts. Who is it—nurturing us into mature and sensible teenagers? It's you! teacher! Your protection allows us to grow healthily.
Bear fruit in the golden autumn season. Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold.
Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who devote their youth to nothing. We pay you the highest respect! ——Thank you for your hard work, teacher! I can only help here, teacher, teacher - you are like the drizzle in spring, nourishing the flowers and irrigating the earth, and we continue to suck the drizzle and grow.
Teacher - you are like a gust of wind in autumn, which turns the earth yellow and turns the rice golden, and we get the fruits of the harvest. Teacher - you are the one who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life; teacher - you are my guide on my misty road of life; teacher - you are my guide when I fall down. In the bumpy road of life, you pointed out the way forward for me; teacher - you gave me a pair of powerful wings to travel in the world of knowledge! Poetry 4 in praise of teachers: The golden wind brings laughter, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers floats.
Teacher’s Day is here again today. Teachers have worked hard for our growth.
We will never forget the teacher’s caress for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which light up others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners, cultivating peaches and plums to bloom all over the world. Teaching is a noble cause under the sun.
The teacher gave us the sunshine of ideals and the sunshine of wisdom. The teacher guides us to embark on the road of life full of sunshine.
The teacher expects us to become the sun of the new century. The teacher's words are like spring rain nourishing my heart.
Teachers use the rain and dew of knowledge to water our growth. The gentle spring rain is the teacher's care for us.
The teacher’s words and deeds are like spring rain moistening things silently. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up like a red flower.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green color of the leaves symbolizes the teacher’s everlasting youth.
When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like big trees, with blue sky above their heads and earth under their feet, silently benefiting society.
Teachers are big trees that bring spring to the world. The teacher sows the seeds of hope and cultivates us into a forest.
The small trees grow into pillars, and the gardener’s nurturing kindness is never forgotten. Yes, the teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, the teacher's teachings are like spring rain, the teacher's style is like green leaves, the teacher's career is like a big tree, our teachers are good. Praise for teachers poem 5: You offer a flower, I offer a flower , let us weave a big garland and dedicate it to our dear teacher and mother.
It is you who gave the seeds the warmth of the sun; it is you who watered the seedlings with your sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; your singing is like a spring stream, bringing joy to everyone.
No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go. Always remember your words.
No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go, we will always be a flower for you. Praise for Teachers Poem 6: September has arrived as scheduled.
The world is brilliant because of this. We sing September because it is your eternal festival.
We remember September because it is our sincere confession.
September is a cup overflowing with love. We raise our hands high with sincere blessings and ask you to toast.
The music of September has been played. Please accept our gift of September to all the teachers who are working hard on the education front. Praise to Teachers Poem 7: I remember your hands covered with powder. I remember your charitable teachings. I remember your new silver hairs. Because of you, students can become talented. Because of you, the world is like this. Civilized teacher, you are the beacon to find home for the children who have lost their way. Teacher, you are the angel. Praise for teachers. Poetry 8: Teachers praise others for getting gold from life. You can only get the fragrance of flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your silver is the fifteenth moon. But you are still whistling happily. Your pride is Taolifen.