Mo Tao's slanderers are as deep as waves, and Mo Yan's guests are as heavy as sand.
Although it is hard, it is difficult to blow out crazy sand when it is not golden.
1. Migrator: A person who has been exiled to another country.
2. Tao and Lu: filtering.
The first two sentences of the two poems are: "Mo Tao is as deep as waves, and Mo Yan is as heavy as sand." The meaning of the whole poem is, don't say that gossip can't get rid of people like evil flow, and don't say that the relegated people will sink forever like mud. Gold panning needs to be filtered thousands of times. Although it is hard, only when the precipitation is exhausted will the shining gold be revealed. The poet has been demoted many times, but he is persistent in fighting spirit, optimistic, broad-minded and heroic. Although he has gone through hardships in the remote relegation office, he can finally show that he is not useless waste sand, but bright gold. Through concrete images, this poem summarizes the profound feelings gained from self-experience and gives people philosophical enlightenment.
Hard as it is, you will get gold if you blow up the yellow sand —— Liu Yuxi's "Langtaosha"
It means that it was hard to find gold, and finally it was gold. It is about the hardships of gold diggers, and the emperor will not care about the lives of the people.
Now long is often used to mean not afraid of difficulties.
2. The ugly duckling in the poem "I want to be a white swan" has gone through all kinds of hardships and finally turned into a beautiful white swan under the environment of never giving up the pursuit of beauty. In fact, I also have such a dream.
I'm dark, small and brainless. On my way to school every day, primary school students cast suspicious and mocking eyes at me, and my classmates also laughed at me. I turn a blind eye to these things or silently endure them in my heart, comforting myself: the skin is dark and healthy, and those great people in the world are small people! Edison was a fool when he was a child! So, so, I think I can still, and I still need to struggle. Add some oil to the tank and run tens of thousands of kilometers; Step on the accelerator and surpass all competitors; When the handbrake is pulled, success belongs to me, and victory belongs to me. Usually "maintain" and compete with opponents on the playing field. "I am not afraid of opponents like God, but I am afraid of myself like a pig." Come on! One day, my ugly duckling will also become a white swan!
3. The ugly duckling written by Andersen. Do you know why the ugly duckling becomes a white swan? Early in the morning, a farmer passed by here. When he saw the duckling, he went over and broke the ice with his clogs, and then took him back to his woman. Only then did he gradually regain consciousness. The children all want to play with him, but the duckling thinks they want to hurt him. When he was afraid, he jumped into the milk tray and spilled milk all over the room. The woman exclaimed and clapped her hands. In this way, the duckling flew into the butter basin, then into the flour bucket, and finally climbed out. At this time, his appearance is very scary! The woman screamed and tried to hit him with a poker. The children huddled together to catch ducklings. They are laughing and screaming! Luckily, the gate was open. He got into the newly fallen snow in the bushes. He lay there, almost as if he had fainted. It would be a tragic story if he only told the sufferings and disasters he suffered in this severe winter. When the sun began to shine warmly again, he was lying in the reeds in the swamp. Larks are singing-it's a beautiful spring. Suddenly he raised his wings: they were much stronger than before, and immediately lifted him up and flew away. Before he realized it, he had flown to a big garden. The apple trees here are blooming; Lilacs exude fragrance, and its long green branches hang on the winding stream. Ah, it's beautiful here, full of spring! Three beautiful white swans swam towards him from the shade of the tree. They float lightly on the water, and their feathers whistle. The duckling recognized these beautiful animals, so he felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.
"I want to fly to them, to these noble birds! But they will kill me, because I am too ugly to go near them. But it doesn't matter Being killed by them is much better than being bitten by a duck, pecked by a chicken, and kicked by a maid who looks after a chicken farm. " So he flew into the water and swam to these beautiful swans: when these animals saw him, they immediately raised their feathers and swam to him. "Please kill me!" Said the poor animal. He hung his head on the water, waiting for death. But what did he see on the clear water? He saw his own reflection. But it is no longer a clumsy, dark gray, ugly and annoying duck, but a swan!