(Tao Jin Yuanming's Return to the Garden) can show the love, dedication and hard work of employees. (Tang Yang Jiong's "xian county Order, Fufeng Dou Jing Yan Si Zan") There are four kinds of metaphors for gentlemen: aboveboard, innocent, honest and credible, and not bullying into a dark room.
(Tang Luobin's "Firefly Fu") You can be honest and clean, and you won't operate behind the scenes. If you think sincerely, you will learn from others. Mencius on Li Lou embodies honesty. Six gentlemen have substance in their words and perseverance in their actions.
The Yijing family has a basis for doing things, not making false accounts. (Ren Yun, an ancient river in Qing Dynasty) No matter how carefully you think, an oversight may lead to failure, and no matter how superb your skills are, you will not succeed without sincerity.
It can be used to illustrate that financial agency work requires not only skill but also integrity. An honest man is the foundation of a saint and the source of a hundred lines.
(Song, Zhou Dunyi, The General Book) Integrity can make a career flourish. There is no end to sincerity in The Doctrine of the Mean.
Always encourage yourself with sincerity. 10 means not to make money and honestly not to lose money.
(Feng Ming magnum, "Awakening the World, Keeping Words, Selling Oil Lang monopolizes the flower base") Honesty and trustworthiness do not suffer. 1 1 is better than sincerity.
(Yan Zhitui, Northern Dynasties, Northern Qi Dynasty "Yan Jiaxun Famous Articles") Clever hypocrisy is not as good as clumsy sincerity. 12 take straight, not curved.
(Ming, anonymous, "Zenggu Literature") It is better to fight for it than to compromise.
2. Sentence about accounting 1 Of course, we are psychologically prepared and regard death as the inevitable destination of life, thus agreeing with the statement that everyone owes an account to nature and everyone has to settle accounts-death is natural, undeniable and inevitable.
-Freud 2 was heartbroken. It was late at night in Changting, and the shower began to rest. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to? -Liu Yong's "Yulinling" 3 Treat me with long hair and waist, and Dongfeng laughs. Participating businessmen will report at the same time, and people in Bailiguan Mountain will laugh.
The charming moonlight in winter seems to attract Liao from China. Even at the invitation of the Great Wall, the dogwood of Chongyang has long since disappeared.
Treat me waist-length with long hair and treat northern beauty well. Deja vu is in bud, and the affair is clear.
There is no panic when the heart is like frost. Conan has a dream. Bring out the best in each other, Lang Jun. Red lights light candles.
When my hair reaches my waist, Dou E floats in the snow. Three feet of white practice swaying, winter and summer like a dream.
Don't be charming when you make a mistake. Yesterday, it was hard to burn. Who wants glass enamel? Give me half a foot of Bi Tao.
When my hair is waist-length, Dongting Lake is still beautiful, gardenias are unique and small fans are dazzling. In those days, the hair was waist-high and the moon was bright and sunny. Now it is time, and the dream of spring last night is still good.
When I have waist-length hair, the beautiful scenery is unique, the bones are found, and the soul is transformed into beautiful things. I wish the Iraqis would come back when my hair is waist-high. I came to Korea from all over the world, and I couldn't see Ruan Lang's smile.
-Germain 4 I am well aware of my weaknesses, but because of this, I want to be with others, and I hope others will be with me. Everyone knows how precious it is to live in this world and realize this wish.
3. Poetry of traditional festivals * Poetry-On the first day of the festival, Wang Anshi's one-year-old firecrackers sounded, and the spring breeze sent warmth into Tu Su.
The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. In autumn, Du Mu's "Silver Candle Qiu Guang" painted a cold screen, waving a small fan and pouncing on fireflies.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega. The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night. Cold food Han Yichun city is full of flowers, and cold food Dongfeng willow branches. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
The gregarious bird Bai Juyi? As common as flesh and blood. I advise you not to pat a bird. My son will be in the nest waiting for his mother to come back.
Wandering in Meng Jiao, the thread in the hands of a loving mother made clothes for her wayward son. She sewed them carefully and mended them thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home, but how much she loved the grass an inch long won three spring flowers. On the night of January last year, the flower market was brightly lit; Liu Weitou on the moon, people about after dusk.
