1. Ancient poems about a happy life
Ancient poems about a happy life 1. Asking for poems about a happy life
Seven Pastoral Music (Wang Wei ·Tang Dynasty) (Part 3) The wind is strong at Cailing Ferry, and the sun is setting in the west of Cezhang Village.
The fisherman beside the apricot tree altar, the family in the peach blossom garden. Seven Pastoral Music (Wang Wei Tang) (Part 6) The peach red contains the lingering rain, and the willow green carries the spring smoke.
The flowers have fallen, the children have not swept away the house, the orioles are singing, and the mountain guests are still sleeping. Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields (2) (Tao Yuanming·Wei and Jin Dynasties) The young man has no customary charm, and his nature is to love hills and mountains.
I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss.
Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.
Elm and willow shade behind the starling tree, peach and plum trees in front of the hall. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is still there.
Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow on top of mulberry trees. The courtyard is free of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure.
After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature. Drinking at Home (1) (Lu You·Southern Song Dynasty) The garden hut is rotated to point to Gu Cheng, and the willow shades are already covered with singing orioles.
In a hundred years, a few glasses of wine will not last three days in a month. Owls and herons are extremely durable towards people, and there is no camp in the mountains and forests.
The poems are comic and recited by Cao Cao, without the need for Han Gong to speak aloud. Pastoral Excitement at Four Seasons (1) (Fan Chengda, Southern Song Dynasty) Farmers work in the fields during the day and work on hemp crops at night, and the children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
2. Asking for poems about a happy life
There are many, many. I will send them to you. There are many peaches in the Book of Songs. The peaches of peaches are shining with their flowers.
When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family. The peaches are as beautiful as the peaches.
When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family. The peach is young, its leaves are pure.
When the son returns home, it will be a good time for his family. Many of Li Qingzhao's poems describe family happiness.
Xiaochong Mountain Spring arrives at Changmen, the grass is green, some of the red plum blossoms are broken, but they are not evenly blooming. The cage of green clouds grinds the jade into dust, leaving behind the dream of dawn and breaking through the spring.
The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door, and the sparse curtains cover the pale moon. It is like dusk. In the second year, I lost my job to Dongjun for the third time, and I am returning, intending to spend this spring.
Linjiang Fairy Plum The courtyard is a little deeper, the spring is late in the cloud window and foggy pavilion, who is haggard and loses her beauty. It's good to have clear dreams at night, and it should be from Nanzhi.
The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful. The Qiang pipes in the south tower are no longer blowing. Who knows when the strong fragrance blows away? The warm wind will be delayed by the sun, but it will not reach the fatness of the apricot blossoms.
Celebrating the Qing Dynasty slowly, the bans and gates are low, and the railings are skillfully protected, so that they can monopolize the remaining spring. The guest is standing still, showing his innocence in all his grace and grace.
After the flowers have passed, a new look will appear. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and the moon, long [evil belt] Dongjun.
Beside the east city, on Nanmo, there is the Zhengri Hengchi Pavilion, where people race on the incense wheel. When the feast is over, who can succeed Fang Chen? It's better to be in the palace of bright light. A few branches are close to the sun and even out. The golden statue falls down, and all the candles are used up, regardless of the dusk.
Li Shangyin - "Two Untitled Poems" The phoenix tail incense is several layers thin, and the dome of green text is cracked in the middle of the night. Fan Cai Yue's soul can't hide its shame, the car is driving away and the sound of thunder can't make sense.
Once upon a time, it was lonely, golden embers dark, no news, pomegranate red. The spots are only tied to the shore of the weeping poplar trees, and there is a good wind in the southwest.
The heavy curtains go deep into the Mochou Hall. After lying down, the night is long and thin. The career of a goddess is just a dream, and the sister-in-law has no husband in her home.
If the wind and waves don’t believe that the water chestnut branches are weak, who will teach the moon dew that the osmanthus leaves are fragrant. It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.
Li Shangyin——"Untitled" Last night the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
The next seat will be warmed by spring wine, and the red wax lamp will shine on each seat. Sighing, I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request. I walked around Malantai and turned around.
Li Shangyin - "Untitled" It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look in the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
"Untitled" Li Shangyin came with empty words and left without a trace, the moon was setting at five o'clock upstairs. The dream is so far away that it is difficult to recall it, and the book is hastily turned into ink.
The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus. Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan.
