1. Poems about moving forward
Poems about moving forward 1. Write a poem of no less than sixteen lines with the title of moving forward
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Walk forward
In the distance are the mountains
No obsession with the peak
In the distance is the sea
No waves The azure blue
Moving forward
Thinking behind you is also in front
When I was young
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The moment of growing up
Pour into sweet love
Be a little older
What awaits us are many tests
< p> Since we are moving forwardThere will be suspense
I don’t know whether the road ahead is deep or shallow
Since we are moving forward
There will be risks
Whether it is light or darkness
We move forward
Stick to our beliefs
We move forward
Accumulating the precipitation of the years
We are on the road
2. What are the poems that express "looking forward"
1. Wangyue
Author Du Fu Dynasty Tang
How about Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young. The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn.
Zeng Yun is born in the chest, and the returning bird enters the canthus. You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains.
Translation
How majestic is Mount Tai? Walking out of Qilu, you can still see the green peak. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful scenery, with mountains to the south and north separating morning and dusk. Layers of white clouds wash away the ravines in the chest; the returning birds fly into the eye sockets admiring the scenery. You must climb to the top of Mount Tai to overlook the mountains and feel full of pride.
2. The River is Red
Author Yue Fei Dynasty Song Dynasty
Angry and furious, leaning on the railing, the misty rain stops. He raised his eyes, looked up to the sky and roared, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait to see the young man's head grow white, and it will be empty and sad.
Jingkang’s shame is still not over. When will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed? Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
Translation
I was so angry that I raised my hat and climbed up to lean on the railing. A drizzle had just stopped. Looking up at the vast expanse, looking up to the sky and sighing, my heart is filled with the heart of serving the country. Although I have established some achievements over the past thirty years, they are as insignificant as dust. I have traveled 8,000 miles from north to south and gone through many turbulent lives.
Don't waste your years, your youth's black hair will turn gray, and you will only have regrets and sorrows alone. The shame of Jingkang Year has not yet been washed away. When will the resentment of the ministers be extinguished? I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be leveled. I am full of lofty ambitions. When I am hungry during the war, I will eat the enemy's flesh. When I am talking and laughing, I will drink the enemy's blood. I want to start all over again, regain the old rivers and mountains, and pay homage to my old capital, Jingque.
3. Title Wujiang Pavilion
Author Du Mu Tang Dynasty
The victorious and defeated soldiers have unexpected family affairs, and it is a man to bear shame.
The children of Jiangdong are so talented that their comeback is unknown.
Translation
Victory or defeat is a common matter for military strategists, and it is difficult to predict in advance. A true man is one who can endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens. Overlord of Western Chu, Jiangdong's descendants are full of talents. If they can regroup and fight back, it's hard to say who will win and who will lose when Chu and Han fight.
4. Rewarding Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou
Author Liu Yuxi Tang Dynasty
Bashan Chushui is a desolate land, abandoned for twenty-three years. Nostalgic, I recite the flute poems in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read them, I feel like a dead person.
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees. Today I will listen to a song of Junge, and for now I will have a glass of wine to keep my spirits up.
Translation
In the desolate place of Bashan and Chushui, I lived in silence for twenty-three years. I can only play the flute and compose poems, and I feel so melancholy. When I came back, things were different and people were different. I was like a dead man. By the side of the sunken boat, thousands of sails were racing; in front of the diseased tree, thousands of trees were in spring. Let me listen to you sing a song today, and cheer me up with a glass of wine.
5. Climbing the Stork Tower
Author Wang Zhihuan, Tang Dynasty
The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea.
If you want to see a thousand miles away, take it to the next level.
Translation
The setting sun slowly sinks against the Western Mountains, and the mighty Yellow River rushes towards the East China Sea. If you want to see enough of the thousands of miles of scenery, you have to climb to a higher tower.