About a poem 1. With a little poem
"Qing Ping Le Lian Lian" Time: Song Author: Yan Lian Lian, go to the water after Qingming.
Fold the thin plum fragrance all over the sleeves, and the exultation of spring is still the same. Back to the east of Mozi, I copied Jin Chai as a wine to drown my sorrows.
The willow shadow is deep and narrow, and the flower tip is small. Zhi Dao "Minus Magnolia, Sunny Autumn" Time: Song Author: Huang Tingjian, Sunny Autumn,
Huang Ju's hat. People who can't speak clearly are definitely scum.
I remember Tian better. Shu Niang is full of flowers.
There are no real beads in the wine cabinet. Don't live with four brothers. He is the same age as Cornus officinalis.
Farewell to Little Flower Year Time: Song Author: Xin Qiji Little Flower Year. This is a spring breeze, but fortunately no one has seen it.
Just be shy and low in powder. I caught a glimpse of people looking back.
Last night, Xichi dated her. Willow is sleepy and careless. It is said that she will come back very late.
It is not used to persuading customers to be stubborn. Before the song started, I felt the flowers trembling.
2. Poems with "small"
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Bai Juyi
Works: two must-haves in the swimming pool
Content:
Two monks sat down, and the bamboo forest covered the chessboard.
No one can see them outside the bamboo forest. Outside the bamboo forest, people can hear the tiny gongs of two monks.
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat through the trail.
Year: Song Dynasty
Author: Ai Changji
Works: Rui Hexian
Content:
There is no snow in Koharu. See two plum blossoms and three flowers, plum blossom season. Pleiadian pregnant woman. For plum blossom snowflakes, share the wind and moon equally. Pure as ice and jade. Talent and sage like type. More leisurely, visit Liu Xian and find the secret truth. Smell it. Huilian Tai Su, Ruiying Wenchang and Shicheng Valve studied. Xiangmen career grandpa, old style. The mud phoenix flies down, the sand embankment returns, and the old green felt is restored. Celebrate the family biography, add eight leaves and one leaf to Lian Fang.
Year: Song Dynasty
Author: Cai Shen
Work: Operator
Content:
The kiosk is clean, and the lotus pond rains for a moment. The wind sends fragrance into the sill, but there is no heat in the pillow. Imagination is like a flower, and the pronunciation of Niannian is blocked. Things are different, disheartened, and I dream of entering Zhoufang Road.
Year: Song Dynasty
Author: Cai Shen
Works: Xiao Chongshan
Content:
Running water, peach blossoms, small caves. Spring in the pot is not old, but it is better than the world. Xiayi crane is a peach crown. The new clothes, the more charming. His works have reached 3,000. Babies and girls are refined into Dan. Liu Lang once asked * * * to become immortal. Ten months, raise a small Jintan.
Year: Song Dynasty
Author: Cao Guan
Works: Shuang Jiao
Content:
It is raining in Mao Mao. Light smoke dances drag the wind. The forest pepper is dense, depending on Asase and Meiyao Peak. Bathing heron dissolves in water. The sunset glow reflects red. It is intended to be similar to Yutang, copying and painting.
Year: Song Dynasty
Author: Cao Xun
Works: Rui Hexian
Content:
Xiaomei is beautiful in color, sunny in wind and beautiful in spring. Xiao Xuan descended to Xiange, feeling lush and healthy, and was first surprised by the flowers. Lan Zhi Tribal Tiger. Celebrate the essence, lasting forever. Bears avoid chariots, virtue is good, and the sixth hospital is on the right. It's sunny. Xiao Wen's musical instrument, Phoenix, dances beautifully with low clouds, and is played slowly by the Qiang army. Embroider incense, fly in the fog, and go to the golden beast. May the Millennium be far away, Mimiya be kind, and the pavilion will persuade you to drink. Long live Xiang Yao Taiwan Yuen Long, Fang Yin.
Year: Song Dynasty
Author: Cao Zu
Works: red lips
Content:
Xiao Zhuqiao, Liu Bian people cross Hengtang Road. The duration of a clear wind. □ The wave marks are gone. The grass is soft and slippery, and the lining is steady and quiet. □□ location. Red flies. Looking back at spring.