A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond. The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
The Jia family peeked behind the curtain of Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of Wei Wangcai. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
A sentimental spring evening, but the night is dark for a while. The sound of the building will make you feel timid when climbing up, and the curtain will be too warm to feel uncomfortable.
I am so ashamed of the hairpin and the swallow, I am really ashamed of the Luan in the mirror. Returning to Hengtang at dawn, Hua Xing gave me a precious saddle.
Wherever the mourning kites are in charge, the cherry blossoms are always hanging on the banks of the alleys. The old daughter of the owner is not for sale, and it is three and a half months in the day.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and we are watching from the same wall after the Qingming Festival. Returning to the fifth watch, the swallows in Liangjian sighed after hearing this.
Untitled There was a date when Chinese Valentine's Day came, and the curtains of the wedding room are still hanging down. The moon is like a rabbit's new soul, but the iron net coral has no branches.
Check and Shenfangjiao is stationed in the scene, and collect the phoenix paper to write about lovesickness. The internal biography of Emperor Wu is clearly there, but the world always doesn't know.
Untitled The smoke and fog stir up the fog, and every time you lean on it, thousands of threads flicker into the sunlight. In order to repay the travellers, I gave them all my farewells, half staying to see them off and half welcoming them back.
Untitled I looked in the mirror secretly at the age of eight and realized that I could already draw my eyebrows. When I was ten years old, I went on an outing and wore Xiaorong as my skirt.
Twelve people learn to play the zither, but they never take off their silver armor. Sixteen relatives are hidden in the fourteenth year, and it is known that she is still unmarried.
Weeping in the spring breeze on the fifteenth day, the swing falls on the back. Fan Chengda of the Tian family works in the fields during the day and weaves hemp at night. The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. Indicating to the King of Chang'an Wang Anshi It is not light to say goodbye when a young man is young, but it is also sad to meet again when we are old.
The hasty cups and plates offer laughter, and the dim light talks about life. Self-pity is separated by the lake and the sea for three years, and it travels thousands of miles like dust and sand.
If you want to know when the later period will be, I will send you a letter to see Yan Nan Zheng. Returning Home Wang Mian My mother was originally strong, but this year she said she was dizzy.
Gu Lian is a guest, and he especially likes his grandson who is a scholar. New business lights, Sangma old village.
Taiping has beautiful customs and there is no need to close the door. Asked why I wanted to live in the green mountains, I smiled without answering and my heart was at ease.
The peach blossoms and flowing water disappear, and there is no other world than this world. ——Li Bai Xin Qiji Qing Ping Le·Village Dwelling The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.
Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk. Whose old lady is white-haired? The older child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving chicken coops; the younger child is most fond of rogues, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.
Du Fu's Visitor Arrives. There is spring water in the south and north of the house, but I can see a flock of gulls coming day by day. The flower path has never been swept by visitors, and now the gate is opened for you.
Plate meals are far from delicious, while bottle restaurants are poor and only have old fermented grains. He is willing to drink with his neighbor, calling across the fence to finish the rest of the cup.
Tao Yuanming Drinking The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. I ask you how you can do it, but your mind is far away and you are biased.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it. Useful sentences to explain happiness using ancient poems. Happiness is the kind of surprise that comes when "a long drought is met by sweet rain, or when you meet an old friend in a foreign land."
Happiness is the kind of relief that "when the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes". Happiness is the warmth of "having close friends all over the world" and "travelling from thousands of miles away".
Happiness is the kind of comfort that "the spring breeze is proud of the horseshoes, and you can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day". Happiness is the kind of boldness that "can be the best" and "read all the beauty of the world".
Happiness is the beauty of "the willow wind blowing on your face without chilling" and "everything is always spring". Happiness is the kind of harmony where "my own new words have the most delicate rhyme, Xiaohong sings in a low voice and I play the flute".
Happiness is the kind of leisure that "the shepherd boy returns and rides on the back of the cow, playing the piccolo without any tune". Happiness is the kind of scenery that "in the past I rode a horse, but now I drive thousands of horses here".
Happiness is the kind of freedom and ease that "the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is clear enough for birds to fly". Happiness is the kind of luck that "everywhere you go is happy and you are always in peace".
Happiness is the magnanimity of "I drink wine in Dongmengu, my heart is as light as a feather". Happiness is the broad-mindedness of "a little bit of awe-inspiring energy, a thousand miles of joyful wind".
