I would rather be a junior officer to fight for my country than a white-faced scholar who can only carve sentences and find chapters.
2, long hate this body is not me, when to forget the camp. -"Linjiang Fairy, Drinking Dongpo at Night, Sobering Up" Song: Su Shi
I often resent that this body doesn't belong to me. When can I forget the fame and fortune?
3, talk can be full, dreams are unreasonable. -"Dongting Lake blocked the wind and gave it to Zhang Shiyi's headquarters. When I moved from Yangshan to Jiangling Don Han Yu
Although speaking now can dispel hunger, the dream of life is unfounded.
4, when to return, talking and laughing. -"Mountains and rivers, the rhyme of the completion of the second master's Qingfeng Pavilion" Qing: Gu Taiqing
When I go back that year, I will laugh and say some things that compete with each other.
5, boarding the car, waiting for Xuanyuan, roaming the blue sky, its joy is beyond words. -"Two Flying Dragons Crossing the River" Tang: Li Bai
I really want to fly in the wind, get on the Luan car that Huangdi rode, stay with Huangdi and swim in the blue sky together. That kind of fun must be wonderful.
6. It's too late to lobby for a ride. -"Nanling children don't go to Beijing" Tang: Li Bai
Wan Chengwang, a lobbyist, has been suffering from the lateness of the hour, so he hurried over and began to run a long way.
7, but from now on, remember Chu Loufeng and bring the bright moon. -"Man Jiang Han Hongshui Dong Liu" song: Xin Qiji
From now on, we should firmly remember our friendship with Pei Tai in Chu Lou.
8. May heaven and earth enjoy themselves, tonight every year. -"Erlang Shen Yan Guang Xie" Song: Liu Yong
May heaven and earth, year after year, year after year, be happy.
9. In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace. -"Binding the Family to Songshan" Tang: Wang Wei
At the foot of the distant and lofty Songshan Mountain, I stayed at home and refused to spend my old age on earth.
10, the mud fell into the air, dreaming of youth language. -Song of "Born in the Autumn": Wu Wenying
When the soil falls, I want to draw a beam, but I can't draw it. I dream of youth.
Random thoughts on enjoying plum blossoms
Yuan: Liu Yin
The east wind blew off the dust and sand, dreaming of Chu Shi's home in the West Lake;
I'm afraid that the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River will decrease, which is not plum blossom.
Reward:
At the beginning of the Northern War, the spring breeze blew off the dust on the branches and leaves of plum blossoms. Now the plum blossoms bloom again after winter, which reminds me of Lin Bu, which is famous for loving plum blossoms. Perhaps this plum blossom in the north, after the war, also dreams of taking root in the isolated plum garden in Lin Bu? The last two sentences were denounced as a stroke. First, I am worried that the spring scenery in Jiangnan will decline and the plum blossoms in West Lake may wither. But on second thought, I just use plum blossoms to express my feelings. The rise and fall of plum blossoms is not what I really care about. What the poet wants to express is the sadness that the great rivers and mountains in the south of the Yangtze River fell into the hands of Mongolian rulers.
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Ancient poetry network. Ancient Poetry Network [citation time 20 17- 12-20]
2. What are the answers to the poems that struggle for dreams?
1, sincerely added, Shikai. Stick to your dreams and realize your life dreams with tenacious perseverance and extraordinary fighting spirit. )
2. Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history. -Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Zero Ocean
At that time, people didn't know Lingyunmu, so they waited for Lingyun to start to grow taller. Stick to your dream and bury yourself on the road. When the sun shines on your world, you will succeed. )-Komatsu in Du Xunhe
4. Romance is not about winning, but silence is the longest. -Huang Song Sheng's "Partridge in the Sky"
5. The spring breeze cuts palace brocade all over the country, half of which is mud and half is sail. -Li Shangyin
When a person has a dream, life has a direction and a goal to strive for. The life that struggles for dreams is a passionate life and a wonderful life. Struggle for your dreams, this inspirational word, makes everyone with dreams more encouraged and moved on the way to realize their dreams.
3. inspirational and dreamy poems 1, dark snow flag paintings, loud drums.
I'd rather be a junior officer to fight for my country than a white-faced scholar who only engraved his chapter.
Said by: Tang Yangjiong, joined the army.
The heavy snow covered the military flag; The wind roared, mixed with drumming drums. I would rather be a junior officer to fight for my country than a white-faced scholar who can only carve sentences and find chapters.
2. It's hard to go! Travel is hard, don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Said by: Tang Li Bai, It's hard to leave me.
