1. Verses about sacrifice and gain
1. Those who are determined will achieve their goals, and the Qin Pass will eventually belong to Chu. Three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu by lying down on firewood and tasting gall. 2. Changge Xing
Yuefu
Sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the morning dew and the setting sun. In the spring, all things are shining brightly. I am always afraid of autumn. At the end of the festival, the leaves of the yellow flowers are fading. When the rivers reach the sea from the east, when will they return to the west? If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable! 3. As long as you work hard enough, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle. 4. Heaven rewards diligence 5. Heaven bestows great responsibilities on people. Three Poems of the Tian Family
Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
蓐 The duty of food courtiers is to drive cattle to the east.
The rooster crows, the village lanes are white, and the night returns to the dusk field.
There is a rustling sound, and black kites are flying in.
Exerting all one's strength and holding on to the poor years.
If you lose everything to help the corvee, you will sleep in vain while chatting.
As time passes, descendants will come back again.
Fireworks are separated by fences, and farmers are chatting all around.
In the courtyard, autumn insects chirp, and the hemp trees are sparse and silent.
All the silk is lost, and the machine leans against the wall.
Lixu passed by at night, and there was a feast of chicken and millet. 2. Verses about "You must work hard to achieve good results"
1. Bee
Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin
Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, there is infinite scenery All occupied.
After harvesting the honey from hundreds of flowers, for whom does it work hard and for whom is it sweet?
Translation
Whether on the plains or in the mountains, wherever flowers bloom in the wind, bees are busy everywhere. Bee, you collect all the flowers and turn them into nectar. Who do you work hard for, and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
2. Titled Brother and Nephew’s Book Hall
Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe
Why is there no end to poverty, and the chaos is the same as the tranquility.
Although his family is in a war zone, his brother and nephew often practice rituals and music.
The shadow of bamboo on the window shakes on the desk, and the sound of wild spring flows into the inkstone pond.
Young people work hard all their lives, and don’t waste time and effort.
Translation
Although the house I live in is simple, my knowledge has not decreased. I am still the same as before, even though there is war outside. Although there is a war in my hometown, my brother and nephew are still receiving the enlightenment of Confucianism. The shadow of the bamboo outside the window is still swaying on the desk, and the ink in the inkstone seems to make the tinkling sound of wild spring water.
The hard work you make when you are young is a lifelong event. Don’t relax your efforts at all in the face of the passing time.
3. Lang Tao Sha · Mo Dao’s slander is as deep as the waves
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
Mo Dao’s slander is as deep as the waves, Mo Yan’s moving guests are like the sinking sand .
Although it is hard work to search for thousands of pounds, you will only get gold after blowing all the sand.
Translation
Don’t say that slander is as scary as the vicious waves, and don’t say that the disgraced people are like sand that sinks at the bottom of the water. It has to go through thousands of filtrations and go through untold hardships before you can finally get rid of the sediment and get the sparkling gold.
4. The journey is difficult·Part 1
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The journey is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now?
There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the cloud sails are hung directly to help the sea.
Translation
How difficult it is to travel in this world, how difficult it is; There are so many wrong roads in front of us, should I go north or south? I believe that one day, I will be able to ride the strong wind and break thousands of miles of waves; hang my sails high and move forward bravely in the sea!
5. Encouragement to learn
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
When a stone is struck, there is fire; if it is not struck, there is no smoke.
People only know when they learn, but it is unnatural if they do not learn.
Everything has its own destiny, and it is not me who is the best.
Youth must be born early, how can one grow into a young man?
Translation
Only when the stone is hit, there will be sparks; if not hit, not even a little smoke will come out. The same is true for people. Only through learning can we master knowledge; if we don't learn, knowledge will not fall from the sky. Everything must be practiced by yourself. The knowledge obtained by others cannot replace your own talents. You should work hard as early as possible during your youth. Can a person remain a "youngster" forever? 3. Poems describing giving
, The silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torches will shed tears before they dry up. (Li Shangyin's "Untitled")
2. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai")
3. With a cold eyebrow, he points his finger at a thousand men, bowing his head and willing to be a Ruzi Niu. (Lu Xun)
4. Dedicate yourself to death. (Zhuge Liang)
5. The roots buried in the ground make the branches produce fruits, but they do not ask for anything in return. (Tagore)
6. Lying in a lonely village, I don’t feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country. (Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th")
7. Come with a heart in your hands and leave without half a blade of grass.
(Tao Xingzhi)
8. If you want to eliminate evil things for the sake of sage, you are willing to cherish your remaining years. (Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Languan to Present to His Nephew Xiang")
9. After collecting hundreds of flowers and turning them into honey, it will be sweet to whomever you work hard for. (Luo Yin's "Bee") 4. Poems about dedication and dedication
1. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
——Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" 2. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, because the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. 3. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and wax torches will dry up only when they turn to ashes and tears.
——Li Shangyin's "Untitled" 4. Come with a heart and leave without half a blade of grass. 5. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue birds are diligent in visiting.