On the moonlit night of January this year, the moonlight is still there; I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes. Meng Haoran prepared chicken and rice for me after my old friend's farm. Old friend, you entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
We open your window, overlooking the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about Sang Ma; Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Mid-Autumn Festival: On the evening of August 15th last year, by the apricot garden beside Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. -Bai Juyi's Watching the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th, drinking alone with the moon, and Li Bai, from from a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone with me. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart to fold his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.
The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.
Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon.
The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors. Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate.
Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river. A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules. Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world.
Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi. Poor Guan Ye Shan Juanying, waiting for five residual wines.
Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky.
Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, dreaming of Meng Haoran in the autumn night, hanging under the moon in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.
Mid-Autumn Festival in Lu Guimeng and other months, first frost lost late, the wind is like a good season. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant.
I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon?
Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask words, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold. The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk.
Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud. The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn.
On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and his feelings were between the fairy houses in the clear autumn. Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water. A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.
Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar. Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold.
Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose. It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.
In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu turned to court in ten rounds, and tonight she took people to the corner alone. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15th the year before last, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
On the night of August 15th, there was a full moon in Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu and laurel seeds, and new discoveries were made in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.
Seeing the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is a high mountain in front of Su Shi's bright moon, and thousands of feet has white hair with red light. A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered.
Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River. Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran.
Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale. Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold.
Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights. The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board.
Did Bo * (left wind and right wind) return before the green fluorescence disappeared and turned to the mountain? The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back.
The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the cold throat * (the general will get worms) will show grass. Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old.
Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems. In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan.
Mid-Autumn Festival, Mifei is poor, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and Wan Daohong breeds mussels. If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon.
The moon is how bright.
4. What are the flowing waters in the poems about flowing water? Only Feiyun and Ran Ran will come and go.
-Qin Guan, the running water is gone, and the spring is gone. -Li Yu, elegant and graceful, in full bloom, out of the water, flowing from west to east.
-Liu Yong's "Falling Flowers" leaves only one tree without saying a word, and the running water enters the pool mercilessly. -Bai Juyi falls into the flower bed and smells the flowing water hole.
-Yi Lee infinite spring sorrow don't ask each other, the depth of the bridal chamber. -was beaten out of the water, * * * to Zhuyu Bay Scenic Area.
-Liu Juan is always tired, and the water is * * *. -Li Shi is running water, and dreams are falling flowers.
-Outside the grass in the distant mountains of Qian Qi, the water falls out. -SiKongShu out of the water, look at it, heartbroken Nanpu.
-Ouyang Xiu wine to a happy day, who sits for tenderness. Get out of the water.
-Li Chi Ngai Qiantang River guests came late, out of the water. -Mo Wen, the capital of Laishui, is waiting for it. The sand moon in Yulin is quiet and dusty.
-Yutao Creek is near, fragrant, far, staring, and out of the water. -Huang Shang remember Levin, after people left.
It's still the same out of water. -Wang Kan came back drunk, just like leaving Taoyuan, but he watched and fell out of the water.
-Huang Tingjian out of the water. The cuckoo was broken in warm days.
-Xie Yi out of the water. There is nothing to hate.
Dreams don't come easily. -Zhang Jixian sees less clouds in the rain and leaves more water.
-Zhao Ding's heart is in vain. Running water is falling, and sadness is rising again.
-a purple Lou Yu is still in the dark. Downstairs water, the setting sun shines.
-Deng Su's song. Get out of the water.
People will be thousands of miles away tomorrow. -Feng Shixing, a moment later, bees and butterflies also paid water.
-Shi Hao asked who Yi was at tonight. Resentment out of the water, wrong six lang.
-Zhaoshan is a misty and rainy platform, and the dawn has no taste. Get out of the water.
-Chen Liang is in a bad mood. Ask him when he can see you again. -look up at the flowing water in the countryside, draw the shadow of the Tang Dynasty and overlook the balcony.
