The most beautiful ancient poems about charity are as follows:
1. Dedicate yourself to charity and be a role model for being rich and generous. I hope China will promote its ancient ways, and those who have become rich first will learn from them.
2. Leaves fall, flowers fly, and fruits are abundant. When winter comes, ice and snow bring spring. Everything in the world has cause and effect, and all living things are in the hearts of Buddhas.
3. Volunteers dance in the green coconut wind, and the charcoal fire is blazing. Coast red. On a cold night, the stars are shining brightly, and the young eagles gather their strength to hit the sky.
4. Time is unpredictable and the journey is difficult, but your ambition to help others is as strong as ever. We should extend our hands to help those in need, and don’t be afraid of the cold when sending charcoal and adding fuel. Why lament the coolness and heat in the world? You should know that the way of heaven is straight and broad. Cihang becomes a true Buddha through universal salvation, and benevolence brings peace to Shejian.
5. February in early spring is as cold as autumn, and the heat wave is thick among the mulberry trees on Pu. One cent of charity unites the will of all people, and thousands of shares of love flow into a torrent. Sending charcoal in the snow adds joy, helping the poor and helping those in danger to relieve illness and sorrow. Social prosperity promotes welfare, and Longxiang's public welfare reaches new heights.
6. Li flowers are flying with the charm of rain, and the air is like orchids spreading ancient fragrance. Taking advantage of the future, we seek to gather strength, and Western Guangdong is determined to be a great leader.
7. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
8. After harvesting the honey from hundreds of flowers, it will be sweet to whomever you work hard for.
9. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.
10. Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied. After harvesting flowers and turning them into honey, it will be sweet to whomever you work hard for.
11. Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if nothing happened. Don't be afraid of being shattered into pieces, you want to leave your innocence in the world.
12. The high autumn wind howls in August and rolls up the triple thatch on my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond. A group of children in the south village deceived me, saying that I was old and weak, and that I could not bear to face a thief, so they openly carried the grass into the bamboo. My lips were burnt and my mouth was dry and I couldn't breathe. When I returned home, I leaned on my stick and sighed. The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the autumn desert turns dark.
The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside. There is no drying place for the leakage at the bedside, and the rain is like hemp on the feet and has not been stopped. Since my period is chaotic and I don’t sleep much, how can I get wet all night long? There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world and make them happy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that cannot stand up to the wind and rain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!
13. What do you want when you are transported to Huagai? You have already met before you dare to stand up.
14. Walking through the busy city with a broken hat to hide your face, and the wine in the leaky boat is overflowing.
15. With a cold eyebrow and a thousand fingers, he bows his head and is willing to be a Ruzi Niu.