6. When you look into the mirror at dawn, you will be worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight. 7. Work hard and die.
8. Falling red flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers. 9. If you want to eliminate evil things for the saint, you are willing to cherish your remaining years.
10. With a cold eyebrow and a thousand fingers, he bows his head and is willing to be a Ruzi Niu. ——Lu Xun's "Self-Mockery" 11. Not even willing to break one's body to pieces, leaving only innocence in the world.
12. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it anymore. ——Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers" 13. Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.
14. Lying in a lonely village, I don’t feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country. 15. Dying before leaving the army will make the hero burst into tears.
16. The words of peach and plum will make their own mistakes. ——"Historical Records·Biography of General Li" 17. After collecting hundreds of flowers and turning them into honey, it will be sweet to whomever you work hard for.
——Luo Yin's "Bee" 18. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" 19. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
20. Give someone a rose, and the fragrance will linger in your hands. 5. What are the poems that describe giving?
1. "Yuanzhi" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Song Taizong The autumn smoke is misty and the sun is not yet shining, and the old monk talks about lust.
Winning the tea makes me happy first, but the wind shaking the pine leaves makes me sleep late. The roaring cranes in the sky can be seen in the painting, and the clouds level the three realms and become selfless.
The Zhenzong Xiangjiao is not a false theory, and the opposite is my teacher. 2. "Two Hundred and Five Stanzas" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Shi Zhengjue Appreciating the image of the god of the valley, the shadow of the moon in the center of the cloud.
Don’t rely on merit in your leisure time, but be selfless in response to every experience. Don't ask what is right or wrong, who can tell what is going on or what is not.
Since it is square and round, whoever owes it will have leftover. Able to walk among the aliens and always stay in the great concentration of Naga.
The clouds, rivers and jungles are free of people. If so, we must celebrate each other. 3. "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" Era: Wei and Jin Author: Cai Yan At the beginning of my life, I did nothing, but after I was born, the Han Dynasty declined.
The heaven is unkind and brings chaos and separation, and the earth is unkind and brings me to this moment. The roads are dangerous when fighting, and the people are in exile, and the country is sad.
The smoke and dust cover the wilderness and barbarians are abundant, but the will and integrity are at a loss. It is not appropriate for me to deal with the secular world. Who should I sue if I am insulted? The zither plays for a while and the harp plays, and no one knows the resentment in my heart.
Rong Jie forced me to become a family member and led me to the end of the world. Thousands of clouds and mountains are on my way back, and the wind is blowing thousands of miles away and the sand is flying.
A person in large numbers is as violent as a viper, and being in control of one's strings and wearing armor is considered arrogant and extravagant. The two beats are stretched, the strings are broken, the ambition is broken, the heart is broken, and I feel sad.
Crossing the Han Kingdom and entering Hu City, losing one’s family and one’s virginity would be worse than living without one. The felt fur is used as clothing and my flesh and bones are shocked, and the smell of leather is used to restrain my feelings.
The sound of drums and drums has been loud since the night, and the wind has been blowing loudly in the dark camp. The sadness of the present and the past are made in three shots. When will the sadness and hatred of animals be calmed down?
There is no day or night when I don’t think about my hometown, and I am the most miserable when my temperament is full of energy. The country is in chaos due to natural disasters and the people have no masters, but I am miserable and have no soldiers or captives.
The world is different, the body is in trouble, the desires are different, who can talk to you! There are many difficulties and obstacles in thinking and going through it, and it becomes more and more miserable when the four shots are completed. The geese marching to the south want to send side sounds, and the geese returning to the north want to get the Chinese sound.
The wild geese fly high and are hard to find, and I feel empty and heartbroken, thinking silently. I raise my eyebrows towards the moon and caress the elegant harp, and the five beats are lulling and the meaning is profound.
The body is bitterly cold due to the biting frost, and I am hungry and cannot eat meat and cheese. At night I hear the sound of the Long River whimpering, and in the morning I see the Great Wall and the long road.
Reminiscing about the past, it is difficult to carry luggage, and the six beats are sad and I want to stop playing. At dusk, the wind makes sad sounds everywhere, I don’t know who the sad heart is talking to! The wilderness is desolate and the beacons are garrisoned for thousands of miles. The old and weak are vulgar and the young and strong are beautiful.
Wherever there are water and grass, homes and fortresses are built, and cattle and sheep gather in the fields like bees and ants. The grass has dried up and the water has dried up, the sheep and horses are all gone, and Qipai Liu hates living here.
If God has eyes, why not see me drifting alone? If God has a spirit, why should I be so far away from home? I don't live up to the sky. How can the sky be worthy of me? If I don't live up to the gods, why should the gods punish me for crossing the barren state? I made eight beats here to relieve my worries, but I didn't know that when the song was completed, my heart turned to worry. The sky is boundless and the earth is boundless, and my heart is filled with sadness.
Life is as fleeting as the passing of a white horse, but I will not be happy until I am in my prime. I am resentful and want to ask the sky, but there is no chance in the sky.
