From the Qing Dynasty poet Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Za Shi", translation: The sadness of parting extends to the distance of sunset, leaving Beijing, waving his whip to the east, and feeling that people are at the end of the world. I quit my job and went home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.
Two: there are strong joints and bones, and they have no intention of ending. After several storms, I would rather bend than bend. Still green all the year round, not competing with the crowd, looking up at the sky, unknown, bleak. Die bravely, die happily, without complaint.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Qian's poem "Ode to Bamboo by Water", translation: Bamboo stands upright because of its joints, and is self-righteous unintentionally. It would rather fold in the wind and rain than bend in the wind and rain. It is evergreen in spring, summer, autumn and winter and will not compete with other flowers and plants. Looking up at the blue sky, unknown places are towering in the bleak room. I have the courage to sacrifice myself without complaint.
Three: if you don't touch the mud, you won't be evil.
From the Song Dynasty poet Zhou Dunyi's "Love Lotus", translation: I only like the uncontaminated lotus growing from the accumulated silt, but after washing it with clear water, it doesn't look enchanting.
Four: Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.
From the Song Dynasty poet Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ocean", translated: Who can live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a patriotic heart that reflects history.
Five: Life or death in this country is selfish, every cloud has a silver lining, so avoid it.
From the Qing Dynasty poet Lin Zexu's "Go to the Garrison, Climb the Pass and Show My Home", translated: If it is good for my country, I will disregard life and death. If you are lucky, can you avoid troubles and face difficulties?
2. Poems or sentences about the beauty of the soul. (1) Swallows have gone, and sometimes they will come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Peach blossoms have faded, but when they bloom again. ...
(2) Flowers bloom, cicadas sing, leaves fall and snowdrifts.
(3) When fingers jump, the wind is no longer sad; When black and white flow, thoughts will forget the pain; When the melody is exciting, heaven and earth will only wander in my heart. ...
4) Gently swaying catkins, like your flowing long hair; That shining star is like your bright eyes; A touch of Xia Hong that day is like your gentle lips; The light rain is like a daughter's endless yearning for your mother.
5) It is not difficult to set off instant fireworks, but it is difficult to freeze the glory and eternity of this moment in the night sky; It is not difficult to summon up courage for a while, but it is difficult to maintain this immortal fighting spirit for a lifetime; It is not difficult to get a moment of happiness, but it is difficult to laugh at the end.
6) When Dr. San Lv embraced the river with stones, when the overlord of the land of Xi hanged himself, when the whole sunset glow was dyed red with blood, when Prometheus was pecked naked by a giant eagle, and when laocoon twisted his body and tried to defend his son, there were lamentations from Hengtaili in history, but the end of their lives was so loud and powerful that they still knocked on people's hearts for thousands of years and played a never-ending farewell to life!
7) A person cannot covet comfort, a nation cannot covet comfort, and a country cannot covet comfort. People who love ease are doomed to play with things and do nothing; A nation that yearns for comfort is doomed to decline, without vitality and creativity; A country that loves ease is bound to be eliminated and abandoned in the increasingly fierce international competition.
8) Wind, passing through the water surface, leaving ripples; Sunshine, through the clouds, leaving a trace of warmth; Years, through the Woods, leave rings ... So, my friend, what should we leave behind when we walk on the big stage of the times? We should leave the pride of youth and the footprints of dreams; We want to leave our true self, our individuality, our interpretation with no regrets, and our bright stars!
9) People run at the same time, missing the spring when peach blossoms send snowflakes and spring breeze to wake frogs, the summer when waves crack and flowers cover the sky, the autumn when straw is full of golden dew trees to send dead leaves, and the winter when snow and water freeze on the hillside. People should pace in such a season and such a landscape, so that every footprint has notes of jade rhyme, gold and silver. This is our world.
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3. That ancient poem about the beauty of the soul, Mo Mei, is the first tree in Xiyan Lake of my home, which is full of flowers and light ink.
Don't boast of good colors, just leave the air full of dry Kunbu operators. Cao Zusong's bamboo is cold, and it's getting late. No one is alone in the secluded path Who can complain about this hatred? Like * * * plum blossom language, there are still lovers looking for it. When I intentionally smelled it, I refused to smell it, but it was unintentional ... How many old dreams of Hua Zefeng came to nothing? How many new dreams are there? Ambition has long been beyond the sky, and ambition will not change between heaven and earth. You once sent me warmth. Who am I sailing for now? Wonderful pen is full of brilliance. Who will read a new article under the lamp? Operator.