How difficult it is! How difficult it is! There are many roads. Where is the real avenue? I believe that one day, I can ride the wind and waves, hang Yun Fan high and forge ahead bravely in the sea.
3. Fear of the beach means fear, sighing in the ocean.
Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history.
From: Crossing the Ocean by Wen Song Tian Xiang.
I'm still afraid of the fiasco at Fear Beach. I'm staying in Yuan Lu alone. Who can live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a patriotic heart that reflects history.
4. The east wind blew away the dust and sand, dreaming of Chu Shi's home in the West Lake.
I'm afraid that the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River will decrease, which is not plum blossom.
From: Yin's Random Thoughts on Watching Mei.
At the beginning of the Northern War, the spring breeze blew the dust off the branches and leaves of plum blossoms. Now the plum blossoms are blooming again, which reminds me of Lin Bu, which is famous for loving plum blossoms. Perhaps this plum blossom in the north, after experiencing the bonfire of war, also dreams of taking root in the isolated plum garden in Lin Bu.
5. When a man dies in the wild, they bury his ears with boots when he dies. How can he lie in the hands of a woman in bed?
From: The Biography of Ma Yuan in the Later Han Dynasty by Ye Fan in the Southern and Northern Dynasties.
A man should die on the frontier battlefield for his country, wrap the body in the skin of a war horse and transport it back to his hometown for burial. How can he live in bed with a woman?
4. Inspirational ancient prose or poems about dreams 1. Why don't men take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan?
Please go to see the paintings of the founder heroes with pictures. Another scholar was once called the aristocrat of a million families?
From: Tang, the fifth song of Thirteen Poems of South Garden.
Why don't men wear weapons and gather in Guanshanji Fifty States? Please go to Lingyange, where there are heroes of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and see which scholar was once named the Marquis of every household in the food city.
2, just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year.
Said by: Qin Yuan Chun by modern Mao Zedong.
Students are in their youth and prime of life; Everyone is ambitious, unrestrained and strong. Commenting on state affairs, writing these turbulent and clear articles, treating the warlords and bureaucrats at that time as dirt.
3, the snow is dark and the flag is painted, and the wind is mixed with drums.
I'd rather be a junior officer to fight for my country than a white-faced scholar who only engraved his chapter.
Said by: Tang Yangjiong, joined the army.
It snowed heavily, the flags were eclipsed, the wind roared and the drums were ringing. I would rather be a junior officer to fight for my country than a white-faced scholar who can only carve sentences and find chapters.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea.
Said by: Tang Li Bai, It's hard to leave me.
I believe that one day, I can ride the wind and waves, hang Yun Fan high and forge ahead bravely in the sea.
5, the old man crouches, aiming at thousands of miles;
The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
Said by: Han Cao Cao, Although the Turtle is Born.
Although the old swift horse is squatting by the manger, its ambition is still to gallop thousands of miles; Even in old age, people who aim high will not stop trying to make progress.
5. An inspirational poem about dreams. Is there a kind of beauty that can be eternal? No one told me the answer, only a meteor across the sky.
Are there any memories that can be moved? No one told me the answer, only the rainbow of seven colors after the rain. How can we say that a world without dreams is no longer beautiful? Look at that child's innocent smile.
How can you say that the night without lights is no longer moving? Do you know that stars are also caring eyes? We are youth, we are bright stars in the night sky, we are unruly, we are persistent eagles on the horizon, and nothing can stop our yearning for beauty and influence our investment in youth. The most beautiful poems of youth should be read aloud by us. Youth is a beautiful dream, but it will wake up one day. Youth is a small river, but it will dry up one day. Youth is a rainbow, but it will disappear one day. Youth is a blooming flower, but it will wither one day. The fine sand in your hand has slipped away unconsciously. Youth is a meteor in the sky, but beauty is fleeting. Youth is the fragrance left by happiness. If you want to cherish it, you can accompany it with Richard Clayderman's Whispering in Autumn.
6. Inspirational, classic and the best ancient poetry about dreams: 1, old riding a donkey, aiming at a thousand miles.
The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. (Wei's "Turtles Live Long") 2. This meeting will be crucial. All the other mountains are dwarfed under the sky. ..
3. Bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius. 4, leap, not ten steps; This is a great contribution to the success of Ma Xu.
(The Warring States Xun Kuang's "Persuasion") 5. One dollar a day, a thousand days; The rope saws wood, but water drops stones. Poems about ideals and aspirations _ Baidu Library can also be found on this website, and there are many.
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7. Poetry about dreams and inspiration 1, "Looking for Dreams" Wu Xiaoqiu once had a small wish.