-Wei Liao Weng records that he has been here several times a year, but all of them are out of the water. -Chen Yizhuang, "Flowing Water Flowing Over the Grass".
Next year is easy to remember. -the truth comes out, the sunset glow is fragrant, and this hate meets year after year.
-Zhou Qingyan, out of the water, can't bear to go back. -Zhao Yi floating night powder incense with Meng Han, the water is far away.
-Tang Hui suddenly mountain, the world of mortals blowing down, out of the water. -Liu Chenweng setting sun out of the water, blowing purple, has entered the forest.
-Zhao Wen sunset grass, out of the water, still Nanpu. -Zhan Yuchun Spring comes and goes.
People are out of water. -Yan Lu water broke the bridge and Cao Fang Road, and the light smoke and drizzle disappeared.
-seeks and strangers that's all, the old city will come out. -Lan Pu, Xiong Rudeng, spring twilight, water resentment from the piano.
-Li Qunyu went out of the water to recognize the rooftop, half drunk and alone. -Gao Pian, one hundred years have passed, and everything has been wasted.
-Wei Zhuang's "Running Water and Things" is familiar with the world and tired of lovelorn dreams. -TanYongzhi ancient rock cold cypress, yes, flowing water out of the flower.
-pruning flowers around branches, running water has gone and never returned. -Zhang Sheng's wife is worried about the south bank of Bixi.
Running water is infinite. -after the mountain goes to eternity, the water is ruthless and the flowers are gone.
-Bai Pu, where is the drowning man? There is little green grass. Cheng Wenhai.
5. Poetry about festivals. Festival poetry
the Spring Festival; Chinese New Year
The first day of the lunar month
Wang Anshi
Firecrackers, one year old in addition to the spring breeze, warm into Tu Su. Every family always trades new peaches for old ones.
the Lantern Festival
Raw search sub-element Xi "
(Song) Ouyang Xiu
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
Jade case element Xi
(Song) Xin Qiji
One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain.
BMW carved cars full of incense, the phoenix moved, the basin lights turned and the fish dragon danced all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Looking for him in the crowd, I suddenly turned around, but the man was there, and the fire was dim.
Dragon Boat Festival
Dragon Boat Festival
(Tang) Wenxiu
The festival is divided into Dragon Boat Festival, which is said to be Qu Yuan. I can laugh at the emptiness of the Chu River, but I can't wash it straight.
Jielingmen. Dragon Boat Festival
(Qing) Li Jingshan
Cherry mulberry and calamus, and buy a pot of realgar wine. There is yellow paper hanging outside the door, but I suspect that the account owner is afraid of spells.
Qingming Festival
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Double Ninth Festival
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Mid-Autumn Festival
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
6. I drank poems about festivals by myself. No one is with me? Asking for wine, Yuanlai is in a dream again.
Come to sleep. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
China marched along Deng Bai Road, an ancient poem, bright moon, bright moon, bright night. What is the ceremony? Wangwangkong stood in Song Ci 1: The moon, full of life, is now at sea, looking at the moon and thinking of a distant place, the horizon is * * * at this time.
Bringing a separated heart, the flowing water is loud, and I doubt it is the world. On the bridge pillar of the book.
Who should you sue when you leave home alone? When I got back to my room, the season suddenly changed. For a time, it was very touching, the blue sea was clear and the night was quiet. Cui Jue account.
What's the use of not having a solid name? 2. When Xie Lan was released, the flowers faded, but in an instant. Color clouds are easy to disperse and glass is fragile, which is a problem before inspection.
In a windy and moonlit night, look for old traces in several places, untie your saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. Ren Siyi, I danced. My shadow rolled and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home.
I don't know. The gloss is wet. Just like a young man with flowers in his bridal chamber, in his spare time.
A place in Daqing, Mongolian means "the place where the moon rises". After a rain, I am eager to turn around. More Xiangjiang, Phoenix, and Sleep.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is cold and the moonlight is frosty. 9. Meng Haoran: There is a bright moon in the autumn night, and there is a side. My shadow followed me blankly; : I missed the bright light at the foot of the bed. Could it have been frosted? At night.
Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sleepless, ancient poetry, bright moon, bright moon, it is better to turn back early. Where the moon rises Author: The island moon rises with the sound of the carving returning to its nest, the fish leaps out of blue light, and the piano plays an interpretation of ancient legends. Many unknown people's eyes fell on the birch tree, revealing the wisdom and detachment of the night, but casting infinite tenderness at the moon. It was also the window cut by those old ladies who stuck to the window that night, wrapped in ice flowers and melted in the dream (Sarthou is a pity that there is a romantic wind, and it is a great idea not to crush Qiong Yao.
4. Liu: The moonlit night is deeper, and it's spring dawn in Du Yu. 10. Xiangzitian and Qiu Guang.
If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost. Tang poetry 1. Li Bai. Mid-Autumn Festival 1 If I leave you once in my young mind, can I forgive you, just as leaves can forgive the wind and rudeness, and youth can forgive the years for erasing her? Crickets have stopped playing, pomegranate trees are covered with blushing fruits, and the last rain has wet wild roses (they say the roses by the lake are like songs). Would you like to sit under the moon, listen to me sing my songs and fly to the mountains? Fly over the lake to the full moon. Life is a difficult play. There is no light or music on the stage surrounded by everyone. What if I sing that song with a loud voice that I forgot my name? Years will continue to separate in April, and it will rise to the sky. This lake will also have tidal sounds. It turns out that the full moon is always like this, but the pale autumn chrysanthemums in the forest bloom under the moon, and you and I wave with tears. Don't 1992 10.09 foreign poetry 1. The Venetian Boat Song [English] Moore House ○ When the wind blew through Naples that night, ah, Nina, do you know who was waiting here? Although you are wearing a veil, I can see that you know that love is burning in my heart.
I disguised myself as a boatman and waited here. I tell you trembling: "The ship is ready." Ah, come on! Come on, while the dark clouds still cover the bright moon! Let's use this moonlit night to fly away from home! 2. Hao Yue [France] Wei Erlun ○○○○○○○○○
The pond is like a deep mirror, reflecting the shadow of the black willow, and the wind is sobbing at the tip of the willow ... Dream on, it's time. The vast and warm peace seems to be coming from the starry sky. This is a happy moment.
Like to put a pair of mandarin ducks in two cages, the night is long and considerate, and the clothes with tears: the moon rises from the mountain of heaven, Guan Shanyue. Wall immediately, late, hard to write sincere, cool Qiu Si.
Gradually enter the slight cold weather. To Luo Qi, vaguely recognize the old.
Back silver [into the public], lonely hall first sleep, old chase tour, looming. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass.
I realized that. The mountain is crowded.
I should have just been born in the past, held a heavy party and drank at that time. Life is beautiful, poetic and inspiring. What does life without you mean to me? .
Phoenix candle shines. That house is like a bright moon without a screen. Li Bai: Since from a pot of wine among the flowers, I have been drinking the bright moon alone.
Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes. Although guest appearances are fun.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The soldiers turned around and looked towards the border.
Yun Lan walked without a trace, sad and anxious, and when he woke up, he was sad about the past. How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed?
In recent days, in Zhang Jiuling, the cool weather has taken away the heat. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
I sang. The moon encouraged me. Bring the moon to the bridge of a stream, and you will feel worried, and all the feelings will be born together. Morning glory bears the yoke, the banquet is bleak, and you come back empty! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
So I left my message to the moon. I watched the long road to the Milky Way and broke up with qian yao. In the small building near the window sill, the Tatar army stared at the blue water of the bay. The moon broke up in the autumn night.
Just call, no chance to see Iraq again, drunk, flirting and sighing. Arouse old grievances, the wind scattered silver arrows, exposed gold stems, and promoted the east wall.
Broken leaves knock on the window, the west wind fills the courtyard, and the Beidou withers and leans south. The feast was full of fairy products. Osmunda japonica is not allowed to stay.
Over time, it is an old and tricky thing that the moon is cloudy and sunny. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
9. Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon" swims in Huangzhou on a spring night. Think about it.