3. Poems describing children are as follows
1, riding an ox is far beyond a thousand villages, and the flute is separated from the dragon. How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as Jun —— Huang Tingjian's "The Shepherd Boy"
2. The children hurried after Huang Die, but there was nowhere to be found. -Yang Wanli's Su Xinshi Xugong Store
3, grazing cattle, grazing cattle downstream. Go to herd cattle at night and drive cattle in the village. Walking in the rain-covered Woods, folding and lying on the green grass, singing a little song. The waist is full of short arrows of basil, and I am no longer afraid of tigers biting my calves. -Li her "The Shepherd's Word"
4, compose jade beads for 60 years, who teaches ghosts to be poets. Floating clouds are not Bai Juyi, so they are naturally happy. A boy will hate Long song, and Hu Er will play the pipa. The article is full of people, and I once missed you. -Xuanzong Li Chen's "Hanging Bai Juyi"
5. Walk along the river in the afternoon. The river is clear and flowing under my feet. The stone in the water is as big as a bucket, and the fish swim gently beside it. The little shepherd boy huddled shyly in the fields and fields. Shouting a big dog in his mouth and holding a cow in his hand. -"Cattle Grazing Map"
6, clear water and jade water around mountains and rivers, hand in hand with friends to put paper kites. Willow lightly refers to getting drunk, and it is suspected that it is a dream of childhood. -Xuan Zhiweng
Song Yin is a half-bow moss. I want to study. I am lazy. Bored, I went to the fountain to water the banana. The pattering sound startled the children who were playing. They thought it suddenly began to rain. -Yang Wanli's "Two quatrains of a nap in early summer" is one of them.
8. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. -He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
9. Going out to the farm during the day and performing hemp at night, the children in the village are in charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. -Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous"
10, who doesn't tie the boat outside the fence and the spring breeze blows into Yuwan. The child suspected villagers, but was anxious to go to Chai Men. -Cui Daorong's "Playing in the House is a Thing"
1 1, the shepherd holds a hat and everyone is proud. When grazing, lying on the back of cattle playing piccolo, Niu Geng blowing his head by the river. -Cui Daorong's "Mu Xu"
12, low eaves, green grass on the stream. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked. -Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Village Residence"
13, wicker thread and cotton, and fly a kite after rubbing enough. How much power can spring breeze disperse and take children to the sky? -a poem by Xu Wei about the wind and kites
14, the pond is rich in water plants, and the mountains are soaked by the sunset. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo. -Lei Zhen's "Country Night"
15, soft teeth of plum folic acid, and green window screening of banana. Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air. -Yang Wanli's Two Sentences of Early Summer Nap (Part II)
16, it rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
17, Fu Tian returns to grass, and village children graze in the rain. Master Gao Dong, be the crops around the hut. -Jia Dao's "Stay in Zhengzhou") (excerpt)
18, Qiu Lai is bright and white, trying to get rid of the drunkenness of issuing cards. A nice song is also fun, and children and grandchildren are laughing and pulling clothes. -Quan Deyu "Look in the mirror and see how many white hairs are shining and unique"
19, a unkempt teenager learned to draw a bow, sitting next to him was a raspberry-like moss. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. -Hu Lingneng's The Fishing Child
20. In the sunset, the birds are sparse, and the young children call the cows back. There is no neighborhood in the residence, and Chai Men hides the door alone. -Qiu Wei's Pan-Westfield
22. The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Yue. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. -Yuan Mei "See"
23. The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. -Gao Ding's "Country House"
24, the young girl is only six years old, unknown. In front of the main hall at night, scholars worship the new moon. -Shi Jianwu's Little Daughter Ci
25, children are young, can talk for a long time, see zero sorrow at first sight, sigh for autumn frost. You are extremely poor, and you will never get better. Every time I am afraid, I will show my face first, but I can't see the white sunshine. When I was in my prime, I was also hopeful for the time being. Ji Chen is a good boy, and the future is not over yet. Promote the end of the year, poor years are empty. -One of Wu Jizhi's Two Poems on Labor
26. There are few pedestrians in Gu Xiang, the crescent moon is curved and thin, vines are all over the wall, and children pick lentils. anonymous
27. The mysterious romantic rain has dried up, and the grass is full of flowers and the water is full. A boy sleeps in the shade, and a cow eats in the shade. -Yang Wanli's Eight Songs of Sangcha Tunnel (the seventh song)
28, nothing is far away, the imperial city Zhong Xiaoyi Xifeng. The furnace vanished, the light was dim, and the teenager opened the door with scattered snow. -Li Shangyin's Yi Kuang and Yi Shi
29. Qingjiang River embraces the village stream, and everything in Changjiang Village is quiet. Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied. The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection. However, an old friend provides rice, what else can I ask for? -Du Fu's "Jiangcun"
30, when you meet people, explain that you spit dumb at first and refused to sleep with your car. It is reasonable to cry all night, because it costs too much to wear clothes. -Wei Zhuang's "With Daughter"