Happiness is the elegance of "drinking good wine until you are slightly drunk, and seeing the beautiful flowers half blooming". Happiness is the refreshing feeling of "the water in the lotus is fragrant, the wind in the bamboo is full of fan".
Happiness is the kind of pride that "in the old days, the king and his wife flew into the homes of ordinary people." Happiness is the tenderness of "being married as husband and wife, and loving each other without doubt".
Happiness is the feeling of "without the wings of a colorful phoenix in the body, but with a clear understanding in the heart". Happiness is "Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new and green.
3. What are the poems about "happy life"
1. "Passing the Village of an Old Friend"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
An old friend invited me to Tian's house.
The green trees are close to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside. Open a banquet and talk about mulberry trees and hemp.
On the Double Ninth Festival, we will come to treat you with chrysanthemums.
Translation: An old friend is preparing a sumptuous meal and wants to invite me to his hospitality. The green woods surround the village, and the green mountains lie outside the city. I open the window and face the vegetable garden, holding a glass of wine and chatting about the crops. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, I invite you to come here to watch. Chrysanthemum.
2. "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late.
< p> The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upward.The bamboos are noisy, and the lotus leaves are floating in the fishing boat. p> Translation: The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and the night falls, making people feel that it is early autumn. The bright moon shines clear light from the gaps in the pines, and the clear spring water flows on the rocks.
The noisy sound in the bamboo forest is thought to be the return of the washer girl, and the swaying of the lotus leaves is thought to be the light boat wandering up and down. The fragrance of spring may as well be allowed to fade away, but the kings and grandsons of the mountains in autumn can stay for a long time.
3. "Weichuan Tianjia"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.
The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.
There are pheasants and wheat seedlings, and silkworms are sleeping on the mulberry leaves.
Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other.
This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away.
Translation: The village is covered with the afterglow of the sunset, and the cattle and sheep return one after another along the deep alleys. The old man misses his grandson who is grazing, and his stick is waiting for him at the firewood gate of his house. The pheasants are crowing, the wheat is about to ear, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are already thin. The farmers returned to the village with their hoes behind their hands, laughing and loving each other. Why don't I envy you for being so comfortable? I couldn't help but chant "The Decline" sadly.
4. "Spring Dawn"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
Translation: I was too sleepy in spring to realize that it was already dawn, and what disturbed my deep sleep was the chirping bird. There was constant wind and rain last night. I wonder how many of the beautiful spring flowers were blown down?
5. "Ask Liu Nineteenth"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Green ants' newly fermented wine, small red clay stove.
It’s snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?
Translation: The light green rice wine is brewed and the small stove is heated. The sky is getting dark and the snow is getting thicker. Can you take a look at the humble house and drink a glass of warm wine?
4. Poems about a happy life
Happiness is like a flower. April 24, 2007 at 16:44. Source: Red Sleeves Adding Fragrance: Dan Daner’s thoughts of crossing the Yangtze River. The beauty holding the head of the Yangtze River whispers softly. Happiness is the beauty of roses, which renders a cloud flying in the sky. The smile of the dreamer gradually appears in the sky of a foreign country. Happiness is the beauty and grace of peonies. I am also intoxicated. Birds are whistling and insects are singing. You are The kite that disappears from my sight, you are the dream that melts in early spring. Happiness is the epiphyllum that falls and flies into the sky. Happiness is the agave that ends with no regrets with its wonderful peak. Happiness is the curtain call of gladioli and the string of flower beads. There is still spring. Blessings, happiness is the continuation of gardenia life, the surge of the rest of life after the calamity, the awakening after nirvana. No, I believe that happiness is perfume, lily, and happiness is evergreen.
5. What are the poems about a happy life
1. "Looking at the Evening in the Spring Courtyard" Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Xiao Cui
Talking about the Spring Courtyard and Looking at the Evening , the towers hide themselves from each other.
The plum blossoms on the window are falling late, and the bamboos on the pond are blooming.
The sound of springs makes you aware that water is in danger, and the arrival of clouds makes you realize that mountains are near.
Don’t worry about the flowers not flying, but be afraid that the flowers will fly away.
2. "Poetry on the Wall of Bailong Cave in Guangxi" Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Shi Dakai
Stand up and climb the mountains, raise your eyes to illuminate the distant sky.
Destroy the Buddha and worship the Emperor of Heaven, and immigrate to the retro style.
When approaching the army, he is praised as a brave general, and when playing in a cave, he admires the heroic poets.
The sword energy shoots into the stars, and the literary light shoots up the sun and the rainbow.