The candle is dim and the wine is awake, just like on earth. The leaking sound is long and louder, the sex and rain are heavy, and then the fragrance is more than enough. I want to tell God that I will never give up from now on. Li Shangyin, the joy of the past is gone forever, and I am sad for a pillow. In the infinite haze of the sea of clouds, I am whispering.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People have joys and sorrows, and they are afraid of a beautiful building, and the heights are too cold. Dance a clear shadow; ) 2。
6. Partridges blow into the night wind through the residual smoke. A bright moon hangs on the porch.
Because the road is far away, people are still far away, and my heart is different. Love: Chang 'e mica screen has a deep shadow, the long river is gradually falling and the stars are sinking.
Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the neighbors are in a hurry at night. Unload the saddle and rest on Qingyang Bridge.
8. Su Shi's "Water Melody" Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, turned to my bed, looking forward to a beautiful dream. Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid.
It has been infected with weeds for thousands of years. 5. Look at the bright moon, bright moon, bright moon.
Competition is still insufficient. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
Will goodwill be guaranteed? . The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
2。 The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered. Night is always on the pillow.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh. 5, sitting alone in clothes, there are thousands of feelings.
How can I get it? In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze.
I am often afraid of the coming of autumn festival and the arrest of famous officials, and I have reduced my customs over the years.
7. The poem about hanging money is about thrift: two ancient poems about compassion for farmers: Shen Li hoes the grain at noon and sweats the grain.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. Chanting history-Li Shangyin visited the former sages and became thrifty and extravagant.
Things in the world often become frugal and lose to luxury. -Lu you sentence: a gentleman solves problems with thrift and virtue.
The source of the first book of changes is that a gentleman avoids danger by saving virtue. Work diligently for the country and frugally for the family.
The origin of Shangshu Dayu Mo refers to running the national cause diligently and running the family life thrifty. Thrift, virtue * * * also; Waste is a great evil.
Source "Zuo Zhuan Zhuang Gong Twenty-four Years" Frugality is a great virtue in doing good; Luxury is the root of all evil. People's livelihood is diligent, but diligence is not lacking.
The origin of "Twelve Years of Zuo Zhuan Gong Xuan" is that the livelihood of ordinary people lies in hard work, and only hard work will not lack property. Thrift leads to prosperity, and fornication leads to death.
The source "Mozi Ci Guo" means frugality leads to prosperity, while lewdness leads to death. The Story of Frugality: The Story of Ji Wenzi Ji Wen Zi was born in a family in it runs in the family. He was a famous minister of Lu in the Spring and Autumn Period and served as an official for more than 30 years.
He has been frugal all his life, based on frugality, and also asked his family to be frugal. His clothes are simple and neat, and he has almost no decent clothes except imperial clothes. Every time he goes out, the horses and chariots he rides are extremely humble.
Seeing that he was so frugal, a man named Wang advised his son, "As a minister, you are highly respected, but I heard that your wives and concubines are not allowed to wear silk clothes at home, and you don't have to feed horses and food." You don't even pay attention to your appearance and clothes. Is it too shabby to let people in other countries laugh at you? This is also detrimental to the dignity of our country, and people will say what kind of life Lu Shangqing leads.
Why not change this way of life? It's good for you and your country. Why not? Hearing this, Ji Wenzi smiled indifferently and said to the man seriously, "I also hope to decorate my home luxuriously and elegantly, but look at the people in our country. There are still many people eating coarse grains, wearing shabby clothes, and others are freezing and starving." Considering this, how can I have the heart to add property to myself? If ordinary people are poor in tea and clothes, and I dress up as my wife and concentrate on raising food and horses, it will be heartless to be an official! Besides, I heard that the strength and glory of a country can only be expressed by the noble behavior of its subjects, not by their beautiful wives and horses. In that case, how can I accept your suggestion? This sentence made Zhong Sun look ashamed, and at the same time made him respect Moon Hee more.
After that, he took Ji Wen Zi as an example and paid great attention to the simplicity of life. His wives and concubines only wear clothes made of ordinary cloth, and the horses at home are only fed with chaff.