4. Ask for ancient poems describing my little daughter.
A young girl's words
Jianwu Shi
The little girl is only six years old. I don't know whether she is clever or clumsy.
In front of the main hall at night, scholars worship the new moon.
Xiaogu ci
Jianwu Shi
There are no more sisters than brothers, and the family loves the youngest.
Sometimes I fly around tits, and I'm tired of watching thrush.
Poems by charming girls
Zuo si
There is a charming girl in my family who looks quite white. The fine print is Su Wan, and the speech is very clear.
The temple is covered with a broad forehead, and the ears are like a wall. In the Ming dynasty, the dressing table stood upright and the eyebrows were swept.
Zhu Yandan's lips are thick and Huang Qinlan's lips are red. If charming words are obscene, anger is clear.
Writing is beneficial to management, but seal cutting is useless. Hold a book and recite what you have learned.
Her sister's name is Huifang, and she has a picturesque face. Light makeup likes the edge of the building, but forgets the spinning performance in the mirror.
Give Beijing a welcome, and it will be easy to stand. The drama is imminent, and the drama is also a battle.
Zhao dances calmly, and his sleeves are flying. Between the upper and lower chords, literature and history need to be rolled up.
Gu Hu's screen painting, if seen, is criticized. When it gets dark, the meaning is hidden.
When you are in the garden, you will pick all the fruits. The red flower is decorated with purple pedicle, and it is flat and sudden.
In the storm of greed for flowers, hundreds of times are appropriate. Frost and snow plays are often accumulated.
And pay attention to the dishes and sit up and manage the dishes. In Momo's letter, phase and number are separated.
It is appropriate to do what you want to do. Stop for tea and call a tripod.
Fat white sleeves, smoke stained with tin. Clothes and quilts are very important, so it is difficult to sink into the water.
Let him do whatever he wants and be ashamed of being accused by his elders. Take a look at the stick and cover your tears with the wall.
Dianjiangchun
I stopped to swing, and I was very tired.
Li Qingzhao
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off. She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers.
Huanxisha
Li Qingzhao
Embroidered hibiscus smiles. Duck wrapped in crab roe with fragrant cheeks. Oh, I don't know
On the one hand, it is full of charm. I hate giving you a hug. The moon moves and the shadow comes back.
5. there is a small condition for finding poetry
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.
But I love you so much that I can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you.
I miss you deeply, but I can only bury you deeply in my heart.
The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you.
But love can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other, but not being together.
But pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible.
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees.
But branches born from the same root can't depend on each other in the wind.
The furthest distance in the world is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But those stars that look at each other but don't meet.
The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between stars.
But even if these tracks meet, there is no place to find them in the blink of an eye.
The furthest distance in the world is not that there is nowhere to be found in an instant.
But we are doomed not to meet before we meet.
The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird.
One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea.
If there is only one day left in the world for me to love you.
I still don't want to interrupt your sweetness with her.
Because I love you very much.
I think I might go to the corner.