Looking up at the clouds and smoke in the sky, who can convey the sentiments of the nine shots? The beacon fire at the top of the city has not been extinguished. When will the battle on the battlefield stop? Murderous aura rushes towards the door, and Hu Feng blows the moon every night. There is no sound in my hometown, and I am crying in silence and I am about to lose my breath.
A life of hard work brings about separation, and deep sorrow brings tears of blood. I am not greedy for life but hate death. I cannot sacrifice my body because my heart is full.
If you are still alive, you still hope to return to your hometown. If you die, your bones will be buried for a long time. The sun lives in the moon, Zhu Xi lives in the army base, and the barbarians dote on me. I have two sons.
You have no shame in raising a child, and you grow up in shame. There are ten beats, and the sound of mourning is lingering and piercing the heart.
The east wind is blowing and there is a lot of heat. I know it is the emperor of Han Dynasty who is coming to Buyanghe. The Qiang and the barbarians are dancing and singing, and the two countries are having fun and are not fighting.
Suddenly I met an envoy from the Han Dynasty and called me Jinzhao. He left me a thousand gold coins to redeem my concubine. I am happy to be alive and meet the sage, but I regret to say goodbye to the childish person for no reason.
Two times out of ten, there are both sorrows and joys, but it is difficult to describe the two emotions. It doesn't matter that he is still alive, but he has to return home. He hugs his beard and wets his clothes with tears.
Who knows that when the Han envoys welcome me, I will be greeted by four fat and plump horses and horny children? At this time of my life and death, I am worried about being a son and the sun will not shine. How can I have wings to bring you back? One step at a time, it's hard to move, the soul disappears and the shadow is gone, the love is left behind.
Three times out of ten, the beat of the strings is urgent and sad, and the liver and intestines are stirred and stabbed. I don’t know. When I return to my country, I won't let my children follow me. My heart is hung up as if I'm hungry.
Everything in the four seasons has its ups and downs, but my sorrow will not change temporarily. The mountains are high and vast, so I can't wait to see you. Even late at night, I dream of you.
When I hold my hand in the dream, I am happy and sad, and when I wake up, my heart aches and there is no rest. Four times out of ten, tears will fall down and the river will flow eastward, and my heart will be full of thoughts.
Fifteen beats, the rhythm is fast, and the breath fills the chest. Who knows the music? The place is in the dome of the hut and there are special customs. I wish to come back so that Heaven obeys my desires, and to return to the Han Kingdom happily and contentedly.
My heart is pregnant but my sorrow becomes deeper. The sun and moon are selfless but never come. It's hard to separate mother and son. They are separated by the same sky and across the country like ginseng. We don't know each other between life and death. Where can we find them? Sixteen beats, my thoughts are confused, my son and I are on separate sides.
The sun in the east and the moon in the west look at each other, but we cannot follow each other and our hearts are broken. I will never forget the day lily, but it will hurt my love to play the piano! Farewell now, I return to my hometown. Old grievances are settled, but new grievances are growing! Weeping blood, I raise my head and complain to the sky, Hu Weisheng is the only one who has suffered from this disaster! Seventeen beats make my heart and nose feel sour, and the mountains block the repairs and it is difficult to walk alone.
When I left, I felt earthy and without a soul, and when I came, I was filled with thoughts of farewell. Stuffed with dried branches and leaves of mugwort, the bones of the battlefield are covered with scars from swords and arrows.
The wind and frost are freezing in spring and summer, and the horses and men are hungry and weak. Little did he know that when he entered Chang'an again, he sighed and burst into tears.
The original version of Hujia comes from Huzhong, and the melody is the same when translated by Yuanqin. Although the song ends in eighteen beats, the sound is lingering and the thoughts are endless.
It is known that silk and bamboo are delicate and are all the work of nature. Sorrows and joys are all according to people's hearts. If there are changes, they will be normal. Hu and Han are in different lands and have different winds. The sky and the earth are separated by the west and the east.
My bitterness and resentment are as vast as the sky. Although the world is vast, I cannot tolerate it! 4. "Secret Residence" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You In the ancient swamp of hundreds of hectares of wild rice, an old man is sick and the autumn wind blows. Time passes without borrowing money, and everyone gets old. Creation is selfless and I am poor.
In the past, I used to follow Xiao's father in the city, but now I want to imitate Yuan Gong in the mountains. Although Fangzun has stolen the magic of golden elixirs, his face is blushing in front of his face.
5. "Miscellaneous" Date: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Fan Wen Zhong hides the show of birds, and it is difficult to escape from stealing his title. Zhang Tang was a Legalist, and he was praised for his talents.
The sun and the moon are just and fair, and the world is selfless. This is the root of ancient governance, so we should suspend armor and soldiers.
Alas, Doctor Qi, what a great act of kindness. He said, "I am very evil," and said, "This is not a personal relationship."
Once they are all recommended, Jin Bo will be successful. There will be more suspicion in future generations, my dear husband in the mountains and forests.