Yongmei (Luyou) Post Office near the broken bridge is lonely. It's already lonely, and dusk is already lonely. It is even more stormy, and I have no intention of fighting for spring. Every group of people are jealous, and the dust and soil are smashed into dust, only the smell is the same. Hope to adopt.
4. Mo Mei, an ancient poem about spiritual beauty
My Xiyan Lake Head Tree,
Flowers bloom and fade with ink marks.
Don't boast that the color is beautiful,
Leaving only fresh air and dry Kun.
Buzuozicao Formation
The pine and bamboo are cold, and the sun is dusk.
No one is alone in the secluded path Who can complain about this hatred?
Such as plum blossom language, there is still a lover.
When you intentionally smell it, you refuse to smell it, but the smell is unintentional.
.. Huaze Peak
How many old dreams have gone up in smoke?
How many new dreams are there?
Aim at the horizon,
The will between heaven and earth will not change.
You brought me warmth,
Who am I sailing for today?
The wonderful pen is full of brilliance,
Who is reading the new article under the lamp?
Operator. Plum blossom ode
(land travel)
The station was broken by the bridge, and it was lonely. It's dusk, and it's stormy.
I have no intention of striving for spring. Everyone is jealous, and the dust and mud are ground into dust. Only the fragrance remains unchanged.
look
Adopt it
5. There are ancient poems about the beauty of the soul.
When we look forward to the dawn
The spring breeze in May blew a strong wind.
She brought a beautiful spring morning.
Sweep away the cold and depressing winter
At this moment.
Every grass and tree in the motherland
How much I need your gentle touch
People who have suffered disasters.
How much we need the nectar of civilization and courtesy.
ah
It's windy
Spring breeze with five stresses and four beauties
Spring breeze of spiritual civilization
The earth is being caressed by you.
People are sucking your milk.
You see
That dry branch
Green shoots are sprouting.
In the hearts of hundreds of millions of people
Flowers with beautiful hearts are in full bloom.
There are also: when Dr. San Lv embraced the river with stones, when the overlord of the land of Xi hanged himself, when the whole sunset was red with blood, when Prometheus was pecked naked by a giant eagle, and when laocoon twisted his body and tried to defend his son, there were cries in Hengtaili in history, but the end of their lives was so loud and powerful that it still hit people's hearts for thousands of years and played a never-ending farewell song of life!
6. Poetry about the Beauty of the Soul In May, when we were looking forward to the dawn, the spring breeze blew the wind. She sent a bright spring morning to sweep away the cold winter. At this moment, everything in the motherland needs your gentle care, and people suffering from disasters need the nectar of civilization and courtesy. The spring breeze of five stresses and four beauties is blowing, and the spring breeze of spiritual civilization is being cared for by you. People are sucking your milk. Look at that withered tree. The branches are sprouting green buds, and hundreds of millions of people are blooming beautiful flowers in their minds. There are also: when Dr. San Lv embraced the river with stones, when the overlord of Chu hanged himself, when the whole sunset glow was dyed red with blood, when Prometheus was pecked naked by a giant eagle, and when laocoon twisted his body and tried to defend his son, there were bursts of wailing in history, but the end of their lives was so loud and powerful that it still knocked people's hearts for thousands of years.
7. What poems describe inner beauty? 1. Lotus leaves the mud but is not stained. It is clear and not demon. Straight outside, not crawling, clear fragrance, graceful and quiet, not ridiculous from a distance. Zhou Dunyi's Love Lotus Theory
2, my fair lady, a gentleman is good. The Book of Songs? Guan Yu? the pre-Qin days
3, the final warmth, Shu Shen. -"Guo Feng Gao Yan Feng Yan"
4, right, right, right, right, right. -"National Wind, Nan Zhou and Ge Tan"
5, thin dirty my private parts, thin clothes. Is it harmful? Motherly parents. -"National Wind, Nan Zhou and Ge Tan"
The girl is going to get married and return to her husband's family happily. -"Guo Feng Nan Zhou Yao Tao"
7, the final warmth, Shu Shen. -"Yan Yan"
8, although destroyed, parents are boring! -"The national wind Nan Zhou is like powder"
9. Thirteen can weave, fourteen can cut clothes, fifteen can play, and sixteen can recite poems. -"Peacocks Fly Southeast"
10, since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a glowing heart. -"Crossing the Ocean" Wen Tianxiang
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -"Untitled" Li Shangyin