Remember the only memory I have with you.
Comfort yourself to die.
God said we would only be together for seven days.
I said, Monday to Sunday.
God said we would only be together for four days.
I said, spring, summer, autumn and winter.
God said we would only be together for three days.
I said, yesterday, today and tomorrow.
God said we would only be together for one day.
I said, that is, I live one more day.
God asked what to do one more day.
I said I wanted to say goodbye to you.
6. Seek modern poems
The tone of life-in fact, sometimes I have more to say. In the first winter, the north was already a blank left by the vast snowfields, such as splashing ink mountains and rivers. I looked out through the door to cover the way in and out. I was in the house, and in the eyes of memories, it was like a bleak autumn leaf covered with ice and snow. Clocks and watches are particularly far away throughout the season. The river flows down the banks and slopes in the thick ice. The sheep dug up the remaining branches and leaves in vain. I was silently submerged in this silent winter. A thrush flew by, and the shadow of fear pierced the afternoon heart. The second song Liuwan is a small place. Young people have fled. Now, only the old ladies' wicker baskets and wooden plows are leaning against the gables. This land is quiet. No one seems to have heard the cuckoo singing in the mountains. Pear trees should bloom in another light rain. This year, however, the children will go home to pick ripe pears. Third, wait until spring. I have nothing to say, however, the rhododendron flowers in spring are still carmine on the steep hillside, and the young woman in a coat is green in spring. Who married his daughter and whose calf gave birth to a calf in spring? The willows on the river bank are still wild and charming. Spring is a warm season, and the spring in memory is so fresh. At night, I watched the lights of the city in the alley, and my heart quietly rode home on the rolling gravel road of the carriage. The fourth dyed the crazy red, crazy blue and crazy white sail yellow.
The fifth song describes time? Describe love? My pen became so heavy that it learned to be silent and how to express sadness. Swallows flew away without an appointment, and even dandelions drifted away from autumn. Autumn is a mature autumn. In autumn, I greedily collected the afterglow of the sunset-in an instant, I gave your hand like a torch, your eyes like waves, and your words like stones to my friend Zhu Ziqing. How could I forget? You fly to Dongting Lake, you fly to the Yangtze River; You want to build a red paradise on the ground! There are thorns on the ground, foxes and rabbits on the ground and walkers on the ground. You will be a sharp knife, a sharp knife! You will roar for lions, foxes and rabbits will be invincible! You will be awakened by Spring Lei Zhen! I like to see you galloping through the dust on a horse-for a while, I can't see you! I like to see your walking stick, that iron walking stick; It has color, weight and jingle! I think you are a gust of wind blowing sand and stones, trying to blow down that unshakable golden palace! Golden Palace! Whoo! One morning last summer, I saw you: How haggard are you? My eyes are still dry and my hair is too long! But the heat in your blood is doubled! I tossed and turned in the plaster, as if I had been baked! -You're like a smoking cigar, you're like brandy, you're like red pepper. How can I forget you? ◆ light! Heavy! Birch trees are hidden in the green border forest. Who can be lighter than the border guards? Fireflies should shine a star when they fly by, and butterflies should raise fine pollen when they dance; We are active in the depths of the forest, like a group of silent shadows. Who can be heavier than the border guards in the face of black showers and strong winds? Glaciers that have remained unchanged for thousands of years will also crack in lightning, and snow-capped mountains that have solidified for thousands of years will also shake in the storm; We stand on the sacred border, and every sentry is an immovable mountain peak! ◆ How many philosophers in the history of emotional thought are from born to love? They have suffered for love all their lives ... They don't want love, love is enough, and they get what they want.
The embrace of Qu Yuan and Guluo River has splashed waves of happiness in the rivers of the old country for more than two thousand years. Dragon boat race for more than two thousand years, and meditation for more than two thousand years of the Chinese nation. Li Bai still lost his official uniform and Tang Huang Ming, indulging in the road of wine flags falling; He immersed his love in Jiuquan and the spring of tears, and the last moment of his life was to catch the moonlight in the water ... Du Zimei, who was poor and white, planted the hope of life in the broken land; Sighs and songs among the displaced people have become the swan song sung through the ages.