3. "Ugly Slave: Meditating on the Events of the Fifteen Years" Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Gong Zizhen
Meditating on the Events of the Fifteen Years, I am filled with talents and tears. Bear the heart of the flute and the name of the sword.
When spring comes, I don’t have any caring dreams. If I confess to myself that I am wandering, but if I don’t believe that I am wandering, please read the bedside Golden Scripture.
4. "The Story of Encountering Immortals in Peach Blossom Temple" Year: Ming Dynasty Author: Tang Yin
At that time, we first met each other under the peach blossom tree in this gate.
I have only seen immortals planting peach trees, but I have never heard of immortals looking at the red flowers.
I look forward to the immortal's visit every day, and the peach blossoms smile in the spring breeze every day.
As soon as I heard that the fairy had arrived, the peach blossoms turned red.
In the Peach Blossom Valley, there are peach blossom fairies, and peach blossom beauties sleep under the trees.
The soul of the flower makes peach blossom wine, and you are destined to recognize the fragrance of flowers.
Good wine will dispel sorrow and sorrow, and you will feel safe while lying drunk under the flowers.
Among the flowers, you don’t know that the sun and the moon are short, but you don’t expect that the world has been around for thousands of years.
I don’t want to be polluted by the mundane world, I would rather be a flower fairy on the branches.
When spring comes in March and the fragrant breeze carries it, it is the flower slave who greets you.
5. "Sanchuigang" Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Yan Suicheng
The hero immediately rose from Shatuo, but Zhu Liang was so domineering.
It is difficult to support Tang Sheji with one hand, but the city still supports the mountains and rivers of Jin.
There are strange children under the wind and cloud tent, and there are many tears in front of the drum horn lamp.
In the desolate way down the hill, people still sing "A Hundred Years Song".
6. Poems about a happy life
Happiness is like a flower April 24, 2007 at 16:44 Source: Red Sleeves Adding Fragrance: Dan Daner’s thoughts of crossing the Yangtze River
The beauty holding the head of the Yangtze River
Whispering softly
Happiness is the beauty of roses
It renders a cloudy sky
Flying in the sky of a foreign land
Gradually appearing in the clouds
The smile of the dreamer
Happiness is the beauty of peonies
< p> Grace is also intoxicatedBirds are whistling
Insects are chirping
You are the kite that disappeared from my sight
You are The dream that melted in early spring
Happiness is like the fall of an epiphyllum
It is a flying sky
Happiness is like an agave
With wonderful sublime Feng
As an ending without regrets
Happiness is gladiolus
Strings of flower beads and the curtain call
And the blessing of spring
p>Happiness is gardenia
The continuation of life
The surge of the rest of life after the disaster
The awakening after Nirvana
No
I believe more
Happiness is a perfume lily
Happiness is a evergreen
7. Poems praising a happy life , sentence
Sweetness comes from bitterness
Plant the tree if you want to enjoy the cherries, and open the canal if you want to enjoy happiness.
Tie a rope around your waist to hammer and blast. The mountains and rivers are shaking.
The water from the Hongqi Canal flows into the fields, and the seedlings grow bright green.
A power station is built in Fentouling, and every household installs electric lights.
As soon as the sun shines The switch door opens and the radio starts singing.
The subway bulls are running everywhere, everyone is laughing,
Sweetness comes from bitterness, and red flowers bloom every year.
The water in the Hongqi Canal is in waves.
The water in the Hongqi Canal is in spray, and all the members are smiling.
Electricity is generated on mountaintops with water, and dry land with water becomes fertile farmland.
Holding the canal water in your hand and drinking a few sips, you feel comfortable and sweet all over.
The water in Hongqi Canal is endless, and I can’t finish singing my songs.
Always follow the Communist Party and live a happy life with boundless joy.
Hongqi Canal
Hongqi Canal is long and wide, winding around the mountains.
It passes through countless mountains and crosses thousands of rivers, gullies and beaches.
There are rocky shores along the way, and the cliffs are so difficult.
Hard work can make a hero. The harder the hardship, the stronger the hero's will.
Hard work and skillful work can knock down thousands of mountains with one kick.
Call for orders. The mountains give way, and I take Zhangshui to return home.
Power stations were built along the way, and electric lights and horns were installed.
The thousands of hectares of land in our county were irrigated, and the farmers felt as sweet as honey.
From now on, the harvest was guaranteed and they were happy. Live for eternity.