Later, it became a dream that fluttered with the wind. In ignorance, the dream has already drifted away.
In a daze, I lost my way in life. In persistence, I used to languish for Iraq.
People who can forget to guide street lamps. Finally, in the hurry of time, I had an epiphany. Life tells me to look for lost dreams.
So, I searched and found it waving to me in the distance. That's the road to dreams.
That's the intersection where I met teenagers. It's just that this road is full of thorns
But life says that without cruelty, there is no courage. Fortunately, after thousands of pursuits, I finally saw it.
From then on, I only care about suffering. 2. "I have a dream" I have a dream in the morning of the sea. This is an impossible dream. I want to stand on tiptoe and touch the cheek of the sun. I want to ride fireflies to the moon palace secretly. The stars are twinkling, telling me that the Milky Way is an ocean that will never be crossed. 3. Dream is a complicated ship. I can't bear the stars all over the sky, just as it can't bear my sadness. A deep night dream made me silent, silent, singing and dancing, and jumped out of the most injured footsteps with the most injured belt. Beauty, cruelty, fate, moonlight and the shadow of the house outline the injury that I will never let go. This is a dream that turns into water. When I am wet, I love, turn into fire and burn me. Okay, okay, hallucinations are hallucinations. You said yes, yes, forget it. I said, criss-crossing, bustling streets are like who misses you in a calm, you are a dream ... 4. My dream Chen Su My dream is a stranded boat, cracked and tired patent leather, and the layers of white sea salt on the broken mast are countless tears. I have set sail and followed the call of the other side of the blue sea for the future, full of expectation but short-lived, like the roar of a smoke storm, like the carnival of wild animals, like nightmares again and again, and my life is smoke floating everywhere, and my future is a bottomless black abyss, with fragmented dreams and sad regrets. My sadness was predestined ten thousand years ago: an unyielding soul always has to go through difficulties.
5. "A Dream on the Ruins" The sky in Gu Yue Lake is still gloomy, like a gray mood. It has not been unsealed. The thrilling night rain last night washed away the hazy disappointment. Looking at the ruins in front of me, I slowly picked them up and saw the seedlings on the broken tiles. Suddenly I was full of confidence, waiting for the dark clouds to clear away and the thin-winged butterfly to sing at dawn. I witnessed its life. This is often a dark wilderness. The cool figure reveals helpless loneliness, perhaps because of the teasing of dark clouds, perhaps because of the preference of fate. Sunshine rarely comes seriously, and Ye Fang is also very picky, unwilling to get involved in the occasional mountain wind touching the desolate traces. The voice of history seems to be mixed with unspeakable pain. This once glorious paradise has been recorded, but now it is just a cycle of time. Now it's just a forgotten ruin. I don't know what year this year is, but I'm sure it won't be too far away. Perhaps it is because of loneliness or a butterfly's obsession or ambition. A gray cocoon unexpectedly appeared on the gravel, and new green leaves grew at the same time, thinking that the cocoon was just a temporary impulse of moths, and the green leaves were just a grass left by greedy birds unintentionally, thinking that the world would never be seen and would always be in ruins, so no one would pay attention to it. Whispering once brought out by the mountain wind is the only dream left in the ruins. It is a dream to be angry and plant the last seed at will. If fate has no intention of scanning this ruin, it will shake its head and then affirm that unless the power of dreams, the ruin will always be a ruin. When the dark clouds finally disperse again, the grey cocoon will break a small gap and spit out pink buds on the green leaves, and the gap outside will gradually crack. The sky penetrates deeply into the pink buds, gradually expanding, growing and emitting fragrance. When a butterfly with thin wings flies, the bud opens into a perfect flower. Once a beautiful dream is sown, only a ray of light and dark clouds will disperse from the water under the bridge, and the dream flowers on the ruins will be graceful and touching, so the fate will be irreversible. All the land where dreams were sown had a magnificent counterattack. From now on, there is no need to worry about ruins and losing their brilliant dreams. It is all the lost and forgotten hopes that an unintentional seed can harvest a new spring pupa, that green leaves are the hope that ruins will remain in our hearts forever, and that only dreams can make it blossom fragrant and wonderful flowers. "Dream Sky" Spring Breeze Even if the dream becomes a dream, it is difficult to realize it. Even if the ideal is so far away from reality, people will still dream of the blue sky and shed tears and sweat for their dreams. The dream sky is the hope of life, the goal to pursue and the source of strength. The dream sky is a fairyland in the heart, a paradise in the dream, and a space where thoughts can fly freely. The dream sky is particularly blue. The dream sky is especially bright and sunny, and there will be no sadness and loneliness.