Xin Qiji photographed all over the railing, and no one understood his feelings. A general full of strategy cannot fight bloody battles on the battlefield; The sword on the pillow dreamed of killing in the moonlight on the riverside, and the iron spear clanged in the illusion until death. Strong Yue Wumu, upright and upright Wen Tianxiang; They won't flinch at all because of the destruction of their country. Their love is as strong as their death.
It was because of China's humiliation and suffering that Fang Zhimin fell in love automatically; He affectionately shouted "lovely China" and took to the position-the court-the execution ground. I can also name a long list of glorious names, and I can write countless love stories into poems to sing; But can I love as bravely as they do? Take life as a spear to defend the right of love? I want to answer, I will answer. The teenager who blushed before answering has a beautiful fantasy in his eyes.
Put aside all the retreat behind you and set foot on the battlefield of blood and fire; Because of the bravery of my comrades-in-arms, I survived. After more than 30 years, I can still bathe in the sunshine. Charging in hail will bleed, and advancing in the sun may also cause casualties; The value of life is the depth of love, not the length of time.
Some people want to survive for a few minutes, and they want a torch to burn all over the world; Let China's future perish together with them, just like dragging a beautiful girl to die for the dead. We just ask them to open their eyes and take a look at the current situation in China and the world; We just ask them to move their positions and not to lie on our way forward.
We just ask them to let go and not cling to the wheel of history; Can we tolerate their bad habits? Sacrifice China's future to pity their dying aspirations? ! Adapt to the darkness and blindfold 800 million people? ! Indulge in backwardness and cut off the wings of greater China? ! Don't! What we urgently need is a wide runway, and the great Chinese nation should spread its wings and fly! I firmly stand in the ranks of defending the future and reinforce the bridge looking forward to the future with my backbone; As long as the fire of my life does not go out, I will ignite hope in thousands of disappointments. People in love are always so infatuated, and hearts in love are always so simple and kind. .
7. A little poem
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
Extract four sentences, exquisite, short and clear. At first glance, it is not difficult to understand, but after careful consideration, it feels endless. The poet expresses the philosophy that everything in the world is interrelated, balanced, relative and interdependent through simple objects: people, bright moon, windows and dreams. The broken chapters are written in 1935 and 10. It was originally a fragment of a poet's long poem, and later became an independent chapter, so the title was "Broken Chapter". This is a famous short poem in the history of modern literature in China. Its words are short, but its meaning is rich and obscure. Mr. Li Jianwu once thought that this poem "contains infinite sadness and focuses on the word' decoration'", while the poet himself clearly pointed out that "I also mean focusing on' relative'". Regarding the difference between himself and the poet, Mr. Li Jianwu added: "My explanation may not make me agree with the author's confession. The author's confession may not hurt my explanation. It is not so much a conflict as a complementary beauty "(Li Jianwu's Answer to the Author of Fish Collection). In fact, both the "relativity" described by the poet and the "modification" pointed out by Li Jianwu are the dissolution of "certainty". "You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery", and the "you" here undoubtedly looks at the "scenery" from a subjective point of view, which has certain certainty or subjectivity; In the poem "Bright Moon Decorates Your Window", the "bright moon" exists for you or for you, and the "you" here is undoubtedly definite or subjective. Obviously, the first sentence of the two paragraphs in the poem shows a certain "happiness". The second sentence of each section is the analysis of "certainty". The certainty and subjectivity you got in the first sentence were made relative and objective by these two poems, and the joy of certainty turned into relative sorrow. And all this, however, fell into the "gaze" of the "poet", and the poem was written with the second person called "you", which made everything in front fall into another "relative". From this poem, we can undoubtedly appreciate the complex feelings of sadness, sentimentality, wandering, emptiness and sadness. On the other hand, if we can understand the philosophical thought that everything in the universe, including real life, is closely related and interdependent from this poem, we can get some comfort from life. The short four-line poem gives us quite rich feelings and inspirations!